#not uhh rivalry???

[doomrichards]

I commissioned Rachael Stott for Reed Richards kissing long-haired Victor von Doom at C2E2 2024!

Rachael was telling me how when she drew the original long-haired Doctor Doom her gf asked who that was and he looks handsome and now she was also at the con to see this Doom kissing Reed drawn lol!!

I’m glad I got Rachael & Rachael’s gf approval!! ☺️

I hope I remembered the gist of the story haha!!

[atlasas45]

Even after years, the beasts may start another fight. That's why we must always be ready until that time comes.

[Below this text are their recent to old concept sketches bc I feel like sharing it too :p]

FIRST OF ALL, HONESTLY...... I'm still unsure on how they both would looked like 😭😭 Though I'm quite proud with the art on the top of the blog, but I still feel like I can add more to their design while still thinking with the colors aha-

Anyway, since I've been thinking of more concepts with my AU, I feel like I'm getting closer to how I wanted the story would went, and with how my ocs would looked like in the story. But for now, I will just show you these pretty recent to old (like some years ago aha-) of the Two Dragons sketches 💥💥💥

I'm unsure when I would draw Astaroth's non-dragon version, but he would use an outfit that is inspired by Hanfu Robes with hidden Rope Dart as his main weapon :]

And Rhys... Idk what I'm doing with his design nor really think about how he will looked like haha so uhh I just slaps and combining both outfits he wore and calls it a day 🔥🔥🔥

[Explaining this one based of my Sky AU] How to tell it... Hmm well actually, since both in-game and in my AU are more focused with Light rather than Darkness, I just think that they literally have different beliefs and styles that are not or cannot be seen by us, as they are not allowed to interact with each other. So I decided to make new whole outfits, cultures, use of magics, creatures, etc. To make differences for Darkness with Light, well at least in my AU :p

[demonic0angel]

DC X DP: the Flash family keep messing with time travel. Clockwork keeps making the Phantom family fix time related problems. These two facts mean that whenever a Phantom sees a Flash, they immediately start throwing hands.

Part 2

Part 3

Bart was crossing the living room quickly when Dani spotted him. In an instant, she transformed and flew across the room to tackle him with a shriek. They both landed on the floor and then they were wrestling like a pair of tantrum-throwing toddlers. Thankfully, neither of them was out to kill, but Cassie stared at them in exasperation.

"C'mon, you guys, again? It's only 8 AM."

Kon flew into the room, pausing at the sight of Dani and Bart fighting on the floor. He had Tim slung over his shoulder as he slowly drifted back to the ground.

"Uhh... are they fighting again?"

Cassie nodded, chewing on her breakfast.

Kon sighed, dumping Tim onto a chair. Tim was snoring and with him still sleeping, Cassie gently placed a piece of waffle into his open mouth with a smirk.

Kon shook his head as he put his hands on his hips. "Why are they always doing this?"

"Something about time travel, missions, and rivalry? And the speed force?" Cassie answered.

Tim sat up, chewed on the piece of waffle that Cassie had put into his mouth, and then mumbled, "It's because when the Flash family use their speed force powers, they mess with the timeline and the Phantoms have to go fix it. It's happened so often that now there's an attack-on-sight for any of the Flash family."

Kon blinked. The other two were still fighting and it seemed as though Dani was winning because she was choking Bart with her elbow.

Everyone ignored it.

"Wait, how do you know about it?" Kon asked.

Tim reached for Cassie's plate for a piece of egg. "Her brother keeps attacking Wally every time they see each other when they visit Dick."

[whenlilyfallsinlove]

amortentia

fred weasley x ravenclaw reader. this is a quite short one sorryyyy!!

"AND CAPTAIN L/N HAS THE QUAFFLE, SHE SHOOTS AND SHE GETS PAST WOOD. SHE SCORES. 10 POINTS TO RAVENCLAW." lee jordan's dejected voice was heard from his commentating box.

you smile to yourself. you were captain of the ravenclaw quidditch team and you were absolutely determined to win the quidditch cup. you knew it was probably unlikely, gryffindor had harry potter who was a magnificent seeker, but secretly you thought your seeker cho was just as good.

"SAMUELS. INGLEBEE. BE RUTHLESS. THE WEASLEYS ARE!! STOP BEING POLITE." you order your beaters, to which they rolled their eyes but listened none the less.

fred weasley, one of the gryffindor beaters and someone you'd say you had a "playful rivalry" with, heard you say this.

"i knew you loved me really l/n." he shouted, smiling and then aiming a bludger at you.

you expertly dodged it and caught the quaffle from burrow, another chaser.

"you wish weasley." you zoomed past him and chucked the quaffle into the hoop.

"L/N SCORES AGAIN, ANOTHER TEN POINTS TO RAVENCLAW." lee shouted.

"i thought your team was supposed to be good, weasley." you smirk at him.

"shut up." fred scowls at you, and you grin.

your chat was however disrupted by harry potter, the gryffindor seeker, casting a patronum spell.

you turn to see some slytherin 3 years laying on the floor, gasping. you chuckle at the sight.

what you don't laugh at, however, is harry holding up the snitch, ending the match. gryffindor had won.

"i thought your team was supposed to be good l/n." fred mocked you.

"shut up." you flew back to the rest of your team, probably to give them a speech.

you were quite in awe at the patronus charm harry had produced, so you went over to him, whilst he was, no doubt, being praised by his teammates.

"good game wood." you look at the gryffindor captain.

"good game l/n." he nods back at you.

"you're not here to attack us, are you? for winning? ravenclaw can't win all the time, you know." fred asks you.

you roll your eyes playfully.

"whatever, i'm actually here to speak to harry. your patronus spell was incredible! how did you even do that?!" you smile at him, which catches fred off guard.

"o-oh uhh t-thank you, professor lupin taught me." harry blushed, not used to the female attention.

"it was brill." you gave him another smile.

"flirting with potter won't change the result of the match, love." fred smirked at you.

"i'm not.. you know what." you shake your head and walk back to you own team, not before you immaturely stuck your tongue out at fred before you left.

"unbelievable" fred muttered, but he was smiling.

"just admit you fancy her, mate." george nudged him

"never."

over the next week, you kept your head down, keeping a low profile, like you always did when you lost a match. you had a competitive nature, so of course you were annoyed.

you weren't looking forward to potions. sure you were good at it, but snape infuriated you. and you also shared a class with the gryffindors. fred weasley would be there, your "enemy". you groaned to yourself.

as you arrived, late, may you add, resulting in 10 points off ravenclaw, you had realised snape was putting people in pairs for the potions you'd be making.

"jordan and george weasley, johnson and spinnet, l/n and-"

you waited for whoever snape was going to pair you with.

"fred weasley."

"for godrics sake." you frowned. just your rotten luck.

you moved next to him, avoiding eye contact.

"we meet again" fred smirks.

"seems like you can't get enough of me." you respond.

"i-" his words were cut off by snape.

"today, we are going to be brewing amortentia. l/n, what is amortentia?"

"the most powerful love potion in the world, it's supposed to smell differently for every wizard." you respond.

"smart-arse" fred nudges you.

you roll your eyes, but you were smiling.

"quite vague, but correct l/n. it is the most powerful love potion in existence. you are all going to be brewing it today." snape instructs, and leaves you to work.

"weasley, get the pearl dust." you say, beginning to pour the ingredients already out in the cauldron.

"on it." he salutes and winks at you.

you shake your head and continue to work. when fred comes back, you are surprised in how much you were getting on.

"thats time up." snape points to you and fred. "you two, what can you smell?"

"i smell... i smell.. i don't bloody know, y/n move away from me, all i can smell is your shampoo." he frowned at you.

"don't be ridiculous, let me have a go.." you smell your potion.

"right fred, shift, your cologne is overbearing, it's all i can smell." you sigh.

the other students laugh, realising what was happening.

"that's all i need." you could've sworn you saw a hint of a smile on snape's face.

oh. oh. you had smelt fred in your amortentia. no way. you couldn't have. this was insane. but.. it made sense.

"looks like you fancy me l/n." fred grins, but you could see him blushing slightly.

"i think you're the one that fancies me." you respond, with a small smile.

he shakes his head.

"you caught me... look do you want to go to hogsmeade on saturday? i promise i won't tease you about us beating you."

and to your surprise, you found yourself saying yes.

[arc-misadventures]

Friends Au: How would Roblyn and the happy huntresses react to seeing the photos of Jaune's family?

The Rivalry Burns Brighter

Yang: Hahaha! Oh, gods I forgot he looked like such a huge dork!

Ruby: Yeah, he's really grown up. Loosing all that baby fat, and gaining a lot more muscles.

Yang: You better keep that to yourself. Otherwise, Winter will come after you.

Ruby: Yeah, she... Winter... Winter scares me...

: Do I now?

Ruby: AHHH?!

Yang: Oh?! H-Hi, Winter... W-We're just looking at old photos when we were back in, Beacon, and we were just laughing at how, Jaune used to look.

Winter: Laughing at, Jaune?

Ruby: Y-You know how he looks now, but I don't think you ever saw him when he was at, Beacon.

Winter: No, I've never seen him until recently; What did he look like?

Ruby: Well, uhh... h-here's a photo of him...

Winter took, Ruby's scroll looking at the more skinnier body of, Jaune from a few years ago.

Winter: Hmmm... He defiantly has a much more boyish face... A cute, rounder, child...ish... face...?

Winter zoomed on, Jaune's face, analyzing every aspect of his face where she noticed something interesting. She pulled out her scroll before sending the photo it to her scroll, before giving, Ruby's scroll back to her.

Winter: Thank you for sharing this with me, Ms. Rose. Now if you'll excuse me.

Winter swiftly made her way to leave, quickly leaving the two sisters alone.

Yang: ...

Ruby: ...

Ruby: I think we just did something bad...

Yang: But, what did we do...?

Ruby: I don't know...

