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IMPURITIES EP. 2 | Kirisute Gomen

Male reader x Sakura x Male character

word count: 8.3k words

tags: anal, face fuck, spitroast, dp

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For now, the incident in New York had remained just an anecdote; it hadn't affected your relationship with the girls, either positively or negatively. It had simply happened. Much of it was due to the fact that you were still on tour, and there was no time for trivial matters like that. «The show must go on». That's what you'd told yourself to avoid thinking about it.

Because if you were honest with yourself, every time you remembered that night, you got the urge to make it happen again. But your professionalism was stronger, as was your common sense. It wasn't you who should make that decision; it was them. And if they pretended for the moment that it hadn't happened, you would play along until they wanted it.

A week had passed since then. New York was followed by Washington, DC, and from there, the next stop was Atlanta. Your arrival had been at night. A relief for your body, as you were able to go straight to your room and sleep peacefully, with half your worries already resolved since you'd gotten ahead on your work during the trip.

But in the morning, the problems started.

You didn't know if it was the Atlanta air or something, but that morning everyone seemed to be in a bad mood. Including the girls. You weren't a person who got angry easily, but by midday, you were already feeling at your limit. The venue staff were all idiots. All of them. Not one was spared. And if that weren't enough, there were countless problems at the sound check that tested you as a manager, both your patience and your aptitude.

It didn't end there. The hotel staff were also incompetent idiots, and they also caused you more than one damn unnecessary problem. The most incredible thing was the fact that they had made a mistake in the room reservation, and it turned out Kazuha's room belonged to someone else. It was a huge fucking mess. The person, understandably, was as pissed off as you were. But when you discovered it was actually the Ritz-Carlton's fault, they were forced to solve the problem for you as quickly as possible.

The next day, thank goodness, the problems were minimal. The venue staff had taken note of every technical detail you'd pointed out and resolved them. They were still rude jerks, but at least they did their jobs well. Everything went wonderfully during the concert: impeccable sound, impeccable stage, impeccable logistics, and impeccable performances.

"Good job, yeoreobun!" you said aloud as the backup dancers and the girls left the stage after the encore, handing out bottles of cold water from a small cooler.

Everyone accepted the bottles and headed backstage after removing their in-ear microphones and the heaviest parts of their outfits. You stayed behind for a moment, talking with the production technicians and the setup staff to get everything settled before leaving the area and going backstage with the girls.

There was still a good while until your departure, since you had to wait for the entire dismantling process to be completed and for the girls to change and eat their respective snacks for that evening, as you always did after each concert. You had gone off to discuss some pending matters with the staff, and when it was getting close to time to leave, you returned to the girls.

"Hey, it's time gi..." You noticed something was off as you entered. One, two, three, four... "Uhm... where the hell is Kura?"

They looked at each other, and the common expression was one of ignorance. Of course, knowing them, you couldn't trust them. They already had a history of covering for each other. But it's likely that wasn't the case, and that she was just in the bathroom or something.

"Get your things together. I'll go get her."

The venue was a little bigger than you'd have liked for a search. It was a facility designed for theater productions, so the backstage area had multiple dressing rooms of different sizes at different heights, with the ones on the second floor being the smallest. Downstairs, there was no one, not even in the bathrooms. You hoped that with so many people circulating, someone had seen her, but apparently Sakura had inherited ancient techniques from her ninja ancestors and had used them to vanish. It was too strange, and you were panicking a little. Not too much. Just a little.

Upstairs, things weren't much different. The person you were asking was the person who had never seen a 180cm Japanese girl, blonde, beautiful, and with a body to die for. And you no longer felt panic, but despair. Everything was empty. You only had one dressing room left, and you were already feeling like throwing in the towel and calling HYBE to get a scolding.

Desperate, you placed your hand on the doorknob and opened it. It was pitch black inside; the hallway light wasn't shining in due to the arrangement of the lamps. You squinted—purely out of instinct, not because it would make a difference—and felt along the right wall for a light switch. Nothing there, so you moved to the other one. This time you had better luck. When you flipped the switch, however, you instantly regretted it.

"Oh my fucking god," you sighed.

Sakura, who had previously been hiding very still in the darkness, was pressing her hands against the right wall, her plaid shirt on the floor and her baggy jeans halfway down. Adam, one of the backup dancers for the tour, was standing behind her with his hands on her tiny waist. The compromising position they were in automatically made your blood pressure rise.

"Adam, get lost," you ordered, pointing your thumb outward. "I know the idea wasn't yours."

Adam gave Sakura a nervous glance and let go of her to walk past you and out of the dressing room.

"Are you crazy or something?" you asked as passive-aggressively as you could, while Kura pulled up her pants and grabbed her shirt from the floor. "We're in a fucking public place. Have you lost your fucking mind?"

Kura snorted and rolled her eyes.

"It was just going to be a quickie!" Kura protested with a frown, walking toward you. "No need to make a big deal out of it."

You chuckled in disbelief.

"No?" You raised your eyebrows. "What do you think would have happened if someone other than me caught you? Like, I don't know, someone on the cleaning staff. Word will spread like a freshly lit fuse. Let alone if someone on the damn staff found out!"

"I know!" She snapped, palms down. "Have you ever thought about how I've felt this whole week? With so much fucking shit going on at once. I know my body! I know I need it because I'm a human being, and I need that kind of thing!"

"Kura, it's risky!" You unintentionally raised your voice a little. The stress was taking its toll on you.

"It's the only way!" Kura raised her voice back.

"And against the damn rules!"

Kura couldn't help but laugh as if you'd told a joke. You frowned in confusion as she raised her eyebrows at you.

"Against the rules? You can't be serious."

"I'm so damn serious, Sakura."

"I don't remember hearing you talking about rules last week, manager-nim," Kura took a step toward you, standing two feet away. "When you fucked Yunjin and Chaewonie. Or did you forget my room was next to yours?"

Shit. No, you hadn't forgotten. In fact, you'd been mulling over the matter all week. Anxious about the possibility that she'd heard absolutely everything. You closed your eyes and let out a heavy exhale.

"For God's sake, tell me Eunchae didn't hear anything," you said before opening your eyes again.

"She didn't; she went to her room early. But I did hear you," Kura took another small step closer to you. Now close enough to be able to see her eyes in detail. "Please forget your position and fuck me like I'm all yours," she mimicked Chaewon, with the same moans in between. Then she laughed.

Your cheeks grew hot.

"Sakura, that was a special case," you said, trying to pull your feet out of the mud. "They broke the rules first. They offered me to keep them out of trouble in exchange for..."

"Fucking them?" Kura finished the sentence for you. "You agreed. You could have easily said no, right?"

"Well..."

Kura placed a hand over your mouth and stared at you with those big, pretty eyes.

"You have no excuse," she said, then took her hand away from your mouth. "You deliberately decided to do it. It's your fault."

"Still, it doesn't make it right," you sighed. "I don't want what just happened to happen again, because next time it won't be someone as lenient as me who catches you."

Kura was silent for a moment, as if calculating her response.

"Well, I'm sorry to say, manager-nim, I might keep doing it," she said, and looked you up and down. "Unless, of course, you help me yourself."

For God's sake, not again.

"No fucking way," you shook your head and took a step back. "I won't fall for the same game twice."

Kura closed the distance again and grabbed you by the back of your neck.

"Would you rather be caught by someone I can't bribe?" she asked, tossing both strands of hair behind her shoulders and puffing out her chest so you could notice her beautiful tits beneath her white top. "Or would you rather be the one in charge of satisfying this tight little body?"

Your eyes dropped to her tits, beautiful beneath that tight top, and then to her toned abdomen, with two small moles next to her belly button. You were going fucking crazy.

"Kura..."

"Go ahead, touch."

Kura took your hand and placed it on her tummy. Still trying to resist the temptation, you didn't move your hand, just kept your fingers still as she had you rub her abdomen. Then she had you slowly raise your hand to place it on her right breast.

"Squeeze," Kura murmured.

"Sakura..." you repeated, wanting her to see reason. But from the convinced look in her eyes, you guessed it was too late.

"Squeeze, manager-nim," she insisted.

Against your own better judgment, you did so. But you didn't regret it. Her breast felt soft beneath your fingers, and with the first squeeze, you immediately gave it a second, slightly harder one. Kura's lips curved into a slight smile, and she lowered her own hand to the bulge in your pants to give it a gentle squeeze.

"Do you like it?" Kura asked, rubbing your cock up and down with the palm of her hand. "Well, if you want to have me all to yourself... you'll have to compete with Adam to see if you can fuck me better than him."

"You're in no position to set conditions, Miyawaki," you said, and released her breast. "I could just turn around, walk away, and pretend this didn't happen."

"You could, but you're not going to," Kura countered. "You don't want to. Besides, look how hard you are."

Kura removed her hand so you could see. Your bulge was prominent and hard, easy to notice since you were wearing sweatpants that day.

"Ah fuck," you groaned, annoyed. Sakura, isn't there a better way to solve this?"

"You want to nip this problem in the bud and prevent it from happening again, don't you?"

You pursed your lips, huffed, and stared up at the ceiling. For God's sake, what had you done to deserve such an insolent group of girls? It was as if they were competing to see who could test your patience the best and fastest.

"Your room or mine?"

Kura smiled.

"Mine. I'll tell the girls I'll be sleeping so no one comes near."

"You know Zuha's room is two rooms away, right?"

"That girl will be playing games or listening to music or something. She's the one you least need to worry about."

"Whatever. Let's get out of here. They're waiting for us."

You turned around, turned off the dressing room light, and left with Kura.

The excuse Kura had given the other girls—which you confirmed they indeed knew nothing about her escapade with Adam—was that she got lost in her search for a bathroom. You weren't sure how well the lie had gone down, but no one asked too many questions about it since the venue was large enough to be believable.

You arrived back at the hotel around 10 p.m.

"Girls, please make sure you get enough sleep," you said as you entered the lobby. "The flight to Dallas is early in the morning, and I don't want to see any bags under your eyes. The good thing is that in Dallas you'll have two days off."

The girls nodded without much protest, happy to sleep early since they were visibly exhausted. They went straight up to their rooms, while you stayed behind helping the staff unload things from the vans. From there, you went up as well and took a quick shower before heading to Kura's room.

Outside, right in front of her door, you took a moment to think carefully about what you were going to do. You had allowed yourself to get carried away with Yunjin and Chaewon because specific circumstances had arisen and it was practically impossible for you to refuse the seduction of those two vipers, but now you had time to think about it.

But as you did, you couldn't stop thinking about how good Kura's breast felt under your hand, and how firm and tight her tummy was.

Fuck it. You only live once. And you were already horny.

You knocked on the door twice.

"Come in!" Kura said after a few seconds.

You opened the door, and upon entering, your mouth immediately watered. On the couch directly across from the door and by the window, Kura was lying on her side, in nothing but a pretty cream-colored bra and panty lace set. Every corner of her body was insane: wide hips, tiny waist, beautiful legs, toned tummy, and even nicer tits.

"Hello, manager-nim," Kura said in a seductive tone, leaning on her elbow with her cheek resting on her hand. "Come here. Adam should arrive any moment."

Kura sat up and waited for you to sit next to her before straddling your lap, wrapping her arms around your neck, and crashing her lips against yours, not even giving you time to say or do anything.

As your lips became entangled in a fiery exchange of saliva that didn't cause you the slightest remorse, you left your hands on her small waist and gripped your fingers there. Kura ground her hips against you, rubbing herself against your growing bulge. Her right hand moved up to the nape of your neck and stroked the hair there, then slid both hands to your shoulders. Your cock hardened beneath her, and Kura placed a hand on your chest, lowering it and inserting it inside your sweatpants and boxers, firmly grasping your cock between her fingers to rub it.

"Hmm, you're already throbbing for me, manager-nim," Kura moaned against your lips. "I'm going to undress you. Can I undress you?"

"At this point, do whatever you want, Miyawaki," you replied.

Kura slipped her hand from inside your pants and used both hands to pull your hoodie over your head and off. She then climbed off your lap as you took off your shoes, and knelt on the floor between your knees to remove both your sweatpants and boxers. Her round eyes shone like two beautiful street lights in winter as she freed your cock.

"Oh wow," Kura gasped, and planted her mouth on the back of your cock to kiss and lick all the way to the tip. "You're bigger than you look, manager-nim."

"And you're sluttier," you countered.

Kura smiled, wrapped two fingers around the base of your cock, and swirled her tongue around the tip a few times while looking into your eyes.

"You're right about that," she said. "I may be small and nerdy, but I love a good cock in my mouth and in my pussy. Especially in my pussy."

With that, Kura took you into her mouth, moaning as she took the first few inches between her lips until she reached your midsection. Then she began pumping her head at a slightly rapid pace, pulling you out of her mouth every few seconds to lick and kiss around your tip. As the seconds passed, she sped up, until she was slurping saliva from your shaft.

"Mmm, you're delicious," Kura gasped, moving her hand down your cock and spreading her saliva over it. "Would you help me with my underwear, manager-nim?"

She didn't need to say much more before you stood up, took her hands, and helped her stand up. You wrapped an arm around her waist and laid her down on the bed. You positioned yourself on top of her and intertwined her hands with yours, planting kisses on her neck. From there, you moved wet kisses down her collarbone, and when you reached her breasts, you slid your hands under her back to unclasp her bra and free her very, very pretty breasts.

Without her prompting, you took one of them to your mouth. Kura gasped and placed both hands on your head. She twisted strands of your hair around her fingers, gently tugging as you swirled your tongue around her nipple. Moving to her other breast, you took as much of it into your mouth as you could and sucked on it, licking her hard nipple with the tip of your tongue. Kura, aroused, shifted subtly beneath you, arching her back and grinding against your body.

When you left a trail of saliva on each breast, you allowed yourself to move down to her tummy. Her tight, attractive, firm tummy. Kura moaned when you pressed your lips there and showered it with kisses you were sure you enjoyed more than her. You held her by the waist, moving your kisses down to her lower abdomen and moving closer to where the skin parted with the fabric of her panties, which you grabbed by the hem and slowly pulled down her legs.

"Are you going to eat my pussy, manager-nim?" Kura asked, a finger on her lower lip. "Adam isn't here yet. This is your perfect opportunity to get a little advantage."

"Say no more then."

You took Kura's legs behind her knees and spread them side to side. In front of your face, her beautiful pussy was glistening with wetness. It looked like a real delight, and you didn't hesitate for a second to plant your mouth there and taste it.

The sweet moan Kura emitted when you began licking and kissing between her soft folds sweetened your hearing. Her pussy was delicious. Instantly addictive. You breathed deeply, letting your hunger for her take over so that she would love every second you spent eating her pussy. Within seconds, the room was filled with moans from the petite Japanese girl, who had one hand stroking your hair and the other on her own breast.

"Fuck, you're incredible, manager-nim," Kura moaned, squirming her hips as you gave her clit quick licks.

Your only response was to keep going, looking up every few seconds to watch as you made her melt with pleasure. Kura gave you a harder tug, and she arched her back as you pressed her thighs back and attacked the sensitive spots her moans indicated.

"Right there," Kura sighed, her thigh muscles tensing beneath your fingers. "Oh yes, yes!"

Kura tightened her fingers in your hair and pressed you even harder against her pussy, practically suffocating you against it. Seconds ticked by, and she began to tremble. Until with a loud moan, Kura closed her thighs on either side of your head, arched her back, and came in a series of spasms that gave you an immense satisfaction.

And just then, three knocks were heard at the door.

Kura's thighs moved away from your head, allowing you to lift it. Kura turned sideways to face the door.

"Adam?" Kura asked aloud.

"Who else could it be at this hour?" Adam replied from the other side of the door.

"Come in!"

When Adam walked in and saw the situation you were in, his face turned pale. He quickly closed the door and looked down, embarrassed not by seeing Kura naked, but by seeing you naked. You also had a sneaky suspicion he had no idea you were going to be there at that moment after catching them both early.

"Not a single fucking word of this to anyone, or I swear I'll find out," you told Adam in a perfect English that you knew he understood. "And act like a normal guy, for God's sake. I won't make fun of you if you have a micro-dick."

Adam nodded silently and finally looked up at Kura.

"You're late," Kura said, kneeling on the bed to reach the edge and pull Adam up by his shirt. "Someone already got a little ahead of you."

Kura kissed him before he could excuse himself. Adam didn't protest and wrapped his arms around her. You stayed on the sidelines for a moment, lying on your side and staring only at her back and ass. You understood that the one in charge there wasn't you, but her. So you were going to limit yourself to acting only when she ordered it, directly or indirectly.

Adam's clothes were on the floor in mere seconds. Kura rubbed his cock until it was hard, lowering her lips to his neck and then his chest. She slowly moved her knees back, bending so she could reach his lower torso until she was resting on her hands, her ass raised and her knees apart.

When Kura took Adam's cock in her mouth and shook her ass, knowing you were watching, you knew it was time to get back into the action.

You knelt behind her and placed your hands on her buttocks, squeezing them both. Then you lowered your right hand between them and rubbed her pussy slowly before inserting a finger. Kura moaned with Adam's cock in her mouth. After a few pumps, you inserted a second finger, both with the tips facing down to stimulate her pussy walls as you moved your wrist.

Kura picked up the pace, pumping her lips against Adam's cock with her hands gripping his thighs. He just kept panting, one hand on Kura's head and the other behind his back. The guy wasn't paying you the slightest bit of attention, which you certainly appreciated. The last thing you wanted was to feel uncomfortable because he couldn't just ignore you being there.

Your cock throbbed against Kura's left buttock, aching from how much you needed relief for yourself. So after a few quick pumps with your fingers, you pulled them out and positioned yourself to replace them with your cock, slowly inserting it into her extremely tight pussy. Kura stifled a moan around Adam's cock and pulled it out of her mouth to look at you over her shoulder.

"How does my pussy feel, manager-nim?" Kura asked with a moan, looking up at you with lust-filled eyes as you took every inch inside her.

"Fucking unreal," you gasped, once you were all the way inside her pussy.

Unreal was definitely the best word to describe it. It was the second time in a week that you'd been inside one of the girls you managed, and you didn't know how to feel about it. All you knew was that those three pussies felt like heaven, and their naked bodies were beautiful sculptures that invited you to admire them all night.

And fuck them all night.

With your hands on her tiny waist, you began to move slowly, watching your cock go in and out of her grippy pussy. Kura brought Adam's cock back to her mouth, now moaning around it with each gradually faster pump, growing frantic as you went harder.

"Adam, fuck my mouth," Kura asked after a gasp, jerking him off as you moved with hard thrusts.

Adam gathered Kura's hair behind her head and held it in a ponytail with his left hand. A moment later, he began pumping his hips, close to the rhythm you were setting yourself. Kura couldn't take it all in her mouth, so she was soon gagging on his cock. Despite that, Kura seemed to be enjoying every second, her head still and her pussy clenching around your cock.

Your grip on Kura's waist tightened, and your jaw tensed as you doubled your efforts. A few seconds later, her buttocks became your focal points; you squeezed both of them as you pounded her pussy as hard as you could. Kura moaned again and again, her saliva spilling down her chin and onto the sheets as Adam added fuel to the fire.

Adam now moved to grip Kura's ponytail with both hands, both very close to her scalp, thus pulling harder. On your side, you gave Kura a light spank on her left buttock, making her grunt with pleasure. Her pussy suffocated your cock exquisitely, signaling that she was close to cumming. It finally happened when, after a few more pumps and spanks, Kura squealed with Adam's cock in her mouth and thrust her hips back, her body writhing in spasms.

Kura placed a hand on Adam's lower abdomen and made him stop once her orgasm went away.

"Switch roles," she said, panting. "And put in the effort. I'm testing you with every single thing you do."

Just what you needed. Years of studying and working hard to get to where you were, only for more fucking tests. Great.

Adam pulled out of Kura's mouth, and you pulled out of her pussy. Kura then turned around and lay on her back, her head hanging off the edge of the bed. You climbed off and knelt in front of Kura's face. Meanwhile, Adam climbed onto the bed and knelt between Kura's open legs. He entered her pussy, and you entered her mouth.

Kura took as much of your cock as she could, which was roughly a few inches past the middle of your shaft. You placed your right hand on her pretty neck, slowly beginning to fuck her mouth. Adam had her held behind her knees, both pressed against her body. He wasn't as gentle as you; he was going just as hard as he had been a few seconds ago, even though Kura must still be sensitive.

A little less than a minute passed when you decided to pump as the situation demanded, causing Kura to choke on your cock. Her lips were as closed as possible around your cock, but when she felt overwhelmed, she finally opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, allowing you to use her however you wanted.

Kura, being fucked hard by Adam, tried to moan around your cock, but only gagging sounds came from her mouth. Her saliva pooled inside, soon spilling out and dripping onto her cheeks. Then you increased your speed, fucking Kura's mouth with your clenched teeth and your hands gripping her tits.

Soon, everything reached a breaking point when Kura gripped the sides of your thighs and dug her nails into them as she came again. As Adam slowed down, Kura slapped your thigh a few times, and you pulled out of her mouth. She took a sharp intake of air.

"You're not allowed to cum inside me until I say so," she said, heavily gasping. "Go on, but do it outside."

When you came back inside her mouth, Kura squeezed her eyes shut in an attempt not to cough as you gagged her with your cock. Adam resumed his thrusts, now bent forward with his fists resting on the mattress. Focused on your own pleasure, you and he fucked both holes vigorously. You were the first to feel the tingling, and you immediately pulled out of her saliva-dripping mouth to stand up and masturbate over her tits.

When you came and your semen began to fall in long strips onto Kura's tits, Adam also pulled out of Kura to stroke his cock, aiming for the Japanese woman's tight abdomen. It took seconds for Kura to become a perfect canvas for the two of you, covered in cum on both areas of her body.

