#look i'll admit that i wanted the water curse to be real

[noctfury]

Which psychonauts fic author do I have to sell my soul to in order to get an au where Raz's powers are magic based instead of psychic based

[samonroegf]

good teachers create good students

when you, a virgin, have to have a sex scene with hayden christensen, he shows you what a good orgasm can truly feel like, in preparation for your scene together.

costar!hayden christensen x actor!virgin!f!reader, smut, fluff, age gap, dad kink, oral (f receiving), creampie, reader is 19/20ish, hayden is late 30s, dddne?

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you sat nervously in your trailer, reading over the script multiple times. this would be your first time filming a sex scene, cold sweat crawled up your back. trying to keep yourself in a somewhat good mood, you shake your head trying to physically shake away the thoughts.

a knock on your trailer door pulls you out of your brain's endless cycle. walking the few steps to the door, your breath is almost taken from you. hayden christensen, your partner actor, stood mere inches from you.

you would never admit this even being tortured, but truth be told, he was one of the main reasons you choose this role. he was a phenomenal actor, and he was quite pretty to look at. your cheeks burn just thinking about it.

you smiled nicely at the older man, who wore an equal expression.

“hey! what's up?” a cheery expression, as you spoke. you bit your check, hoping it's not too noticeable. your mind was reeling just with having him in front of you. being a kid that grew up on television, you'd always been aware of hayden. he was like that dream man, that you never have a chance with.

“just wanted to come check on you, tomorrow's shooting will be a little grueling. you think you're up for it?” he chuckled, and the sound went straight to your stomach. you just step aside allowing the taller man to enter your small trailer.

he sat in a booth with you by the window, the sun shining like gold on his light hair. you'd hoped you looked equally enchanting.

“honestly,” you dragged out the word, mindlessly scratching your arm where no itch resided.

“i’ve never actually had sex, or like an orgasm so I'm not sure I'll be too good.” his aura just made you want to talk to him, you wanted to curse him for being so inviting. your cheeks warmed again, mentally chiding yourself for telling him this at all.

hayden’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, but he tried to get it under control. he couldn't understand how you'd never been touched, it's been hell trying to hold back and be professional. you shot him an embarrassed smile and looked out the window.

“i can help you,” he offered, but from the look on his face you were sure he didn't mean to actually say that. a nervous giggle slipped from your lips and now it was your eyebrows that were almost in your hairline.

“oh?” you weren't sure what to say, you weren't even totally sure that this wasn't some fever dream. you pinched your leg under the table just to check, it hurt, this is very real.

he leaned back into the seat, allowing his eyes to gaze over you. you were somewhere between hazy with lust, and feeling totally exposed.

“yeah, you're a cute little thing, helps you and helps me.” it was like he was being possesed by a man touch starved. maybe he was. there was a dark glimmer in his eyes, like a shark right under the water getting ready to attack..

it made you nervous and excited. you couldn't help but squirm under his watchful stare.

“oh, um, that would be great.” you couldn't keep eye contact with him, your gaze dropping down to your fidgeting hands. unsure of what to do next. you hoped you looked more composed then you felt.

you watched hayden as he moved, getting up to lock the door and close the blinds. he would be damned if someone was going to interrupt the two of you. he is thanking whatever god out there that this opportunity was brought to him.

he came back to you, just smiling somewhere between sweet and sinister. his hand comes to hold your cheek, he was so kind and yet you knew that probably wouldn't last long. another excitingly fearful wave passes through you.

you couldn't help but lean into his touch, humming contently. you guys had been here for months working on this film together. you'd become work buddies, always cracking up on set. now you knew there was no way that it would go back to that.

big eyes look up at him, and he has to look away to keep himself in control. there would be time for rough fucking later, he wants you to know how beautiful you are. can't let your first time go to waste.

“c’mere,” he leads you to the bed on the other side of the trailer. the bed was perfectly made, almost makes him want to laugh. you're such a good girl.

you were basically dumb in his presence, something that doesn't go by unnoticed. he loves how flustered he makes you, maybe he shouldn't but it boosts his ego.

you followed his lead to the bed, coming to sit right next to him. you're somewhere between fainting and vomitting, because you're here in bed with hayden christensen and you can't say anything.

“don’t be nervous, doll, I'll be so nice to you. but you gotta talk to me here. i have to have your consent.” he obviously knew you wanted this or you wouldn't have followed him like a lovesick puppy. verbal consent above all else, especially with you being so much younger than him.

“i want this, i actually don't think I've ever wanted anything more.” it sounded more like begging, than a statement. hayden's cock hardened against his pants, and he muttered, “fuck” under his breath. a playful smirk now played at his lips.

“using your words like a good girl,” his voice was so gentle and soft like a love confession, rather than dirty talk. a whine escaped your lips, you'd never been looked at like this, and especially not talked to like this. your body felt like it was on fire, and hayden is the only fire extinguisher for miles.

words aren't needed at this moment, he just helps you lay down. coming to lay beside you, his fingers drifting over your exposed midriff.

“i’m gonna kiss you now, okay?” his words are so soft and gentle, if you didn't know any better you'd think you were in a romance novel.

“please.” you're pleading and he hasn't even touched you yet, the way he's been looking at you makes you feel like there's a million exposed wires replacing your nerves.

“you're gonna be the death of me, baby.” he chuckles lowly and dark, his lips met yours, soft and hard all at once. his kisses are gentle, slowly coaxing open your lips to let his tongue explore your mouth. he groans into the kiss, and it makes you whimper.

your fingers clutch at him, pulling him closer if that were even possible. he can't help but smile into the kiss. you're so needy and innocent, he can't help but think about how sweet you must taste.

he seperates from you, allowing you to catch your breath. you're flushed, and the lust flowing theough you is almost unbearable.

“please, hayden, need.” you're so dumb with want, not a single coherent thought in your head.

“seems little girl needs to learn some patience.” he speaks into your neck, lightly biting and kissing on the skin.

“hayden,” you're whining, your thighs rubbing together on their own accord, trying anything to get some friction, something to alleviate the pain of need.

he kisses down your body, shedding of your outfit, one piece of clothing at a time. his lips enevlope around your nipples, little sighs falling from your lips like prayers. hayden wasn't sure he'd ever grow tired of the sounds.

he moved down, slowly pulling your bottoms down. almost like he was trying to torture you, or at least that's how it makes you feel. in reality, he's trying to savor every inch of creamy skin.

he finally comes face to face with your cunt. if you weren't so lost in his touch, you might've been nervous. however his hungry eyes make you feel wanted, beautiful.

“i just need one favor, baby,” his voice barely above a whisper, like he was afriad of your answer.

“anything, whatever you want, I'm yours.” you breathed out, a sultry tone in your words. you'd never heard yourself sound like that, it almost makes you wanna hide.

he tugs his lip betwen his teeth, just for a second before letting it go.

“call me daddy, okay? think you can do that for me?” you were quick to nod. you were probably going to do it anyway, but something about the way he asked made it so much hotter.

“words, baby.” his voice has a warning tone to it, and you almost wanted to push and see what he'd do. you weren't in a place to be able to do that right now.

“yes, daddy.” your voice shook a little as you spoke, the anxious energy seeping back into your bones.

“good girl,” he kissed your happy trail, all the way down until he was mere inches from your slit.

he licked up a stripe and you were about cry from sense of relief. his tongue slipping around your clit, his touch too much and not enough all at once. you were squirming under him, he tsked you. moving his arms under your thighs to hold you in place.

“let daddy take his time, angel, i promise you'll come soon enough.” his voice was low and you were sure you could come from that alone if he just kept talking.

“sorry,” you're wearing a sheepish smile, hiding your face in your arms. one of his hands coming to bring them down, holding both of your hands in his one.

“don’t hide, i wanna see you.” he's rubbing your knuckles comfortingly. it helps ease some of the tension, your body relaxing.

“there you are, now stay still as you can for me, yeah? and don't you dare hide those little noises from me.” you hum in accordance.

he pays more attention to your pussy now. his tongue dipping in and out of your core, wrapping his lips around your clit. eliciting whines and moans from your ‘o’ shaped lips.

he inserts a single finger, and the combination of his finger thrusting in and out of fo you and his lips attacking clit makes you come undone. shaking and crying as you come, he just looks at you with a smile.

“you look so beautiful,” his voice brings you out of the teance the orgasm sent you in. you give him a playful smile, completely in awe of the man before you.

“can you give me another one? need to fill you up, baby. can you take it?” can you take it? the words echo in your mind, almost like a challenge. you were determined to show him that you could and would take it.

“of course, i can,” you push up on your arms to actually look at him, it makes him smirk at your attitude.

it doesn't take him but a few moments to get undressed, and then he's stretching your walls with his fingers. preparing your hole for his girthy cock.

“daddy, hurry.” you pout, needing to fill him all the way. determination replaced by need.

“do you want it to hurt? cause i can stuff you full, but I don't want to hear any crying.” he's becoming a little impatient with her attitude, the soft, gentle man replaced by a wolf.

the way he spoke, and the look on his face makes you giggle, a giggle that's from the need to keep pushing those buttons.

his left eyebrow arched at your little outburst, “i want to be gentle with you for your first time, but you're making that really hard, doll.” curiosity piqued, you had to see what kind of roughness he'd give you.

“then let go,” you smiled oh-so innocently at him, and he couldn't take it anymore. an almost animalistic growl tears its way from this throat. with a few strokes of his cock, he was pushing into you.

the stretch was deliciously stinging, and you weren't sure if you liked it or not. but getting to see hayden above you, tongue poking out as he does his best to stay still. he's not a monster, he doesn't actually want to hurt you, unless that's what you want. tears streaming down your face. he tsks you again, “what did i say?” his hand comes to wipe away the tears and you lean into his touch once more.

“move, please move,” you're whining, squirming and wiggling. he thought he could get used to this sight, his little girl just needing to be split by his cock.

“what's the magic word?” his tone was playful and teasing, you almost want to bite it out of him.

you thought for a moment, what would probably get the most of a reaction out of him. so still pouting, and now batting your eyelashes at him, “daddy, i need you to ruin me.” your tone was genuine, you needed it and you needed it now.

what little bit of control hayden had left, has dissipated from those seven little words. he's grabbing your hips pulling them up to meet his. fingertips diggin harsh into your flesh, and he pistons in and out of you.

“fuck, doll, you're so tight. your cunt was basically made f’ my cock. taking me so well.” the pain has subsided, and all you can think about is the waves of pleasure being brought you by a man 10 years older than you.

“mm, daddy, so good, so full, love daddy’s cock, love it so much.” you're babbling, dumb and incoherent, unable to think about anything other than his member bullying your insides.

his hips are twitching and you can tell that he's getting close. you slip a hand down to your clit to rub little circles on the bud, but you're almost immediately stopped. one hand, now wrapped around your waist as he fucks into you. the other one holding your wrist, “let me do all the work, princess, just wanna make you feel good.”

his tone was indecipherable, but you nodded dumbly, letting him attack your clit. you can feel your muscles contracting, that familiar knot forming in your stomach.

“gonna come, daddy, gonna come, dad.” you're rambling again and it's making hayden feel sick in the best way possible.

“where you want it, baby?” he's always asking for permission, nose nuzzling into your neck taking in the scent of your sweat.

“inside, please, inside, please. want all of you, please.” he's smiling down at you again, not that you can see, your eyes rolling back in your head as your body begins to convulse.

“gonna fill you up so good, angel.” his hips stutter one last time, and you can feel his cum feeling up your cunt, it just makes you more sensitive.

you both fall to the bed, out of breath and hayden is laughing. if you weren't in such a daze, you'd ask him what was up.

“damn, doll, that's the best sex I've had in a while, you did so good.” he's laying on his side, leaned up. nimble fingers pushing your hair out of your face. mumbling little conpliments as you regain composure.

“well, i think it's safe to say, I'll know exactly what to do tomorrow.” you giggled and he agreed with a hum. he pressed a kiss to your forehead, then nose, both cheeks and finallly your lips. soft and scattered kisses pepper across your skin and you giggle at him.

he gets up grabbing a bottle of water and some washrags to clean you up. easily manhandling you to wipe down your whole body from sweat, and gently collecting the cum that's cascading out of you. you wince from sensitively and he apologizes, pressing a kiss to your tummy.

he hands you the water and watches as you down the entire bottle, “i think I'd like to do this again sometime.”

[ohisms]

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐀 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 . ( a collection of lyric prompts based on various works by florence + the machine . adjust phrasing as necessary , will likely be updated in the future . )

it's always darkest before the dawn .

we will find new saints to be canonized .

holy water cannot help you now .

the horses are coming , so you'd better run .

i never felt so alive and so dead .

i'm damned if i do , i'm damned if i don't .

i've always been in love with you .

what has been done cannot be undone .

i don't care whether i live or die .

we will never be afraid again .

i feel nervous in a way that can't be named .

it was so far a fall , but it didn't hurt at all .

the saints can't help me now .

i want to find you and tear out all of your tenderness .

sooner or later , the things you love , you lose .

run fast for your mother , run fast for your father .

i like to think , at least , things can't get any worse .

i would give all this and heaven too .

i was in the darkness , so darkness i became .

all my stumbling phrases never amounted to anything worth this feeling .

in order to get to the heart of things , sometimes you have to cut through .

i'll be dead before the day is done .

time after time , i think "oh lord , what's the use ?"

the heart is hard to translate , it has a language of its own .

it was all so strange and so surreal .

i'm not here looking for absolution .

now and then , it seems that life is just too much .

be careful of the curse that falls on young lovers .

if you could only see the beast you've made of me .

pretty little face stopped me in my tracks .

i'm aching to attack .

you want a revelation , some kind of resolution .

it's so easy to say it to a crowd , but it's so hard to say it to you aloud .

i don't want your heart , it leaves me cold .

i am no mother , i am no bride , i am king .

she's a cruel mistress , and a bargain must be made .

well , me and my ghosts had a hell of a time .

with all my education i can't seem to command my heart .

it's a conversation i just can't have tonight .

you left me in the dark . no dawn , no day .

jesus christ , it hurts .

a woman is a changeling , always shifting shape .

the very thing you're best at is the thing that hurts the most .

i'll cut your little heart out 'cause you made me cry .

i knew that somehow , i could find my way back .

a thousand armies couldn't keep me out .

i'm ready to suffer and i'm ready to hope .

you've got the love i need to see me through .

is this how it is ? is this how it's always been ?

you keep me up at night .

oh , tell me it's not over yet .

no walls can keep me protected .

i'm going out , i'm gonna drink myself to death .

time goes quicker between the two of us .

would you leave me if i told you what i'd done ?

now , there's no holding back .

oh god , you're gonna get it .

you need your rotten heart and dazzling pain like diamond rings .

in the dark , i can hear your heartbeat .

i never knew my killer would be coming from within .

i was never as good as i always thought i was , but i knew how to dress it up .

don't forget me when i let the water take me .

this world is a beast of a burden .

you know i still like you the most .

what a thing to admit .

sometimes i think it's getting better , then it gets much worse .

i'm on fire , but i'm trying not to show it .

you are the space in my bed .

would you have it any other way ?

things go wrong , no matter what i do .

you make a fool of death with your beauty .

now she sleeps with one eye open , and that's the price she'll pay .

they were there when i woke up this morning .

heaven help me , i need to make it right .

until i wrap myself inside your arms , i cannot rest .

when someone looks at me with real love , i don't like it very much .

would you leave me if i told you what i've become ?

i'm always running from something .

it's good to be alive , crying into cereal at midnight .

okay , but let's discuss this at the hospital .

i know everybody lets you down , and i'll do the same .

your heart is the only place i can call home .

i wish to remain nameless , and live without shame .

sometimes i feel like saying "lord , i just don't care" .

i would put my words into poetry for you if i knew how .

if they ever let me out , i'm really gonna let it out .

but know , in some way , i'm there with you .

i've been wandering the streets for days .

don't let them get you down , you're the best thing i've ever seen .

how could anything bad ever happen to you ?

you couldn't have it any other way .

it's the only way i can escape .

what a place to come from .

little did you know your home's really only a town you're just a guest in .

run for your children , for your sisters and brothers .

you can't choose what stays and what fades away .

you'll be sorry that you messed with us .

call me when you need me .

although we stick together , it seems we're stranging each other .

this is as good a place to fall as any .

in your place there were a thousand other faces .

here's to drinks in the dark at the end of my rope .

lay me down , let the only sound be the overflow .

there's no salvation for me now .

i'd do anything to make you stay .

what's in a name ? i still remain the same .

i've been taking chances , i've been setting myself up for the fall .

tell me what you want me to say .

you are the silence in between what i thought and what i said .

i've been a fool , and i've been blind .

i never knew daylight could be so violent .

regrets collect like old friends , here to visit for your darkest moments .

so you packed your bags just to wait out the shitstorm ?

my doe , my dear , my darling ...

you're my head , you're my heart .

everyone lets you down in this brief hole of a town .

i'm not giving up , i'm just giving in .

i've been losing sleep , i've been keeping myself awake .

sometimes i feel like throwing my hands up in the air .

the only solution was to stand and fight .

i don't know how it started , don't know how to stop it .

i'm done with my graceless heart .

i can never leave the past behind .

do they speak to you ? 'cause they speak to me too .

i thought that love was a kind of emptiness .

it's hard to dance with a devil on your back .

sometimes i wonder if i should be medicated .

every demon wants his pound of flesh .

tell me what all the sighing's about .

could you tell from the moment we met ?

i heard your voice as clear as day ... you told me i should concentrate .

all my girls have their lace and their crimes .

i like to keep some things to myself .

no one asks any questions here .

the feeling comes so fast and i can't control it .

you came over me like some holy rite .

i was screaming out a language i had no idea existed before .

i thought that love was on stage , giving yourself away to strangers .

leave all your love and your longing behind , you can't carry it with you if you want to survive .

i thought that love was in the drugs , but the more i took the more it took away .

i never wanted anything from you , except everything you had and what's left after that too .

i don't want your future , i don't need your past . one grand moment is all i ask .

[justlemmeadoreyou]

Hopelessly Devoted to You

In which Y/n just wants to leave her abusive husband, and Harry is hopelessly devoted to her

Words: 1.9k

Warnings: Mentions of an abusive marriage, domestic violence and abuse, crying.

This one is going to be angsty, with two lovesick morons who are too scared to admit their feelings for each other. There are going to be mentions of abuse, so read at your own risk.

Dropping Ellie to school, she thinks this is her happy place. With her kid, talking about how she finds elephants interesting, how she loves eggos, and the girl who sits next to her bites her nails all the time.

She's smiling on the car seat all the way to the school, contrary to how she is at home.

She tries her best to shield her away from her god-awful marriage, but sometimes, it's too damn difficult.

Like last night, when as soon as Elliot was home, she had sent her to her room, which she had gotten soundproofed with the money she had saved for months. She had told her to lock the door tightly, because Daddy had come home.

As soon as he entered, she realized he was drunk.

That was just how he came home nowadays, drunk off his ass, not even understanding his surroundings. She wondered how he even managed to make his way back home.

He stumbled from the doorway, having struggled with his keys for over 5 minutes. She was already sweating by now, hands clammy and her heartbeat rising.

"The fuck, fucking-" he cursed as soon as he was in, throwing his shoes and socks away. He threw his bag away too, and stumbled till he reached the dining table, glaring up at Y/n.

She didn't say anything to him. Knowing he would get angry if she did.

"Give me water" he ordered, and she got one glass, holding it under the tap, filling it up with water. She turned it off, turning around, and giving it to him.

He drank it in one go, some of it falling on his shirt. Messily wiping his mouth, he threw the glass away, and she was startled.

"Where's my food?"

She went back into the kitchen, taking the plate she had already taken out for him, and placing it in front of him.

"What the fuck? How many times do I have to tell you, I don't like meatballs? Are you that fucking dumb that you can't understand?"

That's when he threw the plate away, and a couple utensils too, which were lying on the dining table.

She knew Ellie would've heard it, and she quickly took a few steps back, preparing herself to turn around and run away, in case he pranced at her.

And that, he did. Thankfully, she knew just how to run from him, so he wouldn't catch up to her, and locked herself in the room with Ellie.

He was banging at the door, screaming curses at her. Calling her everything she had hoped she would never have to hear again.

With Ellie crying in her mum's arms, with continuous banging on the door, that threatened to break it, she knew she wanted it to end.

She knew she wanted a divorce.

.       .       .

"I'll pay for the lawyer if you want. Money is no issue for me, you know that, Y/n" he said, genuinely wanting to help her out of this marriage. He wants the best for her, for her to be happy again. Whenever he looks at her, his heart beats faster.

He still doesn't understand why she still wears the wedding ring he gave her. She's moved on from him, but still carries pieces of him with her. Given, most of them are tears and hurt marks, and looking at them makes his heart cry. And the purple bruise on her neck makes him want to kill Elliot. Piece by piece. Break him, beat him up, to make up for all the times he did the same to Y/n.

Her hand is just inches away from his, resting softly on the armrest. His finger twitches, and he wants her to hold his hand, to tell her that she will be alright. But she won't.

And he can't.

She lifted her gaze, looking into his kind eyes. He was good...and sometimes, it felt as if he was too good to be real.

"Oh" she replied. It was the only way out for her, because getting money from her parents was a lost cause. Her friends couldn't help her too, because she was too deep in this shit to be pulled out easily.

"Think about it. Sleep over it too, maybe? You can tell me tomorrow, or the day after it. I'll be waiting" he says, and "for you, right here" remain lodged in his throat.

"Thank-thank you, Mr. Styles, I-You're so kind to me, to Ellie-" her voice breaks, and he knows she will cry if he doesn't stop her. "Everything you've done-"

"It's my job, Y/n. It's what I do for everyone. Some need less help, and some need more. It's no big deal" he reassures her, and she nods.

"But still, thank you so, so much. I'll-I'll forever be grateful to you for this" she smiles, and he smiles back. His dimples are on show, on soft, squishy cheeks, that she wants to caress, to hold, to place a soft kiss on.

"So, you can-you can call me when you've thought over it, and I'll get the paperwork started." he straightens his suit, and she clears her throat. "Yeah-yeah, I'll call you, Mr. Styles"

"You can call me Harry. Here's my card"

She smiles, taking the business card from him, and keeping it in the back of her phone cover. In case Elliot checks her bag, he's too dumb to look in her phone cover.

He smiles at her, despite knowing why she did it, and it breaks his heart even more.

. . .

Harry was a good person. She had met him at a summer camp she had taken Ellie to, where he had bought his niece, Evie. They were 4, and Ellie got super excited when she found out that their names began with "E". As soon as they met, they hit it off, holding each other's hand, and running away from Harry and Y/n.

"I'm sorry-she-she gets super excited sometimes, she doesn't listen" Y/n apologized, and that was the first time he looked at her. Into her pretty, pretty eyes, that made him seem dull.

"Oh-no, don't apologize, it's all right. She doesn't have kids of her age near her parents' home, so I took her here so she could have some fun"

"So-she's not your kid?" she asked, her hands fidgeting in front of her.

"No-she's my niece. My sister's daughter. I'm Harry" he said, offering her hand to her for a handshake.

She took it, smiling. 

“I’m Y/n” 

He seemed nice, bringing her niece for a weekend long camp. He seemed like the cool and care free uncle every kid wanted, who would let them do anything. As she looked into his eyes, an emerald shade with the brightest shine, she had no idea this stranger would be a lifesaver for her one day.

“So, you from around here?” he asked, taking his hand back. The handshake had lasted for much longer than they both intended, and to his surprise, his hand was all wet when he pulled back.

Y/n lowered her head, mentally cursing herself for being so weird.

“I’m sorry, Harry-I-sometimes get super nervous around new people, and my hands-they get all sweaty. I’m sorry”

“No, no, it’s alright. No need to apologize.” he wiped his hand on his beige pants, and she still felt bad for the faint spot that developed on which looked like custom tailored pants. 

She turned, getting hold of her purse, and opening the chain. She fished out a fresh handkerchief, which she had kept for Ellie, because she always eats messily, getting crumbs all over her face and clothes. But Y/n adores it, and she smiles everytime she cutely says, “Mumma, hanky” with a bright smile, so proud of herself for that.

“Here-take this,” she offered him her napkin, a white one with pink flowers laced on it.

He will to keep it forever, he thinks.

And that he did, too. The same handkerchief, unused by him because he couldn’t bring himself to do anything that would make the softness, and the smell of her perfume laced in it, go away. It sits in his cupboard, in one of the two lockers that he has. 

“Thank you” he takes it, stuffing it in his pocket.

They go for a walk after that, looking at all the camp-activities that were in the brochure. The swings, the activities, the areas allocated for different sports, with so many children running around with sports equipment.

“I think she really needed it, you know. She worked hard throughout the year, doing all her assignments and homework on time. She also did her science project all by herself, without even any help from me and Elliot. Can you believe that?”

She looked so, so pretty, talking proudly about her daughter.

“And Elliot is-?”

“My husband, yeah”

Harry thinks she would be proud, or happy, at least, while telling him that she has a husband. But she doesn’t, and she hopes he doesn’t notice the small frown that creeps up her face, her smile fading with just the mention of his name.

Unfortunately, he does.

.         .        .

Throughout the day, they spend time together. Sitting on the swings, talking bout their pasts and smiling and giggling, like a couple of teenagers in love. But, they’re far from that.

Y/n thinks she hasn’t been so happy in a while. She hasn’t laughed this much in a while too, nor had a normal conversation with an adult.

So, when Ellie told her there was going to be a week long summer camp, she made sure she was the one to go with he. She just wanted to step out of the house, and meet some new people, have normal conversations, unlike the screaming and arguing she endured almost everyday.

And Harry…well, he’s Harry. His heart skips a beat every time she smiles, so carefree and beautiful. The way her face glows in the sun, and the tiny crinkles that form when she squints them to see him in the sunlight. Her hair, that flows freely in the warm air, and the biggest smile on her face as she tries to tie them up, but they just keep slipping out of her grasp.

He can't help but be captivated by her presence, his gaze lingering on her with an intensity he can't quite explain. Her smile seems to light up the entire landscape, and he finds himself enchanted by the way she effortlessly radiates joy. Even though, she had been quite opposite of that for a while. He feels a warmth spread through him whenever she looks his way, a feeling he can't quite put into words but cherishes nonetheless. 

Yeah, he’s in love with her.

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tell me if you like this! i might consider a part 2, because this was sitting in my drafts and i know this isn't soo good!

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LOVE AT FIRST FIGHT✩༶‧˚

GENRE + T/W: sfw, fluff. slowburn. i don't usually go for slowburn, but you have to know oc gojo girlfriend's background if you want to understand oc gojo girlfriend's au... WORD COUNT: 11.2k words. TAGS: satoru gojo x fem!oc, enemies to almost lovers. lovesick!gojo, lovesick!oc. mutual pining.

SYNOPSIS: oc gojo girlfriend has finally convinced her clan to let her attend school in tokyo, but the real reason her clan elders decided to let her go was so that she could meet the one and only, satoru gojo. if you want to skip to see gojo without knowing oc gojo girlfriend's background, he appears at [at the sparring field]. AUTHOR'S NOTE: oc gojo girlfriend was inspired by katara's water bending from ATLA and the main antagonist in the cardcaptor sakura movie, madoushi who controls water and spirit birds in ribbons. i tried to think about how jogo uses fire as a curse to write her abilities. oc gojo girlfriend's clan practices elemental cursed techniques (fire, earth, electricity, etc.) and her brother is named touya (inspired by cardcaptor sakura), and i chose water because i love water as an element. enjoy learning about oc gojo girlfriend and reading how these two idiots met 💚 REMINDER: if you want to imagine yourself in oc gojo girlfriend's character descriptions instead, please do!

intro

"i think having (y/n) (l/n) here in tokyo would be a good idea." masamichi yaga proposed to the principal of kyoto, yoshinobu gakuganji.