Yang: Well doesn't that sound scary...

~~~

Inside the 'secret' headquarters of the, Happy Huntresses, Robyn Hill, and her companions were going over several plans that they needed to accomplish to ensure, Robyn's ascension to become a councilmember for, Mantle, and Atlas. But, this planning session was about to be brought to an abrupt end. One a scared sheep faunas was about to tell why.

Fiona: Uhhhh... R-Robyn...?

May: Fiona? You okay?

Joanna: You look a little pale.

Robyn: Is something wrong, Fiona?

Fiona: You have a visitor...

Robyn: Oh? And, who is it?

Fiona: It's... It's, Winter Schnee...

Robyn: Wi... Winter Schnee?!

May: Seriously?!

Joanna: What the hell is she doing here?!

Fiona: I-I don't know?! She just said she needs to talk with you alone!

Robyn: About what?!

Fiona: I don't know?!

Robyn: Okay, okay, okay... Relax everyone, let's play it cool... There's nothing to worry about.

Joanna: But, it's, Winter fucking Schnee?!

Robyn: I know that... but, I must not show fear in front of my rival.

MJF: Rival?

Robyn: For my, White Knight!

May: White knight?

Fiona: Jaune Arc.

JM: Ohhh!

Robyn: Silence! We must prepare for the demons arrival...

Joanna: Alright...

May: We're ready.

Robyn: Alright, Fiona. Let her in...

Fiona nodded her head as, May, and Joanna took a flanking position behind, Robyn stood proud in front.

Fiona opened the door, and told, Robyn she could enter. Soon, came in the high, and might, Winter Schnee. Her eyes fixed solely on, Robyn Hill, not care for the other members of the, Happy Huntresses, as if their mere presence meant nothing at all to her.

Winter: Hello. Robyn Hill, our meeting has been long overdo...

Robyn: Indeed it has been, Specialist Schnee.

Winter: ...

Robyn: ...

Winter: Before we begin, I just want you to know that this... meeting of ours has nothing to do with your past exploits of stopping, Atlas Military personnel, supplies, and equipment. If so, I would have dealt with you sooner if you mattered.

Robyn: If I didn't matter, then should I take it that, Mantle, and it's people don't matter either?

Winter: No, they do, and will always matter. But, you do not matter as much as them. You are, but a drop in a bucket.

Robyn: I'd be careful if I was you, even a single drop of water can start a tsunami.

Winter: Or, show you that you have a leaky bucket.

May: They're fighting right...?

Fiona: Over, Jaune, right?

Joanna: They should be... But, am I the only one who isn't picking up on a lot of hidden sexual tension?

Fiona: Everyone can!

May: You can practically taste it!

Fiona: It makes sense too. They're both fighting for the same guy, whoever beds him first wins!

Joanna: So... is this where the war begins...?

Winter: Now then. Robyn... as much as I would like to call you a lying cheating political whore...

Robyn: And, as much as I would call you a thieving dust slut...

Winter: I'm afraid we both have bigger foes to deal with when it comes to winning the heart of my Knight!

Robyn: I think you mean, my Knight.

Winter: Over my dead body you slut!

Robyn: Bring it whore!

WR: ...

Winter: Haa... enough... as much as I like to insult you, and prove why it is better if I became, Winter Schnee Arc!

Robyn: Robyn Hill Arc sounds better...

Winter: I'm afraid that we are both already losing to another woman.

Robyn: What?! What do you mean we're already losing?!

Winter: Let me show you this photo of, Jaune, and his family.

Winter plucked out a photo from under her coat, and handed it to, Robyn. She eyed it warningly for a moment before taking it, and inspect the imagine.

Robyn: This is a photo of, Jaune... and his family... with... Wait? Does, Jaune have eight sisters?!

Winter: Seven sisters, the one next to the man, in the back is, Jaune's father, and next to him, is, Jaune's mother.

Robyn: Oh... But, seven sisters...? That's a good sign of fertility...

Winter: A very good sign. Now then, here is another photo of, Jaune sisters, and his nephew.

Robyn: Nephew?

Winter pulled out another photo, and handed to, Robyn who took it. She saw a fair skinned blonde with blue eyes, the person, Robyn assumed was, Jaune sister, and a girl with dark skin, and red glasses holding a dark skinned baby in their hands.

Robyn: Who are the people in this photo?

Winter: The blonde, as you've probably already guessed, is, Jaune's sister, Saphron Cotta Arc, and the woman with the darker skin is, Terra Cotta Arc, Saphron's wife, and Jaune's sister-in-law. And, the child in the middle is, Adrian Cotta Arc, Jaune's nephew.

Robyn: Okay... he looks cute, what about him?

Winter: This is the last photo I wanted to show you; This is a photo of, Jaune when he was back in, Beacon. Before his... glow up~!

Robyn: Glow up?

Robyn took the photo, Winter offered, and inspected it. Jaune was much more lanky, and childish, no where near as charming, and attractive as he is now. But, he did have a nice, cute face that...

Robyn: Hold on...?

Robyn placed the photo of, 'Beacon Jaune,' next to the lesbian couple, and their child. Her eyes darting between the two photos before she raised her head, looking at, Winter with bloody fury in her eyes.

Robyn: Call, Jaune Arc down here... NOW...

~~~

Jaune walked into the, Happy Huntresses 'secret base,' and already his danger senses were blaring. He could see, Joanna, and May looking at him, fear was echoing in their eyes as they shied away from him.

His step hesitated for a bit before he walked up to, Fiona who was standing nervously in front of a door to, Robyn's 'office.'

Jaune: Uhh... Fiona... Is... is something going on?

Fiona: Oh well... something is going to happen... I don't know what exactly, but... well...?

Jaune: ...

Jaune: I don't like that answer...

Fiona: I'm sorry... I can't help you with what's...?!

Robyn: Fiona is, Jaune here yet?!

Jaune, and Fiona visibly recoiled from the door as, Robyn screamed bloody hell through the door.

Fiona: Y-Yes...?

Robyn: Then tell him to get his ass in here! NOW!

Fiona: EEP!

Jaune looked at as she embraced the scared sheep persona. But, he gave her a reassuring shoulder pat before entering, Robyn's office.

As the door shut behind him, he saw, Robyn Hill standing next to her desk, while, Winter Schnee was standing on the other end. Robyn had her arms folded across her chest staring daggers at him, while Winter held her arms behind her back glaring down at, Jaune.

Jaune knew without a shadow of a doubt that he was in trouble, big trouble at that, and that these two warrior woman were furious with him for some reason. But, Jaune couldn't help but think that the pair looked damn hot while doing so.

Jaune: W-Well... It's nice to see you two finally meeting each other face to face... So, uhhh... w-what is this all about? Are you finally putting an end to this rivalry you two have imposed over me... C-Cause I want to end it myself, I just... I-I don't know who to pick... I mean you two are some of the most impressive, and beautiful woman I've ever met!

Jaune: I mean, Robyn... I admire your noble beauty, and courage to stand up for what you believe is right! That you're willing to put everything on the line for the people of, Mantle. I may be your white knight, but you will forever be my lady I've sworn to protect, and serve.

Jaune: And, Winter, I adore your elegant charm, and despite all that your father did, both directly, and indirectly to you, that you are standing strong, and proud throughout it all is inspiring. I am honoured to stand beside you as we fight to serve, and protect the people of, Atlas.

Jaune: I want to make my choice... I don't want to be an ass, and make you two feel like I'm stringing you along. But, I can't chose between either of you... I'm trying, but... I've never been so lucky to have two wonderful woman want me before. But, this time... I'm scared to choose, because if I only pick one of you, I'll lose the other... And, I can't handle the pain of losing someone I love again... notagain.

Jaune had dropped his head in shame as he lamented the cowardice of his heart, but as he brought his head up to stare at the two woman he was met with the sight of a pair of scarlet tinged faces. Winter was adverting her gaze as she was shuffling around nervously, while, Robyn had turned her face to look away from him, but, Jaune could tell she was blushing based on how her red her ears were.

Winter: While it's nice to know how you feel about the both of us... and, I can understand why you're having difficulty choosing one of us... I'll explain why to you later, Ms. Hill.

Robyn: T-Thank you... Specialist Schnee.

Winter: But, that's... that's not what we called you here for.

Jaune: Oh? Then what did you call me for?

Robyn: Well.. okay... so, Specialist Schnee showed me these photo's.

Robyn handed, Jaune the photos of his family, these photos gave, Jaune pause as he looked at, Winter with a distrustful look on his face.

Jaune: T-These were the photos in my locker? D-did you take these out of my locker?

Winter: No, I took a photo of them, and printed a copy.

Jaune: Oh... that's marginally better... but, what's with this third photo... Where did you get this, this was from when I was in, Beacon?

Winter: I acquired it from, Ruby Rose.

Jaune: She had a photo of me? Didn't know she had anything of me... But, what is this all of this about?

Winter: Well, I was looking at the photo of you, and your family... and, I noticed something... peculiar... I decided to take this photo to, Robyn Hill to ask if she also saw something in the photos...

Robyn: And, I did happen to find something most curious to see.

Jaune: Oh... w-what did you find...?

Winter took the photo of, Jaune back when he was in, Beacon, and the one with, Saphron, Terra, and Adrian in it, holding the next together.

Winter: Why does, your nephew look like you!

Jaune: Arc genetics...?

Robyn: It's obvious, Terra is the birth mother! Yet he looks like you!

Jaune: Most babies look the same, it doesn't mean he looks like me?!

Winter: Are you really, Adrian's uncle, or are you his father?!

Jaune: I am his uncle!

Robyn: Did you fuck your sister-in-law?!

Jaune: I did not?!

Winter: It's fucking RED!

During the shouting match, Robyn had grabbed, Jaune's shoulder, and started shaking him, involuntarily activating her semblance on him in the process. Jaune looked at the emanating red glow from, Robyn's hands before looking at the pair of woman looking at, Jaune demanding an answer with murderous intent if her refused to answer.

Jaune: O-O-Okay! I am, Adrian's biological father! Saphron, and Terra wanted to have a child, and they wanted them to be an, Arc, so they asked me to be the donner.

Winter: Why did they ask you, why couldn't they ask someone else to be the donner.

Jaune: It's either me, or my dad. Which would you prefer, Winter; your dad, or your brother to be the sperm donner?

Winter: ...

Winter: My brother...

Jaune: And, that's why they asked me.

Robyn: So you went to a clinic, and donated your sperm, and they artificially inseminated your sister-in-law?

Jaune: That... That was the plan... Terra had other ideas...

Robyn: Other ideas...?

Jaune: ...

Jaune: I slept with her...

Robyn: You really did fuck your sister-in-law?!

Jaune: Hey, it's what we agreed to! They wanted a child, and they wanted me to be the donner! Yes, I slept with my sister, but she got the child she wanted, and everyone was happy!

Robyn: Then what, you dip out and never have a part of your child's life?

Jaune: If you're thinking that I'd go out for milk, and never return, then you'd be sorely mistaken. I am a part of my sons life, I am just not that involved with him. If he ever wants to learn about his father, we will tell him the truth; That I am his biological father.

Winter: And, that's the end of it with you, and your nephew, right?

Jaune: ...

Winter: That's the end of it with you, and your nephew, right...?

Jaune: Haa... Three months ago, back when I was staying with them in, Argus... I was in a more... darker place... A more... suicidal place...

Robyn: S-Suicidal?

Winter: Jaune lost a lot of people when, Beacon fell. He also lost the only person he could ever consider his friend... Jaune was thinking about taking his life... more in a sense of a heroic self sacrifice... but suicide nonetheless. He hasn't had such a mindset as of late though.

Robyn: Are you sure about that? The way he went after that scorpion fellow says otherwise.

Winter: That monster needed to be taken out with extreme prejudice. While I agree, Jaune's method was rather risky, it nonetheless eliminated a severe threat, and saved your life in the process.

Robyn: I understand... But still, don't go around risking your life like that!

Robyn poked, Jaune in his chest, even if she was poking his armour, it did feel like he was forcing her fingernail was stabbing him.

Jaune: Don't worry, I'm doing a lot better since then, especially since you two came into my life. I feel happy just knowing that I have the pair of woman such as yourselves in my life. But, there was also, Terra's threat... that helped in another way. But, it was mostly thanks to you two.

The pair were blushing faintly as, Jaune was sweet talking them into a blushing mess again just by being so nice to them. However, there was something they needed to be ask.

Winter: What threat are you talking about?

Jaune: Well, you see... the original plan was to never talk about who, Adrian's father was. But, Terra threatened me that she would tell, Adrian when he was older who his father was, and she wanted me to be alive so he would know. That was the first part of the threat...

Winter: First part.

Jaune: It was meant to be a secret between the two of us... But, Terra told, Saphron that I was, Adrian's father. Saphron wasn't as surprised, or as angry as I thought she would be. She had already expected that we didn't go to a sperm bank, she wasn't angry about that at all. Nor was she angry that... That, Terra wanted another kid... And, well... last i heard, Terra's about three months pregnant...

Winter: T-Three months pregnant?!

Robyn: You did it again?!

Jaune: It was all consensual!

Winter: But, you slept with your sister-in-law!

Robyn: And, impregnated her!

RW: Again!

Jaune: Yes, I impregnated my sister-in-law, twice! We've already established that already! Why are you freaking out about that so much?!

Winter: Cause, I wanted to have your child first...

Jaune: I uhh... what?

Robyn: I was going to have his first kid, not you, you bitch!

Winter: You want to go there, you whore?!

Robyn: Bring it you cunt!

Jaune: Excuse me?! You were interrogating me about my son, and now you're arguing about who should have had my first kid? Where the hell is all of this coming from?!

Winter: Ahh...?!

Robyn: Uhh...?!