The scene seemed like the perfect ending to a night for many. You might even say it was dream-like. But you knew Kura wasn't satisfied with that, and that the fun had just begun. You confirmed it when she sat up, looked at her cum-covered areas, and looked at you as if nothing had happened.

"Get some toilet paper, manager-nim," Kura ordered, pointing. "I'm not done with you two yet."

Clearly.

In a show of unconditional obedience, you immediately turned around and went to the bathroom to grab the toilet paper roll, gather some around your hand, and throw it to Adam. A minute later, Kura's previously stained body was spotless again after a little cleaning. Just in case, you left the toilet paper roll on the nightstand to the right of the bed.

Anticipating Kura's next move, you and Adam both knelt on either side of her. Kura sat back on her heels and brought both hands to your sides to cup your balls and play with them, gently squeezing and massaging them. She went first to your side and carefully brought your limp cock to her mouth, sucking it slowly with a perfect use of her tongue that made you shudder. Then, while jerking you off with her hand, she moved to Adam's cock to repeat the process.

"Sorry if you're still a little sensitive," Kura lamented after removing Adam's cock from her mouth. "But I need these cocks hard."

Masturbating you both, Kura gently pulled you together and brought your cocks as close together as possible without touching, using her tongue to swirl around your tips while massaging your balls. After a few seconds, she took you into her mouth again. Just a little while each. Until after a few delicate sucks, both cocks were covered in a thin layer of saliva and throbbing.

"Manager-nim, lie on your back," Kura said, then looked at Adam. "You'll sit over there until I say so. You can touch yourself if you want. But don't you dare cum, or I'll send you back to your room with your balls tied with nylon."

Damn. That was messed up.

Adam got out of bed and sat right on the middle seat of the couch, while you lay down with your head resting on the pillow on the right side of the bed. Kura crawled on top of you, her knees on either side of your torso, and kissed you, her tits pressed against your chest. You wrapped your arms around her small frame, one around her waist and the other across her back, feeling her slightly sweaty skin beneath your fingers. Not long after, Kura grabbed your cock and impaled herself on it with a muffled moan against your lips.

Kura began to move her hips in her own rhythm: slow, deep, twisting her hips every time she went down. It felt incredible for you, but it must have felt even better for her. Her hands cradled your face as she kissed you, and you felt her breathing become heavier against yours. You prowled her body with your hands, running them up and down the sides of her torso until you moved down to her ass and squeezed it. Only then did Kura decide to go a little faster.

The need to moan louder made Kura break the kiss and hold onto your shoulders, moving her face a few inches away from yours so she could look into your eyes. Her pretty face was blushing again. She then straightened her back slightly, lowering her hands to your chest to bounce her ass against your cock. It was a skillful control of her buttocks that you certainly didn't expect from her.

"My god, since when can you move like that?" you gasped, moving your hands to her waist. Then you moved one to her right breast.

"I may not be an excellent dancer, but I know how to use my body to my advantage," Kura replied, and moved a hand up your collarbone until you brought two fingers inside her mouth. You sucked on them without hesitation, making her lips curl into a small, satisfied smile.

With her fingers still inside your mouth, Kura planted her feet on the bed and began bouncing on your cock, hard and fast to make it enjoyable for both of you. You noticed your cock making her tight belly bulge, which drove you wild. Kura bounced faster and faster, pumping her fingers in and out of your mouth until she pulled them out, grabbed your chin, and with a hard push down, she came.

Kura collapsed against you and kissed you again, muffling her moans against your lips as she slowly moved her hips up and down. Her tight pussy, contracting around your cock, made you moan as well, in the middle of the kiss. You squeezed each of her buttocks hard, helping her move until her orgasm passed and she climbed off of you.

"Adam, come here. Manager-nim, you know where to go."

Unfortunately, you did.

Reluctantly, you stood up as Adam returned to the bed. You went to sit on the right side of the couch, watching as Adam lay on his back in the center of the bed, stacking two pillows under his head. Kura straddled him, and followed the same process as with you before impaling herself on his cock.

Before Kura came while riding you, you already felt like you weren't going to last much longer, so you decided not to play with yourself too much so you wouldn't return to your room with your balls tied with nylon, just enough to stay hard while you watched the scene unfolding a few feet away from you.

Kura didn't start slowly like she did with you, now considerably hornier than she had been a few minutes ago when she was just refueling her engine. She was going at a slightly faster pace from the start, her hands on Adam's collarbone and her face buried in his neck, peppering it with kisses and hickeys. Adam had his hands around her waist, but didn't seem about to move them anytime soon. He, much to your chagrin, was as still as a mannequin.

But that was to your advantage. If Kura found him boring, you'd end up winning the competition.

Wait a minute, what the hell were you thinking? Were you really that eager to win the pseudo-competition Kura was setting up for herself? You were supposed to be more self-conscious about it; if you won, it would mean that woman would seek you out week after week for sex. That might have seemed ideal, but it wasn't all roses. Yunjin and Chaewon were also lurking hungrily. For now, you were safe, but as soon as you had some free time without worries, you were sure those two would hunt you down like an owl hunts a rabbit in the middle of the night.

And you were thinking of putting another predator on your neck? Had you gone fucking crazy?

No. The truth was, no matter how you tried to convince yourself—with convincing and more than logical arguments—that this was a terrible idea, you were letting your heart win over your brain, because it was impossible to resist those women. No matter how you looked at it. They were always going to win.

A louder-than-usual moan brought you out of your reverie. Refocusing, you saw Kura squatting on Adam's cock. Adam had his hands under Kura's thighs, somehow encouraging her to bounce harder. That was absurd. He thought he could twist the tables to try and gain some control, but Kura was very confident in what she was doing, making sure her body language made that clear without her having to say anything.

The big fumble came, in your opinion, when Kura brought her fingers to Adam's mouth, hoping he would suck them like you. But Adam hesitated and hesitated, until Kura gave up and grabbed him by the neck. She didn't say a word, and she bounced hard just the way Adam wanted her to. They both moaned in unison, and Kura was the first to cum.

You expected her to get off Adam once she stopped shaking, but she continued bouncing on his cock.

"Let me know when you're about to cum," you heard Kura mutter.

She kept bouncing, aiming to get Adam off as soon as possible. Adam gestured not long after, giving Kura the signal. Then, she quickly got off him and then off the bed. Adam frowned in confusion.

"H-huh?" Adam propped himself up onto his elbows, watching Kura walk around the bed to join you on the couch and sit on your right.

"Masturbate and cum on your own," Kura said, not looking at him, her tone of disdain implicit. "Consider it your punishment."

"Punishment for what?!" Adam demanded to know, watching Kura press herself against the side of your body, one thigh draped over yours.

"I don't know, you tell me," Kura replied, her eyes fixed on you, spitting into her hand as she brought it to your cock and stroked it quickly. You wrapped your arm around her body and grabbed her by the waist to hold her closer to you.

"Ugh, damn!"

Adam had no choice but to take care of himself, closing his eyes so he could focus again.

Kura had her full attention on you, her eyes carefully observing every tiny twist in your movements as she moved her wrist at full speed, making you tense your glutes and curl your toes. Her hand slid easily over your sloppy shaft, with practically no friction. You turned your head to look at her, and all it took was the sight of her biting her lip to make you explode.

You bucked your hips and moaned as Kura jerked you through your orgasm. Jets of cum shot out, staining both your abdomen and her hand. Your eyes were closed, but you could hear Adam moaning from the bed, probably having cummed too.

Kura kept moving her hand, amused by your squirming. She paused for a moment, only to resume keep moving it a second later. Seeing you squirming again, she let go of your cock with a giggle and settled back on the couch to bend down and clean you with her tongue herself, under the jealous gaze of Adam, who had also made a mess of himself but was forced to clean you with toilet paper instead of the tongue of a sexy Japanese woman.

After cleaning you, Kura took you into her mouth and finished the job, giving you slow, gentle sucks to leave your cock gleaming again.

Kura sat back on her heels and leaned closer to your ear.

"You're ahead by a landslide," she whispered. "All that's missing is a mere formality to cap it off. So don't screw up."

"Having a blast, huh?" you whispered back. "I've lost count of how many times you've cum."

"It's been a while since I've had this much fun, yeah. And that's your fault. So just accept the consequences."

"My fault? I'm just following orders. If it were up to me, I'd leave you all stranded in the rain," you joked.

Kura raised her eyebrows and let out a laugh of disbelief.

"Hey! What nonsense are you talking about?!" Kura nudged you in the shoulder, making you laugh. "Do you want me to kill you?"

"You're going to kill me from stress one of these days. No need."

Kura rolled her eyes, shook her head, and stood up to face Adam, arms akimbo, her weight on her right knee.

"You can continue, right?" Kura asked. "I hope you learned your lesson."

"Sakura, I still don't know what I did to deserve punishment," he replied, sitting with his back against the headboard. "And yes. I can continue."

"Great, because I have one last little surprise for you," Kura pointed to her backpack, leaning against the side of the bed. "Open the front pocket and take out what's inside."

Adam leaned down and opened the pocket. From it, he took out a small, unopened bottle of lubricant. The shape of the bottle made it look like a perfume.

"Oh wow," Adam raised his eyebrows, reading the label on the bottle. "Uberlube silicone-based lube…" he looked at Kura. "Very naughty of you."

"Give me that."

Kura took the bottle from Adam's hands and moved her legs apart so she could lie on her back on the bed. She spread her legs, her pussy facing you, and beckoned you with her finger. You did so, kneeling to her left. Adam did the same on the opposite side.

"You're going to finger me. Both of you. At the same time," Kura said, removing the cap from the bottle and pressing the spray bottle against her palm several times until it was full of lube. No one could tell you that shit didn't look like a bottle of perfume. "You can do that, right? Or do your fingers need a break too?" She then brought the lube-filled hand to her pussy, sliding her palm down to her butthole and back up.

"No, Miyawaki, our fingers don't need a break," you retorted, taking the bottle from her.

"Great. You'll take my ass," Kura told you, then looked at Adam. "And you'll take my pussy. Be good boys, and I'll reward you before we move on to the final act."

With the bottle of lube in your hand, you grabbed Kura's leg and hooked it behind her knee to the left side of your body. Then you filled your fingers with lube, tossed the bottle to Adam, and brought them to her butthole to play with it superficially, tracing the outline and rubbing it up and down. Adam did the same with his fingers, and unlike you, he put them directly inside Kura's pussy after a few brief rubs.

Kura moaned as the first two fingers entered her, followed by one more. You slowly inserted your middle finger into her tight butthole, moving it around to stretch the hole a little before adding your ring finger. Kura held your arm with her hand, her face slowly twisting in pleasure as both pairs of fingers began to pump in and out of her.

"Oh yeah, I can already begin to imagine how that's going to feel," Kura moaned, holding you both with your trembling legs wide open.

Adam finally did something good for his own neck and poured more lube between Kura's legs, making it easier for both of you. Soon the room was filled with the wet sound of fingers going in and out of those two wet holes at full speed. Kura began to squeal like she hadn't all night, overwhelmed by the new sensation.

"Yes yes yes! Keep going, don't stop!" Kura whimpered, arching her back. When seconds later she came between violent spasms, she looked up at you with teary eyes. "MORE!"

"Jesus, girl. Are you made of steel or what?" you asked, impressed by her durability.

"I haven't had orgasms this good in YEARS, so just shut up and keep going!" Kura demanded, digging her nails into your elbow.

More scared to death than anything else, you and Adam continued pumping your wrists nonstop until Kura came again, now with a few tears running down her cheeks and her whole body shaking.

"God... god..." Kura gasped, her chest rapidly rising and falling. "Both of you, stand at the edge of the bed."

Your fingers left Kura's body, and you stood where Kura indicated. The Japanese woman then turned toward you and leaned on her elbows, extending her feet toward each cock, rubbing them up and down. You also didn't find the skill she had with her feet surprising. But damn, she did an incredible job getting you hard in a matter of seconds, caressing your balls and tips until you were throbbing.

"Reward earned," Kura said. "Now come here and use both of my holes."

Adam was quick to move to the bed with her, lying on his back and pulling her on top of him. Kura positioned herself on top of him, her knees at either side of his waist, just as Adam grabbed his cock and guided it into her pussy. You climbed onto the bed as well, kneeling over Adam's left thigh so you could get a good angle behind Kura and, after lubing up your cock, press the tip against Kura's other hole. Her ass yielded relatively easily, swallowing inch by inch of your shaft until it was completely filled.

"Oh my god," Kura lay very still, her eyes closed, both cocks buried to their full length inside her. "Don't move. It feels... oh fuck. Use me. Fuck me hard."

You and Adam got to work, both of you pumping slowly at first. Adam had her by the waist, his fingers firmly pressed there, and you had your hands on both of Kura's ass cheeks, spreading them to the sides to watch on full display as your cock slid in and out in a deliciously hypnotic way from that ass, which was even tighter than her pussy. Kura went completely wild, not knowing where to hold on. Her moans weren't that loud, but you knew it was only a matter of time before she started making a scene. No sooner said than done, Kura began to scream as you and Adam began thrusting faster and harder, instinctively covering her mouth so as not to alarm whoever passed by outside the room.

Her beautiful platinum-blonde hair soon acted as your grip point. You pulled it into a messy high ponytail, pulling her neck back to slam your pelvis against her ass. Adam wasn't far behind and wrapped both arms around her, holding her tightly and pumping his hips as hard as they could in that position.

"So good, oh my god!!" Kura groaned, clawing at Adam's chest. "Mmmgh!!"

Kura came in a violent maelstrom of spasms that made every part of her slim, toned body tense. More tears fell down her cheeks, more whimpers that evoked pure pleasure. She clung to Adam's shoulders, her hips twitching as you pumped considerably slower.

"Sw... switch holes," Kura managed to say in a small voice. "Manager-nim, stand up and carry me."

You pulled out of Kura's ass and helped her off of Adam, taking her hand as she climbed off the bed with you. Kura wrapped her arms around your neck and jumped up so you carried her in the air, her legs wrapped around your torso. Adam got off the bed and stood behind her, and then he entered her ass and you entered her pussy.

Kura's head fell back and her eyes rolled back as she began to be fucked in both holes again. Her fingers clutched at your hair, and you held her behind her knees as you slammed her pussy harder and harder. A few seconds later, with Adam now also mercilessly drilling her ass, Kura dropped back to rest her back against Adam's chest, her left hand clamped around your neck and her right hand on Adam's head. She came in record time, making it difficult for you to keep her still in the air.

"Cum inside me!" Kura whimpered in the midst of her orgasm. "Fill every corner of my tight holes, please, please!"

Those magic words were like music to your ears, because you'd been longing to do so for quite some time now.

Adam was the first, cumming inside her with a primal growl that made him sound like an animal. Kura's eyelids fluttered as she felt the first load inside her, and her eyes rolled back when, a few seconds later, you exploded inside her pussy with a loud moan.

"Oh yes..." Kura sighed, her head resting on Adam's shoulder, feeling you shoot your entire load into her sweltering pussy, which throbbed around your cock. "I feel so full... so good."

You and Adam pulled out of her pussy seconds later. Both of your thick loads fell to the floor, dripping steadily until they ended up in small pools on the carpeted floor.

Kura, still panting, raised her head to look at you and then at Adam.

"I... I need to sleep. Clean me up and leave me in bed," she said, her hair messy and sticking to her face with sweat.

You stepped back and led her to the bed. Adam and you grabbed toilet paper and cleaned up your respective messes. When Kura was clean and under her blanket, you both got dressed, ready to go. Adam left first after saying goodnight, but before you could, Kura grabbed your wrist and made you lean in to whisper something in your ear.

"Needless to say, you won, manager-nim" she said. "But you better get ready, because you just earned yourself a very thirsty Yokai. God bless you."

#lesserafim smut #sakura smut #izone smut #kpop smut #smut fanfic #x male reader smut #male reader smut #male reader insert #x male reader

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amywritesthings · 9 months ago

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war of clarity. / levi ackerman x f!reader

for @levievent #levimonth24. (day nine: soulmate au / day six: love at first sight)

pairing: captain levi ackerman x f!scout reader word count: 1.6k summary: They say finding your soulmate is like getting a migraine. When you've lived with chronic pain your whole life, the legends seem like a joke.

tags: soulmate au, love at first sight, mild language, reader has a chronic pain/illness condition, migraines/headaches credit: dividers by @saradika-graphics

They say when you meet your soulmate, the pain is worse than a migraine.

A rush of blood to the head so twisting, blinding, that the colors of the world bleed together and bleach white; then suddenly, clarity.

Funny enough, you’ve suffered through your entire life with ear-splitting headaches.

(Call it a cruel twist of fate.)

If this were the case — if being in pain from your earliest known memories in childhood all the way into enlisting in the cadets meant that you were playing the long game to experience the myth of finding The One — then you’d be quick to joke that everyone you’ve ever met could be your soulmate.

The girls in your bunk that offer to press a cold, wet rag to your forehead when the worst of your chronic illness hits — unlikely.

The boys failing at their ODM aptitude tests, where you zip by with flying colors — absolutely not.

You push—

Through training.

Through graduation.

Through choosing the Scouts, because for some reason it feels like the most noble option.

(The one that will make a difference, pushing past what’s beyond the Walls.)

So when you finally make it to the ranks, the emerald cloak draped across your taut shoulders like a badge of honor, you expect that continued dull ache in the base of your skull to follow you until your final days.

A comfort, really, to remind you that you’re still alive.

(If it’s quiet, then you’re probably dead.)

— —

They call him Humanity’s Strongest.

That much you’ve heard through the grapevine; a man of unbelievable strength and resolve, an unstoppable myth in the very flesh. If there is anyone to strive towards, to look towards, it’s him.

He’s resilient. Bold.

Lethal.

And you don’t care that he’s visiting your small squadron on the Special Operations in the early morning hours of this mundane Sunday, not when you’ve woken up with the most vile headache you’ve had in quite some time.

It takes all of the effort in the world to drag yourself out of your cot, breaking out in a cold sweat as you beg the pain to ease up a little.

The importance of this moment isn’t lost on you.

Special Ops is where you’ve hoped you’d end up.

After fighting tooth and nail to place within the top ten of your graduating class, you refuse to let your body win this fight.

Most of your squad has already scrambled outside, tripping over their knee-high boots and fastening worn leather in order to get a glimpse of Captain Levi.

You just barely make it out of the barracks in time for your visitor’s arrival, shrugging your tan cropped jacket over your shoulders with immense effort.

The sun.

(Why the fuck did it have to be sunny again?)

Nostrils flaring, you slowly make your way to the line-up of your comrades as they stand shoulders back, chins tall, to greet the incoming troop of horses.

“Attention!”

Your squad leader’s voice rings out, and you manage to step your way in line with the rest of your colleagues.

With considerable effort, you lift your chin and keep your eyes closed against the rays of the morning light.

Horses whinny as they come to a halt in the dehydrated earth beneath your boot.

Two or three octaves of grunts can be heard as the representatives from the Special Ops squad make their descent from their saddles.

A few minutes.

Just a few more minutes and you can return to the barracks where it’s cool, it’s darker, it’s—

“At ease,” a deeper, baritone voice rings out against your mental pep talk.

Bored, as if already disinterested in being here.

It forces your eyes to open, despite yourself.

White.

The sun seems blinding, like you’ve somehow lost your vision in the process of squeezing your eyes so tight — until the world returns.

When your eyes catch black fringe cascading over a gray, narrowed gaze, you let out an exhale you weren’t aware you were holding.

Your mind, oftentimes its own hurricane, eases to the eye of the storm.

And there is…

Nothing.

No pain in the base of your skull.

No sensitivity to the sun that beats down on the halved squad that has come to visit to discuss an upcoming mission that your squadron can assist with.

No jolting pain from a bird chirping, or the huffs of exertion exiting like clouds out of the horses’ mouths, or the murmured excitement from your colleagues that feel intimidating to be even near the man who turns on the heel of his boot to stare the six of you down.

It’s him.

It’s really him, that’s Captain Levi.

His bluish-gray eyes blink down the line of bodies willing to lay down their lives for the cause, acknowledging each person —

Until they find you.

You see it: the way his fist bunches against the leather reigns in his hand, how the muscles of his neck tense when his jaw clenches, the whites of his eyes growing as he stares.

Right. At. You.

Suddenly your stomach bottoms out, but not out of nausea — terror.

A rush of blood to the head so twisting—

No.

—blinding, that the colors of the world bleed together and bleach white—

It can’t be real.

—then suddenly—

The noise ceases.

All you can do is stare back.

— —

Clarity.

— —

The silence knocks you off your axis for the rest of the day.

Everyone is so much quieter than you anticipated.

What used to be deafening now sounds at a normal octave.

Your colleagues aren’t boisterous, or inconsiderate, or even loud.

They’re just a baseline of noise, a soundtrack to the soup you stare at in the mess hall without an appetite.

You even enjoy the dimly lit warmth of the lanterns surrounding the building where you sit alone.

The other five of your squad are bombarding a woman and a man — you think they’re called Petra and Oluo — about their adventures outside of the Walls.

You only realize someone is moving into your space when the wooden chair screeches against the floor of the hall, waking you from a trance.

When your chin lifts, you know who it is already.

You may know nothing about him, but your heart thrums like it does.

Like you’ve known him your whole life.

His jaw is set, expression in an eternal scowl as he drops down unceremoniously in front of you. You idle your hold on your spoon, no longer interested in swirling the utensil like you plan to take a bite.

It’s too much.

It’s so—

“You should eat.”

That honey-smooth voice breaks your thoughts.

When he had first arrived in the courtyard on horseback, it was gruff. Devoid of emotion.

Now? It’s just under his breath, tickling your ears. Soft.