"the (l/n) clan has requested that she attend school in kyoto so that she can be close by. they are from osaka." principal gakuganji said. he honestly didn't care whether or not you attended tokyo or kyoto. because your grandparents were part of the jujutsu society group of elders and your family had a lineage of jujutsu sorcerers, you were automatically admitted either way.

"i'll speak with the clan head. it's not every day you get a water and ice cursed technique user from the (l/n) clan with their elemental cursed techniques. i hear this one can be considered a special grade."

the principal was surprised, "you want three special grades in your class? sounds like a handful. you do know that these special grade students will be a lot of responsibility... right?"

"she is the only special grade in her family. the last person in the (l/n) clan to have the element of water was over 400 years ago, just like the gojo clan with the six eyes and limitless. i think satoru and (y/n) would be good partners. maybe they can learn a thing or two from each other." yaga laughed at the thought.

"maybe you can have her reel in that damn satoru gojo while you're at it." principal gakuganji stressed.

satoru gojo was a troublemaker and he was known for defying the elders. he could get away with anything just because of his cursed technique, he was a gojo after all. yaga sighed at that fact, he already knew that satoru was a handful, but he was one of the only people besides shoko ieri and suguru geto that could get through to him. he had hoped that you would be able to relate with satoru since you had similar backgrounds of being "special".

"you can try to convince the (l/n) clan to let her join tokyo. i will not convince them otherwise. to take on three special grades... you're looking forward to your promotion as principal aren't you?" gakuganji teased yaga.

"it's what i've been working on since i became a teacher." the teacher got up from his seat and bid the kyoto principal farewell.

yaga took his phone out of his pocket and dialed a familiar number. it was your brother, touya.

touya was one of yaga's very first students when he started teaching. he was known for his eletric cursed technique and he excelled in close combat fighting. your brother was known as a very powerful grade 1 sorcerer in osaka after graduating from tokyo jujutsu high.

"sensei, to what do i owe the pleasure?" touya laughed as he picked up the phone from his favorite sensei.

yaga started his small talk, "touya, how are you?"

he was going to have to butter him up in order to get him to agree to let you attend school here in tokyo.

"i'm doing great. my sister mentioned that she was going to be attending kyoto jujutsu high school, but i heard that you were still teaching at tokyo."

"that's right. i currently have 3 first year students. do you think she would be interested in training here with your good ol' sensei?"

yaga hoped that touya would take the bait.

"our clan wanted her to stay close to osaka which is why kyoto was the first choice... but knowing my sensei would be her sensei as well and that you have 2 other special grades... that makes me feel reassured," touya rambled. he wanted to make sure that you would be safe at whichever school you attended, "so sensei, tell me about your students."

"shoko ieri, she's studying in the medical field so she can be our in-house doctor. she is a healer who specializes in reversed cursed energy, a natural may i say. suguru geto is one of my special grades and he's able to manipulate cursed spirits. he's very rational and calm. satoru gojo—"

"—oh, the gojo clan," touya interrupted, "i hear the gojo kid is the first in 400 years to hold the six eyes and limitless."

"yes, you're right. which is why i think your sister would fit right in with this year’s class."

"sensei—you know my family has practiced elemental cursed energy for over a thousand years. the last time someone specialized in water and ice was 400 years ago. i wonder if the gojo kid and my little sister are reincarnations of the ancestors from those 400 years. you know that story, right?" touya asked yaga. the history of your clan was not known to many.

"that is exactly why i want (y/n) and satoru to train together."

touya laughed and teased his former sensei, "are you sure you aren't trying to play matchmaker to recreate history?"

"i think (y/n) could teach satoru a thing or two." yaga laughed at the thought of satoru gojo getting his ass handed by a girl.

"i'll talk to my sister and our clan elders. i think having her attend tokyo would be a great idea—send me the admissions paperwork." touya smiled at the thought of you attending his alma mater.

hook, reel, and sink em', masamichi yaga grinned. he just got your admission to tokyo jujutsu high.

osaka, japan

"hey sis!" your brother called out into your clan's dojo.

you continued to do what you were doing, attention never swaying. "what do you want, touya? i'm busy."

you were balancing three ice shards with your cursed technique. touya watched as you focused on multiplying the shards by 3's. 3, 6, 9, 12... you threw the ice shards forward into the circular targets placed ahead of you. you sighed and the ice shattered.

"nicely done—just last year, you could barely summon 6 shards." touya complimented you as he patted your back.

"did you hear back from principal gakuganji if i can attend kyoto jujutsu high?" you asked your brother with a gleam in your eye, you were so excited to finally not be homeschooled. you wanted to get out of your clan's estate. as a matter of fact, you were tired of your clan elders dictating your every move.

"i actually have better news—remember when you used to come visit me in tokyo?"

when touya was a student, you would visit him at tokyo jujutsu high all the time. it was the highlight of your childhood summers.

"yes..." you leered at him, eyes full of suspicion.

"remember my sensei? the one that can make cursed corpses?"

"yes! he was the one that fixed my doll when i was seven!"

"bingo! sensei is still teaching there. he wanted to know if you wanted to be one of his students!" touya said excitedly. he wanted to make sure that your decision was to attend tokyo too.

"tokyo is pretty far from home, touya... do you think the elders would approve? it took me forever to get permission from grandma and grandpa to even attend kyoto." you asked with concern in your voice.

touya just laughed. he never took anything as serious as you. for as long as you could remember, touya was your cool and easygoing older brother. touya was 10 years older than you, and he ended up being like a father figure to you when your parents passed away.

you hoped to be just as strong as your brother someday. for the past 10 years, he had been taking care of you along with your grandparents, training you, and making sure you grew up with a good heart. the clan elders did give him a lot of shit for giving you anything you wanted, but you were automatically spoiled since you were the one that wielded the element of water, the first in 400 years in your clan.

you knew you were strong, and your amount of cursed energy was almost infinite due to water being everywhere. you were even starting to be on par with touya in terms of skill and power at your young age.

"i'm pretty sure the elders can't say no to you. you are their little water princess after all," your brother teased, "—and i'm also 100% confident that your cool and awesome older brother, touya (l/n), is great at getting things his way."

"i hear kyoto is prettier, but if you really think i should go to tokyo, i trust you."

your brother held your hand, squeezing it with reassurance. touya winked at you and said, "alright, lil' sis. we're going to tokyo."

first day at tokyo jujutsu high

touya had spent all morning getting your admissions paperwork ready while you had spent the last three days packing up your stuff.

"ready to go little one?" your brother asked as he carried two large suitcases. you nodded at him and smiled.

you said goodbye to your grandparents and the rest of the clan elders as they saw you and touya off. to your surprise, they let you go to tokyo instead of kyoto. you weren't going to ask touya what he said to convince them, you just went along with it.

when you were only 5 years old, the clan elders started to see glimpses of you playing with water. during dinners and lunches, your water cup would overflow with water whenever the other kids would steal your treats, making you upset. when you had temper tantrums, large pools of water would start to surround you. they even noticed that you could heal yourself and others with reversed cursed energy. it was then that the clan realized that you were a water cursed technique user.

using the technique was extremely rare and it only came around once in a blue moon in your clan. the reason that water was so powerful was because there is always water (or moisture) around. curses form around negative energy, and your cursed energy was so strong because water is involved with negative connotations like drownings, natural disasters like floods and tsunamis, and just the simple fear of water. the cursed energy produced was almost infinite. your technique took a lot of practice to control, especially with the input and output. without control, you could get overwhelmed easily. whenever you overdid it, you felt extreme waves of exhuastion.

"if you're wondering about what i said to convince grandma and gramps, i just told them you'd be training with the gojo kid with the six eyes." touya said.

he knew you were curious about that conversation with the elders, but you wouldn't ask. it was like he could always read your mind.

"the gojo kid?" you laughed, "what do you mean by that?"

touya started his history lesson, "the gojo clan. they hold the most powerful jujutsu in history. their clan sits at the top of the big 3 families."

"i see. and the other families? the zen'nin clan and the kamo clan?"

"correct. the zen'nin clan known for their ten shadows technique and projection technique, as the kamo clan is known for blood manipulation."

you nodded your head as you gazed out of the car window. touya turned to you and said softly, "you, my sweet sister, are a threat to the kamo family. that's why the kamos and our clan do not get along."

touya had explained to you that because you could control water... blood doesn't fall far from the tree. (a/n: blood blending from avatar anyone?!) if you really wanted to, you could manipulate blood, but not in the way the kamo clan does. and blood doesn’t do well when it’s within water as it dissolves easily, making it uncontrollable to most blood manipulation users. a water cursed technique user was like a cheat code against the kamo clan.

400 years ago, your ancestor was killed because they were able to control any person's body due to their blood. they were that strong, which made them a threat and a target. it was believed that a member of the kamo clan had murdered your water wielding ancestor, which is why there was tension between the two clans.

after the 5 hour long car ride, your driver pulled into a forest.

"you probably don't remember because you were so young at the time, but the school is actually hidden by master tengen's barrier." touya said.

"oh, the barrier technique, i sensed it a couple miles back." you said nonchalantly.

"i'm sure you did." touya chuckled. you never failed to surprise him with your keen sense of cursed energy.

touya got out of the car and grabbed your bags and luggage. you walked up to the barrier and raised your palm. 12 ice shards appeared and flew towards master tengen's barrier. the ice shards made a perfect rectangle for you and touya to walk through. as you entered the barrier, the shards dissolved and the barrier closed back up again. you saw two black birds swarming around in the sky.

"looks like mei is watching." touya laughed as he recognized the birds.

mei mei was touya's junior, and she was the best in close combat. touya wanted you to train with her since he knew that close combat was your weakness.

you and your brother walked down the cobblestone pathway towards the entrance to the school. it reminded you of home. you looked around and jumped when you heard a loud voice.

"god damn! touya! is that you?!"

you watched as your brother put your bags down and walked over to the large man. he hugged him and introduced you to the one and only, masamichi yaga.

"sensei, this is my little sister, (y/n)."

yaga turned to you and studied you. you had an immense amount of cursed energy, just about the same as suguru geto and satoru gojo.

"(y/n), welcome to tokyo jujutsu high school," he said while shaking your hand, "i'm masamichi yaga, the head of the first years."

"thank you for having me." you said to him as you bowed respectfully. you followed behind him and touya as they talked about the school facilities. you walked passed classrooms, the sparring field, the dojo, the dining hall, and the shared kitchen.

"this will be your room," yaga said while opening the door to an empty room with nothing but an old bed and dusty desk.

at least it had a nice view of the courtyard.

touya cleared his throat, "i know it's not much, (y/n), but we can move some of your stuff from back home to make it... better—" he was trying to be supportive, he patted your back, "—or, if you want, we can go to shibuya and you can pick out whatever you want to decorate your new room."

you kept your mouth shut as you didn't have anything nice to say about your room. this wasn't the life you were used to. maybe you made the wrong decision about leaving the estate. no—you couldn't go back home. you wanted to experience more in life. you swallowed your pride and nodded with a fake smile.

"next door is shoko ieri's room. she will be your dorm mate. this area is for the girls and the dorms across the hall are for the boys. suguru geto and satoru gojo are in the other hall. those are my first year kids." yaga informed you and touya.

"speaking of the kids, where are they?" touya asked while looking around the dorms.

"i'm sure they're out wreaking havoc somewhere. they're about to get back from a mission, it’s almost lunch time." yaga sighed.

touya turned to you and put his arm around your shoulder, reassuring you. "you're gonna be great, sis."

you faked another smile at him.

"so, sensei. what grade are you giving (y/n)?" touya asked curiously. when he first started at the school, he was already graded as a grade 2 sorcerer.

"the elders and i have already discussed that she would be classified as special grade."

"why? cause i can wipe out towns with floods and control people's blood?" you muttered under your breath.

you knew about the rumors that were spread of you. you were also quite sensitive about the topic of grades. you knew from the start that you'd be a special grade sorcerer. hell, they'd probably give you a white uniform since your powers were still somewhat unstable.

"(y/n)." touya called your name sternly, warning you.

"it's okay, touya." yaga patted his shoulder, "i can explain, (y/n). we grade jujutsu sorcerers on how much cursed energy they can output. not only that, but also on how well they can control their cursed energy. sure, clan influence and their cursed techniques come into play as well."

you listened to your future sensei, but looked out the window at the sparring field, avoiding eye contact with him and your brother.

"touya has told me that you've been working on your cursed technique since you were a child. you're now 17, almost an adult. that's ten plus years of using such powerful cursed energy. if you really wanted to, you could probably beat your brother in a spar and flood our entire field." yaga joked.

touya laughed nervously, "you might be going a little far there, sensei."

you turned to your brother, "what? you don't think i can beat you in a spar?"

your blood started to boil. everyone always treated you as if you were a fragile baby. you didn't think your brother did too—at least not until today.

"(y/n), no one said that." touya said calmly. he didn't want to upset you.

"let's test her on the sparring field." yaga suggested.

touya glanced at him with panic in his eyes and chuckled, "sensei... you're gonna get me killed."

at the sparring field

"you ready lil' sis?" touya called out to you from across the field.

you saw touya hold up his palms upright. you could sense his electric cursed energy running through his fingers. you hated when he would spark you to wake you up in the morning or to get you to behave. you knew it was the least amount of electricity touya would output though. touya could summon thunderstorms and bolts of lightning if he wanted to. his close combat skills paralyzed people and curses, and even his domain expansion was terrifying.

you swirled your hands and 12 shards of ice appeared. the shards floated behind you, ready to dive forward at your command. you focused on touya, you could tell by the way he shifted his body and the way his blood rushed to his palms. touya was going to summon his shikigami, raijin.

raijin was the japanese god of thunder, lightning and storms, and his shikigami was one of touya's techniques. (a/n: this also a pokemon reference to raikou hehe)

you summoned your own shikigami, the spirit birds—two white iridescent birds very similar to mei mei's black crows. if spirit birds were used offensively, they are able to wrap around the target and burn them. you personally liked to use them for spying.

while raijin and your spirit birds kept each other busy, you noticed that touya wasn't in front of you anymore.

damn it.

you let your guard down and you didn't catch that touya had moved.

"boo." touya whispered behind you, attempting to knock you off your feet. you shielded yourself with a large body of water, knocking him back and sending him flying across the field from the water pressure. you threw all 12 ice shards at him.

on his back, touya flipped back on his feet and caught his balance. right before the shards hit his face, he zapped them with his cursed technique. the shards fell to the ground, dissolving into the grass.

touya called out to you, "that was a close one, sis! let's kick it up a notch. domain expansion: electric terrain."

the thing about domain expansions in spars was that you could lay out your domain, but you couldn't attack your opponent with it. this would show who could lay out their domain the fastest, and who had the most refined domain.

touya's domain was a large steel room. you could feel the electricity in the air. you could see and feel static.

you called out your own domain, "domain expansion: iridescent ocean."

the walls of touya’s steel room started to fall as water started to cave in. you knew your domain was much more refined than touya's. as water filled the domain, you saw touya grin. he started swimming towards the bottom of your domain to avoid the blinding lights at the top. if your opponent tried to swim towards the top of your domain, they would be blinded and immobilized, giving you the sure-hit. but if your opponent swam to the bottom, they would surely drown and be crushed by the water pressure.

just as you were about to form more ice shards, a burst of cursed energy cracked your domain from the outside. your domain had collapsed. it sounded like glass shattering as water flooded the sparring field.

you jumped down onto the ground and immediately formed a water barrier around you to protect yourself from whatever just attacked you and touya from the outside.

"somebody’s feisty." an unfamiliar voice stated.

"who the hell are you?!" you asked, "why did you break my domain, you idiot?! i was just about to win!"

you looked up at the boy who just broke your domain. he had tousled, frosty white hair and was wearing black circular sunglasses. just behind his sunglasses, you could see big cerulean blue eyes with long white lashes. he had a lollipop in his mouth. he was actually really cute—wait a minute… why were you thinking about his looks at this very moment?

"who the hell am i? i'm satoru gojo. who are you? and i'm not an idiot!" he retorted, pointing his lollipop at you.

"(y/n) (l/n), meet satoru gojo." yaga interrupted with a sigh.

you scoffed in disbelief, "that's the gojo kid you were talking about, touya? god, what an idiot!"

no one had ever broken your domain before. no one ever attempted to or dared.

"sorry, touya. looks like satoru might have saved you from drowning." the teacher teased his former student.

"sensei, i could sense this crazy cursed energy all the way from shibuya," satoru said sarcastically, "i just had to make sure you were safe."

yaga ignored him and turned to the other student that was with him, "suguru, let's all head to the dining hall and have lunch. i want you to meet your newest classmate."

satoru and suguru looked at each other with wide eyes and then at you. they said out loud in unison, "new classmate?"

your emerald green eyes glared at that stupidly handsome blue eyed idiot named satoru gojo. the classmate next to him, suguru geto, had a man bun and a couple strands of hair in front of his face, framing his jaw. he was smiling at you. it seemed like you're going to have a lot of fun at this school, you thought to yourself sarcastically.

yaga led the way to the dining hall from the sparring field. you walked next to touya as suguru and satoru followed behind you two. you noticed that touya had a cut on his cheek.

"touya, did i cut you?" you asked, surprised that one of your shards actually landed a hit on your brother. he wiped his cheek with the back of his hand. he saw the blood.

"i guess you did, sis." touya chuckled. you hovered your hand next to the cut on your brother's face, a thin layer of water formed on the cut, healing the small wound.

"did she just heal her brother?" satoru whispered to suguru, his hands shoved in his pockets as he walked side by side with his bestfriend.

"seems like it," suguru said while smiling, "she seems very powerful, satoru. that was using a reversed cursed technique."

"i guess," satoru grumbled with dissatisfaction, "not as strong as us though." he playfully punched suguru's arm with his left hand.

satoru was surprised that someone as young as you could also use reversed cursed energy. he was working on honing in on his own reversed cursed technique to be able to heal himself. the only person he knew that could heal was shoko. you looked behind at him and caught his gaze. he quickly adverted his eyes to the ground and shoved his hands back in his pockets.

at the dining hall

"welcome back, losers. lunch is almost ready." shoko called out. yaga cleared his throat as the two boys snickered. shoko didn't realize that you and touya were also present.

"shoko, we have guests for lunch today." yaga announced.

the female sorcerer turned around and blushed, "sorry—uh, we're having sukiyaki beef!"

"shoko, i'd like you to meet your newest classmate and dorm mate. (y/n) (l/n)."

"no way, you're from the (l/n) clan? i thought your family only homeschools in osaka!" she said with excitement. shoko was glad to have a female classmate.

"my brother studied here, so i wanted to follow his footsteps! and i was also getting tired of my clan elders dictating my every move." you said jokingly, your eyes hidden behind your cheeky smile.

satoru stiffened up at your comment and peered over at you and shoko. he wondered if you had the same mindset about the elders as he did. they were just old fashioned geezers to him. he was the type to defy orders and challenge the higher ups. he knew they couldn't do anything to reprimand him because well... he was satoru gojo. being as young as he is, he had some pull being the gojo's family pride, holding the six eyes and coming from the most powerful jujutsu family. he was now curious about your family and what you thought about the higher ups.

"we're going to have so much fun! being the only girl is so exhausting, especially having to deal with gojo and geto." shoko said, rolling her brown eyes. she grabbed your hand and you jumped with excitement, "i've never had a dorm mate before!"

"i guess it's time for a formal introduction," yaga said, clearing his throat, "(y/n), this is suguru geto. suguru is a special grade sorcerer and he can manipulate curses. next to him is satoru gojo from the gojo family. satoru is known for having both limitless and the six eyes, both inherited from his family. and lastly, shoko ieiri. she is studying to be our in-house doctor. these three are my first year students."

touya introduced you to the students, "kids, this is my sister, (y/n). she is the first in the family in 400 years to use a water and ice cursed technique in the (l/n) clan."

suguru smiled at you, "that's amazing—you're just like satoru. he's the first in 400 years to hold both six eyes and limitless."

you and satoru made eye contact, glaring at each other. you sensed some sort of rivalry—no, you weren't even sure what the feeling was. your heart raced as he looked away from you, his cheeks turning a shade of pink.

"come now, let's have lunch." yaga herded everyone to the dining table.

you listened as shoko, suguru, and satoru talked about their last mission and how satoru got injured. he was caught off guard without his infinity. satoru had mentioned that his clan elders wanted him to work on having infinity on at all times, but he would get too tired and stop halfway throughout the day or he would only have it on when he was out on missions.

you wanted to stir up some trouble today and get revenge on the white haired sorcerer that broke your domain. underneath the dining table, you twirled your fingers to control the bowl of miso soup sitting in front of satoru. the soup swished into his lap as he jumped up from his seat. miso soup covering his pants. his infinity was off. you laughed smugly to yourself.

confused, satoru muttered, "what the hell was that?"

you quickly looked back at your plate, pretending to be interested in what your bother and yaga-sensei were talking about. you felt a small jolt of electricity jabbed into your side.

"behave." touya scolded you.

you glared at your brother, rolling your eyes and turned to look back at your new classmates. suguru smiled at you and then at satoru.

"seems like there's finally someone who's able to give satoru gojo a run for his money." suguru laughed. his smile was just like yours, cheeky, and his warm eyes disappeared behind his smile.

satoru peered at his bestfriend, "what do you mean by that?"

"(y/n), are you done eating? let's go back to the dorms! i can help you unpack!" shoko grabbed your hand and dragged you out of the kitchen. she didn't want to be stuck with dish washing duty.

suguru and satoru watched you two run out of the dining hall.

"you do know that (y/n) is the one that spilled the soup on you, right?" suguru teased his bestfriend.

"nah, she can't catch me off guard like that." satoru muttered. there was no way he was bested by some random girl who just joined the school. even though he initially thought you were really cute, there was no chance he'd let someone like you get the best of him.

"i think you're underestimating her." suguru grinned as satoru stuffed his mouth with more rice.

at the girls' dorm

"so what did you do to get on satoru gojo's bad side?" shoko asked you out of the blue.

she was helping you put your clothing into your drawers as you unpacked all your vanity items on your empty desk.

"he got on my bad side," you answered, "he broke my domain expansion when i was sparring with my brother. shoko, i was about to win too."

"i'd like to see you and gojo battle it out on who's domain is stronger." she giggled, "so far, gojo's the best and fastest with laying out his domain.

you changed the subject. you didn't want to talk about the cute blue-eyed sorcerer anymore. he was a pain in your ass already.

"so are all of you the same age?"

"yeah, we're all 17. what about you?"

"i'm 17 too. i'm turning 18 on november 11th!" (a/n: yes, oc gojo girlfriend is a scorpio lol)

"that's coming up soon! we'll have to celebrate! i can't wait to take you to shibuya and shinjuku to show you all our favorite hang out spots!"

satoru and suguru walked down the hallways of the dorms after cleaning the dining hall. satoru could hear yours and shoko's voices down the hall.

he wondered what kind of person you were. he wanted to know what kind of things you liked, what you didn't like, and what were your ticks. he was interested in you. satoru had never wanted to get to know a person more than he did you.

"you should try to be her friend, satoru. she's only here for the same reason we all are." suguru lectured.

"why do you have to be the angel sitting on my shoulder?" gojo asked with a hint of vexation in his tone. "i'll try being nice i guess..."

later that night

earlier shoko had mentioned that if you needed anything or if you were hungry, the dining hall was open for the students at all times. she had retreated to her room for the night as she needed to study for her upcoming medical tests.

your stomach growled. you were hungry again after all the unpacking you did. you looked in the mirror that hung over your door. you were in your pajamas—a green oversized t-shirt and gray shorts. your black hair was in a high messy bun with white ribbons tied into a bow. you put on your slippers and walked down the hallway to the dining hall in search of something to eat.

"what are you doing up this late?"

you jumped at his voice, whispering to yourself, "god, you scared me."

you turned back to the pantry, ignoring him—the cute blue eyed sorcerer. you filled a cup noodle with hot water.

that damn satoru gojo.

he was leaning against the door frame of the dining hall's entrance, arms folded with disappointment in your lack of reaction.

satoru was wearing a white shirt that hung low enough to show off his collarbones and broad shoulders. his gray sweatpants emphasized how tall he was, he must have been more than six feet tall. you noticed that he didn't have his sunglasses on anymore.

"so... you didn't answer my question. what are you doing?"

"i'm hungry." you answered his question with attitude, "what are you? the kitchen police?"

you looked over to see him sitting at the dining table across from where you were standing. his arms were still crossed, fingers drumming on his right bicep. he grinned while he studied you and it made you nervous. you felt like your heart was going to jump out of your chest.

scoffing, satoru chastised you, "you know, if you eat cup noodles this late at night, you're going to wake up with a puffy face."

you held your head high and turned to look away from him, eyes closed. "that's the price i'm willing to pay."

you were about to grab your cup noodle, but satoru was swift and quick. he grabbed your noodles, mixed it up, and took a large bite.

"honestly, i was a little hungry too since someone spilled my soup earlier. thanks for this." he took another large bite as your jaw dropped in disbelief. he was so arrogant—and hot. but you weren't going to say that. he already had an ego.

you rolled your eyes at him and sat down across from him. "so are you ever going to give back my noodles? make your own if you want more."

"sure," satoru passed you back your cup, "the chicken flavor is my favorite. good choice."

you looked at him and then into your cup. there was exactly one bite left. you sighed and kissed your teeth in annoyance. "why are you here? i thought i was on your bad side."

satoru was taken aback, "you're not on my bad side... i just wanted to get to know you more. since were going to be partners and all..."

you put down your cup noodle. there was nothing but broth left now.

"well, what do you want to know about me then?" you questioned him.

"well... what are you hobbies, i guess?"

"i don't really have any." you lied. your brain wasn't thinking straight. you definitely had hobbies. you liked to write, go shopping, and go to coffee shops.

"oh come on—everyone has hobbies."

"okay then, what are your hobbies?" you questioned him back.

"easy. i don't have any hobbies because i can do pretty much anything. i try not to get too involved in things."

he was so full of himself, almost impossible. you looked into his eyes. in this lighting, his eyes were as blue as the ocean.

"what? cat got your tongue? impressed with my amazing skills?" he teased.

you rolled your eyes at him, "so, you think you're perfect then?

grinning, satoru chimed. "you said it, not me."

you got up from your seat to dump the rest of the broth down the sink. you washed your chopsticks and leaned against the counter, looking at him. you studied his body language, he was more open now. he sat down comfortably in the chair across from you, legs spread out, hands behind his head.

"i like you, (y/n). you're actually not too bad."

"what is that supposed to mean?" you felt your cheeks turn red.

no, there was no way he was making you blush right now.

you sat back down in front of him, leaning forward on your elbows, your hands cupping your chin. was this satoru gojo’s idea of flirting?

he ignored you and matched your body language, leaning forward, inches away from your face, asking you another question, "so tell me, (y/n), how was it growing up in osaka with the mighty (l/n) clan?"

you leaned back and broke his gaze, folding your arms and pursing your lips, "it was very... confining." you admitted about your childhood.

"what do you mean?" satoru questioned your answer.