Winter: Baby fever...?

Jaune: Why is that question?

Robyn: Yeah, baby fever... we saw the photo of your adorable son...

Winter: Absolutely adorable~!

Robyn: And, now we want your kids.

Winter: I want at least three.

Robyn: Ha! I'll go for four!

Winter: Five...

Robyn: Six...

Jaune: ...

Jaune: I love you, Adrian, but gods dammit, why do you gotta do your father dirty like this?

[stxneflxwers]

OMGGG SO I HAD THIS IDEA WHILE COMING HOME SO HEAR ME OUTTT!!!

Aventurine x Reader but!!!

Enemies in public and lovers in private ;)

(since I'm done seeing friends in public and lovers in private, like i wanna see something interesting (and not because it's my fav trope lol) 🫣👀🔥)

So,

Aventurine and the reader have a dynamic where, in public, they appear to be bitter enemies—perhaps they engage in witty banter, rivalry, etc for some greater goal. But behind closed doors, they’re secretly lovers, and their interactions shift to something far more intimate, tender, and affectionate. There’s a lot of tension as they have to keep their true feelings hidden from others, but when they’re alone, they let their guard down completely, showing a side of themselves that only the other knows. It could include moments of quiet affection, stolen kisses, or vulnerable confessions 🥺💖

Pretty boy 🥺🫶

cyclicality.

⋯⁂ summary. enemies make the sweetest lovers.

⋯⁂ authors note. hopefully this turned out ok LOL. it's been a hot minute since i've written enemies but secretly lovers (or even the regular enemies to lovers.. lol) hfdghkjgfkhjgdf. also, for the record to anyone else reading this and wondering why tf im taking a request: this isn't a random request, im moots with @aventurineswife and had asked them to offer some ideas for me to write 🥺😏 teehee

⋯⁂ characters. aventurine x gn reader.

⋯⁂ cw. banter. physical affection. hurt/comfort-ish?? secret lovers.

"You know, I'm a simple man, really – I like long walks along the beach, hot coffee in the morning, and..."

Aventurine sidles up to you, sliding his arms along the balcony railing of the restaurant.

"And, let me guess... Annoying the hell out of me?" You finish for him, a wry smirk on your lips as you lean over the railing with your arms dangling over the cold metal.

"Oh, but of course! How could I possibly forget that?" He grins back, but there's a warm shimmer in it, "It's my favorite pastime, after all." He chuckles.

"Is it now? I never could've guessed," You roll your eyes, but it was never borne of disdain. "What are you even doing over here? You're the Director, go enjoy the party." You huff, removing your arms from the railing to grab your drink from the nearby table.

"Aww, you're no fun," He teases, continuing to lean back against the railing, "...Besides, you're the one over here isolating. I ought to make sure all of my team members are having plenty of fun, yeah?"

"Uhh," You check your silver watch wrapped around your wrist, "Last time I checked, which was precisely two seconds ago – you hardly ever care who was or wasn't having fun." You retort playfully, your wry smirk still present.

"Well, I'll have you know that I do care very much..." He steps up to you, slowly cornering you between the table and railing, "...when it comes to you."

You two had to put up the fake rivalry, the fake game of cat and mouse for far too long that night. By the time you return to Aventurine's penthouse, you're damn near draping your entire body on him. Instead, you unceremoniously plop yourself onto the plush, lavish white sofa in the living room – wishing the rascal was there next to you.

"Want something to drink?" He asks, stepping up to you and tentatively reaching out, running a hand over your head.

"Only if it's water," You inform tiredly, your voice a lazy drawl, "I sincerely hope you don't plan on drinking more."

"Well, when you say that, I don't think I will." He chuckles weakly.

After drinking some water, you pull him down onto the sofa next to you – giving him a weary stare and a tiny frown.

"What's up, sweetheart?" He asks, and the pet name doesn't sound mocking like it would around other people, but it's full of pure, unbridled adoration.

"...I miss you." You mutter before wrapping your arms around his waist and pressing your face into the side of his chest.

He instinctively puts one hand on your entangled arms and the other on your head, rubbing lazy, absent-minded circles. He sighs softly and smiles, one that's so soft yet so genuine. His eyes even crinkle a little at the corners as a sliver of love glimmers in his multicolored hues.

"I missed you, too." He whispers back, pressing a chaste kiss to the crown of your head.

And this is when he knows that this is where he'd like to spend the rest of his life – right in your arms, safe and warm and loved.

[cherimoyatea]

hello hi! ik the fandom mostly favors interactions between LIs & MCs/Readers but i was wondering if you have your own ideas between the LADS boys like friendship headcanons between them? how their dynamic works and which would be the best bros with each other or strongest siblings rivalry vibes between them (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)

hopefully this is alright to request! 🙏🏻

Hi Annonie!

Thank you for your request! I saw the wonderful @irandial already sharing her thoughts on the same request, and I couldn't agree more with her on the boys! But since you asked I'll also drop some headcanons 🤭

I've always imagined what their life would be like if they happened to share a house and how their dynamics would play out, so I'll set the scenario based on your request.

Remember, these are headcanons and just for fun 🩷

❧ The LaDs Men as Friends - Shared house edition

He's the loudest—always getting on everyone's nerves with his antics and pouty demands. Rafayel will block the bathroom for hours with his extensive baths and beauty routines: Since he's basically a fish on land, he's super cautious about keeping his skin hydrated.

Imagine him opening the bathroom door in a bathrobe, with a face mask on and a bowknot keeping his purple bangs off his forehead, as he yells at the other guys: ''I'm gonna burn y'all in your sleep if ya don't stop knocking on the damn door!!'' Then he slams the door shut, locks it again, and puts his Airpods on full blast, while the others continue to desperately hammer against the bathroom door, needing to use the toilet.

Rafayel pretends to be annoyed by everyone in his household and murmurs''These silly humans...'' while also using his evol and wielding his dagger to protect his friends without hesitation whenever they run into trouble. Though they get on his nerves sometimes, he wouldn't want it any other way.

Xavier is in a constant catfight with Rafayel for always eating his cheesesticks behind his back. In general, he's the one who constantly empties the fridge and eats everyone's snacks and food. Even Zayne can't help but let out an exasperated sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose in disbelief, when he finds another empty cookie package in the cabinet—for the third time this week. And its only Tuesday.

Whenever Xavier isn't busy snacking, his friends usually find him either reading a book or napping in the most unusual places around the house, giving them daily heart attacks. Once, Sylus almost spilled his drink when he tripped over Xavier's sleeping form, curled up on the soft, fluffy carpet in the dimly lit hallway. ''Uhh... I'm not quite sure how I ended up sleeping on the floor... it just looked so comfy here and the stairs to the bedroom seemed like too much effort…'' He rubs his neck sheepishly and gets up with a yawn, while Sylus taps his foot impatiently, shaking his head at the silver-blond.

Definitely the ''mom'' of the friend group. He takes care of everyone's well-being while occasionally cracking one of his dry jokes, causing an awkward silence in the room. Surprisingly, nobody feels called out when he scolds his friends for eating too much junk food or staying up too late. ''Rafayel, where are your slippers? The floor is cold—at least wear some socks.'' And the Lemurian? He rolls his eyes and mumbles something under his breath but eventually gets up to grab some socks from his room.

Zayne always has an open ear for his friends. Whenever someone needs to get something off their chest, they approach the Doctor, and he genuinely tries to comfort them. ''Xavier… I don't think Sylus hates you for accidentally poisoning him with your tiramisu. However. Make sure to remember that dishes with raw eggs need to be refrigerated…''

He's the one who would probably get along with everyone, giving off protective big-brother vibes. He mostly watches his friends quietly from the background with an amused smirk, shaking his head at Rafayel causing a scene over someone spilling his paint, Xavier serving a suspicious-looking tiramisu, or Zayne gathering the others laundry from the floor with a frown. ''Doc, are you sure you want to touch that? I remember seeing the fish doing... unholy things with those socks.'' Sylus says with a mischievous grin, earning a dead stare from Rafayel. ''Hold up! I did WHAT?!''

He just loves teasing these idiots.

But Sylus is also the life of the party and always up for a night out with his friends. The guys had a blast at the karaoke bar once when Sylus was drunk enough to wholeheartedly sing Miley Cyrus' Wrecking Ball. Of course, Rafayel recorded the whole show and teased him the next morning while the silver-haired man had the worst hangover ever. ''Listen, Fish... I'm adding a cat to this household if you don't delete that NOW!''

[themultifanshipper]

The crash was horrible. You scared yourself and everyone else when your car hit the wall with a sickening crunch. But the person you scared the most was Sebastian.

Warnings: Smut, oral, squirting, plot is similar to my other Seb fic (it was based on the same prompt) but this one is more angsty and fluffy and the vibes are completely opposite lmao, but the smut is also disgusting, barely edited tbh

His car had minimal damage, so he was just going to carry on, but the glare of flames in his mirrors was enough for him to panic and stop the car to go and help get you out of the flaming wreck, despite Christian shouting at him to continue over the radio. He just couldn’t leave you, never mind what he portrayed to the cameras, you meant too much to him and he would never have forgiven himself if he’d been that selfish.

But by the time he got there you were already out of the car, being helped across the gravel by a marshal. As he approached, you threw your helmet at him and screamed.

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING? PULLING A MOVE LIKE THAT YOU COULD HAVE GOT US KILLED! DO YOU THINK YOU'RE MICHAEL SCHUMACHER OR SOMETHING YOU B-"

You jumped on each other at the same time, scratching and punching at each other like children, and the marshal was forced to call for reinforcements to get you separated.

Later, during post-race interviews (you'd both been banned from the press conference) you were asked what happened and you got incredibly wound up again just talking about how careless and dangerous Seb’s move was.

Your press officer moved you off quickly to avoid any further incidents, but unfortunately for her Seb arrived at that moment, and you noticed that he looked rather pale, but that didn’t stop him from going straight to the interviewer you were just talking to.

“So, Seb, tell me about the incident, and what do you think of your rivalry with, uhh-” She glanced over to where you were standing only a few feet away, waiting.

Seb looked at you before answering. “She’s a promising talent, and no doubt she is beautiful, but she shouldn’t be in formula one.”

Before you could jump on him and cause another scene, you were dragged away to your post-race debrief before being sent back to the hotel.

Unbelievable! You crashed because of him, ruining both your races. And he had the audacity to say you didn’t belong in formula one? What a fucking joke! To say he was out of line would be an understatement, but of course, if you complained you would just be labelled as emotional, or immature, or god forbid, on your period. That’s one you had gotten once during an interview and the man swiftly ended up with a broken nose, which of course didn’t help your image, but it felt good none the less. What didn’t feel good was how little Seb had seemed to care about what happened. He could have killed you, he could have killed himself.

Hours later, you were still seething with rage when you heard a knock at the door.

The last person you expected to see when you opened it was Seb.

“I have nothing to say to you” You tried to slam the door in his face but he blocked it with his foot, making him wince.

“I know, but I just want you to know that I wasn’t playing for the cameras when I ran to get you on the track, I was worried I had caused you-“

“Oh give me a break! You crashed and saw an opportunity to look like the bigger person and come recue the damsel in distress but guess what? I didn’t NEED you Seb!”

“No, I didn’t crash! Christian told me to keep going but I stopped the car for you!”

You frowned at him, gears turning in your mind. “You stopped the car? Why the hell would you do that?”

He sighed frustratedly “Because I panicked! I saw fire and I was worried about you!”

“Oooh you were worried about me!” You parroted in the meanest tone you could muster, ignoring the beating of your heart at his words “You were worried about me because I don’t belong in this tough manly sport of yours is that it?”

He paused at your words, seemingly hurt at the implications behind them.