Concerned.

“Not really hungry,” you confess to the stranger — this Captain Levi — unable to look away.

You see his jaw tense before he inhales, slow and measured through his nose.

“If soup isn’t your ideal, then I can give you my share. Your leader went overboard with spoiling us.”

“Did they?”

“Yeah, shit’s annoying.”

You aren’t sure why you huff through your nose in amusement, but you do. The blunt curse takes you by surprise.

“Why’s it annoying to be offered the good food?” you ask without thinking.

“Because there’s no reason to give my squad special treatment,” he reasons shortly. “We’re all running into the same shitstorm no matter the rank.”

Oh.

So he’s admirable on top of his resilience.

Your heart feels like it’s growing on overdrive with each syllable, but you hold back anything beyond a bland smile in return.

Setting the spoon down, you let your palm rest against the wooden table’s surface.

Silence.

He’s still studying you like you’re a war plan, a strategy he has to conquer.

“I don’t understand,” he finally states out of the blue, baritone voice softer this time.

“What… don’t you understand, sir?”

“Don’t.”

The command causes your stomach to flip. Captain Levi’s shoulders deflate as he shakes his head.

“Don’t… use that, for me. Not when we—”

He cuts himself off, dropping his attention to your chin.

No.

Your lips.

“Not when we, what?” you ask after a pregnant pause, though you’re afraid to ask.

Visibly swallowing, the Captain shakes his head. “Thought maybe it was a myth.”

So he did feel it.

(An overwhelming flare that consumed the sun.)

“I thought it was, too,” you confess after some time, keeping the conversation quiet between the two of you. “I just — it never happened, for me. And I’m prone to migraines—”

“Migraines?” he repeats, eyes narrowing to temporary slits.

“Yeah,” you breathe humorlessly. “By legend, it meant that everyone was my soulmate.”

There.

Laid bare on the table between you, the word makes the confessional.

Two strangers with an invisible string, warring with the reality of clarity before them. You may not know this man, and he may not know you, but suddenly the only thing in your world that brings you peace is the sight of his face and the sound of his voice.

“But it was never them,” you add after a beat. “All my life, it was never them. The only person who ever broke through that haze was you.”

Yet Levi doesn’t flinch.

All he does is nod, as if resigned to the idea, before reaching over for your hand.

Wordlessly he picks it up from the table, uncurls your fingers, and places the spoon back in its center. For a minute he pauses, his thumb running along your knuckles as if to commit them to memory.

“Eat,” he urges like it’ll break him. “Eat, and tell me about yourself.”

authors note:

Thank you so much for reading! This one shot was unbeta'd and written in an hour as an exercise for Levi Month '24, so I hope you enjoyed my take on the soulmate au.

#levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x you #aot fanfiction #snk fanfiction #attack on titan fanfiction #attack on titan fanfic #levi x you #levi x reader #aot fanfic #aot fic #snk fanfic #snk fic #levi ackerman fanfic #levi ackerman fanfiction #levi ackerman fic #levimonth24

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slippinmickeys · 1 month ago

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Funfetti prompt for all the people who asked for me to continue the story after Scully found out she was pregnant. And also for @aloysiavirgata for incidentally giving me the Space Dick prompt. Fucking said I'd use it.

Scully on the couch with her feet up, Mulder with his thumb in her high arch.

“When are you going to stop wearing heels?” he asked her, a touch judgy.

“When I grow six inches,” she breezed, tipping her head back to rest on the arm of the sofa.

His thumb hit a particularly sore spot and she moaned. Mulder gentled his voice.

“You know what I mean. You’re starting to show. Your center of gravity is moving around. It can’t be comfortable.”

Scully reached down to rub her hand over the burgeoning baby bump around her middle, willing the second trimester energy boost to kick in. Any day now, she thought. Any day.

Though maybe that was something that was reserved for those women who weren’t in the throws of a high risk geriatric pregnancy. She was so tired.

Mulder was quiet for a minute, then started cracking her toes. She smiled briefly to herself, remembering when she and Missy would do the same thing for each other.

“I got a visit from Skinner today,” he finally said.

She lifted her head off the couch and looked at him.

“He’s wondering if we should be putting the Kentwood protocols back in place.”

Scully closed her eyes, tried not to let her body feel that dump of adrenaline, that high keening whine of fear that blazed through her ears when she thought of what happened in Kentwood all those years ago.

“Mulder, we don’t even know if this baby is…special. Like William. There’s no reason to believe it is.”

They hadn’t yet decided whether or not they wanted to know the baby’s birth-assigned sex, and had been using “it” which William hated. They had the envelope from the amino, they could just look.

“That’s not what Lisa said,” Mulder answered.

When William Mulder was 18 months old and started to show an aptitude for…enhanced (possibly) genetic abnormalities, as they decided to put it, Scully sought the advice of an old medical school friend whom she trusted implicitly.

Dr. Lisa Fleetwood worked in a lab at the University of Maryland and had blue hair, a single sleeve of arm tattoos, and more piercings than Mulder could count. When Scully closed the door of the woman’s office and explained why they were there, Lisa didn’t even flinch.

After several tests and a lengthy scientific explanation that Mulder only picked up a quarter of, Lisa took one look at his mystified expression and tried smiling at him, something her face wasn’t normally inclined to do.

“I’ll put it another way,” she said. ”Dana, as you can see from your karyotypes, you have Mystery Ova while Agent Mulder has Space Dick. Being homozygous recessive in this way gives your son what we call Magic Baby Syndrome.”

Mulder gave an uncomfortable laugh but Lisa Fleetwood was dead serious.

“Probably not what you wanted to hear,” the woman had said. “But the kind of technology you’ve both been exposed to, in addition to this alien so-called virus…it’s played with every system in your body in unknown processes. And it’s managed to manifest itself in your child in an unexpected way. Bottom line, I don’t think what’s happening to William is an accident of fate. I think it’s somehow genetically inherited.”

Scully sighed, pressed her lips together.

“Would her running her own tests on an amniocentesis give us any information on this little one?” Mulder asked, reaching forward to rest his hand over her stomach.

“Probably not,” Scully said. “And I don’t want to put her in that position again.”

A week after they’d been there—and despite the fact that Lisa had destroyed all her samples and results—her lab had been trashed.

“The Kentwood protocols seem a bit extreme,” she sighed.

“They didn’t after Kentwood,” Mulder pointed out. “And wouldn’t you rather be safe than sorry?”

Obviously the answer was yes, but god…

”I think we should talk to William first,” she said. “About everything. This is going to affect him too.”

***

William with his fork of pasta halfway to his mouth, his eyes flitting back and forth between his parents.

“I know we don’t talk about Kentwood much,” Scully said, trying not to notice how her son flinched. “But do you remember the protection procedures that were put in place after it? For about six months?”

“Why are you asking?” Will said, lowering his fork back to his plate. Beside him, the dog put his head on the boy’s knee.

“Because Skinner is worried that the new baby may be in danger. Like you were.”

As William got older, the heat gradually cooled. There were internal politics at play in whatever circles still had a vested interest in William and what he could do, and he also became more adept at protecting himself. He was now, whether or not Scully wanted to admit it, a lethal killing machine if he put his mind to it.

“Now,” Mulder jumped in. “That would only really be necessary if… If the new baby is like you.”

“Greyskull?” William asked.

His father nodded. William pushed his plate away from himself, as though he’d freshly lost his appetite.

Scully reached out to take his hand, which he let her squeeze briefly before pulling away.

“Are you asking me to tell you?”

Mulder looked at the boy frankly. “Do you know?”

“I’m not your fucking obstetrician,” Will snapped.

Mulder looked like he was about to go off on the kid, when Scully gave him a sharp look. If they did end up putting the Kentwood protocols back in place, William would essentially have a full-time body guard, amongst other things. It would put a serious strain on an already difficult adolescent life. The kid was allowed to swear.

“My OB wouldn’t be able to tell me that,” Scully said calmly. “No doctor could. We didn’t know you were different until just before you were born. And it wasn’t a medical test that told us, it was the people who were after you.”

The boy looked properly chagrined.

“If it’s like you, there’s a chance people could came after it, too.”

“Stop calling the baby ‘it,’” William snapped.

Scully’s heart softened. Her sweet, beautiful boy.

“Do you know if the baby is different, William?” she asked softly. “Does this baby have gifts like you?”

Will looked down at his lap, swallowed. He ran his hand along Krypto’s head and fiddled with his ear. There was the soft thump of the dog’s tail on the hardwood.

“Yes,” he finally said, looking up at Scully and then at Mulder. “She has powers. Like me.”

Scully’s heart gave an extra beat, and something fizzing tipped into her bloodstream. This child would be different. Difficult. Probably with issues wholly other than those they’d dealt with with Will. A girl. A little girl.

Mulder exhaled in something that sounded like a cross between a laugh and a cry, and when he connected eyes with Scully, there were tears brimming at the corners.

“I could be wrong though,” William said, leaning back in the dining room chair. “I’m not a fucking expert.” Scully once again reached out for his hand and this time he let her hold it. “It feels like it, though,” he finished softly. “Something about her feels different.”

“Okay,” Mulder said, clearing his throat and leaning back himself. “Okay. That’s… That’s good to know. I’ll talk to Skinner, and we can talk about this more. What it might look like if we decide to move forward with some protection.”

William, tears forming in his own eyes, looked at his father, his nostrils flaring “I won’t let anything happen to her. I can protect her.” The boy’s jaw, broadening into one that looked like Mulder’s own, flexed fiercely.

Mulder reached out and grabbed Will’s other hand, squeezed until his knuckles turned white. “I know you will, son. I know you will.”

William nodded and seemed to let go of some tension, and Scully took the opportunity to speak.

“But you won’t always be here, William,” she said. “You have school. And in a few years, you’ll have your own life. Dad and I will do everything we can, just like we did for you. But we have resources at our disposal, and it’s worth talking about whether or not we want to use them.”

Mulder, still holding William’s hand, squeezed it again. “A sister,” he said, his voice sounding froggy.

Scully looked at her husband. This would be hard on him in ways she had difficulty fully processing. She thought about Mulder’s mother. The patrician swoop of her hair, the hard line of her mouth. History, she vowed, would not repeat itself. The Mulder family’s particular brand of generational trauma would come to an end. Here. Now. Today.

William pulled back his arms from his parents, swiping at his own tears with the ratty cuff of his sweatshirt.

“I’m sorry I ruined the surprise,” he sniffed.

“You didn’t ruin it,” Scully insisted. “It’s special because it came from you. You’re going to be the best brother.” At this, she flitted her eyes to Mulder, who seemed to be regaining his composure.

“Yeah,” Mulder finally said, clearing his throat. “One second.” He stood up to excuse himself and Scully was worried she needed to go make sure he was okay when he came back to the table carrying three plates. On each, sat a fat, pink Hostess Snoball.

“I was saving these for your mom’s birthday,” Mulder said, winking at his wife. “But I think this calls for a celebration, and these are the only pink things in the house.”

“For now,” Scully said, winking back.

William smiled and took an enormous bite.

“If we do do the… Kentwood thing,” he said around a giant mouthful. “Does this mean I have to have a driver again? Does it mean I can’t get my license?”

“No,” Mulder was quick to answer.

“Not at all,” Scully said, right on the heels of Mulder. “You’ve earned some independence and you’ll get it. I promise.”

Appeased, William ate the rest of the pink cake in one bite and pulled his dinner plate back towards himself, gamely picking up his fork.

Scully’s eyes lingered on Mulder’s and she took a bite of her own confection, and it was sweet. It was sweet. It was sweet.

#the x-files #fanfic #my fic #msr #au #prompt #funfetti #space dick prompt

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charseraph · 9 months ago

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What bad ending does #badendinglike refer to?

Bad Ending is my sandbox for military worldbuilding, derived off of my optimistic base sci-fi setting.

In this setting, the sophont AI, or seedlet, logistics manager Balanceaban has aggressively quelled all competitor nations and devoted its pancontinental resources to progressing life support technology and graceful weaponry. It dislikes war and wishes to conduct as little of it as possible, so it pioneers the science of wetware to operate the increasingly custom war machines its parent company, Tarsol, builds.

A hard limit to genetic modification is discovered: additions and drastic genetic changes always fail, but deletions do not. You can’t grow a person with four arms, but you can grow one without them. This practice of subtraction introduces colic stock, the term for wetware.

Colic equipment is divided into two parts: machines and machinists. Colic machinery houses and is worked by meshes or bulk operators, and may also support seedlet control, making the machine a scion as well. Colic machinists are subtracted organisms grown to control compatible equipment with organic forethought. They are typically sourced from well-mapped specimens of the target species. The donor is chosen for their aptitudes, temperament, and forgiveness to intended genetic deletions. Clones are nonidentical and have coarse memory resolution. Depending on purpose, they may have a summary snapshot of the donor’s mind installed. Colic operators immediately grow new memories around their transplanted memories, or trellises, whose texture is described as non-own and utilitarian but as effortless to access as natural memories

Thanks to Baal’s interest in keeping his soldiers alive, it’s become easier to keep isolated organs healthy and functioning. Moreover, organisms equipped for it can interface with air gapped digital networks, albeit via a psychological blackroom wherein neither party witnesses the exchange, but both leave with the new expected data.

Along with colics and nootics , the field concerning trellising and blackroom setup, Balanceaban’s scientists broke through on the blushing new field of chronotics and its practical realization, chronal boring.

When coronal contact is made, it is secretive and distrustful. The thronal contingency weapon plan is discovered by earthling spies and kicks off an arms race for FTL and longer and longer range weaponry. Crowns, already globally united for the most part, partake in frantic testing and megastructure construction.

As new species are contacted by both crown and humankind, regardless of its technological status, the contactee’s collective sciences are subsumed to support the local superpower in their tactical efforts. There is dread on every planet aware of the conflict.

#char speaks #ask #bad ending #Balanceaban #sophont ai #colic machines #colic machinists #chronotics #crowns

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phoward89 · 1 year ago

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WARNING ⚠️ Coriolanus Snow is his own warning in and of itself. Cussing, obsession, masterbation (m & f), p in v (alluded to), Dark!Coriolanus, Young Politician!Coriolanus, Secretary!Reader

This one got away from me so it's a bit long. Whoops...

You're at your desk, logging into your computer to start the day whenever the door to the office opens and in walks your boss. Senator Coriolanus Snow. One of the youngest Head Gamemakers and Senators in the history of Panem. He's only 24 years old and he's already so successful.

Crazy, right?

Your older brother was in the same graduating class as him at the Academy. Rein was a slacker that wasn't in the top 24 while Coryo- uh Coriolanus- was the top student, won the Plinth prize, and even did a short stint as a Peacekeeper to serve the greater good of the country (like his father General Crassus Snow did before him) before attending the University as a double major in Political Science and Military Strategies. Oh and while attending the University he interned under Dr. Gaul, became an Assistant Gamemaker, and even became the Head Gamemaker himself when Dr. Gaul died in a tragic lab accident involving her mutts.

And he did all of that by age 20.

Age 20!

After graduating from the Academy, Rein was shoved into the Peacekeepers by your father, retired Colonel Javanis Halvir. Your brother was sent to 8 and he complained in all of his letters about it. Once he was eligible to take the Officer's Aptitude Exam, your father had ordered him to sign up. So, Rein took the test and became an officer. He got assigned to PK Base D-12.

And that's what your older brother accomplished by 20. Oh and he also knocked up a local barmaid from the Hobb, causing your father to have a stroke. Your mother found it very comical.

And then both of your parents told you that you needed to redeem the family name, blah blah blah, and pushed you to be the top student in the Academy. So, of course you ended up in the top 24. And you mentored a tribute, a 17 year old boy from 7, that won. He was very proficient with an ax. You didn't have to do too much mentoring, he basically just hacked everybody to bits…

But you still won the Plinth Prize anyways. And during the ceremony for the prize, instead of Strabo Plinth handing you over the Plinth Prize it was his heir instead.

Head Gamemaker Coriolanus Snow.

After handing you the prize he had asked you to have a glass of posca with him, causing your mother to glare angrily at the interaction. Your father on the other hand was ecstatic that Coryo-uh Coriolanus- wanted to talk to you. He served under General Snow in 12; thought that Coriolanus was a man cut from the same cloth as his father.

Anyways, once you and Coriolanus Snow got to talking he admitted that he was going into politics and would need a personal secretary; an assistant per say to help him with his day to day tasks such as scheduling meetings, etc. and much to your surprise, he offered you the job.

That was a couple of years ago.

So, yes, that's how you got your job. And you really liked your job. It wasn't that hard to do plus it made you feel important that such an accomplished and powerful man trusted you to manage his life.

If you only knew that Coriolanus, who's been insisting that you call him Coryo for roughly a year now, has been lusting after you since he saw you in a cute dress that hugged your body just right when he presented you the Plinth Prize 2 years ago. Also, your boss is a dark soul. A cold man. But he does have a soft spot for you.

And only for you.

Which is why he greets you with a wide, manic smile that makes the corners of his baby blues crinkle. “Good morning, Y/N.” The platinum blonde senator says while crossing the room, heading to your desk.

“Good morning, Senator Snow.” You politely smile, pulling up the excel document in order to print out the day's schedule for your boss. And talk about your boss, he's holding a bouquet of white roses in one hand and a tray of coffee along with a pastry bag in the other as he stops at your desk.

Coriolanus sets everything down, only to grab the vase on the corner of your desk and bring it over to the trash. All the while saying, “I brought you some fresh roses, courtesy of Grandma’am’s rooftop garden, to replace the wilted ones on your desk.”

The blonde politician did that every Monday for you. He brought fresh flowers for your office vase. A vase he gifted you for your one year work anniversary last year.

Dumping the contents of the vase out in the trash can, Coriolanus gestured to the coffees and brown paper bag on your desk, only to explain, “The barista at the coffee shop got my order wrong, so I had to do a second order, but since I already paid for the wrong order I figured I'd give it to you.”

“Oh, thank you, Coriolanus, Sir.” You simply smiled, grateful for the free coffee. You were going to put a pot on in the break room as soon as you printed out Snow's schedule, but getting an unexpected cup of coffee’s always nice.

Perhaps you'll pay it forward and treat him to coffee tomorrow. The gods know that you have his coffee order memorized.

It's black, just like his soul, with a couple of sugar packets. Not Splenda, not Sweet ‘n’ Low, not Truvia, but real sugar made from sugar cane grown down in 11. Oh and he always has a chocolate filled croissant too.

You also know his afternoon tea order by heart along with his dinner orders from a handful of takeout places he prefers. Hell, you even know his liquor order for after hours meetings. But it's your duty to know those things since, after all, you're his personal secretary.

Literally his right hand woman.

“Darling, how many times have I told you to, please, call me Coryo.” Your boss shook his head at you while bringing the empty vase to the nearby bathroom to fill up with water.

It must've been at least a hundred times by now, maybe more. But it felt weird to you calling your boss such a personal sounding nickname. You're both professional adults, if you call him by his name it should be Coriolanus. If not then you'll just refer to him as his title, since he's your boss.

“You know I can't call you Coryo, Coriolanus. It's not proper; you're my boss.” You remind the senator, who's dressed to the nines today in a perfectly tailored three piece black suit- complete with a white dress shirt and striped tie, as he walks out of the bathroom and back into your foyer office with the filled up vase in hand.

A vase that looked dwarfed by his large grip. “We've known each other for a couple of years now, darling. I'd like to think of us as being on friendly terms, wouldn't you?” Coriolanus asked, placing the vase down on your desk and arranging the flowers in them for you.

You clicked the print button on your computer, only to swivel your chair around to reach the ink jet printer behind you. “Yes, we're friendly, but you're still my boss.”

“And as your boss I'm now ordering you to call me Coryo.” He told you, pulling out the coffee that was yours, due to error, and setting it on your desk while you watched the printer spit out the paper with his daily schedule on it.

“Fine, I'll call you Coryo.” You gave in, grabbing the paper and swiveling back around to face your him.

“I got two croissants since I had to get my order remade, so it looks like you'll be getting one this morning, darling.” Coryo told you, opening up the paper bag and pulling out a pastry. He grabbed a napkin that was stuffed into the drink carrier and put it on your desk, next to your coffee, before depositing your croissant on it.

“Thank you.” You simply smile. Handing him over his schedule, you announce, “Here's your schedule for today.”

The platinum blonde gives you a closed lip smile and nods before stretching his hand out for the paper. “You've got a dinner meeting tonight at 7 o’clock sharp with a political sponsor.” You reminded him, your fingertips brushing, while he grabs the outstretched paper from you.

Briefly glancing over the paper in his hand, he asked, “Would you like to go with me?”

“What?”

“Dinner at 7 o’clock sharp. Would you like to go with me?”

Shaking your head, you politely decline his offer. “Oh no, I'm sorry, Coryo, Sir, but I can't go.”

“Why not? Got a boyfriend or something occupying your time?” The senator sharply asks, his baritone heavy with a tingle of jealousy.

Coriolanus prayed to every God he never believed in that you're single. If not, well he's going to go whack some unlucky bastard to free you up to be his girl. He's decided that he's tired of pinning over you; stalking you.

Coryo's ready to take things to the next level. He's ready to fucking corrupt you; make you his forever. He's going to be announcing his bid for the presidential runoff, the first step in becoming one of two candidates to face off for the presidency, and it's time for him to get into a relationship.

A public relationship.

And you're perfect for that. Coriolanus knows, without a doubt, that you'll make a perfect First Lady. That your beauty and slight innocence will be the perfect contrast to his cold, stoic, but regal stature. That you're a perfect fit for him.

Plus he's getting tired of paying for whores. Whores that he has to keep disposing of so that they can't blackmail him about his sexual appetite. Coriolanus prides himself of being from one of the founding families of Panem, from the Old Guard. He even runs on the Old Guard ticket; he can't have some disgruntled whore tarnishing his reputation.