"my family is very overprotective of me because i'm the first water user in 400 years. my brother had to convince my clan elders to let me attend school here."

he kept digging, "i see, how did he convince them?"

"you're so nosy, satoru." you giggled, "he said i'd be training with the gojo kid."

and that was the first time satoru heard you laugh—it was like music to his ears. he wanted to hear you laugh again.

he looked back at you and grinned, teasing you, "i feel like i'm being used."

"anymore questions?"

"yeah, what exactly is your cursed technique?"

"i can heal people and myself. i can shoot out shards of ice. i can use water at different pressures and amounts. i can create a protective shield with water too."

"show me." satoru challenged you.

"give me something that you really like, that you would hate for someone to steal from you." you grinned at him.

you watched him head to the fridge to grab a piece of kikufuku.

"don't drop it... it's my favorite one." he placed the kikufuku in your hand.

you held out your hands towards him, "okay, so now, try to take it from me."

"you're kidding. that's a piece of cake." satoru scoffed at you.

you anticipated his speed as satoru appeared behind you and attempted to grab the kikufuku from your hand. a wall of water blocked him from reaching the sweet treat.

"you can't get past my barrier." you said smugly.

"i can totally get past your water wall, (y/n). i just don't want to right now, i might wreck the dining hall." he laughed.

you looked at him as you backed away from his reach. you drew down your barrier with a wave of your hand. you attempted to give satoru back his kikufuku, but he grabbed your hand and used your fingers to pop the doughy treat into his mouth instead. you gulped, heart racing again.

you changed the subject. "i can heal people too. i heard you got injured on your last mission. can i see?"

"you don't have to do that, (y/n)... shoko can fix me up in the morning."

"satoru, let me show you what 10 years of training looks like." you laughed—and there was your contagious laugh again. there was no way satoru could say no to you. he finished chewing his kikufuku and paused. he eventually took off his shirt to show you his cut on his chest.

"all you had to do was tell me you wanted me to take off my shirt." satoru teased. he laughed while you turned red again. he did have a very nice body—but that was besides the point. you reached your hand out, but stopped short of touching his injury. you couldn't actually touch him.

"so this is the infinity i've heard so much about." you blushed while laughing to yourself.

"whoops, sorry. i'm in the process of training my infinity right now." satoru temporarily let down is infinity to let you touch him. you put your hand on his chest, focusing reversed cursed energy into his wound.

"is this your way of getting to touch me?" satoru continued to poke fun at you.

"maybe."

if you weren't so nervous, you could've sworn you heard his heart racing—or maybe it was just the sound of yours.

water started to surround satoru's wound and it slowly started to heal. once the cut was healed up, you took a deep breath and exhaled. you felt a wave of exhaustion.

satoru looked at you with concern in his eyes, "you used up a lot of cursed energy today, didn't you?"

you thought about the domain expansion you laid out today and all of your techniques you used. you haven't rested at all since you arrived at the school grounds this morning. you did overextend yourself today.

"i guess you can say that."

satoru grabbed your hand to help you get up from your chair. you noticed that he still hadn't turned back on his infinity.

"i guess i have a personal healer now," satoru smiled, "i'm working on using reversed cursed energy to heal myself. i was going to practice that later, but you healed my cut for me. thanks (y/n)."

"you're welcome, satoru… uhm, i should probably get back to my dorm to get some rest." you said shyly. he was making you blush, again.

"oh, uh—i'll walk you back to your room. just to make sure you're okay."

your heart skipped a beat. you waited as satoru put his shirt back on. he walked closely next to you, in fear that you would collapse. his six eyes sensed that your cursed energy was weak at the moment. it was a quiet walk back to the girls' dorm. you stopped in front of your room, hand on your doorknob.

with a smile, you voiced your gratitude, "thanks for walking me back to my room. goodnight, satoru."

"and i don't even get invited in?" he joked.

"maybe next time." you laughed.

satoru grinned, "goodnight, (y/n). hope you have sweet dreams of me."

“so cheesy." you flashed him a smile before shutting your door on him. you stood behind it, collecting your thoughts.

why did satoru gojo make you feel so nervous?

one month later

satoru, shoko, and suguru were spending time studying at the pavilions next to the sparring field. except, satoru didn't do any studying. instead, he was stealing glances at you while you were practicing your close combat with mei mei. suguru noticed that satoru wasn't focused on the open book in front of him.

"so, what do you think about (y/n) so far? she's been at the school for a month now." suguru instigated, knowing exactly what his best friend was thinking about.

shoko looked up from her book, "she's really great. she's smart and she's pretty too. we're planning on going to shibuya to buy stuff for her room today after her sparring practice with mei. it's her birthday soon, so i thought we could do something for her."

suguru added in his two cents, "i agree with you, shoko. we've gone on a couple missions together and i've showed her around the school grounds. she's very nice."

satoru was districted and wasn't listening to either of his best friends, instead, he was watching you.

you looked tired. he saw mei mei pat your back after a grueling spar, the both of you walking back to the community showers. you had been working on your close combat for the past month since you've joined jujutsu high.

"hello? earth to satoru? what do you think about (y/n)?" suguru waved his hands in his bestfriend's face. suguru could sense that satoru felt some type of way about you. he was sure shoko could too.

"i think satoru has a crush on (y/n)." shoko said out loud.

"shut up", satoru grunted trying to avoid the subject, "she's not my type."

"whatever! she totally is!" shoko said, punching his arm.

suguru reminded the white haired sorcerer, "you were the one that wanted to show off how great you are at close combat when yaga-sensei told her she'd be training with mei."

satoru rubbed the spot on his arm where shoko punched him and glared off towards the showers again.

"maybe i'll ask (y/n) on a date!" suguru joked while peering at satoru, testing him.

"no way, suguru. you're not her type either." satoru mumbled.

shoko laughed, "seems like gojo already called dibs."

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after a brutal close combat session, a hot shower was just what you needed. you blew dry your hair in your bathroom as your phone started to ring.

you answered your phone, "hey shoko!"

"hey (y/n)! yaga-sensei just called me and suguru for a mission, so i can't go to shibuya with you today. so sorry about that.” shoko lied. she was never called on missions, but you didn't need to know that.

"that's okay, we can plan a different day if you want."

"no way! your birthday is coming up! i found a replacement for myself!" shoko said proudly.

"you did? who?"

your dorm mate cackled, "the one and only—satoru gojo!"

your heart skipped a beat at the mention of his name. you were going to spend a whole day in shibuya with satoru gojo? you started to feel nervous again.

it had been almost a month since the incident in the kitchen. you and satoru talked whenever you had the chance and you would hang out with the trio, but you've never actually spent time alone with satoru. shoko and suguru were always there with you.

"alright, shoko. how much did you have to pay him? did you hold a gun to his head?" you joked.

"no! nothing! he actually volunteered to be my stand in!"

you tried not to sound too excited, "oh, that was nice of him, i guess."

"he'll drop by the dorm in a couple minutes to come grab you. have fun! i can't wait to see what you buy. gojo is the perfect shopping partner!"

shoko hung up immediately. you grumbled, "thanks shoko..."

once you hung up, you went to your dresser to pull out a bright green bodycon dress and white boots. you put on your favorite pink iridescent sunglasses and looked at yourself in the mirror. you tied your hair into cute space buns with white ribbons.

four knocks on your dorm room door caught your attention.

"hey (y/n), are you ready?" satoru called out to you, leaning against the doorframe. he made his way into your room. the white haired sorcerer was wearing a black t-shirt, sunglasses, and jeans. he always looked so chic in his casual clothes.

"yeah, i bought tickets for the bullet train!" you rummaged through your purse for the train tickets.

satoru just laughed at you. you cocked your head to the side, confused on why he was laughing. "why are you laughing...?"

"the bullet train? come on, (y/n)."

you were still confused at why he was laughing. the school was located in the outskirts of tokyo. you would have to take a bullet train to get to shibuya.

"do you have everything you need?" satoru peered at you. you grabbed your bag and nodded at him. "grab onto my arm."

you paused, you got nervous again.

"come on, i don't bite." satoru teased.

you reluctantly grabbed his arm. he clasped his hands together and just like that—you two were in the middle of the air in shibuya.

"did you just teleport us?" you were still clinging to his arm, floating in the air.

"yep. just one of my favorite abilities." satoru said, grinning.

"so you can teleport others? or only if they're holding your arm?"

satoru explained, "i can teleport others, but i have to draw a seal on the ground before i do. if i'm going with them, i don't need the seal."

"do you teleport other girls like this?" you teased the six eyes.

satoru gave you his signature shit-eating grin. you tested him and he liked that about you.

you both jumped down to the ground and started walking towards the bustling shibuya streets. you ran ahead of satoru towards the bright lights, loud music, and the shops. everything was calling your name. you were so excited.

"hey (y/n)," satoru called out to you, "by the way... you look nice."

you smiled at the blushing sorcerer, "thanks, satoru."

satoru gojo had never felt this way about a girl, he wanted to change the subject quickly so he wouldn't turn as red as a tomato.

"so, since you wanted to get some stuff for your room, i figured we can stop by muji."

"wow, the satoru gojo is taking me shopping?"

"consider yourself lucky." satoru retorted.

your released your shikigami birds so that they could monitor the area and enjoy themselves. as you and satoru walked together, you could hear whispers of girls talking about how good looking satoru was, questioning if you two were dating. you could hear girls squealing about satoru all throughout the streets. every corner your turned, it was the same reaction.

"do girls always act like this every time you go out?" you turned to ask satoru, annoyance laced in your tone.

"why? you jealous?" satoru asked.

"no, cause you're the one who has hands on me." you pointed out.

satoru didn't even realize his hand had drifted to the small of your back while he was guiding you through the busy crowd. he just laughed. he loved how feisty you were.

he then thought about the time where he was throwing crumpled paper balls at you in class and how you created a small ice shard to throw back at him discreetly. his infinity caught it, of course—but he loved that fire in you.

"i'm not trying to toot my own horn or anything, but yeah." he said, winking at you. he removed his hand from your lower back, opening the door to the shop, "ladies first."

you mouthed "thanks" to him. as you walked into muji, you immediately felt overwhelmed at the large selection of home goods. satoru trailed behind you as you walked towards the bathroom supplies.

"hey, (y/n), i'm gonna stop by a coffee shop, do you want anything?"

you gave him your usual order, "sure, can i get a vanilla latte with soy milk?"

satoru gave you a thumbs up and turned to leave.

you needed bathroom organization items like a toothbrush holder, acrylic drawers, and organizers. you picked up a couple trays and laundry items as well. this muji store was huge compared to the one in osaka. as you walked through the store, satoru found you again. he held your coffee towards you.

"thanks, satoru." you smiled at him again.

satoru felt his heart racing. your smile was adorable to him. your cheekbones became prominent, your eyes disappeared behind your smile.

‘so cheeky.’ satoru thought to himself.

"no problem, what'dya find?" he asked while peering into your basket.

"just a bunch of bathroom stuff. now, time for the bedroom!" you said, marching towards the bedroom area. satoru followed you around obediently and sipped his coffee quietly. he had a cake pop in his other hand.

"you have a sweet tooth, don't you?"

"i actually started eating sweets to stimulate my brain, but i ended up getting a sweet tooth instead." satoru explained.

"what kind of coffee did you get?"

satoru grinned mischievously, "a pumpkin spice latte."

"how basic," you laughed, "—satoru, what do you think about these sheets?"

you held up a light blue and a light green bedsheet set side by side for him to choose between.

"the green one, it matches your eyes." satoru replied with a mumble, avoiding eye contact with you.

you felt your cheeks heat up, "actually, i don't think i need sheets." you laughed nervously and quickly put the bedsheets back, "—i think i'll get some slippers instead."

after about an hour inside the muji store, you and satoru got in line to pay for your items. satoru went first. you watched the way satoru carried himself. you admired how he was so confident in himself and how he walked with his head held high. he really was the pride and joy of the gojo clan.

"welcome back, satoru!" the employee greeted him, "how have you been?"

satoru smiled at the employee, "hey, i've been greet." he paused and turned to look back at you, "can you ring up her items up with mine?"

"sure thing!"

satoru walked back towards you and grabbed your basket from you. you stuttered and called out to him, "wait—satoru, i can pay for those..." your voice trailing off.

he shrugged, "it's your birthday. i'll pay for it. consider it your birthday present."

"you do know my family has money right...?" you chuckled.

"happy birthday, (y/n)." satoru said, putting his arm around your shoulder.

"thanks..." you smiled back at him. you were sure thanking him a lot tonight.

"satoru, is this your girlfriend?" the employee asked as they scanned your items, "you're usually here by yourself."

"oh, no, we're not dat—" you put your hands up in denial as satoru interrupted you, "she's a new student at the high school i attend. we're just friends."

"well... you guys look good together." the shop employee winked at both of you.

you and satoru blushed with sheepish looks on your faces, avoiding eye contact with each other. he took his arm off your shoulder and scratched the back of his head. after what felt like a lifetime, the employee bagged everything up and swiped satoru's black credit card. satoru held your shopping bags while you both walked to the next location.

"so, where to next?" satoru asked you.

"i was thinking we could go get some kikufuku at the place you like." you suggested. you didn't want satoru to be bored hanging out with you, so you decided to do something he would like as well.

"it's near the bullet train station, follow me." he said excitedly.

satoru led the way as you trailed two steps behind him. it was a busy friday night in shibuya. the streets were packed and you could easily get lost. good thing satoru was over six feet tall and looked like a damn model with his white hair and sunglasses. he was easy to spot in these streets.

"satoru, do you always wear sunglasses when you go out?"

"that's a random question." satoru replied, peering behind him to look back at you through his dark sunglasses.

"well... i was just thinking about that night when we talked in the kitchen. i just realized you weren't wearing sunglasses back then."

"why were you thinking about that night?"

"no reason." you said quickly. you couldn't have satoru gojo know that you were thinking about him. he would never let you live it down.

"with the six eyes, i see everything on a heightened level. it makes me tired. the darker the sunglasses, the easier it is on the eyes. sometimes, i wonder if i should just wear a blindfold."

satoru explained that he could still see everything even if his view was obstructed by something opaque.

"so you can see how much cursed energy is around you?"

"i can see every little piece of cursed energy even if my eyes are closed. right now, your cursed energy is bright blue and it feels like it's screaming at me since you're right next to me—and you have a lot of cursed energy. i can also see any residuals of cursed energy even if a curse stepped here a week ago. if a building has cursed energy, i can see where it's located inside the building."

touya never got into the specifics of the gojo clan, you thought it was because he didn't know anyone that had the six eyes. a majority of the gojo clan inherited limitless, but satoru was the first in a long time to have the six eyes which went hand in hand with limitless. touya liked to say that the world shifted when satoru was born.

"you're quiet. still processing?" satoru asked you.

"i didn't realize how complex your clan's technique was. you have the six eyes and limitless..."

"and you have water and ice. (y/n), we're the first in 400 years in our families to change the way—oh, here's the kikufuku stand."

the stall owner recognized satoru right away, he started to package up his usual order.

"oh, wait a minute. can you also package whatever she wants too?" satoru asked, pointing at you.

the stall owner smiled at you and let you pick what you wanted. satoru recommended the matcha cream and an edamame cream one. those were his favorites. you ended up choosing the strawberry and matcha cream ones. you two sat down at a small parlor table and ate your kikufuku, continuing your talk.

"so what elements do your family members have control of?" satoru asked.

you thought about your family, "my brother has electricity. my parents passed away when i was 6, but my brother told me that my dad was one of the strongest with earth. my grandpa is pretty bad ass with fire."

"what happens if you're born without any cursed energy in your clan?"

"nothing, you're still part of the clan. you just don't get to learn any jujutsu, i guess. they are usually teachers, housekeepers, cooks, or assistants at the family minka."

"i see. do you mind me asking what happened to your parents?"

"they were killed," you said quietly, "touya won’t tell me what happened, but i think it has to do with our rival clan."

satoru shifted in his seat, cocking his head to the side. "rival clan?"

"the kamo clan." you said.

gojo related with you, "it's just like the gojo clan and the zen'nin clan. a ten shadows technique user and a limitless six eyes user killed each other in the fight for the aristocracy in the past."

"a member of the kamo clan was rumored to have killed our last water user. i'm not gonna lie, satoru, it does make me a little nervous knowing that." you sheepishly said to him.

"it looks like we have a lot more in common than we thought, (y/n)." satoru said softly, "—and we're friends, right? i'll protect you from the kamo clan."

you smiled at him, "right, we are friends… thanks, satoru. i'll protect you from the zen’nin clan too."

satoru sat back in his seat, legs spread open, and his arm folded across his chest. he tipped back in his chair, balancing on the back two legs, "what do you say we get out of here? ready to go back to jujutsu high?"

you nodded at him as satoru reached out his hand. you looked at him, confused.

"did you forget that we teleported here?" satoru laughed.

you realized he didn't want to hold your hand, he wanted to teleport back to jujutsu high. you reached out to grab his hand as satoru looped your arm under his. he clasped his palms and just like that—you and satoru were back at jujutsu high.

you walked together under the dusk sky, the cobblestone pathway to the school was dimly lit. a warm connection surrounding you and the white haired sorcerer. the invisible red string of fate slowly connecting you two together.

"can you teleport anywhere in the world?" you asked satoru.

"hmmm, as of right now no. i've been practicing my long distance teleportation. shibuya is the furthest i can go since shoko, suguru, and i always go there. and i can teleport back to my clan's estate—i'm working on it though."

you nodded and watched him walk ahead of you. satoru gojo was actually kind of amazing. you walked faster to catch up to him. when you both arrived at the dorms, satoru brought your shopping bags back to your room for you.

"do you want to come in?" you asked him quietly, "curfew doesn't start until 10."

satoru scratched the back of his head nervously, "uh... sure."

this was a different side of satoru than the one that asked ‘no invite?’ a month ago.

"have you ever been in a girl's room before?" you teased the white haired sorcerer.

"oh, so you think you're funny?" satoru quipped back at you. he stepped into your room and dropped your bags on the floor. you could see through the corner of your eye that he was looking at your belongings.

"you like to shop at some of my favorite stores." he mentioned as he picked up your sunglasses, "i like these sunglasses."

"how many pairs of sunglasses do you have? 100?" you joked.

"234."

you looked at satoru. was he serious? what kind of person owned 234 pairs of sunglasses?!

"you're joking."

"nope. you can come into my room and check it out. unless... you've never been inside a guy's room before." satoru winked at you.

you rolled your eyes at him. he started to take out your stuff from the shopping bags, handing you a couple of organizers.

"i don't have anywhere for you to sit besides my vanity chair... you can sit on my bed if you want."

the first week of school, touya had multiple people from the clan estate bring you a custom king sized futon that was identical to the one you had in your room back at home.

"damn, a kind sized bed? must be nice." satoru said sarcastically.

"what size bed do you have in your dorm?" you asked him.

he slyly asked, "wanna come find out?"

"i would rather die than get caught laying in your bed. you probably have diseases in there." you retorted back at him.

"fine then, don't ask to come cuddle with me when you're cold then—and i wash my sheets weekly for your information."

"you have a lame way of flirting, satoru gojo. and it's a good thing i don't get cold easily."

satoru continued to grin as he laid on your bed, putting his arms behind his head. he crossed his legs and watched as you started to organize your bathroom with your birthday gifts from him. he liked pushing your buttons. he wondered if you were into him as much as he was into you. the way that you both bantered with each other excited him. sure, he flirted with and teased other girls, but he didn't feel the same way about them as he did you—you intrigued him.

satoru thought about how nice your hair looked with your white ribbons. you had taken out your space buns and let your long black hair run down your back and chest. you looked so pretty to him in your green dress that emphasized your bright emerald eyes. he shook his head at his intrusive thoughts, he was tired after using his infinity all day.

you noticed satoru had his eyes closed. you were almost done reorganizing your bathroom as you looked over at him again. he was sleeping. you leaned against your bathroom door, admiring him.

you heard a knock on your door. you opened the door to find suguru geto.

"hi, (y/n), is satoru here?" suguru asked with a smile.

you whispered to him, "hi suguru, he's sleeping right now."

"oh, that's surprising. satoru never sleeps anywhere but his room." suguru said while peering into your room, "and on your bed too?"

"my bed is really comfortable." you chuckled, "it's a custom futon from osaka."

"well, if he wakes up, can you let him know that yaga-sensei wants to talk to all of us tomorrow at 8am?"

"sure thing, thanks suguru!"

suguru geto was so nice. he always had a smile on his face. you enjoyed his company whenever yaga-sensei paired you up with him. and all the times you've studied with him, he was patient and kind.

"do you want me to wake satoru up?" you pointed back at the sleeping sorcerer.

"no, it's fine. let him sleep. see you tomorrow morning. goodnight, (y/n)!"

"goodnight, suguru."

as suguru left your room, he thought to himself, "they'll probably start dating soon." he laughed to himself on his way back to the boys' dorm. he knew that satoru would probably try to pull a move on you tonight. suguru was happy that satoru had finally met his match.

you shut your door and looked back at satoru. he had readjusted his body to lay on his side, his right arm under your pillow. you carefully took off his sunglasses from his face and put them on the nightstand beside him.

you slowly got ready for bed after washing your face and brushing your teeth. you put your chin in your hand as you thought to yourself ‘where am i supposed to sleep tonight?’

would it be okay if you and satoru slept in the same bed? you thought that since you had a king sized bed, you could sleep on one end and satoru could stay on the other end.

you gently sat down on the edge of your bed and snuck under the covers. you grinned, stealing another glance at him one last time before you turned your body to face away from the sleeping sorcerer.

the next morning

your alarm rang bright and early at 7:30am. you stretched your body as you noticed a slender arm across your abdomen, pulling you close. a head full of messy white hair snuggled between your shoulder and neck. you threw satoru's arm off of you as you sat up quickly.

"satoru gojo! wake up!" you hissed at him.

the sly sorcerer groaned and turned away from you to rub his face and eyes. "where's the fire, (y/n)?"

"we cuddled last night?! you were spooning me?!" you asked him, mortified at what you woke up to.

"hmmm, must've happened on accident."

you grabbed your blanket and covered yourself in disbelief, "oh my god. i've only known you for a month and you're already sleeping in my bed and trying to cuddle me."

"might as well be friends with benefits."

"i dare you to say that to suguru and shoko when we see them at the morning meeting."

"we have a morning meeting?"

"yes, we do. suguru came to find you last night, but you fell asleep."

"oh, he probably thinks we smashed last night." satoru laughed.

"you are gross." rolling your eyes at him, "—so are you going to get out?"

satoru frowned, "wow, you're kicking me out already?"

"yes, i am! go do your walk of shame to the boys' dorm. i have to get ready."

satoru got up from under the covers and stretched. your jaw dropped.

"since when did you have the time to take off your shirt last night?! you really tried it, satoru gojo!" you shrieked, throwing an ice shard at him.

of course, the ice shard just hit his infinity and evaporated when you called it back. he knew exactly what he was doing. he laughed and grabbed his shirt from the floor and threw it over his shoulder.

"see you later, (y/n). let's do this again sometime." satoru winked at you before sneaking out of your room. it was not a regular occurrence that satoru gojo would be walking around the dorms shirtless doing the walk of shame back to this room. he was better than that.

"gojo, please don't tell me you slept with my dorm mate." shoko begged as she opened the door to all the commotion next to her room.

"oh, hey shoko!" satoru greeted her.

"(y/n)! please tell me you didn't!"

"absolutely not! he's such an idiot!" you yelled back, disgusted at the thought.

satoru just hehehe'd down the hall.

later that morning

suguru and satoru were the first to arrive at the classroom as they sat cross legged on the floor. shoko and you arrived a few minutes later.

satoru had forgotten his sunglasses in your room this morning. you had them in your hands, placing his sunglasses on yaga-sensei's desk as you walked in. suguru and shoko looked at both of you, grinning. they wanted to tease you so badly, but they didn't dare. they didn't want a blast of water in their faces from you.

yaga-sensei opened the door and spoke. "as you may know, the school year is ending and we are going to have two new first years. you four will move on to become second years."

satoru raised his hand, "who're the newbies?"

"kento nanami and yu haibara."

all four of you looked at each other excitedly and smiled. you were all excited to have new classmates.

"also, one more thing—satoru, let's not be sneaking around campus shirtless. especially coming from the girls' dorm where you shouldn’t be." yaga-sensei sighed.

you turned bright red and refused to make eye contact with your sensei or satoru. shoko and suguru started laughing. you prayed that yaga-sensei wouldn't tell your brother about this.

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[utilitycaster]

Bells Hells Level Up: Level 14

FUCK IT WE'RE DOING IT LIVE (I forgot to prep this well in advance like a press release as I am wont to do). Gonna be short, sweet, and as always if there are any factual errors let me know! If I simply did not list every single possible feat, spell, or other choice, that is because I did not wish to spend my wild and precious life doing that.

Chetney: With a 13th level in Blood Hunter he gets Brand of Tethering, which is GREAT for making people (Ludinus) not be able to leave. He can also use Blood Maledict 3 times per rest now. Looking ahead: I'm assuming he's sticking with Blood Hunter (or Blood Nutter as the case may be); at L14 he gets advantage on saving throws against being charmed or frightened, and a new crimson rite. He has flame and frozen, and L14 unlocks necrotic, psychic, and thunder options. Their enemies are often immune to psychic but honestly he can just use fire so. Live your best life, Chet.

Laudna: I support waiting to see how the ritual goes! If she levels in Warlock she gets an ASI/Feat (War caster wouldn't hurt; bumping up INT or WIS wouldn't either though my vote, as always, is for INT), another known spell, and continues her quest as Cantrips Georg. If she levels in Sorcerer she also gets another cantrip, as well as another known spell, and I think she should get a 3rd metamagic option but she seems to already have three? Anyway my vote is for Careful Spell. I'll hold off on further speculation until said ritual has completed.

Dorian: Two more spells! Magical secrets, ie, whatever the fuck he wants (true to my name my vote is spending at least one on Counterspell, but go nuts on the other) He also no longer has to burn his inspiration dice on flourishes, though he only gets a d6 rather than his full d10. Looking ahead: He gets 8th level spells of which Mind Blank might be wise given this campaign; he also gets a d12 inspiration die.

Braius is already level 14, thank you Braius.

Fearne: Ok I respect the ASI push but Transport via Plants would be real clutch sometime soon. With that said Dorian or Imogen could take Teleport or they can just hang out with Essek for a while longer. Anyway, as an Arcane Trickster she gets an ASI and another L1 spell; she's been keeping it utility-focused which is smart because her INT score is not high. The ASI move, in my opinion, is bump up INT and CON by one, but she could also benefit from War caster. Looking ahead: As said, take L11 Druid, get 6th level spells, profit.

Imogen: Revelation in Flesh is upon us; I assume it will be electricity themed rather than the traditional Aberrant Mind option which appears to be "cursed axolotl"-themed. This means she can use sorcery points to make herself fly OR swim/breathe water OR see invisible creatures OR squeeze out of tight situations. Looking ahead: 8th level spells next level! Incendiary Cloud seems to be on-brand but Power Word Stun OR Sunburst (miss you Ayden) are both pretty fantastic.