“You shouldn’t be in formula one, I stand by that. But not because you’re a woman, or a bad driver. It’s because I don’t want you in formula one. I don’t want you to be in that kind of danger, and I would never forgive myself if something happened to you on my watch!”

Tears prickled your eyes as you took a step back from him. “So I should just give it all up huh? I should give up my dream just because you’re scared of hurting me?  What the fuck is wrong with you? I chose this! I chose motorsports for the adrenaline! The competition! The passion! What I didn’t sign up for was you crashing into me every chance you get because you can’t handle being beaten by a girl!”

Tears were properly streaming down your face by now, and you went to push Seb out of your room, but he caught your arms and pinned you against the door instead.

“Let me go Seb! Get out!”

No! You’re misunderstanding me and I’m not leaving until I’ve said what I came to say! I care about you because despite you being a constant bitch around me, I’ve seen your real personality! And as much as you hate me, I just can’t bring myself to hate you! I didn’t want to save you to look like a hero, I wanted to save you because the thought of losing you was just-” he got choked up and you could see tears forming in his eyes as they stared intently into yours. “It… I-”  He took a deep breath “It would have been too painful.”

You gulped. “Seb, are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

“I love you, and I’ve loved you since-“

You surged forward and kissed him.

He reciprocated quickly, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you in closer.

You honestly couldn’t say how long the two of you made out in the dark corner of your room for, but after a while you both ran out of oxygen and had to separate, breathing hard. His hands slid down to your thighs, picking you up easily and carrying you swiftly to the bed.

It became a competition to see who could get their clothes off faster, and you laughed at each other as you struggled to get your race suits off.

Once you were both naked, he climbed over you and started the long expedition over your curves and dips, kissing and marking every expanse of skin he came across. You writhed and squirmed at the attention, needing him to just get on with it. When he finally got up to your mouth, he was hard and you could feel his dick poking at your thigh.

“Please Seb, I need you to fuck me now” you whined, wrapping your legs around his waist to get him closer, but he refused, instead sitting backwards and kneeling between your legs to get a look at you.

“Calm down Schatz, I need to prepare you first, I don’t want to hurt you” he said soothingly, running his hands up and down your thighs before stopping just shy of your folds, using his thumbs to spread you open for him.

“God you are so wet for me” he groaned and dipped a thumb inside before bringing it to his mouth, sucking your juices off and groaning even louder. “And you taste so good, baby, fuck!”

He dipped a finger in gently, then two and pumped them a few times, making you mewl, before pulling them out and sucking them clean.

“I’m obsessed” he panted “I’m sorry baby, I need to taste more.” And with that he dove down and devoured you like a man starved, running his tongue over your lips and clit with gusto. His fingers soon joined and he hit that spot immediately, over and over. You quickly felt an orgasm building in your loins as your thighs tightened around his head and you fingers tugged on his hair.

“Seb, I’m so close baby!”

“I know” he growled and doubled down on his efforts, making you writhe in pleasure as the pressure building in your stomach became too much as he assaulted your clit with his talented mouth.

Your orgasm hit you so hard you couldn’t even get a breath in to make any noise as you came all over his face and chest.

He sat up over you and you saw that his hair was drenched, plastered to his forehead as drops of your cum slid down his nose and landed on your body.

He was grinning like a maniac, ecstatic at having made you come so hard you squirted on him.

“That’s never happened before!” you panted but he just smashed his lips to yours and grabbed your face, spreading wetness all over you both as his chest lay over yours.

It was disgusting.

But so, so incredibly hot.

“Fuck me now, please Seb?”

“Okay Schatz, your wish is my command” and with no further ado, he rubbed his tip through your folds a few times before sinking into you all the way to the hilt.

He was so thick it was hard to breathe as the stretch knocked the breath from your lungs, and you clung on to him for dear life.

It didn’t take either of you long to come, and you did so almost simultaneously, foreheads touching, breathing in each other’s air, wrapped around each other as tight as possible.

You being incapable of walking just yet, he carried you to the shower and helped you wash, giggling as the sensation of his hands scrubbing over your skin made you ticklish.

It’s only when you got out of the shower and looked in the mirror that you noticed the marks he had left from his earlier ministrations. Small bruises littered your legs, hips, stomach, chest and neck.

“Dammit Sebastian! It’s summer and you’ve turned me into a dalmatian!” You shrieked, but he just laughed and smacked your ass on his way back to the bedroom.

“I’m serious! I can’t go out in public like this!”

He came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing your shoulder. “Now everyone can stop flirting with you”

You tuned around in his arms “Awww, is my Sebby jealous?” You cooed.

He huffed “I am not jealous, but I am yours” he smiled, leaning down and kissing you.

He finally had you after years of loving you, and he was going to savour every second of it.

Of course the first person you saw the next morning was Jenson freaking Button.

He took one look at you, in shorts and a tank top, dozens of hickeys on display, then at Seb who had just appeared behind you in the lobby, connected the dots immediately and shrieked in laughter, attracting the attention of the few other drivers who had come down early for breakfast.

You were never living this down.

[katsula]

Hey, I'm glad the requests are open! Look what I found on Pinterest!

Could you write a sweet rivalry between these two characters for y/n's attention? It can be a mild yandere if you don't mind of course. ( o˘◡˘o)

Well uhh.. Sure! Maybe I can do that but uhh.. Idk if I can or not, I will try

Literally them in a nutshell:

Luffy:Y/n please my dear.. I want your attention please... My love.. My pirate queen...

Also Luffy:Y/n is mine! Get your own girl!

Nika! Luffy:Oh my beautiful sunshine! I want you attention please! I love you!

Also Nika! Luffy:No.. She's mine!

Y/n be like:Uhmm, what the sigma

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Ahh crap sorry if it's short cuz I ran out of ideas so yeah, bai :-P

[echooefrost]

Tell me this wouldn't make a fire AU, CONVINCE ME. Just an idea I had: figure skating but lanyde with competitive rivalry and tension - the dynamic works too well for this. (I'm imagining the plot going something along the line of blades of glory idk) ummm the art is a bit messy but it's kind of a sketch so it doesn't matter too much. This might be the only AU where Jekyll doesn't exist? Yeah no, sorry he's uhh... not here lmao. Yes I know they are wearing Female leotards HOWEVER they slay more, and we can't have an AU where all parties are not serving. this is all basically inspired by an old sketch I did, where Hyde's outfit looks a lot clearer:

[oh-no-its-bird]

Having more Uchiha Houhua thoughts:

Ok so I decided his mangekyou, if he ever gets it, looks a bit like the system buffering/loading icon— which absoloutley pisses him off

Its ability is a sort of mishmash of knowing things + some light time fuckery. The light time fuckery was probably its (read: Izumi's) original ability, but it was debuffed + mixed w knowing things as a result of the systems influence.

The "knowing things" bit basically means he gets character screens and summaries from the system (which he does NOT get before getting the mangekyou bc the system is stingy as fuck) but it also means he can see like. Past / present / future events (the "future" events being presented as 'system predicted' so they can't always be trusted) but also like. Being able to see what future or current events would have been in canon, if he hadn't been given Izumi's role

Then he can show these things to others via genjutsu, which makes for some killer genjutsu bc he can straight up send someone to relive their worst most traumatic moments and stand next to them eating popcorn like "woah bro this is totally fucked" as they experience The Horrors on loop

Super OP and ultimately fucking great for information gathering, which is kind of his main thing anyways. I think it fits, especially when the system !! Open to hearing criticism on it tho

And ofc I don't know fr if he's gonna get to unlock it yet, still undecided bc it'd also be pretty hard for him to care ab someone enough (other than probably Jun and eventually Itachi)

Could also be fun if he got to have an interesting dynamic w Inoichi bc of it, like w mind fuckery in mind. He's so useful in T&I, someone teach him some fun mind fuck jutsu's it'll be great

Otherwise uhh:

Also thinking. Yk how I mentioned his ideal endgame is that he'd love to be like, an assistant to the Hokage? Important job! Very little danger (compared to other jobs)! He'll take paperwork over putting his life on the line any day!

So like. When Tsunade comes to the village, Houhua is fucking foaming at the mouth. He wants to be her assistant so bad. He is ab to fist fighting other people in order to be there when she first arrives so he can try to worm his way into her office (and thus avoid being sent out to do shit while remaining important enough to be earning narrative points)

But then Tsunade arrives and she already has Shizune !!! FUCK.

Could be funnier if Shizune fucking senses Houhua's ambitions and also sniffs him out as a little rat man and immediatley assumes the worst. Gets to work on trying to kick his ass out on the curb. Office rivalry !!!

I have like. 2 options for that period where Naruto is off w Jiriyah trying to get Tsunade back, and idk where to take it tbh. Bc either Houhua can go to sound (with or without Sasuke), or he can stick around and do fun politics trying to throw cinder blocks at Danzo's head in the absence of a Hokage.

Houhua is gonna have to interact w Orochimaru eventually is the thing, there's just too much potential there to waste (teammates w Kabuto / literal immortal cultivator in his past life / snake vs rat jokes I need to make at least 10 of, etc.)

Hmmm. Choices, choices

[gliphyartfan]

helllo! I haven’t really seen rules for request and I’m not sure if your open butt I have a request that i got inspired by seeing another asker on Yandere Linked Universe. Ahem Platonic Yandere Chain x Fi Reader!

How would that go for headcanons? I know it be complicated because chosen hero and basically saving the world but let’s also say that Fi Reader was the only consistent thing that help Link through battles and advice (only hearing her chimes and voice, they don’t what she looks like expect for Sky)

lol I’ve never been good with these types of ask but uhh gotta try sometimes! Also can i be the 💫 anon lol?? Sry i get nervous when asking these things

Of course, 💫 Anon! Welcome to the blog, and thank you for this lovely ask!

Alright, let’s eat into this!

🌟 Sky 🌟

Sky’s bond with Fi Reader would be the deepest and most personal. He’s the only one who truly knew her, who spent his entire journey in her presence and grew to rely on her not just for guidance but also as a companion.

Sky would feel incredibly possessive of Fi Reader. To him, she’s not just a guide but his guide, his oldest and most trusted friend. He sees her as a part of his soul.

He wouldn’t take kindly to the rest of the Chain trying to develop their own bonds with her. He’d likely become passiveaggressive, dropping comments like, “She doesn’t work for you, you know.”

Sky would be quietly heartbroken if Fi Reader started forming attachments with the others. He’s not selfish enough to stop it, but the thought of her giving them the same affection and attention she gave him stings.

He treasures every word she says to him, constantly seeking her reassurance. If she even hints at preferring his company, his mood would skyrocket.

All in all, he’s a clingy one to her. And definitely feels a hint smug at first that HE’S the closest to her compared to everyone else. (Tho he is kinda jealous that Wild got to have her by his side from a very young age, even if he doesn’t remember it anymore.)

🌟 Warriors 🌟

Warriors’ relationship with Fi Reader is complicated. He interacted with her during the War of Eras but didn’t get to form similar personal bonds like Sky did due to the chaos of the war.

He respects her immensely, but there’s an underlying bitterness. He’s seen glimpses of her connection with Sky, and it eventually frustrates him that he didn’t get the same. Though he DOES have a closer relationship with her compared to the others so in a way, he’d be the second closest to her??

Warriors would be (surprisingly) one of the most competitive when it comes to gaining Fi Reader’s approval. He’d show off his battlefield prowess and leadership skills, hoping she’d acknowledge him. ( rivalry between the knights!)

He’s also protective, seeing her as a key ally in the Chain’s success. However, his protectiveness has a possessive edge, especially if he feels like she’s prioritizing others over him.

He often reminisces about the war and wonders if things could’ve been different if he’d gotten to know her better back then.

🌟 Time 🌟

Time’s relationship with the Master Sword is uh…kinda filled with bitterness and some baggage, which sadly also kinda extends to Fi Reader. He deeply respects her, but her presence stirs complicated feelings.