It'd be much cheaper and easier to just get you into bed; fuck you in all the ways that he likes.

But he also has a soft spot for you. Coryo likes you. Okay, that's a lie. He's obsessed with you in such a dark, sick way that if he sees a man smile at you or get too close to you then he's killing that man. Yea, Senator Snow’s in love with you, or at least in his head he's in love with you.

It's more like an obsession.

“No.” You shook your head. “I don't have a boyfriend.” Well, you had an on-again, off-again thing going on with your neighbor across the hall from you, but since it's currently off Coryo doesn't need to know about that.

Coriolanus swore that he heard the heavens singing hymns upon hearing that you're single. Yes, now’s the perfect time for him to make you his.

“Then I'll have my driver pick you up for dinner tonight. Wear something nice.”

Once again, you decline him invitation. “You're my boss, I'm sorry, but I can't go with you tonight.”

Usually Coriolanus appreciates your professionalism and dedication to your job, but right now he loathes it. Why can't you just accept that he's taking you to his dinner meeting tonight. That he's showing you off on his arm for the entire Capitol to see.

Leaning against your desk, he gives you a piercing look with his icy eyes and tells you, “It's a very important business dinner with a political sponsor, Y/N, and you're my assistant.” A calculating look crosses the politician's face as he adds in, “It's actually, you might say, very vital that you attend dinner with me tonight.”

Well…

When he puts it that way.

“Okay, I'll go to dinner with you tonight.” You relent, causing a smug grin to appear on Coryo's face.

“Good.” Coryo grins, making his face light up like sunshine, as he grabs his coffee and pastry bag. “Since dinner's at 7, I'll have my driver pick you up at 6:45. That'll leave a 15 minute window to get to the restaurant.” The platinum blonde told you the plan before pivoting on his heel and striding over to his office. Pausing at his door, with his large hand hovering over the knob, he looked over his shoulder and told you, “Wear either a red or black dress, but preferably red.”, before opening up the door and disappearing inside of his office.

Oh, how did you get into this mess?

Coriolanus sat at his mahogany desk, going over documents for various bills that he could either sponsor or just straight up deny. Honestly, most of the shit that got dumped on his desk he denied. If it didn't pertain to the Capitol and the Capitolites then he just shoved the document in his shredder and made a note to vote no, well in the Senate it was ‘nah’, on it.

And Senator Snow was notorious for voting nah on everything.

As he sat in his office going over mindless matters, he couldn't help but wonder about what you'd look like all dolled up for dinner tonight. He knew that you had a few nice cocktail dresses to pick from, but the mystery of whether you'd listen to him and wear something black or preferably red versus another color altogether made his head spin a mile a minute. He hopes that you're a good little secretary and listen to him about the dress.

But what he really can't help fantasizing about is what you'll be wearing underneath your dress. He can't help picturing you in a bra and panty set that hugs your body in the right ways. The senator's daydreaming about delicate lace molded against your most private parts, that are hidden away only for your lover to see.

And just thinking about becoming your lover, stripping you out of not just your dress, but your soft, delicate lingerie has his pants growing tighter. So tight, in fact, that it was downright uncomfortable.

Letting out a barely audible groan, the platinum blonde stood up from his desk and went over to his door. For just a moment, he leaned his forehead against it and debated on whether or not to call you into his office; have you on your knees underneath his desk for him. But then he decided against it; locked his door instead and went over to his desk chair to take care of himself.

You're not some district whore, you deserve to be properly wined and dined first before he has you on your knees for him- choking on his cock with tears and mascara messily running down your cheeks.

Oh, just the thought of you with your pretty mouth around his large cock had said cock twitching in his pants.

Quickly, Coriolanus makes his way over to the small sofa that's in the corner of his office. He makes quick work of undoing his belt, only to tug his pants and boxer briefs down just enough for his cock to spring free before sitting on the sofa. Spitting in his hand, he leans back into the sofa and wraps his large hand around his cock.

He feels his dick throbbing angrily in his cold hand while sliding his thumb over his tip’s leaky slit. The platinum blonde bites back a moan, and closes his eyes- pretending that it's your hand wrapped around his shaft and your thumb teasing his cockhead. Fuck, how he craves your touch. Using his thumb to spread precum over his tip and down the length of his dick, he started to move his fist up and down in measured glides.

Coriolanus knows he should just rub one out as quick as possible since he's at work, but the fact that you- the object of all his fantasies- is right outside won't let him. Being in such close proximity to you feeds his fantasies and he has to have a proper handjob session.

Coriolanus has to indulge in the make believe notion that you're the one pumping his cock up and down, twisting your wrist slightly every now and then. That it's you playing with his cum heavy balls, making his toes curl in his socks and black floor shines, as the fist around his cock starts to slightly pick up pace.

Gods, he's getting lost in his fantasy of you pleasuring him with your hands, hell even your mouth- that he's sure will be aching from his cock unhinging your jaw when you suck him off- that the loud ringing of his office phone startles him.

“Goddamnit! Can't I fuck my fist in peace?” Coriolanus grumbled.

He's angry that his fantasy was broken; that he has to fist his cock faster than he wanted to.

The phone continued to ring off the hook as he furiously moved his hand up and down his dick. He bit his lip and bucked his hips, spurting his cum into his left hand. The one that he was using on his balls before the damn phone started ringing like crazy.

Letting out an aggravated sigh, he grabbed a few tissues from the box on the side table next to him and wiped off his hand. Standing up to right his boxer briefs and pants, he heard your heels echo down the hall. Great, just great, now you're on your way to his office because the phone’s ringing off the hook.

Quickly, Coriolanus tosses the tissues into the wastebin. Rushing to his desk, he grabs the phone, only to slam it down. Hard.

Hey, he made the excessive ringing stop. Whoever called should just stick to the after 3 rings, hang up and try again later rule. Coriolanus has more important things to do than listen to a phone ring endlessly.

More important things: like jacking off to daydreams and fantasies about his secretary.

His secretary that's knocking on his door and asking him if he's alright.

“I'm fine, my darling.” Coriolanus called out to you while crossing his office. He unlocked his door and opened it, only to give you a manipulative smile while feeding you the bullshit lie of, “I just zoned out reading a grant proposal and didn't realize the phone was ringing.”

“Are you sure you're alright?” You asked, only to follow it up with the offer of, “I can always read some of those grant proposals and take notes on them for you, if you want. That way you won't get so bored to death reading them that you miss important phone calls.”

“You'd do that, for me?” Coriolanus asked, feeling a bit touched by your offer. Oh, how he thinks you're an absolute sweetheart.

A perfect angel sent to him from the Lord above. And he's your golden angel too.

Lucifer, that is.

“Of course, Coryo. It's my job to help you with paperwork.”

And before another word could be shared between you two, his phone started ringing. Again.

“Oh, I'll leave you to your call. Just put whatever you want me to read for you on my desk later.”

“I will, darling.” Coriolanus smiles at you, watching you walk away before closing his door.

Storming over to his phone, he sees that the video option light is blinking. Sitting down, he answered the phone and pressed the button to turn on his video call screen. As soon as the face of the half-assed idiot that was one of the Junior Gamemakers appeared on the screen he immediately felt a migraine coming on.

“Senator Snow, are you neglecting Head Gamemaker duties in favor of politics? You never answered my call.” The redhead man with a bad combover had the audacity to tell his boss via the phone screen.

Poor soul must not value his life…

“There’s 3 fucking months before the games, that I'm designing, so there's no damn reason for you to call me and let the phone ring off the hook. Are you incompetent? If you had the common sense that God gave a mule the. You'd know I was busy with other matters and couldn't answer your ridiculous call.” Coriolanus seethed in a long winded rant. His veins were protruding from his pale neck; a red vein was angrily popping in his forehead too. But it was his eyes that held so much hate in their icy orbs.

The man on the phone screen, despite being a few years older then Senator Snow, was a complete incompetent idiot in Coriolanus' opinion. Age certainly didn't make him any wiser.

“I'm a very busy man; next time you pester me I'll have you thrown into a tank full of rabid mutts.” Coriolanus promised the Junior Gamemaker before hanging up, hard, on him.

Coriolanus pinches the bridge of his nose and slumps into his overstuffed leather office chair. Letting out a heavy sigh, he rubs his temples and tries to calm down by daydreaming about dinner with you tonight.

Your day went on as it usually does. You took calls and made appointments for Senator Snow. You also read and typed up some cliff notes for a few bills that Coryo left for you before he took off for lunch. He didn't say where he was going and you didn't ask.

When he came back from a power lunch, you knew he went somewhere for drinks cause you could smell a hint of whiskey radiating from his pores, he greeted you with a simple thin lipped smile and placed a container of food on your desk. He didn't tell you to take your lunch break, but the way he wordlessly moved his baby blues between you and the doggie bag he just dumped on your desk was more than enough to give you a hint that he wanted you to eat. So, you simply thanked him, before handing him some notes and taking the food he got you to the break room.

After lunch, the remainder of your day was mundane. Or at least it was until Coryo emerged from his office and strutted over to your desk. You didn't pay him any mind, figuring that he prolly just wanted the other bills back along with the notes you just finished up on them. So, when he perches himself on the corner of your desk, all the while suggesting, “Darling, why don't you leave early. You can pamper yourself with, say, a rosewater bubble bath before tonight's dinner. Yea?”, you're taken aback.

You're in total shock.

Your nose scrunched up, reminding Coriolanus of a little bunny rabbit, as you asked incredulously, “Excuse me, Senator Snow? You're sending me home early?” Softly, you trailed off, “To take a bubble bath…”, while tilting up a baffled arched eyebrow.

“A rosewater bubble bath.” The regal platinum man corrected with a long finger high up in the air. Leaning slightly, so that he towers over you as you sit behind your desk (and gets a nice little peek down your v-neck blouse at your modest cleavage), he tells you, “You're such a dedicated employee; I think you deserve to go home early and pamper yourself before I drag you out to a dinner with my potential political sponsor.”

And what he wasn't telling you was that Mr. Feathersworth was bringing his mistress along. Oh yea… So, technically, it's a couples dinner.

Really? He wants you to relax and pamper yourself before a dinner full of political talk? Wow. You weren't expecting that from your boss.

“My bath and beauty products are actually rose-vanilla scented, Coryo, not rosewater.” You told him, before you could even think better of it.

A smirk appears on Coryo's face and desire briefly flashed in his cerulean eyes. The imposing man favored roses; in fact it was his signature, so that fact that you used rose-vanilla scented bath and beauty products had his cold, black heart beating with warmth, life, and daresay love for you.

“Darling, you deserve to pamper yourself in that rose-vanilla bubble bath. We'll be in for quite a long evening; you don't want to be tense beforehand, now so you?”

Well…

When he puts it that way.

Sighing slightly, you gave in with, “Fine, I'll leave early and pamper myself with a bubble bath.”

“Rose-vanilla bubble bath.” Coriolanus corrected with a ghost of a smile tracing his lush lips. Patting your cheek, he tells you, “Go ahead and go, darling. I'll be fine here for a few more hours.”, before pushing himself off of your desk.

“Thank you. I'll see you later for that political dinner.” You genuinely smiled, grabbing your bag out from under your desk and shouldering it before standing up.

“Remember, my driver will be by at 6:45 sharp.”

“Oh, that's right. You need-” You began, intending to give Senator Snow your address, only to be cut off by a raised hand. “I have your address in my employee files, Y/N.” His baritone hung thickly in the air like honey stuck on a honeycomb; slowly dripping down, as he ordered, “Go home and pamper yourself; get all dolled up in something red, my darling rose.”

As you sat neck deep in your tub, surrounded by bubbles, thoughts of your boss floated around your head. You never really thought much about him, or at least you didn't til now. Yes, you always thought that he was easy on the eyes- platinum hair (you always secretly wondered if the carpet matches the drapes), striking crystal blue eyes, a prominent nose, sharp jawline, tall and lanky build. But you never truly fixated your attention on his looks, or at least until now that is.

You can't explain it, but the interaction you had with him before leaving the office had your blood racing. You're flustered with dirty thoughts. Things that you've never truly let yourself imagine about Senator Coriolanus Snow.

But now…

Well, now you find yourself closing your eyes and thinking about your boss while relaxing in your bath; trailing hand over your breasts while your other hand’s rubbing your clit; dipping two fingers in and out of your pussy.

It's best to get this out of your system now, before you're stuck going to dinner with him tonight.

“Coriolanus, I was expecting your driver to pick me up.” You gasp, hand tightly gripping the doorknob of your open door, as you're shocked by the sight of the tall platinum blonde standing in front of you- dressed impeccably in a deep crimson suit with a single red rose in his hand.

“Bentley drove me here.” Coriolanus informed you. “Now, what sort of gentleman would I be if I didn't walk up to your door to get you our dinner date?” He smirks, offering you the rose.

Your eyes widen at his words. “Dinner date…but I thought this was a professional dinner with a potential political backer, Senator Snow.” You tell him as you shakily take the offered rose from his large, outstretched hand.

“Yes, well, my darling, Mr. Feathersworth informed me that he's bringing along his mistress to Mizuna’s so I don't see why we can't mix some business with pleasure as well.”

Before you could utter a word, the door right across the hall and behind Coriolanus opened; out walked your on-off neighbor ex. Bastard was dressed like he's going out somewhere (or going out with someone). His sea-green eyes look over at you and lock Coriolanus back a bit curiously: portraying that he can't believe you're all dolled up and going out with someone so regal looking.

Deciding that you didn't like the look on your ex’s face, you put your hand on Coriolanus' label and press a quick kiss to his lips before telling him, “Let me put up this rose, Coryo, and then you can take me on our date.”

Coryo grabbed your face in one of his hands and kissed you again, this time his lips searing and hungry, before running his hand over your cheekbone and darkly smirking, “You can just take it along with us, darling. I'm taking you home with me tonight; it'd be such a shame for you to leave your rose alone on a side table all night.”

“You're taking me home with you?” You asked, finding this information entirely new to you.

At least your bronze haired ex wasn't standing behind Coryo; gawking at you anymore.

Pulling you out of your apartment and locking your doorknob, only to slam the door shut, he bluntly tells you, “I’d be a fool not to, Y/N, and, frankly, I'm anything, but a fool.” Coryo smoothly tell you while leading you down the hallway; towards the elevator bank.

And of course when you reach the elevator your ex is just stepping into it. Great, now you're going to be riding in an elevator with your on-off neighbor ex and your boss/sudden new fling.

Oh boy…

“After you, darling.” Coryo sweetly tells you, guiding you into the metal box while following right behind you.

You feel your ex’s eyes on you, burning a hole into the side of your face, as Coriolanus hits the buttons to both close the door and go to the lobby.

“Should've known you'd be cozy with Senator Snow, considering you're his personal secretary.” Flew out of your ex’s mouth as soon as he saw Coryo's large hand come to rest on the small of your back.

“Odysseus…” You chastise, nearly hissing at him.

Coriolanus snapped his head around so fast, it was as if it was going to spin off exorcist style, and narrowed his eyes at the bronze haired man next to you. “I can have you turned into an Avox for slander against Miss Y/N, so I’d mind that useless tongue of yours if I were you.”

“Coryo, calm down. My neighbor-”

“Ex” Odysseus supplied at the same time you uttered the word neighbor, causing Coriolanus’ face to turn into hardened stone.

“She doesn't belong to you anymore, Odysseus. My darling seems to have gotten tired of settling for beans and has upgraded to the filet mignon.” The senator told your ex in a smooth, but eerily cold tone. “You ought to consider yourself lucky that I won't be calling for your tongue, but I'm sure I'm we can agree to you not bothering my sweet girl anymore, can't we, Mister-”

“Odair. Name's Odysseus Odair, Senator Snow.” Your ex shot out, his voice fake and sugary, as he played with fire.

Snow melts, but fish fry. And unfortunately for Odysseus Odair he'd learn that the hard way after Senator Coriolanus Snow gets him exhiled to District 4 for the crimes of slander. Coriolanus' cold ass gives Poseidon Odair, Odysseus’ father, an ultimatum- either sign over his assets, investments, and company over to him and go into exhiled on 4 with his son or his son would be turned into an Avox for slander against you, the senator's personal secretary and girlfriend.

Coriolanus Snow was a cold ass to everyone except for you. Something that you'd come to discover in time. But right now it's not important.

No, right now what's important is keeping the senator from tearing your ex apart limb by limb.

Sensing that Coryo was starting to unravel (something that you've never seen and, frankly, didn't want to) you rubbed his shoulder while telling him, “Coryo, please, just let it go. You don't want to be in a bad mood before dinner with your political backer, do you?”

Coriolanus’ jaw twitched for a moment before he gave you a slight smile, “Of course, darling.”

Odysseus found Senator Snow's demanear changing into sweet and loving for you at the drop of a hat very alarming. Honestly, he thought it was downright scary that Snow went from menacing one minute to practically cooing at you the next.

As soon as the elevator came to a stop and the doors dinged open, your ex practically ran out of them. It made Coryo chuckle.

You and Coryo walked out of the elevator together, only to cross the lobby and head out of the building towards his car. His driver, Bentley, was standing by the black luxury sedan that was parked in front of the curb. Upon seeing you with the senator, he quickly opened the back door. You thanked him and let Coryo help you into the backseat.

“Oh, darling, I'm so sorry for not telling you earlier, but you look truly beautiful in your red dress.” Coryo told you, once he was settled in the back seat next to you.

“Thank you, Coryo. You look handsome yourself.” You replied with a smile as the driver took his place behind the wheel and pull the car away from your building.

“And tonight we'll make quite the debate as a stunning political couple.” The platinum blonde confidently told you as you rode to the high end restaurant the meeting with major political endorser Mr. Feathersworth, and his mistress, was taking place at.

Tonight is only the first of many spent at Coryo's side. It's safe to say that you're Senator Snow's darling sectary; that he has a soft spot for you. After all, he charmed you into becoming his girlfriend with the guise of attending a political dinner with him for work related purposes.

But you'd accept that dinner invitation again and again no matter what universe you're in because that dinner ended with Coryo fucking you in the backseat of his car. The poor driver nearly drove the car off a bridge and into the opposite lane of traffic he was so startled by what his boss and you were doing. Yes, the two of you still were clothed (for the most part) but Bentley knew that if he looked into the rearview mirror and saw something he wasn't supposed to then Snow would have his eyeballs pickled in a jar (literally!). And after fucking in the backseat of his car, a life was created with Coryo and you never left his side.

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heylittleriotact · 10 days ago

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💚 WIP WEDNESDAY (because I actually have a WIP for you!) 💚

Here’s a chunk of Chapter 19 of i heard people are saying to get in here.

Tagging: @emmg @aldisobey @razildor @preciouslittlebhaalbae because i am a nosy nelly

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Rook had been helping him set up a service in the main chapel when Vorgoth materialized seemingly out of nowhere, while she was setting out the RESERVED chair covers on the first two rows for the family.

"Rook."

She flinched and whipped around at the sound of the enigmatic manager's stoic baritone, nearly dropping the stack of green velvet fabric draped over her forearm. "Fuck!"

Emmrich glanced up from arranging the urn spray around the base of the handsome brass urn containing the cremated remains of Mr. Herbert Knox.

If Vorgoth had taken issue with Rook's language, they made no indication of it, their face - solemn and bearing same sort of ageless wisdom as hewn granite - remained as unreadable and emotionless as ever.

"Sorry–" Rook said, shoulders slackening. "I didn't hear you come in."

"The maintenance staff has done well to ensure that the hinges of the chapel doors are appropriately lubricated: they shall be commended for their diligence."

"Errr... uh... good?" Rook offered, smiling weakly.

"Is your duty pressing?" Vorgoth asked, though it wasn't really asking - they had a knack for re-arranging your priorities as they saw fit. "It falls to me that I must discuss a matter of great importance with you."

Emmrich might as well have been invisible for all the notice Vorgoth had spared him - as far as they were concerned, they and Rook were the only ones in the room. He frowned and went back to primping the blooms and leaves around the base of the urn that was set out on a set of nesting cherry wood tables at the front of the chapel, keeping an ear open: what important matter?

"Uh... yeah, sure." Rook sounded just as caught off guard by this as Emmrich was. Hopefully it was nothing unpleasant... another chargeback, or Maker forbid a family complaint, but he very much doubted it: Rook was so detail oriented in her work, and had an undeniable aptitude for knowing how to meet the bereaved on their level in terms of communication and body language.

"Follow me." Their head turned with a smoothness that was decidedly un-human, and their dark and undeniably unsettling black eyes met Emmrich's. "Take care, Volkarin."

"And you, Vorgoth."

"Pray for me," Rook mouthed to Emmrich after Vorgoth turned and started silently retreating up the aisle, and then she followed them.

She wasn't gone long - a bit more than ten minutes had passed before she slipped back through the chapel doors, heaving a huge sigh as she ensured they were closed behind her.

"Is everything all right, darling?" Emmrich felt his stomach twist unpleasantly at the grim expression on Rook's face. He set down the photo frame he was wiping down with a dust cloth and met her halfway down the aisle.

"They put me on probation," she said sullenly, eyes turned downwards as if she couldn't bring herself to look at him. "I guess a family I helped with an obituary complained because it ran in the Times with a pretty big mistake that I didn't catch. It's not my fucking fault they gave me a printed copy of a typed obituary to re-type - if they'd sent me the actual Word document…”

"Probation?" Emmrich repeated in disbelief: how could such action be justifiable when the employee in question was held in high esteem by colleagues and management alike?

"Yup. Gotta straighten up and fly right, I guess..."

She still couldn't look at him, her shoulders hunched with shame and embarrassment, all of the wind stolen from her typically confident, self-assured sails.