Orym: Fighters get a zillion ASIs, as always; Sentinel might be fun but he could also bump his CON to 16 (if he does this...I must admit I'm warming on the idea of Orym Paladin and wouldn't scoff at a CHA 13 bump either), achieve Chetney-like intellect with an INT bump, or take any number of feats. I am pretty boring with feats honestly so I'm excited to see what Liam picks but I have no good ideas. Looking ahead: At L15, he gets two more maneuvers, which I will definitely look up before they hit L15; he also gets a free superiority die if they roll initiative while he is fully tapped. Fighters: they are unstoppable.

Ashton: It's a path feature! I have no idea what the fuck will be up with that but I'm looking forward to finding out, which, coincidentally, will give us the full picture of Path of Fundamental Chaos! Looking ahead: They get persistent rage at L15, which will make them even harder to knock out, a thing that is already very difficult to do.

[storywriter007]

When You Were Nothing - Neymar Jr. x Fem!Reader

summary: in which y/n realizes that to neymar, she is nothing more than his past

warnings: cursing, heartbreak, angst, mentions of poverty

genre: angst

word count: 1.9k

-> football/soccer players masterlist

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y/n stood still as cool waves of water hit her feet and splashed her ankles. she looked out into the horizon; today was a beautiful day. the sun was shining, the sky was clear, and the breeze was cool. today was a beautiful day.

but whenever y/n stood on this very land, the same memory played in her head.

they were seven years old, and they'd met on the very sand she was standing on now. she could still recall the day neymar accidentally kicked his soccer ball and hit y/n's arm. she could still recall him profusely apologizing. she could recall he look on his face when she said the only way she'd forgive him is if he let her join his game. she could recall how they played until dusk. and after that day, they became close to inseparable.

y/n can remember loving him. from the very first day they met to the day he left their hometown to pursue his career, she can remember loving him. she did love him. she does love him.

oh, the day he left.

it was a day to remember, alright.

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2009

"rumor has it you're leaving." y/n said, sitting down next to him on the grass.

they looked out into the sunset.

"the rumors are true." he admitted. "i'm leaving."

"when do you go?" she asked.

"tomorrow morning." he answered. "early."

"i'm glad." she said.

he suddenly turned to look at her.

"you're what?" he asked.

"i'm glad, ney. i know you're leaving because there's something better for you out there. i know that you love football. and i know that you want to leave this situation." she explained. "i love you, and loving you is letting you go so that you can live out your dreams. i have faith in you, i always have." she rambled, looking out into the sunset.

she paused and realized what she'd said. she came clean. she confessed. y/n turned to look at him.

"i-" she started.

"i love you." he said, gazing into her eyes.

"neymar!" his mother called from their home.

the two quickly stood up.

suddenly, he grabbed her arm and pulled her in for a kiss. she didn't know how to react, but within a few seconds, she kissed him back.

once they pulled apart, y/n stared into his hazel eyes.

"neymar!" his mother called again, breaking their intense eye-contact.

"don't forget about me when you're famous." she smiled.

"never." he reached out his pinky. "i'll always love you."

"i'll always love you." she agreed.

they intertwined their smallest fingers in a sacred oath.

"neymar!" his mother yelled out.

he smiled at her one last time before running home.

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y/n realized she'd been in the same spot for a few minutes too long. she shook her head of the memory and began walking home, picking up some fresh fruit for herself and her mother on the way.

she returned home to find her mother cooking.

"who're you making such a feast for?" y/n laughed, sitting down to help her mom out.

"ah, you're husband's coming." she joked.

"oh really?" y/n giggled. "i hope he's cute."

"let's hope. i don't want my genes going to waste!"

"real funny, but who's all this for?" she inquired, popping a strawberry into her mouth.

"i got a call yesterday." she paused. "it was from nadine. her and neymar are in town, and want to visit."

y/n visibly choked on her strawberry.

"what! and you didn't tell me!" y/n blurted.

"i did say your husband was coming!" her mom laughed.

"i-uh, when are they coming?" she asked, trying to be cool.

"ten minutes, go change."

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y/n rushed to her room. first, she paced around. then, she jumped on her bed. third, she stared at herself in the mirror. fourth, she shook all the nervousness out of her.

this was her best friend. she had nothing to worry about.

looking through her closet, y/n put on dark wash denim shorts and an off-shoulder, white, airy, sweater. she quickly fixed herself up, and walked downstairs. it had only been eight minutes.

y/n paused dead in her tracks when she saw a familiar set of hazel eyes looking at her. thankfully, her mother pull her closer.

"here she is." her mom smiled.

"oh my godness, what a beautiful young lady you've become!" nadine laughed, giving y/n a tight hug.

y/n reciprocated the gesture. "and my goodness, you don't look a day over 24!" she laughed.

"oh, you flatter me." she giggled.

y/n smiled at neymar as their mothers chatted.

"why don't you two go outside?" y/n's mom suggested. "catch up and talk without old ladies on your back?"

they two moms laughed as y/n led neymar outside.

"haven't seen you in a while." she laughed as they stepped out into the cool evening.

"yeah." he agreed. "how have you been?"

"good." she answered honestly. "you?"

"pretty good."

"i heard you're playing for barcelona now." she started. "that used to be one of your dreams."

"i know, it's crazy. i still can't believe it." he said. "i'm surprised you still remember."

"i never forget." she said. "like over there is when we broke someone's window and fled the scene."

the two laughed at the memory.

"what's it like being an international superstar?"

"terrible. i mean, everywhere i go, i'm on billboards and ads. and all of these girls want to date me." he laughed. "it's interesting. what have you been up to?

"i'm a lawyer, now." she answered.

"lawyer y/n, sounds nice."

"aw thanks, international superstar neymar. i really appreciate it."

within a few minutes, y/n and neymar got back to their old selves. they walked around town, remembering how things used to be before sharing what they did now.

but every minute they spent together, her feelings of love came back, biting harder and harder.

"that's terrifying, people just like come outside of your house?" she asked, laughing.

"it's so fucking weird. i hired security." he smiled.

a moment of silence passed between them.

"y'know, i'll always find it weird how the kid i used to build sandcastles with ended up becoming a household name." she laughed.

"me too." he agreed. "fame is great. i get to meet amazing people and do amazing things, but sometimes, i just want to drop everything and come back here. come back to the times my mom used to call me inside, to the times we used to play soccer out here with the neighborhood kids, back to when everything was simple."

y/n nodded her head in empathy.

"so you never got used to the spotlight?" she inquired.

"i guess not." he shrugged.

y/n felt the flames in her heart. she forgot how easy it was to talk to him, how much fun he was, and who he was now. she wanted to bring it up. she needed to bring it up. she needed to know if he still remembered. suddenly, a phone ring interrupted her train of thought as the two approached the grass field they had said their goodbyes years prior.

neymar answered it, his eyes instantly lighting up.

"hey bru." he smiled. "i'm just in my hometown right now. i'm with an old friend."

she heard some chatter through the phone.

"alright. i'll see you when i get back." he said. "y'know i do."

"was that your publicist?" y/n joked.

"it was my girlfriend." he chuckled.

y/n felt her heart start to shatter. it couldn't be.

"who is she?" y/n pried, wanting to know if he was playing a sick joke or being unfairly honest.

"bruna marquezine." he answered, still looking at his phone. "i didn't know what love was till i met her."

ouch, y/n thought. she felt her stomach twist and her eyes get watery. how stupid could she have been? why the hell would he wait for her? he, a big-name, global, superstar, obviously had the most gorgeous women fawning over him. it was no secret he'd choose them over her. what was y/n in comparison to him? some small-town lawyer? some girl he'd kissed when he was 17? or just some girl?

it's like he didn't get the sudden mood change and y/n's silence.

"she's amazing. i didn't know i could fall in love so fast and so hard, but i did." he laughed. "she's everything to me."

shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up y/n thought. she really wanted him to shut up.

the silence finally got to him and he looked at y/n's face.

"hey, are you okay?" he asked.

"tell me you remember." she said.

"remember what?" he asked.

"remember that day. the day that you left." she explained.

he looked at her, empathy filling his eyes.

"i-"

"so you do." she answered for him. "and that means you remember what you said to me too."

"don't do this to me." he said.

"we promised each other." she smiled through tears. "you promised me that you'd always love me, and i did the same. the difference is, i kept my word." she paused. "and you-you jumped on the first model that looked your way."

"that's not true." he attempted to argue.

"i mean, what was i thinking anyways? that the neymar jr: household soccer name, international superstar, generous philanthropist, and notorious fuckboy, would remember some girl from his hometown?" she continued.

"you're not just some girl." he stated.

"then what am i? a broken promise? a forbidden secret? a fragment of your past?" she asked. "or someone stupid enough to wait for you?"

"y/n." he said.

"tell me, neymar. because i've loved you a long long time. i've loved you since the days where your mom would yell at you for getting your church clothes dirty. i've loved you since you could barely score a goal. i've loved you since you had nothing but dreams." she said.

"i had nothing back then. in this town, i was nothing and you know it!" he said angrily. "well guess what, y/n? nobody loved me when i was nothing!"

"i did!" she shouted. "i loved you when you were nothing!"

he looked at her with a mix of anger and empathy as a tear fell down her cheek.

"you said it yourself, you were nothing in this town." she said. "i must be just as nothing to you."

"y/n-"

"you said it already, didn't you? she's your everything." she paused. "i'm nothing."

"y'know that's not what i meant." he said. "you're twisting it."

"we both know what you meant." she said. "i kept you like an oath. and you kept me like a secret."

"i wasn't lying when i made that promise." he said.

"you weren't then." she said. "but the neymar i knew then is long gone than the one i know now."

"neymar!" nadine called out from their old home.

the two stared at each-other with intensity. neymar glared at her with anger, regret, and empathy. she stared at him with desperation, disappointment, and beady-eyes.

"that isn't fair." he said.

"none of this is fair." she reasoned. "but now y'know."

"know what?" he asked.

"neymar!" his mother called again.

"that someone loved you when you were nothing." she said, another tear falling from her eye.

they looked at each-other for another moment before turning around and leaving the same way they did all those years ago.

[doki-doki-imagines]

tw: smut, choking, afab!reader

author note: Since I'll never have canon butler!vere I decided to write my own butler!vere, the power of brattiness is on my side LOL. I don't know how it is but I hope you'll enjoy reading this!

How you could trust that scam of a mage that is Leander is beyond you. 

“I just need a little help, nothing will go wrong I swear!” He says with a whiny voice that makes him sound so pathetic

 ‘My ass’ you thought.

That’s how thanks to your kind heart you find yourself with a new curse, that is not worse than the previous one, you must admit, but still a pain in the ass.

Talking about ass, seeing Leander jump around in full cheerleader uniform to keep the humor high between the Bloodhounds was a real sight, his mint green miniskirt flying around and rising a bit too high than it should, giving a glimpse of the curve of his ass.

Maybe if Leander put some more work in his brain rather than in his muscles you wouldn’t be in this situation. You glance at him from a corner of the bar, and your eyes soften at the scene in front of you; everyone so happy, not a single worry, just cheers and the clacks of pints of beer.

Just happiness, and you feel a pang in your heart thinking about how much you have missed all of this in your life.

A pang that rapidly left when warmth engulfed your body.

“What are you doing here, all alone?” It’s Vere's raspy voice. You turn around and you see the spark in those foxy eyes, but it takes a second, an uncoordinated movement, and your hands fall on his chest, your very naked hands on his equally bare chest.

You can see his eyes getting wide before white smoke spreads all around him, you look around but thankfully nobody notices what is going on. When you look back it’s almost hard to believe what is standing in front of you.

Vere is in a butler uniform, a purple tie matching his previous clothing, but the color of the uniform is lucid black in contrast with the white shirt. He looks at himself, maroon hair swirls with every move of his head.

“If you wanted my services you should have just asked” He chuckles, that fake chuckle he always uses to hide his real, more beautiful but way higher laughter.

You stay still, Vere is beautiful, and also very dangerous, your mouth is dry and you don’t understand if it is because of his new uniform or because his proposal sounded cunning to your trained ears.

“Come with me, master.” You notice how low his voice gets before calling you that way, his gloved hand touches your waist, slightly forcing you towards one of the many alleyways in the back of the bar. You keep walking, but your eyes find their pace looking at his face, his marks still present, the corner of his lips upwards, his ears twitching in what you suspect is delight.

Vere opens one door at the end of the alley, the wood is moldy and the red color is now barely visible, you don’t move an inch, so Vere bows a little, his hand toward the room, a silent ‘after you’.

The room is surprisingly clean, lace doily adorning the tables, fresh flowers in each vase, they are your faves and you start to question how much the little incident of before was actually planned.

“Sit down master, I’ll prepare you tea.” Vere taps on a chair in front of the kitchen island, he doesn’t wait for you to move, already walking towards the kettle, showing you his back.

“I’d rather have coffee” You reply, finally sitting where Vere showed you “Oolong tea it is then” Vere chirps, maybe hoping he got nicer was asking too much.

Silence resonates in the room, while you both wait for the water to boil, Vere never turns to you, so you have the time to admire his new fit: apart from his shoulder the upper part of the uniform is backless, you can see his spine and you remember when Ais told you that some yokai hate to have their back covered since it is one of the most sensible part of their bodies. Your heart starts to thrum faster, thinking how much you’d like to trace his spine down with your fingertips, your gaze lower till you meet the fur of his tail, so big and soft and you know how much Vere likes to take care of it.

“You should snap a picture” Vere takes you down on earth again “I’d like to look at myself when all of this will wear off.” You don’t have time to reply, but maybe it is better that way, he turns a little, so he can side-eye your reaction and you feel so little under his teasing gaze.

“Your tea.” You hesitate before taking the cup, tea has never been your favorite beverage but right now it tastes like abrosia on your tongue. Vere doesn’t even touch his cup, eye feline while he slowly walks behind you, his hands now on your shoulders.

“You look so tense.” His gloved hands try to untangle the knots in your muscles, the point of his tail tickles up your right leg, while you can sense his lips getting more and more near your left ear.

“What do you want me to do master? I’m here for you.” Vere whispers, hands sliding down your shoulders to your collarbones, lips now dangerously close to your neck. Warmth envelops your body, clothes now a bother you’d gladly get rid of.

“Touch me, Vere.” His eyes soften, you don’t see them, but you feel his sharp canines into your neck, and his gloved hands running to your chest, groping and playing with it, the sensation dulled by the layers of clothes.

“Eat me-“ Your phrase interrupted by Vere’s mouth on yours, his teeth sinking in your bottom lip, but not hard enough to break it, his tongue soon meeting yours in a passionate dance of mingling breaths and broken moans.

And it was so hard not to grip his face to pull him closer, to sink your hands in his marron hair, maybe massage his furry ears-

For now, you’ll have to settle for sucking his tongue, savoring his gasps.

Sadly he pulls away, you follow his lips not ready to relinquish the warmth his making you feel. Vere smirks, it’s nice to see such delicious prey so needy for him. He opens your pants, pushing your hands away when you try to do it, his lips finding yours each time you try to get in control of the situation.

“Turn on your back.” You follow Vere's order, not before throwing your pants somewhere on the floor. You soon feel his hand on your hair, the next moment it pushed your head onto the kitchen counter, your ass up in the air, brushing against his clothed erection.

“You want to be eaten here too?” His gloved head touches your core, still covered by your undergarment, he plays with it, snapping it against your warmth, making you whine.

“Ah-ah master-“ His chest presses against your back “I can’t do anything if you don’t tell me what you want” Vere chirps, but the low tone of his voice tells you he isn’t as unaffected as he’d like to look.

“Please, touch me there!” You moan out, knowing full well you’ll be flooded by shame when your mind will start to work again.

Now it’s not a problem, not when you feel Vere’s blowing on your now exposed sex, sticky strands already drenching your thighs

You gasp and Vere chuckles before delving into your core, Vere’s tongue swept between your dripping folds in a steady motion, sweeping upwards repeatedly before kissing and sucking your clit.

Your hips jerk, pushing his face even more against your buttcheeks, your sex clenches on his warm tongue, sticky with saliva and your essence.

“Fuck, Vere-“ You grip hard the kitchen island “you are so g-good, please-” mind getting numb by the fog of pleasure, body burning in bliss.

“You have been so good, so good” He whispers, between deep licks and gentle sucking.

Vere doesn’t stop even when you reach the apex of pleasure, lapping you up like a dog. When he finally pulls off you turn around, eyes teary so he is a bit blurred, but you can see it, your essence staining his chin, some strands of his marron hair stuck on his face, your gaze trails downwards when you notice his boner constrained in his tailored pants.

“Yeah master turn around, you want this too right” His voice is raspy and you nod while he pushes down his pants, he doesn’t wear any underwear and you bask in the satisfaction you could get Vere so hard.

 He unties the bow “Gimme your hands” He orders, the soft cotton of his purple tie bonding your wrist together behind your back “This way you won’t have to worry” Vere winks, before pulling out a tissue from the front pocket of his jacket, you tilt your head silently questioning what he wanted to do, a smirks grace his face.

You understand when he pushes it into your mouth “You’ll need it, we don’t want to wake all our neighboors right?” Vere winks, and you would have gladly sent him to fuck himself if it wasn’t for your full mouth and his cock penetrating your core. You’d love to wait a moment, for the ache to dull a little, but Vere doesn’t share your idea, fucking into your hole without any care hands leaving indents on your thighs for how hard he is trying to keep you in place.

“V-Vere! S-Slow down-“ You gasps out, spine arching

“Master, you still don’t know your body?” Vere slows a little, his thrust still hitting deep into you, making you feel all his length “Your core is clenching so hard, it doesn’t want me to pull away” You close your eyes, head tilting back, letting out a shameful sigh; fuck he is right.

Damn Vere and his skills.

His right hand moves from thigh and trail up to reach your neck, so exposed and inviting. Vere grips, hard, and you gag opening your eyes wide.

“Master, please tell me to choke you.”  Red eyes swirling in liquid pleasure, mouth shaped in an ‘o’, shirt wrinkled, jacket in a similar fashion, he takes off the tissue in your mouth, drenched in spit.

“Choke me, Vere.” You gasp out the best you can, his hand so tight on your throat. He nods and moans out, the more he increases the pressure the harder you clench on his length.

You feel your mind numbing, his thrusts get faster and arhythmic, but they always hit your sweet spot which makes you see stars every time. He pressed his forehead against yours, his sweat mixing with yours, Vere pounds into you, slower, but harder and you can see his maroon tail high every time he sheath his entire length into you.

A higher moan from the man on top of you is a telltale sign of his impending orgasm, your lips touch his initiating a kiss that is all tongue and whines till you both reach your apex.

Vere pulls out and you soon feel his cum staining your thighs, you wince thinking you’ll need to ask the scam mage for some kind of pill. Vere massages your thighs “Is your throat fine?”, he kisses your knee while he waits for your answer “It has been better, but I’m fine.”

Vere nods “This curse of yours is pretty interesting, do you agree?” He pushes back some strands of his maroon hair, reddish eyes looking directly into yours.

“Talking about curses, can you untie me?” You ask arching your back, showing your still bonded wrists.

Vere smirks and a shiver runs down your spine; nothing good comes from that.

“I think the master needs to relax some more-“ Vere gets on his knees again, you lift yourself a little from the counter, looking at him in the eyes, pupils wide and with that sparkle.

You sigh “Yeah the master really needs it, the night is still long after all, help me out” You notice his tail wag left and right.

“My pleasure.”

The night is still long.

[yowyowyaoi]

Hidan's Daily Texts from the Akatsuki, Part Two

From Konan

Why would it gross you out? You basically deal with blood for a living!

Flattery might get you a hug but it won't get you out of your share of the food bill.

In all seriousness that's ridiculous.

Just pretend he’s Kakuzu. Problem solved.

You guys need to keep it down. I need my beauty sleep!

Sasori has a variety of things he could give you to ease the pain. But be warned he’ll likely give you a three hour lecture on “proper dental hygiene”.

I'm sure he just meant it as a joke. No need to eviscerate him.

I need that like I need a hole in my head.

Love is not about looks, it's about feelings and personality. He's the kindest, most gentle man I've ever known in my life.

If you're that curious, just transform into one and feel them yourself!

He doesn't take betrayal very well. I'd strongly reconsider if I were you.

Being immortal is a hell of a thing to have in common, isn't it?

I wish you and Dei would leave him be. Just because he *chooses* not to fight back doesn't mean he can't, or won't at some point. And I think that will be a scary day for the two of you.

Ladies don't curse but if you heard even half of what I was thinking it'd blow your mind, Hidan.

From Itachi

Looks mean very little to me.

If you're that interested in seeing them, then just ask him to pull down his pants for you the next time you see him. See what he says.

A compliment coming from you sounds very, very odd.

I would not just leave something like that to chance and never, ever to the two of you.

We're close. That's all you need to know.

I'll admit, the honey and ants in my bed was a clever, if sadistic, touch.

You've got ten minutes to return it to my door or I promise your eternity will be one long inescapable nightmare.

No.

The last time I went with you guys you ate $1000 worth of food and then tried to stick me with the bill!

If you'd just admit it I'd be willing to go easy on you.

Of course he's an attractive man but I couldn't deal with that personality on a daily basis.

In that way I'm better than you, aren't I? You clearly fear death. I don't.

If my opinion counts for anything: hold on to Kakuzu. I don't believe there's a single other soul in this universe that would care for you the way he does.

I suppose not all the time. He does brush my hair out for me a lot. Very gentle.

From Tobi

If it isn't something that could work, why would it be the plot to SO MANY homoerotic stories??

You left it sitting there for three days! If I didn't eat it, it would have spoiled!

Just woke up not in the mood for your shit rn

If he thinks you're like a brother than one day me and you can be in-laws!

You didn't even spell "delusional" right.

Are you the one who left the jar of crickets on my bed?

Actually your hair would probably look good longer.

You're not going to lecture ME on something like that!

I think of him like a little cousin. So STOP messing with him!

If you think Kakuzu looks "sexy" without his mask you couldn't handle ME, man.

Come with us, the water should be fine by now.

The Hidden Leaf? Nope. Never heard of it.

Sharingan?? LOL

Be warned, Hidan. I'm not as stupid as you think I am.

Do YOU want to see my FIST? Okay then.

So is "Jashin" just looking the other way while you love Kakuzu, then?

From Nagato

I think of you all as my children. Some more problematic than others.

Yes it works! And even if it didn't, she wouldn't leave me!

I almost teamed you up with Deidara but I don't think I could have afforded that sort of damage.

Ultimately that would be Kakuzu's decision.

Tell your God to meet up with me and we'll see who's more "real", brat.

What. Did. You. DO?!

If I hear that you "accidentally" walked in while she was changing again, you'll wish to the heavens that you WERE able to die.

Yes but a mostly vegetarian diet is easier for my body to handle.

I did not form these teams with the intention of being a matchmaker.

I wish you would put as much effort and planning into your missions as you do to harassing your fellow Akatsuki teammates.

From Deidara

Yes I blew him up but I didn't rob him. Standards, man.

Me and Kisame going fishing, you in?

Come see me we gotta get our stories straight before Leader questions us.

He stepped on a beehive. Spent all day pulling stingers from his arms and legs. STILL wouldn't take off his mask.

I knoooooow. God you sound like Sasori.

I did but I don't think they can prove that it was me ...

You can't just sculp some little mouse and then call yourself an artist! It doesn't work like that!

I think the chicken was bad I can't stop puking and my ass is literally on fire!

If you won't listen to me talk about my REAL art, what makes you think I'm gonna listen to you talk about your FAKE God??

Me and you and Itachi. Yes he'll go if we drag him out.

Yeah but she's sooooooo pretty how can I help it?!

Why are you bragging? That just means you'll be old and ugly before me!

Honestly I just bring him a body and some tools and he stays distracted for like a week. Lets me do whatever without even questioning it lmao

He likes to carry me. Don't ask questions, I just enjoy not having to walk for a few hours.

I really, REALLY don't need to know what "gets you off". Pervert.

From Kisame

I have no idea how to answer something like that.

I don't know what's going on with you and Kakuzu but please stop "accidentally" sending me pics like that or I'm blocking you.

I'd die for him but all I really want is for him to live for me.

I think we're the only two who like it ultra-rare and dripping blood. Well, maybe Zetsu.

Yeah I have my suspicions as well but it's like that thing is glued to his face or something. Deidara is the only one who could get close enough to him to try it but he seems scared for some reason.

You can join us but no screaming in the water this time or you'll scare them all off.

I've got at least 11 years up on you so yes, you ARE a brat to me.

I don't think there are any decent shortcuts, we just have to walk straight through. Ask Kakuzu to lend you his tall boots.

There's doing our job and then there's crossing the line. Guess which one you did.

Yes it's warm but that doesn't mean we wish to see you sitting out there in the nude.

Itachi's not feeling well so I need a replacement weight for my other arm. Deidara is already helping, now I need you too.

In the old days they used leeches as a cure for everything. A few aren't gonna kill ya, kid. Don't be a baby.

He's literally perfect. And he's MINE. So onsen or not the next time I catch you looking like that I'll snatch your eyes out and eat them like grapes :)

From Sasori

Come see me before the infection spreads.

Mint, rosemary, and a tiny bit of thyme.

Unless you’re looking to get bent over, brat, how it works is none of your goddamned business.

You would likely be a terrible one.

No, he’s it for me. I’ll either marry him or kill him, haven’t decided yet.

I can imitate eating to fool enemies but the food will just stay in my throat until I manually remove it.

You kill humans nearly every day, you can handle a spider.

It would break my metaphorical heart.

I’m not “betting” you anything. I KNOW it won’t kill you. But the poison is both expensive and time-consuming to make and I’m not wasting it on you.

18 and 34.

Leave the ones that I’ve marked alone. They’re perfect specimens and I won’t have you ruin them with that heathen ritual of yours.

Yes but I’m slowly coming to accept that sexuality is a spectrum and nothing is black or white.

You and Tobi will be coming with. Pack extra food and warm clothes. No whining that you’re hungry or cold later on.

It won’t be as amusing when I nail your skull to the wall.

From Zetsu

He tasted so good. My many thanks.

I haven’t any idea why the others seem so perturbed by it, considering their *own* “atrocities".

Too loud. Sensitive ears.

Aren't you having relations with him? Surely you could convince him.

Unfortunately we need them alive and well, so please, none of your antics.

Couldn't hurt. But I doubt it would help, either.

Out of everyone here, you and your blood-scented skin smell the best.

I'm beginning to think your obsession with penises is more than a passing curiosity and an indication for serious concern.

Deidara is correct, everything is ephemeral. This world is temporary.

I wouldn't know the first thing about manipulating anyone. I'm just a plant.

From Kakuzu

Try me and see. I DARE you, brat.

Either help me or stay home and shut up about it.

You stimulate me, but not in all good ways.

If I wasn't "obsessed with money" this entire organization would be nothing, we'd be homeless and everyone would be starving.

Just wait until I get you alone.

Next time I suggest you think before you act.

Deidara will face Sasori but YOU will have to deal with ME. Consider that.

It's your turn to pay for dinner. I could go for either seafood or steak.

Call it gay if you wish but you won't change my mind.

I'm not sure if your body could handle multiple hearts, immortal or not.

Endurance training. My room. Ten minutes. Hydrate yourself beforehand.

You're going to eat something green if I have to pry open your mouth and shove it down your throat.

Because I CARE, asshole.

Why should I have to fight them off because you can't keep your hands to yourself??

I happen to like Itachi so watch your manners, if any exist.

Can't "believe" in someone I've never met. Which is why I don't understand why YOU do.

If I ever went, I'm taking you out with me. "'Til death" is inaccurate.

Sure, sure. While you're at it pray for money to drop out of the sky and into my lap.