Time would carry guilt and frustration, wondering if he was ever worthy of wielding the sword and, by extension, worthy of her guidance.

He’d never show it, but he longs for her approval. If she ever acknowledged his wisdom or leadership, it would mean the world to him.

At the same time, Time might avoid her when his emotions run too high. Since seeing could dredge up memories he’d rather forget.

His protectiveness of Fi Reader is quiet. He wouldn’t let anyone speak ill of her or disrespect her, even in jest. If Fi Ready did explain why she made him jump through time the way she did, maybe he’d be able to let go of that bitterness, but I dunno.

Also Time probably harbors some irrational guilt for the destruction he caused during the War of Eras using the Fierce Deity mask, even if it was for the greater good. He fears that Fi Reader may see him as a monster, especially if she witnessed him wielding the mask’s power. Her reassurance is a balm to his soul, but he’s never fully convinced he deserves it.

(Honestly I doubt Reader even cared. She no doubt had sense the deity and probably didn’t even think to see Time as a monster. Maybe the deity even sensed her and they had a small moment to acknowledge each other before the battles kept them busy. Ya know?)

🌟 Twilight 🌟

Twilight’s bond with Fi Reader would be one of quiet reverence. He respects her deeply, but his connection to the Master Sword is more practical than emotional.

Twilight would see her as a guidin star, someone to lean on when he feels lost. He’d likely look to her for advice when dealing with the darker aspects of his journey.

He’d feel a subtle jealousy toward Sky for having such a close bond with her but wouldn let it show. Instead, he’d try to prove himself through his actions.

Twilight would value her approval immensely tho. If she ever praised him, even for something small, it would stay with him for days.

His protectiveness would manifest in quiet, steady ways. He’d always keep an eye on her, ensuring she’s safe and comfortable, even if she doesn’t need it.

🌟 Wild 🌟

Wild’s connection to Fi Reader is bittersweet. He wielded the Master Sword but doesn’t remember most of his time with it before the Calamity. Which is a true shame cause maybe he and her had a decent relationship before everything.

Wild would be fascinated by her, desperate to piece together the memories he’s lost. Maybe she had spoken to him in the past. Maybe Her voice would feel familiar and comforting, even if he can’t place why.

He’d be one of the most eager to interact with her, asking questions and trying to draw her out of her shell. He want to know her, to understand her, in a way that feels deeply personal.

Wild would be protective, but his protectiveness would be tinged with guilt. He feels like he’s let her down by losing so much of himself.

If she ever helped him recover a memory, even accidentally, he’d be overwhelmed with gratitude and devotion. Maybe cause she had been with him for so many years before the calamity, she recalls a lot from his past, so once he gets a chance, he could ask her and learn more of who he once was.

🌟 Legend 🌟

Legend’s relationship with the Master Sword is complicated. He’s wielded it, reforged it, and understands its power, but he’s never had the same bond with it as Sky.

Legend would be wary of Fi Reader at first, unsure if she’d see him as worthy. Especially since I have no doubt he’d be grumpy at times and cursed her out. He’s used to being doubted and would expect the same from her.

Over time, though, he’d come to rely on her guidance and cherish her presence. If she ever expressed faith in him, he’d be deeply moved.

Legend’s protectiveness would be sharp and biting. He’d defend her fiercely, especially if anyone tried to undermine her.

He’d secretly treasure any interaction with her, even if he acted nonchalant about it.

🌟 Hyrule 🌟

Hyrule’s bond with the Master Sword is simple a kind protector of Hyrule who’s been tempered by a harsh and dangerous life.

Hyrule wants to trust Fi Reader, but his hard earned survival instincts make him wary at first.

While Hyrule has a healthy dose of paranoia about others’ intentions, once he decides someone is worth protecting, he goes all in.

He feels a quiet kinship with her because they’ve both endured in their own ways, though hers is quieter and more refined. (She’s designed to rest between her duties, and in his eyes Heroes only get to truly rest when they are dead.)

He’d (once he gets to know her when she appears around the chain) would see her as a wise and benevolent figure, almost goddess-like in her presence. Her words would carry immense weight for him.

If she ever gave him personal advice or guidance, he’d take it to heart and follow it without question.

🌟 Wind 🌟

Wind’s relationship with Fi Reader would be rather enthusiastic. He sees her as a cool, mysterious figure and is eager to earn her favor.

Wind would constantly try to impress her, doing daring stunts and cracking jokes to make her laugh.

He’d be curious about her relationship with the Master Sword and would likely pester Sky with endless questions about her.

Wind’s protectiveness would be impulsive and bold. He’d jump into danger without hesitation if he thought she needed help.

He’d be one of the most open about his feelings toward her, wearing his admiration on his sleeve.

Though maybe he’d also be a bit insecure cause he had to earn his place as a Hero. But I have no doubt Reader would assure him that he had simple needed to have gained the Gods favor, because he had long since earned hers from the moment he held her blade in his hand.

(Cause like, I feel like even if she was depowered, she would have still had some lingering energy to have determined his worthiness even a little. If he hadn’t been worthy, she would have at least zapped him. But she didn’t so I’m gonna assume she found him worthy from the get go!)

The War of Eras kinda forced Wind to grow up a bit quickly, but his natural optimism and adaptability helped him keep cheerful and bright. He views Fi Reader as a presence who helped him change from a carefree islander to a hero(pirate) with a purpose.

Wind feels an almost childlike joy in Fi Reader’s company, often comparing her to the wind itself, gentle yet guiding. He treasures their bond and often jokes that she’s the ‘real captain’ of the Chain.

🌟 Four 🌟

Four never wielded the Master Sword, he’s heard of it but really…¯\_(ツ)_/¯ . He sees her as someone tied to a power he’s never fully understood. (He’s learned his lesson about magic swords after all.)

Four would be deeply curious about her, asking thoughtful questions and trying to piece together her nature.

He’d feel a small sense of inadequacy, wondering if his lack of connection to the Master Sword makes him less worthy of her attention. (He and every other hero with a slightly bad experience with her.)

Four’s protectiveness would be quiet but intense. He’d always be there when she needed him, even if he never said a word about it.

He’d be fascinated by her ability to guide and inspire, often marveling at how much she’s helped the group.

Over time, i suppose the Chain’s collective reverence for Fi Reader would grow into an almost obsessive need to keep her close. They’d compete for her attention, subtly (or not-so-subtly) trying to outdo each other.

Sky’s possessiveness would clash with the others’ growing attachment, leading to tensions within the group.

Fi Reader would become the emotional anchor for the Chain, her presence soothing their fears and doubts. Especially when she states without hesitation that even though the goddess gave her a command serve, Reader’s CHOSEN duty is to be there for her masters in more than just a single way.

Their protectiveness WOULD border on suffocating at times, each hero determined to ensure her safety at all costs even though she is MORE than capable of defending herself.

The thought of losing her would eventually be unthinkable (it’s definitely unthinkable for Sky. Terrified him really).

Honestly, Fi Reader would be both a guiding light and an unintentional source of tension for the Chain.

The rivalries would be fierce…

Thanks for the ask, 💫 Anon! This was such a fun thought process!

[haikyu-mp4]

By comparison

Fluffy workplace romance working as a volleyball player in the Olympics with your rival and crush Hoshiumi, for my workplace romance event <3

requested by anonymous. word count; 933 – f!reader

Oh, the Olympics. The sound of volleyballs slamming whether you’re on the court or in the hallways, of shoes squeaking on the floor and wearing down the soles, and of course, of the inescapable men’s volleyball team being so loud. In particular, you were currently walking in front of Hoshiumi, Hinata and Kageyama, who loudly argued about whatever while you tried to focus on your teammates' chatter.

“Hey, chibi!” you heard, and it made you squint before you even bothered to turn around to see the hair of that arrogant-

“Hey, pigeon. Long time, no see.” You said this with the added challenge of a wink, making Hoshiumi scrunch his nose in distaste.

Speaking of last time, the two of you had been interviewed for being the same height, both recruited for the national team for Japan’s men's and women’s teams, respectively. The interview set ablaze a certain trend of comparing you two because, in addition to being the same height, you also played the same position.

Hoshiumi upped his step to catch up, licking his lips as he acted unbothered. “Not long enough. Where are you off to, the bench?” he teased while walking beside you, and your eyes betrayed you to travel down where his shorts turned into muscle that flexed as he walked.

“I’ll only be visiting the bench to rest my legs after jumping higher than you ever will,” you retorted before you stopped walking altogether, waving off Kageyama who apologised after bumping into you because of the sudden stop. Hoshiumi stopped too and crossed his arms, distracting you with his well-trained biceps. To say he looked smug now was the understatement of the century.

“As if. You’ll be left in the dust today.” The words almost sounded sensual despite their nature as he leaned in closer, and you could practically taste the sweet mint off his breath.

No one really understood this rivalry between you two when you didn’t even play in the same leagues, but that article had sparked the natural competitiveness in Hoshiumi and that sparked your… hots for him.

You raised an eyebrow, nearly purring your next words. “If it helps, I think you’re hot even if you’re below average height for a male volleyball player.”

It should have made him furious, and you almost wondered if he were when his face turned red and he suddenly stormed back in the direction he came from. With the options of moving along or chasing after him, you chose the one that would give you the least penalty rounds. Moving on.

In the men’s locker room later that day, Hinata asked Hoshiumi about your interaction.

“You’re still on about that? Come on man, be a feminist.” Atsumu said, and it would have been an admirable sentiment had it not come from that jackal.

“I don’t care that I’m compared to a woman. Sure, it’s a beautiful woman, insanely skilled and whatever. They put her seventh in that ranking of hottest female athletes in Japan, which is just insane, she should obviously be higher.” There was a break in his monologue, and most of the team tried their hardest to hold back their teasing as Hoshiumi might have forgotten his point. “Uhh… I just don’t like that the comparison is because of my height. As if that makes us more special than our talent.”

For once, Hoshiumi was glad Hirugami quit volleyball. Or else he would have been there and told everyone about his extensive collection of all the magazines you ever did photoshoots for.

Atsumu blinked, looking around him at the others and then back at the spiker. “Okay, dude. Slay.”

Meanwhile, in the women’s locker room, you smiled all coy as your friends squealed. The ones who were there with you earlier had lingered around the corner, listening in on your interaction with the male player.

“The tension between you two is literally glowing neon, he wants you sooo baaad,” one of your teammates said, making you giggle and tuck your hair behind your ears.

“Oh, stop it.” You turned to your locker to pull out a new shirt before turning back around. “You really think so?”

The morning after, you were on the way to the cafeteria. Hopefully, you could claim a chocolate muffin before they ran out. It was early, the sun barely greeting the world above the horizon. Passing down another hallway, you yawned and didn’t notice who was walking past you until he spoke.

“Good morning.” It startled you, making Hoshiumi stop to point at you and laugh.

“Give a girl a warning, please!” you scolded, but still managed to chuckle at the scene.

“Where are you going?”

“Cafeteria,” you answered simply. Only now that you were both so tired with nobody else around, did you realise that being the same height made it difficult to avoid eye contact. His eyes were interesting, reminding you of a bird and making you think of winter walks in the forest, and suddenly you didn’t want to avoid his eyes at all. “Chocolate muffin.”

“Hm,” he confirmed with a nod. “Sensible choice. I’ll join you.”

You started walking, surprised to see that he indeed had every intention of following you. So you stopped again, holding a hand on his shoulder and leaning in closer than you think you ever had before. Like you could give him a peck if you really wanted to. His eyes flickered downwards and almost made you back out of your plan.

A smirk slowly crept up your lips before you pushed him back and took off sprinting. “Race you there!”

