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ambrosialdesire · 3 months ago

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pairing: modern au!reiner x fem!reader word count: 13.6k warnings + tags: general yandere and obsessive themes, explicit sexual content, unhealthy relationships, misogyny, public humiliation mentions, sorta an unbalanced power dynamic, a/b/o dynamics and themes, modern & college/university au, alpha & hockey player jock reiner (will be sorta ooc but ig you can count it as his s1-3 soldier persona), omega reader, enemies to sorta friends to enemies again to lovers (but both reiner and reader are stubborn dumdums and it's sorta one-sided), bertolt x reader implications, heavy jealousy/possessive themes, heavy self-sabotage, alcohol consumption, violence & blood warning, "fated" mates, usage of suppressants, unwarranted scenting, kinda scenting kink?, pheromone-bombing, size difference, size kink, noncon kissing, all characters are 18+ synopsis: trying to get through uni should've been easy, but presenting as an omega made you become a seemingly easy target for the many disgusting alphas that roamed the campus. no matter how much suppressants you took, you unfortunately just had to grab the attention of the most notorious one out there. the university's famed center in ice hockey, reiner braun. to you, he was nothing but a godforsaken, meatheaded annoyance. a/n: i am not one of god's strongest when comes to a/b/o or the omegaverse LMFAOO LIKE I CAN'T DENY IT, SUMN ABOUT IT MAKES ME GO ABSOLUTELY FERAL AND IDC WHAT OTHERS THINK 👺👺 anywaysss, yea it's another hatefuck reiner fic that i decided recently to make a two parter LOL i made reiner a hockey player because i kinda like hockey more (i watched one game irl with my sibling and it was hella cool even tho the team we were cheering for lost 💀 the state pride was crazy, i had no idea how irritating it was hearing the other team fans cheer 😭) but i'm really really new to the sport so forgive me if i make some mistakes about it lol (i did modify it a little so it can be more dramatic and violent lol) happy valentine's day (ik this late AFFFFF LMFAO) and hope you guys enjoy this! the second part will hopefully come not too far behind, maybe in december once i'm freed from school haha note: please keep in mind of the tags above and do not proceed if triggering or uncomfortable, especially if you are a minor!! do not read my or any other writers' dark content if you are underaged. this is a fictional work and does not reflect irl morals, do not believe this is how a real romance works or functions.

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"You're coming to my game, right?"

The sudden weight on the table of someone leaning upon it on the other side caused it to creak, but you didn't have to look up to know who it was. The wafting smell of warm, spiced vanilla with vague, yet noticeable earthy tones wrapped around you like a familiar heated blanket. No matter how nice it smelled, it only bubbled irritation within you. You continued writing your notes, ignoring the looming presence.

"Omega, answer and look at me." A chill ran down your spine and your head felt heavy once he spoke, the demand stern and clear. You didn't want to answer him, but your secondary gender was scratching at your brain like a persistent fly. Answer him, answer your alpha.

You stubbornly pinched your leg once to get yourself out of it before finally looking up at the man himself, narrowing your eyes at him.

"Can't. Have finals tomorrow. Also, don't ever do that shit to me or call me that."

He scoffed and rolled his eyes, already knowing he wasn't going to take that as an answer. "You weren't answering me and c'mon, it's only for a few hours babe. Who wouldn't come to their alpha's big game today?"

"Me because you're not my alpha and I'm not your babe. Go find some other omega that drools over you because this one isn't going." You grumbled as you stood up, beginning to collect your stuff to get back to your dorm. He grabbed your wrist before you got your notebook, pulling you towards him, eyes were gleaming with determination.

"Come to my game and I won't bother you anymore. I promise."

You pulled your arm out of his grasp with a frown, quickly debating in your mind. Could you trust him?

On one hand, it would be nice to not get disturbed by him anymore. But on the other, that means you have to be packed in a stadium with sweaty alphas and a handful of excitable betas and omegas for an hour or two. The smell would be awful and overwhelming, false ruts and heats would get triggered easily from the adrenaline. You didn't even like ice hockey or any sport in general, too many alphas dominated the industry.

You bit back a heavy sigh, finally deciding on your answer.

"Ugh. I'm holding you to that promise then Reiner. No randomly showing up at my dorm, no waiting for me at the end of my classes, don't have your friends try and check up on me for your behalf either. Got it?" His hazel eyes lit up immediately and he nodded, his smile wide.

"You got it babe, I'll pick you up at 6."

You were about to tell him off about the pet name but he ran off, whooping in the quiet library while slamming the doors open. A few of the students' and staffs' glares went over to you, causing you to grimace before finally picking up your notebook. What the fuck have you gotten yourself into?

Life wasn't like this before. For a year and half, you've had an alpha cling onto your every move as if you've claimed one another. It may seem like that to him but you definitely didn't want anything to do with him. All Reiner did was bring a mix of trouble to you, a burden that you never wanted. Your secondary gender was supposed to be a hidden secret for only yourself to know — the prescribed supplements made sure of that — and you were supposed to present as a beta in order to live a peaceful university life. How painfully frustrating it was to be found out from a simple error in your day-to-day routine.

You were in a rush, you're human after all, and forgot to take them before you left your dorm. It wasn't until you entered your class when a brick of strong smells bitterly hit your nose, something that never happened before. One day and that's all it took for everyone's eyes to latch onto your frame, the horrifying hunger glimmering in the darks of their pupils.

You froze, unable to move from the doorway. The vileness of their stench rang alarms in your head, they were all sour and distasteful with every short whiff you took. It was overwhelming, heavy, and nauseating. You knew what they were all thinking, internally debating whether you should run back to your dorm or transfer.

A large arm had made its way around your shoulders, pulling you closer to their body. You panicked at first until a whiff of something sweet in the air stopped you. A spiced vanilla enveloped your senses with every breath you took and like a switch, your body immediately calmed down, unintentionally leaning closer to them to continue feeling this sweet relief.

"Hey." You tilted your head up at the person who was currently holding you by the neck and felt dread quickly fill up your stomach once more.

Reiner Braun, one of the most notorious womanizers on campus and the university's proclaimed players in ice hockey.

Reiner Braun, smelling like a freshly baked pastry, slinging his arm around you while unintentionally managing to bring you back to your senses.

Reiner Braun, whose face is suddenly way too close and you could just barely feel the brush of his lips against yours.

Your face burned up at the realization and you shoved him off you, eyes wide and mouth parted open in shock as you watched him stumble back to reality. What the fuck just happened and why the fuck did he smell so good out of everyone here? He looked like he was appalled by what he did as well but recovered faster than you did, a sly smirk growing on his face.

"Hey omega, just a head's up. The next time you come to class, don't smell like a sweet treat for us alphas alright?"

You thought you couldn't burn up even more than before, your body beginning to tremble in complete rage and mortification as the students began to howl in amusement. All of your emotions were pumping through your system all at once way too quickly and you finally ran out of the class, tears brimming on the edges of your eyes. There was no way you could handle being in there for another second. The boisterous laughter faded away in your eardrums and once you got far enough from prying eyes and ears, you collapsed to the ground and nearly sobbed your heart out.

You knew attending this university would be difficult but never in your life did you think you'd be humiliated in this way, just for one stupid little mistake. To alphas, any mistake that wasn't from their pretentious clique meant your life, your downfall, everything. It becomes a weakness to exploit and use, like a deer with a broken leg completely surrounded by a pack of starving wolves.

All you could think about over and over as you finally made it to your dorm was:

Fuck Reiner Braun.

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After that day, you made sure to take your supplements on time with an alarm. Regardless of that, you still felt skittish once you stepped foot in that damn class again. Not because of the possibility that the knowing glances of your classmates would come your way, but the fact that Reiner would not leave you alone ever since he embarrassed you.

When you finally went back to that class in the next lecture, you placed yourself all the way in the back corner than your usual spot, trying to hide yourself away until everyone forgot about the incident. It seemed that your humiliating moment had faded away quickly like a passing breeze since no one looked your way as the seats began to fill up one by one. It was not until you heard the familiar laugh of him, only then you started getting nervous.

You stared down in your notebook, trying to look as busy as possible but the shuffle of a heavy bag and a body sitting down next to you in the loudest way possible confirmed your worst suspicions.

"Good thing you saved a seat for me, that’s so nice of you omega." Reiner congratulated you in a false manner and you grimaced, turning your head towards him. He wasn't looking at you but he was smiling as he looked to the front of the room. You had to force yourself not to stare at his body, which was a mental battle in itself when his pheromones were as strong as ever.

He most likely exercised before coming here, a faint sweat stain on the chest of his white cut-off tank top confirming your thoughts. The tank top was hiding little to the imagination, loose enough to where you can see his sculpted muscles from the side but tight enough to where it accentuated his chest. He was manspreading — a common occurrence in those who were considered to be extremely prideful alphas — and wearing dark gray sweatpants.

You didn't mean to but your gaze slightly wandered a little more down, heart nearly stopped in your chest when you just barely spotted the faint outline of his half-hard cock against the fabric. He was... big and if that was him barely aroused, wow. You'd pray for those that let this son-of-a-bitch hit another time.

The usually dormant annoyance in your brain wanted to get down on her knees and suck him off till he got hard in her mouth, but you had to viciously fight her back into the deep crevices of your mind. You don't know why the urge was so strong, the meds you took usually gave you no sexual desires towards anyone. Maybe you need to up the dosage? You'd have to make a doctor's appointment soon because you don't know if you could stand this new disgusting pervert inside you.

It would be the coldest day in Hell if you ever let Reiner fuck you.

"I have a name, use it or fuck off." You turned back to your notebook and he chuckled in amusement.

"You got a bite now omega? Where was she the last time we spoke?"

"Maybe she would've been there if she wasn't on the verge of a breakdown. Fucking asshole." You muttered the last bit, starting to ignore him once the professor finally entered the class. Cracking your knuckles and opening your laptop to the latest powerpoint, you began writing down the important points of what was in the week's module. It took you nearly half of the three hour long lecture to notice that he didn't make any sound, no writing or keyboard clacking or any tapping from his phone. Your peripherals just barely caught the sight of him and your skin ran cold.

Reiner wasn't paying attention to the lecture. You started to practically feel the absolute intensity of his stare, burning two deep holes into the side of your face. The chair lightly squeaked as he suddenly moved closer to you, the audible sound of him sniffing at you came after.

What the fuck was his problem? You quickly inched yourself away from him, backing into the wall but he followed suit almost immediately. His large frame nearly engulfed yours, the sheer heat of his body radiating off as he neared you.

He sniffed once above your head, then again and again as if he was searching for something. Thank God you decided to shower this morning. The tense atmosphere between the two of you grew thicker with each passing second until his hazel eyes narrowed, the corner of his mouth twitched in faint irritation.

"...You don't smell like anything." Reiner sourly muttered before pulling away, giving back the needed space.

"Uh... yeah? I got back on track with my meds." What was up with him? Reiner had never once spoken to you before the incident, in the class and out of it. In this class in particular, you've usually seen him on his phone, napping, or quietly chatting with the nearest poor soul.

He's known to not fool around with your kind, back when you were still portraying yourself as a beta. Why would he? To them, betas were boring and basic. They weren't alpha enough to be considered to be one of them and not omega enough to fuck. His preferences were pretty out there in whispers and giggles too, so it's not like he would need a reason to talk to you unless it was to get his dick wet for the night. That seemed to be the plan in mind since he was continuously interacting with you.

"Why would you?" Reiner nonchalantly questioned, as if he wasn't the one of the reasons why you take such heavy supplements. Your eye twitched, your fingers tightening around your pen.

"Are you seriously asking me that?" You scowled, watching him shrug and lean back onto the chair.

"Yeah, why not? You're the first omega I've met with a scent that's not doused in cheaply made perfume, it's..." He stopped, thinking of the right words before finally settling on one. "Original."

You scrunched your nose, conflicted with what he just described. He is the talk of the campus, most if not all omegas would've loved to be marked by him; no wonder they try to court him with different concoctions. Then again, he could just be saying that to get into your pants. Original, ha! If he liked this so-called originality, he should find it in someone else.

"I'm not interested y'know, not after what you did last time."

After you said that, all the words seemed to die in his mouth. He became quiet for the rest of the lecture and you didn't have the courage to look back up to see his expression. The silence was a simmering awkwardness, and you could only try and listen to the professor as much as you could. His smell was now twisted with a dullness to it, almost bland and distasteful like the rest of the room. When the lesson finally ended, you started to zip your bag close and pull it through your arms, until his hand grabbed the strap and lifted it up onto his own shoulder.

"What do you think you're doing?" Panic bubbled in your chest as you tried to grab it back but he kept maneuvering out of your reach, a playful smile growing on his lips.

"Think of this as an apology to you omega. I'll walk you to your next class." Your heart dropped to your stomach, the last thing you needed was even more people staring at you, especially with the campus fuckboy in tow.

"You really don't have to and don't call me that." Reiner snorted as he walked down the stairs, you having no choice but to follow him.

"What else can I call you if you haven't told me your name yet?" He held the door open for you, readjusting the bags he was holding. You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms.

"Why offer to walk me to my next class when I don't even know your name?" It was a lie, of course everyone knew him just by the simple utter of his name, but he laughed at your simple comeback, genuinely laughed. It didn't sound like it did when he poked fun of you that one day, your face starting to lightly flush warm.

"Fair enough. Name's Reiner, Reiner Braun. One of the University of Marley Warriors centers." You slightly cringed at the title, he just had to add that fact in. Oh well, might as well play along just a little.

"Y/N L/N, one of the many second year students in the University of Marley."

He laughed once more and nudged you on the back with his elbow, letting you take the lead.

"You're a funny girl Y/N."

You had to ignore the way your stomach fluttered from the way he said it, picking up your pace. Remember, you had to remember that he caused you a turmoil of anguish for a near week. All you were going to give him was this moment and that's it.

"Thanks."

Now that you think back on it, how silly it was for you to think that this was the last time he was ever going to talk to you.

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There wasn't a minute in your day where Reiner wasn't in your presence.

Nearly every day for roughly five or six months since you've started talking to one another, he'd manage to find you and socialize. He'd give you a small snack or drink too, ruffling your hair once you took it from his hand and sitting down in the seat next to you. Every day was a different topic that he asked, ranging from simple questions to a little more personal ones. You knew he was trying to pry whenever you didn’t say much about yourself so you've revealed only a few tidbits, nothing big. Sometimes he needed studying help and you didn't mind tutoring him about the subjects you were sorta knowledgeable in. He always seemed so interested and focused in whatever you say, so hey, at least he was a decent listener.

He started rejecting hang-outs with his friends and teammates, all to simply talk to you. It's crazy how often he did it, a few times occurring in front of you through phone calls. He'd only mentioned his teammates when he tried to invite you to numerous practices, implying that he wanted them to meet you. You turned him down about it for the first few times, creating excuses to not go, until you got tired of him asking and finally begrudgingly agreed.

Watching him practice made you realize one thing about him: Reiner loved to play dirty.

Of course since you were merely a new bystander of the sport, it might've been one of the core strategies of how to win in hockey. Yet the more you observed, the more you noticed how he treated everyone on the ice, friend or foe. He told you before that centers did a lot for their team and were known to be more on the offense, even when defending. You thought the role was perfect for him, considering how he started this whole "friendship" thing with you. However, the way he treated you was nothing compared to how he treated the sport.

It was like watching an illegal cage fight from the way he quickly sped towards the puck, viciously slamming into others to make way. A frightening sight indeed, maybe even more for the ones on the ice as they were the ones he barreled his shoulders into their chests and sides. You can't remember how many times you flinched watching an unfortunate player get rammed into the plastic barrier by Reiner, the heavy sound echoing throughout the stadium. Everyone on the opposing team was merely his punching bag and though they can get a few hits in, you could tell that they couldn't handle the constant confrontations. He didn't care that they were still his teammates and that this was merely a practice game. To lose is to lose and for an alpha, that could never be an option.

You never told him this, but you never liked the look in his eyes that he gets whenever he played, the darks of his pupils blowing out the once-warm hazel color with a carnal and exhilarated intensity within them.

Regardless of his violent attitude, Reiner genuinely worked well with his team, whomever was on his side at least. He especially got along with whoever jersey number 60 is — the only hint being that his last name is Hoover — and who was noticeably taller than anyone else on the team. The two were extremely compatible, making the smoothest passes that whenever you blinked, it would seem that the other had the puck in the first place.

The strangest part of it all was that he'd make you wear his jersey afterwards, that's also somewhat the reason why you stopped coming over to his practices besides the extreme harshness of the sport. It was way too intimate for him to be sharing a highly scented object to a friend but you've tried refusing, saying that you hated the stink and it was still wet with sweat. Reiner never really cared about what you said about it and pulled it over your head, the fabric hanging loosely mid-thigh. You hated how calm it made you feel and how every time he asked for it back, you'd hesitate.

Even if he did like you, you don't know why he was being overly friendly. Was it because you were an omega that he had to be nice to you? You tried not to think about it like that since you were slowly getting used to his presence, as if he became a part of your routine.

He never pushed anything sexual onto you either like you originally thought he was going to. Sure, he'd make a weird comment or joke here or there but it never really made you uncomfortable or escalated into something else. Your feelings towards him simmered down to a level of neutrality, not quite at peace from what he did but not as angry as before. Did he feel bad for his actions? He never really said an actual apology to you, but is that really why you still find him aggravating to be around with?

"You're such a study bug, don't you know how to have a little fun?" Reiner skimmed his fingers against the already-read pages, your bodies squished side-by-side, one of his arms wrapped loosely around your waist as the two of you read your textbook together. You don't know why or when but you started to not mind the physical contact with him anymore; you chalked it up to it being the winter months and you were cold as hell, he was basically the closest thing to a portable heater. Your physician upped the dosage of your meds as well and there was a noticeable difference, but it didn't seem to deter the thoughts you were having about Reiner. They probably would’ve faded away if not for his constant presence.

"I don't have time for fun, unlike you with your full-ride and sports." You muttered as you flipped the page, eyes skimming over the new paragraphs. He groaned and rested his head on top of yours, taking in a deep breath. You’ve noticed that he was more touchier with you compared to his other friends that you once watched from afar before, but you’ve gotten used to it for the past few months.

He was silent for a few pages until you could feel his fingers trail up against your scent gland, your body immediately freezing up. He shouldn’t be touching you there, a shiver going up your spine as you felt his fingertips rub light circles around it. You couldn’t stop him, not when your brain was currently being scrambled with the feeling.

"Your smell is still not there." He off-handily murmured, finally removing his hand from your neck and letting you collect your thoughts again.

You swallowed thickly, trying to clear your throat. "I think you forget that I take heavy suppressants."

"Why do you? Do you really not want to fuck anyone any time soon?" You cringed at his wording, meeting his eyes.

"Well yeah, pretty much. I want to focus on school, not constantly wonder if I'm going to suddenly go into heat around an alpha. And it's a guaranteed protection, I don't want to get accidentally marked this early in my life." You could feel his hand squeeze and knead at the meat of your hip, knowing that he was in thought.