Handcuffs aren't doing it for me anymore. Bring some rope and maybe some honey this time.

Get back here and clean this shit up before I come kill you.

Love you. <3. Delete this text immediately.

[rottingpirate]

Can you please do a dad I threw up moment with price I think that would be funny or with the gang

Dad...I frew up.

"Daaaad. Daaaaad." You yelled silently, on the verge of tears. You tried being as silent as possible to not wake up the entire damn base. It was two in the morning and Price was up doing some paperwork, but he tensed his muscles, not wanting to know what you did this time.

You were just standing at his door like🧍‍♂️.

"What happened (Y/N)"

"Nothing happened. Why would something happen?"

"Because everytime you, Soap or Gaz come to me in the middle of the night something happens. Something always happens with you three." He straightened his back, looking up at you. He tapped the desk gently with his pen. "Well, what happened? You want food?"

You gagged a little. The thought of food was the last thing you needed right now. You shook your head "no" without saying a word. Price was confused now.

“I, kinda, you know...threw up.” The last part came out as a whisper. You were fiddling with your fingers and the front of your shirt was stained suspiciously.

“You threw up?” Price repeated slowly, very confused. That was it? Why did you seem so terrified of admitting that? He was ready for you to confess some serious sins, but this?

An uncomfortable silence fell after those words were muttered. “Damn…” He murmured, getting up in frustration as he walked to your side. “Did you actually? Where?” 

“ Yeah. In-“ you were cut off by a shout you were sure woke up the entire base.

“What the bloody freaking hell is on my pillow!?” 

“Soap's room...” You muttered, not looking up. Multiple questions filled the captains mind. Why were you in Soap's room in the middle of the night? Why did you throw up on his bed? Was it some kind of revenge? Honestly, he didn't wanna know.

“Okay, It’s alright, (Y/N). We can clean it up… let’s get you some water and meds, alrigh?” 

“Is it okay?” 

He nodded and patted you on the back, examining you.

“Did you eat something? I told you not to eat that chicken.” He brushed your matted hair that was stuck to your forehead.

“My belly kinda hurts.” 

“Come on, kiddo, let me get you a bucket real quick. If you need to throw up again, do it there, okay? I’ll be right there.” 

He rushed out of the room, bumping into a very angry looking Soap on his way to grab one of the empty buckets. Soap looked irritated, eyes tired as he glanced up at the older man. 

“Soap, you alright?” 

"Do I look- Someone fuckin' puked on ma bed! 'Course, i'm no alright." He shouted, accent getting thicker.

"Listen, calm down. (Y/N) is sick...I'll clean it up for you."

Soap was sweating, clenching his jaw. He shook his head, opening his mouth as if to reply before whipping around and emptying his guts against the nearest wall. Price jumped back, cursing as he avoided the splash of half digested food. Soap gagged miserably, back arching as he panted. 

“Fuckin' hell, Soap-“ He winced, stepping forward to pat between the young man’s shoulder blades. He dry heaved for several seconds after he had emptied his stomach completely, groaning in pain and clutching at his abdomen. He rubbed a hand up and down his back, murmuring softly to the younger man. 

“Okay, Soap. It's alright… it’s okay.” 

“ Mmnm-“ His words slurred together as he straightened up, wiping his teary eyes with his sleeve. He moved to wipe at his mouth, but Price groaned, yanking his arm down just in time. 

“Don’t use your sleeve. Here.“ he pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, swiping away at Soap’s mouth and chin. He crumpled it, tossing it into the trash can before wrapping a warm arm around Soap’s shoulders and ushering him away from the wall. He paused, taking up two buckets by the handles before helping the young man back to his room. 

“You and (Y/N) must have caught somethin’. Let’s see what's up.” Soap walked silently along, head down tiredly.

Ghost came in carrying clean sheets, scowling. He was visibly annoyed at being woken up as he eyed Soap down in barely contained disgust. “What’s wrong with him?” 

“He’s sick. I’m afraid those two have come down with somethin’.” Ghost groaned, throwing his head back. 

“God dammit, you idiots.” 

“I love you too.” Soap rasped sarcastically, clearing his throat and rubbing at his belly. “Think I need’ta lay down.” 

“You can use Ghost's bed for now, son.” Price murmured, patting Soap gently on the back. “Your bed’s a bit… dirty at the moment.” 

Ghost threw a glance up at the men, opening his mouth to object before they were cut off by the gagging of (Y/N). Price cursed, dropping the buckets and rushed towards the noise as he shook his head.

He helped you to your room, sitting you down on the stool. “Okay, listen up. Here’s a bucket in case you need to-” He’d not even finished before you were violently sick, vomiting out into the bucket.

Fuckin' hell.

Price was alarmed. What the hell was wrong with you? As he was about to say something, he heard another gagging sound coming from the other room. He quickly placed the metal bucket next to you on the floor. “I need to get Soap cleaned up, don't die here, yeah?” It came out as more of a question than a command. He bolted, leaving you to suffer on your own.

“Thanks, sir.” You murmured even though you knew he wouldn't hear. Getting up and laying back on the bed and miserably closed your eyes.

Price sped out through the door, barely stopping himself before he stepped into new puddle of vomit. Ghost was kneeled down next to Soap, face scrunched up in worry as he wiped away the mess from his lips and chin with a towel. Price smiled faintly at the sight, watching as Ghost soothingly cupped the man’s face, swiping away some tears with the rough pad of his thumb. 

“I’ll get him a new pair of clothes." Ghost uttered, trying to keep the other man as steady as possible. Soap wasn't a man who was afraid of many things, yet there he was. Sobbing and shivering about the pain in his belly.

“I believe this will be a long night, my friend.” Ghost muttered, making sure Soap’s face was fully wiped clean before scooping him up in his arms and slowly walking him to his room.

"Don't you dare to get sick next." Price warned, threateningly pointing at Ghost.

"I could say the same to you."

[somethingclevermahogony]

OC Questionnaire

Thank you for the tag @phoenixradiant !

My questions:

1. How much of your parents do you see in yourself? 2. What's the longest trip you've taken, and why did you take it? 3. (addressed to their best friend): What's the funniest thing they've ever said?

Your Questions

1. What was your favorite toy as a child? 2. What makes you laugh every time you see it? 3. Who is the most annoying person you know?

How much of your parents do you see in yourself?

Narul: "Which parents? Bira raised me...I hope I'm like her she's caring and patient. But I never met my birth parents. I know my mom was a priestess...but she's dead. I don't know who...or what, my father was."

Ninma: "Oh oh oh! I've got my mom's hair, and her nose, and look see my eyes look like hers too! I'm also short like mom, but maybe I'll get tall like my paba! I'm brave and Narul says I'm loud sometimes...just like my paba! But...I think I'm better than him too. He hurt people, he hurt Narul. I would never do that."

Otilia: "Hmm, can't say I ever got along well with my mother, but I see more of her in me than I would like to admit. We're both argumentative that's for sure."

Zatar: "I see nothing. My father was a coward and a failure and my mother abandoned us. We share nothing."

Akard: "I never knew my mother. She was a servant in the Fapacha's court, she was dismissed after my birth. As for my father...I suppose I see parts of him in me. I can certainly see our family curse." He holds up his raw and rash covered hand. "But beyond that, I like to think that I am a better man than him, certainly a more ambitious one."

Istek: "How much of my parents do I see in me? I barely remember them! Do you know who long its been? I barely even sound Makoran anymore."

What's the longest trip you've ever taken and why did you take it?

Narul: "Erm, does what's happening now count as a trip? I fled Labisa because of the coup. Before that the only trip I can remember was a hunting trip with Hutbari, and that was only a day away from Labisa."

Ninma: "This one, cuz I didn't wanna die."

Otilia: "The trip I took to come to Kishetal from my homeland in Kalmanati. I wanted to get away from my husband and visiting some foreign festival seemed like a good excuse."

Zatar: "I followed my king from Labisa to Chibal."

Akard: " I was raised in Apuna, but I have returned to the birthplace of my father here in Labisa. The journey by rivers and sea took many days, that was the longest single trip I have ever taken."

Istek: "Pffft, I've sailed from Chibal to beyond the edge of the Kronatic Ocean, where the world ends and the ocean stretches into eternity. I went so far north that I came to the place where the water freezes and becomes ice, where giants still roam, real giants, not like Narul."

Who is the most annoying person you know?

Narul: He glances at Ninma but doesn't say anything.

Ninma: "My tutor...actually..." She frowns, "He might be dead now."

Otilia: "Wadikir. I have no doubt, pompous and arragont, an annoying blight of man."

Zatar: "The nobility, all of them."

Akard: "I can't say. Perhaps the son of the Fapacha, I saved his skin a number of times but the fool is incapable of showing gratitude."

Istek: "The most annoying? That's easy! Me! Hahaha!"

Tagging @roach-pizza , @kaylinalexanderbooks, @abalonetea, and whomever.

[ikkaku-of-heart]

@songofnoheart asked: "Could I perhaps ask you a question, beautiful lady?" There was a pause before Brook continued. "The last time I've been on a submarine, my hair got all weird. Does your hair do it too? It feels like such an inconvenience!" Unprompted

Honestly, considering how she lived with a talking polar bear, a talking skeleton shouldn't have been that surprising. Especially since Soul King Brook had been on tour for the past year, making headlines and gracing stages throughout the Grand Line. Yet, Ikkaku had always assumed it was some kind of act - an automaton or puppet with a tone dial inside to simulate singing.

Now that they were allies, Ikkaku had no choice but to accept that the talking skeleton was, indeed, real. And he was asking her about hair cair.

Looking up at that pretty impressive afro that was somehow still attached to his skull, she could absolutely sympathize with his troubles. "I'll admit, there are definitely days when the humidity in here can be hell on my hair," she said, plucking at one of her thick curls. "Makes it all frizzy and tangled and sticks to my forehead half the time. I've found that washing my hair in colder water tends to help my curls in general, but it's especially helpful in these conditions."

Wanting to help the plight of another who was both blessed and cursed with poofy hair, Ikkaku decided to let Brook in on one of her secret techniques. Pulling a pen and notebook out of one of her pockets, Ikkaku quickly scribbled a recipe down. "Here's a DIY hair mask you can try out. It helps out with frizz, and it'll even make your hair shinier! It's pretty simple - just honey and coconut milk. Leave it on for an hour, then rinse it out thoroughly. That should do the trick."

[thelov3lybookworm]

When Shadows Ward Off Darkness (Part 3)

Chapter 3

Prologue Part 1 Part 2

Summary: Making up and New revelations are in order

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A/n: this part is again, a lil boring, if i say so myself, but its picking up, so im happy

next part will be fun to write 😏

@acotargiftexchange

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During the whole time Gwyn and Draven had been friends, they had explored hidden and secret places in the kingdom and turned them into their secret haunts, some of them being a dilapidated building, a forest rumoured to be haunted, though Gwyn could not find a single troubled soul other than herself and Draven in that forest.

Unless they were the ghosts people were talking about, then the forest definitely was haunted.

The small strip of land walled off from the rest of the beach was one of their favorite places to spend time at.

The sun nearly singed Gwyn's skin, but she pushed on, determined to get to the beach and take a dip in the cool, calming waters.

All she could do was hope that she didn't encounter him there.

The beach was one of the places where Gwyn found peace, something about the waters calming her soul, and Draven simply followed her around as if he had nothing else to do.

Which, considering he was a prince, checked out.

But her luck had begun being cruel to her lately, and she found him pacing along the cliffside, kicking up sand in his wake, his obnoxious cloak fluttering behind him, and just watching him wear such heavy clothes, Gwyn felt the urge to rip off her own skin, the heat and sweat drowning her more than the sea ever did.

She decided to step forward, and then instantly cursed whatever part of her brain had decided that.

He whipped towards her, his throat bobbing as he swallowed.

"Gwyn."

She ignored him, beelining straight for the water glittering under the harsh sunlight.

"Gwyn! It was not that big of a deal, okay? You are mad as if I killed your cats with a stick." He yelled in frustration, following behind her.

She turned back to him, gaping. "I would stab you to death with the same stick if you killed them. And it was that big of a deal, because now I don't know what was real and what wasn't, Draven." Then something occurred to her. "Is Draven even your name? Or is that another lie?"

He sighed, massaging his forehead. "It is my name. In a way." Before Gwyn could ask the question, he answered. "It's my middle name."

"And what is your actual name?"

"Azriel. Azriel Draven Black."

Gwyn rolled that name around in her head, admitting to herself that it was a beautiful name.

"Will you listen to me now?"

Gwyn lifted her chin, huffing. "You have exactly two minutes."

Draven's- Azriel's- jaw tightened, but he nodded. "Fine. You wanted to know why I didn't tell you I was a prince. It was because I knew you hated royals."

"I still had the right to know who I was becoming friends with."

He gave her a look. "You really want me to believe that you would not have kneed me in the balls the moment I let it slip that I was even distantly related to the King and Queen?"

Fair enough.

"Look Gwyn, I did not ask for this life, and everyday I try my best to be worthy of it."

Gwyn nodded, not knowing what to say.

"Also, I am not a real prince. I was not born in the royal family."

Gwyn's jaw slid to the ground. "You really were picked from the garbage then?"

He blinked, his lips twitching. "Yes, Me and Cassian were, technically, picked from the garbage."

Her cheeks reddened. "Sorry. I did not mean to say that."

He grinned slightly. "Come, I'll tell you more."

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It had been a few days since Gwyn forgave Azriel, and everything was going a little too well.

Something was bound to happen.

That morning, Gwyn found out that she was a half breed.

Half human, half merfolk.

She had been shocked, but not as much as she would expect to be.

She guessed it had something to do with the blood in her veins, how the way her body knew how to move before she did in water, how she knew how to swim before she even knew how to speak properly.

Currently sitting on the dining table opposite her uncle and next to her sister, Gwyn wondered how she had not figured it out earlier.

Catrin squeezed her hand, offering a small smile, and Gwyn knew she was pretending to not be affected by this information so she could be strong for Gwyn. But the disbelief in her eyes and her shaking hands stated otherwise.

"Why are you telling us this now?" Catrin questioned her uncle, who leaned back in his chair, sighing.

"Because according to the laws of the mer people, you and your sister have now come of age, and that means you must visit the queen, your mother, and stay in the kingdom for atleast a year. The queen will then decide if you get to leave."

Gwyn took in that information, her head reeling. "Why have we been living with you then?"

"The merfolk are a people who prefer to have the females in power, the goddess they follow dictating that females are pure and fertile, giving them the gift of life and having them rule justly and in a way good for the people. The males are either brought up by the blessing of the queen, or outcasted. Bearing a male child is a disgrace to the goddess, and despite it being rare that a mal is born, not many mer females like to raise the male child. The children who are removed from the mer society either die, or they are taken in by the mer people that worship the devil and live on the outskirts of the underwater kingdom."

"And how do you know about all this?"

Their uncle gave them a look. "I was one of the few half breeds, since humans are hated by the mer people, despite the half breeds proving to be more useful than a normal mer." He grumbled something under his breath that sounded suspiciously a lot like fucking mer standards. "Your mother, my distant cousin, sent you two to me to take care of until you were of age."

Until you were of age.

That did not sound like a blessing.

"And now what?" Catrin mumbled, her hand tightening on Gwyn's. Apparently she had come to the same conclusion as Gwyn had.

Their uncle smiled ruefully, standing and turning away to walk into his room. "You will be meeting your mother soon."

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Taglist: @bubybubsters @eos-princess @nightless @harrystylesfan2686 @cassie6392 @bibliophiliaxvignette

[arrieebooks]

Precious Weapon (5)

Pairing : Lloyd Hansen x F!OC (Elle) x Sierra Six.

Summary : She's faced with reality the next morning as she realized what Lloyd did for her. They got out together for the very first time to distract her. Their first time.

Warnings : Mentions of detailed murder. PTSD. Guilt. References to her painkiller addiction. Anger. Vomit. Angst. Cursing. Arguing. Fear. Fluff. Filth. Eventual smut. Threesome. Anal sex. Fingering. Hand job. Dirty talk. Nudity.

Word count : 18.8k words.

Author's note : Had a little bit of a writer's block writing this chapter but I'm back now. This takes place the morning after chapter 4.

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She doesn't remember when was the last time that her life was ever good or when she was actually happy.

Not until now, at least.

She's had small moments with her friends and people around her, but she was never really happy. She never got to be herself around them. She's always had to put on a fake smile and a mask.

They never actually knew what was really going on with her. The pain that she had to endure for years and years that no one knew or noticed. She had to handle it all by herself.

It got even more miserable when they asked her what was wrong and she had to say that she was fine because she couldn't tell them what was actually going on. She really wished she could. So she always felt alone.

That certainly wasn't happiness for her.

"I'm happy." Elle suddenly murmurs softly against Six's chest as they're both lying down and snuggled together on their couch with her blanket spread all over them. They both seem comfy.

It's early in the morning and they both just woke up from their rooms and decided that they still want to stay in bed but together. The living room was a better option than his room or her room for lesser temptations — but it's not like they couldn't just fuck over here. It's exactly what Lloyd and Elle did last night, right in this very same living room.

Lloyd is still fast asleep, she could hear it from his bedroom. 

Their couch is faced with the morning view of the city. It already looks chaotic and crowded down there even though it's still around 9 am in the morning. This city never rests, no matter what time it is. Six remembers seeing a whole traffic going on at 2 am when he was getting water from the kitchen. He'll never understand how this city is so fucking packed. It's overpopulated at this point. 

She's leaning her head on his chest as their legs are tangled together and he rests his arm around her. She's still half sleepy and not fully awake yet. Six was already awake the moment he woke up. He can never just go back to sleep once he wakes up — he was trained to always be alert, no matter where he is. He can never relax, his body is always telling him that he can't be relaxed. 

Six looks down at her and his lips slowly stretches into a soft smile before planting a kiss on her forehead. "That's good," he whispers as his hand strokes her lower back. 

"Are you?" she sleepily asks. 

Is he happy now? He doesn't even know how to answer her question. He can't recall when he was ever happy either. He doesn't think he's ever experienced true, real happiness. This situation is not exactly normal to be a source of happiness but it's the most normal he'll ever get in his whole life. It doesn't really matter to him what the situation is, he knows this one is really fucked up but at least, he has her.

He lets out a soft laugh through his nose as his smile widens. "Maybe. How happy are you?" Six asks her back. 

She shrugs weakly. "I don't know. Very?"

Six chuckles, looking down to her as her eyes are already almost closed. "I need you to be more specific than that, Elle." he murmurs.

Elle shuts her eyes and lets herself relax against his body as she sighs softly. "I've never been happier. Not like this. It's new, but I like it." She admits, coming out as a whisper.

He sees her finally asleep again and he kisses her temple. "You can still sleep, if you want. I'll still be here when you're awake." Six assures her, softly.

She slowly nods. "Yeah, I need to sleep more…" she mumbles weakly before sleep takes over her completely. 

Six looks down at her again to see her fully asleep and he could tell that she's deep in her dreams already by how relaxed and still she is against him. He enjoys seeing her like this. Peaceful. Calm. It's sort of weird to like watching someone sleep but he doesn't care. He likes seeing her get what she deserves. She deserves all the sleep she can get after all the shit she's been through these past couple of weeks. 

He can't fall back to sleep now so he'll just stay here until she wakes up again. He can do that. He can remain unmoved for just a few hours. He's always had to do that during all of his missions but this is different. Very different. He never could do this with anyone — just stay in and relax. He can't even do it himself. He doesn't  think that sleep is for relaxing purposes. It's just a necessity for the body so it doesn't get all drowsy and sleepy that ruins his daily activity in a day. 

It's already been almost two weeks that he's been in this country, in this penthouse. He's never stayed this long in one country before. The longest he's been in a country was not a third world country but one of the CIA stations which wasn't a challenge at all. He never even thought that he would be here, of all places. But here he is anyway and he isn't exactly complaining, because for once in the eighteen years of working for the agency, he could finally let himself relax, at least for a little bit. 

He knows this isn't exactly going to last forever. It's just for a few months, but he is hoping that it'll be longer than that. He doesn't want to…leave her. Like ever. In a couple months from now, she'll be in Langley and he'll be in some other random country. Back to his old days when he doesn't even know where he'll be the next day or what kind of mission he'll be assigned to each day. 

He's never complained. He shouldn't. Because he knows that this was his only less horrible option. He was given a death sentence from the CIA. Rot in prison for the rest of his life or kill anyone for them. He definitely did not want to stay in prison and die there. He'd rather die on a CIA mission. So that's what he chose. At least he'd die out in the world and not in some dirty jail cell, miserably, not having lived his life yet at all. 

He's accepted that this is how his life is and he should be thankful that he's even still alive until now — after all the near death experiences he's had before. It doesn't even shock him anymore, it has become a routine for every mission. He knows it's always going to happen, no matter how careful he'd be.

From a distance, Six could hear Lloyd's bedroom door gently open and he thinks it's the first time he's ever heard him be gentle with an inanimate object. He's always so rough and angry. But now, he could sense that Lloyd is slightly better now. He's a little happy even though he won't ever admit it. Having Elle in his life does that to him. 

Lloyd walks into their kitchen and stops in his tracks as he sees Six and Elle cuddled up on the couch.

Six looks at him and presses his index finger on his lips, telling him to shut up so he doesn't wake her up. He walks closer to them and just notices that she's asleep.

"Good morning." Lloyd softly whispers, his lips slowly turning into a small grin at the sight of them. 

What a view.

"She just fell asleep." Six tells him, whispering as well.

He nods, sitting on the spare space beside her on the couch. Lloyd looks down at her, staring closely at her asleep face and how comfortable she is against Six's body. He wonders if she'll ever be this comfortable with him, seeing as they don't exactly offer each other comfort. It's purely lust and passion. If it came down to comfort, Six will always be her comfort and they all know that.

"She's too fucking beautiful. Even when asleep." Lloyd remarks quietly while his fingers gently brush her hair away from her face. 

Six's lips slowly tug into a small smile. "Yeah. She's like that." he mumbles.

He looks up at him. "What should we do today? I was thinking if we could take her out, you know, anywhere but this penthouse. I feel like we've trapped her here for too long." he suggests, really unlike him. 

Six nods. "That's nice. Got any places you have in mind?" he asks.

Lloyd softly snorts. "No. I have no fucking clue what to do in this city. Maybe, I could call the chopper and take us to a nearby country. What are your suggestions? Singapore? Oh, or maybe that famous island, two hours from here by plane. What's it called…it's all over the internet." 

Six furrows his brows lightly, trying to figure out what he's talking about. "Is it…Bali? Or something else—"

He cuts him off. "No, yeah, that's right. Bali. That's the name of it. Should we go there today? I could still book the chopper and our hotel in time if I do it now."

He tilts his head to the side. "Are you sure? I mean, we're not here on a vacation. I just think if we go there, we won't want to go home."

Lloyd ignores him, opening his phone to search for something there. "Yep. I won't want to go home if the place looks like this," he says, turning his phone around to Six as it shows a picture of a beautiful beach in Bali, one of the islands in Indonesia that has become a really famous tourist attraction. 

But they're forgetting one thing. Bali is where her parents moved after abandoning her here. It's a nice place but she's always refused to go there. 

Lloyd turns his phone to him again and a small smirk grows on his lips. "It's paradise. Fucking there all night in some private villa with a view of the beach would be paradise." he teases, trying to plant the idea in his head.

It's early. Why does he always choose the earliest hours to tease Elle or Six? It's like he needs to do it every single day or his routine isn't complete.

Six sighs softly. "I just don't think we should. Plus, a tiny vacation won't help fix our problems."

He rolls his eyes. "I know. Which is why I'm trying to tell her that I'm not a completely bad person. I can be…nice. When I want to. Just for her." 

"There are other ways, Lloyd. You can start by proving to her that what you were doing was just to protect her. Because I'd do the same. You know that." Six tells him in a serious tone while his hand strokes her back gently.

He would. And he'd probably kill them worse than Lloyd. He has a few brutal techniques to make death really painful. Also, he'd clean it up until the house is squeaky clean and the crime scene is non-existent. He wouldn't just hide the bodies, he'll actually get rid of the bodies until it isn't even a body anymore. It'll just be a bunch of…ashes flushed down a random toilet somewhere in a restaurant in Jakarta or thrown in the only beach here that they have. 

Except, she doesn't know any of that. She is completely clueless of who he actually is and she thinks she knows him, but she doesn't. He has protected her from the truth because scaring her is the least thing he wants. 

He can be discreet. As always. He was trained that way. To be quiet and still do the job right. 

Lloyd can't be discreet. He likes things loud. It's better for him. And it'll make everyone fear him, in which he wants. But it's just the way he is. He can't change himself even if he wanted to. 

Lloyd gently scoffs. "But she doesn't know that, does she? She doesn't know that you and I are just the same when it comes to murdering people. I'm the bad guy in her story. You're the good one." he accuses, softly.

Six shakes his head. "You're not. If you were the bad guy for her, she wouldn't have kissed you last night. I know she kissed you first."

"Oh. Well. Maybe because she got heated at that moment and I was there, leaning close to her against that window." Lloyd assumes, his finger pointing to the window.

Six doesn't even see where his finger is pointing at because he remembers exactly where it was. It was a sight he'll never forget. "It wasn't just last night. She has wanted you way before that." he tells him.

"Yeah, she told me you and her were going to propose something to me. To share her. Honestly, you could've told me first, Six." Lloyd says, still whispering.

"I wanted to respect her decision." Six says. He always does what she wants. That's why they never fight or argue about anything. They're always in sync together. 

Lloyd sighs softly. "You always do. And that's probably why you're the good guy."

"I'm not a good guy. You know that." 

"I do. But she doesn't." 

"She doesn't need to know the truth. Do you want to scare her?" Six asks back, whispering as softly as possible.

He frowns. "Of course not. I don't want her to be scared of us. But she will, once she knows. I mean she hasn't even gotten used to it all. She's supposed to be more scared of the CIA. What it'll do to her. It'll…change her, Six. You know that it changed us." Lloyd says.

Six nods slowly. "I know. It did." 

"But it's not like we could do anything about it. She's chosen her path. She wants this." he states.

"There's nothing else we could do, Lloyd. The upside is at least, she won't have to go through it alone. She has us." Six says, pausing before looking down at her bare face, staring at her longer. He pushes her hair away from her face and plants a soft kiss on her forehead, again.

She looks so innocent. He feels bad for what's about to change her. It'll ruin her. She won't be the same anymore. He doesn't even want to imagine what it would be like. He likes who she is now. She's the only thing in his life that's the closest to normal. He's seen how her life is — normal and mundane and far from the violence of the world. He doesn't want to change her life but he can't do anything anymore, she chose her path and it's already too late. She's already in the shit. Deep in the shit.

Lloyd nods, humming in response. "Yeah, she's lucky she has us." he whispers while he stares down at her too, his lips slowly forming into a really tiny small that Six sees. 

He doesn't usually smile genuinely, for anyone. He smiles, sure. But it's always sarcastic and threatening smiles. Not the real smile when he's actually happy because he usually is never happy. Nothing really satisfies him enough to be actually happy. Until now. Until her.

That's why he calls her precious so much. 

Suddenly, she stirs in her sleep and moves her body. She slowly opens her eyes to wake up. Lloyd immediately retreats away from her as Six frowns at his actions.

Six looks at her gently waking up as she fully opens her eyes, searching for him. His lips tug into a soft smile. "You're awake," he whispers before giving her lips a quick peck.