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/@cottonlemonade you angel, thank you for brainstorming w me<3

[annieversary3]

what if i put poison in your meal, would that be fucked up or what?

i think it would be kinda neat we could start this cool kinda rivalry thing. we could be like an enemy's for life type thing. i could set some traps in ur apartment or something like that. wait no i dont have the address to your new place ummmm. maybe instead i can uhhh send u a mail bom- wait no i also need ur address for that umm uhhhh okay what if i hack u what if i uhh like um ddos ur website. would that be a good enough response

idk im drinking bad chilean wine i cant really think rn, how much time do i have to come up with a good enough threat so i can keep up the quality of our newly formed rivalry

[sea-lanterns]

Female lions usually grow manes due to lots of testosterone, so I really don't doubt that Deyha would grow one

Additionally, 'panther' isn't a species and it's just a term for a feline that has too much melanin. There's cases of leopards and lions becoming 'panthers', though jaguars get them most often.

Cougars/Mountain Lions/Pumas have also been called panthers (among WAY too many other names), even though I don't believe they've ever been all black before.

Additionally, snow leopards, tigers, and cheetahs, along with bobcats have never been recorded as being all black like panther be. They have been recorded as having melanism, but not hyperblack melanism like with what's seen on panthers.

Anyway, bringing this up because I've been wondering what kind of panther Arlecchino is.

And I thought it would be funny if she had a mix of all the traits?

Like, she can swim better than any other felid, because she's part jaguar (might even have extra webbing), the climbing prowess of a leopard (able to drag up to 220 pounds into a tree), and umm... I don't know much about lions, 'cause they're pretty boring to me, but maybe Arle has a mane too?

Additional fun-fact about lions. Ones with darker manes are seen as more attractive because darker mane=more testosterone, so if Arle does get a mane, it'd be funny to see how jealous Deyha is of it.

All this said, I just found out panther is also what a cougar is called, so maybe you just mean that Arlecchino is a cougar, if so then... uhh... I hope you found the random stuff I spewed cool :>

—🪽

The big cat infodump I didn’t know I needed until now :0

If we are talking about what kind of big cat Arlecchino would be as panthers aren’t an actual species, I’d say she’d probably be a jaguar like Xilonen! Ever since this AU started, Jaguar! Xilonen and Panther! Arleccchino have always been paired together as they have some sort of rivalry. I think it’d be neat if they were actually both Jaguar hybrids, but Arlecchino’s coat color has a lot of melanin which causes her to be called a “panther.”

Also the thought of Arlecchino being a black lion hybrid is so intriguing too! Since you mentioned that the darker the lion’s mane is, the more attractive they are to mates, I can see Dehya getting jealous because Arlecchino’s mane would be all pitch black! That makes her think you’d be more attracted to Arleccchino’e mane rather than hers! Even though Dehya’s mane is also pretty dark considering her dark hair…

Lol, imagine Lion! Dehya forming a rivalry with Lion! Arlecchino too! Arlecchino beefs with everyone no matter what species of hybrid she is, poor baby 😭😭

[stanurines1mp]

Summer Nights

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x Fem!Zenin!Reader (she/her)

type: angst.

an: based on this post of mine. this was long asf 17k words but i separated it into 2 parts. uhh sm thoughts about gojo. also oml desperate gojo is so hot. gojo is so hot. i want him so bad. also i need gege to bring him back but also not but also yes. anyways, bear with me on this fic okayy 

warnings: enemies to lovers-esque, forbidden love, one bed trope, angst, zenin!reader, DESPERATION HEAVY ON DESPERATION. i think that's it for part 1. 

tags: @kalopsia-flaneur @bloopsstuff

Part two

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Being the strongest is everyone's dream but in Satoru Gojo's experience, almost nothing good ever came of it. He would know, of course. The strongest sorcerer, the bearer of the Six Eyes, lived with a mountain of regrets. 

What did it mean to be the strongest if he couldn't save everyone? What did it mean to be the strongest if he ended up alone? What did it mean to be the strongest if, in his lifetime of darkness, he had to leave the only light in his life that stood in the shape of you?

Satoru Gojo was not just a victim of the title of being the strongest. He was also a victim of his ancestral rivalry with another one of the three great clans in Jujutsu society. 

The Zenin clan was known for its strength, even surpassing the strength of the Gojo clan as a whole. But there is not a single person, sorcerer or not, that could surpass Satoru Gojo just yet. 

You were the closest one to it. 

When Satoru enrolled in the Tokyo branch of Jujutsu High, you were brought to study in the Kyoto branch. The only time you had ever had to interact with him was during the Goodwill Events that had taken place over the course of both your high school years. 

Even then, neither one of you had gotten any closer past simple acquaintances. But, you had always held a deep dislike towards the bearer of the Six Eyes. 

The Zenin clan may be known to the entire Jujutsu World but the workings of the clan were hidden beneath words of their strength. You experienced it first-hand. 

Having been born a woman in the Zenin clan, you were doomed to a certain type of future from the start. Much like your mother and many other women in the clan, you were forced to succumb to a childhood of serving the men of the clan. 

Falling victim to their selfish needs and desires, you were submitted to their way of life. Always having to listen to their constant rambles and complaints, you were trained to heed their orders like servants. 

And since many in the clan held dislike and hatred towards Satoru, you couldn't help but share their sentiment, having embedded in you that you should hate the heir to the man who once killed your ancestor. 

After high school had ended, Satoru became a teacher. Your own classmates had pursued their dreams and aspirations to become sorcerers. 

You, however, were stuck with the system of your clan. 

You were truly a strong sorcerer, bearing an extremely powerful cursed technique but you weren't a full-time sorcerer. Or rather, you weren't allowed to. 

However, there were special cases in which a mission was much too difficult or complicated that the higher-ups would request a partnership from you. Oftentimes, you were partnered up with Satoru. 

Satoru Gojo was a man of too many words. His laidback personality and carelessness often swirled your blood with anger. 

His never-ending rambles about nothing often had you wishing your ears were torn off. His routine of disrespecting the higher-ups was truly insufferable, leaving you as collateral damage in certain missions. 

But the one thing about Satoru Gojo that truly had you crashed out with an unknown mix of emotions was the fact that above all of that, Satoru Gojo remained a caring man. 

Even to you, his supposed enemy. 

The girl from the Zenin clan, yet another one of them that fell nimbly to the words of the sadistic men in power. He hated weaklings and you were one of them, in that sense. But he never seemed to hate you. 

No one outside the clan knew how the women of Zenin were treated. But Satoru Gojo could have guessed. And his guesses turned to knowledge. 

Since Satoru Gojo knew that, it would have meant that he knew you. 

So despite your glares and hurtful jabs at him, he never took any of them seriously. If anything, he made sure you could always feel comfortable to act that way around him. 

Even more than that, you've witnessed him in action countless times over the missions you were both partnered up on. Without even realizing it, you somehow grew a fondness in your heart in the color of his eyes, respect taking place somewhere in there. 

But he was a Gojo. 

And you were a Zenin. 

You were both fated to be enemies, to hate one another. 

You had to always remind yourself that. 

Every single ti-

"Hi," his honey-trailed voice appeared in front of you, his lips wearing a cheeky smile while his hand splayed out in a wave.

"Where the hell were you? We were supposed to leave 20 minutes ago," you seethed, eyes sending him a glare.

"Relax," he dismissed with a wave of his hand before entering the car. 

"Relax? We were waiting for 20 minutes!" you nagged, your words falling right into deaf ears. 

You followed after him and took a seat, closing the door with slight aggression and annoyance to the man next to you who seemed to disregard anyone else's sense of time and urgency. You leaned your head on your fist, resting neatly by the door of the car. 

Your eyes followed the blurred images of the road outside, pops of colors merely to you. In a few hours, the car halted to a stop, the sky already a deep shade of blue with brightened stars illuminating the night sky. 

The door of the car clicked open as you pushed it away and took a step out of the vehicle, Satoru doing the same thing on the other side. You walked to the back of the car, meeting him there while your driver opened up the boot. 

Reaching out, you took your bag and waited by the sidewalk. You sent a friendly wave to the driver, watching as he drove the dark-colored car away. Turning around, your gaze lifted to the modern building that was the hotel that had been booked for you and Satoru to stay the night. 

"Oh, and just so you know, they only booked us one room," Satoru grinned, sparing you a glance with his covered eyes. 

Your own pair of eyes widened upon hearing his words, scrambling to follow behind him as he walked first into the hotel. Part of you were skeptical, unsure whether or not you should believe Satoru's words. 

But his words were proven to be the truth when you both reached the receptionist. Satoru handled the technicalities and you watched as the man handed the sorcerer two keycards. 

The white-haired shaman turned to you and handed you one which you then took and kept in your pocket. Following the receptionist's words, you both turned the corner to get to the elevators, clicking on the 20th-floor button. 

Silence crept upon you both as the elevator took its sweet time to reach the 20th floor but you were the first to break the silence.

"Honestly, why didn't they book us two rooms like usual?" You frowned, toying with the keycard in your pocket. 

"Budget cuts," Satoru simply replied but you only met his eyes with a deadpanned look. 

"Yeah, right," you let out a scoff, returning your eyes to the small monitor that showcased the current level of the elevator. 

"It's the only room available," he chuckled lightly at your reaction. "It's a pretty famous hotel," he added to strengthen his words.

You hummed lowly in acceptance, eyes only focusing on the monitor. The elevator was cold and dimly lit with warm-colored lights and borders of carved wood. 

Satoru's gaze fell to the floor temporarily before following your own pair of eyes to witness the white-colored numbers changing from one number to the next. A sharp release of air escaped your lips once the digital numbers displayed a precise picture of 20. 

The elevator doors opened with a ding, and Satoru stayed behind to give you the way to get out first. He followed behind you as you led him down the cozy corridor, stopping in front of a wooden door that had a small plate on it with the number of your room. 

You fished out the keycard from your pocket and held it gently against the metallic scanner by the handle. Instantaneously, the light on the scanner flashed a bright green color, sending a slight buzzing sensation against your fingers. 

You turned down the handle and pushed it open, with Satoru immediately behind you. He placed his right palm against the wooden door, pushing it against the wall to ease you to enter the room. 

A slight thud emitted from the door closing and you and Satoru took off your shoes before moving deeper into the room.  The minute you did and noticed the arrangement of the room, you heard your bag meet the floor in a light thump as your jaw dropped in absolute horror. 

"What in the actual fuck?" You twitched with disgust, your emotions emphasized with each passing word that slipped past your tongue. 

You heard Satoru laugh from next to you, undeniably grinning like a smug little shit at your expression but it only made you angrier. One queen-sized bed was staring you right in the face, its neatness almost mocking you indirectly. 

"It's just a bed, princess," he teased, walking past you and setting himself on the edge of the bed, only fueling your displeasure with that nickname he loved to use for you.

The first time he had called you by it, you were frowning at him like he was a creepy pervert inching to touch you. But he justified his choice of nickname by saying that in the Jujutsu World, you were the closest thing they would have as a princess. 

It made no sense to you but apparently, it did to him. Though a lot of things were like that, you thought. Regardless, you were stuck with it.

"It's one bed, Satoru. One," you pressured, your eyes thinly glaring at him. 

Like the concept of him calling you princess, this was yet another situation where you and Satoru did not make sense of things in the same way. He seemed unbothered whereas you were extremely bothered. 

Shaking your head, you walked past the bed and towards the couch, placing your bag on the floor next to it. "Guess I'll take the couch, then," you mumbled with a shake of your head. 

"Wait, what?" Satoru laughed, the sound a kind of harmony that washed over with familiarity but in the moment, it only added to your internal torment. "Don't be ridiculous, the bed is big enough for us both." 

"As if I would ever sleep with you," you huffed, unzipping your bag to take out your toiletries and clothes for the night. 

Curse the moon and the sky for having you live through this while bringing a short-sleeved t-shirt to pair with short shorts as your choice of nightwear to battle the heat of the summer night. 