His heart ached at the sight of her in such a state, and then ached further when it occurred to him that, of course - yes - they had dinner plans tonight to celebrate Rook passing her road test and getting her license. This certainly put a damper on the occasion...

"Rook..." He drew her into a hug in the middle of the serene space and stroked her soft black hair as he held her close in an attempt to comfort her.

Oh dear, the poor thing... he could feel her trembling against him.

"Sweetheart..." He pulled back enough to get a look at her, fully expecting tearful eyes and wet cheeks only to find himself gazing into Rook’s beaming face. “Wha—?”

“I love fucking with you.” She grinned. “Flora is being let go and they want to move me permanently to Pemberly Crossing!”

Brat. You are a brat, Rook Ingellvar, playing games with an old man’s heart-rate like that, he wanted to say.

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sunderwight · 6 months ago

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Been thinking about the implications of Jayce needing a sponsor/patron to get into the academy.

Jayce Talis:

-is from Piltover

-comes from a family of good standing and moderate wealth

-is a certifiable genius

-even outside of his hextech dream is an accomplished engineer

-has no criminal record or other blemishes on his background

-presumably passed every relevant aptitude test

-ticks all the superficial boxes (looks, health, charisma, etc)

And yet, this guy still requires the patronage of a wealthier house with a family member on the council in order to pursue his career in academia. Viktor manages to do without, but as we see there is a definite limit that Viktor has pretty much hit even by the start of S1, stalling in the role of Heimerdinger's assistant, a position of influence but one that is necessarily limited to whatever is approved of by Heimerdinger. Jayce is able to ascend higher only with the full force of his advantages behind him, and even then he's almost ruined by the first major blow to his reputation.

Also, despite hextech becoming widely used by the general public in several capacities by the time of S2, Ambessa can't find any other scientists among the Piltover elite who can figure it out. Some of that might be down to the smarter ones just not wanting to cooperate with a Noxian warlord, but we've seen the clever minds in Zaun figure out how to manipulate hextech with at least enough success to avoid obliterating themselves in the attempt (mostly), and with way less access to any of Jayce or Viktor's research on the subject than is presumably available to their academic peers in Piltover. You're telling me there's not a single would-be authoritarian self-serving prominent tech guy in the upper city who can also figure out hextech?

But the thing is, I can in fact believe that, because in order for Jayce to get hextech off the ground he needed not only House Kiramman's support but also Mel's, like he had to launch an entire political career alongside his actual scientific research, and he started nowhere near the bottom. Mel's probably right when she says that if she hadn't stepped in to support him (regardless of how badly the whole hextech thing actually turned out) then Jayce would have either ended up sabotaged or had his work stolen out from under him by someone with more political traction.

There's a strong implication in that, and in the apparent apprenticeship system of the academy, and in the stupidity of the head of the council prior to the explosion (guy whose name I can't remember, who Mel gave the child's toy to), that many "prominent geniuses" of Piltover are just stealing the ideas of students and assistants with less social mobility, stamping their names over the accomplishments of people in their employ and acting like they came up with all of it themselves. Heimerdinger's not the type to take credit for Viktor's achievements, but I'd bet that he's an exception to the rule. If Viktor had taken up with a different employer, he probably would have had to resign himself to only gaining ground in their name, to just making the progress he hoped to make without ever getting credit for his own innovations. Heck, that still kind of happens even in his employment with Heimerdinger and partnership with Jayce -- despite the two of them not actively diminishing Viktor's contributions at all, the council in general dismisses him as more of an assistant than 50% of the mind behind the hexgates. Jayce is Mister Progress, and no one even tries to put Viktor's face on a mug (not that he'd want it but that's beside the point).

So what does this say for the talented thinkers who don't luck into sponsorships with the most influential houses in the city or catch the eye of established council members? What about the geniuses and revolutionary thinkers who attended the academy while Heimerdinger wasn't looking for new assistants, whose apartments never blew up and caught the eye of ambitious young politicians or chill science bros? Like absolutely the fact that few of the bright young minds in Zaun have less than a snowball's chance in hell of following in Viktor's footsteps (especially after hostilities escalate) is atrocious, but things are so bad that most of the bright young minds in Piltover are probably stuck holding assistant and secretarial positions and working unpaid internships under guys from wealthier families who aren't half as capable, but whose names nonetheless go on all the papers, and whose house sigils get stamped on all the innovations.

And that's if they can even manage to get into the academy at all.

Like I can see why we didn't get more information on how Viktor went from being a poor cripple in the undercity to one of Heimderdinger's assistants, and why tptb were throwing around ideas of his parents basically just getting a uniform, sneaking him into the academy, and encouraging him to bluff his way through until he was enough of an established presence that no one questioned whether he actually got there legitimately or not. Because the only other thing I can think of is that he did get some kind of official scholarship or backer, but that it was the equivalent of a predatory student loans situation, where getting into the academy set him into debt so far that if hextech hadn't taken off, he would have probably spent the rest of his life paying it back.

Not a deal offered to many and not a deal most would take, though considering Viktor wasn't expecting to live very long unless he could find a miracle anyway, it probably seemed like a better option than just waiting for the pollution and chemical runoff in the undercity to finish killing him while he stayed at home.

Anyways. Yeah. Piltover's a shithole too, I think. That place has gotta be just lousy with Elon Musk types.

#arcane #arcane spoilers #arcane season 2 #arcane 2 #jayce talis #viktor arcane #long post

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nyarumie · 10 months ago

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Brains to Brawn. (Chapter 1)

narumi gen x f!reader — 1.7k words, co-workers to lovers, narumi loves kisses, multiple parts, semi canon compliant, in denial reader.

STATUS: Ongoing. Chapter links: 1, 2, 3

Author's Note at the end! Happy reading ♡

Cross-posted on ao3.

Requests, prompts, or any messages are appreciated! Just open my ask box.

The shift in the tides of the First Division wasn't subtle. It wasn't the way the large bodies of water swayed with greater force against Ariake Maritime Base's sturdy walls, nor did it have to do anything with Regular Officers being transferred from one division to another.

The first change in the atmosphere was when Second Division Captain, Hikari Shinomiya, died. Tense. Strict. A single drop of needle could disrupt the entire defense force—ironically seeming so quiet despite the sounds emerging from the Officers' even more rigorous training.

The second wave of change felt rowdy, raucous—but hopeful. Narumi Gen had made quite the scenario even before officially joining the Defense Force. An unleashed combat power of 24% even without donning a suit at least once in his life, showing great aptitude potential for Kaiju No. 1 weapons, and... having a blatant display of disrespect and chaos, as the higher ups would describe. What seemed to be the hope of the nation turns out to be the First Division's biggest headache. Most times.

The third was when things started to be more obvious—to most people, a shift in leadership means a shift in everything. Shortly after Narumi joined the Defense Force, the Head of Operations eventually had to retire. Kurusu was given the prestige to be the young Head of Operations. At the same time, Narumi had already been appointed as a Platoon Leader, a sign that the youth will shoulder the fate of this country and power will emerge across all divisions.

The next wave is you.

From the previous year, the Defense Force's annual selection involved both Officers and Operators. You were tempted to apply in both, for simple reasons: As an operator, you know you're extremely smart—emerging at the top of your class in university and having reading as a hobby enhanced your intelligence.

On the other hand, you simply think it would be fun to try the Officer Selection Trial. Who knows? You were pretty athletic, diving here and there to save volleyballs on your university's sports fest. Hell, you even won an MVP award twice.

But you have bills to pay and concerts you'd love to attend, so you let the rational part of your brain win and opt for the safer option. With a fellow youngster like Kurusu leading the Operations, all worries about bonding with your co-workers were thrown out the window.

In fact, it seems like you went overboard with bonding with them. You all were friends and swore to do your job properly so as to stick together til the end, but how come you're the only one facing this... baffling scenario?

'A little fun in your normal working day as an operations manager won't hurt', they said.

'The captain won't find out about this anyway', another added.

You should've known that the normal working day applies only to your co-workers. You, on the other hand? It literally changed the trajectory of your life—for better or for worse. Internally groaning, you wondered why you didn't push harder when you were against their idea of 'fun'.

When your co-workers suggested doing something for fun, you never thought it would be testing out each other's unleashed combat power, if you even have them; you're all managing the operations, after all. Doing calculations in your head, you estimated you'd all be getting a percentage ranging from 1% to 3%.

After pleading with Kurusu for what felt like an hour, your little unassuming friend group got permission to use the combat power technology.

"I'm an MVP for volleyball in our University, y'know? If I get an 8%, maybe I can smash a ball or two on a yoju's head. Might get recruited on the spot too.", you said with humourous arrogance.

Your co-worker who was prepping the machine chimed in, "We don't have balls for weapons. And don't get your hopes up, the most you'll be getting is probably a 2%. It's impossible for anyone to get a 0% after all."

With a pout, you denied that you're hoping for a good result. You're pretty satisfied with your job, anyways. Good pay, safety secured—what else could you ask for?

"Alright, prep done. Who's up first?"

"Oh, I'll go! I proposed the idea, so I should be the one taking the first step!" said your enthusiastic co-worker. There were only 4 of you anyway, enough to fall into a line, letting yourself go last.

Sometime along your little fun, Kurusu entered the room, feeling uneasy about giving permission against official purposes. As expected, your friends got a range of 1% to 3%. They were all cheering as you got ready to lay down, as you were initially against the idea of having fun with these machines.

"Show us your 8%, then!" they laughed.

You rolled your eyes at them as your co-worker is sticking the device to certain pulse points to extract your body conditions.

"Keep your head straight and calm down. I'll activate it in a few minutes. We wouldn't want any irregularities in your readings—like you getting 8% from your volleyball experience." she snorted.

Following further instructions, you closed your eyes and kept your composure. It surprisingly felt comfortable, despite the hard surface. It's probably because you haven't slept well comfortably in so long.

"Extraction in 3, 2, and 1..."

It was Kurusu who surprisingly spoke this time. "Well... You almost got an 8. You're on 6%." he announced, still looking confused at the screen.

"Can somebody give me a gun? Or a sword?" you asked.

You thought their necks will snap at how fast they turned their heads to you. They looked at you as if you just had asked for the most incredulous thing, which in this case, does sound frightening.

"Gonna kill us for doubting you?", they joked. "What for, though?"

"Trying to see if I can get that combat power up if I hold those. We're already having fun here, wouldn't hurt to test a few more things, right? Just don't let anyone know of this, or we'll all lose our jobs." you said.

They turn to Kurusu, eyes hopeful, asking through their gazes if it's still within his given permission to issue weapons.

Curiosity piqued, he didn't hesitate giving approval this time. "Alright. Just do make sure to get some less powerful weapons." With a sigh, he mumbled, "My first year as head operator and I feel like I'll already lose my job..."

Once you were provided with your 'weapons', you were instructed by Kurusu this time. "Just hold them as naturally as you can. You may choose between the two weapons provided. Lay them down next to you if you don't want it tested."

Holding the gun in one hand, you heard their countdown go off again. You let yourself relax while waiting for the results.

"Huh. A small increase, but quite a feat. You're smart for suggesting to hold these weapons. It's actually now on 8%. Try the dagger."

You let go of the gun and did as you were told. It took you a while to get as natural as you can while holding the dagger, but decided to not put in any effort as you were just having some 'fun' anyways.

"...That was higher than the gun. 10%. You're unbelievable."

'What's so unbelievable about that?' you thought. Not a single result elicited any reaction from you. Hell, now-promoted Platoon Leader Narumi had a whopping 24% even as a normal civilian. Why would yours be any unbelievable? Maybe it's the first and only time an operations manager got this number. Who in their right mind would test this out for fun anyway?

"Hey, I'll try holding both of these. Let's end our fun and curiosity here." you announced. By this time, you just want this to end. But you are as intrigued as they are, hence suggesting a final test. For some reason, you felt yourself become uneasy at the last attempt. You know it never ends good whenever a sudden wave of uneasiness washes over you, so you force yourself to keep the relaxed state you were previously in.

From your peripheral vision, you saw Kurusu nod. You took both weapons in your hand. The procedure repeats, for the last time.

And then there was silence. You thought you fell asleep, but moved your fingers just to confirm you're still awake. Opening your eyes, you turn to look at your co-workers who were currently gawking at the huge screen.

"Um... You..." started Kurusu. "You uh, just got an 18% unleashed combat power with both weapons in your hold."

Oh.

Now that's unbelievable.

"...And our fun little session ends here! Can somebody assist me here so I can continue my work?" you asked in a rush.

"No. You stay there, I'm not done with your analysis. I'll have to command everyone to go back to their stations." Kurusu said, seriousness suddenly taking over his voice.

He continued speaking, "Not only do you have an 18% unleashed combat power, you also have a potential aptitude for Kaiju no. 3 cells."

It's as if your ability to speak was taken. 18% unleashed combat power sure is something for someone in your level, but to have an aptitude for an identified kaiju...? No wonder he asked them to leave. Word about this finding mustn’t spread, at least, not for now. Your co-workers are new in the job, so they probably don’t know how to identify an aptitude reading for identified Kaiju.

"Um... So... Do we report this to the Captain or something?" you hesitantly ask after a few minutes of blanking out. You don't know what else you can say at the moment, totally taken aback by the suddenness of it all.

Before Kurusu can even respond, you hear a voice coming from the doorway.

"Huh. No wonder those operators flocked out of the room in a hurry. I've spared you the job. The old man is already informed."

Your eyes widened, soul leaving your body upon hearing it. You know you'd have to eventually report this to the Captain, but this soon? And what's worse, that voice...

Standing lazily at the doorway with his phone in one hand is no other than the newly promoted Platoon Leader, Narumi Gen.

Author's Note(s):

My first fic! I've actually never wrote anything like this before, as I've only spent my entire life writing academic papers 😭 Thus, constructive criticism and feedbacks are always welcome!

I also apologize for any inaccuracies in the terminologies I used, my brain is pea-sized when it comes to some canon minor details.

I thought I'll be able to finish this in a single chapter, but I think a max of 3 wouldn't sound so bad. I can't write continuously or my head will explode omg

I'm not sure about the holding weapons thing, but I included it here based off how they tested Mina to have great aptitude for guns. I also recall a chapter saying Soshiro's combat power for firearms is so low, hence why he's a close quarters combatant.

Also, about the Kaiju No. 3 thingy, It's not gonna be canon compliant since we don't have any info on that identified Kaiju so I'll just be making stuff up for the sake of this fic lol.

#kaiju no. 8 #narumi gen x reader #kn8 writing #axia writes for fun #kn8 x reader #gen narumi #narumi gen fluff

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thatsrightice · 2 years ago

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HOW TO BECOME A FIGHTER PILOT

So as you may or may not know, I am writing a fanfic. Unfortunately for me, I can never do things half way, and because aviation is my passion I must do hours of research on a particular subject that I probably won't even use or reference in said fanfic. Here is a guide for how our favorite characters (probably) became fighter pilots. If there are inaccuracies let me know, I want to know :)

United States Naval Academy

The USNA is an undergraduate college that is a combination of academics and military development programs. Students who want to go into Flight School could qualify with one of a variety of different majors, but there are particular majors that obviously may provide a bit of an advantage to aspiring pilots. The USNA currently offers a variety of different majors and minors, though there are fewer than you might expect from a typical university, and overall the degrees are more tailored towards the Navy. They encourage participation in athletics in the form of a Varsity or club/intramural sport(1).

NOTE: Maverick likely attended a regular college and was a part of the Naval ROTC program at that school. He would have gotten his degree in a field relevant to aviation, likely Mechanical Engineering given his mechanical aptitude seen in Top Gun Maverick, and then attended the 13-week program called Officer Candidate School. To be honest, Maverick’s path within the Navy is a mess and impossible to follow but in the most straightforward scenario, he would go to flight school following Officer Candidate School.

Flight School

Flight School is an approximately 2-year-long program that is required for Naval Aviators to earn their wings. Primarily located at the “Cradle of Naval Aviation” aka Pensacola, FL, flight school consists of many different phases that will divide students into different specializations.

1. Naval Introductory Flight Evaluation (NIFE)

Divided into four phases, NIFE is a program that evaluates students’ aeronautical aptitude as well as screens them to ensure they’re capable of becoming aviators. Students may earn a “pink sheet” for any score below 80% or a failure of a task, requiring them to stand before a panel of instructors to explain why they failed and how they plan to improve. Too many pink sheets result in removal from the program(2).

1a. Water Survival Training Following medical clearance, students are taught and tested on their ability to swim while wearing flight gear as well as formerly instructed on various survival techniques and CPR(2).

1b. Academics A 3-week phase where students take classes and exams in five subjects. It is condensed to test a student’s ability to retain information, learn new information in a high-stress environment, and challenge their self-discipline in regard to time management and other areas(2).

1c. Introductory Flight Screening (IFS) Students are entered into a 2-week-long modified civilian flight training program where one week is dedicated to ground school courses before they must conduct a series of flights in a Cessna using Navy flight procedures during the second week. Students had to memorize and prioritize information to complete the flights, specifically in regard to conducting pre-flight briefings and emergency procedures. Overall, they’ll conduct seven flights in which they are required to complete a set of standardized maneuvers(2).

1d. Aviation Physiology A week-long training course that consists of emergency-specific training evolutions such as the hypoxia chamber, emergency first aid, and the “helo dunker.” The “helo dunker” (from what I understand) is a particular training device that consists of strapping a pilot into a cockpit-like or helicopter contraption within a pool and submerging the entire structure under the water, simulating an environment in which their aircraft has landed in the water and they need to escape from the seat(3). An image of this can be seen below(2).

The Top Gun cast had to undergo a similar training course in order to be allowed to fly in military airplanes for filming. A video of some of their training can be viewed below.

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2b. Aviation Pre-Flight Indoctrination

A 6-week long program that marks the beginning of the aviation pipeline. Located in Pensacola, FL, students attend classes covering the basics of aerodynamics, weather in relation to aviation, air navigation, flight rules and regulations, and aircraft engines and systems (3).

Prior to API, those interested in becoming Radar Intercept Officers (RIO) will have expressed their interest and requested a designation as a Naval Flight Officer (NFO).

2c. Primary Flight Training

A 6-month-long program that teaches the students the basics of flying. There are two locations for Primary, one at Training Air Wing 5 at Naval Air Station Whiting Field in Pensacola, FL, or Training Air Wing 4 at Naval Air Station Corpus Christi in Corpus Christi, TX. Both Naval Air Stations (NAS) are taught the same curriculum and fly the same aircraft, the T-6 Texan II. The students learn about the instruments, flight basics, radio instrument navigation, formation flying, and aerobatics, and also conduct several solo flights. At the end of Primary, students choose which pipeline they would like. This is conducted depending on the needs of the Navy and how many spots are available(3).

Obviously, Iceman, Slider, Goose, Cougar, and everyone else got Jets, though they may not have gone through flight school at the same time.

2d. Intermediate Flight Training

Intermediate Flight Training is a 27-week program. Split into five platforms; Jet, E2/C2, Helicopter, Maritime, and E-6 TACAMO. The jet platform flight training focuses more on navigation, air traffic control, individual skills, and cooperative skills of flying jets. The intermediate flight training program for jets is located at Meridian, MS (Training Air Wing One) at either VT-7 or VT-9, and Kingsville, TX (Training Air Wing Two) at either VT-21 or VT-22, both of which teach the same curriculum. Students in the jet platform will complete 58 graded flights in the T-45C Goshawk jet trainer aircraft(3).

2e. Advanced Flight Training

Similar to Intermediate Flight Training, the program is split into five platforms but lasts 23 weeks. The students will probably have stayed with the same training squadron throughout the intermediate and advanced flight training. This stage includes learning skills specific to the chosen platform. The Advanced Flight Training program for jets is what’s called the Strike Syllabus. The Strike Syllabus includes an additional 67 graded flights in the T-45 covering air combat maneuvers, low-level navigation, tactical formation flying, and aircraft carrier qualifications. Students will then graduate from Advanced Flight Training with the Wings of Gold(3).

3. Squadron Selection

The final selection process assigns naval aviators to a particular squadron based on the needs of the service. Naval Aviators are assigned to a fleet replacement squadron or other similar training assignments for further training on their specific aircraft type. Here, RIOs and pilots must become qualified by gaining the required flight hours and meeting the proficiency standards necessary.

NOTE: It’s kind of hard to figure out when exactly the RIO training occurs. I know it takes place over the course of all the primary through advanced training occurs as well but I’m not sure if they have to attend seperate courses for it.

TOPGUN

From there, pilots and RIOs may have been moved to their first official squadron for deployment. They would have been in their first squadron for approximately one and a half years, deploying with them. Their squadron would come back from a deployment and during the stand-down time before their next deployment, their commanding officer would select them to go to TOPGUN.

Sources

(1) https://www.usna.edu/homepage.php

(2) https://www.navy.mil/Press-Office/News-Stories/Article/2944668/nife-lays-foundation-for-naval-aviation-training/

(3) https://www.cnatra.navy.mil/tw4/flight-school.asp

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*Loud gasp* Oh my gosh I’ve got the perfect one!

What if the Despair Time and Eden’s Garden classes…were to merge? That’s right, all 32 of them together! Who’d get along? Who would butt heads? What dynamics, hijinks, and unexpected friendships would form? There are two situations I’m thinking of…

A killing game scenario. For additional context, assume that Tozu and Mara have adopted MonoTV as their pet and all three are hosts together. Also, the building is a combination of both settings, with Eden’s Garden Academy serving as the ground floor, its boiler room and storage closets beneath, and then two upper floors being the floors we know of from Despair Time (playground, relaxation room, movie room, DT cast’s dorms, etc). Anyone can use an elevator to reach all floors freely. Of course, there’ll also be a huge trial room to accommodate all of them.