"I don't know if our class remembers what sub-gender I am but you certainly do, you were literally in trance when you met me," You pointed out, feeling your skin prickle warm as you thought back on the memory. "And it was my mistake, I didn't mean to get off of them and do that to you. I'm pretty much protecting myself and others from doing something... irrational."

What he didn't know is that having no heat at all for months at a time had made you indescribably horny, but you've been managing it so well that you really didn't need any outside assistance at all. Him being the only alpha that hangs around you on a day-to-day basis and consistently touching you has not made the thoughts any better than they were before, but you forced those damn heinous ideas in the back of your mind every time. Bothersome they were and you tried to not let it get to you as much as possible.

Reiner nodded slowly, closing his eyes. "Well if you do get into a heat, I'm available for use."

You gasped, quickly jabbing your elbow into his side, causing him to flinch from the feeling and laugh almost aloud in the quiet library. "God, don't say that here!"

"It's true! There's a line-up of omegas that need help through their heats, I'm not the only one that's getting something out of it. They need a knot and I give it to them." You don't know why but hearing him admit that made you almost freeze and feel your stomach drop. Every time you're reminded of his reputation, something in you twists in an unpleasant way. It's strange. You have no reason to feel this way when you don't even like him in any romantic sense.

"I'd rather not hear about your many conquests, thank you very much." His eyes connected to yours and you tried not to pull away, trying not to feign anything that would give you up.

"Don't tell me... You're jealous, aren't you?" He teased as his grin grew wider and you scoffed, closing the textbook almost a little too hard.

"Please, as if! I'm not the one here insinuating into starting something." You huffed and tried to disconnect your body from his to put the book away but he didn't let you, his arm holding you around the crook of your back firmly.

"I never mark them, if that makes you feel better. No matter how much they beg me to, I don't. I'm pretty good at controlling myself."

You paused, the heavy stone in your stomach still dragging you down. He sounded honest about it and any omega that he marked would've bragged about it for years to come. Hell, you wouldn't even be as close as you were with him right now if that was the case. Yet, the admission didn't make you feel any better and you'd rather not praise him for something so bare minimum.

"...I really, really don't care Reiner. You can fuck anyone you want silly and it's none of my business. I'm not your mate and you're not mine." His eyes softened, looking at you so fondly that you almost wanted to take back every word you had just said.

"We could be."

Time stopped. The way he said it so nonchalantly made you feel absolutely breathless, like you were punched so deeply in the gut. You so desperately wanted to kiss him in that moment — say fuck it, why not be his mate for the rest of your lives — but that was nothing but the godforsaken omega in you talking. This wasn't some cheesy romcom movie, this was real life. Why in the world would he think there was a possibility that he’d be your mate? The two of you barely knew each other besides the light-hearted chats you’ve had together, he only liked your presence because like every other omega, you were easy.

No matter how long you stayed up at night thinking about him or how much you desired pressing your body against his at all times, you would not sacrifice your future for him. You were trying to be more than just your sub-gender and more than solely becoming an alpha’s eventual trophy wife. Being with him would only complicate things. There was nothing he could do or say would change your perspective.

As you stood up with your stuff, you told him as firmly as you were able to make it without your voice wavering.

"No, we couldn't."

It felt like it was you trying to convince yourself otherwise.

You’d do anything to not be the one watching his heart break right in front of your eyes, his mood changing almost immediately. He tried to look away from you but you saw the deep disappointment reflecting in his irises. The softness they once held hardened up once he realized what he was feeling, trying hard to swallow back the pain. The change of his smell washed over you in waves, a cold melancholy hitting the back of your throat while a burning anger bit at the pit of your stomach at the same time. It wasn't like him to be so distraught with a simple rejection, maybe you were the first one that didn't immediately fall for his charms.

Maybe, just maybe... it should've been you that had gotten rejected instead. Perhaps it would've made you feel less awful about it.

"Yeah, sorry. I… I don’t even know why I said that. Why would I even choose yo— No. Wait. Fuck, I—" Reiner cleared his throat quickly and stood up himself, ready to get out of the situation he put himself in. He was backpedaling, you knew he was, but it didn’t make you or him feel any better about the situation. He really was not used to rejection, huh?

"Let's... let's forget all that. There’s a party going on in Delta Kappa Theta tonight. If you want to come, come. I don’t want you to keep preventing yourself from having fun." The way he still cared about you first made you feel like you were the complete piece of shit here. No matter what though, you didn’t owe him a relationship or situationship or whatever you two have.

You partially nodded anyways, a squeak of an ‘okay’ barely escaping you as you watched him walk away. Every step that he took made you feel even less sure about what you just did, but it was for the best… right?

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It was the first frat party you’ve ever been to and as you approached the house, you knew that it was going to be way out of your comfort zone. You wanted to go back to your safe and warm dorm, make up an excuse to go to bed early, but Reiner was right, you shouldn't be cooping yourself up for so long without any other interaction besides him. You slowly took in a deep breath, tugging at the seams of your jacket before entering the house, music blaring in your ears and bright lights hitting your eyes as soon as you opened the door.

Find Reiner, find him. Your omega begged you as you shuffled through drunk and dancing bodies, but you ignored it. Would he even want to see you after you rejected him?

Someone tapped you on the shoulder and you turned towards the person, eyes wide with shock.

"Sorry! Didn't mean to scare you," Another alpha, his clean rain-like scent faint from the amount of alcohol in the air. He was extremely tall but folded his body within himself while holding a red solo cup, and his black hair was in desperate need of a new haircut, nearly covering the tops of his eyes. The man didn't seem to present himself like an alpha, his demeanor certainly different to the ones you've met and seen before. "You smelled like my friend and the lights are way too bright so I thought you were him, so sorry again."

He looked vaguely familiar but it seemed that he recognized you first, his mouth suddenly agape. "Wait. Aren't you the girl that Reiner keeps talking about? Uh... sorry. What was your name again?"

"Y/N, nice to meet you. Reiner... mentioned me?"

He kindly smiled and nodded, holding out his hand for you to shake. "Bertolt and you have no idea. You're basically all he wants to talk about recently."

It felt like your heart skipped a beat, butterflies fluttering around in your stomach. You really had that much of an effect on him? You felt partially proud that you, a complete nobody, managed to get him head over heels for you. The other part felt horrible, you didn't mean to lead him on like that to the point where he started bringing you up to his friends. It seemed that Bertolt realized what he said was causing you to get upset, pulling you towards the kitchen.

He quickly scooped up some liquid from a punchbowl and poured it into a new cup, handing it over to you. "Here. A drink might make you feel better."

You weren't new to drinking, only having it a few times casually here and there so you took a quick sip, a smooth burn going down your throat. You coughed lightly and shook your head, hearing him chuckle. He leaned against the countertop beside you, swirling around the cup in his hand.

"Bertolt?" You hated how small you sounded, trailing your fingertips against the ridges of the plastic cup.

"Hm?" He started to take another sip out of his drink, raising it up above his head.

"I don't know if he told you this already but I rejected him this afternoon." The sound of him choking and hacking followed suit immediately after you confessed, a spew of apologies running out of your mouth as you patted his back to get it all out. He definitely didn't tell him yet.

Once he managed to finally stop clearing his throat, he wiped his mouth and turned towards you, eyes wide. "Why did you?"

You bit the inside of your cheek and took another quick sip. "I told him that I wasn't looking for a romantic relationship or sex, all I want to do is focus on is passing my classes and graduating. That's the complete and honest truth."

His friend stayed quiet for a bit until he nodded once, as if he understood your reasoning.

"That's fair, you should be able to pursue what you want to do for your life instead of tending to his needs. It's hard out there for omegas and it's great that you're doing more for yourself. I know Reiner really does actually like you, but you don't have to pursue anything with him if you don't want to. You control what you get to do."

You felt flushed from both the alcohol and his words, you've never met an alpha that shared such a considerably controversial opinion before. You quietly thanked him, watching him tilt his head up towards the ceiling, sighing softly.

"Reiner... I've known Reiner since middle school and fuck, he has his moments where he tends to be a shitty guy, even long before he presented as an alpha. He's stubborn as hell and rarely listens to us and he's occasionally a great guy to be teamed up with, but inside, I know he's just trying to figure himself out."

"What do you mean?" He flinched, beginning to sweat bullets as he nervously fidgeted next to you.

"A-ah, sorry. I don't know if I should be telling you this since you're also his friend but," His pale eyes darted side-to-side, as if he was making sure that no one was listening. "Every omega he's been with, he calls all of them 'practice' for his fated mate. Everyone knows that having a fated mate is super, super rare but since he met you, well..."

He nervously tugged at the hem of his shirt but you immediately knew what he was saying.

"No." You awkwardly started laughing, shaking your head quickly. The house immediately felt even more stuffy and overbearing, a nauseating feeling overcoming you all of a sudden. Omegas being used as practice? Were you just another practice target if the relationship didn't work out?

"N-no, he doesn't seriously think that I'm his fated mate?"

Bertolt sharply inhaled through his teeth, eyes locked to the ground. "Reiner was always hopeful he'd find his second half and you've been the only omega he speaks so positively and constantly about. He mentioned the day you guys met, how your pheromones enticed him so much that he nearly kissed you and he wanted nothing more but to have you as his mate after that. Ugh, sorry. Even saying it out loud makes me feel gross."

You felt sick, numb. Were you even friends from the start or was all of his actions just some kind of courting method? You could barely hear yourself tell Bertolt that you had to go, fumbling a goodbye and an apology to him before pushing yourself into the crowd. The sea of people felt like it was getting more impossible to navigate the more you moved in it, a tight feeling building in your chest from being overwhelmed by every little smell and sound all around you.

Get out.

GET OUT.

When you finally managed to push through and find the front door, your blood ran cold immediately. Like a deer frozen in front of oncoming headlights, you couldn't believe what you were staring at. Every part of your body screamed in complete anguish and devastation but you couldn't move. You had no right to, but you couldn't stop your tears from rapidly falling down your cheeks.

Reiner Braun, sitting down on the couch with some stranger on his lap, tracing his hands down their back, and pulling them closer to his body.

Reiner Braun, kissing down their neck, the peaks of his canines just barely scraping against their scent gland.

Reiner Braun, basically publicly grinding himself against this willing participant of his.

His eyes opened half-lidded and in some cruel form of fate, locked onto yours. Out of everyone in the room, he managed to find yours. He pulled away from the omega, a strand of drool still connecting between them. His hand still rested comfortably on the curve of their back, his mouth uttering only one name with wide eyes.

"Y/N...?"

All you could think as you finally snapped out of it — running out of the fraternity until your lungs felt like they were being ripped to shreds — was how bad you felt for that omega. How they were only going to be reduced into something so demeaning, a dummy-run to find his perfect mate. They didn't deserve that, being wide-eyed and hopeful that because he decided to choose them for his lustful pursuits, they're finally worthy of being a candidate of his.

You sobbed aloud as you washed and scrubbed your body red once you reached your dorm, trying to erase every scent and touch he made for the past couple of months. He was nothing more but absolute filth and you fell for it like a fool, a stupid brainless omega. You thought you were better than that but no, you were just like the rest of them. Even if you were his so-called fated mate, why did he continue to seek out others? Wouldn't he have tried to abstain? Sure, you shouldn't have expected that much out of him considering that you didn't even accept his confession but for some reason, it still hurt.

Fuck Reiner Braun. You should've never forgotten that in the first place.

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Now you were here, leaving the messy history of the second year behind and now moving onto your third. Always look to the future, as they say. You took a lot of preventatives in avoiding seeing Reiner, the plan nearly as extensive as your studying.

You blocked his number once he started to keep calling over and over again ever since the party, blocking the new ones that came every so often and changing your number once you couldn't take it anymore. There was no reason for you to hear his explanation, it's his business on who he decides to fuck and you shouldn't be mad about it anymore. Part of you was afraid that if you hear him explain himself, you'd run right back to him just like every other omega he had a finger wrapped around.

You stopped frequenting areas you used to hang around in, which was unfortunate since some of those places were your favorites. You moved dorms, avoided places he frequented, and made sure he wasn't in any of your classes. Your majors were luckily too different to be in the same buildings or rooms, and with the help of Bertolt, you were always one step ahead of him.

He was the one that approached you first in one of your classes together at the start of the new semester and taught you the ways in how to avoid meeting up with him. You didn't know why his best friend wanted to help you and once asked him, getting the answer that Reiner hasn't been himself recently and he was afraid that he might do something rash if he managed to find you.

"You have so much ahead of you, I’d hate to see Reiner make you throw it away."

Bertolt made sure that he wasn't seen with you whenever the two of you hung out, and when he was with him, he made sure to steer clear of your direction with a simple text. He had to bathe immediately after just in case your scent got on him, which should be nonexistent but he was afraid that if there was just the vaguest trace on him, Reiner would hound him about it. He basically became your bodyguard whenever it was possible for him to do so, and you didn't even ask. You've never felt so grateful meeting someone like him before.

He also brought up that Reiner's been playing more rougher than usual, and snapping at others even when they're on his side of the team exercises. Even the coach was too afraid to say anything about his behavior, relying on him and a few others that were friends with him to talk to him about it.

"It sounds like he's in a pre-rut." You mentioned, handing over the pickles from your sandwich over to him. He took them with an open palm and threw them into his mouth like chips.

"I hope not, his scent smells the same so far but he rarely gets into ruts for me to really know what he smells like. Plus, he never knows how to handle them well."

"Reiner doesn't choose any of the omegas he messes around with for his ruts?" Bertolt shook his head, swallowing.

"Not at all. It's weird, he may mess around with them during their heats but he never, ever lets them in when he's going through a rut. Think it has something to do with the fated mate mentality he has, but sometimes we don't even know he was ever in one until they're over, he basically disappears for a week or so."

It’s funny in a weird way. The two of you were hiding each other from behind Reiner’s back as if the two of you were dating. Even though the two of you became close, your relationship with him was nothing romantic. Some kind of bro-code would've been broken between Reiner and Bertolt if you started dating him, and you'd be eating your own words from what you've said to Reiner. Then again, you never wanted to date him and tolerated his looming, clingy presence on most days.

Bertolt told you that he liked someone but was too afraid to make any move. She was another alpha and one of his friends, so the pairing itself had its controversies. He kept saying that his confession might ruin what they had for years and he was satisfied being in her shadow. It was sad to hear him put himself in second place for her happiness. So you tried doing a little nudge for him to go for it — 'the worst she can say is no' kind of talk — because it was better for him to say something than nothing at all and still quietly pine for her. Bertolt got too excited and rushed in with the confession after one of his practices without your knowledge, a messy bouquet of roses tightly gripped in his hand.

There was a few word texts that he sent to you after the whole ordeal:

Didn't get accepted.

Heartbroken.

Bar.

You found him standing in front of your dormitory building waiting for you, awkward looks of both omegas and betas glancing at him. As you approached him, he took a few steps towards you and almost collapsed in your arms as you held them outstretched. His tears and snot quickly dampened your jacket, his body wracking out heaves of anguish. There wasn't an alpha in the world that you've seen so vulnerable before, his fists gripping your clothes tightly as he shook in sadness.

He started telling you what had happened once he somewhat composed himself, his voice weak and crackly as the two of you walked to his chosen bar. Unfortunately, she turned him down and told him that she was actually interested in some beta from Paradis Tech named Armin. You could only imagine the bouquet dropping to the floor in dramatic fashion, tears welling up in poor Bertolt's eyes. She apologized and somewhat comforted him by saying that his confession won't change anything between their friendship. That was good, at least on her side.

You started consoling him, rubbing his back in circles as he drunkenly wept on the polished wood after downing one too many tequila shots. The speed in which he drank each one was shocking to say the least, you don't think his glass touched the table since he picked it up.

"We've known each 'ther shince we were kitss." He hiccupped, head resting in-between his arms as he tearfully stared in the distance and dangled the shot cup in his fingers.

"If I shaid sumnthin 'ears ago, would she hab 'ccepted me — or or or — shill reject me because of awer shub-genda?" You pitifully stared at his crumpled form, not knowing what to really say to make him feel better about the situation. The bartender then took his glass from Bertolt and told you to take the poor guy home, shaking his head slowly as he quietly whined about getting cut off.

"C'mon big guy, let's get you back."

The walk was quiet besides the occasional sniffle and you could tell he was trying not to fall on top of you, his feet slowly dragging on the concrete. As the designated sober friend, you were carefully observing him, a hand firmly holding the sleeve of his sweatshirt. He stopped suddenly, the sounds of his sneakers squeaking.

"Y/N."

"Hm?"

You turned your attention towards him, tilting your head to the side.

"If I wazzn'tin love wif Annie, I'd be sooooo in love 'ith—"

Bertolt then jolted to the side of an alleyway before he could finish what he was saying and started throwing up. It prompted you to quickly go by his side and hold him up, patting hard on his back to get it all out. You knew what he was going to say and you hated it. He's drunk and sad, nothing that came out of him was going to be honest.

"Don't say that Bertolt." You mumbled, lifting him back up once he finished and slinging his arm over your shoulders.

"I'm not going to be a replacement for you."

He reached over with his other hand, skin cold around the nape of your neck as he pulled your face towards his. You could smell the alcohol lingering in his breath, face cringing when you saw a bit of spittle still hanging off of his lips. He started saying something even more incoherent, his eyes beginning to close in hints of slumber.

"No, no, no. I... I swer'lve ewtoo."

You laughed softly as you shook your head in amusement, pulling him forwards. He really won't remember this at all. Bertolt finally fell silent, the occasional drunken groans slipping through if you tugged him too roughly.

Maybe in another world, if you had met Bertolt before Reiner...

You made the decision to take him to your dorm. The dormitory building was way closer than the frat house he lived in, and you'd rather not lug around his heavy body another ten blocks to get there. Never in your life you had thought you'd be sneaking in a giant of an alpha into the shared beta-omega dorms, but you wouldn't be the first to do so. It's a good thing his scent was currently dulled with alcohol or you'd be in more trouble trying to hide him. Quickly unlocking your door and taking him over to your loveseat, you watched as his body slowly relaxed into the cushions.

He was simply way too tall for the seating, his legs dangled off of the side of the couch as you adjusted him to a positioning that would prevent any risk of asphyxiation if he started throwing up again. You highly doubted that he had anything left in him, but it was good to be on the safe side. You lightly pinched his cheek, getting a change of clothes and headed towards the bathroom.

You checked on him once more before going to bed, a light snore coming out of him. Seems like he's all tuckered out and okay for now, the hangover is definitely not going to be pretty in the morning. You settled yourself into your sheets and turned the lights off, soon falling asleep.

The sound of your alarm on your phone blared in your ears, arms trying to pull out from underneath the blanket to turn it off but you didn't move an inch. Groggily opening your eyes, you saw an arm wrapped around your body, your mind not registering what was going on until you heard the soft sounds of breathing on top of your head. You turned your head slowly to the couch, the connection finally being put together when you saw his body wasn't lying there.