But you had no choice seeing as that was the only piece of clothing you brought for your sleepwear. 

"Aww, you've thought about sleeping with me?" Satoru smirked with apparent humor. 

You looked at him over your shoulder and scrunched your face in distress. "As if," you rolled your eyes, only earning a soft laugh from the man. 

"But seriously, just share the bed," he persuaded gently, following your unpacking actions. 

"I would rather step into Unlimited Void," you spat. 

"Suit yourself," he shrugged though you couldn't see since your back was facing him but you could hear it in his words.

You hummed to yourself in approval and turned around, shock coursing through you upon noticing Satoru's fingers moving to unbutton his shirt. 

"What the fuck are you doing?!" You almost shout at him. 

"What?" He froze, taken by absolute surprise and clearly, oblivious to your discomfort. "I'm just tryna change," he shrugged mindlessly, not seeming to give a care. 

"Go change in the bathroom, pervert!" 

It was like Satoru's brain finally clicked to understand what you meant. Wearing his infamously annoying shit-eating grin, he provoked you.

"Don't tell me you're not the least bit curious, hmm?" His words buzzed through the room, taking a note lower than usual, his head slightly tilted in a suggestive manner. 

You could feel your heart skipping a simple beat, suddenly finding it hard to breathe but you maintained your composure. 

"Not. A. Single. Bit," you assured him with a pause in between words, arms crossed tightly against your chest and eyes challenging. 

"Sure, princess," he clicked his tongue and looked away, somehow finally allowing you to breathe normally again but only for a moment since next, he took off his blindfold, revealing to you his familiar icy blue eyes. 

It wasn't the first time you'd seen them but somehow each time, you couldn't help but grow a little feeling of jealousy at how beautiful his eyes were. But you would never admit that, especially to him. 

Not in a million years. 

You watched as Satoru spared you a quick glance with his angelic eyes before heading towards the bathroom. You stared forward, body frozen until you heard the bathroom door close and click with a lock. 

Another sharp exhale escaped you as you turned around to sit on the couch, praying that the little thing could give you a good night's sleep. You began reading up the file for the mission tomorrow, hearing the water begin to run in the bathroom. 

Once you had done your reading and research, you decided to scroll on your phone while waiting for Satoru to finish taking his shower. 

Soon enough, the running water stopped and moments later, Satoru left the toilet, taking a step into the bedroom with his hair still damp, droplets of water falling onto the carpeted ground. 

His towel hugged his waist almost loosely and just low enough for you to notice certain details that you should not be noticing. especially on him. You looked away quickly with hopes that he hadn't caught your staring but unfortunately, he did notice you. 

As he always had. 

Thankfully, he hadn't decided to torture you and remained quiet but his lips were pulled up in a toying smirk, proud of himself for being able to catch even the slightest bit of your attention. 

You walked past him to enter the shower, leaving once you had finished refreshing yourself. 

Satoru was laid on one side of the bed, his back upright against the headboard while his legs were stretched out in front of him, dressed in a simple shirt and sweatpants. His hair was undone, a few strands falling over his eyes that were focused on his phone. 

Next to him was the case file for the mission, leaving you to make the correct assumption that he had been reading up on it to prepare for tomorrow. You walked over to the couch and took a seat, ready to go to sleep.

"Are you actually going to sleep there tonight?" Satoru spoke, his voice sounding a little annoyed. 

"What's it to you?" You raised a brow, eyes unamused. 

"We've got a long day tomorrow and that thing looks about as comfortable as a shoebox," he said in a matter-of-fact tone. 

"I'll be fine," you shook your head and lowered your body into a lying position. 

"You do not look fine," he stated, eyes unashamedly staring as you fidgeted to find comfort on the cramped furniture. You remained silent in spite but after a while of tossing and turning, Satoru couldn't take it anymore. "For goodness sake, just share the bed."

His voice was raised slightly in annoyance, causing you to sit upright with just the same amount of frustration. Your eyes glared at him, mind contemplating your decisions. But eventually, your eyes glinted in the form of defeat. 

"Fine," you huffed. "Only because I'm tired," you added, walking over to the bed and placing your phone on the nightstand. 

"Sure, princess," Satoru grinned in victory. 

"Just make sure you stay on your side," you emphasized. 

"Sure, princess," he repeated his words, a softer tone taking place as he watched you get under the blanket. 

Satoru took the files that were in between the two of you and placed them on the bedside table on his side. You made yourself cozy and turned to lie on your right side, back facing Satoru. 

Unbeknownst to you, his eyes were stuck on your back, the way your hair fell against the soft sheets of the pillow, revealing the nape of your neck. 

Your skin showed all signs of softness, mending and warming Satoru's heart with the urge to reach over and grace it against the tips of his fingers. 

His lips were parted as if ready to say something, anything, just to get everything out in the open. But his head shook slightly to remind himself of the situation that lies beneath his strictly professional relationship with you. 

Because he was a Gojo.

And you were a Zenin. 

He had to always remind himself that. 

His mind troubled and clouded with hints of you, he got under the blanket, careful to heed your wishes of having him stay only on his side of the bed. He sent you a glance, noticing that you had already turned off the lamp on your side. 

Leaning forward, he turned off the light and whispered softly against the summer air, "Goodnight."

Your heart fluttered in silence at the sound of his voice so quiet in the night, feeling so distant when he was barely a meter away from you. 

"Goodnight," you responded with just as heavy of a voice as he held. 

Perhaps the burden that colored your wish was the same kind that he had. But you couldn't think that. 

You forbid yourself to think that. 

Satoru remained lying on his back, occasionally taking side glances to your back that faced him. You were quiet, softly breathing in an attempt to sleep. 

He had no idea how long it was that he stayed awake in the quiet night. It was really silent that it felt loud and wrong. He wondered if you ever lived any moment in silence. 

"Hey, are you sleeping?" His voice was barely a whisper but you were barely a hand-reach away from him. 

"I'm trying to," you persisted, a hint of annoyance taking place. 

Satoru felt a small pang of guilt for disturbing you. He let himself forget about you for the moment, and it took so much to do that when you were just there, lying next to him. 

But he settled soon, falling into slumber with peace. 

Having slept alone for most of your life, you were a light sleeper, easily waking up with any hints of movement that did not belong to you. And you were asleep, you were sure of it. 

But it didn't matter anymore. 

Your eyes jolted open in horror at the weight on your arm. Satoru's hands gripped your arm harshly but there was a sense of gentleness underlying his skin that met yours. 

You were about to turn around and wake him up to give him an earful for not staying on his side of the bed when you heard the rustling sound of him tossing and turning. 

His breathing was erratic as his lips emitted mumbled words of gibberish. You turned slightly, noticing how his closed eyes were in panic, lips quivering in fear and his skin was glistened with sweat.

He was having a nightmare. 

Worried, you turned, pushing away his hand that held onto you like a lifeline. You leaned over the gap that lay in between you both, your own fingers reaching over to his arm to try and hold him in place but failed since his Infinity was on. 

You could only watch as your hand struggled to reach him.

"Satoru," you called softly at first but he showed no response, too entwined by the horrific pictures his mind conjured. "Satoru!" You called again, louder this time.

His eyes tore open with a desperate gasp, his body erratic before settling down. His brows were furrowed, his eyes glassy, blue color boring right into yours. He was in a state of confusion, reeling back his mind and body to calmness. 

"Are you okay?" You asked, voice soft and gentle.

His eyes searched yours. 

All he could find was safety in the eyes of his supposed enemy. He swallowed the lump that stuck to the back of his throat, his head slowly nodding but lacking any sign of assurance. 

"I-I'm sorry," he cleared his throat, fixing his position to remain on his side of the bed, much like your previous request to him earlier in the night. 

"It's fine," you shook your head, your eyes hazy as you returned back to lying on the bed. 

This time, you stayed on your left side, your hands resting under your head on the pillow. You were facing him, watching him carefully as he turned to meet you in the quiet of the night. His eyes were hazy, fluttering to maintain his breathing. 

You could sleep. 

Forget it happened, turn around, and just go to sleep. 

But instead, you stayed, examining his features with concern, almost refusing to look away until he showed even a shred of normalcy. 

You could sleep. 

But instead, you chose to ask him in hopes of getting his mind to return to safe comfort. "Are you okay?" 

Your voice was soft and intimate, traits Satoru rarely received from you in a more normal circumstance. 

But he was receiving that care now and he almost wanted to be grateful for having to relive a painful memory since it meant that he could be with you in this moment. 

"Just a nightmare," he answered almost consumed by pain, his eyes blue in more ways than one. 

"I didn't know the strongest sorcerer gets nightmares," you chuckle softly with a hum, a desperate attempt to lighten the mood. 

His lips quivered slightly in a grateful beam but his eyes darkened almost immediately at the reminder of the visions he saw in his dreams. 

"Do you wanna talk about it?" You were hesitant, feeling your words slip out against the warnings in your mind. 

You noticed the way Satoru's eyes widened with uncertainty, clearly taken aback by your question. His mind was wandering to find the words while his eyes searched yours for the familiar feeling of comfort. 

"It was just something that happened when I was younger," he answered with a lingering doubt. 

"If you don't want to tell me, it's okay. But if you do, I'm here to listen," you said, nodding a little as if to show your sincerity. "I promise not to be a dick about it," you joked.

Satoru let out a small laugh, it was laced with bitterness and relief at the same time. "When I was younger, there was this girl," he began, eyes looking everywhere but in yours. "She was a few years younger than me and she served for my family but really, she was more like a younger sister to me." 

Your lips stayed shut, allowing him to further his story. 

"One day, we were out and a Curse User was targeting me and ended up killing her," he finished with choked words. 

"Oh my God," your lips emitted a soft gasp, your forehead frowning. "I'm so sorry."

"It's fine," he shook his head, playing it off but it was clearly lingering heavily on his soul. "It's just- I should have saved her, you know? I should have been able to. I'm the strongest." 

"You were just a kid," you said gently.

Your words had acted as an anchor, taking him away from his thoughts of self-loathing. It was enough for him to meet your eyes again. 

"You are so much more and so much less than the strongest," you whispered. Your feelings for him that you had been trying to ignore and suppress poured out with just a single call of his name, "Satoru."

Satoru Gojo was the strongest sorcerer, the bearer of Six Eyes. 

But even he fell victim to your words. 

His eyes leaked tears, surprising himself. But what could he do? 

He should be the strongest sorcerer. But you said that he was more and less than that. 

Satoru couldn't take away his eyes from you even if he tried but in what world would he ever try to do that? 

But you thought that his eyes were the ones that were alluring, pulling you deeper and deeper into the rabbit hole of your feelings for him, clinging onto some sort of comfort in this world. 

Your hand shifted from underneath your head, slowly stretching out to him, hoping to reach him but you were stuck. Like earlier, barely inches away from his skin, your palm was stuck in the infinite way time moved around him. 

With your eyes longingly staring into his, you begged, "Your Infinity. Please, turn it off." 

Who was he to deny you of your wish?

A smile graces your lips momentarily, your heart skipping a beat when you no longer feel the buzz of Infinity against your skin. Just a second further, your hand ghosted the skin of his cheek. 

The tips of your fingers gently traced his skin while you shifted closer to him, feeling him stiffen under your touch before relaxing. 

"I'm sorry, I've never cried in front of anyone like this," he stammered out his words, his breathing shaky as he felt closer to you.

"I know," you nodded. "You're always such a pain in the ass," you added with a soft laugh.

Satoru's lips were tugged in a small smile as he sniffled. "Shut up," he said, nuzzling into your hand that rested against his cheek. 

"Satoru," his name slipped out your tongue in such an effortless manner, that he thought he was named Satoru specifically for you to say it. 

"Hmm?" His hum took a tone higher, desperation entangled in his breathing as his eyes fluttered. 