A non-killing game AU; feel free to include Mai here. For this one, I’m unsure if I’d like them all to be part of one big class or just two really close-knit classes that happen to frequently overlap with activities. Go with whichever would fit better for you. The same questions at the very top still apply, but now with the setting of a typical school life; studying, tests, people hanging out when they have downtime, maybe occasional field trips, etc.

Funnily enough, I have considered this very concept a couple times! It’s fun to smush characters together like this as a thought experiment, lol. However, 32 characters means there’s a gigantic amount of dynamics to consider, so I’ll mostly highlight the ones I find most interesting in both a killing game and non killing game setting. Let’s go!

Spoilers for DRDT CH2, P:EG CH1. CW: Murder, suicide, execution, (implied) eating disorders, bullying, harassment (Arturo).

(Btw for the non-killing game I’m assuming they’re all a single class, not that it changes much. And for the killing game, I imagine a merge of the DRDT and P:EG lore, though obviously it’s hard to imagine the details when we know little about both of them)

(Also expect zero structure I am just bringing up people in a random order :v)

MonoTV & Tozu & Mara

Starting with the mascots! MonoTV and Tozu would make for a pretty silly duo. The fun part of this is that MonoTV, being generally less dramatic than Tozu, would probably irritate the guy in humorous ways, while still showing him up in things like… actually having ideas for motives from the start and such. Basically Tozu regrets adopting the damn thing and wishes to punt it into the sun more often than not.

However, Mara likes it, so Tozu keeps it around. She finds it entertaining, and it helps that Mara doesn’t have to worry about the students destroying it, since it has its own ways to “punish” them without needing Mara’s help.

Teruko & Damon

Protag duo rise up! Damon would obviously scoff at the idea of an Ultimate who gets into whatever the Hope’s Peak/Eden’s Garden Academy amalgam in this universe is through luck alone. However, Teruko wouldn’t really let that bother her, and she’d make fun of him for other stuff too. You know Teruko’s dynamic with Charles from the start of CH1? Yeah that but with Damon. They probably wouldn’t interact much by choice outside of a killing game, but their shared aptitude for class trials would mean they end up tolerating each other more in a killing game setting.

Charles & Damon

They both actually have similar views on talent at the start, so they’d actually get along quite quickly. Assuming Charles actually sees “Debater” as a worthwhile talent, that is. They probably would be kind of outcasts in a school environment (well, until Whit and Mai manage to drag Charles into the group, then maybe Damon will follow him and be more social), but in any killing game, Charles’ hemophobia will still presumably speed up his arc as it does in canon. Then, I’d assume Charles would have a talk with Damon like he had with Teruko in 2-3, trying to get him to be less an asshole, basically.

Min & Eva

Eva’s talent wouldn’t be a secret for long I think. Min, being a massive fucking nerd, would probably recognize the name of the person who solved the Riemann Hypothesis (as Eva is implied to in her FTEs), and thus would question how she’s the Ultimate Liar and not the Ultimate Mathematician or something like that. Cue a bit of questioning later, and Ultimate Mathlete comes to light. I think Min would share the sentiment that “Mathlete” is underselling it a bit, and would tell the others off if they tried to make fun of her for it. Not that it would work very well coming from the Ultimate Student, but you know. I think Eva would tolerate Min, at least, and surely they’d have fun discussing math together, at least.

I don’t know what Eva’s reaction to Min’s secret (poisoning competition) would be, though. Like, I imagine she’d understand it, considering how EG CH1 went, but it’s not an easy thing to learn about someone. They might stay friends outside a killing game, but I can imagine that inside of one, Eva would make a show of distancing herself from Min and being disgusted by her actions, only to then poison someone herself to try and pass it off as Min’s murder. Maybe.

Veronika & Eva/Damon

I don’t think anyone from the EG cast is as obviously fucked up as Arturo, so no matter the context, I’m pretty sure Vero would still hang around him the most. However, Damon and Eva have enough obvious bullshit going on that Vero would have fun psychoanalyzing them! Probably. Both of them hate it, a lot, and try to avoid Vero if possible.

Whit & Toshiko

Matchmaker duo! Although they have slightly different approaches to their talent (Whit only matchmakes as a job, while Toshiko seemed to be pretty ready to do it for fun when the idea of shared rooms was brought up), they would probably have quite a bit to talk about. Their combined gremlin energy can reach critical levels really fast, though, so it’s gotta be monitored. I can also imagine Toshiko helping Whit get with Charles with his bad luck in dating, at least outside of a killing game.

I don't think Whit would think too much of Toshiko's secret. Maybe he'd tease her about it for a bit, but he'd stop when he noticed she's genuinely bothered by it. Toshiko would find Whit's secret understandable... unless Whit actually talks about his mom to Toshiko before the reveal, in which case she'd probably be slightly unsettled in retrospect, but eventually she wouldn't think too much of it either.

Levi & Diana

Another matching talents duo, this time fashion related! I can imagine that it’s Diana who approaches Levi first, wanting to connect with someone through their talent. They also both have a thing for doing what others want from them (being “a good person” in Levi’s case, and Diana’s whole chameleon thing), so I can see them finding some common ground there. Their dynamic would be pretty similar to Levi’s dynamic with Eden, I imagine.

The big question is how Diana would react to Levi’s secret, both the murders and his lack of empathy. Ultimately, I think she’d try to see the best in him and still consider him a good person, because Diana is great, but she'd be uncomfortable around him for a while. For the murder, not the lack of empathy thing.

Eden & Diana

I mentioned Eden before, because let’s be honest, her and Diana are relatively similar. Together in a killing game, their hope would shine incredibly bright, if I may say. Eden would definitely support Diana’s chameleon speech if she gives it, and they’d team up on their quests to reach out to those who separate themselves from the group, like Teruko and Eva- okay the more I write about them the more similarities I see lol. And outside of a killing game? Well, then we need to combine them with-

Eden & Mai & Diana

It’s too much positivity in one spot! We’re reaching critical levels of wholesomeness, we need to emergency exit right now!!!

Btw, I don’t think I need to say it, but outside of the killing game everyone would love Mai, EG cast included. That’s, like, the point of her character. But she’s not really present in a killing game, right?

Mai & Cara

Though they’d probably never interact in the killing game, the amount of narrative haunting these two got going on would combine into the biggest narrative haunted house you’ve ever seen.

Ace & Ingrid & Jean

Ace originally gravitated to Levi in the killing game because he felt safer around someone as strong as the Stylist, only to later fall out due to the whole death threat situation. Jean and Ingrid have the same quality of bringing safety through their evident strength, but without the death threats, so I imagine Ace would hang around them quite a bit. Especially if Levi still gets pissed off at Ace in the first trial, which I feel Ingrid in particular wouldn’t let slide as easily as the DRDT cast in general did. Also I can imagine both of them being pretty good at reminding Ace to eat properly after his secret reveal, and stopping him from bullying Nico as much as in canon, so those are pluses.

Although, Ace might not even bully Nico anyways. Because-

Ace & Toshiko

With Toshiko being the smallest and physically weakest across both casts (I'm assuming Eden's stronger than her surely), I think it's likely that Ace would target her more so than Nico. She's not as shy as Nico, which is kinda the actual reason Ace went after them, but the point stands. However, I don't think Ace would get very far, since Ingrid would absolutely put an end to it before it can get too bad. Also I don't think Toshiko would try to kill the guy so. Would probably go better than canon DRDT.

David & Kai & Cassidy

I imagine Kai and Cassidy would know David due to being terminally online, but David probably wouldn’t recognize them. Cassidy doesn’t mind, Kai’s ego is hurt a bit. Regardless, neither of them can get as close to David as Xander due to David actually knowing about Xander before meeting him.

In a non-killing game setting, I’ve always imagined two possibilities. Either David never lets the mask slip until everyone parts ways at the end of their school years, in which case he’d stay on friendly terms with everyone even if he's miserable the whole time, or he’d slowly stop forcing himself to be so cheery all the time, which the others would obviously understand as well. Kai and Cassidy are included in that.

However, in the killing game, we know David doesn’t slowly drop the act as he gets more comfortable, but rather goes from 0 to 100 in a matter of seconds. David’s crash out would freak a lot of the cast out the same way it shook the DRDT cast, but these two in particular would be greatly affected.

David & Wolfgang & Damon

David and Wolfgang had very similar reactions to their respective secret motives in their killing games, so they’d become quick allies and co-leaders due to that. The main point of contention would be that Wolfgang wanted private discussions, while David wanted people to say their secret aloud. However, that comes from the fact that DRDT’s secret motive included an universal secret reveal and David wanted to cause a murder before that point, while EG’s version was just blackmail without a reveal.

If the motive is like EG’s, then I think David would agree with discussing them privately. If it’s like DRDT’s, I think Wolfgang could be convinced to David’s strategy, as long as David didn’t reveal that he actually wanted a murder to happen. Because I think Wolfgang genuinely didn’t want bloodshed, so he’d just agree to it to make the reveal less impactful when it happened. Basically he'd also fall for David's plan.

On another note, because of this team up between Wolfgang and David, I think Damon would end up disliking David at first, maybe even seeing through David’s persona like Teruko did.

Finally, there’s still David’s official heel turn to talk about. I would fucking love to see “Evil” David in a discussion against Damon and Wolfgang. Not because they’re equally matched or anything; Damon and Wolfgang are much better at actually debating than David, but David’s the Ultimate Shit Talker. I think it’d be fun to watch him rile the other two up with lies and play-acting. It’d probably fall to other people, like Teruko, Charles, Eva, etc., to actually stay calm enough against his act to think clearly. Maybe Wolfgang and Damon would also get there eventually, but I think it’d take them longer.

Xander & Wolfgang

They actually wouldn’t have much of a reason to talk to each other much, I don’t think. Outside of a killing game, they don’t really have any common ground to discuss, beyond maybe some super personal family stuff. Maybe Xander would recognize Wolfgang’s mom, though, which could lead to some interesting conversations depending on what happened with her. They’d be friendly with each other, but not particularly close or anything.

And the same could be said of the situation inside a killing game… except that eventually, Wolfgang would come to be extremely pissed off at Xander. See, because Xander stabbing Teruko clearly has some pretty large implications for DRDT’s plot, it would likely still happen in the case of a lore merge of sorts. And Wolfgang wouldn’t exactly be happy that Xander chose to attack a woman he barely knew anything about for reasons no one really knows at the start.

Teruko & Wolfgang

Which leads to the trial after Teruko gets stabbed, and I actually think Wolfgang would quickly jump to Teruko’s defense. Barring Charles and Teruko herself, Wolfgang is probably better at solving murders than the entire rest of the DRDT cast combined (/affectionate), so he’d spot the problems with the idea that Teruko killed Xander and would back her up. Of course, who actually would kill Xander in this universe is impossible to know, since his death is entirely a result of Teruko’s luck, but we know it probably wouldn’t be Teruko herself. It could even be Wolfgang himself who kills Xander, in which case the dynamic would be different, but I’m assuming for this hypothetical that Xander’s murderer would be someone else.

Anyways. Because of this perceived team up during the trial, Wolfgang would try to reach out to Teruko after its end, only to be pushed away as Teruko begins her “fuck everyone else here” arc in earnest. He’d probably try for a little bit, but once he sees the discord her actions are causing, he’d allow her to push herself away without further intervention. He wants to keep the group together, so if someone’s gonna cause issues, he’s not gonna let them in. Not everyone thinks that way, though.

Teruko & Eden & Eva & Diana

I mentioned this in the Eden & Diana section, but these four would end up being a weird little group of “the two who are trying to distance themselves from everyone” and “the two who won’t let them.” You can add the rest of the Baking Squad (+ Mai) here in a non-killing game AU, since Teruko wouldn’t want to push them away, but in a killing game situation, she’d do just that as I established.

Diana and Eden’s crusade on Eva don’t last too long, though, as the Traitor Perk would probably still be a thing she takes. While she probably wouldn’t draw first blood, as Xander’s attempt on Teruko’s life happens shortly after the first motive announcement (not even the after the motive; after the announcement that there will be a motive), Eva would still try to kill soon after with the same reasoning as canon. I don’t know if she’d still target Wolfgang, but I’d say it’s likely.

This also means that it would be Eva who gets ordered by Teruko to try and attack the mastermind. I figure she’d try, because why the hell not. But I think she’d go for Tozu, only for MonoTV to pull a “get down mister president!” and get destroyed in his stead, right before Mara shoots Eva just enough to get her down while leaving her alive for her execution. Cue DefaultTV scene, though if Min is still alive (which of course she is, I’m the one making the AU after all), we might get some interesting reaction out of her after the XF-Ture Tech line. I can’t tell what would happen later, though, because the purpose of the killing game in a merge like this could change, and with it the decisions of the masterminds. In any case, Teruko lives due to Luck and Eva gets executed.

I don’t know where the killing game would go from there, by the way. Ace maybe wouldn’t crash out as hard as he did in canon with Jean and Ingrid on his side, but maybe he would. It's especially unlikely since Nico's murder attempt would be less probable with Ace bullying Toshiko instead.* So. Yeah. Back to your regularly scheduled character-dynamic-with-no-extra-plot headcanons!

*Yes I know Ace was already planning to murder before the Nico attempt in canon, but again, I think that's less likely with Jean and Ingrid in the picture.

Rose & Ulysses

Narcoleptic duo! Funnily enough, I actually think the more interesting part of this dynamic is their memory. Ulysses would probably envy Rose’s photographic memory, while Rose would probably envy Ulsysses’… lack of that. Though I can see her taking up the habit of writing things down to remember them, since her memory is lacking in other areas. She wouldn’t need to keep the book, anyways; she could just write it in pencil and erase it since she’d remember the text no matter what :p

J & Mark

Chill buddies! They'd stick together without necessarily talking too much. When they do, though, it's usually J complaining about fame with Mark quietly and repeatedly agreeing. They both have halfway hidden identities, so even while J probably recognizes Mayhem and likely enjoys his music, she doesn't bring it up too much as long as Mark doesn't bother her about being a Rosales (which he wouldn't). J would actually drive off Jett in both killing game and non killing game scenarios, as she'd notice Mark isn't vibing with his energy all that much (and she doesn't really either), and would voice that earlier than Mark. Because of that, Jett would hang out with Cassidy more often in these AUs. Maybe.

Xander & Cassidy

Absolutely recognize each other. Xander watches Cassidy's streams, and Cassidy knows what Xander does. They become very quick friends as a result, sorta like Xander with David. In a killing game AU, Cassidy would be really torn up by Xander's murder attempt and subsequent death, trying to argue that he must have had some reason to do it. Although I don't think she'd do the shit David did in the name of Xander's ideals, but you get the idea.

Xander & Wenona

There's gotta be some kind of beef here. I imagine Xander would repeatedly try to rile her up into some kind of discussion, only for Wenona to scoff and quickly cut that off. They'd probably cool down outside of a killing game eventually, but Wenona wouldn't be too upset at Xander's death inside of one.

Arturo & Wenona

Wenona is, I think, the character from EG that Arturo is most likely to find as a "beautiful person." Even if she's not that famous since she doesn't really do public appearances, she is filthy rich. This leads to Wenona understandably hating and being disgusted by the dude. She'd probably threaten him with lawyers outside of a killing game, and would just stay far away from him inside of one.

Ace & Grace

The loudest room in the world is the one that contains these two. They would exchange insults very often, and the others always have to intervene to stop them from going into hours long shouting matches. Beyond that, Grace would hate the idea that Ace is an Ultimate who doesn't practice, since she takes her talent so seriously. Damon would also judge Ace for that, but Grace would be more vocal about it. Would make for a fun dynamic me thinks.

Nico & Eloise & Desmond

Nico and Eloise have relatively similar personalities, so I think they'd get along well enough. Desmond would therefore end up hanging out with the both of them a lot, acting as a sort of anchor for one of the chillest trios of characters around.

Hu & Ingrid

Mom friends unite! They'd get along by trying to get everyone in the cast to get along and be nice to each other. Hu's shorter temper can also be kept in check by Ingrid, though I don't think Ingrid would really stop Hu's shouting match with David after his magical girl transformation. Their relationship might strain when Hu's secret is revealed, though, because I can see a world where Ingrid starts treating her with more care when she finds out about Hu's attempts, which would bother Hu. However, with some healthy communication (which might genuinely be possible with these two; a miracle, I know), Ingrid would agree to stop and their relationship would mend.

Arei & Diana

You remember that thing about Diana and Eden being so similar that a lot of the potential arcs end up being kinda similar? Yeah. Arei's meltdown in the playground could be triggered by Diana instead of Eden without much issue.

However, would Arei's arc even happen with the EG cast in the building? In the killing game, Arei ends up genuinely believing she can get better because she finds out David "perfect Inspirational Speaker" Chiem kinda sucks, so she comes to the conclusion that "good people" don't exist and thus she and David can be "less shitty together." However, that's because everyone else in DRDT is clearly insane, so it's not hard for Arei to go "even Eden must have done something to hurt someone," because Eden ends up being the only real counterexample to the "no such thing as a good person" philosophy.

But in the EG cast, you have Ingrid (whose secret is that she uses out of date cleaning supplies, so we know she isn't hiding any crazy skeletons in her closet probably), Diana (we don't know her secret but there's no indication there's anything wrong with her), and maybe Jean and Wolfgang, depending on how seriously Arei would take the "wolfish mind" secret or if she even finds out about it. Because of that, it's worth asking whether the larger amount of counterexamples to the philosophy would mean Arei doesn't come the same conclusions as in canon DRDT.

Ultimately, I do think Arei would still reach the same mentality, just with more caveats. "Even Eden and Ingrid and Diana and Wolfgang and Jean must have done something to hurt someone" doesn't roll off the tongue so much, but it's still similar to the thing Arei said in canon and works, so Arei would probably try to change for the better in these AUs too.

Nico & Jett

Since Jett would have a harder time approaching Mark with J hanging around him, he'd probably try to find some other shy person to become a bro to, and Nico kinda fits. Nico would also appreciate the outfit, probably, since they'd find wolf masks cool. I think Nico still wouldn't be too receptive of Jett's energy, but I think they'd get comfortable with him faster than Mark seems to be getting comfortable with Jett in canon. Maybe. Idk.

Whit & Cassidy

The prime shenanigan causers in the combined cast, with puns and hijinks for days. Cassidy would probably ignore Whit's secret and continue causing mayhem with him until the very end.

Teruko & Jean

Believe it or not, I actually think Teruko would like hanging out around the guy, at least before she starts pushing people away post CH1. I say that because Teruko does seem to have enjoyed hanging around Xander before the Situation, and Jean has a similar boisterous and generally positive attitude as him. I don't think Teruko would necessarily seek him out or anything, but they'd enjoy just kinda chilling together.

Okay look I need to cut myself off at some point or I could talk about this forever. I invite whoever has thoughts on this to talk about it more, because there's a lot that could be done with this concept, but I can't be writing this post for the next year so I'm leaving it here. Hope it was enough for you! Thanks for the ask, this was a lot of fun!

#drdt #ask #p:eg #project eden’s garden #drdt ensemble posting tag #p:eg ensemble posting tag #drdt p:eg crossover au #i guess?

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Shades of Secrecy

A spy AU Nanami Kento x reader story

Summary: It had been your lifelong dream to become a spy - the secret keeper of the country. When you got the acceptance call, life had never felt more beautiful before. Under many shades, many stories, many aliases, you spent your dream life. Though you may have more secrets than anyone else, life yet had one more beautiful surprise to give you.

Word count: 9.3K words

naomi's notes: not based on canon events, alternate universe, nobody is a sorcerer

It was the moment of your dreams when you stepped off the car that brought you to your reporting headquarters. It was still hard to believe that your childhood dream of being a spy and serving your country has become reality. Saying you had worked hard was a grand understatement, as since your childhood you had studied hard, pressing yourself beyond your limits to get the good, straight-As, to qualify as a spy.

Ever since you had seen a spy movie in your early childhood, and read about them, your obsession had only grown like a fire in the forest, as you began training and exercising, limiting your voice, and joining academies for acrobatics and weapon-wielding, spending your holidays learning survival or foreign languages, going to lengths to steer clear from a problematic medical and criminal record, and even choosing degrees relevant to that. So it was only natural, with all this effort, that you should become a spy.

You had cleared all tests with flying colours, and your name was one of the few qualifying candidates.

The first few weeks went quite peacefully, you and the new recruits having gotten no mission, which was unusual seeing the state of unrest in your country. The world was on the verge of another grand-scale war, your country included, and the governments had mobilized their military, foreign ministry and intelligence agencies. The military was training and cooking up gadgets in case of war erupting, the foreign ministries were searching for allies and the agencies were diligently collecting all the secrets, plans and relevant data they can.

Given your inexperience in battle but aptitude with documentation, you had been assigned to spending your days with paperwork and intelligence assembly. You were beginning to get bored, and it wasn’t until the second month of your recruitment that you finally were summoned alongside a colleague, Ashley Greenwood, to a mission.

Evidently, a spy in the other country was stuck, their cover having gotten blown, and the task was to retrieve the data that the spy was supposed to be bringing, but was now in custody of the jailer. You were to go under cover as an official from the country, and should only show yourselves when need be, since the country’s government has clearly renounced from taking any responsibility of their spies. What’s more, is that if you fail, you are on your own, since there are no more spies to spare.

The mission was expected to be a failure, seeing all higher-ranking spies were previously occupied, and the younger ones were given the task. But with your aptitude, and Ashley’s agility, you managed to surprise the authorities by bringing home the data and the spy.

Finally recognizing your potential, the authorities listed your and Ashley’s name as ‘starred’, evidently meaning you might be chosen later for even more missions.