"We've been talking about you." Lloyd announces himself as she turns her head to him, not noticing that he's been here the whole time.

Elle sleepily smiles at him. "Hey, morning. Didn't realize you were here. Come here," she murmurs, her hand reaching out to him.

He frowns confusedly. He doesn't do morning affections — emphasis on the affections. He doesn't do that. He can't do that because he has no idea how to. He's never done it before with anyone. He's never had girlfriends or women he's stayed long enough to get into that stage. He knows Elle's had a lot of ex boyfriends before and that she's a touchy person. She likes to give affection and receive it, too. He never thought that she would expect this from him. 

He thought that she and him would just be purely sexual. But that's not what she wants. Knowing her, she's the type of a girl to want everything in a relationship. He thought that being with her would just mean he gets a small share of her from Six, not actually becoming a part of their relationship or thing. 

Because if he is part of their relationship as well, then it means he'll be involved in everything a couple does (or a throuple in this case) and it also means this is going to be his first ever relationship. He doesn't even know what to do in a relationship. 

They aren't even sure if this is considered a relationship or not.

Lloyd hesitates and she could already see it in his eyes. Even Six sees it. He's never seen him so…nervous before. It scares him. This scares him — a serious and committed relationship. 

"I want you, Lloyd. Come here," Elle insists as she gingerly pulls his hand towards her but because she doesn't even realize how strong she is, his body gets pulled down and leans onto hers. 

Their bodies bump into each other and their faces are inches apart. His eyes slowly look down at her brown ones. She was too fucking beautiful. He feels so lucky to get to be this close with her, first thing in the damn morning. 

She widens her eyes and giggles. "Oh, shit. Sorry, didn't realize how strong I was and I—" she rambles softly before his eyes move down to stare at her lips and without hesitation, Lloyd covers his mouth with hers and cups her face.

He kisses her softly. Sweeter than usual. He hasn't had his morning coffee or breakfast yet to have the energy to be rough with her. But even in his softer version, she could still sense his harshness as his teeth slowly nibbled on her lower lips but her lips didn't bleed.

Six stares at them and smiles. He actually fucking smiles with all his teeth shiny and his dimples showing. He's as happy as he can ever remember. He's glad and grateful that things are peaceful. His two closest people have finally stopped fighting and made up. More than made up. 

She softly whimpers as he's been kissing her for too long now and she almost can't breathe. "Lloyd," Elle whispers against his mouth as he slowly pulls away from her lips and breaks the kiss.

Lloyd leans back from her and observes her like this. She's so flustered and he could see her cheeks are slightly blushing. She's so turned on by all this and he knows it. He knows her. 

His lips slowly grow into a smirk as he continues to stare at her. "Morning, Elle. Breakfast?" he casually asks. 

Six nods at him. "Yes. I'm starving." 

Elle squints her eyes at him. "Since when do you know how to cook? The last time that you tried cooking breakfast, it was in my house and you nearly burned my kitchen just by frying the bacon." She reminds him.

"Who said I was cooking? I'm going to take us anywhere you want. Just name a restaurant and we'll be there." Lloyd declares with a proud smile on his lips.

She softly grunts. "No…I don't want to go anywhere. I don't feel good. My body feels weird after yesterday's mission." 

He immediately straightens up and checks her body. So does Six. Both of their eyes search her body, there's no injury but if she's saying she's still hurt then she is. They'll believe anything she tells them, no matter what. She doesn't feel right with her body. She feels like it's different. She's not exactly in pain, but it just feels like something's off for her. Her body's never felt like this before. It must've been because of how strong the blast was yesterday. 

"We should call the doctor then. Get you checked up." Lloyd says in a serious tone.

"No, no need. I think I'm fine. I just need a little rest. I'd like to just stay here for the rest of the day. Is that okay?" Elle softly asks him, her eyes looking up at him.

Lloyd's lips form into a thin line to assure her as he nods his head. "Of course. I'll just order in for breakfast. Plus, we have so many things to do in this tiny penthouse. There's a mini theater room and a pool—oh, right, I forgot to tell you guys that we got a third floor just for the pool. Just for us." he tells them.

She smiles at him and then looks at Six, who's still looking at her, worried and concerned for her health. She holds his hand and squeezes it gently to reassure him.

Elle turns to Lloyd. "It doesn't really matter what kind of things we could do here, Lloyd. We're together. That's all that matters." She looks at the bright side.

He grins at her as she slowly gets up and sits up in front of him. "Sure, sunshine. As long as you're here." Lloyd states.

"He's right." Six agrees with him. 

Her smile grows wider while she glances at the both of them, happily. She's thinking of the last time that she's ever been happy like this but…she can't think of any. It's not there. This is the only time where she's happy and comfortable at the same time, not having to think about all her problems or the harsh truth of her life. 

She's done so many things to avoid her reality, her trauma, her past, her fucked up and lonely life. She's tried a lot of coping mechanisms. Friends, boyfriends, sex, pain killers, painting, science and she's even tried to pretend that her life is good and everything's okay. So many things to get out of her life but it's never worked. Sure, it worked for a while. But she was never happy that way. Because it wasn't real. It was just a way to get out of reality.

This is real. And, maybe it is all of their coping mechanisms, not just hers. There's too much tension in their line of work. They need a safe home to come home to and a stress relief. Because most of the agents working in the agency end up being mentally deranged after all the shit they had to witness and do. Six and Lloyd have been doing this for almost two decades now and they're…partially fine, at the very least. 

"Okay. I'm going to shower." Elle declares as she rises from the couch and stands up, walking away from them before she turns around. "Wait. You do know how to order here…right?" she asks him.

Lloyd nods at her. "Of course. I mean, I won't understand a single word of their broken English or Indonesian but…Six will help me. He said you taught him a few phrases in Indonesian and he's a fast learner so." he says, confidently.

Six is a fast and eager learner. He likes learning all kinds of languages and actually enjoys studying it. He speaks it well, too. He has a different accent for every language he fluently speaks. He was really excited (deep inside) when Elle was teaching him some of the basic Indonesian words and the slangs, too.

She breaks into a chuckle. "Okay, okay. I trust you. Both of you. Just...don't mess up our orders." she warns them with a gleeful smile still displayed on her lips.

Six nods, his eyes staring into hers. "We won't. Promise." he flatly says, as usual. She's not surprised by his flat tone anymore but at least it means that he's serious about it and won't mess it up. 

She knows him too well by now. He likes that she does. 

***

The burning hot water hits her skin and she quietly hums softly, enjoying the sensation of it on her bare body. She stands still like this in the shower for a while as she closes her eyes to relax.

She likes her water this way. Burning hot or freezing cold. There's nothing in between. 

It's relaxing for her. She loves the feeling. 

It isn't too hot for her, it just feels warm to her body. The kind of warmth that's perfect for her condition since she's immune to pain. 

Sometimes, she wishes that she isn't fully invincible. She wants to feel normal human pain once in a while, feel what it's like to experience actual pain and not the decreased pain that she always feels. She just wants to be…normal. That's the only thing she's ever wanted — a normal life, normal parents, a normal body, normal emotions. 

Finally, after a few minutes, she opens her eyes and removes her face from the water. She grabs her shampoo, pour it onto her palm and quickly scrubs all of it on her hair. 

Her eyes turn to her side, a small window near her shower that has the view of the whole city, too. She's actually beginning to like this penthouse. It allows her to see the city every single day. Back in her house, she could only see houses and houses from her window — which wasn't a really nice view. 

She likes this place. The feeling of it, too. It almost feels like a second home for her. Her first home didn't really feel like home for her, at first. Because of all the bad memories there from her parents and her past. It just always felt like a constant reminder of them and she almost wanted to burn it all down. She could've moved somewhere else and bought a house, just for her. But she didn't. 

She was strong enough to try and forget the memories in that house and move past everything. It was her house now and she wanted to make new memories herself, replacing all the bad ones with the good ones. 

The thing that makes a home actually feel like home are the people inside of it. And this places feels like home for her because of them. They feel like home for her. 

***

Elle wraps her body with her towel after drying herself as she proceeds to walk in this small bathroom of hers.

Her bathroom is pretty ample, actually. It's only a shower at the very corner, the toilet next to the door and the sink in the middle of the shower and the toilet. It's all white and modern and very luxurious, for her, at least. She's still not used to all this. 

But she does know that Six and Lloyd have a way bigger bathroom than hers. Both have a bathtub in it and much more space. They don't even need all of that space. She does want to try and shower there once in a while to enjoy the wide space but she knows that they haven't reached that stage yet. Not even with Six. Sure, Lloyd has seen her fully naked but showering together is an entirely different thing. It's more…intimate. Intimacy means affection. They're not there yet. Plus, after showering together, it would usually lead to sharing a bathroom together, eventually.

And they're definitely not there yet either.

She pulls the door handle and walks out of her bathroom, mindlessly. She blinks and frowns before thinking that she heard something came into her room or maybe it was just in her head. Because sometimes, she has hallucinations — but it's only happened a few times, not a lot. 

She turns to her room and almost screams at the surprise guest sitting on her bed. She softly gasps as she widens her eyes and puts her hand on her chest. 

Lloyd quietly smirks, enjoying her reaction as his elbows lean back on her bed. His eyes travel across her towel covered body, studying every inch of it and remembering how it was fully bare, last night. He swallows thickly, trying not to get hard right at this moment. It's hard to hide an erection in these beige trousers of his.

She takes a glance at him and of course, his hair is already neat and slicked back as usual. His regular outfit is on, the fancy polo shirt and trousers combination. His stache is a little trimmed than usual. She's guessing it's because he knows it's a little ticklish for her when they kiss — she doesn't mind, though. She likes the feeling of it. 

"Jesus, Lloyd! You scared me. Could've been an intruder, you know." Elle exaggerates. 

He rolls his eyes as his elbows move to lean on his knees. "That's not going to happen here. You know that. It's nearly impossible to break into this place. Into our place." Lloyd makes it clear for her while his eyes stay on hers.

She gulps and nods. "Yeah, okay. Cool. What are you doing here?" she asks.

His lips stretch into a small and quick smile. "The food just came. I got your favorite. Scrambled eggs, bacon and french toast, right? I also got you some pancakes." 

She blinks confusedly. "Oh. That was fast."

"It's because you take too long to shower."

"Well, maybe it would've been quicker if my bathroom was a little bigger to move around." she retorts.

Lloyd frowns. "Really? Thought you were okay with it." he says, standing up from her bed as he steps closer to her.

Her fingers tug the end of her towel as tight as possible so it doesn't suddenly drop down while he gets even closer and closer to her. He finally stops in front of her, leaving enough space. Not too close and not too far, either.

"You know, you could always shower in mine or Six's. None of us mind." Lloyd thoughtfully says. 

She scoffs gently. "Oh, right. I'm sure you would beg to differ. You'd get a nice view of me, showering naked, from your room."

His smirk turns bigger. "Hm. True. It is a very nice one." he teases while his eyes drop down to her body and he's making it really obvious now as she follows his eyes.

He just can't stop thinking about how tempting this whole situation is. Her towel could just drop at any moment or he could just grip it and remove it for her, forcefully. He knows she'd like that. But it's not…right. At least not right now. She doesn't want that now. She needs to figure this all out first.

Lloyd averts his gaze back to her and all of a sudden, she could feel how intense he's staring at her now. She could feel the clear sexual tension between them. She also wants to just say 'fuck it' and take off her towel and start making out with him but no, she can't do that now.

"You can shower anywhere you like, sweetheart. This place is yours too." he whispers gently. 

Elle nods. "Okay. I'll think about it. I mean, there are still a lot of things to think about, Lloyd." She reminds him about the problems they have that she still needs to work out from her last night's discovery.

"I know, Elle. I know." Lloyd confirms.

"Right. Well, I need to get dressed." she tells him, avoiding his eyes before walking away from him towards her closet, on the far side of her bed. 

He nods. "I'll leave you to it." he mutters softly as he starts to walk away from her bedroom.

Lloyd opens the door a little for himself and exits quickly before closing the door behind him, gently. 

She opens her closet, stares at her clothes and pouts at the lack of house clothes she has in here. There's way too much jeans. A normal person shouldn't have this much amount of jeans. She wears jeans for almost every circumstance. Or dresses. She doesn't need all these dresses. She just likes to shop and shop. To cope with her problems. But she doesn't end up wearing most of the clothes she buys, anyway. 

She sighs, moving her eyes away from her closet as she peaks at the door. She continues to stare at the closed door for a while, contemplating on Lloyd. As she thinks about him more, she realizes that he's not as scary as he thinks he is. Yes, he kills and murders anyone he wants to and doesn't have impulse control. But deep inside, he's just a…man. A man with too many complicated feelings and problems who has no one to come to and has no idea how to deal with his problems well. He has literally no one in the world. Same as Six. That's why they have each other's back now. 

Elle can see right through Lloyd for who he actually is when no one else can. She doesn't see him as a monster or anything scary. Because she knows who he is, deep inside. She's the only one who does. Maybe it's because she could read minds and feel emotions, but whatever it is, she feels a little bit relieved that he's not as intimidating as she thought he was because she knows the truth that no one else does. So she's not that scared of him anymore.

She was never really scared of him, she was just scared of what he was capable of. And she still is. 

She hasn't forgotten what he did for her.

***

She stalks into the hallway with a black crop top and pink shorts — in which she spent several minutes just looking for it in the lump of all her clothes. 

She can already hear Six quietly eating and Lloyd talking to him casually as he also chews his food. She can't quite understand what they're talking about with food in their mouths. Besides, sometimes, she could filter her hearing — decide which sound she wants to hear and block out the rest. But it doesn't always work, she's still trying to figure it out. 

"Hey, guys." Elle greets them as she walks into the kitchen island, where they're sitting. 

Lloyd is sitting at the middle seat with Six beside him. Both of their eyes quickly glance at her, at the same time. 

Six stops eating to look at her. "Hi. We got your favorite." he tells her, softly.

She smiles at him. "I know. Thanks." she says, taking the only other available seat, that's beside Lloyd.

She looks down at all the food in front of her as she begins to take the plastic fork and start to eat her food. 

Lloyd turns on his tablet that's laid flat on the kitchen island as he begins to scroll through the daily news, while showing it to Six as well. 

"So, what do you want to do after this?" he asks her. 

Elle looks over to his tablet. "What are you looking at?" she asks him.

He shrugs casually. "Just the news. In this city. Six usually reads most of it."

"Give me." she demands softly, taking his tablet from him and seeing one of the headline news on it and—

No. Oh God. No.

Headline news : Mass murder committed in West Jakarta, killer still at loose even after one full week. Authorities have no lead on who the suspect is until now. 

Right below the headline, there's the picture, where it happened. The house, still filled with blood all over the floor and walls. The bodies are all put in a body bag, laid flat on the uncleaned floor. Four bodies, in total. The whole crime scene is still messy and bloody. They must've struggled to clean all that blood stuck on the walls and all the furniture. 

He did all that. For me. 

She widens her eyes at the screen and gasps softly as Lloyd immediately snatches the tablet from her hands. Six frowns, looking over at the screen. 

"You didn't have to see that." Lloyd flatly says, turning off the screen.

She turns to him, still in shock. "That was you. You did all that. Lloyd, that's a bloodbath. A whole fucking bloodbath. And what if you get caught? What if…" 

"We'll take care of it. Don't worry. We won't ever get caught." he tries to assure her.

Six nods at her. "He's right, okay? We'll be fine." he assures her as well.

Elle looks over to him. "Fine? This isn't fine, Six. He committed mass murder for me! None of this is fine. Lloyd, you don't get why I'm this upset over this. I understand that you did it to protect me but you could've…" she snaps.

Lloyd frowns. "Could've what, Elle? What are the other solutions? You know what they were about to do to you before I killed them? They were about to hire some other idiots to find you and kidnap you and they were even planning to rape you, just so you couldn't use your powers against them because you'd be in too much of a shock. And then, they were going to sell you like a piece of fucking meat to the black market. That is what I saved you from." he harshly admits. 

She widens her eyes again at that revelation and rises up from her chair before stepping away from him in fear. She shudders at the thought of everything he said to her. Of getting kidnapped and getting raped and getting sold. They'd be right, she'd be in too much of a shock to use her powers if she was gang raped like a fucking ragdoll. She may heal from it physically, but she'd never recover it mentally. She'd remember every single detail and every single man who did it to her because her memory is extremely strong. Just thinking of it makes her stomach sick as she's turning nauseous. 

Suddenly, she gags, immediately covering her mouth with her hand and she could already feel the food in her throat. She runs to the kitchen sink before throwing up all the food she just ate, retching even more to get the food all out because she'll feel better once everything is all out of her throat since it still feels stuck.

Six quickly rushes to her, grabbing her hair and fisting it into a ponytail as he places his hand on her back. "It's okay, just get it all out." he gently says to her as she continues vomiting even louder.

Lloyd sighs, taking a glass of water from the counter before walking to her. "Elle, here, drink some." he offers, standing beside Six.

She stops throwing up, finally feeling like everything's not stuck in her throat anymore and she looks up at Lloyd with a scowl. She grabs the glass as she gulps it all down in a second before shoving the glass in his hands.

She heavily sighs, forcing herself to make eye contact with him with her eyes still filled with anger. "You wanna know why I feel this way? Why can't I be as ignorant and as calm as both of you are? Because this isn't my world. I am very fucking new to it. I just got in like, two weeks ago. When I killed all those people in that lab. And I felt so fucking much guilt that I had resorted to everything that would make me feel numb. Alcohol, pain killers, serums, going to that fucking bar that was outside of my comfort zone. I just don't want to feel the same guilt anymore. It was hell." Elle snaps, finally admitting it to him.

Lloyd lifts his eyebrows. "Wait. You—took pain killers? You're an addict?" he carefully asks.

She rolls her eyes as she sighs before Six turns to him. 

"She's stopped. A week ago. She's told me about it. Look, the point is, she's new to this. You have to understand that. Like when we both first joined the CIA, we weren't used to all the murder yet, right?" Six asks him.

Lloyd looks at him and contemplates his first time at the CIA. "Well, no. Okay, I get it, Elle. But you don't have to feel that guilt because you didn't do it and they did deserve it considering what they were going to do to you and what they already did to you and Six in your own neighborhood. I did it to protect you." 

Six nods, agreeing with him before turning back to her and touching her cheek softly. "I know it was wrong but he did what had to be done to protect you, okay? None of us want you to feel that guilt anymore. We like you too much to see you suffer, Elle."

"Yeah, way too much." Lloyd confirms.

Elle looks into his Six's eyes, slowly nodding her head before leaning onto him for a hug. She rests her arms around him and buries her head against his neck, softly sobbing. 

She's not just sad, but she's scared and terrified. It's like she has no other choice but to accept that this is her world now and there's no going back. There's no way out. She can't get out even if she wants to. She basically sold her soul when she agreed to be the CIA's most valuable asset and their personal weapon. She had no idea what she was signing up for. But on the other hand, she does still want to be here — doing missions and to help this city. At least, she could replace all the bad stuff she did with the good ones she's about to do.

Six wraps his hand around her back and his other hand strokes her head. He could hear her sobbing, even though Lloyd couldn't. She's trying her best to not make a mess of herself. She doesn't want to look weak for them. She is anything but weak, they all know that. She could blow up a whole entire building and fall from it without a single wound. Perhaps, she's just scared of showing her vulnerability to them, seeing as this is the first time. She's never shown her vulnerability to anyone before except for her best friend, but even she doesn't know everything about Elle. 

She doesn't like being seen as weak to anyone because her parents used to always call her weak for crying all the time when they were abusing her. Technically, they were experimenting on her, testing out how her body would react to certain injuries. They would constantly call it a science experiment, too. Even when it's not. It was just pure abuse. 

That's why it's such a big deal for her when she shows her vulnerability to anyone. Because it means she deeply cares for them and trusts them completely. She has let them see her at her most vulnerable and that means a lot to hdr

Lloyd's hand reaches out to her before pulling it away as soon as he realizes that she's been crying this whole time. Now, he's regretting everything. 

"Elle… I'm sorry." He manages to say. It's barely there, it's almost like a whisper but she heard it. Six heard it, too (even he's surprised). 

Sorry. He said sorry. 

Lloyd has never ever apologized to anyone before. He never felt like he owed anyone an apology. Let alone an actual genuine apology because he's actually feeling bad, for the first time ever in his life. She's not the only one showing her vulnerability, he is too. She did something to him, made him into something he thought he'd never be — a little kinder and some decent humanity in him. Even if it's just for her. At least it's progress. 

She slowly pulls away from the hug and looks at Lloyd, with confusion and slight relief. He stares into her eyes that's a little red from crying. But she still looks so fucking beautiful even when she's crying. It's not fair. She sighs softly before her lips grow into a small smile and his heart bruises. "It's okay, Lloyd." she murmurs.

Six tucks her hair under her ear and breaks into a relief smile. "What do you wanna do now? We can do anything you like," he asks her.

Elle's smile turns wider. "Let's go outside. Somewhere with fresher air to clear our minds."

"Like, a park? I know a place." Lloyd suggests. 

"Oh, you mean the only park that's inside of a mall, the only one available in Jakarta that's not filled with trash and pollution? Yeah, sure." she sarcastically says.

He lightly chuckles. "That's the only one I know of!" he defends. 

She nods, a smile still lingering on her lips. "I know. And it's the only one I like. Can we go there?" Elle asks him with her eyes pleading at him. She's giving him puppy eyes. 

Lloyd's face softens, his lips curving into a tiny smile. "Sure. We could go anywhere you want. Go get dressed, I'll get the car ready in ten minutes." 

She smiles wider and eagerly nods her head before quickly planting a soft kiss on Six's cheek and walks away from him, stopping beside Lloyd. 

"Thank you," she whispers to him before palming his cheek, her thumb caressing his skin as he stares into her eyes, giving her a soft look he's never given anyone before. She could hear his heartbeat, unusually fast which she's never heard before. She has hit him in his soft spot. She's got him where she wants him. She leans closer onto him and kisses his cheek long and slow and affectionately.

She pulls away after a second and smiles at him. "I'll be ready in five minutes." she murmurs softly before walking away from both of them to go back to her room.

As they watch her disappearing into their hallway, Six and Lloyd exchange knowing looks. They both know what they're thinking about. 

***

Elle comes out of her bedroom with an orange, floral printed sundress. It's her favorite casual one. She's got a long, white cardigan even though it is 33 degrees outside. 

They say nothing as they all get into the elevator that's going right down to the parking basement. The guys stand behind her while she faces the elevator, waiting for it to go down but it will take a while since there's like, 40+ floors in this building.

Lloyd has been too busy with his phone this whole time, texting their driver to arrive on time and haven't had the time to look at her at all. Six approves of it — he likes it, even though he'd be too shy to admit it. 

"Take that off." Lloyd demands, all of a sudden.

She frowns confusedly. "What?" 

He points his finger to her cardigan. "That. It is way too fucking hot outside for you to wear that. I know you're immune to fire and heat and all but—"

She cuts him off, turning around to him. "Uh, no, I can't. I mean, it's just how I dress when I'm outside. It's the polite way. I can't just go out there without a cardigan wearing this dress." she nervously says.

"So what? You got us." Lloyd confidently says.

She nods. "Exactly. I've got two white guys walking with me in public, wearing a short dress without a cardigan and that would only mean one thing." she assumes.

Six frowns. "That you're…just walking with us without a cardigan?" He assumes, plainly.

She snorts. "No! They would think that I'm a whore. A slut. I've never seen any local girls walk with two white guys in public at once. So they would obviously think—"

Lloyd cuts her off, rolling his eyes. "Who cares what they think?" He walks closer to her in this tiny elevator, "You're not a slut. But you are ours." he whispers before his hands rest on her upper arms as he takes her cardigan off of her shoulders slowly while keeping eye contact.

She gulps. The tension is so thick. They're so close to each other. But anyone could walk into the elevator at any time and ruin this moment. He finally takes it all off and holds her cardigan in his hands. She's even prettier without that. Her shoulders and her collarbone structure are perfect. Her body's very preserved and fit, and sometimes she wonders how, when she's never stepped foot in a gym before — it's part of the experiment, to stop her body from growing but she still wonders.

"Not our slut. Just ours." Six confirms, softly as she meets his eyes. 

Elle nods at both of them, taking her cardigan from his hands. "Got it. So, I'll just casually ignore all the dirty looks I'd get and just walk ahead?" she sarcastically says. 

She cares too much about what people think of her. Hence why she always chooses to dress politely instead and avoid dirty looks or complaints. It's not like her to just dress however she wants and nor care about anyone or anything at all. But since she's walking with them now, maybe…just maybe, she could feel a little bit more confident than before.

Lloyd nods. "Exactly, sweetheart. You know what I think? They're jealous. They would want two white guys to fuck them at the same time as well and—"

She widens her eyes, her hand jumps to his mouth, covering it. "Lloyd! No. Don't. Plus, we haven't fucked." 

Releasing her hand from his mouth, his lips curve into a smirk that's growing wider by the second. He leans into her. "Not yet," he whispers. 

And, the elevator dings.

She immediately turns around from them and looks up to the floor number. B2. Basement. They're here. 

While it slowly opens, there are some people outside waiting for it and she quickly gets nervous as their eyes drift to the guys and to her. She could already feel the dirty looks they're giving her only.

Fuck. This was a mistake. 

Elle steps out of the elevator with her head low as the guys walk behind her, as usual. Six walks closer to her, grabbing her hand and holding it for her comfort. He could sense that she's nervous the second the elevator opened and how those people were looking at her. He usually ignores people and could care less about their dirty looks but she cares. He knows that she cares too much all the time and she can't help it. It's just how she is.

They walk into the parking basement and their car is already right in front of them, with a local driver inside of it and their armed agent in the passenger seat. 

She sighs as her eyes glance at the agent and she stops. "Seriously?" she asks, looking over to Lloyd with annoyance.

He shrugs. "What? You still need protection wherever you go. It won't hurt to be safer than sorry." Lloyd defends.

She rolls his eyes. "Fine. It's just kind of annoying. I have you guys already." she mutters while walking to the backseat aa opens the door wide. 

Six enters the car first, scotting into the very corner to leave space. Then, she gets in before Lloyd steps into it. They all quickly settle into their seats as she smoothes her dress. 

"We're ready to go." Lloyd orders the driver and the car starts to move.

Six still has her hand in his as his thumb strokes her skin gently. Lloyd casually rested his hand over her thigh. 

***

She thought malls were way better during the weekdays. A little less crowded and a little more quieter.

Well, she is horribly wrong. 

They've walked into a really packed mall with every single eye staring at them. Practically gawking at their every move. 

She walks in front of the guys to lead them where she wants to go and they've willingly followed her with no questions asked. They both know that she knows way better than them. Plus, the mall is extremely huge. They'll get lost without her. 

She was craving ice cream so she's leading them to the place. She needed something sweet. It usually helps her anxiousness. She's not just anxious about walking through this mall with two white guys behind her and everyone staring at her weirdly, because she was already anxious way before this. 

She wanted to go out, to this mall with them, to distract herself. She knows she'll never get over it or forget what he's done for her. She'll remember it for ages. It'll stick in her head like glue. 

But, she'll never tell them. She knows what they're gonna say over and over again. That it was for her protection and all that. She gets that, she knows that there was no other way but she can never forget that she's the reason they're dead. The reason that their family is grieving over their death. The reason that the local police are working hard to find the murderer. The reason that maybe, Lloyd could get in some real trouble with the CIA for what he's done. For her. 