He started to rouse from his sleep when the alarm kept sounding off, an annoyed hiss slipping through his lip as his head lifted up from yours, reaching over himself to shut it off.

"Good morning big guy." You whispered as he settled back next to you, lightly squeezing you closer to him as if you were his pillow.

Bertolt grumbled quietly. "What time is it?"

"According to my alarm, maybe 8:05 in the morning." You tried to get up to get him water and something for his headache, but he didn't budge an inch. The two of you laid with each other, basking in the morning warmth quietly.

"Sorry for getting in bed with you, I tried finding a blanket but didn't want to wake you up."

"It's fine," You hummed quietly, turning your body towards him. "You okay though?"

He opened his mouth but closed it, falling silent as he slowly began to think. He turned on his back, staring at the white ceiling.

"Not really. Everything still hurts and I'm tempted to cry even more but... I don't know. Some part of me feels... relieved? If I never told her, I'd still be stuck in a loop worrying whether I'd ruin something between us and keep having this twist in my stomach whenever I see her with someone else. I'm glad that she found someone that she's happy with but..."

Bertolt put his forearm over his eyes, letting out a soft laugh.

"But why do I still want her?" His voice cracked, a tremble following the end of his words and once more, you wrapped your arms around his torso. You could smell his sadness, a heavy and misty petrichor filling the room in waves.

"Sometimes there's things that we desperately want to have but can't have. Irrational as it is, it's in our nature." You mumbled, your hands balling up in his sweatshirt.

"Like you with Reiner?" Your blood ran cold as he said that but you merely pushed your face into his body.

"I don't know."

In the end, Reiner managed to find you and ask you to his game. You texted Bertolt, asking how was he able to get your location after being almost MIA for months. Apparently when you and him finally snuck him out of the dormitory, it completely slipped his mind that he had to wash off like usual. When he entered the frat house, Reiner greeted him but stopped midway, quickly approaching him and grabbing his shirt collar roughly.

He demanded me to tell him where you were. I'm so sorry Y/N, I couldn't stop him and our team needs the both of us playing.

You stared at the text, almost throwing your phone in frustration. You should've said no, had firmly stood behind your decision. Yet, the second his pheromones reached your nostrils, you couldn't stop yourself from agreeing, even if you were trying to look angry at him. You've noticed it had gotten stronger than before, was it because you haven't seen him in a while? You couldn't even be mad at Bertolt, you'd be terrified out of your mind too if an alpha was demanding an answer from you like that.

It's only for a few hours, you thought as you took in a slow breath. After that, he'll finally leave you alone.

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Reiner picked you up earlier than usual. It was about 5:10 when you heard a knock at your door, causing you put down the lip gloss before you even could apply it. Shuffling over and peeking through the peephole, you saw him standing there in a suit and tie. He cleaned himself up, the stubble he once had when he found you was completely shaven away and his blond hair was slight slicked back with gel.

"You're early." You muttered as you opened the door, keeping it barely ajar. He's not even supposed to step foot in the dorm, nervousness crawling up your spine. His pheromones hit you like a train, practically everyone that was walking down the dorm hallway could smell him, heads turning in your room's direction.

"I wanted to see you." He grinned, pushing the door open even more — nearly knocking you over — and handing you a bouquet of morning glories, camellias, and forget-me-nots. As you were staring at the mostly red flowers, almost a complete eyesore with the addition of the light blue petals that peered out from within, he waltzed in your safe haven without your permission.

"Hey! Reiner, you can't just—!"

You groaned as you exasperatedly followed after him, placing the bouquet down on your desk. His form was absolutely massive compared to the entire room, his head constantly turning towards the different decor that you hung up on the walls.

"I've never seen your dorm on the inside before, it's cute. It's... you." He softly mumbled, your face turning warm. You grabbed his sleeve, trying to tug him out of your space so you can get ready, but he stopped in the middle of the room, his attention honed in towards the messed sheets of your bed.

"Reiner," You started, your eyes following to where he was looking at. Your heart nearly stopped in your chest when you smelled a burning anger occupy the space — a smoldering, cindering scent — nearly making you cover your nose from how horrible it was. You gulped, hand slipping out and down to your side in a fist. "Reiner, w-we... we didn't do anything."

He just stood there silently, still focused on your bed. He has every right to be angry, you were literally snuggling with his best friend this morning, but you didn't belong to him. Scummy as it was, you made your bed and laid on it, there was nothing he could change about it.

"I-I'm just going to get ready." You whispered, turning around to go back into the bathroom. Big mistake.

Large hands grabbed your wrist, dragging you around in a speed that you couldn't comprehend. You almost screamed as he threw you on the bed, Reiner following after you and trapping you beneath him, his leg in-between yours. Fear was pouring out of you in waves but he couldn't smell it, no one could.

It took him little time and effort for him to press his lips against yours, your eyes wide as you soon realized what he was doing. You tried moving your mouth away, a scared and little no slipping out but he caught you again, his hand gripping your chin and forcing your head to stay in place. You tried pulling at his suit, squirming and kicking your legs, anything to get this monster off of you, but he didn't budge, seemingly finding enjoyment in your weak attempts as he pressed himself deeper against your lips.

His knee nudged at your cunt, a muffled, surprised gasp coming out of you, letting him enter your mouth even more. A shiver ran up your spine as you felt his tongue run against yours, the wet muscle violating wherever he went in a meticulous fashion. You could barely breathe, the smell of him and the aftershave he had on was so intense that you could feel the tug of your omega side slipping through the cracks of your mind; not even your medication was able to stop you from feeling this way.

Reiner finally pulled away, a mix of each other's saliva connecting the two of you. Strands of his gelled back hair fell over his forehead, your once-brushed out hair tousled into a mess. Both of your breaths were uneven and heavy, his eyes low and dazed as he stared down at you. Tears were running down your face, ruining what you've already put on, your eyebrows scrunched together in absolute horror as you shared the same stare with him. He sniffed the air once, again and again as he neared your neck.

"Stop, stop, stop." You cried out as you pushed against his stubborn head, fearing that he would bite down on your scent gland.

He didn't make any move, only sniffing at you like a curious dog. He then pressed his lips against it, causing you to abruptly stiffen in horrid expectation.

There was no pain as he pulled away from you, your hand immediately shooting to your neck to feel for any welts or marks. Nothing. A simple kiss was all he did on it, and you couldn't help but feel appreciative that he didn't mark you.

"Don't you dare see Bertolt ever again, you understand?" He hissed into your ear, the threat echoing hollowly in your head. No way in hell were you going to listen to him, but the omega in you nodded slowly, his heavy body finally lifting off of you. You tried to ignore the imprint straining against his lower half, your eyes staring up at him in complete shock.

"Go get yourself ready."

Shakily getting up on your feet, you beelined towards the bathroom without a single word, nearly collapsing on the floor once you turned the lock. As you looked at your face in the mirror, dripping dark drops of mascara and eyeliner stained the apples of your cheeks. The lipstick that was once there, was now rubbed away, leaving nothing but your bare lips. Your hand trembled as you reached over for a makeup wipe, a quiver of a sigh coming out of you.

You wanted to throw up, get every bit of spit and slobber of his out of your system, but you couldn’t. He’d hear you.

Reiner brought one of his jersey's for you to wear once you came out of the bathroom with fresh casual makeup back on, and you could tell that the article was completely drenched in his scent. You sniffed at it gingerly as you held it in your hands, cringing away from the sweet vanilla smell.

"What? It's clean, I promise."

"Liar." You mumbled under your breath but pulled it over the shirt you wore, the fabric loose against your body. He took a quick minute to admire you in his clothing, placing his hand on your cheek and stroking the skin with his thumb. You could still see the red stain of your lipstick smeared on his lips, trying to fight back tears and a sneer.

"You look so fuckable right now," You bit the inside of your cheek as you watched the tip of his tongue licked across his bottom lip, the darks of his pupils reflecting an unhinged licentiousness that horrified you within every atom in your body. "Maybe tonight, when I win, I'll be getting another trophy."

"Don't forget our deal asshole," You finally spat out, ripping his hand off of your face in disgust. "I'm only going to your stupid game because of the promise you made this morning."

Reiner simply stared down at you, your nerves scrambling even worse than before. He finally scoffed, crossing his arms. "Right. Our deal."

You hated the fact that he basically was acting like he didn't just forcefully kiss you, your nails digging into the palm of your hand. "Can we go now?"

He checked his phone, huffing slightly. "Yeah. Don't worry, we're not that far to the stadium. Just a few traffic lights and we'll be there."

You felt all the color drain from your face. You thought it was close by in walking terms but now you had to be in a small space where it now completely smells like him? Might as well hold your breath the entire ride.

The short drive was quiet, some random old rock station was lowly playing on the radio, but the two of you didn't speak to each other. What would even be exchanged anymore? You didn't want to be associated with him so long as you walked on this planet. Reiner's fingers thrummed on the wheel, red spilling into the car and staining every surface within. He turned towards you as if he wanted to say something and you stared back, a chill running down your spine. No words were said, but you felt every little thing from his smell.

Ravenous, a voracious appetite for the predator in disguise. Right in front of him, a five-course meal just ripe for the picking. All he's doing now was waiting for you to back into an inescapable cliff, the perfect moment to finally strike.

"...You have to go." You whispered and he finally broke eye contact, staring at the traffic light above and accelerating.

"Yeah, right."

The silence once presumed until the two of you approached the stadium, him mentioning that he got you a seat near the rink so you could see the action up close. To be honest, you could care less about the game and who would win overall. Reiner handed you the ticket between his index and middle finger, but when you reached over to grab it, he took it back.

"Need a good luck kiss from you first. If this is the last time I'll get to see you, I want to make it last."

You didn't want to rile him up before he played or make him force his hand upon you in the car, so you planted a quick kiss on his cheek before grabbing the ticket from his hand simultaneously. "Okay. Done. Good luck or whatever."

You scrambled out of his car, making your way to the inside as soon as possible. The arena was louder than you thought once you stepped foot, the joyous chatter and screams echoing throughout the hallways. LED screens hanging from the ceiling flashed the words Marley Warriors vs Paradis Titans, showing the line-ups of each team member.

Reiner came first in the centers, his pose prideful and boasting with stats to match. The other three names that you noticed were Porco Galliard, Colt Grice, and Eren Kruger. You eventually saw Bertolt come up as one of the right wingers but no sign of his usual reserved side showed in his photo, he looked focused and tough more than anything else. One of the goalies was an older looking individual by the name of Zeke Jaeger, confident but not too boasting. Clips of their past games showed afterwards, showing their amazing teamwork and impressive previous goals, then moving on to the other team.

The main centers for the Paradis Titans were composed of four men; Eren Jaeger, Jean Kirschtein, Levi Ackerman, and Miche Zacharius. Was the Eren guy related to the other Jaeger on your university's team? They definitely didn't look alike in your opinion but it could simply be because of a crazy Punnett square. Some wingers and defensemen that you sorta paid attention to were Armin Arlelt, Hange Zoë, Floch Forster, and Connie Springer. The goalie on their team was a massive blond man named Erwin Smith, his photo exuding a powerful stance, maybe even more than your uni's goalie. You felt like Reiner's team might have some trouble facing them, their defense and attack seems pretty threatening.

You finally took a glance at your ticket, walking around trying to find the stairway for your seating. The smells of popcorn, melted cheese, and hotdogs filled your nose, but you didn't feel hungry at all, still sick to your stomach from what had happened earlier. Eventually you finally found where you were supposed to go, and if you thought it was loud in the other shell of the arena, finally stepping in the seating area and the rink was absolutely ear-breaking.

Sirens, music, screaming, loud announcers. Almost every unbearable sound was contained in the structure, you should've bought earplugs prior to this. Not to mention, every scent of maybe hundred alphas and omegas intertwined made you feel even more overwhelmed, a headache beginning to form.

It's only for a few hours, a few hours and you'll never see this place or him ever again.

Your seat was nearby Reiner's team, nearly in-between the other team as well, the other teammates chattering with each other. You've sorta recognized them, occasionally seen around campus and such. Heads and eyes of strangers from school nearby were somewhat turning towards you, even the team started to notice you walking up behind them. Your face burned up at the realization once you sat down. Shit. You had completely forgotten that you were wearing Reiner's heavily scented jersey, you might as well be showing off the mating mark that he could've made a few hours ago.

"Yo Braun's omega is here!" One of the team members called out and you almost hid your head in your hands in embarrassment. Oh God, don't say that.

"Y/N, you made it?" The most recognizable voice cleared your thoughts immediately, head perking back up with a wide smile.

"Bertolt!" You wanted to hug him but he recoiled back as if you were a stranger, his nose scrunching. Your face fell immediately, his gaze sinking down in shame when he noticed your crestfallen expression.

"Sorry, it's not you. It's... y'know. That." He nudged the bottom of the jersey with the end of his stick, a frown forming on your face.

"I know. He made me wear it." You frustratingly tugged at the fabric with one hand and he chuckled, ruffling the top of your head. You'd burn it on the spot if you could.

"I didn't make you wear anything babe, you've always liked wearing my clothes." The sound of his voice made you freeze in place, eyes wide as your head turned in the direction of where he was walking in. Bertolt followed suit, his hand retracting away from you as if you were suddenly a hot stove.

"I don't think I could follow up your end of our deal if you're not respecting my demands, omega." No. That was never part of the agreement. You just gave the okay so he'd get off your back about it. He genuinely couldn't be serious about not seeing Bertolt anymore, right?

"Don't be an asshole Reiner. She's not just an omega."

The blond scowled at his friend, shoving his helmet roughly against his chest. He pushed it off of him, staring the other down in a sneer. You've never seen Bertolt like this before, the usual rain smell he had was turning stormy and bitterly furious.

"Oh, I'm the asshole? I wasn't the one hiding my fucking mate from me for months and sleeping in her bed. Not to mention, what happened to Annie or did you get tired of another alpha that's better than you?" You internally winced for him, that was such a low blow. Bertolt looked stunned for a second, glancing over at you for a quick second, but he pushed his shoulder back roughly in return.

"Don't bring Annie into this Reiner, this is about my friend. Did you really think she'd let you — of all people in this school — mark her when you act like a conceited asshole? She's not your fated mate. You've proven that over and over again that she's going to be like the rest, you knotheaded fuck."

You gasped at the sudden insult, a vein nearly popping out of Reiner's forehead but he didn't say anything more, pushing past Bertolt and shouldering him roughly with a scowl. You didn't mean for them to start an argument with one another, the game hadn't even started and tensions were already high. The Paradis Titans team weren't hiding their amused stares, the Eren Jaeger guy whispering to the short haired, bowl-cut blond next to him; Armin, you think. The murmurs of strangers behind you made you feel sick, hearing the word knottease being tossed around, the horrid word directed towards you.

You started to apologize profusely once Bertolt turned towards you, but he simply held out a hand, patting your shoulder as you stopped.

"Don't be. Someone needed to say it to him, maybe this fight would finally clear his head."

"But the game Bertolt, I—" You started but he interrupted you once more.

"I don't give a shit about the game if you're the one being hurt. You matter more than hitting a puck around, okay?" If you weren't wearing Reiner's jersey, you'd hug him right now. He smiled and put his helmet on, leaning close to you to whisper something in your ear.

"By the way, don't listen to the jerks behind you. You're nothing like that, you're going to be something great." He backed away once the horn started, walking over to the entrance to the ice rink to join his team. Good luck, you wanted to say because if anything, he'll need it when he gets into the arena with a monster in tow.

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If you thought Reiner was bad in practice, his violent playstyle was nothing compared to when he's in an actual game. How on Earth this sport was approved to play for anyone, you had no idea. All you could hear was men yelling at each other and slamming each other to snatch the slippery little puck, fans behind you hollering just as loudly.

Both Reiner and Bertolt had seemed to forgive each other on the court, winning being the only thing on their minds. Just like in practice, they didn't have to say anything to get the point across, making passes and attempted shots whenever they had the slightest of openings. The two Galliards seemed to be more communicative with one another, defending the goalie whenever they could with short barks of commands. They were good but Eren Jaeger seemed to be the rookie ace of the Titans, managing to push through and score in the most impossible scenarios.

You could tell he was aggravating them, putting them in a corner while constantly taunting them with a one-liner or a smug smile as he scored. An angry alpha was something not to mess with and putting a whole group of them against other alphas who were mocking them for their failures? It's obviously an immediate recipe for disaster.

Intermission came around, the score against the Warriors by two. As the teams were talking to one another to plan out their next attack, you watched the Zambonis slowly smooth out the ice again. You paid no attention to them and their chatter, you wouldn't have made sense of it anyways.

"Hey," You looked around for the source of the voice and finally down, seeing bright turquoise-blue and a mess of brown hair standing below you. He smelled sharply fresh, like the first bite to a mint leaf and drinking cold water afterwards. It wasn't necessarily bad like most in the arena, just made your nose crinkle a little from the suddenness of it. "Eren Jaeger."

"Oh- um... Y/N. Aren't you supposed to be talking to your team?"

He waved his hand dismissively towards your statement, crossing his arms with a smile. "Nah, there's nothing else that's new with the planning. You, however, are the talk of the arena."

Your cheeks flushed warm, the temptation of burying yourself alive later on growing more and more, but you grimaced instead. "So what? You wanted to see if I'm what they say I am?"

Eren shook his head, taking a few steps closer towards you. "I'm not talking about the knottease comments, I'm talking about the Reiner Braun's mate comments. Is it true?"

"No! Of course not!" You exclaimed in shock, but the subtle-not-so-subtle glance downwards towards your attire seemed to make him doubt you otherwise. You tried defending yourself about it without revealing much about the twisted relationship you actually have with Reiner.

"This is just because he thinks he's claimed me and we've made a deal. I have no other choice."

"Is it now? Well then," He pointed towards himself with a thumb, his grin growing even wider. "When I win, wanna go on a date with me after this?"

How many alphas were gunning for you right now?! You knew that you took your suppressants today after Bertolt left your dorm so how come this was happening to you? The absolute balls on this man, especially since he was thinking that his team had already won. You wearily shook your head, you've had your fill of pestering alphas for the rest of your schooling life.

He looked dejected for a second but perked up immediately, the buzzer of the timer echoing throughout the arena. You thought that was that and began to turn your attention towards your college's team, but then he called out a 'head's up', tossing something in your direction. You caught it in surprise, looking in the palm of your hands and finding a keyhole shaped earring.

"Keep it! For the next time we meet!" Eren waved you goodbye and jogged over to his side of the team, high-fiving and chattering with his friends before putting a helmet on. You let a small smile slip out, he may be a little cute but there was definitely no way you were ever going to see him ever again. You safely tucked it into your pocket, finally looking towards the Warriors.