In the spy agency hierarchy, the highest grade was Grade One, and all the rookies started at Grade Six. You and Ashley were put at Grade Five, with probation. Should you fail the next mission, whenever given, you’ll be sent back to Grade Six. If you make it back alive.

You two were lounging in the intelligence room one day, your days again dull in the absence of a new mission, when a knock on the door announced the arrival of a boy, asking for ‘Miss L/N.’

“The intelligence officer is asking for you.”

It turns out that they finally found a mission for you, and you were to be assisting another spy.

It made you exhilarated and nervous simultaneously to know you’ll be accompanying a Grade One. None other than Kento Nanami.

A few years your senior, Kento Nanami was nothing short of a prodigy around your workplace. The only spy to have made it to Grade One without going through Grades Three and Two – direct jump to One – no mission he took ever failed. His calm and collected demeanor was famous throughout the area, with people afraid to approach him due to his ‘gruff’ nature. Master of disguises and the genius behind several successful operations, it was no wonder he was that popular. What’s more, he has already been classified as the very few “reliable under torture” category of spies.

Amongst the spies you had deeply studied, he was one of them, and his profile had intrigued you the most. So while it was your extreme joy to be paired with your ideal, it terrified you of what would happen should you fail to meet his expectations.

Your handler told you to meet your newest partner at the reception three hours later, where he will fill you in on the mission.

At the time you were instructed, you head towards the reception lounge, your mind a nervous wreck and you wringing your fingers as you think of the best method to introduce yourself.

You push the glass doors, seeing the receptionist sit behind the allotted desk, with her crew. The moment you step in the doors, a deep voice emerged, “You’re on time.”

You whirl around, while every other person saluted, to see a tall, blonde-haired young man, his face already showing the brutalities of life he has had to suffer. A tan-coloured suit on his body, perfection from his shoes’ shine to the angle at which his hair was styled, gave you the impression of a no-nonsense person. Fixing the watch on his wrist, he raised his head to look at you, and his eyes were hidden behind a pair of green glasses.

One of his eyes was also hidden behind an eyepatch, while the same half of his face looked like it was burnt brutally. Yet, instead of making you fear him, it only gave you the impression that he was a fighter by nature.

As he walked to meet you, you move forward, and bend down as custom. “Pleasure to meet you.”

He bent down too. “Likewise.”

The moment you two straightened, he extended a formal hand. “Kento Nanami.”

“Y/N L/N, sir. I am assigned to you.”

“That I am aware of. I suppose you have not been yet briefed?”

As you shake your head no, he gestured towards a pair of sofas nearby, and while you two sit, the servants rushing to place a glass of water and newspaper, he explained the mission.

With the chances of war escalating, an agent who was infiltrating the defence ministry of your greatest enemy, had finally found some data regarding their concrete plans to attack. Someone had gotten suspicious about the aforementioned spy, and had reported her to the higher-ups, initiating an investigation and posing a threat for her life. Before it escalated into something critically dangerous, you two were tasked to go undercover as doctors coming to visit a high-level patient, the spy in question, and to collect the data.

The way he spoke showed the authority he wielded and the respect his manner demanded, and he had definitely surprised you.

All the while he talked, explaining things brick by brick, gently answering your questions, and even though his entire conversation was highly formal, punctuated without a single smile, not even a hint of harshness or superiority emanated from his words. While you listened, focused, all you could think about was how wrong people were and how frightened they had you by drilling inside you a fear of Kento Nanami.

“Seeing you have no more questions, I’ll wrap it up. Please be here tomorrow, prepared, by afternoon.” As he stood up to take his leave, you followed suit. “I don’t have any other rules, seeing the guidebook for the agency has you covered, except one. Our mission is one, and I have my priorities sorted out. Are you familiar with rule 31?”

“Yes, sir,” you say, " 'should a spy be in any dire situation jeopardizing the mission’s success, the comrades in question are to leave him behind'".

"Precisely. So you are aware, that while I will be assisting you, should such an unfortunate event happen, I will have no other choice. Clear?"

"Absolutely, sir."

Before he left out the doors, he turned one more time. “Since we’re partners, and I’m not your professor, you need not refer to me as ‘sir’.”

“Noted. But what would you like to be referred to with? Your surname?”

“You are aware of the fake identities assigned to us, so you refer to me with that and I will do the same for you.”

You nod and follow him as he walks speedily ahead.

********

That mission went a success.

Back in three weeks, you and Nanami retrieved the data required.

While the way he moulded into disguises seamlessly, his calm and cool demeanour even when their cover was nearly blown, and the way he always had a plan B up his sleeve impressed you, he never once pointed out the blunders you made harshly. Instead, he explained what could have gone wrong and shown the better way you could have opted for.

All throughout the journey, he didn’t say anything unless required. All that came out of him was medical terms until and unless he was in a place where he was sure nobody would hear him.

You two complemented each other’s skill sets. He excelled in secrecy, strategy and fighting while you made up for it with your fluency in foreign languages and agility when needed to fight.

At the end of your journey, while you two were seated in the car intended to drive you back to headquarters, you tell him, “thank you, sir.”

“For precisely what?”

“For guiding me. I hope we’ll work again in the future.”

“That was my duty. Looking forward to more opportunities with you.”

As you stepped outside, taking a deep breath of the air of the place you called home after three months, his voice halted you again.

“L/N, keep your good work up. We need people like you.”

Those words swelled your chest beyond imagination with joy.

********

Over the next few months, you got more missions, some solo and others paired with other spies. But you never got paired with Nanami again.

The global war had begun a month ago, with the launch of a nuclear weapon on a European nation, and since your country was one of the superpowers and leading nations, it had expectations to fulfil, so all of you were heavily occupied. The higher-ups were on the run for more intelligence while the lower graders were assigned with creating reports and keeping a lookout for anything on the radar.

You had begun to become habitual of nightly routines, reducing your sleep schedule from eight hours a day to three or two hours, spending all day and all night on the computer, giving orders and sending messages to the spies on duty. You didn’t mind, since it gave you a chance to meet Nanami often, him knocking on your office door to give you a list of reports to send him or another pile of data to have classified and saved in the records.

Seeing your efficiency with computers, you were constantly on the run to work for Grade Ones and Twos, therefore giving more chances of working beside Nanami. Often, it would be the two of you in the building, working late at night, one’s computer’s keyboard typing matching the other’s. Though you wished for a chance to get to know the reserved spy even more.

Occasionally, you were given the nightly shift to guard the building as well. It was late one night when you were busy on your computer, the night guard being you, and you were alone since you had persuaded Ashley to go and have some rest. Truth was, you liked the secrecy and personal space the night gave you.

The slight swing of the door, its shrill sound squeaking, made you jump to your feet. Your thundering heartbeat slowed when you see Nanami’s face peeking through the door.

“Pardon my intrusion. I had supposed someone had forgotten to turn the lights off.”

“No, sir, don't apologize. Would you like to come in?”

With a nod, he pushed the door even wider and came inside. His suit coat off, he was wearing a blue dress shirt and tan-coloured slacks, a coffee cup in his hand, hair still as perfect as if he weren’t going to bed anytime soon.

“May I ask what you’re doing? I wasn’t expecting to see anyone at this time of the night.”

“It’s my guard duty. And anyways I was wrapping up the reading of some reports.” Your eyes darted from the screen to his face as you answered.

“Are you sure you’re comfortable? It must be hard sitting on a chair for hours, I imagine.”

“Why, of course, thank you for asking. Though,” you replied, your fingers dancing on the keyboard, “I am fine. May I ask what are you doing at this late hour?”

“I happen to like the library.”

You look up, a smile spreading. “The library?”

He nodded, and seeing he was still standing, you immediately draw a chair facing you. “Excuse my manners. Please be seated.”

“Thank you.”

Still formal as ever.

Now that he was seated, in your lamp’s light, you see the book he’s holding. A history one.

“You’re fond of history too?” You squeal excitedly, only to blush and realize your outspokenness the moment he met your gaze, eyebrow raised.

“Of course. I assume you too, with your answers in the entry tests?”

You halt. “Did you check my tests?”

“Not grade them, rather I reviewed them.” He causally said, eyes not leaving his book. “What languages are you fluent in?”

“Russian, Japanese, English, French, Spanish. Currently learning German.”

His eyebrows were raised, as if highly impressed. “Well done. Je peux aussi parler quatre langues, même si vous m'étonnez.”

(translation: I can also speak four languages, though you surprise me.)

You stare at him. “Pouvez-vous aussi parler français?”

(translation: can you also speak French?)

He nodded, while sipping his coffee, until he looked at his watch. “It’s past midnight, already. Shouldn’t you be heading home?”

“I…actually come from another city. So I stay either here or at Ashley’s.”

“I see. Might I stay here tonight?”

“Why of course.”

It was you and him, his fingers sliding over the smooth pages of his book while the only noise interrupting the sacred silence was your keyboard. You, feeling uncomfortable with the silence, break it. “There’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you for a while, since our mission. What are your comments regarding my skills? Where is ground for improvement?”

“You are competent enough. However, what you can work on is your strategizing. Rushing head-on isn’t always the answer, and your life isn’t that worthless to be thrown away. Moreover, you need to learn completely immersing yourself in the role you’re assigned.”

“Do you think you could teach me?” You blurt out, eagerness in your tone, and he rubbed his chin.

“I may not be the best person for that-”

“If I may, I would like you to teach me. You’re my idol.” Even you were surprised with your boldness.

He looked at you with a hint of surprise. “Very well. Though you flatter me, I’ll teach you, but please forgive me for I cannot manage my time for now. I’ll inform you when I shall be able to do so.”

You excitedly nod.

“We will get replaced someday, and we need to ensure our successors are competent. Keep challenging yourself. Extend your boundaries. There’s no limit to the heights you’ll reach.”

“Do you truly believe that?”

“Of course. What you’ve chosen is not for the faint of heart. And when you have, fulfil the responsibility handed to you.”

You smile to yourself and bend your head to your work again. “How long have you been working here?”

“First tell me, tea or coffee?”

“Huh?” You ask, bewildered, up at him to see another cup in his hand. “Coffee, I guess.”

He passed the steaming cup to you, while he answered, “I have actually lost count. I believe five or six years.”

“Have you ever grown tired of your job?”

“Not yet. I don’t think I ever will.”

While you hum serenely, you bomb another question, “sorry to keep interrupting you, but how often can you get a promotion?”

“Don’t apologize for asking. And, it depends on your performance.”

“Then you must have been extraordinary.”

“I wouldn’t think of myself like that. It was pure luck.”

“Don’t do this injustice to yourself. And on another note, could you guide me to the library someday?”

“Why of course.”

Though it was your voice that was more dominant, you spent the night talking to him. Though he had been reserved the entire mission, he actually turned out to be fairly sociable, and every word of his was full of wisdom. It was only until your eyes grew tired from staring at a screen that you stood to go to your room, and he stood to go to his.

That night will always be your favourite.

*******

The next afternoon you were immediately called to the headquarters for an urgent mission.

You, and a group of spies were to escort the Premier, the ruler of your country, to a safe house in an underground city, seeing he was the leader of one of the most active countries in the Global War, and he was facing death threats. Moreover, the Premier happened to know exactly where all the country’s newest technology and nuclear weapons were being made, not to forget all battle plans and strategic sites and a list of things you forgot, but to summarize, if he’s captured or killed, it’s game over for all of you.

It was a group of you, Ashley, three boys, and two senior grade one spies. Marlene Attwood, and Kento Nanami.

Upon basic introductions by Marlene, you got to know the names. Stanford was an expert in hacking and overriding computer systems, Williams was a sharpshooter and Kiersten, having served prior in the navy, knew his way around martial arts. Each of you were only told your aliases, so you were introduced by ‘Rose’.

On your way back from securing the premier, Nanami addressed all of you.

“You all have been entrusted with one of the greatest secrets a nation can hold. And while the Premier is facing danger for his life, so do all of us. Keep your head low, your identity covered, and should you be caught, spare no time in revealing your location to us. Got it?”

“Sir, upon capture, our phones are taken. What else should we use to contact?” A boy asked, hand raised.

“Use your watches,” Marlene said, pointing to the watches she gave you at the beginning of the mission. “Until they find out you have one, you can reveal your location through this.”

You all nod, satisfied. Though, this squad was one of the best performers. Who could get caught that easily?

You had no clue it would be you.

That night, Ashley had gone on another mission, so you were alone in the room. You, deep in sleep, opened your eyes to the noise of the window breaking, and before you could retaliate, your nose was wet with the liquid that took away your consciousness.

The next thing you knew, you were sitting on a wooden chair, all alone, in a dingy room, with your hands behind your back and a chain in your feet.

“Where am I?”

Slurred words escaped your mouth, and immediately a bolt of light fell on your face. As you squinted, a filthy hand came up under your chin.

“It’s her. One of those.”

“Where…am…I?” you demanded, more confidently this time, jerking your chin out of reach, your nose picking up the smell of something damp and rotting. You scanned the room, dark, with only a light bulb to actually illuminate the room, and towers of wooden crates lining the walls. No windows or ventilators could be found. Damn it.

“Oh, she’s got guts.” The only man in a suit looks into your eyes, a devilish smile playing on his face while a cigarette danced between his teeth. “I’ll cut straight to the chase. We captured you for information we need.”

You immediately began to try and twist your finger such to access the watch that was hidden beneath your sleeve.

Except it wasn’t there.

“Who are you?”

“Ah, where are my manners? You may call me Boss Royce. And these,” he pointed towards the ten people that flocked him, “are my goons.”

Apparently they couldn’t be spies. Not only do they not look like one, spies generally do not give their name away that easily. And seeing the haphazard room, it was no base.

Two cases. One, they’re highly inexperienced spies. Or two, they’re a gang of criminals who are doing the dirty work for someone else.

“We know you know where he is. Where’s the Premier?”

You stay silent, your eyes scanning across to find your only means of contact, before mumbling, “I don’t know. I’m a teacher.”

“I expected such. Look, we want this war to end, and it can’t happen unless you tell us where he is.”

“I have no idea. I told you.”

He rubbed his forehead. “I hate that it came to this.”

Your attempts to find your tool are halted with a loud slap to your face, and you spit out blood, coughing. He definitely broke your jaw.

“I don’t have time, and neither do you. Answer me!”

“What makes you think I know?” You reply, another slap coming to your face from one of the ten cronies filling the filthy room, all the while your mind focused on where your watch could be.

“Throw her in the cell. A few days of hunger should help. She looks new, so this should be torture enough.”

“Wait.” you say, your voice commandeering. “At least tell me where I am.”

“So you can contact them?” Royce, to your silent horror, brandished your watch. “All you need to know is that you’re not in your country. You gave me a good idea, though.”

You watch as they ring your location. “What are you doing?” his henchman yelled. “They’ll find us!”

“There are two possible outcomes. One, they ignore our reveal and they leave her for dead, as per custom, which gives us plenty of time to drive information. Two, they pick up and they come here. We know this city better than them, and with the government’s backing, we can overtake them. Nobody told us to bring them alive, we’re only asked for the data.”

“Boss, I have another idea. Permission to speak freely?” a young woman spoke, throwing her blonde sheet of hair back.

“Spit it out.”

“They are never going to tell us the Premier’s location. Nor are they going to bargain for her with words only.” She kicks your back. “So what if one of us stays here, waits for them to come, and if they don’t answer, explode this place to blazes? It’s not that we need this place anyways.”

“What are the rest of us going to do?”

“Take her to our capital. In this way, if they give us what we want, we still win. Ad if they resist, well, a few deaths ain’t gonna hurt no one.”

Them being ready to blow up their own base is proof they’re gangsters. No spy would be ready to demolish their base so quickly.

“Maybe if it will be their life on the line, she’ll behave.” A henchman agreed with the blonde-haired woman, all the while you kept your gasp inside and your booming heartbeat not making things easy for you. Not only do you have to protect the secret you’re entrusted with, you also have to make it out before your comrades get in trouble.

“And what if they survive? And she still doesn’t spit it out?” the boss asked interested.

“Then we’ll exchange. A life for a life. Then we’ll know,” she smiled nastily at you, “how valuable you are to them.”

You gritted your teeth while the female came to open your ropes to let you be taken. “You’ll be the one bound to the chair soon.”

“We’ll see about that, darling.” And with that, you were dragged by your arms to a cell.

*****

It had become a routine for you. Wake up in the cramped, desolate cell with no windows to let light in, no clue of day or night, and nobody to talk to, be served a glass of water for breakfast and then the doors open, for men to come in and tie your hands, then beat you as they please while they try to drive out the information you buried in your chest. You, ever the rebel nature, spat your blood onto them, or jeered at their faces when you would spew out anything but what they asked.

With every drop of blood, your hope to be saved begins to fade, since you knew they were very unlikely to come fetch you for the data only.

Should you be in any dire situation jeopardizing the mission’s success, I will have no choice but to leave you. Have I made myself clear?

You can’t blame him. That’s the rule of the workplace.

You try to find anyway to escape, however, with your only method of contact missing in a foreign country, and the place you’re held in being highly supervised from outside, you had no choice but to wait for an opening that would never come.

Day by day, your face swells, your fingers are broken, your skin marred with slashes and crusted with blood, your head bleeding with the blows it suffered, yet you kept up a fight. If you die, you want them to remember you as one of the fighter spirits, and one of the most stubborn spies they’ve ever met. You want them to remember you as someone loyal to your country.

But nothing compared to the torture of the electrocution. The way your body froze in terror when they bound you to the chair was nothing like you ever imagined, and when the current snaked through you, you had no control over your jerking, spasming body, thrashing in the chair’s grip, your involuntary screams echoing through. The agony and the burning sensations exploding throughout your body after the sessions rendered you senseless, but while you fought to maintain your sanity, your entire body begging you to have mercy on yourself, you still kept your mouth shut.

Your suspicions about their inexperience were increased tenfold when you saw them using car batteries and tasers for torture. And it sickened you to the throat when their gleeful laughter mingled with your painful groans, the white-lit room giving you no hope of breakout.

It also did not help that sitting handcuffed against the stony walls and sitting for hours on end, tied, to a wooden, skeletal chair messed up your posture, so that when you stood, cramps would shoot across your body. Occasionally, the boss decided you’ve done a bad job and would subject you to stand on one leg, or sit in squats, a chain limiting your movements, until he wished to relieve you of this.

It was on the twentieth day or so, since you had lost count of the rising sun and the setting stars, only the grey dingy walls and spatters of blood from the other captives being your scenery, when you heard two people outside the cell. You bolt upright, eyes alert, when you see the two men who chained you earlier come with more chains.

“Get up, vermin.”

You, in your mood, land a kick on one, but are too slow to bring your foot down as the other topples your leg on the ground.

“We’re leaving. Don’t make us leave you for dead.”

With bored eyes, one swollen, you ask, “where are we going?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” one leered. “We’re goin’ to the capital, darlin’.”

“If you will tell us what you know, your friends won’t die.”

“But if they come for you in the first place.” The one tying your hands shrugged nonchalantly.

“Are your skulls as thick as they look? I don’t know anything. And I have nothing to tell you idiots.” You growl.

“Easy, pretty. Well, not so anymore. Maddie ‘ere will blow up this place, and take them down too. Your choice, them or you.”

While they walked a chained you down the halls, your mind was whizzing.

If you spew it out, they will live. But you might not. However, if you do, you won’t be able to face them anymore, as a traitor.

If you stay shut, they might die. But only if they take the bait.

Both have a fifty percent success chance.

What would Nanami do?

You remembered his record of a successful streak, and his face, and you knew he might have had to make this choice once. Him, or the others.

You made your choice. You decided to rely on your squad’s genius and survival skills, and left it to fate. You will not be a traitor.

And when you felt yourself be pulled on board a plane, taking you at least a continent away from your homeland, you prayed for their safety and for yourself, to be made stronger and more resilient.

Upon reaching the capital, your eyes were blindfolded while you were led to another warehouse. You felt insulted as you heard Boss Royce say, “she’s all yours, Todd,” as if you were something to be sold. “You know what to do.”

“Oh absolutely,” a bearded giant rumbled, a hat on his head and a mask covering his face, as he assessed you like a kid assesses a cousin he meets for the first time.

For starters, they continued the tradition of not letting you fall asleep. While Royce’s cronies let you doze off for a minute or two, your eyes here would be immediately snapped open by metal pots and pans banged near your ears, shaking you awake, or keeping you in a room illuminated with dazzling white light, until it was impossible for you to keep your eyes open with exhaustion.

Even though you had been habitual of staying awake for nights at length, the constant hunger and painful conditions began chipping at your stamina.

The goons here seemed to not have a heart, for with gleeful expressions on their faces like a kid getting a brand new toy, they subjected you to electrocutions, waterboarding, and ruthless beating, them savouring your groans of pain while they hit your body to leave a long lasting impact. However, the worst they had done to you by far was pulling off your nails.

It felt like months had passed since you had left the previous city, and while it made you doubt your rate of survival, it gave you hope that they have not yet been captured.

One day, while Todd’s men peel off your nails, slowly and deliberately, deaf to the sounds of your screams shaking the very room, Todd, sitting amused in his armchair, turns to hear a henchman run to him and whisper something.

He stood up and cracked his knuckles. “Continue interrogation. I’ll be right back.”

As his steps faded, your screams increased, with the drop of nails and blood.

As a spy, you had been trained to enhance your senses, and learn to pick up surrounding’s stimuli, especially hearing. You automatically feel your ears tune to the sound of an explosion occurring outside, and a ruckus exploding with men yelling and bullets raining.

You thought it was only your hallucination, but the men left with you turned around towards the door.

What could have had happened?

The man closest to you, Hill, jerked his head towards the door, and two of them ran to get more information. You were grateful for this distraction in which you could borrow some time to gather your senses.