It's all because of her. She's the main reason for it all. So, she keeps thinking of herself as the problem. But she's not the problem, though. She's just a victim, caught up in this fucked-up and twisted world of murder that she didn't ask to be in it in the first place. 

"Thank you!" Elle thanks the seller with a wide smile on her lips as he hands her a strawberry ice cream cone while giving him the money. 

Lloyd and Six stand behind her with amused looks. They both already know her too well and her sweet tooth.

She turns around to them while they're still standing inside the quiet shop. She grips the ice cream cone steadily and takes her first bite.

Lloyd grimaces at that. "How the fuck do you bite ice cream? They're supposed to be licked." 

She shrugs. "I can't feel how cold it is and it'll melt less quickly." 

"Hm. Good point, I suppose. But it's still weird to see someone bite an ice cream. Might want to keep a low profile here, no?" 

"No one will think too much about it. And plus, since when were you ever worried about being discreet?" she casually says, scoffing gently before taking another huge bite of her ice cream.

Lloyd knows what she's referring to but he didn't think that she'd bring it up right now, when they're out in public, in an ice cream shop — out of all places. And…he thought that she forgot about it already. Or at least won't think or talk about it anymore. He thought he resolved all this already back at the penthouse. Guess not. 

Six quietly looks at him and they both share confused looks while she continues to focus on biting her ice cream. They're thinking about the same thing. They both also thought that she wouldn't mention it again or even bring it up. They also thought that she was feeling better after that whole sob moment in their kitchen and that was why she wanted to go out.

"Where do you wanna go now?" Six asks her and she looks up at him from her ice cream.

She stares blankly at him. "I don't know, actually." 

"Do you wanna go shopping?" Lloyd offers as she glances at him and quickly shakes her head. 

"Nope. I'm good. I, uh, shop too much most of the time." Elle confesses.

He smirks at her. "There's no such thing as shopping too much, sweetheart. Look, I'm here with you now and I could buy whatever you want. You know, to make you feel better." he says in a cocky but soft tone. 

To make her feel better for what she's just found out about what he did. But she doesn't want a distraction. Shopping isn't a healthy distraction. She knows that all too well.

She scoffs at him and Six glares at him.

Lloyd frowns at both of them. "What? What did I say wrong?" 

"Money can't buy happiness, Lloyd. Trust me, I've tried it. After my parents moved to Bali when I was eighteen, they left me with a lot of money. I tried doing everything. Shopping, included. But it never helped. It just made me wasteful." she tells him.

He scoffs casually. "You can never be wasteful if you have too much money. And I have—"

Six cuts him off before he says more wrong things again. "We can do something else. Are there any fun things to do here?"

She nods at him and smiles. "Yeah. There's bowling here."

Lloyd snorts. "Oh, come on. Are you kidding me? Six, do you even know how to play that? I don't even know—we don't do that shit. Let's just do something simple. Like, lunch. It's almost 12 anyway. And I need a drink." he declares before pausing and looking at her, "Plus, you haven't eaten properly yet, Elle. You need to eat. I care more about your well-being than anything else." he adds.

Clearly. 

Elle stares at his eyes and nods. "Okay. I'll finish this ice cream and then we can decide what to eat later. I'm not picky, so what would you guys like to eat?"

Six shrugs, keeping his eyes on her. "I'm okay with anything. We could even try some Indonesian food? We've never tried anything other than Chinese or pizza takeouts." 

She nods at him, biting her ice cream again. "That's a good idea. Lloyd, are you okay with that?" she asks, glancing at him.

Lloyd nods, humming in response. "Of course. Anything you want, Sunshine. We want to make you happy." he replies, walking over to her as he puts his shoulder around her arm. 

She frowns, scrunching her nose. "You don't need to do anything more. I am content already." Elle confirms.

He gives her a satisfied half-smile before his mouth leans over to her ear. "You'll see tonight, just how happy you'll be, with us." Lloyd whispers to her in his bedroom voice — all raspy and sexy.

She almost chokes on her ice cream as she slightly widens her eyes, looking away from both of them. She swallows thickly before thinking of all the ways they'd make her happy tonight because she knows how good they are at making her feel good and they've proven it more than once. They're probably the only guys in her life who know what they're doing when it comes to satisfying women. She's never felt more satisfied when she's with them, compared to all the other guys she's ever been with. She does know that she's lucky to have them, as a partner in bed and in the field. 

Quickly, She remembers that she's still in a public place right now and she's never thought of these kinds of things outside. She's usually so controlled. She snaps herself out of her wild thoughts and comes back to reality.

Six noticed the difference in her body language and he already knows that Lloyd must've whispered something dirty in her ears. He knows both of them too fucking well that he'd know it's them even if he couldn't see or hear them.

Elle's lips tug into an easy smile, looking over at them. "Right. So, um," she clears her throat and they both could see that her cheeks are blushing pink. "Well, let's, uh, go have lunch. I know a restaurant." 

Lloyd nods, smiling down at her. "Find a quiet one. We both don't like crowded and loud spaces. It's obnoxious." He refers to him and Six. 

Of course they hate it. They kill people for a living and having to see loud annoying people in public makes them have a strong urge to just pull out their guns and murder them — to be clear, Six didn't bring a gun but Lloyd did. He needed to be cautious. This place isn't exactly safe to him. And even though he has a living weapon right beside him, always ready to blow up shit, he still can't afford to be powerless. 

She frowns, glancing at him. "If you haven't noticed yet, everything's crowded here, Lloyd. We'd be lucky just to find one empty table for all three of us in one of these restaurants." 

"Well, if you haven't noticed either, money could buy anything in this city. Nearly everything. Even people." Lloyd states, as a matter of fact, proving his point that this city is too corrupted in every way possible.

She scoffs, rolling her eyes playfully. "Fine. Just this one time, I'm letting you do that. Because I am super hungry right now." 

It wouldn't be the first time he's bought or bribed people in this city, during this week. It was even too cheap for him because of the currency and all that. But he'd never tell her that. He should probably stop confessing things about him before she changes her mind and leaves him because of everything. Maybe—just maybe, deep inside, he's scared that she'd leave him, leave them. He can't even begin to imagine or fathom having to spend the rest of these next months without having her with him. Not only that she's a really damn good weapon out in the field, but she's the only one he wants and he won't let her go so easily. He wants to keep her, fuck her, protect her and hold her for as long as he can. 

His lips turn into a smug smile, before removing his arm from hers and moving it to her hand. He holds her hand, his fingers intertwining with hers and she leans into his touch and his rare affectionateness. She knew that he wasn't into displaying affection in public and all that crap, so she's surprised that he's doing this now. He isn't even used to affection in private, he likes to keep his personal space to himself and hates the idea of being touched too much in an intimate way.

He's different now. Very fucking different.

"Alright, let's go. Finish your ice cream faster, sweetheart." Lloyd declares before they all proceed to exit the small shop. 

***

She was right. 

Everything was packed and nearly every single restaurant needed a waiting list due to the overwhelming amount of customers who wanted to dine in. It was chaos. 

But, thankfully, Lloyd was also right. 

Money can buy everyone in this city. And, apparently, a nice quiet table in a private room with no interruptions as well, in one of the fancy and known restaurants in this mall. It's a little dark here but it's peaceful. 

Of course, she could still hear everything from outside with her hearing but she's still trying to block them out. 

"This is fancy." Elle remarks, after settling on one of the chairs in this huge table. 

Lloyd and Six take a seat between her because that's how it's always supposed to be. Her between them. 

She looks around the menus and already knows what she wants to eat and drink. She's never been here before, but the menu seems the same compared to any other Indonesian restaurants around here. Nothing new for her.

"What're you guys ordering?" she asks them, her eyes glancing between them.

Six leans into his seat while reading through the menu quietly and deciding that she knows better. He ditches the menu and darts his eyes to hers. "I'll have what you have. I know you'll have the best." he tells her.

Elle nods. "Okay, then." She turns to Lloyd and looks at him curiously. He's staring at the menu, confusedly because he doesn't know what to order either. But he doesn't want to admit that he needs her help in deciding which food is good. 

"I can help you, you know. I know what will taste good for you." she offers.

Lloyd finally looks up from his menu and stares at her with a smirk on his lips. "Yeah. You." he teases loudly.

She giggles, shaking her head. "No! Oh, come on. We're in a public place. And this is the second time you've teased me now. Is it always going to be like this when we're out?"

Six quietly shakes his head. "He enjoys it."

"Yeah, because I like seeing the look on her face. And I know what my words do to her. She's turned on." Lloyd accuses. 

Elle widens her eyes. "No! Fuck, no. We shouldn't even be talking about this here."

He cocks his head to the side and his smirk turns into a smile. "No one's here but us, Elle. The room's soundproof as well. Probably. If not, I'll just pay for their silence." Lloyd says, way too casually and  easy. 

She frowns. "Seriously? No, come on. You can't just keep bribing people here, Lloyd. I only let you do that earlier because you didn't exactly buy anyone. There was this room available and you waved that black color card of yours to the manager. If you keep buying people, proving even more that the corruption here is very much real, then what's the point of me? I wanted to fix all the corruption by joining the CIA."

His face turns stern. "I know. But you can't…fix everything. There's too much corruption here. I told you day one, that you can't be a hero. It's impossible to do that in a city like this." he says in a not-so harsh tone.

Six sighs, not knowing what to say. He knows Lloyd is right. He's seen the corruption in this city, first-hand. But he also understands her urge to save this city from all the corruption. She thinks she owes it to herself. He could see why she wants to be the hero of it all even if no one will know she's the one who did it because all the credit will go to Denny and the CIA. He knew from the start that she's a good person, despite knowing her actions back then. He saw it in her eyes the first time he saw her, in that bar. 

She's compassionate. Sympathetic. Gracious. She'll help anyone who needs help, no matter who they are. She wants to save a city who can't even be saved. She's ambitious. A little too much, sometimes. 

Six leans closer to her chair and her before tucking her hair under her ear. "Hey, guys, let's just…not talk about work for this one time, yeah? We can talk about all this later. And, no, I'm not on anyone's side. Leave it." 

She huffs, turning to him. Her lips form into a thin line and a small smile. "Fine. And, I didn't come here with you both to argue. Or even at home. I don't want to argue there either. I just…want you," she turns back to Lloyd and looks at him seriously. "To respect what I'm trying to do even if you think it's impossible or pointless. Because that's what partners do. They support and respect each other no matter fucking what and—"

Lloyd lifts his eyebrows in surprise. "Wait. You think we're…partners? I don't think I've ever had one before. In missions or in my personal life." he realizes.

She furrows her brows. "You've never had girlfriends before?" 

He shakes his head and laughs. "No. Fuck partners, sure. But they don't live with me or sleep in my bed. I don't like the clingy ones."

Her lips grow to a soft smile before placing her hand on top of his that's on the table. "Well, I think we're equal partners. We work together, live together and we sleep—well, we will sleep together. And at some point, in one bed too. You'll just have to get used to me, Hansen." Elle softens her tone before darting her eyes at their hands still touching and he hasn't moved it an inch yet. 

He is starting to get used to her already. He hates clingy and touchy women, but here he is anyway. He's letting her touch him however and whenever she wants. To be fair, he'd let her do anything to him and it won't make him angry or frustrated — it won't change a single thing of what he feels for her. He doesn't even know exactly what he feels for her. It's too complicated. Feelings are complicated, especially for him, who's never felt these kinds of feelings for anyone at all. 

"Wouldn't be a problem, sunshine." Lloyd quickly responds, a proud smile lingering on his lips. For her. 

***

After their lunch, she wanted to go on a walk around the mall. But, just the park. 

She loves seeing the people here. Children, elderly people, couples, who are all just enjoying their time here. 

She likes seeing what she'll never get. A husband. An off-spring. Getting old. She will never have all that. No matter how many spells or formulas she tried. She's solved it already long ago, and the answer is she's stuck with her condition forever with no other solutions. Maybe she could find a husband one day, but it's highly impossible to have one when most men here want a wife who could actually procreate.

She's accepted it, of course. If not, she wouldn't still be here and try to live her life as long as now. At least, she's not alone anymore. She has partners who know everything about her and haven't judged her for it. They'd do anything to protect her and keep her happy and safe. 

Lloyd has been seemingly sweet. He hasn't let her hand go ever since they left the restaurant. Maybe it's a way of protecting her, if something happens then he could easily shove her behind him with his hand. Or he's being possessive. He is a possessive man. No one touches what belongs to him. Except for Six, of course. He's the only exception. 

Maybe, he wants to show people that she's with him already. It seems to be already working, at least for him. The women no longer stare at him like a piece of meat or try to get close to him anymore, not like last time. It's better this way. He likes having her with him. Just like this. 

Six doesn't hold her hand, though. He just walks beside her and a little behind to check her surroundings, just in case. Anything could happen in a public place like this and he can't turn a blind eye just because this isn't a mission. Plus, he knows it's going to be quite a scene if they both hold her hands at the same time. She won't like how they'd stare at her and he knows that. He knows her. 

"Hey, do you want anything while we're still here? Another ice cream, perhaps?" Lloyd offers her, slowing down in his steps.

They stop at a spot next to a pond of fishes and a bunch of children playing around it. 

Elle turns to him while Six stand behind her. "No, I'm good. Do you need to go inside?" she asks him.

Lloyd nods, looking around him. "Yeah. I just need to get a few things. But I promise, I will be quick." he swears. He doesn't want to be here too long anyway.

When he says a few things, he means a lot of things. He needs to do a little shopping for himself and Six. They need new shirts and pants. For work and for home. Maybe some new kitchen appliances, too. For her, since he remembers that she loves cooking in her free time. But probably some clothes for her, as well. He knows she said she doesn't want to shop but technically, he's the one doing it, not her so it doesn't really count as her unhealthy addiction or whatever she's calling it. 

"Are you sure you don't want me to come with you? I could help you if you need some translating." she kindly offers.

"Oh, I'm not going to any local shops." he casually says before turning to her and planting a soft kiss on her forehead. "Okay, I will be right back. Six, take care of her and hold her hand." Lloyd tells him, glaring at him.

Six quietly chuckles before nodding. "Alright. Be quick." he simply says. 

"Of course. Don't go anywhere too far." Lloyd replies while turning around from them as he slowly walks towards the far direction of the door to the mall inside. 

As they both watch him disappear into the crowd, Six steps closer to her. She quickly turns to him and her lips stretch into the happiest smile he's ever seen on her. The afternoon sun glows on her hair and her big, brown eyes. She holds his hands between them while staring into his eyes. They stand between the crowd as they hear lots of people talking around them but they're focusing on each other.

So fucking beautiful. 

"Why didn't you hold my hand?" Elle softly asks. 

Six frowns. "I didn't want to cause a scene that you didn't want."

She shakes her head, "I don't really care about that anymore. I'm just happy to be here. With the both of you. Who knows when else we'll ever get a chance to relax like this? You know, between missions."

"Elle…about that. Yesterday, during the mission, I was cold to you. And I didn't mean it. I'm just not used to having a partner on a mission who I have to talk to and work together with. But I am glad that I do now. So, I'm sorry. I can't promise you that I won't always be like that but—" Six apologizes to her, gently.

She gulps, remembering yesterday. She was scared of him, seeing him like that. He didn't even look at her like he's usually looking at her. He always looks at her with his gaze softened and his face relaxed because he's glad to have met her and have her here. He's also always secretly admiring how she effortlessly looks so gorgeous all the time, without even trying. He enjoys watching her face, even her bare face. He's always quietly appreciating her even when she doesn't know it or isn't aware of it.

She cuts him off, resting her hands on his shoulders. "It's not your fault, Six. You were trained that way. You're not obligated to treat me like you always treat me during missions. It's okay…to do that when we're on a serious and critical mission. Don't get distracted if I get hurt, I'll always heal. I'd want you to focus as hard as you can to finish the mission. Our mission."

Six almost can't believe that she is accepting him for who he is, something no one has ever done in his entire life. Not even the closest people he was with. And she wants him to be unfazed if she gets injured during missions. That, he could do. But only if she wasn't really grievously injured. He can be uncaring while doing his job, but he could get compromised anytime once he sees her hurt. He can't even bear to see her hurt even if she could take it and she'd heal in a second. 

He lets out a sigh of relief before his lips slowly turn into a smile. A genuine, real smile that shows he's grateful for all this and for her. For understanding him, like no one ever has. He knows that she's an understanding person, always being sensitive towards anyone she cares about. Sometimes, he feels like he doesn't deserve her and her compassion and her unconditional kindness to him. Because after all the shit he's done in his life. 

Six closes the gap between them and his palm brushes her cheek. She leans into his touch, closing her eyes for a split second and trying to ignore all the noise around them along with the people staring at them. She just tries to focus on him instead, staring into his eyes like nothing else matters anymore. Like they're the only two people here and the rest doesn't matter. 

His eyes drop to her lips and then back to her eyes, studying all her features again until he memorizes it in his head over and over. "Partners, right?" Six murmurs softly. 

She nods her head happily and smiles wider than ever. Her dimples, her teeth are all showing as he takes in all her beauty. "Yeah, partners." she whispers back, very obviously staring down at his lips as she bites her lower lip to hold back her desire to kiss him right here and right now. 

She can't.

He smiles again and chuckles. "I like seeing you nervous like this." he teases before leaning closer onto her, his lips an inch from hers but she immediately turns her face away. 

She lets out a soft laugh, shaking her head. "I'm sorry, but we can't. Not here. Not now."

Six nods, agreeing with her. "Alright," he whispers and before she could even protest, he gently grabs her arm to pull her closer to him. He presses his lips against her temple as she laughs again. He loves hearing her laugh. It's such a genuine and happy sound. It's so real. She's the most real thing that he has in his life. 

She looks up at him. "Let's just…walk around until Lloyd comes back. I'd like to go home after this." Elle tells him.

He hums in response, his eyes staring down her face softly as he watches her face slowly light up and a smile touches her lips again. He leans into her ears and whispers, "Me too, Elle." 

At least one of their problems is solved. 

***

Lloyd walks out of the mall with dozens of shopping bags in his hands and a bad mood. 

He'd been buying a bunch of stuff for almost an hour now and he hates that it took so long. He didn't mean to leave both of them for this long. He knows waiting sucks.

Elle had texted him a few minutes ago that she wanted to go home after he came back. He guessed that she was starting to get bored in this boring mall.

It is boring for him. But then again, every single thing bores him way too easily. Maybe, except for her.

He's going to spend the next few months living in one place and sleeping with only one woman. He's never done that before. He hated the concept of it alone. Yet, he still finds himself wanting to try it. With her. And him. Though, they're not all in a relationship together, they kinda are. Six is his only real friend that he's ever had and they're…in a friendship. They both work together as well. They're sharing her, too. So it's sort-of a relationship in some way. 

Lloyd's eyes searched for her through the crowd of people out in the lobby of the mall, where she told him they were. But he doesn't see them, at all. 

These people are all standing outside here to wait for their cars or other vehicles. It is a flood of people. He can't see shit through any of them. Especially when most of them have all their eyes on him. 

He sighs, taking his phone out of his pocket and clicking on her name in his call history of many other calls with her before. He calls her a lot. She's the only name in his call history. To be fair, she's the only number in his contact (and Denny and Six) — he bought himself and Six a new phone once they found out they'd be staying here for long. 

Before the call even connects, he feels a tap on his shoulder from behind and he already knows who it is. 

Elle and Six are standing behind him, with his hand holding onto hers, just like what Lloyd told him to earlier. She has a happy smile on her lips and he's guessing that they've resolved their issues from yesterday's mission. Six doesn't look as stoic as usual. He's trying to hide the smile on his lips. But from the look of his face, he is relaxed and Lloyd has never seen him like this before. 

"Hi, sorry, we were wandering around the park too much." She apologizes sweetly, an innocent smile still lingering on her lips. 

Lloyd's lips quirk into a small smile at her. "I got something for you. I want you to see it later, at home." he tells her.

She blinks at him curiously as they both watch her smile widen. She tilts her head to the side and frowns. "What is it? Tell me!" she urges. 

He shakes his head, letting out a hearty laugh at her reaction. He sure loves getting a reaction out of her. He enjoys it. "No, no. Wait till we get home." Lloyd insists.

She rolls her eyes. "What's with the suspense, anyway?" she asks.

His eyes stare at her intently. "It's something special. I don't want to show it here or in the car." 

Six frowns. "What is it, Lloyd?" he asks too, growing curious. 

Lloyd shakes his head at their curiosity. "I'm not telling until we get home." He still doesn't want to tell them, yet. 

"Is it clothes? Or, some kind-of sexy lingerie for me to wear? I am not wearing it if you're the one buying it." Elle tries to guess, her index finger pointing at him.

Lloyd rolls his eyes playfully. "No, it's not. But, I did buy you some clothes. Appropriate ones, of course. You'll need them for missions later on." he informs her.

Her face lights up and her lips stretch into a smile again. "Aw, that's sweet. And thoughtful. Thank you, Lloyd. But still, what is the gift?" 

"Still not answering. And, our car's here. Let's go." Lloyd tells them, looking back at their car.

Six lunges forward and grabs half of the shopping bags from his hands, wordlessly. 

Elle walks beside Lloyd and holds his free hand while they all approach the car waiting for them.

***

Stepping into the penthouse, Lloyd immediately drops all the shopping bags onto the floor. He lies down on the couch and closes his eyes for a minute. 

He's tired. Turns out, shopping in a crowded mall is even more tiring than all the missions he's been on. 

Well, it might be a bit of an exaggeration. He has been through worse missions that lasted for days and days.

Six and Elle exchange confused looks before she slowly walks to him as she takes off her shoes. 

She sits in the empty space on the couch, right next to him. She leans down and brushes his hair from his face. She presses a soft kiss on his temple. 

"If you're tired, take a nap. I'm gonna go for an afternoon swim. I think I need a little exercise." she gently says while her fingers stroke his face. 

He opens his eyes, resting his hand above his head. "I'm not tired. But, I do have to give you the gift you've been waiting for." Lloyd murmurs, faintly.

She chuckles. "You know, you didn't have to. I don't need expensive gifts from you. I don't need anything, really." 

"Well, I like…giving. You know that." 

Six walks to them with one of the shopping bags in his hand and it's the smallest one from all the other ones. He knew which one it was from the brand name on the bag. It's a jewelry shop. He hasn't opened it yet. 

He hands it to her and sits in front of her. This couch fits all three of them even if it's a little bit of a stretch and Lloyd has to scoot over for them. 

Her eyes examine the bag before a smile touches her lips. She looks at Lloyd with admiration in her eyes. She's never given him this look before. He's seen her angry look, her frustrated look, her irritated look, her turned-on look but never this look. This is rare. 

"Open it." Lloyd softly demands.

She nods, getting her hand inside the bag before taking a tiny box out. It's a white velvet box and she opens it, revealing a gold necklace with an oval locket and a small, white gemstone pendant in the middle of it. It's not that big, it's just perfect for the size of her neck. It's easier to hide inside her shirt too so she won't get robbed or something — it happens in this city more often than anyone thinks.

Elle glances at him and smiles, letting out a soft laugh. "A locket? It's beautiful, but why a locket?" she asks him.

Lloyd's lips slowly form into a smile. "To put a location tracker inside it. So if in any circumstances where you're kidnapped or tortured, I could know exactly where you are. I'm not trying to control you, it's just for your safety. I can't always know where you are and it kills me to know if you're in danger and I can't fucking save you. We just want to see you safe, that's all." 

Six quietly chuckles. It's a nice gesture and it's the perfect way to keep her safe, in which he wants more than anything too. He just won't ever say it out loud. To not complicate things with her. There are some things about him that are just better to be unsaid. She doesn't need to know all the gory details. She doesn't need to know everything. She wouldn't be able to take it.

She frowns. "Well, that is sweet of you. So, thank you. And…" she leans closer onto his face, "I don't really need you to save me. I can save myself. You both know that already. I'll just blow their heads off." she casually says before darting her eyes to Six. 

Six smiles warmly at her. Lloyd lets out a proud laugh as he smirks at her. 

"Good girl. You remembered what I taught you." he says in a smug tone, that smirk of his still lingering. 

"Put it on for me," Elle softly murmurs, slowly retreating from him.

Lloyd nods before sitting up from his position and moving to settle behind her. She carefully takes the necklace out from the box, her eyes still admiring the details of it. She hands it to him from behind with caution. 

She doesn't recall when's the last time anyone has ever given her a sweet gift like this. Even though it is for the sake of the mission. It's their mission to keep her safe, technically. But she knows it's not just about that. She can feel that they want her safe because of their own sakes too. Without even having to read their mind or feel their emotions. 

He takes the necklace into his hands as she brushes her long hair to her side. Lloyd unclasps the necklace latch before placing it on her neck and interlocking the clasp with his calloused fingers. 

She breathes out softly, reaching her hand to the necklace on her neck and feeling it against her chest. "I like it. It feels nice. Don't think I've ever worn a necklace gifted by someone. It feels special. Precious." 

She is precious to them.

Six's eyes observe the necklace on her neck and an easy smile tugs on his lips. "It is. Almost like someone I know." he comments.

She gasps. "Are you saying that I'm an object just like this necklace?" she jokingly accuses. 

Lloyd lets out a genuine, loud laugh. Six laughs, as well, just quieter than his. She follows their laughter. Their happiness echoes through the whole penthouse. This place wasn't supposed to be their home, but now it is. They're the ones making it feel like home.

Six pulls her by her hands to get closer to him and she giggles, before pressing her lips against his in a soft kiss.

"You've kissed her too much today. It's my turn." Lloyd complains from behind.

Elle laughs again, rolling her eyes playfully. "Guess he wants his turn now," she whispers against Six's lips before they both break the kiss together. 

She turns around to Lloyd and rests her hand on his chest. "You know, for the record, we didn't kiss back at the mall. I didn't want to cause a scene." 

"You could've sneaked into the bathroom," he suggests.

"We're not like that." she quickly replies.

"What, risky? Didn't he finger you back at that bar in the bathroom?" Lloyd taunts her, as usual.

She widens her eyes and hits his shoulder as softly as possible. "Lloyd! Oh, please. That was a different time. I was…a little drunk and way too loosened up. I wanted to forget about my guilt."

Lloyd gives her a short and understanding nod. "Got it. Speaking of, how do you sleep every night? I mean, do you take any sleeping pills?" he asks, out of the blue.

She shakes her head. "No. I never have. They don't really sell a lot of good sleeping pills here. Most are imported and really hard to find."

"Hm. So, how much would you have to take for it to work for you? 10 pills? 20?" he asks.

"Around five or seven is fine to not overdo it. I wouldn't want to sleep for days. But, why are you asking?" she asks him back.

"I have a prescription. It's just for relaxing your nerves, though. But it could help you. It could really help you relax." Lloyd tells her in a genuine and soft tone that he's only using at this moment because he cares. 

She sighs, drifting her eyes away for a split second before looking back at him. "I'll… think about it." she pauses, "Anyhow, I'm not gonna swim because I have some other things in mind for this afternoon."

Lloyd lifts his eyebrows in surprise. "Really? Like what?" he asks, his lips curve into a smirk. Again.

She turns to Six and glances at both of them before smiling widely. "I'm gonna cook a nice meal. For all of us. We've never really used that dining table. And it's been such a long time since I've sat down with someone and had dinner with them."

Lloyd and Six never even had that with someone. A nice and normal dinner with people they care about. Almost like a family. 