He was watching you. Of course. There was a livid look in his eyes, his brows scrunched even more in irascibility and his teeth were bared, perhaps even grinding together in this current moment. You paled at the thought of them sinking into your neck like some kind of rabid animal. Reiner was barely human anymore, you realize. Any loving gaze that he had before for you was nothing more but a dangerous hunger.

All you could hope was for the Warriors to win so he would be in a decent mood to finalize the goodbyes, and you'd pray for the Titans for the brutality that they're about to endure because of his horrid attachment to you.

The players slid into the ice once more, the deafening cheers of everyone growing louder and louder as the second half of the game was beginning to start. The referee smoothly made his way between the two masses of men, Reiner staring down coldly into the clear mask of Eren. Like a coin flip, the puck was thrown highly into the midst of them, their eyes following it as it made its way down to the icy ground.

Click.

In a snap of a finger, the sound of sticks bashed together once the puck bounced off of the surface. Like a choreographed dance, the rivals whirled with one another, swinging and twisting their bodies around in order to get ahold of the very thing that might as well be the trophy itself. The intensity of the game was now at an all time high that even you started to pay more attention to it, the hairs on your arms raising in anticipation.

The puck swung back and forth like a pinball, but the Warriors managing to catch up to a tie. It was starting to become a standstill again however, taunting chants coming out from the people in the stands, jeering at the anyone that opposed their team. Players were being switched out on both teams during timeouts but few remained on the ice, a tense aura between the three.

Reiner, Bertolt, Eren.

Bertolt took a few glances at his friend, tapping the end of his stick with his and seemingly started to exchange words with him from what you could see. Who knows what it was about; the game, the enemy team, you. He only lifted his fist up, letting the other return it in a similar gesture and that seemed to calm the black-haired male's nerves.

Reiner's eyes were lasered in on Eren for the most part, gripping the handle of his stick tightly and swiping it around on the ice as if he was practicing a shot. He was truly unrecognizable, a shell of the man that once followed you around like the world's most clingiest puppy dog. You knew he wanted to show-off, his pride was at risk to a girl that he believed he owned for months. Disgusting and typical.

Eren seemed the most lax out of all of them, leaning against the plastic border as fans behind him fawned over him. He seemed not to care about Reiner's burning glares at him, waving across the rink to seemingly you. He seemed nice, but it was obvious that he had more intentions than just wanting to befriend you.

The whistle sounded and the game began once more, the men skating themselves back to the middle. You checked how much time was left on the clock, ten minutes. Ten more excruciating minutes and you were going to be finally free.

" 'Round it now!" You could hear Reiner call out to Grice as he suddenly slammed his complete weight into enemy Jaeger, their eyes meeting as the others chased after the puck. They went after it as well once he recovered from the blow, but it looked like they started talking and you managed to spot a furious glint glazing over his hazel eyes.

He suddenly threw his stick out onto the rink, ripping off his gloves and grabbing Jaeger's shirt by the collar in frightening speed. Reiner was undeniably experienced with his punches, uppercutting him from below the mask. It toppled off of his head, falling to the ground with a crack, and Eren was stunned for a second, just for a single second. He was unable to completely process what had happened before the bigger male tackled him to the cold ground, the deafening sounds of heavy bodies slamming into the ice made the arena stand still.

The referee was too afraid to intervene but blew the whistle immediately, and hundreds of people watched the Reiner Braun brutally dig his knuckles into his face. Fresh crimson spilt down on the ice in splatters and you were forced to witness him weakly trying to stop him, protecting his face as much as possible to no avail. Bertolt immediately tried pulling him off of him, shouting at him that he needed to stop but it was like he was in a trance, almost attacking him in the process.

He finally was pulled off of Eren by the goalie of Warriors — furiously throwing his own punch into his face — and the poor boy having to be quickly removed from the rink on a stretcher. Reiner was pinned to the ground by multiple individuals and given a tranquilizer, his body soon relaxing and slumping over. They put him on a stretcher as well, his hands and legs bounded together and his mouth wrapped with a cloth rag. He was still slightly conscious, his calm and woozy stare meeting your horrified one.

The game had to continue without them but you had already left, not knowing the result. You felt too nauseous from smelling the sheer fear and panic that was coming of Eren, pungent and potent as it filled the air. But Reiner's...

All you could smell was that sickening warmth, a burning sensation in your nares. The same scent from your dorm but that's not at all what made you leave immediately. The sick fuck was happy he was beating into the defenseless guy, exhilarated that his blood was running down his skin and staining the floor, joyful. The nose doesn't lie and you wonder if everyone else caught it too.

Bertolt texted you when he visited Reiner in the hospital, but you didn't respond, busy trying to scrub the remnants of him out of your dorm while tears ran down your cheeks.

He did it for you.

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sems-diarie · 6 months ago

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king!yuji x goddess!reader, devil!(canon)sukuna x goddess!reader. corruption, manipulation; ummm yeah 🙂‍↕️. you and sukuna are advisors to yuji’s kingship but sukuna isn’t satisfied with that and ofc wants more?? tries to get u on his teammm. idk what this is tbfr. yuji isn’t even in this i feel insane for mentioning his name so much.

“He’ll never love you, y’know?”

Your lashes flutter. If looks could kill, Ryomen Sukuna would be torn apart. He’d be decimated. The archangel you are, you take his joy in your misery to a painfully personal degree. An ode to your soul, yes—but most insurmountably, your pride. You’d tear into this foul-blooded creature with your teeth and tear his Adam’s Apple out. Eventually.

“Or maybe,” Sukuna sighs, awfully wistful and horrifically persistent. “Maybe he does love you—but never in the way you’ll need, sweet goddess.”

“You know nothing of love, arrogant lord.” Who was this over-stationed filth to scoff at you in your lovely, lonely turmoil? Your adoration for Yuji is like the archaic sky you once rolled around with him in. Vast, wondrous, free. An ancient oath calls for the blood in your heart to fall belly-first beneath Yuji’s whimsy—but just as equally his burning ambition. In return, Yuji accepts the wisdom of his goddess gratefully, gracefully—and runs forth a kingdom that adores him.

“You amount to nothing more than a pair of foul-smelling testicles.” You nearly spit at Sukuna when next addressing him. The thought is surely tempting. “How dare the filthy likes you speak so wrecklessly to me in a domain I take pleasure in owning?”

Sukuna is smooth. His tone promises your rebellion a nasty punishment. “Watch your mouth, lackey.”

Your love for Yuji is swift, blinding, cutting. Your favorite king cleaves apart something deep in your soul. He’s beared you vulnerable for all the world to see, to laugh at. Sukuna gorges himself upon your aching heart. The fall from grace is all the more devastating with no one to catch you or your tittering feathers.

You jerk back. Hard. It’s nearly a stumble; you think for a moment he’s pushed you. Pushed you. You’ll have his head—Yuji may yet have it before you.

But there Sukuna stands, yet, eyebrows raised in far more amusement than you’d like to acknowledge. Solid, and still. He hasn’t moved at all.

“Away from me, you foul, wretched, whorish, innocuous thing,” you’ve never heard yourself break such news in a voice so even, so pristine. Save a crack or two, which the demon before you eats up. Not unlike, you take note, of his four devouring eyes as they pour over you—pretty, little you, stood trembling before him. “Take your fucking nonsense to the cretinous hole that bore you.”

“We are better than that little shit,” Sukuna scowls. “Better than all of those shits—humans.”

It takes you aback, if only slightly. His pride, as it swelled in his shoulders and ached in his fingers. Even after serving Yuji for so long, Sukuna harbors still so much resentment for your king. So much envy boils in the commander’s chest for Yuji’s power, his people, his hopelessly devoted constituents You almost call him on it.

“I don’t want to upset my beloved Yuji should this spat of ours conclude bloody. I am taking my leave from you.”

“Sweet goddess, Yuji will not save you from these claws,” Sukuna promises. “Nor will he save you from my hungry mouths on your pretty little cunt. Eventually.”

“Yuji will have your tongue, again. Dirty-mouthed slut. I’ll watch with hearts in my eyes when he claws it from your jaw. How long did it take to heal last time, cursed demon?”

Sukuna bristles, mouth parted in delicious silence. You’re a harpy.

“Y’know,” you take a tone he hates. Awfully sweet, and fake. “For some all powerful, life-snuffing demon, you leave so much to be desired. So often, Sukuna, I look to you and think, How will this meathead prove to be an utter humiliation today? Why my wonderful Yuji keeps you around is cause for trial. You do nothing but take joy in this tender plight of mine. As your kind do.”

But you do know. To be king is to wage war. Ryomen sits and waits, fiends for the opportunity to take Yuji and the rest of their knightship to war. To hardwon battles, and hardwon victories.

That is precisely why renowned warlock Megumi Fushiguro was to summon the wretched Ryomen Sukuna: The kingmaker, slayer of power-hungry mongrels. Slayer of unworthy tools.

Your Yuji was no tool.

“Such venom you speak at me with,” Sukuna tuts. “I’ll have your head full of cock for that. And Yuji shall be chained to watch, just like you’ve dreamed, dear goddess—,”

Your love for Yuji builds endlessly; woefully, but thankfully, you spill it into him, with of course no crescendo in sight.

Yuji burns bright, blinding inside of you. Your pride? Is searing.

Searing like your palm as it aches in the wake of Sukuna’s ridiculously fortified jaw. You aimed lower than you’d have liked. You almost go in for another, to slam your palm right into the heart of his pretty, mirthfully dark eye. He catches your hand. Presses his thumb right into the heart of your wrist, somehow directly hitting a pressure point in your terrifically human host body.

All the strength in your body slips through your fingertips and spills through your knees. But oh, Sukuna is there to catch you—with an arm twice the size of your head wrapped firmly around your thick waist.

“Settle down. Once was fun, but twice?” His eyes narrow. “You are meant to fill gowns,” he doesn’t miss the chance to roam your body as he says it, “and play in Yuji’s crown like the good girl you want so desperately to be.”

He leans down close, nearly nudges your temple with his nose. His vessel’s body towers over you. Still, your eyes refuse to betray yourself—nor does any fear live in your heart for such gems to express so.

“Fill gowns?” You tilt your head up more. To be outdone, by a worthless curse on humanity no less, was non-negotiable. “You think your goddess not merely a whore, but a vapid one.”

“A goddess sat warm and inviting, warm-ing the cock of some pathetic king. A tale older than time, silly succubus.”

“Sat quite prettily, indeed,” you muse. “Are we reminiscing? I was there to give my king what he needed—,”

“Such disposition must be made mine,” he shrugs. “Everything in this world and thereafter is mine to take, to keep, and to shred apart. But I thrive when taking such fine treasures for myself.”

You glower. “I serve Yuji.”

“You serve Yuji?” Sukuna scoffs, venom burning through his eyes as he settles them upon you. “You serve your cunt to him on a platter, and give him the strength he’d otherwise be sorely missing.”

“A lovely, little cunt,” you interject, “that he worships in mind, body, soul—kingdom. What do you give me besides headaches and stress?”

“I found you,” Ryomen Sukuna growls, seething. Ah. There it is. The crux, the core, the spill. “I did. You’re mine, my booty—yet here your pussy is, the pussy I liberated, stretched by the minuscule cock and drenched in the impotent seed of some lowly man.”

“A king,” you correct him swiftly. “I belong to the honorable king whom of which you bestowed me to. Yuji thought me such a clever gift, he returned your sentiments with politicial asylum. He redeemed you, because of me. Something you clearly seek, despite your insatiable impulse to seek and destroy all things human.”

Half of his mouth tugs into a quick, almost impossible-to-catch smile. “Pain is the most human thing, the most raw we could ever see the humans.”

“They’re weak,” he protests further. “The brat doesn’t even know the first thing to do with you.”

“Nor did it pain you hand me over to your king,” you continue on, over his meaningless rambling and take your point home. “Ripped me from the caverns of my sweet island and dumped me onto the lap of a ruler that you.. vehemently hate.”

“I am a king. I need nothing from that boy.”

For the first time since encountering this freak, do you smile so genuinely.

“You were.”

For a few moments, Sukuna is quiet. He regards you with a silent contempt that leaves you shifting on your feet.

“Your hundreds of whores shall wet your cock exactly how you like, my lord. And I shall… comfortably aid my lovely Yuji through these turbulent times!”

“Yuji won’t love you how you need,” Sukuna guarantees. The conviction in his tone almost makes you falter as you take flight in fleeing from Sukuna’s chambers. Surely Yuji must be searching for you.

“But I will,” Sukuna rasps, “I worship the ground you walk on now, don’t I?”

You give him little regard.

“Worship it as I take my leave.”

#sukuna <3 #yuji <3 #sukuna x reader #yuji itadori x reader #sukuna ryomen x reader #goddess!reader #jujutsu kaisen

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feyclowns · 5 months ago

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the cadabra boys — a brief look

booker cadabra | piero cadabra | carmine cadabra | astro cadabra

booker cadabra (asterisco)

big family man, extremely loyal. raised very traditionally

the asterisco family was protected by the mob, he really looked up to and appreciated it for that (which is how he met celestine)

no braincells but a very big core (heart)

excessive pet names

wholeheartedly supported his wife in every endeavor, could not fathom her as anything but judicious and kind (sometimes, a lady's just gotta do stuff for the greater good)

chain smoker (chronic worrier, put all his faith in his wife)

def cried at his own wedding

when he sees good in people, that's all he sees

never got to meet his grandkids

piero cadabra

the talker between him and carmine

oldest son, booker's favorite

catastrophizes a lot

likes to be told what to do. does not like being given choices

tends to ramble

lots of nervous tics when he's not in "game mode"

like a whole different person when he's got orders. cool, reserved, collected. until the game plan changes

loves his nieces wanda and willa (blonda) so much

carmine cadabra

second eldest, he was conceived not long after piero was born

cousin guido's dad

really good at math, handles most of the money that comes through

very jaded. prides himself on being "the smart one"

tends to express his thoughts through piero, who's better at talking than he is

holds grudges for centuries

gets queasy at the sight of core magic

thinks blonda is lazy

lowkey thinks big daddy is a meathead (he loves his little brother anyway)

astro cadabra

teeny boy, second youngest (big daddys big brother)

really good with yo-yo tricks

frequently wandered, dad had to keep him on a leash

had a staring problem

#fop #fairly oddparents #cadabra crime family #the fairly oddparents

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jd07201990 · 1 year ago

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The next time you’re at a Grecian Resort, enjoying the food, the pool, and the breeze from the ocean, be sure not to insult a God, hiding in plain sight as a gym Trainer; Unless you want to be, “Blessed” with Herculean strength, and everything the movie didn’t mention comes with that! I wasn’t an athlete at all. This was supposed to be a vacation before college, where I was majoring in Physics. Then, one afternoon while I was passing by the Resort’s gym, I saw a hoard of sweating, grunting behemoths, lifting, running, and posing, while a beast of a man with Silver-Blonde hair and a thick beard, pushed them hard. I snorted, remembering the meatheads at school who’d gotten free-ride scholarships for sports, while I’d worked hard to keep my GPA flawless. The man locked eyes with me, glared, and suddenly I found myself walking toward him, my feet doing the work as I struggled to try to stop. This is why I should have kept my mouth shut. But when he made me explain why I thought Athletics wasn’t important, I decided to be snide, insulting anyone wasting time with sports and weights. Then, emboldened by his relative silence, his arms crossing over his titanic chest, I went in for him as well, his age mostly, but also that he worked as a trainer at a Resort, not something to brag about. Well, turns out that was Zeus, this is his resort, and every one of those beefed up, thick-built lumbering brutes currently filling the gym with a humid funk, were snotty rich boys who’d been stuck here for weeks, as the Zeus forced them to grow. I was then pushed onto a bench, and began helplessly lifting, as Zeus pushed me through the first workout of my life, and many, many more. I was there 3 months and did nothing but eat, sleep, workout, and sometimes we were allowed to talk with the others. Over that time, with the help of a cursed metabolism, I had to stuff myself at every meal, often snacking in between. We were all like this, constantly shoving food into our mouths to fuel the endless bulk. The whole place seemed to ring out with grunting, groaning, the sound of protein shakes being chugged, and helpless belching, as our bodies burned the calories into pounds. We had no choice, and Zeus only made it worse when you complained. By the time my vacation was finished, I was 6’, 205lbs of thick, padded bulk. Just a pile of muscle, lumbering around on huge, sweaty size 14s. Everything about me had gotten big. Even my hair grew, wild and curly, although it was also more often than not, plastered to my forehead as I grunted out another 50 reps. No matter how much I showered, there was always the lingering scent of testosterone pouring from under my arms. My pecs were Zeus’s pride, and he finally let me go when he said I’d gotten far too big to ever hide the muscle and warned me that I’d never lose the bulk, that I’d always be starving for food, and would get fat if I didn’t work out. That’s how I started college as a Big, sweaty Physics Major, with a skinny little roommate who complains about my mountain of dirty laundry, my sweaty shoes, and has no idea there’s nothing I can do about it! I can’t fight it, I eat, I sleep, I work out, and sometimes I even get to study, when I’m not getting crumbs all over my textbooks.

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thesharktanksdriver · 1 year ago

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A wish for a happy life (romantic)

The Readers gender I’ve tried to leave ambiguous

This is being made when there’s only 4 episodes out (and I haven’t yet seen them all) so there may be inaccuracies to stuff later revealed but who cares!

I got inspiration to write this after seeing @ice-cream-writes-stuff bucchigiri fic that you can find here. Please check it out

There need to be more fanfics for this show pleaseeeeee 🙏🏻

To say you were a handful as a child was an understatement

From the moment you could remember anything your knuckles were always bruised and bloodied

Bruises littering your arms like medals of a successfully won fight

Tousled hair and busted lips

Glowering and prideful eyes daring someone to be next

Fighting was almost as natural as breathing to you back then

Speaking with your fists to get across the message of not being messed with as playground bullies ran off

Violence was all you knew as a way to get attention

Crying and begging for the orphanage attendants or preschool teachers to listen was for naught

They brushed it off

Crying was white noise

But the yelling and sounds of an arm being broken on school property was heard loud and clear

On all accounts you should’ve ended up as a delinquent

For hells sake you even started a gang at some point

On all accounts you were Someone on the “wrong” path in life fated to be some lowlife scum

It was expected of you by just about every grown up

Even looking at yourself in the mirror, busted and broken you knew how you’d likely end up

You didn’t want that but what choice did you have?