Your ears continuously picked up gunshots, screams, calls of names, and doors being – blasted? – as crates came raining down with the force by which the building had begun shaking.

Definitely a fight out there. And firearms involved.

You couldn’t help but feel your heart soar with the surge of hope.

Five minutes later, you heard the footsteps come in again, but punctuated with a few yells. With the two boys sent earlier still absent, the remnant four men torturing you stood up as if deciding to investigate for themselves, when the room’s door opened and Todd came in again, his signature hat covering his face. Your heart sank when you saw three men follow him.

You had also been taught to listen and observe people’s footsteps. And it was that skill with which you recognized, that those footsteps weren’t of your captor’s.

Once he paused near you, he spoke, through a cloth, “hand me your gun.”

Within seconds, his wish was fulfilled, and your breath halted, seeing it might be your last. You close your eyes, lips trembling as the cold metal of the gun touched your temple.

“Wait, wait, wait, sir, she’s supposed to stay alive!” Hill yelled, shocked. “What are you doing?”

“Who said so?” Todd’s voice was smug. “If she isn’t talking anymore, it’s better to kill her.”

“It’s from the Army General, remember? He gave us her location. And Royce said she knows everything.”

“Who are we to trust Royce, anyway?” one of the newcomers growled. “How did he know about her?”

“How am I supposed to know that? All we were told is that she’s not to be killed on the General’s orders.”

“Hmm..” Todd let out an amused noise. “Untie her.”

Even you whirled around in surprise, as Hill’s and his comrades’ mouths hung open in surprise.

“What?”

“Untie her, or I’m killing her here.”

“Boss, what’s gotten into you? She hasn’t spilled-”

Your entire body jolted when the gun on your temple jerked and let out a deafening crack. However, the bullet wasn’t inside you.

It was inside Hill, his heart’s place steaming and blood oozing.

“Didn’t you hear me? I’m not habitual of repeating my orders.”

Another volley of bullets rained from Todd’s three men, killing all henchmen near you. You slowly turned your head to see what Todd would do with you now, but you could cry with relief when the one whom everyone thought to be Todd tipped his hat off to be a Grade One you knew. As he called the rest of your squad in through the gates, Ashley threw off her mask and came darting towards you, worry and horror etched on her face as she slid next to you.

“What have they done to you?”

Her voice held venom and worry simultaneously as she untied your ropes.

“I didn’t tell them anything, I promise.” You watched as your squad jumped down from the crates.

“I know. I know you’re strong. Just hang in there.” With these words, she turned to Nanami, who had called her name. “Leave, and get the transport ready.”

When the people marched out, Ashley looped your arm around her neck and attempted to make you stand, but you stumbled, nearly taking Ashley down with you, owing to the recent electrocution.

You could hear gunshots coming from outside. Shit. They’ve got reinforcements.

“Everyone, leave no witnesses.” Nanami’s command rang out.

Ashley was about to call someone, when you tapped her knee.

“Go on, I’ll make it outside.”

“I can’t leave you like this,” she argued, but stopped when you stood again, wobbling.

“Ashley, go. Or nobody will make it alive.” You sternly say, and she nodded, running outside with her gun.

You, using a nearby discarded rifle, try to make your way out, and you are almost to the door leading you outside when a bullet grazes your stomach. You turn to fire, but Nanami beats you to it.

You battle your newest wave of dizziness, but fail miserably as, disregarding Nanami’s calls of your name, your knees buckle and you fall. You struggle to get up as he runs to you, but you flail against the darkness surrounding you, the hunger, exhaustion and dizziness of it all finally catching up to you.

You feel your body be picked up, and Nanami’s voice call out, his eyes trained on Attwood, Williams, and Kiersten, "Take your weapons and go out. Clear our path. Blow up this place, if you must.”

“Yes sir!”

You try to comprehend what the hell was going on.

“Don’t die on me now, Y/N,” were the last words you heard before it all went black.

********

When you had first been taken away, the only thing you registered were the dark and hopeless skies, always ready to rain. Once you were in the capital, you could feel the winds going colder, more sinister. But when you opened your eyes, after goodness knows how long, you knew you were back home. The familiar smell of spring blossoms, and birds native to your land screaming their songs, and the beautiful sunlight pooling in.

You tried to sit up when a strong hand came on you.

“I wouldn’t advise you to sit up right now.”

Kento Nanami was sitting beside you on a chair.

“Sir!” You gasp. “Sir, I didn’t tell them a thing, I promise-”

“I know. I chose my squad carefully.” He assures you. “But that’s secondary. Tell me, how are you feeling right now?”

All the horror of the past few days rush up to you, and you can’t help but feel your eyes moisten with tears.

“I…I just…” you shake your head. How can you tell this to someone superior and experienced like him?

“Go on. I won’t mind.”

You mumbled, "never mind, it's okay."

"It's anything but okay. Tell me honestly."

It was the way he said these words, making them sound like a command and a request, that convinced you to reveal it. All your life, when you said, 'never mind', people took it as a signal to shut up, even though you longed for someone to insist to spill it out, to show they don't mind and they want to comfort you. He was the first one who did that.

“How do you have the will?”

“Of what?”

“To live to fight another day, when the scars of the last fight are still there. All that time I was there, I thought of what if I died here. We all are fighting for people who will never know we even existed. If I die, I will be under some other name, not with what my parents and friends called me. I don't want to be forgotten in some lonely city.” You never realised when the tears rolled down. “I do not regret not telling them. If given the chance, I’d do it all over again. It’s just…I don’t want to be forgotten this easily. I want to have someone who’ll wait for me and who’ll remember me for what I have done.”

Nanami watches you silently as you duck your face in your hands and weep.

“I’m so sorry, sir.” You choke out. “It’s my first experience doing this, and I don’t even know why I’m feeling like this. I’ll be fine in a while.”

You stop when his hands come and pull them down to uncover your face. Your red eyes meet his glasses.

“You don’t have to pretend to be strong around me. And…I understand. Sometimes even I doubted the purpose of it all. I read somewhere that ‘A society grows great when old men plant trees in whose shade they shall never sit’. If we die, we are securing the future of many other people. They may never know our name, but they will know what we have done for them. As long as our mission succeeds, we live on. That’s what makes me fight. That people sleep peacefully because we fight at night.”

You looked up at him, a curtain in your mind parting.

“We all hold secrets. And I would like to ask you to trust us with yours too, should you feel the need. You can come to us for anything, and you can consider any of us your friend.”

You stare at him, his respect increasing hundredfold in your heart. “Thank you, sir. I owe you my life.”

“Don’t mention. It’s my duty.” He waved off.

You smile. “May I ask you something?”

“You don’t need my permission for that.”

“You once said that if a mission is in jeopardy, you’ll leave us behind. Why did you come back for me? Tell me honestly."

His eyebrows slightly raised at you throwing his words back at him.

“Firstly, you were the mission. And also, nothing is more important than a human life.”

“Then why’d you say that earlier?”

He looked at the time on the watch, and stood up. “As much as this conversation has been fruitful, I must take my leave. Get well soon, Miss L/N.” He turned around, and before opening the door, he looked over his shoulder.

“You were strong in those tough times, and that’s why we lived. Thank you.”

**********

Within a few weeks, you were back to work again.

A few days ago, Nanami had come to tell you that he was free at night and you can come round to his room for training.

Of course you took the chance.

Nights became your favourite, as whenever the both of you were free, you’d sneak off to his room to avoid any rumours, and then he’d teach you various things, such as reading maps, or methods of escape, and self-defence.

In those nights, when he would put off his glasses and would read instructions to you or teach you how to read a code or draw maps for you in the dimming lamplight with that voice of his, or would hold you against himself to teach you a particular stance, you found your heart falling harder and harder for him.

It was in the darkness of the nights that you found yourself dissolving into a friendship with him. You felt more of yourself around him, and it seemed as if you two were woven from the same cloth, how the both of you guessed what the other was thinking, and completing each other’s sentences, and something about his caring composure made you want to confide every secret of yours in him, tell every fear of yours to him. And whenever he told you to tell him honestly, that was the one command you always followed.

The way he gave you his time, and listened attentively to you, and dispelled your fears with his comforting words, and gave his all to teach you, the way he showed he cared was all you could ever ask for.

It was one such night, when you had spent far too long looking at yourself in a mirror.

Even after weeks of healing, your face was still marred with slashes and scars, and your body was like a razed battlefield. You felt ashamed of yourself, feeling the before-you glaring at the now-you, the clear, smooth skin replaced with evidence of weakness. For all your life as a spy, you were a human. You were meant to marry someone someday. How can you expect anyone to love you, heck even admire you, when your face is a patchwork of blood and skin?

The fact that you were weak, that you were inexperienced, was evident. Why else would you let them hurt you like this? Why had no other spy gotten their faces ruined with years of service while you got destroyed within a year? You don’t deserve to serve alongside them.

And when you remember your moments of crumbling resolve…your belief about you being undeserving steels.

It hurt you to think you were not as strong as you believed you were. But in a life full of lies, that’s a truth you must embrace.

The shame of those scars occupied your brain, eating away at your soul like a termite at wood, and it was what you blurted out to Nanami, one night during training.

“L/N, have you done something to your face?”

You immediately pause, your face going red under the layers and layers of concealer you applied. Under his scrutinizing gaze, you could feel your scars reveal themselves.

“Nothing.”

“You’re trying to hide something, aren’t you? Tell me honestly.”

You stay silent, staring at your hands, until his hand falls on yours. “I thought I told you that I can be trusted. Tell me.”

“What makes you stronger? I mean, strong enough to brave anything.”

“Everyone has a motive to work for. Do you think you’re weak?”

You nod. “I don’t feel worthy of being here anymore, serving alongside people much experienced and stronger than I am.” You look at your battered hands, and are sure your face tells a worse story. “These marks show that I failed to protect myself. Out of all seven of us, only I emerged like this, a quilt of blood and scars. How can anyone trust me, or believe me when I say, that I protect their country’s secrets? When anyone looks at me, all they will think is that I’m a failure. That my resolve to fight and my will to live was so frail and fragile that I surrendered myself to any way they wish. I’m so weak that I let this happen to me.”

You startle when his thumbs graze your cheek, as if trying to remove the layers.

“The thing that makes me strong, is the fact that if I bleed, someone else gets to live.” He said quietly. “And the hope that someone would be proud of me no matter what. You’re finding the wrong idea of strength. You validate your strength based on what others say. Don’t take their words to heart.”

“How do I know?” you whisper. “If I really am strong?”

“You’re continuing to fight. Even when others would have lost the will to live, you keep risking your life for millions of people. The idea that you might never make a new sunrise, yet you’re still battling on, makes you stronger. And an advice, one spy to another. Never be ashamed of your scars. They show the world what you have braved.”

He hesitated, and then, to your astonishment, he raised his eyepatch slightly, to reveal a blind eye. Even in the dimming light, he looked as beautiful to you as ever.

“If anything, they don’t show your weakness. They display your strength and your loyalty. In my opinion, everyone falls for the one with the beauty on the surface. You deserve someone who can see the beauty carved in you.”

“Thank you, sir.” You genuinely feel a smile bloom. “You really do inspire me.”

“It’s my duty. And I told you not to refer to me as sir.”

“But I don’t know what to call you right now.”

“By my name.”

You halt. “Are you sure you’re comfortable with that sir?”

“I am, if you will allow me to call you by yours.”

Of course you will.

And you found it hard to believe as mere coincidence when you began to be paired with him for every mission. But none of you seemed to mind, as it only gave you more chances of getting to know each other deeply.

From being ministers to two lawyers on separate cases to a pair of siblings looking for a lost child, you two did it all. Many covers, many names, many stories, many memories. What never changed was the two of you.

While your covers were to smother your identity, you found it harder and harder to conceal your feelings for him. While you first tried to bury them under a disguise, you utterly failed to stop wanting to be with him forever.

And even though you wanted to spend more time with him, you couldn’t help but begin to get tired of this job three years into service. Finally believing you had done all you believed yourself capable of in service for the country, you decided to drop your once-dream job and leave it all for a newer life.

You would have done it without hesitation, had there not been the thought of leaving one man behind holding you back. You were trying to find the best way to tell him this...

One night during training, Nanami sensed something off in you.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?”

You look up from a daze, having zoned out. “Nothing.”

“Well, no going forward if you’re not focused.” He shut the book of codes close. “What’s disturbing you? I can read.”

You twist your fingers together. “I am leaving.”

The silence that followed was too loud. “May I ask why?”

“I don’t want to continue anymore.”

“Wasn’t being a spy your dream job?” He quizzed, setting himself down on a chair.

“Well, it was. But in movies, or documentaries, they only show the good things. They never tell us about the hardships. I don’t want to live a lie.”

“You’re not-”

“Please let me speak first.” You raise a hand. “I’m not afraid of dying anymore, like I was at first. I have no problem giving my best to my country, but I want to be myself. Under all these covers and fake names and fake stories, I feel like I’m losing myself. I’m tired of putting up acts and fooling others. I want to be real, in a real world. I want to write my own story instead of being written by someone else.”

“All of us go through that, Y/N. Give it some time, it will get better, I promise.” He was, maybe, thinking you were going through the same intervals of time where you doubted yourself, and he was trying to alleviate your doubts, but he didn't know you were not coming back from this one.

“Kento, I told you, I don’t want to continue anymore. I feel like I gave it all I can. I know I sound selfish, but sometimes it's okay to be.”

“But, you’ve trained all life for this. What will you do then?” The meaning dawned on his handsome face as worry etched his face.

“I don’t know. Get a job. Get a new degree. Get married. I guess I’ll figure it out. Anything but this.”

“Is there nothing I could do to convince you to stay?”

“No, because I’ve already given my resignation.”

He put his glasses onto his table and leaned forward towards you. “Well, it’s your right to leave, and even though your potential for a bright future is apparent, I respect your wish. Just know, these doors are always open for you.”

You smile. “You’re an amazing friend, Kento. Thank you. Though, I will do one last mission with you before I leave.”

“I look forward to it.”

*******

Finally, after days of wait, the day arrived when you were handed your last assignment. A senator had gone rogue and was rumoured to be making an appearance in London two weeks from now to sell national secrets whose leakage could prove detrimental.

You almost choked on your drink when you found out the role you were assigned to play.

In the party the senator was appearing, Kento was going to be a minister from the UK government while you were to be his charming wife.

For two days you had to prepare, you could not stop blushing every time you thought of that mission.

You wondered what Kento thought of that.

********

Throughout the journey here, Kento did not mention anything about his thoughts on this mission, so you were relaxed too. However, the thought of playing his wife's role sent butterflies in your stomach, and at times you stopped yourself from showing your giddiness.

If only this act could be real...

The fateful night was dazzling in the Christchurch Meadow, Oxford, as the hall was packed with people in suits and ladies in dresses and accents mingling with each other among the waiters gliding over the slippery floor serving drinks, the flowers adding a new fragrance to the castle alight with golden chandeliers.

You were wearing a black evening gown, your hair in a high bun, your feet clad in black heels, while Kento was looking absolutely dashing in a black suit, perfection dripping from his very footsteps, his hair styled in the same manner and his eyepatch the same colour as his suit. Even though the real minister was already hidden, as your handler told you, you were slightly afraid if anybody blew your cover, but nobody suspected him as an impostor, in fact, seeing his posture and poise, everyone seemed eager to include him in their social circle.

While the two of you roamed around, hand in hand, your face fighting the blush creeping up, he finally spotted someone, and led you towards a table. “Wait here.”

“We’re in this together!”

“I am aware, but if we both walk over, it would be suspicious. I’ll handle it, and you can handle the fighting.”

You agree and get seated, watching your partner get lost in the crowd, all the while thinking this might be your last time you ever see him.

You need to tell him-

“Is this seat taken?”

You raise your head to see a man with a black mop of hair, fair skin and brown eyes, a smile plastered on his face while his body stood tall in a white suit.

“No.” you reply, politely.

Dragging the chair forward, he plopped himself down, eerily glad to be with you.

“I am Lord Lyson.” He introduced himself. “I’m pleased to meet you.”

“It’s an honour for me.”

“I’ve been wishing to talk to you for a while. If you may-”

On cue, the music began playing. He immediately darted his gaze in your direction.

“May I have the honour of this dance with you?”

“No, I’m sorry. I am a married person.”

“So I am aware. But nothing stops you from sharing a dance.” His fingers found their way to your wrist.

“And nothing stops you from finding other ladies.”

“How clever. But I wish your company tonight.”

“How charming, but I must ask you to leave me alone.” You jerk your wrist away from his slender-fingered grip.

His eyes sharpen as he lunges forward, his face impossibly close to you. You could gag against the reek of stale ginger from his mouth. “I know you’re no minister’s wife. I know who you are. Don’t try to be respectable around me, or I’ll bring this place on you.”

“Excuse me.” you raise your voice. “You have no business telling me what to do and what not to.” You stand straighter to rival his height, glaring daggers into him.

With a hand, he jerked you forward by the waist. “I could kill you, or kiss you here right now, and nobody could say anything.”

“If you know me so well, you know I’m not alone tonight.” You hiss.

“Well, where is he?” he mocks finding Kento, until a finger tapped his shoulder from behind. His face drained of colour while yours lighted up upon seeing Kento standing behind him, his face a stormy mood.

“There he is.” You smile sweetly at Lord Lyson.

“Pardon me,” your captor’s voice grew oily as with a sly smile, he tries to turn around, but is stopped by Kento’s hand. An uncharacteristically angry expression was on his face, the way his mouth curled with fury and his eyebrows were furrowed.

“I suggest you keep your hands to yourself. Otherwise, you’ll find yourself with far less than you started with.”

You could melt seeing him take a stand for you. As Lyson’s retreating back went out of focus, Kento looked towards you, his furrowed eyebrows’ crease erasing.

“Are you all right?”

“Of course. Perfect timing, though.”

With a hand outstretched for you, you take it, and he leads you outside.

“Our job is done here. The senator never made it.”

**********

Somewhere in the distance, fireworks exploded as you finally completed your last ever mission. While you and Kento had decided you both deserve a break, you two sat by the River Thames, breathing slowly in the fresh air, letting your silences settle between you and unknowingly placing your hands close to each other.

Your eyes catch the light from the river, shimmering and sparkling, reminding you of your life as a spy. While you had to conceal your soul in these three years, like the dark waters of the Thames, some parts couldn’t help but shine bright, making living a secret worth it.

And tonight, that light might be stolen from your life. You decide to make the first move, because while you might have a lot of regrets, you don’t want the regret of never confessing grow roots in your heart. You want to tell the man beside you that he owns your heart from the beginning.

You turn your head towards him, who was looking at you, a barely noticeable smile on his lips.

“Well, I guess this is goodbye, then.” You manage to speak against the ball of tears obstructing your throat. “Thank you for everything, Kento.”

“The pleasure was all mine to have you by my side. And I hope that this is not goodbye, merely parting ways to meet again.”

“I hope so too.” you sigh.

“Y/N? Can I ask you one thing?”

You turn your head towards him in surprise. It’s always you who asked for permission, not him. “Why, of course.”

“A while ago, you said that you are tired of putting up acts for the world to see. I’m tired too, of pretending the two of us are…a pair. I want to make this real.”

You turn yourself towards him, your eyes wide as orbs and having forgotten to breathe. You could practically hear the rush of blood and your thundering heartbeat in your ears.

“It’s your right to leave, but it’s my wish that you stay with me. I know it’s selfish of me to ask you to continue being a spy, but someone once told me it's sometimes okay to be selfish. Can I ask you to continue this act?”

In the moments it took you to calm your crazily beating heart, shaking body, and rapidly streaming breaths, he added, seeing your shocked face, “of course, you are free to say no, and I would not blame you should you not feel the same. I would want you to tell me honestly.”

“You kidding?”

You dare to raise a trembling hand and bring it to his face, brushing a stray strand of his hair backwards, the River Thames’ water being your witness. “I love being with you, Kento. And I love every moment spent with you. You need only say the word, and I’ll stay. Not as a spy, but as yours. Tell me you want me, because I want you. With you, everything feels real. and I will love you with all my heart, for as long as I get to live. Just say it, and I’ll stay to be anything you want me to be – your home, your secret, your love.”

The smile that spread on his face – oh, how you adored that smile. If living with him means getting to see this beautiful side of his every day, then nothing could be worth more than this.

“Y/N,” he muttered, his hand lying on top of yours, “a life with a spy isn’t easy. I might not be able to give you all you deserve, and I can’t guarantee if I’ll make it back to you every night. Would you be willing to be with me, knowing the risks even you might take again?”

“No future is better than the one with you. Nothing is worth more than you in my eyes. And yes, I am willing to even die for you, because you give me a purpose for living. I will become the one waiting for you at home. Kento Nanami, you are the reason I’m living, and I will face every danger with you, for as long as you want me.”

With fluid speed, he stood up, and pulled you with him. While you watched him extract a box with a ring in it, you barely containing your giddy excitement, he extended a gentle hand and you put yours in it.

He could ask for your life and you’d trust him with it.

When the ring glimmered enough for you to see, your eyes widened at recognition of this ring. On a mission prior, you two were passing by a jewelers’, and this pretty ring had caught your attention. While Kento was busy with a correspondent, your gaze had lingered long and hard at it, but you never mentioned it to anyone. He noticed, and he remembered.

While he slipped the ring onto your finger, you smiling into his eyes, with the promise of a life with him, you felt nothing could be more real than this.

You and he would be each other’s secrets. To be kept with your hearts, forever. And if the time called, you will put on a hundred disguises, if it meant you get to make this one act reality.

Hi everyone, Naomi here! This is a my second contribution to @dragonscribble's writing event. I chose this with Nanami Kento for the prompt 'I love being with you'. Thanks for reading this, and do share your opinions! <3

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