"I'd love that." Six agree.

Lloyd doesn't say anything, instead he just grabs her face and kisses her as passionately as possible. She kisses him slowly but he intensifies the kiss even deeper and tries to devour every inch of her mouth. She moans softly against his mouth while Six quietly watches them. 

She whimpers, bracing her hands against his chest. "Need to get supplies. Or I'm never making this dinner." she says against his lips.

Lloyd groans, cupping her cheeks before having to pull himself from her lips. He frowns at her. "What am I gonna do now?" 

Elle giggles. "I don't know, take a cold shower? You had a long day and it was so hot outside." she suggests, plainly and innocently.

He nods. "Right. A cold shower. Good idea." he says, looking at the man beside her. "Six, go take her grocery shopping downstairs. She can't go alone." Lloyd sternly orders.

She groans, rolling her eyes. "Are you fucking kidding me—"

Six cuts her off with a soft laugh. "He's right. Anything could happen. We're just trying to protect you." he gently says.

She looks at him with a smile. "Okay, okay. Fine. Let's go, then." she declares, standing up with him.

***

The smell of the food she's cooking spreads through the whole kitchen and living room. It already smells delicious. It smells like herbs, lemon, cheese and flour. 

Lloyd and Six prepare the dining table that was empty before. It's located right behind the TV in the living room. It's a long, brown table with lots of white chairs. The view of the whole city is right beside it. 

They never even touched this table before.

She focuses on making the food as perfect as possible. Because she's a perfectionist. She always needs to make sure everything she does is perfect and neat and controlled.

She's cooking homemade carbonara pasta from scratch — the one and only big dish that she won't fail. She does enjoy cooking but she usually cooks for herself and with simple meals only. And here in the penthouse, they've only ever gotten take-outs and more take-outs. She cooks breakfast for them sometimes but not that often.

This is different. What they have. It's more than just partners between teammates. Or just an itch to scratch at the end of the day after a tense mission. It's exclusive. Rare. Special. With Lloyd and Six, they would never in a million years do this with anyone else. Especially someone who's associated with the mission. Their mission. It gets rather complicated and messy. But it's a risk they're willing to take, for her. 

From a distance, she could hear them bicker and slightly argue about which tablecloth to use. She bought a lot of choices for it. Lloyd keeps on saying that he knows the best design that goes with the color of the table. And Six is avoiding any argument with him but he's still trying to explain that whichever works for any table. Because it's just a goddamn table. 

She shakes her head at that, smiling to herself before lowering the heat on the stove to make sure she could leave it for just a second. 

She walks to the corner of the kitchen and peaks her head to look at them through the extra long space between the kitchen and the living room until the dining table. She leans herself onto the window and crosses her arms against her chest. Her eyes examine both men who are trying to pick which tablecloth to use while also placing them on the table. They both are showered and neat already, wearing the most comfortable clothes she's ever seen on them. They're getting… cozy.

"It doesn't matter which tablecloth you guys end up using. But once you're done choosing, can you set up the cutlery, please?" Elle requests. 

Lloyd and Six immediately turned to her, dropping whatever tablecloth they were holding onto. Their focus fixates on her and suddenly they forgot what they were even talking about a second ago. She's wearing a shorter dress than earlier, a red and white flowy dress that has little flowers imprinted on it. It's a dress that Lloyd just bought for her earlier. That gold necklace is still clinging onto her neck and she hasn't taken it off at all. She even showered with it. It's like a new body part of hers, attaching itself on her skin. She's going to wear it all the time and never take it off now. 

"Six doesn't get it, the design is—" Lloyd begins.

He cuts him off. "We're never going to finish setting the table if we keep arguing about the same thing." Six flatly says. 

Lloyd finally nods, "Fine. Wait, which cutlery do you want us to use?" he asks her.

She rolls her eyes, throwing her head back. "Oh my god. Lloyd! Just pick whatever. Jeez." She laughs softly, "You know, it doesn't matter to me at all, which design or color you use or what table we even use. Because it's the people and the food that make it an actual dinner. It's what makes a home, a home." She makes a good point.

He tilts his head to the side, shocked with her speech. She is right. She always is. No matter how many times he'd argue with her, she'll always win the argument. Because she actually makes a valid point and it's agreeable. Even to him. He's never lost an argument or a debate with anyone, but yet with her, he'd let her win even if she wasn't right. 

"Silverware it is." Lloyd declares and Six snorts, shaking his head. 

"You are right. This place…it already feels like home. But it's only because of you, you know." Six agrees with her, as usual. In his eyes, she'll always be right. 

Elle looks at him from afar and manages to stare into his eyes, before her lips turn into a cheery smile. Her smile is the best thing they've ever seen. Too cute. Too bright.

"Yeah, I know I'm right. Now, go back to setting the table. Dinner's almost ready and we'll need a table." she demands in a bossy tone. But still cute. 

The men both nod in sync before taking a moment to stare at her for a while. Now, she's smiling at both of them, being grateful for this very rare moment she gets to share with them. She's practically glowing even though it's already dark outside. She brightens up the whole room, the whole penthouse. Just with her presence.

"Yes, ma'am. We're on it." Lloyd tells her.

"We'll get it done." Six adds before grabbing the tablecloth from the table and tossing it to him. 

She gives them a short nod, knowing that they'll do it right on time. They'll always do right by her, no matter what.

***

Dinner has been finally served and they're all sat at the dining table altogether. 

Elle is sitting at the head of the table with Lloyd and Six on each side of her. 

They slowly consume the food as she casually eats it, knowing exactly how it tastes already and it's perfect. Six quietly enjoy the food, admiring how good of a cook she actually is. Lloyd, all of a sudden, softly moans, enjoying the food way too much. 

"How'd you get it so fucking creamy?" he asks her, slowly. 

She looks at him and laughs, her cheeks blushing. "It's an authentic carbonara pasta. I didn't use any cream. But yes, it is creamy, anyhow. It's perfect, right? I mean, I didn't overdo it or anything, right?" Elle asks them, almost anxiously. They both sensed her tone.

It's so like her to worry about little things. She worries that she can't do one simple thing and fail at it. She doubts herself a lot, most of the time. She always worries about failure. Of being a failure. Even when she's not. She does everything perfectly all the time. 

Six glances at her and frowns. "What are you talking about? The food is amazing. You did it right." He praises her, softly.

Lloyd nods, still munching the food while chewing with his mouth closed. "Yeah. And even if the food wasn't good, we'll still appreciate it. No one has ever cooked for us like this." he casually says.

Her eyes darted to them and slowly smiled at their words. Those are the most honest and sweetest things anyone has ever said to her. The truth has always been painful for her to hear, but this time, only this time, it isn't. She's finally met someone who accepts her dark parts and embraces it and is still with her until now. From the start, they knew what she was capable of, what she had done in that lab. Yet, they didn't treat her like an actual weapon, for once. 

She deserves them. She only wants them. They're the only ones that she'll ever feel secure and protected with. She has always

had to protect herself and the people around her. But not anymore now. She has them. 

She nods, spreading her hand out to each of their hands and holding them tightly. Lloyd's hand squeezes her and gives her a short, assuring smile. His smile is usually not so comforting given how he always uses it to threaten people, but this time, it's almost comforting for her. To know that his smile is real and it's only for her. The only genuine smile he's ever given anyone in his whole life. She's the reason he can finally give an actual smile. That means a lot. Everything.

Six's fingers caressed her hand, gazing into her eyes deeply. He is enjoying every single second of this moment. The peace, the atmosphere, the place and them. The only two people whom he trusts in this entire world. He doesn't trust anyone. Trust could get him compromised. This is the only exception, though. He doesn't just trust them, he lets them in and leans on them. Something he has never done before for years working as an assassin. 

"I am so glad that the CIA assigned you both. And that you," She tilts her head to Lloyd and looks at him, "Had decided to go to that bar. That I went to. If only, you guys didn't meet me at that bar then…"

"Something worse could've happened. We would probably have to track you and drag you or maybe even kidnap you, then force you to work with us. Wouldn't have gone well." Lloyd assumes. 

Elle breaks into a laugh, shaking her head as she smiles so widely. "No, you wouldn't even have the chance to drag me. I'd rip your pretty head off with my bare hands. And maybe, with Six, I'd just rip his heart out. Less painful. And he gets to keep his pretty face." 

He frowns, offended. "Hey! Why do you always choose him! It's not fair. You know, technically, I set my eyes on you first. You bumped into me in that bar. And then we had a little intense staring moment before Six interfered because he thought I was groping a girl."

Six laughs softly, not being so quiet anymore. He's never laughed this loose before. "Well, I heard some gruesome stories about you before that. That you were a sociopath."

Lloyd gives him a nod of agreement, very casually. "True. But, I'm not a rapist or some sexual offender. No, those are for low class sociopaths. And ugly ones. They can't get girls so they force them. Fucking pathetic. I enjoy killing rapists, I'll admit. It feels a little good to get rid of one less horrible human being in the world." 

Her eyes look at him curiously. "I want to do that too, you know. Do something a little bad to do some good. Well, it's not that good, murder is still wrong. But…I have to stop living in a fucking bubble and start snapping back to reality. I'm associated with the CIA now and I wanted it. So, Lloyd, what you did for me was still wrong but I get it now. I see it in your eyes. It was purely for my protection. You were scared when I showed up all bloody, last week. So you did what I would've done if someone had hurted the ones I care about." Elle admits.

He gives her a relieved smile as his hand brushes her cheek. "I told you. I do care. For you." Lloyd repeats.

She nods, her lips tug into a smile for him before glancing at Six. She already knows that he'd do the same for her. He cares about her equally as Lloyd. She's not just a mission for them. She's so much more than that. She's the most precious thing that's ever happened in both of their lives. She's the only light in their darkness. Their only hope. 

"Right. Well, let's finish the food before it gets cold. We're gonna watch a movie after this. With popcorn, of course." She announces with the biggest smile on her lips. She loves movies a lot.

Six and Lloyd chuckle in sync. Movies are her thing. They just follow along. Whatever she wants. She's happy, they're happy. It's almost simple. 

"Again? We did that last night!" Lloyd complains, "No, I mean, I'm not complaining. It's a good thing. It could be our thing." he adds.

She opens her mouth and smiles. "Yes! Movie night! It's going to be our thing. That's nice. I've never…yeah." 

She's never had a family to do everything with. Watching movies, setting the table, cooking together, walking outside, and having a nice and peaceful dinner together. She's always done all that alone. She never got close enough with her previous boyfriends. It was mostly for the sex and the company. But it was never anything intimate or affectionate. She's avoided that. She never felt right with anyone she's ever dated. She never leaned on them for comfort. 

Until now, that is. She trusts them with her life. She'd also do anything to protect them. She'd walk through fire for them — which she could do and still be fine afterwards. They'd do anything for each other. Even if it's dangerous. 

Lloyd grabs her hand and kisses it softly. "I've never had that either. Six, too."

Six nods, agreeing with him. "Yeah. But we have that now. Right?" he murmurs.

Elle's eyes stare at both of their eyes before bursting into a soft laugh, nodding her head. She's never been this content in her whole fucking life. She even thought that she didn't deserve any of it. A family, happiness, simple little things in life and a normal life. This isn't exactly a normal life but it's somewhat normal. It's the most normal they'll have.

"We do. It's ours now. Our thing." she says in a gentle and soothing voice. Her smile is quite literally brightening up the dining table under the warm light of the chandelier. 

***

She did not expect for her night to go like this. 

Laid down on her own bed, bare naked covered in her blanket, between Lloyd and Six. Her pajamas were thrown aside somewhere in her nightstand. She's blinded with her pleasure, not sure which men to focus on and her moans are uncontrollable, filling the whole penthouse with her pretty little sounds. 

Lloyd is in front of her, stealing her breath from her lungs as he's been kissing her for as long as he has been here. His hand plays with her tits, pinching her nipples and he just keeps deepening the kiss every single second, biting her bottom lip as harshly as possible. It kept bleeding and then healed again. His other free hand is inside her cunt, just being kept there while he does slow strokes to tease her.

Six is behind her, his cock already inside her hole while his hand is wrapped around her waist. Her back is leaned against his chest. He's being very gentle with her. He's barely moved. It's their first time. He doesn't want her to get overwhelmed. Even though she could take it. Because she can. She is doing it right now. It doesn't hurt for her, a single bit. They didn't even have lube. 

But, she was wet enough when they both went inside her bedroom earlier and kissed her, taking turns. She was about to fall asleep and they came in. It was perfect, though. It surprised her and she loves surprises. 

"Are you okay?" he asks her, whispering inside her ear after tucking her hair under it. 

She pulls away from Lloyd for an inch and nods vaguely. 

Six pulls her closer to his chest. "Words, baby. I need words. Tell me you're okay,"

"More than okay. I feel good." Elle answers in a breath.

He smiles softly in the dark. "That's good." 

Lloyd looks behind her at him. "Move, Six. She wants you to move. You've been inside her ass for almost half an hour now." he grumbles.

"I want to take things slow." Six tells him.

She looks at him and tries to giggle softly. "You sound jealous." she accuses. 

His gaze darkens, glaring down at her. "I'm not jealous, sweetheart. I'm very fucking hard." Lloyd grumbles against her mouth, pressing himself on her bare core and she bites down a moan.

Her cheeks heat up and then she smirks. "Oh? Well, why didn't you say so? I can help you," she whispers as her hand goes under the blanket and reaches his boxers, palming his erection through it. 

Lloyd groans loudly, covering her whole mouth and biting down her lips again. She quickly takes his boxers off in a haste with both of her hands. His dick springs out and even though she can't see anything, she could feel his size and his girth as her fingers brush around it. He's really fucking huge and thick and she already knows it'll be a stretch when he's inside her. She fists his cock and starts stroking him at a slow pace. 

"He said to take things slow. So we are. We need to." she sternly tells him.

Lloyd rolls his eyes in annoyance and in pleasure as her little magic fingers grip his cock even tighter and he likes the pain of it. He can't even talk back anymore. Not right now. Not at this moment. No one, not even a woman has made him shut his mouth like this. He's usually in control in bed. 

Six's lips slowly form into a smirk. He doesn't smirk very often. And usually not in this situation. He's proud of her. Of her ability to shut Lloyd's mouth for once. Turns out it only takes a really damn good hand job. From her hands.

"Have you ever fantasized about this moment?" she asks him, aiming to tease him even more when he already looks like he's about to explode. His face is so red. His heart is beating so fast and loud.

"Well—N–never imagined it like this, so no. I've always thought of you." Lloyd stammers as she begins to quicken her pace.

"Hm. So you've fantasized about me? Like how?" she asks again.

He manages to look into her eyes. "Your strength. How I could fuck you anyhow I want. And your little pain kink. You love pain as much as I do. You take pleasure in it." he admits bluntly. 

"True. I do love it. But, I've never tried it with anyone else before. You guys are my first." Elle confesses. 

"Good. That's how it's supposed to be." Lloyd states, "Speaking of firsts, has anyone ever fucked your ass before Six?" he asks, curiously.

She shakes her head. "Nope. He's my first." she truthfully answers.

Six lets out a chuckle at seeing Lloyd groan and roll his eyes in disappointment. He never would've let him fuck her ass at the first place if he knew that she's never done that before with anyone. Well, he might not be her first at that, but he is the first to give her what she actually wants and carves. Rough. Pain. Blood. It's all pure pleasure for her. 

She smiles before pressing her lips against his again and her hand strokes him even faster now. He moans loudly against her mouth, arching his back and pushing his cock closer to her hand even though it is in her hand already. He wonders how the fuck can her hands feel so damn good. He's never had a hand job like this. Her stroke game is on point. It's because of her strength and he knows that. She's never used her strength like this in bed with anyone before.

Six buries his head on her neck. "I'm gonna move now. Is that okay?" he asks her, murmuring against her skin, really softly that even Lloyd can't discern what he's saying. But she could hear him.

She nods. "Yes, please." Her voice almost sounds like she's begging. She is, she's been wanting him to move even though she still wants to take things slow. But keeping his dick inside of her for a while is starting to feel like torture. His size is just as big as Lloyd's. A little thicker than him, though. She can't see any of theirs, but she can feel every single thing. 

Six hums in response, attaching his lips onto her neck and kissing her skin, leaving wet trails all around before slowly thrusting his hips and she lets out a soft gasp at that. She could feel his dick inside her, moving slow and gentle, her walls clenching around his length as a moan escaped both of their lips. She fits so perfectly on him. Their skin is stuck like glue. They both sync so well together. It's why they instantly clicked and connected the moment they met. It's meant to be. 

They're meant to be. All of them. They compliment and complete each other in different ways. It's very complex and tangled and no one else would be able to fathom what they have. 

But it's theirs. And it's only special to them. 

[hinatastinygiant]

16 | Śmierć

Pairing: Uzui x Fem!Reader

The Emptiness You Left

"Are you sure Uzui said this is alright?" Rengoku asks you while you take a sip from your water.

"What? That we spar?" you ask, though you already know the answer. "He never said we couldn't not do this."

"Okay..." Rengoku says a bit suspiciously. "Alright then, let's keep going."

"I'm ready," you grin, taking a step backward.

"Good," he nods. "Remember the techniques Uzui taught you and you'll be fine."

"I will," you promise him.

As the two of you face each other, you focus on your breathing, allowing your body to relax. With a swift movement, Rengoku sends his sword towards you. You easily block his attack and counter.

"Nice one," he grins, and then he attacks again.

As the two of you engage in the sparring, you're surprised to find that you're able to block a good amount of his strikes.

Not too long later, Suma appears and starts watching the two of you. You smile to yourself as she cheers you on and yells out her encouragement.

"You can do it, Y/N! You've got this!" she shouts, her face reddening.

"Thanks," you shout back, and as you do, Rengoku takes the opportunity to knock your feet out from under you.

"Shit," you curse as your back hits the ground hard, knocking the wind out of you.

"Ouch," Suma cringes, wincing sympathetically.

"Don't worry, I'm alright," you assure her. "That was a cheap shot, Kyojuro."

Suma suddenly tenses up, but you don't notice as Rengoku puts his hands on his hips and laughs heartily. "I'm just giving you a taste of what it'll be like if you face a demon."

"Right," you roll your eyes as he holds his hand out to you and helps you to your feet.

"Honestly, I'm surprised by how fast you picked all of this up," he admits to you.

"Well, that's because Y/N never stops," Suma chimes in as she crosses her arms in front of her chest. "I don't think she's slept at all in the past three weeks."

"Really?" Rengoku asks, looking at you worriedly.

"Yeah, well, I want to get strong quick to save my little brother," you tell them both.

Rengoku doesn't look surprised, but still asks, "Is your brother in that cult still?"

You simply nod. Words fail you as your throat constricts.

"But Uzui won't let her do anything," Suma then states, shaking her head. "Because you're not a demon slayer, Y/N."

Rengoku's expression then changes to that of concern. "But you're not one to just give up. What's your plan?"

"I don't have one this time," you shrug.

Rengoku sighs, his eyes looking between you and Suma. "Do the others know how you feel?"

"Uzui does," you scoff. "And he said he's deciding whether or not I'll be good enough to go... Which is why I need to keep practicing."

"It looks like you need sleep instead, though," Rengoku tells you. You shrug as he takes a step closer to you and looks into your red eyes.

"Um," Suma gulps, taking a step backward. "I'll see you guys later... Bye."

Rengoku watches as Suma leaves and, once she's out of earshot, he turns back to face you. "I could help you, you know."

"Sleep? Kyojuro that's-"

"No," he grumbles. "No, Y/N, I meant I can take you there. To the cult house. I'll help you get your brother back."

"What?!"

"Shhhh," he shushes you, glancing around nervously. "If Uzui finds out I'm helping you, he'll have my head."

"You can't take me," you explain to him. "I'm not strong yet. I need to wait for Master Uzui to say I'm ready."

"Maybe Uzui is just being too overprotective," Rengoku says in a softer tone as he reaches out and places his hand in yours. Your eyes widen. You can feel the warmth of his hand in yours and you're not quite sure how to feel about it.

"What are you saying?" you whisper.

"I'm saying I'm willing to take a risk. But it's not a risk for me, and I know that, but if you're going to get stronger then you need to go out there and face some real demons," he explains to you. "I'll take you. We can train whenever you want."

You think about it for a minute and realize that he's right. Trial by fire is how you spent most of your life, so maybe this will work out better for you, too.

"Okay, Kyojuro," you smile softly at him.

"Great," he grins, leaning in closer. You can feel the warmth of his body against yours and your heart starts pounding in your chest. This can't be a dream, can it? You watch as Rengoku's eyes trail down to your lips and-

"Y/N!" Makio's voice calls out brashly, causing you and Rengoku to spring apart. You turn your head towards the direction of her voice. She's walking towards you with Suma not too far behind.

Rengoku clears his throat and turns to face him. "Guess it's time for you to head back, huh?" he chuckles awkwardly. "I'll see you later, Y/N."

"Yeah," you nod, turning to return the same glare that Makio and Suma send your way. "See you later."

"Come on, Y/N," Makio smiles fakely as she links her arm with you. "Time to go home!"

***

When you arrive home, Makio, Suma, and Hinatsuru don't seem to be acting like their usual selves. Suma sits quietly in the corner of the room and Hinatsuru is being unusually cold. Usually, she'll say something to you when you return, but today she doesn't even acknowledge you.

Makio doesn't seem to be acting normal either.

"So, Y/N," Makio says, placing a bowl of rice in front of you before sitting down to eat it. "What're you going to have for dinner tonight? You've been looking a little pale lately."

Your mouth falls open and Suma gasps. "I-I don't know," you stutter.

"She doesn't look pale, Makio," Suma whispers, not really wanting to be part of the conversation but still trying to stand up for you.

"Suma, don't," you insist. "I'm fine."

Just then, Uzui walks in and eyes you up and down. "You look like a mess. Where have you been?" he asks as he walks past you towards the refridgerator. You watch the way his way his muscles flex as he grabs himself a bottle of sake.

"I've been training," you tell him.

"Is that so?" he questions. "Well, it seems like you've been spending a lot of time with Suma and not enough time sleeping. Except... Suma's been in and out of the house without you all day. And, Hinatsuru and Makio are always here."

"I'm fine," you say again. "I haven't been doing anything different."

"Oh, really," Makio laughs. "I can smell that fire hashira all over you."

"What?" you ask, not understanding.

"You were sparring with Rengoku again," Hinatsuru says, spelling it out for you.

"So what? Lord Uzui said I could. I just need to practice with someone," you shrug.

"It's fine with me," Uzui shrugs as he walks towards the front door with the bottle of sake in his hand. "I'm going out for a bit. I'll see you later."

Makio groans as she stands up from her spot in the chair and follows Uzui out of the house.

"Well, I'm going back out to train," you sigh.

"No way, Y/N," Suma stands up, blocking your way.

"What is your problem tonight?" you say, looking between her and Hinatsuru. "Master Uzui has no problem sparring with Rengoku so why do you?"

"It's, uh," Suma stumbles.

"It's because Master Tengen has gone out of his way to train you and going off with some other hashira isn't respectful," Hinatsuru states plainly.

"What?" you say, shaking your head. "How can you say that? Rengoku is the one who's been helping me. If anything, I should be the one upset. All Master Uzui cares to do is teach me the techniques so he can say I'm failing on my own. I don't have time for that," you tell them, scrunching your eyebrows together. "I need to become stronger. So, if that means I have to spend some extra time with Kyojuro, then I will."

"Kyojuro," Suma mocks sarcastically.

"You have no idea, do you, Y/N? Lord Tengen is doing this because he cares about you," Hinatsuru says. "You can't expect him to let you go after a demon. He doesn't want anything to happen to you."

You sigh. What are you supposed to say after that?

The Emptiness You Left

[beantothemax]

Hey he.

Should mention that I am a disabled Yomiel truther‼️‼️ That man's legs are NOT the same after Temsik statue crushes them‼️‼️‼️‼️ it comes up briefly in the fic

For the first time in a while, things were going to be okay. Sissel had told him as much every single visit, but now it felt real. Now when he hugged her, he wore no uniform and they were beyond the prison walls. He was free.

There was no grand celebration of his freedom, no party or even a special dinner. Sissel cooked something cheap and they sat on the couch in silence for a good long while. Every visit had been full of words, so eager to say everything before their precious time was up. Now, they had what felt like all the time in the world.

"We should get married soon," Sissel murmured.

"Oh yeah?" Yomiel asked.

"Yeah. Just a small wedding with a few friends, nothing grand. I don't think either of us could handle a big party," she laughed.

He laughed too. Her smile was so pretty, her laugh so contagious it made him want to kiss her a thousand times over and marry her right then and there. That was what he missed most in prison, those tiny things that made Sissel out to be the most perfect woman in his eyes.

When they went to bed, Yomiel found he could not sleep. He held Sissel tight and she had fallen asleep quickly with a satisfied smile on her lips, so happy to be in his arms again, but he could not say the same.

No matter how hard he tried, the images of her grave kept returning. The words written on her final note playing over and over again in his head. Perhaps it was not Sissel that rested in his arms, but a foreign agent sent to pretend to be her in the real Sissel's absence. The idea that that cat's powers had truly erased everything and brought her back from the dead was too good to be true.

At that thought, he let go and hurried to the far corner of the bed, his gaze fixed on her sleeping figure as his breaths quickened.

She turned in her sleep, slurring each word spoken in her drowsy state, "Yomi? What're you doing?"

"Go back to sleep, I'm just getting some water," he whispered.

"K. I love you," she yawned.

He could not say the same.

When he stood, he all but stumbled to the he ground. That was the confirmation he needed that this was not some twisted fantasy Sith's men had created. It truly was another timeline where he could be hurt and Sissel lived. Those memories of Temsik park, of the statue that fell on him, were not false memories.

If it were not real, he would be able to walk unassisted. But he could not. He carefully stood once more, this time using his cane as he made his way to the bathroom.

He rummaged through the draws before sitting on the cold tiled floor, razor in hand. He hardly had doubts anymore, but they would return. When they did, this would be confirmation that he was freed from the Temsik meteor's curse.

Yomiel did not look at he pressed the blade to his arm and pulled. At first, nothing happened. He stared down at where he had cut with growing panic as it did not hurt or bleed. In a frenzy he cut one- two- three more lines!

Only at the fourth did it begin to sting. All at once, an ache came over his arm as red droplets began trickling from the slits. He hissed. He wanted to scream.

Why was he surprised that it hurt so much? He had felt worse pain before, a decade prior, and he had even gotten injured a handful of times in prison. Did he truly believe that he still had that meteor in his chest? That he could not be hurt? That it was not Sissel beside him, but a-

"Yomiel!" her voice cut through his thoughts.

There were no words to defend his actions. What good reason was there ever to hurt himself in such a way? To confirm his dear Sissel was really her? And admit he felt he could hardly trust his fiance?

Nothing seemed to make sense until she let go of him after holding him as tight as she could for gods know how long.

"I'm sorry," he breathed.

"It's okay, I'll put a bandage on this and we'll go back to bed, okay? We can talk about it in the morning, after you've slept," she whispered.

That sounded okay. He did not move as she so carefully put bandages on each cut. The pain was real and so were her gentle hands. It felt real when she helped him stand and held his hand while they walked back to bed together.

When they crawled back into bed and all Yomiel could do was mutter apologies until his voiced failed, Sissel said she forgave him. She pressed a kiss to his forehead before she fell asleep beside him. There was no doubt in his mind that she loved him.