You wanted to be loved, to be seen, to have a happy life

But fate didn’t seem to have that cut out for you

…at first

But despite it all

You changed

And it all started with a woman own a small Chinese restaurant and her son

Despite your track record

The scornful look on your lips and gritted teeth as the other children lined up to be picked as you sat off to the side

That kind woman and her son saw you

The kid off to the side

The unwanted

The “trouble child”

And despite the fact they should’ve picked one of the more well behaved kids they chose you

Arajin often talks about the look on your face that day

The pure disbelief

Shock

Confusion

And most of all the tears

The expression of finally being seen for the first time in your life without having to quite literally pummeling it into someone

Your expression remained that when they brought you home

A room already made for you and left for you to eventually decorate how you want

That night laying in your new bed you vowed you’d change

You’d put your life on track

Not only for yourself but for your new family

Arajin (platonic)

Arajin can removed with a whole heart the first time he met you

It was before bringing you into the family

He was training with Matakara at the time as some older kids from some gang showed up

They were probably gonna rough them up

Arajin was ready to fight when suddenly someone beat them to the punch

“Oi! You fucking meatheads I told you to leave civ’s alone!” You stood there, a scowl on your face as the others cowered. Your eyes turned to him and Matakara, sympathy flashing through the hardened eyes of steel and diamond. The unspoken words of “I’m sorry” in them.

After that he saw you around town

Never going up to you but watching in curiosity

Maybe once upon a time he’d see you like any other punk

But that day changed something

There was compassion in your eyes

Even compassion in the way you seemed to fight for others without admitting it

He could see at heart you were a good person

Someone who fought for others because no one fought for them

He didn’t know why you did what you did until he and mom ended up at that orphanage

And in the back he saw you there

To the side with a resented sadness

Knowing you would never be picked

Never be loved

Never have a good life

His eyes connected with yours and he swears he sees them widen in that moment

You were seen

You were chosen

You could have a good life now

That night he remembers your silent sobs of joy in the next room over

The next morning he design comment on your reddened eyes and neither does mom

Both just focus on how you eat with a smile

Still a little jittery as if wondering if this was real

He pats your shoulder to remind you it is

In the months following he can’t help but smile when noticing your room grow with things of your interest

The way you seem to find clothes that properly fit you

The way in which you talk with him while cooking with mom

You grow with him

Hang out with Matakara who welcomes you with open arms

When he becomes interested in base you save up your buy him one for his birthday and when it comes yours he does the same bit with a drum set

In every way possible Arajin sees you change for the better

Perhaps your temper never went away but you know how to handle it now

Use it for good

Use it without lashing out wildly

He sees that you help mom out, call her mom too

You call him Ara, call him your brother

In every way possible you look out for him as best you can

When he looses his old physique and dream you take the place of protector instead

No matter the situation you step up for him even if his idiotic actions lead to his ass being beaten

You love him like he’s actually your brother

And he loves you the same

When moving back to the graffiti covered hometown you both were born in he can’t help but see your nervous

It’s easy to tell for him since he sees past your stoic facade

Your hands fidget

Eyes glancing from place to place

Breath getting heavy

When your shared teacher talks about the class he sees your hands fidget once more

For so long you’ve protected him

And in the moment your both in front of the class he protect you

He introduces you by his nickname for you

Your stoic face breaking a little with gratitude before he immediately sits down beside a cute girl in the back of the class

You aren’t surprised, damn horny teenage boys

The sentiment of what he did thought resonates with you though

Much more than you’d ever admit to your stupid little sleez of brother

That girl he’s looking at with goo goo eyes is trouble (also vaguely familiar)

But you’d be damned if he’d get his asskicked if you weren’t there to save him

…….later on when he ends up in a temple almost completely naked and ends up shooting both himself and you with two old ass guns you almost give him the ass kicking of the century

But fortunately for him you don’t

But unfortunately for the both of you two beings appear instead

“Ara, when we get home I’m kicking you in the ass for shooting me in the stomach”

“Just don’t kill me before I lose my virginity”

“God your a degenerate”

Senya and Astḗr (platonic)

The two Majin appear from a burst of smoke swirling smoke of red’s and purples

Two magical beings demanding to know what both your and your brothers wish was

The Majin your brother was granted is much more intimidating in nature than yours who leisurely relaxes on a cloud

Their much more and lithe androgynous appearance paired with an elegant and sly smile

Whilst Senya pokes at Arajin for being a wimp, Astḗr stares at you with interest in their golden eyes

A curious expression on their face as they examine your glare of both fear and defence

A lavender tinged hand reaches out

Your frozen in fear

And then-

“Kyaaa!! You’re such an adorable human!” The Majin wraps their arms around you, choking you in a massive hug as the other lightly laughs at their behaviour. “Ah! Mind my manners! I’m Aster, now what’s your wish?”

“Huh?…w…what?”

“What’s your wish?”

“My wish?…” you think it over for a moment before a memory plays in your head as you one night watched a shooting star “I wish happy life”

The Majin grins at that, “as you wish”

And then Arajin wishes to lose his virginity which makes you and the two Majin stare at him in both shock and disbelief

Before you them rightfully punch Arajin in the head for both shooting you and wasting a wish for literally anything in the world

Meanwhile both Majin laugh their metaphorical asses off

The Majin are only seen by you and Arajin despite Ara trying to get others to see the two

Despite the fact that you had a mental breakdown when first meeting Senya and Astḗr you become quickly used to their presence

Senya is the more battle hungry of the two, enthusiastically asking you of your past experiences once hearing you had your fair share

Despite his initial impression he seems to be quite a fun guy

He even has an almost puppy like expression at times when you explain new human things as Aster listens with a look of amazement

Speaking of Aster your Majin is seemingly the youngest

Apparently their first time even experiencing the human world

Senya has granted wishes a couple times within the span of few centuries but Aster is doing it for the first time

It leaves Senya looking on like a big brother as Aster engages with you with enthusiasm

You soon realize though that your wish for a happy life was soon much more complicated than you initially wishes

“Aster why am I seeing shojo anime sparkles?!?”

The Majin giggles “well you said you wanted a happy life right! Well I watched some of those shows your mom was watching and some fairytales and well…they seem to be living a really happy life! Plus you used to live here right? Whats more happy and romantic than reuniting with your old friends!”

As much as you like Aster your gonna strangle them

Mahoro (romantic)

The girl your brother is listing after and sits beside seems worryingly familiar to you

Even she seems to notice this as she looks your way as Ara is too love stricken to notice she’s looking behind him

It’s so odd

She rings a bell in your head yet you can’t place a finger on it

Until it’s after school and you end up at a small stationary shop selling cute stuff

Even back in your delinquent days you had a soft spot for cute stuff

It was a secret you hid in the depths of your soul for your reputation

Except to two people in particular

One of which who you gifted a small my melody keychain to match your kuromi one

In that small store you pick out the cutest stuff of your dreams without any hesitation you used to have

By the time you leave your bag is filled to the brim

It’s there you bump into that pretty girl

She looks at you with big pink eyes

And it’s there passing her you notice her my melody phone charm

It’s there you realize it’s “Mai-chan” as you used to affectionately call her

The only person you felt comfortable in talking about your love for cute things

Back in the day she used to have the biggest crush on you

She’d follow you around and cling to you like a stray puppy and glaring at anyone in a 3 feet radius

She even had the gull to argue with her big bro about being to close to you

In retrospect maybe a little obsessive but at the time she was one of the few you felt…soft with plus it was probably just puppy love

Around everyone you had to be ready for a fight

You were the ruthless leader of a gang after all

You couldn’t have to to just simply sit down and enjoy something like Sanrio

Someone but yourself to put bandaids and wrap your bruised knuckles

But with her you let your guard down

She was someone you could simply be you with

And because of that, because you were her shield and someone who would genuinely listen to her

You could simply be you and she could be herself without people just perceiving her for her looks

When you were adopted though you cut contact for everyone’s sake

Because how would she feel if she saw you were a completely different person

In some sense you were ashamed

In another you thought it was best for anyone to know

When you leave the shop she stares at the kuromi merchandise you bought

Distantly you hear her nickname for you but you pretend to ignore it

When Ara asks about his prospects with his “sweet Mahoro-chan~” you can’t help but sigh

She’s doing that old habit of luring guys in for her brother to beat up since you won’t do it anymore

You tried to warn Ara but you assume you’ll have to step in personally when the time comes

“Oni-chan! I think I saw them again! And they’re hanging out with some boy! You know what that means!”

Matakara (romantic)

The moment you stood up for him and Arajin as kids he looked up to you

Despite the fact you were the leader of those kids you clearly had morals

Even watching your fights against other kids he noticed you were honourable

And that’s something that stuck with him

Sure, it didn’t take much for you to bloody your knuckles but you didn’t play dirty

You fought fair

Sure maybe you were rough around the edges but he saw in you like Arajin a kindness

One that was on display that day and even more so when you were taken in

He didn’t know you for very long until you and your family moved but when he did it was something he’d never forget

You were more kind at heart than he imagined

When he an Arajin would train you’d alway cheer them on and have celebratory snacks ready

When he pushed himself to the limit of got hurt you’d patch him up

Washing his scrapes and putting cute little bandaids on them

He was heartbroken when you left and as were you

So it’s a surprise when he suddenly sees Arajin again

And by extension that means your back too

When you both run into each other again your much more happy than Arajin

In fact his men can hardly believe it when he’s suddenly tackled hugged by you

Never can he but he then spins you around in pure joy

All the while his men Zabu and Komao watch in awe

Before you turn your attention to them

And pause

And then turn back to Matakara with an expression which could only be described as “pissed and wanting an explanation”

So turns out he joined a gang

And turns out you don’t like that much since you then suplex him onto the ground

Of all the things he learned from you it should’ve been not to get affiliated with gangs

It’s literally what you told him and Ara everyday

But nope, this block headed puppy dog did the one thing you told him not to do

Zabu and Komao almost attack you if not for Matakara laughing it off

Even if your upset with his decision he’s at least happy that your still the same you

Temperamental but compassionate

Sturdy yet gentle

Stoic and emotional all at the same time

He asks if sometime you’d like to have lunch or train at the dojo his relatives own and you agree

But only if it’s non gang related and he smiles

Zabu and Komao can practically see hearts buzzing around him and the gentle look in his eyes as you leave

They can’t really blame him for it either

“Other than joining a gang (which I’m still upset about) what have you been doing?” You ask sitting down beside him with your bento box and his. Mom made one specially for him

“Well I’ve been training. Arajin may have given up but I haven’t, it seems like you still train too” he says with the same kind smile as usual

You feel yourself get a bit flustered at that “how else am I supposed to keep that idiot brother of mine safe. I swear he walks into danger sometimes” at that Matakara laughs in agreement.

Marito (romantic)

Back when you started your gang there was only ever one person that ever came close to your strength and that was Marito

When you had defeated him it was as if he became a parasite that latched onto you (you say this lovingly and out of annoyance)

He had stuck with you like glue and became your right hand man

Quite literally helping you claw your way to the top of the metaphorical food chain

Marito and his sister were the only two people at the time that saw you for who you were

Saw where you’d slink back off to at night

Saw how utterly hopeless and alone you felt

You were strong yes, that’s what drew him to you in the first place

It was (as he says) “love at first fight”

But beyond that he began to see the person who did his sisters hair

Gave other tips In how to throw a proper punch

Allowed their mask to break In his presence and crumble

It made him grow to love you more

Respect you more

And most importantly grow to care for you despite your inability to properly see it

Despite what you thought so many people respected and looked up to you

Him included

For fucks sake his own sister got jealous when he once had to carry you or when your attention was on him too much

You didn’t see this though, perhaps couldn’t with the constant feeling of invisibility and insecurity instilled into you at birth

It’s because of this that one day you seemingly disappeared and left a note saying you gave up your position as leader to him

It hurt

It hurt a lot more than he wanted to admit

everyone felt your absence, him and Mahoro especially

But despite that Marito never gave up on trying to find you

He would get it through your thick head one way or another that he cared for you

That he loved you damn it

And if there was one thing people would agree on about Marito is was that he never gave up on something

Especially for someone he loves

So when years pass he’s still looking for you when something catches his attention

His sister mentions that she thought she saw you

It seems you were back

And with a guy? Who was also once again wrapped around her finger

He wasn’t surprised at that but moreso you were with someone

So maybe after that he got a little bit heated more than usual when interrupting Mahoro’s “date” with him to beat the shit out of him

And maybe he does get a little obsessed with his punch

And then you show up with that beautiful stoic and cold look on your face as you give him your famous combo moves

And he falls in love with you all over again

I mean how can he not?

Especially when he punch back and you simply spit the blood out to the pavement

And how can he not be jealous when you go help Arajin before realize through a now pissy Mahoro (upset he got to be within 4 feet of you) that’s your brother

From the look on his face of lovesick and determined you can’t help but feel a bit nervous in class with Arajin as Mahoro practically looks behind you and you hear some footsteps quickly approaching your classroom

“Looks like big boss is back in town! I wonder how long I’ll need to fight them to get it in their thick head how much I love them” he says kicking his feet as newer members look in confusion. The older one though know

“Oni-chan you better not hog them from me!” A huffy Mahoro grumbles

You really wish you could’ve wished for something else

Your having the feeling Arajin wishes the same

It seems they were right about having wishes always turn out in the worst of ways

Senya and Astḗr don’t seem to be doing it maliciously but rather out of obliviousness

But maybe it was both your faults for not asking for a straight forward wish from two entities that haven’t interacted with humans for centuries (or for in Astḗr’s case ever)

#platonic #romantic #bucchigiri!?! x reader #bucchigiri?!#bucchigiri x reader #Marito #marito x reader #mahoro x reader #mahoro jin #Mahoro Jin x reader #marito jin x reader #arajin tomoshibi x reader #matakara asamine #Matakara x reader

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Shirts And Skins

Jared Hopworth x Stranger!Danny Stoker

Running a gym is harder than expected, but especially when unpleasant clients start causing trouble.

TWs- homophobia (dw it's some rando but queer is used as a slur once), internalized homophobia, canon typical flesh and stranger content (body horror and implied cannibalism)

Also I'm American and know absolutely nothing about gym culture so don't come at me, I just wanna write gay stories lol

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"What the hell is that tiny twink doing in here?"

The question caught Jared off guard as he snapped out of his daze. He had spaced out while sitting at the reception desk, like he typically did when things were boring. His gym may have been a front to feed on fear, but he still had to run the place like a proper business, boring or not. It had been a longtime dream of Jared's to own a gym, he just hadn't expected running it to be quite so... dull. At least something seemed to be happening now?

"What's going on...?" Jared rumbled groggily, punctuating his question with a yawn. He hadn't sensed any change in the insecurity levels permeating the place, so it wasn't affecting his fear farming. No decreases, so he didn't need to mess with the lights or the music, and no increases, which meant one of the plentiful victims was ready for "harvest." Things were just... blah.

"Are you fucking stupid? I'm asking you what the hell this guy is doing in here!" The irate man, whose biceps were the same size as his shiny bald head, gestured toward a slender figure on the treadmill, wearing a shirt with stripes on it. He wasn't sure what it was, but Jared figured it was some kind of pride flag. He had a hard time keeping up with which one was which, so he never bothered with it. Gender and sexuality hardly mattered when everyone was a walking meat slab. (Though he did admire the dedication some had in the quest to obtain the perfect body.)

Jared watched the stranger jog for a moment, saw no immediate issue with his form, then looked blankly back at the client making the nebulous complaint. This guy's steroids were probably affecting his brain. Clients did get easier to persuade into new shapes after a while of using the stuff, though, but that also meant their tempers got worse and worse... Which meant Jared had to keep them in check.

The man stared at Jared expectantly, gesturing toward the treadmill once again, a little more rude this time. Without a beat, Jared answered. "Well, it looks like he's getting a better leg workout than you. Should work on that too, you look like you've skipped a couple leg days." The swell of self-consciousness coming off his customer made Jared grin. This guy could be sent over the edge from client to victim soon, Jared could practically taste it. These types of gym bros had such frail egos, which made it so easy to mess with them. Essentially, with lax gym rules, they flocked to this place like a fly to honey. It was like working at a fear buffet, and so long as he kept the lights on, he'd never have to worry about his next meal again. Those meatheads that ditched him for the ritual didn't know what they were missing. Not to mention he thought the whole ritual plan was stupid in the first place, a meat hole lacked any kind of imagination. It's like they didn't even try.

A shout from the other side of the room pulled Jared out of his residual anger regarding his recent abandonment, and he quickly realized that the guy he was mocking a second ago was about to go full 'roid rage. Lax rules or not, a fight would attract unwanted attention. Annoyed with the whole situation already, Jared hoisted himself out of his seat and pushed past the growing crowd of gym rats. He was fully prepared to wrench the tinier man from the larger patron's grasp, but to his surprise, the smaller of the two seemed to be holding his ground. This could get interesting.

In this very moment, Danny was facing down the goliath who had unceremoniously turned his treadmill off, pulling the plug at the source. At first he had assumed it was some sort of emergency, like a small personal object had rolled underneath the track, or even an electrical fire, but this was not the case. No, this asshole was just looking for a fight. Danny was hardly bothered, though, he'd been confronted by men this size before and thrown them for a loop, easy-peasy. The big lunk seemed awfully cocky too... Danny decided that a quick stretch wouldn't hurt, especially while this asshole was trying and failing to intimidate him.

"Are you even listening to me?! I said I want you outta my gym, fucking queer!" The man snarled, attempting to shove Danny back mid-stretch. Fortunately, Danny found it all too easy to evade his touch by purposefully dropping to the floor like a rag doll. Not far from the truth of the matter, he thought, contorting himself to be standing on all fours. It was in that very second that Jared realized that he had a Stranger in his gym, and that things were about to get weird.

The instigator stared at Danny in pure shock, and Danny seized the opportunity to have a little fun.

"I'd be listening if you had anything interesting to say!" He twisted his torso around a full 180 degrees, his legs following as if it were an afterthought. At this sight, a handful of the customers bolted out the door. "At least you noticed something right, big boy~" Danny winked at the man, laughing as his opponent's face got redder and redder. Jared wondered if the man might explode if his blood pressure got too high.

Unable to hold back panic and rage any longer, the man attempted to punt the Stranger in front of him, only managing to graze Danny as he deftly somersaulted backward and subsequently skittered up the shelf holding the hand weights, like some sort of feral animal. Danny goaded him on, throwing his head back and laughing between moments of making kissy noises. The man wasn't having any of that, and before anyone else could stop him, he hurled one of the benches in Danny's general direction. Unfortunately for Jared's wallet, the man missed his intended target and knocked down an entire row of exercise bikes, which fell with a terrible crunching noise.

"Alright, everyone get the fuck out of here." Jared bellowed, sending whatever bystanders were left running. They had seen Jared mad a handful of times, and knew better than to stand up to him. Jared was an enormous man, towering over even the strongest power lifter among them. Those who stood against him either disappeared completely or were hospitalized with severe injuries. Danny, however, knew no such fear, and continued his reign of chaos by launching himself directly onto his foe. The man attempted to avoid the sudden blow by turning away from his attacker, only for Danny to cling to the straps of his tank top like a maniacal little rodeo clown. The man scrambled to pull Danny off his back, but was unable to get a proper grasp on him. Bodybuilding came with an unfortunate price: his arms were so swollen that he could no longer reach the small of his back.

Jared attempted to pull the man back toward the office, but lost his grip when the man threw himself backward against the wall instead, desperate to get Danny off his back. Danny didn't seem to be in any distress at all as he was slammed repeatedly against the bricks, but in all fairness, he was gathering a good amount of fear from this nonsense. Jared cursed under his breath, pissed about what he was about to do, but there wasn't enough time to hesitate. The longer this fight went on, the more likely someone was gonna call the police. It had to be shut down RIGHT NOW.

With a single fluid motion, Jared ripped his baggy t-shirt off as easily as if it were made of tissue paper. What might have appeared as a beer gut beneath his tee (though he was not slender by any means) was actually a well hidden second set of arms, equally strong as his openly visible set. Mourning one of the few shirts that fit him decently well, Jared threw himself into the scuffle. His lower set of arms deftly grabbed the instigator's wrists, while his right hand gripped the man's throat, pinning him firmly against the wall. The remaining left hand pried Danny off the man's back as if he were a scruffed kitten. This was done with far less force considering Danny hadn't started this whole incident in the first place... and because most of Jared's strength was being put towards holding the bigot down.

Danny looked Jared up and down, the momentary peace finally giving him the chance to actually see the gym owner up close. Ripped, shirtless, and real handsy, Danny thought, realizing it was an excellent chance to shoot his shot.

"Finally!" He exclaimed, "A man who knows how to handle me!" A sly grin crossed Danny's face as he spoke. "You can handle me anytime. Nice grip."

Jared went bright red, his grasp on the human tightening out of surprise, the tendons in his hand bulging out. The suddenly strangled man gargled in protest, all the while Jared stared back at Danny, mouth hanging open. Girls had tried fawning over Jared a thousand times before, but this felt different. He couldn't figure out why, though... maybe it was all three of his hearts fluttering in unison. He tried desperately to ignore it, which was a little easier when the man he was holding down was trying to escape not one, but two monsters.

"Stop being so annoying, I'm trying to--" Jared growled as the man beneath him thrashed, to no avail against Jared's iron grip. "You know what? Fuck this."

Jared set Danny back on the ground, pointing at him, and then the front door. "Go lock the door and flip the closed sign for me while I shove this jackass in my office. I want a word with you." Danny saluted in response, which elicited a snort from Jared. The little guy was pretty funny, he couldn't deny that. Once everything was properly settled (aside from the muffled screams from the guy locked in the office), Jared sat down on one of the benches, gesturing for Danny to sit next to him. He tried to ignore his racing thoughts regarding the seating situation as well, shaking the idea and his shaggy brown hair out of the way.

"Sorry about your gym," Danny started, idly kicking his legs. "I didn't think I'd cause a scene so soon. I thought I was gonna mess with you, actually."

An abrupt half-snort, half-laugh escaped Jared's lips. Him? Scared? Impossible. "Yeah? " Jared challenged, grinning mischievously at the circus geek next to him. "What were you gonna do, huh?"

Flirtatiously walking his fingers up Jared's massive arm, Danny laid on the classic Stoker charm. "Oh, you know~ Wait until closing time, make you come over and tell me to leave, and just when you're about to tap me on the shoulder..." Danny suddenly let his upper half go slack, his neck hanging at an unnatural angle, like a marionette that suddenly had its strings cut. The surprise of it all made Jared laugh. It definitely wouldn't have scared him by any means, but it was still well executed.

"Hey, that's pretty good, man. The dead-eyed look sells it. Woulda scared the shit outta someone who didn't harvest organs for fun." Jared lightly elbowed him, prompting Danny to pull himself into a more natural position, giggling all the while. Man, that laugh was infectious.

"Do you want any of our extras? I mean, we try to use every bit at the Circus, but even Nikola doesn't really know what to do with a spare gallbladder-- Anyway, I could bring some to you as an apology for wrecking your place? Say... tomorrow at closing time?" Danny looked up at Jared with wide, sparkling eyes. Maybe a little too wide, revealing a sliver of the plastic that kept his frame together.

Jared didn't know what to say. Nobody had offered him anything before. In his life so far, if he wanted something, he had to get it himself, regardless of how legal it might be. It took clawing tooth and nail to get his gym, and he committed plenty of murder in the process. Yet here this Stranger was, wandering directly into his hunting grounds, and apologizing for causing trouble. To say it was a touching gesture was an understatement. Blinking in complete shock, Jared managed to blurt out an astonished "Yes??"

Danny squealed in pure joy, throwing himself against Jared in as big a hug he could give the man. It ended up closer to Danny face-planting himself against Jared's bare chest. Jared blushed again, staring at Danny momentarily before awkwardly giving him a pat on the shoulder. Were all Stranger avatars this touchy-feely? It wasn't that he hated it (though he'd never admit it), it just so happened that Jared wasn't used to this kind of contact. When his ex-friends were still around, the most positive contact he would get was a slap on the back. All of this was so new.

It took a moment of skin-to-peeled-skin contact for Danny to suddenly realize that Jared no longer had a shirt as a result of all the mayhem that had occurred mere minutes ago. Sure enough, the remaining shreds of it laid pitifully on the floor. The idea coagulated quickly in Danny's mind, and he gave Jared's chest a firm, friendly slap. Damn, this guy was solid as a rock under all that muscle.

"I can get you a new shirt too! The Circus is very good with a needle and thread, see?" To prove his point, Danny held his arm up to display his seams, which were almost impossible to see unless you were looking extremely close. Jared had to admit, it was pretty impressive.

"That'd be great," Jared confessed, "Pretty hard to find stuff I like in my size. Or anything in my size, really. Liked that shirt, too."

With a sense of determination, Danny picked up what remained of the shirt to keep as a template. By god, he was going to make things up to this man. "Then it's settled!" Danny announced triumphantly, "I'll bring you dinner and some new clothes tomorrow night, sound good?"

"Er- uh, yeah, sure." Jared stumbled over both his words and emotions, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. "And, uh. You don't have to worry about seeing that guy ever again, I'll take care of him." A skillful press to his chin urged a sharp set of teeth forward, tusks much like a boar's erupting from his lower jaw. A crack of the neck, a shake of the head, and Jared looked like a new man.

"On the same note, wanna thank you for finding me an early lunch. Meat is meat, y'know." Jared chuckled and gestured back toward his office, where the locked door was being rattled desperately by the man trapped behind it. His fear was already delectable, but there was nothing like sinking your teeth into a nice, juicy cut of muscle and sinew. Something of a rare treat these days.

He had already thought Jared was particularly attractive, but the sharp teeth stopped Danny dead in his tracks. Sure, he was playfully flirting with the Flesh avatar before, but that smile had him falling hard and fast. If he had a heart, surely it would have been beating in double time. How was he hotter as a monster?! Danny was so doomed. He didn't even know if this man liked guys! Hell, they hadn't even exchanged names yet!

Fuck it, it was now or never. Danny awkwardly stuck his hand out to Jared for a handshake. You know, the most normal thing to do when you want to date a guy. He was already mentally kicking himself, but it was way too late to take this back now. "You can call me Danny."

"Jared," he grunted in reply, his enormous hand engulfing Danny's as he gave a firm shake. "Names don't mean much to me these days, so it's whatever." This made Danny giggle, perplexing Jared in the process.

"Sorry, sorry!" Danny continued to giggle, "It's just, you sound more like the Circus than I do with the whole name thing. My name's the only thing that sticks with me. Nikola says I'm a special case." He shook his head bashfully, letting his arms swing idly at his sides. "You're uh, you belong to Viscera right?"

"That's a real big word when all you gotta say is Flesh. That's me though. The Boneturner." The way Jared enunciated his title could have given Danny the shivers. Why was he so hot??? Even if this guy wasn't interested in men, his looks were going to haunt Danny's thoughts for the rest of his existence.

The electric lights buzzed around them as the tension grew thicker. There was definitely something blossoming between them, though neither could put it to words so soon. The door behind them continued to shake as its occupant tried to free himself.

"You, uh, you should probably take care of that guy, huh?" Danny gave an awkward smile, fidgeting with the t-shirt fabric in his hands. Jared nodded in agreement, feeling the hunger beginning to gnaw at him. The anticipation of a good meal practically had him drooling.

"I guess I'll see you tomorrow then...?" Jared trailed off, barely able to tear his eyes away from Danny as he spoke. It was so odd to see a Stranger with such an athletic physique, and the very concept was intriguing to him. Hopefully he'd learn more about him under less hectic circumstances.

"It's a date!" Danny beamed, bouncing on his toes as he made his way toward the door. "Maybe next time you can meet me at my place for gymnastics rehearsal! Bye, handsome~"

And before Jared could protest with so much as a 'no homo', Danny was out of the building. The thought of it festered in the back of his mind as he closed the gym up early. He thinks I'm handsome, was the first concept to sink in, offering a considerable ego boost. Danny saw him passing as a human and a bit of his monstrous form, and it didn't change his opinion a bit. The last time he heard that was from his surrogate mother, Angela, and mothers were basically obligated to say such things, even if she wasn't his real mother. She was just the avatar who helped him get back on his feet again, that's all.

The other phrase took a bit longer to grapple with, It's a date. Jared wasn't completely sure if Danny had meant it in a romantic sense or not, but considering the handsome comment that followed, it seemed pretty damn gay. Was Danny flirting with him? The feelings around that were incredibly murky. On one hand, it was just the two of them who knew, and nobody would ever find out... on the other, if it ever got out, his reputation could be destroyed in an instant, like his father would say. He never quite understood why his father hated queers so much, but the countless news stories and videos of the violence towards them were frightening enough that Jared had tried very hard not to be anything like that. He had wanted to make his father proud.

Granted, he had been kicked out for the weird magic bone book instead. The fear was still there, though.

You know what, Jared suddenly decided, This is too much to think about on an empty stomach or three. He had left his meal stewing in fear for long enough, it was high time he had a bite. This doubt was due to low blood sugar, surely that was it. Yeah, he'd be fine, the gay thoughts would go away if his head was clear. Definitely.

Forcing himself to relax, the crackle of bone could be heard beneath layers of muscle. The sharp edges jutted out of Jared's skin deliberately, just as artfully as he had intended. The perfect form was never quite complete by design, but he always did feel better appearing precisely how he wanted in the moment. He was bone-chilling, threatening, and no one in the world would ever dare touch him. Even better, he'd be able to show off the truly terrifying look to his latest victim.

Bon Appétit.

#jared hopworth #the boneturner #tma jared #danny stoker #tma danny #stranger!danny #also it's important for me to note that danny is trans #tma fanfic #my art #lucid dreems

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aaronazizsasilver5 · 5 months ago

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gotta love dat we cowboyz brah, growin up as cowboyz and meatheadz is da best life ever

@romangolden68 took an updated pic of me and mah twin @golden-logan10 on da family farm we grew up on, huhu we look so awesome n hawt bruhs, no shirts can contain our hot meathead bods

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hippieuncle · 10 months ago

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the static babes

#my art #I.E #silas #milenko #john #dr pride #meathead #ocs

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ghostofnuggetspast · 4 months ago

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GhostOfNuggetsPast's Index Page

Here are links to the Tumblr versions of the things I made. Limericks, other poetry, fic rec posts, the Sherlock & Co community, etc.

(Latest update Jan 30, 2025)

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Random Limericks, Bereft of Homes

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Jonk-Blocked (Jan 28) - Old Friend (Jan 4) - A Warm Place (Jan 13)

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The Other Side is … Fandom? - Left-Overs (Dec 15) - It's Not a Bluff (Nov 29) - Manipulations with Sugar (Nov 19) - Hat (Nov 14) - A Septic Affair (Nov 6) - Doctor Love Meets His Nemesis (Nov 5) - You Thought I Couldn't See (Nov 5) - Not His First Meathead (Oct 7)

May Prompts 2024 from @calaisreno (May 2024)

Pride Month Sherlock & Co Prompt Fest! (June 2024)

Little Supermarket Bottles of Wine (July 23 - Sept 1, 2024)

Holidaze 2024 - prompts from notjustamumj (Dec 2024)

Penguin Pop-ups (Nov 15 - )

Origin of This Penguin - Storytime

YALC (Yet Another Limerick Collection) for January!

Creepy - Problem-Solver - Relationship Variety Packs - The Deerstalker - Your Scarf - Greg-Approved High - Operation "Over My Dead Body" - Brain Bleach, Neat - John's Side/Sherlock's Side/The Truth - Finally! - Sherlock ... Gets a Pup? - Summoning the Johnaconda - Product Preferences - Bad Date - To-Do List - A Crust of Propriety - Better Together - Fowl Play in the Countryside - Drafty Dressing Gown - Realization - Anticlimactic - Rosie's Lullaby - Subtle? Not So Much - First Time - Toxic Lunch - Barrier - Red - Well-Rounded Education - Self-Sabotage - Beautiful, Aren't They? - Wall, Stabbed - And Beyond?

Other Poetry

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Everyday Love (Nov 13,2024) - No Key (Sept 19, 2024) - Three Bus Haiku Poems (Jul 15, 2024)

Suspensoria and Other Poems by John H. Watson (Nov 19, 2024 - )

Ode to Your Hands Upon My Waking at 3AM to Hear the Violin - An Ode to Your Orbicularis Oris - Suspensoria - A Lament for Your Stomach

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666writingcafe · 10 months ago

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The Adventure Begins

Levi's overacting. Again. The only reason it wasn't obvious during the school play was because Simeon kept him reined in. Levi gets excited quite easily, and it causes him to get lost in whatever role he's playing.

I'll have to ask Simeon, but I don't think he intended the Lord of Shadow to act so...dramatically? badly? I don't know how to describe it, really. It just isn't very good.

Unlike MC. I'm not sure why I like their acting better, especially since they're currently matching Levi's energy. Maybe it's because they're intentionally hamming it up. They did mumble an apology to me before they started talking to him, after all, so they must know that Levi's acting isn't the best.

Satan's isn't much better, either. He's not as over-the-top as Levi, but I don't find him convincing as the "villain" of this story. If anything, he'd make a good anti-hero, but Solomon probably didn't want to make things too complicated.

Solomon's not a very good author.

However, I'm choosing to keep all this to myself, because the point of all this is to help MC get their first star. Lucifer, on the other hand, is having a hard time suspending his disbelief. So, I understand why MC told him to shut up. I just hope they're prepared to get their ass handed to them once Lucifer's back to normal size, because while he has a soft spot for MC, he doesn't like being silenced. Messes with his pride.

Speaking of which...the stars.

They represent the seven virtues, which are direct opposites of our sins. For me, that virtue is temperance. Solomon probably knows this, but he may not realize the full extent of my relationship with temperance.

Once upon a time, I was able to control myself and my urges. Until I wasn't. For my brothers, their sin was triggered by specific events; that wasn't the case for me. It just...happened. And I didn't realize it until it was too late.

Now, it's what most people know me for. They think I'm a meathead that only thinks about food. Even my brothers.

Which isn't fair.

Why are they allowed to have complex personalities, but not me? Why can they participate in mentally stimulating activities, while I'm cast off to the side and dismissed as too dumb to understand any of it? It's never made sense to me.

I think that's part of why I like MC so much. They're the first person in a really, really long time that sees me beyond my sin. They actually listen to what I have to say and seem to value my opinion, even if it's not related to food or sports.

Yet somehow, deep inside, I don't fully trust them. I think it's coming from my subconscious. Somewhere in there lives a hurt angel that feels like everyone he cares about will die and leave him behind. And in a way, it's true.

Lilith may have been the only person in our little family that actually lost their life, but my brothers barely resemble what they were in the Celestial Realm. It's weird. They wear the same faces, but they're completely different people. Sometimes, I feel like they're complete strangers, or perhaps taken over by aliens.

Oddly, the one person I can rely on to stay the same is Satan. Then again, he didn't have his own form until we arrived in the Devildom, so this version of him is all I've ever known.

"Beel?"

Shit.

I missed a lot, didn't I?

"Are you okay? You seem out of it."

"I could say the same to you." Why is that the first thing that comes out of my mouth? I sound like a jerk.

MC merely sighs as they sit next to me on the...bed? I take a proper look at my surroundings and realize that we're in a hotel room of some kind. Lucifer appears to be sleeping on the nightstand, using tissues as both pillow and blanket.

"Wanna go first, or shall I?" Interesting question. They don't seem upset at me.

"Your call." MC rests their head on my shoulder.

"Simeon needs my help making an important decision." Their tone indicates something serious.

"With what?" MC sighs again.

"His future." Huh? Why would an angel need a human's help with that? I know that the two of them are fairly close, but still.

"But that's neither here nor there," they quickly add, sighing. "It's not like I can do anything about it now." They glance up at me. "What's on your mind?"

"My past."

"As an angel?" I nod.

"Back then, the only thing that mattered to people was that I was strong. I wanted to be useful, so I decided to become a soldier and fight for the Celestial Realm. Problem was, I had trouble controlling my powers."

"Like I did before receiving the Ring?"

"You know, I hadn't really thought about it until you said it, but yeah. I suppose we have that in common. In your case, everyone had your back, which is good, because I wouldn't have wanted you to go through that experience the way I did." MC sits up and properly looks at me.

"What do you mean?"

"Every time I would destroy something--even though most of the time it was a complete accident--Raphael would make some sort of sarcastic remark about it. I think he started calling me the Hulk at one point, but it was meant as an insult." I pause.

"At least he had the decency to do it to my face. Lots of angels would talk shit about me behind my back. They thought I was too stupid to pick up on it, but I knew. They acted overly sweet towards me whenever I would walk in the room. Condescending, even. It was like I was a dumb kid to them." MC places a hand on my thigh and pats it.

"Sounds depressing," they remark.

"It was. Oddly enough, the one person in authority that didn't treat me that way was Lucifer. I initially thought he was too busy with his duties to really care about much else, but then one day he approached me and started talking to me. We had a legitimate conversation."

"About?"

"He told me to keep in mind that being a Celestial Realm soldier wasn't about attacking--"

"--but protecting." We must have woken Lucifer up. "You had the power to protect everyone--to keep them safe--and that you shouldn't feel bad because you were special. If you learned to control your powers, I'd recommend you to the cherubim and have you serve as a Celestial Realm gatekeeper. You did, and so I kept my promise." Lucifer beckons MC to pick him up and bring him closer to me.

"MC and I may be connected by the Ring of Light, but the two of you have a strong connection as well," he continues. "You're both motivated by the need to protect the ones you love, even if it means sacrificing yourself in the process. Drawing on that similarity is going to be the key to pass Solomon's test."

"Are you saying Solomon knew we had that in common?" MC asks incredulously.

"No. I did. I simply passed the knowledge along to him."

"How long--"

"The rooftop."

"Of Dogi Magi?" I'm glad MC understands what he's referring to, because I'm completely lost. Must have been something I wasn't involved with.

"You knew that Belphie would hurt you if you went against his order to reject me, but you did it anyway."

"I didn't want to lie to you."

"Because that would have meant hurting his feelings." Asmo may have used his powers to pick up on Lucifer's crush on MC early on, but I knew pretty much from the moment they set eyes on each other. Granted, he was more attracted to their soul initially, but who could blame him? It was bright and shiny, even back then. If we weren't under orders to not eat them, then they wouldn't have made it out of the assembly hall alive. Even Diavolo was struggling to contain himself.

Anyway, the point is MC cared enough about Lucifer in that moment to feel the need to protect him.

Just like I felt the need to protect Lucifer after I became a cherub.

MC's going to get their star.

#obey me shall we date #obey me mc #obey me beel #obey me beelzebub #obey me lucifer #basically what i'm doing with beel is depicting him as someone constantly in his head #and not in the 'i wonder what i'll eat next' kind of way #but instead having him silently observe what's happening around him and mentally commentate on it #sometimes it involves going on little rambles as certain things remind him of other things #but i'm trying to showcase someone who's able to pick up on people's personalities and feeling #simply by watching them interact with the world around them #i think he's emotionally intelligent #that doesn't always transfer to academia #but it is an important type of intelligence #because it helps guide interactions with real people in real situations #also #headcanon that lucifer was the last one to realize/accept that he had a crush on mc #asmo and beel may have picked up on it first #but eventually the others caught on #even the other exchange students #and diavolo #cue relentless teasing from diavolo to lucifer #diavolo: you have feelings for mc #lucifer: no i don't #diavolo: yes you do #and they'd go back and forth about it #diavolo just wanted his friend/occasional lover to be happy #and he thought mc was good for lucifer #so he rooted for them to get together #and was happy when they did

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jeanniebug623 · 9 months ago

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So, this wasn’t really planned……..but I’ve gotten a handful of requests for a follow-up to Sixteen. Like how Spider would respond, how would he and Quaritch get past it, all that jazz…….🕷️🦅

To all those who asked, this one’s for you! Maybe some of the inspiration to write this one will help with the others. Enjoy, internet darlings! 🐞💙

Sixteen Point Five

Minor TW: Mention of Previous Child Abuse/Corporal Punishment

“Sinking sand.”

The bored tone in Spider’s voice didn’t give the recoms any hint that they were walking into a potentially dangerous situation. Lopez and Ja let out a string of cursing after they jumped over the root the teen was taking the high ground on to instantly be up to their waists in thick, sticky mud. The sight was comical, but the kid didn’t crack a smile at the sight of two lab-grown meatheads with guns.

He hadn’t smiled in weeks…

Though his wounds had healed on the surface, Spider’s pride was still bleeding from the night he failed to escape Quaritch. Sometimes he would wake suddenly to ghosts of pain from the sixteen lashes he got or echoes in his head from the sound the reed made as it cut through the air and snapped against his skin. The colonel made good on his promise of the consequences of taking off…a promise Spider admittedly didn’t expect to be fulfilled.

Spider sighed and crossed his arms, raising a judgmental eyebrow and said, “I said there was sinking sand.”

”Speak English, you little punk!” Ja snarled as Mansk and Zdinarsk helped the pair out of the quicksand. Honestly, they wouldn’t have completely sunk. Spider could tell by the darker color of the dirt that the excess moisture was closer to the surface. The real danger was when it looked as close to the surrounding ground. Then it was a problem. That meant the top of the pit had dried enough and the quicksand was deeper below the surface.

Quaritch pulled himself up onto the root and shook his head in disappointment at his men. He growled as his ears flicked back and ordered, “Get your asses out of that goddamn sandbox.”

”We wouldn’t be in this goddamn sandbox if the little bastard warned us!” Ja said then quickly tempered his frustration to follow up with, “Respectfully, sir.”

”Spider.” Quaritch snapped, turning his angry glare on the teenager.

”I said there was sinking sand!” The teen retorted, “It is not my fault they did not understand.”

The boy’s stance was guarded. His arms were still crossed across his chest but the way he shifted his weight to the back foot told Quaritch he was primed to dart away. He’d been like this ever since…that night.

The colonel remembered the guilt that grew as he watched the boy limp back to camp with his tail between his legs after his little escape attempt. The kid, who’d shown no interest in wearing human clothing, immediately fished the tank top Quaritch brought in the off chance he’d change his mind out of the recom’s pack and hadn’t taken it off since. At least not with anyone around. Wainfleet checked on the kid once when he was washing himself up in a river and immediately put it back on.

”Spider, when there’s a threat, I expect you to deliver a warning the squad can understand.” Quaritch commanded while doing his best not to sigh with exhaustion, “You readin’ me, boy?”

”What happened to going Na’vi? Speaking the language?” Spider responded, ready to pounce away if the motherfucker tried to grab him.

”Don’t be a smartass!” Quaritch snapped, understanding most of what he’d said back. Despite the choice of words, the normal bite of sarcasm in the teen’s voice wasn’t there. At first, Quaritch thought the lesson kicked in and Spider was being compliant. He hadn’t argued and gone out of eyesight. The guilt he felt for going too far with the boy disappeared when he thought himself successful in disciplining the boy. But it returned tenfold a few days later when he attempted to check on the boy’s recovery…

Quaritch simply wanted to see the damage to make sure there were no infections, but Spider had practically jumped out of his skin when the colonel lightly grabbed his arm and started to lift up the back of the shirt. He knew there was still bruising, he could see it on Spider’s shoulders. But he didn’t get to see the places where the skin had broken because Spider rounded on him with a cracking hiss. It wasn’t the usual savage response with anger and ferocity; it was a broken hiss made in fear.

Before Spider collected himself and stomped off to avoid further embarrassment, Quaritch could see something he didn’t expect. Sure, he knew Spider would be angry with him for teaching him a well-deserved lesson. But in that brief moment, the recom saw that the boy was afraid of him. That wasn’t…he never meant to…

From that day on, he kept his distance from Spider. Because even if he walked too close, Quaritch could see the kid tense up and check his corners to make sure he wasn’t blocked in. That he could get out of arm's reach if he had to. It was never Quaritch’s intent to make the kid scared of him…he just wanted to get him in line and know who was in charge.

Spider’s guidance for the recoms had gone from fun and games to a trial by fire. He hadn’t spoken any language other than Na’vi. Warnings, like the quicksand, came in the moment and resulted in some sort of consequence. Nothing too dangerous. Yet. Half the squad were itching up a storm for three days after making their way through a patch of ferns that Spider opted to avoid and go through sharp thorny flowers instead. The kid got some nasty scratches, but at least he didn’t break out in horrible rashes all over his body like the others.

Spider let out a sigh as he dropped his arms to his sides. He just rolled his eyes and turned to continue along the root. The quicksand was just another tally on the scoreboard for the snarky teen, but he wasn’t enjoying it. To say he was miserable was an understatement. He hated the recoms…especially his undead deadbeat father’s clone. For a lot of reasons…but he had sixteen, technically seventeen, reasons of his own. Not just the shit the human Quaritch had done in the past or how roughly his friends were treated when they got caught…

He knew he was on a short leash. But the longer he spent with them, the less he cared. And the less he cared…the more he wanted to destroy them even if that meant he went down with them…

They stopped to make camp shortly after getting Ja and Lopez out of their quicksand because their gear, specifically their firearms, needed to be cleaned. They dropped their packs by a steadily flowing creek and started about their duties. Setting up the tarps, checking the perimeter, collecting firewood…Spider stayed out of the way and sat on the water’s edge until he started to get dark.

”How’s your O2, kid?” Quaritch asked, standing a few feet behind him.

Spider glanced down at the exopack then back forward, watching the small crests of shifting water and said quietly, “I will live.”

The teen heard the recom sigh. A tightness pulled in his chest as he heard leaves being crushed under heavy combat boots as Quaritch walked over and crouched next to him to look for himself without making physical contact. He might make it until morning. Of course, the panic flooding his system would make his heart beat faster and quicker breathing would empty the O2 tank quicker.

“You wanna take that risk, tough guy?” Quaritch asked quietly and calmly, watching the boy’s expression from his profile.

“I’ve taken worse ones…” Spider said just as quietly.

”Ah, so you didn’t forget how to speak English.” Quaritch said with a sarcastic tone. It was a poor attempt to lighten the mood and failed miserably. The boy looked away from him as he pulled up a knee to rest his crossed arms on. “Spider.”

Nothing. No vocal or visual response.

”Spider, look at me.” Quaritch said, getting no response again. His tail flicked in annoyance but he stayed calm and said, “We gotta bury the hatchet, kid. We made a deal and you disobeyed a direct order. Ya got exactly what I said would happen. I get you’re used to just doing what you want and gettin’ away with shit, but I ain’t gonna coddle you. Don’t give me a reason to give you a whoopin’, you don’t have to be scared of me.”

Spider straightened up before turning to look at Quaritch with a furrowed brow. The boy looked confused. Was he going to have to spell it out for the boy? Before the recom could break it down further, Spider spoke up in a low tone.

”…you think I’m scared of you?”

Now it was Quaritch’s turn to look confused. The way the kid acted around him…following orders, staying in sight, jumping like a mouse in a snake pit whenever the colonel got close to him. What about that didn’t show Spider was afraid of putting another toe out of line?

”I’m not scared of you…” Spider said before narrowing his eyes and something dangerous taking over his voice, “…but you should be scared of me.”

Quaritch couldn’t stop the chuckle that escaped him. What the hell was the kid on that was making him go loopy and spew such bullshit? Glad to know he still had some fight in him.

”Easy there, tiger, it’s ok to be scared. I put you in your place and yea, I might’ve gone too hard on ya.” The recom said, letting the relief of this snarky attitude ease his guilt. He had to admit the kid was putting on a good show of it.

”I’m not scared of you. I don’t TRUST you. Big difference.” Spider reiterated, much louder, “And you SHOULD be scared of me…want to know why?”

”Enlighten me.” Quaritch humored instead of letting his mind hyper focus on what the boy said. Not scared of him…but didn’t trust him. This felt like a worse seed for his guilt to grow from.

”You and the rest of these fucking idiots are out here to learn. To go Na’vi or whatever bullshit you were spitting before. You told me to ride along…be your mascot or translator or own personal Pandoran tour guide. But you seem to forget that this is my home. Being out here? You’re in my fucking world. There’s a lot of dangers out here in the forest…” Spider explained, each sentence dripping with more poison than the last.

”Feelin’ tough, boy?” Quaritch growled, suddenly not liking how dead-behind-the-eyes the teenager looked as he spoke. “You know what will happen if you put us harm’s way. Straight back to the lab.”

”So what?” Spider said without a sliver of care.

”That what you want?” Quaritch snapped, his ears flattening back as he called out Spider’s bluff, “You know I’m a man of my word.”

”Yea…I do…” Spider said quietly again, giving Quaritch a false sense that the boy was backing down. Until he continued and said, “But so am I. Stuck in a prison cell or lab or with you? Doesn’t make a fucking difference to me. I already said you’ll have to kill me before you get anything out of me. And I meant it…”

Quaritch silently appraised the boy. He realized his threats didn’t have as much control as once thought over the boy. The way Spider was acting and speaking? It was not the teenager he plucked from the forest that fateful night; not even the one he’d first brought with them back to the forest. This version of that boy was playing the game with his own secret rules. A chill ran up the colonel’s spine at the revelation that this was not just a child prisoner of war; Spider was now as much a threat as he was an asset.

”The most dangerous thing in this forest? Is me. I know everything out here that can kill you…and I might just let it happen…” Spider said with a hollow tone before looking forward again. “You should’ve stayed dead while you had the chance.”

#atwow #atwow fanfiction #atwow spider #recom quaritch #spider quaritch #oneshot #tumblr prompt #avatar the way of traumatizing spider

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kuronanox · 4 months ago

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Hanahaki My Love - Muguruma Kensei

(Author note: this the longest one shot I've ever written ;-; I'm so sorry for the wait. I wanted to make sure I was satisfied with the story. Although I felt the ending to be rushed a little I think everyone will enjoy it! Please read with caution there is a smudge of nsfw and angst! I wanted to make yall suffer with me fyi)

To live a grey life was to hold on to feelings and emotions, never having the ability to let go even if you wanted to. There was no color in the way (Your Name) saw the world around her, especially since this painful sickness had taken over her body a month ago. She use to think it was okay if Kensei was with someone else besides her as long as they remained good friends. Although that wasn't the case, her own heart was falling apart. Her mind telling her 'it's okay to let go' or 'there is more joy in other things' but in her heart there was nothing.

She laid naked and deep in thought as she coughed, her lungs hurt and peddle came out. The pain felt like glass cutting through her throat till it was raw and bleeding. Most days were manageable, when she didn't see Kensei and his fiancé. (Your Name) was usually in better health but on certain days when she happen to cross path with him was when her illness acted up and she would have to swallow all her pride not to scream at Kensei.

(Your Name) wanted to yell things to him such as 'you stupid bastard can't you see I'm the one who stood by you all these years' or 'you are the root to my illness but you can also fix it'. She knew by saying those things it would be selfish of her. She could never make someone love her even though it was painful wishing for it. Since sleep did not take over her body today (Your Name) checked her phone to see a few messages from friends, none to which excited her. Most of it was checking up on how she was feeling and her health. Her eyes widen as one did catch her attention, it was from Kensei.

"Why didn't you tell me you were sick?" She read his message out loud. And then she scoffed and threw her phone on the other side of the bed to fall back asleep. Unbeknown to her Kensei would be knocking rage on her door early that morning.

"Get your ass up now (Your Name), I'm not playing." She heard his gruff voice coming south of her body as her feet were nudged lightly to get her attention. There was a whine that escaped her mouth as she rolled into the bed, her bare back and ass in full display as Kensei brow knitted in confusion as if he should look away or throw the covers on her. He choose to throw the covers on her.

"What do you want so early in the morning, meathead!" (Your Name) jerked forward from her sheets, exposing her breast and harden nipples from the cool air. Kensei looks away and she was hurt but decided to leave the bed and throw on a robe. "You never responded to my message." He replies giving her a proper look watching as she ignored his stares, not that they held any longing that she wanted from him anyways.

(Your name) walked through her bedroom down to the kitchen to start coffee as she ignored his statement. There was no way in hell she was gonna tell him about her illness, disease, problems.

The frustration grew on Kensei forehead as a vein popped out, he followed her to the kitchen as he slammed a fist onto her counter causing (Your Name) to flinch before turning his way again. "It was a mild fever that's all." She lied and offered him the black coffee before taking a seat across his very angry face.

"You lie." He says but continued "don't hide things from me, I know it's serious if you haven't been to work for a week now." (Your Name) mentally rolled her eyes but at the same time those coughs were threatening to show itself to him as she held her breath to stop it from coming out.

"Why does it matter to you? I'm on medication. There are you happy?" The shaking in her voice threatening to show signs of weakness as she looked down in guilt.

Kensei was in disbelief, his life long friend was holding secrets from him and one that was very serious to her health. He wanted to be there for her, help her and make sure she was gonna be alright. The (Your Name) he was conversing with looked like a ghost in a shell, her body had become thin, and her reflection pale. Eyes were sulking as well as her attitude towards him was that of a child.

"Well I'm sorry if I wanted to worry about you. You're my friend." Kensei says to her, she did catch the hint of sadness and disappointment but pettiness took over her lips. "Stop worrying about me and worry about your fiancé Kensei, no good will happen if you worry about another women."

There was an awkward silence between them as (Your Name) looked towards the window and Kensei was looking down at his fist now. They both thought this was it, there was a certain boundary in their friendship and of course he was the one pushing it. To Kensei it seemed as (Your Name) never tried.

"I'll see you around." He says roughly and leaves. She looked at his back leaving and then threw her coffee mug against the wall. Tears were threaten to spill as she started to have a coughing fit. Without having any control of her body she fell to the floor in a hurling position covering her mouth that was dripping red of blood and of little peddles.

"When will this illness go away?" She asked Unohana as she went for a check up for her health and of course medicine to heal the pain in her throat. The older lady gave (Your Name) a sympathetic look, there was hesitation in the captains face before she chose her words wisely.

"Unfortunately the other few cases with this disease had left the patient to pass away, there is no time limit for the disease and it can consume you whole.... though I advise you if there is something or someone causing you to feel this immense pain... to let it go. Maybe then you will return back to normal." Unohana voice was gentle and soft, she look a bit sad to have to tell (Your Name) the tragedy of it all. The doctor knew best though, in all her lifetime no one has ever survived or at least none that Unohana knew of.

"I see, thank you." (Your Name) says in a ghostly manner as she left squad 4 feeling even more depressed than she was this past month. Life threw a curve ball and wanted her to suffer for it. On her walk back she bumped into someone causing a bag of groceries to fall onto the ground.

"Oh my (Your Name) I'm so sorry!"

It really was her unlucky day as she met eyes with Kensei finance, she was gorgeous, had a beautiful face and amazing figure. Her voice was the sound of silk and flowers. (Your Name) winced at the thought before squatting down to pick up the food that had fallen. "Please join us for dinner tonight, me and Kensei are grilling up some A5 wagyu!" She wanted to kill herself at that moment, Kensei fiancé bare no bad intentions towards her but (Your Name) couldn't help but hate everything about this women. "Im fine, thank you for the invite. Maybe next time."

Kensei fiancé insisted grabbing (Your Name) arm dragging her towards the 9th squad. "Please! Kensei has been worried sick for you and he misses you-"

Those words burned (Your Name) heart, she felt a red hot fury past into her as she snatch her arm back and yelled "Don't say those thi-" she stopped herself before correcting her tone of voice, her breath evening out. "I mean, don't say that! I can't ruin yours guys dinner date!" She says jokingly... right jokingly. Before Kensei fiancé could protest again (Your Name) bid a fast farewell and walked back to her squad quickly to avoid anymore attention they may had drawn. The house was cold again and she like the house feeling cold. Why bother turning on the heater. It was the beginning of winter but she felt as if it didn't matter. Nothing was going to cure her disease anyways. The buzzing of her phone caught her attention. Mashiro and Shuhei wanted her to join them for dinner.

(Your Name) didn't mind, they were a good distraction and good company. The trio met around 8 at a local bar that sold food and drinks. There was a few people playing instruments on the stage allowing for a upbeat atmosphere. "Beautiful as always." Shuhei compliments her as he held the door open for the two ladies. Mashiro snickered at the compliment before picking the seats for them. "Thank you sweet boy, you're still to young for me." (Your Name) says to Shuhei before winking.

They decided on getting ramen and pork sticks before picking up a few sake bottles and beers. It was one of those nights she guessed. Mashiro didn't seem like the one to drink and she knew how Shuhei was with alcohol. Maybe Kensei was in a bad mood causing the lieutenant's wanting a fun night out. "So when will you return to work?" Shuhei asks as he build them a sake bomb for the first round. "Probably soon, in a few more days. I'm enjoying vacation still."

"Vacation my ass, we rarely get work days off." Mashiro butts in as Shuhei elbowed her on the side. (Your Name) eyes widen at the statement before laughing, she didn't take any offense to the comment. Well she knew they probably guessed her and Kensei weren't on the best terms right now. "Awe is big ole daddy stressing you guys out?" she coes to Mashiro jokingly as the seat next to her gets occupid.

"Who are you calling big ole daddy?"

(Your Name) faced whipped to her left to find Kensei staring at her with amusement. She cleared her throat before throwing Shuhei and Mashiro a accusing look. The pair decided to help each other make the drinks avoiding her eyes. She couldn't be upset with them even if she wanted to. In her heart she knew they meant well.

"OH! So you guys are fighting." Mashiro continues to say, the girl had no filter with her mouth. The adults, Kensei and (Your Name) ignored her comment. It was going to be a rodeo tonight. It was either (Your Name) lashing out on Kensei or they would all enjoy the night. She preferred to enjoy the night. Shuhei passed all the drinks out as they all drank on the count of three. The atmosphere was nice mostly except Mashiro and Kensei bickering but that was usual between them. "Shuhei why don't you go up the stage and play the guitar!" (Your Name) says pointing towards the emptiness of other shinigami leaving it.

The younger man couldn't refuse, he wanted to show off his guitar skills to his captain and longest friend. As Shuhei went on stage to play some songs Mashiro danced along with (Your Name) as they laughed and held each other. Kensei couldn't help but have a soft smile on his face. She looked at ease, she looked happy and even a little more healthy. He thought she was getting better. A hand on her head stopped her from dancing as she looked up to Kensei and he used his head to show the direction of his request. The small bar across the room. Agreeing to his request they left Shuhei and Mashiro together.

"What's wrong?" (Your Name) asks with worry in her eyes. Kensei opens a stool for her to take a seat as he followed after. "I wanted alone time, those two knew we were fighting and set this whole dinner bar thing. I told them no but..."

(Your Name) gives him a sympathetic look and holds his hand lightly giving it a small squeeze of encouragement. "I could never stay mad at you for long Ken. We've been each other rocks for many years. A small petty fight won't change anything."

Kensei sighed in relief, maybe he didn't need his lieutenant's help but at the same time there were periods of time when he couldn't recognize the person (Your Name) had become. She would lash out on him or simply ignore him. He couldn't figure her out anymore and that frustrated him. Kensei didn't know how to tell her and he wasn't going to ruin her night. "Will you let me walk you home tonight, I don't want creeps lurking after you."

There was hesitation on her face when Kensei asked that request. She didn't want to be alone with him, no she couldn't be alone with him. "I'm okay, I can manage. Plus it's not like I'm all that attracting that someone would follow me." He knitted his brows in annoyance and held her hand tighter. "I insist a beautiful women shouldn't walk alone at night. Especially you." Kensei points out and he couldn't read what her thought were, but she silently agreed before making her way back to the stage to watch Shuhei.

The night came to an end with a very drunk Mashiro since she was with the drinks most the night and a tipsy (Your Name). Of course Shuhei knew it was his job to get the annoying girl home safe. He sighs as Mashiro complained on the way out. Shuhei gave Kensei a nod before the two left. The night was chilly as Kensei and (Your Name) left right after. He was bundled under a sweater and scarf, she was wearing a long dress. On the beginning of the walk he put his scarf on her. She blushed lightly but didn't show. Because of all the alcohol she coughed wanting to throw it all up, her body refused to hold it in as she used her hand to cover any evidence it might show.

"No no don't cough, kensei will lose his marbles and start questioning me."

The walk was silent and she looked towards his ring finger. Her heart was yearning, aching and numb. The thought that Kensei and his fiance would share forever with each other actually made her puke as she fell to the floor onto her knees and threw up. "(Your Name)!" He shouts as she pushed him away swallowing the remainder of it but it did her no good as there was a mixture of food, drinks and blood. "I'm fine." she states but Kensei refused to let her go and looks at her in worry. He knew something was up, drunk people don't throw up blood.

He shunpo them back to her place and took the spare keys out of his jacket. "I knew it jackass, you still have the keys to my place." She laughs now and of course it was the last remaining alcohol that was still in her system. "How can you laugh in this situation?" Kensei asks frustrated she didn't seem to care. (Your Name) gave a big sigh as she stripped out of the dress throwing it somewhere in the living room. After she opened the fridge, it was practically empty but she found what she was looking for. A new bottle of sake.

"Because why not?" There was a cold tone under her amusement as Kensei stalked towards her. His breath fanning her face as she scrunched her face and pushed him away. "Ugh you reek of alcohol."

"I don't care, explain to me what's going on." he persisted as she dropped down to the couch and took a swing of the sake. He could tell she wasn't going to give in the argument. Fine he would force it out of her. Taking a seat next to her he took the bottle and set it down. "You are killing yourself." he calmly states as she glares back at him with anger.

"What happens to my body is none of your concern Kensei, mind your own fucking business and let me deal with it alone." She was angry, he could tell. (Your Name) rarely cussed and when she did that means business was business. Kensei couldn't bear to see her destroy herself, he wanted to throw the table, fuck up the kitchen even fuck her silly to see she is loved by him. "Don't do this (Your Name) let me help you." he begged grabbing her waist to scoot her closer to him but she retaliated and threw his scarf towards his face.

"Don't touch me." she coldly says making her way towards the bedroom. Kensei followed worried she might harm her body from the drunkness that was now taking over her body. He slightly grabbed for the arm before she turned around and yelled. "Don't fucking touc-" the flowers were coming up her throat as she threw a coughing fit. Her body shaking and hurling. The pain to intense that tears fell from her eyes as she looked down to see her hands covered in red. She was frozen as Kensei princess carried her into the bath tub to bathe her body.

The thought of him seeing her in this situation made it worse as she broke down in a sob fighting him in the shower to leave her alone but he stayed silent and refused any of her request. Even when she screamed and threw things at him, Kensei let her throw a tantrum. He dressed her and gave her water, made sure she had no cuts or bruises before taking her into bed.

The last thing (Your Name) confessed to him that night was that the disease had no cure and she would die soon.

As she drifted asleep, Kensei arms wrapped around her body tightly making sure she wouldn't leave his grasp. He felt at odds with her confession earlier that evening. He had convinced himself that she was purely drunk and pulling an excuse out of her ass.

"(Your Name) please be joking." He begged to himself as he inhaled her scent from her shoulders to neck cuddling his head between them. Kensei was afraid to lose her, death was inevitable in their line of work but something about losing her drove him mad. He was wary. He knew he shouldn't be sleeping in another womens bed but it was not any random women. It was (Your Name)

(Your Name) was up before the sun had risen, her body was sore and she still felt woozy. With a sigh she tried to move from the bed but Kensei body was locked against hers. A warm flush brushed against her cheeks as she turned his direction and examined his face. His scowl was no longer there, his face was relaxed and his hair down. She smiled softly while brushing some of his hair away from his face. He twitched a little from the sensation but ultimately gave into her touch pulling her even closer.

"Kensei you have to get up." She whispers, and she felt guilt in her chest. This was wrong of them to do, but it didn't feel wrong. The feeling of his arms caged around her body and his natural scent drove her crazy, she couldn't think straight. This was all she ever wanted and it's now here in her arms. (Your Name) could be selfish, for once she could and she wouldn't regret it. If death was to take her soon then she wished to have him once.

Nuzzling her head against his chest gave her comfort as she drew little pictures around his abdomen, letting Kensei rest while she contemplated what to do now that her secret was out. (Your Name) was lost in thoughts when she felt callous hands engulf hers. She looked up to Kensei as he slowly open his eyes.

"How are you feeling?" His voice was gruff, it was low and it sent a shiver down her spine. She couldn't remember a time when they were this close.

"Fine." She softly says lifting her body away from him but he still had her caged. There was an awkward silence between them. "I want to apologize for last night." She continued relaxing into his touch once again.

"It's fine, just making sure you will be alright." Kensei says as (Your Name) winced at his statement, the aching in her chest and throat already beginning to arise as she gently pushed herself off him. Her sudden movement alerted Kensei as he pulled her back into him. "Let me help you." He begs laying his head on her shoulder, he would do anything to keep her alive. "Name it and I'll do it."

(Your Name) held herself, knees close to her chest as she kept her eyes close. She did enough crying, she was tired of crying. The sensual touches and pleading voice of his made it worse for her to compose herself. She just wanted him.

"I just want you." She whispers painfully as her voice cracks, she locked eyes with him. He couldn't read them clearly. They were a mix of pain, sadness and longing. A sense of guilt washed upon Kensei has he lifted her chin up. He knew his next actions would be unforgivable but he wanted her right now. She wanted him. The consequences would come after.

Slowly they inched their mouths to one another letting the kiss settle in as (Your Name) gasp but Kensei took that opportunity to move deeper into her sighing into her touch. His hands grabbed onto the plush of her waist as he caressed all the curves her body held. Her hands went straight to his hair begging for him to give her more. Their tongue entertained each other as she moaned into him. "Please more." She begged as he lifted her into his lap making his way to her neck sucking on her sweet spot as she moaned and rolled her hips against him. Kensei took turns on sucking and biting her sweet spot giving her a taste of estacy waiting to be released. His hands on her ass massaging them apart.

"Shit you're driving me crazy." He groans as she grind her hips more needy and whines wanting for him to bite her sweet spot again but Kensei refused and slid her shirt off massaging her perfect tits in his face and he moaned taking them into view. He imaged them full of milk and leaking as he took one into his hot mouth swirling the little buds. "Pretty little ladies waiting to be drank from baby." He groaned into her as she whined rubbing harder into his bulge wanting it deeper into her core. "Please kensei suck on them more." Her voice raspy as she looked down towards him watching Kensei smush her tits together swirling on her nipples on one go. (Your Name) didn't think that was possible but oh how she felt so wet right now watching Kensei suck on her pretty tits as he was a starved man.

Slapping her ass Kensei flipped her onto her stomach and probing her ass in full display. "You won't be needing these babe." He says while ripping her underwear in two pieces. She gasped as the cool air brushed against her most intimate area.

Kensei couldn't tell what brought this upon them but he was so painfully hard watching her slick pussy asking to be eaten out and oh he would, he would eat her out till she was crying and begging for him.

Anticipation ran through her body as she shook her ass swaying them as a invitation to him. Kensei grabbed each cheek and threw a spit on her clit before lapping her clit on his tongue. "Yes." She sighed "please."

His warm tongue played with her clit as he switched from sucking and swirling circles. Kensei couldn't get enough of her taste, her wetness melting into his mouth as he moaned into her pussy causing the vibration to shiver up to her burning core. "I'm going to do something so don't freak out." He states as she halted herself and stared back at him. He looked feral, he looked hungry. "Okay." She agrees and smiles softly.

Kensei kissed each side of her ass cheeks before spreading them apart and kissing her little hole. She jolted from surprise as he held onto her. " 'so kay baby, let me take care of you." He whispers as she relaxed her body and he slowly drew saliva onto her pretty little hole. Diving his tongue to rim her ass she moaned into the sheets. He smirked and continue to lick her ass while rubbing circles on her clit. "Oh Kensei." She whines as he hummed in response. "Feels good baby?"

"Yes feels so good." She says as he alternated between licking her clit all the way up to her ass. After making sure (Your Name) was wet enough he slipped two fingers into her cunt making her moan. "Oh fuck yes more." She plead as he pumped his fingers into her while eating her ass out.

"Didn't know you were so dirty." Kensei smirks as he slaps her cheeks once more before pumping his cock a few times.

"Of course you wouldn't." She says with sass and he tilts his head in confusion before giving her clit one last kiss. Kensei was painfully hard now that he just wanted to fuck her silly for all that mouth she was giving him. "Condom?" She asks and he shakes his head in delusion. No he wanted her now, needed her cunt squishing his dick like he needed air.

"It's fine Kensei I trust you." She says giving him a genuine smile of trust between the two.

He couldn't help but chuckle at her, of course she trusted him. They were life long friends after all.

"Hold still babe." He whispers as he inched himself into her and she moan softly into the sheets. He could get lost in her but Kensei wanted to make sure she was not in pain.

"More you dickhead!" She complained under him as he slammed his hips into hers and she groaned. He bullied his cock into her pussy until she was moaning so load the whole seireitei would wake up to it.

His grip on her hips bruised as her eyes rolled back and he took a fistful of her hair pulling her up to meet his rhythm. "Tell me you always wanted this? Tell me you always wanted me." His voice husk into her ears as she moved her hips more into him.

"Yes I've always wanted you." She cries out as he flips them over into a mating press. Her eyes are closed, she can feel him everywhere. She can feel his warmth, his breath, his dick abusing her insides. (Your Name) wants this to last forever.

Kensei gives her a sensual kiss onto her lips as his hips slow a little but still enough force to feel everything. She opens her eyes to meet his. Kensei eyes look sad, he looks torn. They meet foreheads as he groaned when her nails claw his back lightly. "Fuck, you drive me crazy." He says inching his face into her neck biting her sweet spot again before picking up the pace.

"Please don't stop." (Your Name) moans as he helped her ride through her orgasm before chasing his.

There body stilled for a moment before he lightly slumped down onto her, cuddling into her naked chest.

"I'm sorry, we shouldn't have done that." She quietly whispers trying to pry his body off hers. He grunts and lets her move.

"I don't regret it." He says watching her head to the bathroom.

(Your Name) could cry, of happy tears and sad ones. It was too late for him to make her his. He was too late to confess his love, his regrets, his decision to marry another woman. She throws him a rag before taking a shower.

While in the shower she scrubbed her body so hard her body turned red, she felt gross, she felt like a whore, an attention seeker. She cried and cried until the bathroom door swung open and Kensei rushed to her figure taking her hands away. "(Your Name)!" He shouts as she cried with her head hanging low.

"I can't do this no more Kensei, please leave me alone." She yells as he made room for himself taking her body into an embrace. She clung to him, clung onto him as if this was the last time she would be able to touch him.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." Kensei chants to her cuddling her body into his.

After a while she finally stopped crying and decided to get out the shower. Kensei was right next to her trailing before his phone rang and she tilted her head to see if he would answer. She knew it was his fiancé.

"It's okay, you should go now."

Kensei had a nagging feeling this was a goodbye like this was a make or break situation and he didn't know what to do. "I won't leave. Not until you tell me how to cure your disease."

Anger flared into her face as she slapped him in the face. "Stop shitting me right now Kensei! I told you already there is no cure! I'll die and you will live your happy little life with your fiance! That's how it was meant to be and how it's suppose to be!"

With her little tantrum she took his clothes and phone throwing them out her door for the whole seireitei to see if they walked by.

"Get the hell out, this is the last time you will see me." She threatens before slamming the door.

Kensei was stunned from her actions before he angrily left, he didn't go home. He went straight to the fourth squad.

"I'm here to see Unohana." He rudely says to a squad member before they ran with a tail between their legs to find Unohana Taicho.

"I wasn't expecting to see you Muguruma Taicho." She softly smiles leading him into her office. He was annoyed and angry but mostly towards the situation not because of (Your Name) temper tantrum.

"I know patients have rights to have their information kept secret but Im here to ask about (Your Name)." He explains to the older women and she already knew he would come once he found out of the disease.

"Must had a fun night." She muses staring at his love bite before he looked away in annoyance. "But yes, her records are private I can't give you that information."

Kensei cursed under his breath he didn't want to cause a scene in someone else's barrack and he had very little patience left in him. Unohana could see his exterior cracking as she sighs.

"Her disease is called Hanahaki, her lungs grow flowers until she can't breathe anymore. The cause is because of unrequited love Muguruma Taicho. Perhaps someone she loves dearly couldn't return the feelings. This disease is very rare and usually the patient is to loving to let go that they die from heartbreak." Unohana emphasizes to Kensei with a keen eye to make sure he understood what she meant.

There was no telling on Kensei expression as he nodded his head in regret trying to process the information that was straightforwardly thrown at him. "So there's no cure?" He asks swallowing but his throat was dry.

"Do you love her?"

"Yes!" He says quickly and defensively. Unohana could only chuckle as she walked away.

"Well there is your answer Muguruma Taicho, good day."

(Your Name) didn't hear from Kensei for the next month. She knew it was for the best. Walking back from the store she sees his fiancé. She groaned under her breath and hid her face to walk past but ultimately his fiancé saw her.

"(Your Name)! Long time no see!" She cheerfully says giving her a hug. (Your Name) hugs her back softly and cleared her throat. "Um how are you?" She asks Kensei fiancé trying her hardest to be nice but only guilt held her heart.

"You didn't hear? We aren't together no more." She whips her hand up to see her ring finger empty. Guilt was definitely eating her up right now as she had tears threatening to spill over.

Kensei ex fiancé now gave her a sympathetic look before taking (Your Name) hands in hers. "Don't feel guilty about anything. I know what happened that night. I've always known.... I was second in his heart. There were times when I hated you. I really did for a time but I couldn't hate you. You've always made him special. He left me the day after. (Your Name) be happy." She softly says before taking her leave but she must have also been heart broken too (Your Name) thought staring back at the beautiful lady who held her head high and walked with grace. She indeed was a strong lady and (Your Name) felt envy because she was also a good woman.

Walking home with empty thoughts in her head she didn't notice her lights on. Her head still hanging low. She couldn't process if she was happy or sad. The lady, Kensei ex fiancé forgave her and even wanted her to be with him.

"Took you long enough to get home." Kensei gruff voice awoken her senses as she closed her door softly.

"Hey." She says softly setting her bag down making her way to the kitchen where he had food laid out.

"I-" he starts to say but stops midway. He didn't see her for a month, the longest ever since they became friends long ago.

"I saw her, your ex. I'm sorry." (Your Name) starts but Kensei could only give her a hum while plating her dinner. "Did you love her?"

There was silence in the room as he thought if he loved her. He thought he did or until he was threaten you would leave him forever. "I did for a time, thought you never liked me so I moved on. I realized I couldn't love her wholeheartedly though but I still stuck around. It wasn't until I heard you were dying that I messed up, I was too late. If I can fix us now I will (Your Name)." Kensei say's uncharacteristically to her without much of an expression of discomfort but that of regrets and longing.

(Your Name) could only giggle softly at his face. Those expressions were not made for him. "Yeah I guess so." She says taking his hand into hers. "But there's still a lot of healing to do." She continued as he held her hand back with more pressure.

"I'll do anything, I'll make you the happiest and make up for loss time." Kensei confesses as he left small peppered kisses on her knuckles.

"Stop, I love you for you. We've had miscommunication before but now that we are here together, you don't have to change a thing. I want you for you."

Kensei could only pull her into a hug sighing with relief that he had his (Your name) back. How he wished he confessed to her in his younger days. "I love you." He says as she smiles into his hug.

Her home felt like home again.

(Authors note: you guys thought I'd make yall suffer haha I'm not that cold hearted! But thank you to everyone who voted and comment on my book it means a lot even if my updates are now millions of years away! I was thinking the next one shot will be Grimmjow! Since the anime is back I've been missing my big ole kitty cat!)

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