He couldn't help the urge he felt, the need to do more than just feel your touch. 

His own hand traveled to yours, holding onto your wrist. His head turned slightly, placing a soft kiss on your palm next to his cheek while his eyes held contact with yours. 

"What is it?" 

Your breath hitched, feeling the gentleness beneath his kiss on your palm. It was reeling you in towards him in all the ways it shouldn't. 

"We both hate each other," you repeated into the air between you two. 

But it was useless. 

That air that you breathed into was filled with longing desperation and need for each other. Your words were meant to convince yourself more than it was meant for him. 

But it wasn't working, right?

Still, Satoru only smiled, his voice low and gentle as if anything louder could ruin the undisclosed passion held tightly in a string between both your souls. 

"Yeah, we do," he nodded, pulling your hand away only to lift it slightly while he turned to place yet another kiss but on your wrist this time. "But, you're still here, with me. And that- That means something to me," he confessed.

"Satoru," you whispered sweetly. 

Your mind was hazy with the feel of his lips on your skin, leaving you almost desperate with want. He was feeling the same way, if not more. 

He swore he could never get tired of hearing the way you said his name, so sweet and gentle. It was truly meant for you.

Satoru looked at you expectantly, eyes filled with vulnerability. He gently guided your hand to rest on his chest, pressing it against his heart. 

"Can you feel me?" 

His heart was beating against your hand, the pace taking a quicker one as the frequency shifted into emotions. You nodded, realizing and understanding everything that he felt, mirroring your very own. 

You could hear your own heart beating in a synchronized rhythm. 

"Say something," he pleaded, adding, "Please."

Your brows furrowed as you allowed yourself to stare into his eyes. "We- We shouldn't be this way," you slurred.

His forehead creased, his hold on your wrist tightening slightly. "What way?" He asked with his voice unsteady and feigning ignorance just to keep this moment alive. "We're just talking."

You feel a sliver of courage consuming you as your eyes flickered momentarily to his lips. Using your hand on his chest, you pushed yourself further above the bed to meet him. 

You felt just slightly the way the tip of your nose brushed against his, creating warmth as your lips only merely ghosted over his. 

"This way," you murmured, your lips moving on his but not kissing him just yet.

Satoru froze, his eyes fluttering shut as he instinctively leaned into your touch. "It's- It's bad, right?" His voice trembled, hopeless in his need for you. 

"Y-yeah," you nodded, remaining where you were against him. "But," you trailed, your heart growing louder in your own ears.

His eyes opened to meet yours, confused yet longing endlessly, a hand of his reaching to tuck your hair into the back of your ear before resting it on your cheek, fighting his selfish desires to pull you straight into his lips. 

"But what?"

You closed your eyes, your voice choked as if about to cry. "But I want to kiss you so bad right now," you begged, letting your gaze fall on his lips. 

His heart began to race, faster than anything he's ever felt in his entire life. His resolve was already crumbling and you weren't making it any easier on him. 

There was nothing but a burning ache in the way you held yourself against him. 

"I- I want to kiss you, too," he confessed, shaking as he did so. A moment passed and he worded, "But we can't." 

You shook your head, knowing that he was right. "We shouldn't," you said. 

But you wanted to. 

He wanted it, too.

But he was a Gojo. 

And you were a Zenin. 

You had to always remind yourself that. 

And you were reminding yourself at the moment. 

Still, nothing seemed to matter to you in the heat of the night when you were on the bed, only a lean away from Satoru's lips that seemed so inviting. 

You knew it was wrong. 

More than the fact that neither one of you had the capacity for such a connection in life, you were meant to be enemies. 

Be that as it may, you still wanted more. 

You wanted him. 

And you wanted Satoru to kiss you anyways, damn the world. 

You wanted him to tell you that he didn't care, that he wanted you more than he cared about your family. 

But he didn't say that. 

Instead, he nodded and pulled away, placing your hand on the bed, in the growing gap between you both. 

"You're right," his voice was quiet and defeated. "I'm sorry."

You wanted to cry, but you didn't. You only nodded and turned around, letting your back face him. "It's okay," you uttered silently.

He watched with his heart aching, his own mind screaming at him. His hand instinctively reached out to you, as though he wanted to pull you back. 

To have you meet his eyes. 

But he refrained. 

"Goodnight," he let out softly, his voice was heavily laced with defeat and self-loathing. 

"Yeah, goodnight," you replied half-heartedly, feeling your eyes start to rain tears that fell onto the pillow sheet. 

Satoru was fixed on your back, noticing the way your shoulders were shaking ever so slightly. He could hear faint sounds of your sniffling that you tried your hardest to hide from him.

And it broke his heart. 

He was overwhelmed with guilt but he knew things wouldn't end well for you if he had done what he truly wanted to do. But he wanted to comfort you, to hold you close and never let you go. 

But he was a Gojo.

And you were a Zenin. 

He had to always remind himself that. 

Every single ti-

"Satoru," you whispered, frozen in your position, fearful to face him in such a vulnerable state. 

He hesitated, his heart racing whenever you would say his name in such a whisper. It drove him crazy. 

And he should probably ignore your call, but he couldn't. 

He gave in to the devil on his shoulder, almost giving in to all his selfish needs. His arms slowly snaked around you, wrapping them around your waist. 

He pulled you closer against his chest. 

"What is it?" He asked softly, his voice hoarse with a mix of emotions that were too jumbled up for him to even comprehend.

"Nothing," you sighed, body stiffening under his hold as you attempted to push his arms away. 

But Satoru refused, selfishly tightening his hold on you. 

"Don't," he murmured, his face burying itself in the crook of your neck as he pulled you flush against him. "Just- Stay like this, please," he pleaded, his words almost muffled by your own skin. 

You relaxed against him, nodding as tears escaped you. "Just don't get another nightmare," you uttered softly, feeling him nod in the crook of your neck. 

Satoru let himself rest, continuing to hold you tight, never intending to let you go if he could have it his way. His eyes fluttered shut, tickling the skin of your neck as he did so. 

He inhaled the scent of your shampoo, lavender, and rosemary heavy in his nose. There was peace resonating around your being and he felt content just being there, holding you like this, even if it was only tonight. 

He had never felt anything like that before. As you drifted off to sleep, he held you closer, his heart settling happily in his chest. Listening to your soft breathing and little snores, Satoru could feel exhaustion catching up with him and soon, he fell asleep, his arms loosely around you. 

Somewhere in the middle of the night, you woke up and escaped his arms. So you lay down on your side as you faced him, watching him sleep. 

He was peaceful in his slumber, clearly unaware of your gaze. He seemed relaxed, lips parted as he breathed softly and you were glad. 

You studied his features, noting how many freckles graced his skin and committing every detail to memory, afraid to never be able to see him this closely again. His white strands fell so beautifully across his forehead, his chest gently rising and falling as he breathed. 

Your eyes of admiration adored him truly, your hand hesitantly reaching out to him. A moment of fear washed over you, fearful that his Infinity would get in the way like how it had earlier in the night. 

But a grateful sigh was elicited from your lips once your soft fingers felt him, tracing them over his cheek while you prayed that he wouldn't wake up. 

He stirred slightly, eyes fluttering beneath his eyelids, causing you to freeze, your breath caught in your airway and your fingers stopped in place. 

After a moment, he settled again and you breathed a sigh of relief as you pulled your hand to rest it under your head. There was a small smile tugging at your lips as you relished the sight of his beauty. 

Soon, you fell victim to slumber just as he had. 

Within a few hours, Satoru woke up, finding himself under your hold. You were curled up against him, your arms wrapped around his waist and your head resting on his chest. You were still asleep, not at all noticing that he had woken up despite his body stirring slightly. 

It was weird, he thought. 

You had mentioned before that you were a light sleeper yet here you were, oblivious and asleep. Not to mention, you had easily woken up earlier that night when Satoru had a nightmare. 

But you were still against him, your head nuzzling further into the warmth of his chest, the blanket entangled between both of your bodies. 

Satoru used this opportunity to wrap his arms around you, almost protective as he buried his face in your hair, inhaling the smell of your lavender and rosemary shampoo, scents that now had become a familiarity to him. 

He had no idea how long he stayed like that but he did not care. 

If life would for once be kind to him, he could live in this moment forever but life was not that generous. 

Because eventually, you woke up, your eyes being met with the color of Satoru's shirt. He allowed your body to shift slightly, his heart skipping a beat when you didn't push him away immediately. His gaze lowered, meeting yours that were tilted up. 

"Hi," he greeted softly with a smile so beautiful and genuine that for once reached his eyes. 

It was the first time you'd ever seen him this happy. 

Your eyes blinked a few times, your mind still foggy and confused. "Hi," you said. "What are you doing?"

His grip on you tightened but it was still so gentle like he was afraid to let you go but also afraid to hurt you. "I should ask you the same thing," he said, his lips grinning with a glint of teasing in his eyes. "Why are you wrapped around me like a little vine?" 

"Hmm?" You shook your head, not really understanding him. "What are you talking about?" 

His lips parted as he let out a small chuckle, finding your cluelessness and fogginess from having just woken up cute. He looked down to where your arms were wrapped around his waist. 

"You're hugging me," he pointed out, causing you to follow his gaze. "I guess you did it in your sleep. When I woke up, you were already like this," he explained softly. "And I'm not pushing you away," he admitted, his face flushed. 

"Oh," you muttered, nuzzling your head against his chest as you closed your eyes. "Can we stay like this a bit longer?" Your voice was soft, almost as if you were afraid of doing such a thing. 

And maybe you were. 

Because you knew you shouldn't. 

But there he was, so gentle with you and so warm in all the right ways, you couldn't help but allow yourself to be a little selfish. And Satoru was shocked that you hadn't pulled away. 

If anything, you only pulled him closer to you. 

"Just a little longer, okay?" He whispered above your head, nodding gently as he placed a kiss on your hair. 

You took in the warmth that Satoru could provide you, the kind of warmth you lacked over all your years alive. A shaky breath escaped him, his fingers gently carding through your hair as he got lost in thought only to pull himself back to reality. 

Because his thoughts were depressing, reminding him over and over again that neither of you should be doing this way. 

Whereas in reality, he was holding you and you were holding him. 

Even if it would end soon and never happen again, he didn't care. 

At least he got to hold you, to feel you against him. 

But that ended, not long after, when you finally pulled away from him and he had no choice but to let you go, arms dropping to his sides as he sat up.

Avoiding your gaze, he reminded, "That can't happen again." 

You mimicked his actions, sitting upright against the headboard. Your knees were folded, brought up against your chest tightly as your arms hugged around them. 

You looked down but nodded in agreement. "It won't." 

He nodded, his jaw clenched with regrets but he knew this was for the best. 

There was not a universe where the two of you could actually be together. 

He got off the bed and walked over to his bag, creating even more distance between the two of you. It was a distance that he hated. 

He wished to just turn back and kiss you deeply until neither of you could breathe. But doing that would only hurt you in the end. 

You were the one trapped under the claws of the Zenin clan. 

"I'm going to take a shower," he informed, his tone plain and blunt. 

"Okay," you mumbled quietly, waiting until he entered the bathroom before letting your head fall to the valley between your folded knees, tears slowly escaping as you cursed at yourself for having lost your composure and allowing yourself to care for him. 

Satoru let the water run through his body, wishing it was your hands instead. His body fell limp, leaning his back against the bathroom wall, his head tilted back to rest as well. 

His eyes were closed shut, his emotions overwhelming him. Hidden by the loud sound of the shower, he hit the back of his head against the wall, his lips emitting a curse of both pain and frustration. 

He knew he had to pretend it never happened. He had to return to his usual self whenever he was with you, in a professional manner. And you knew it, too. 

You had to go back to hating him. 

Satoru soon emerged from the bathroom and you immediately walked past him to shower. You didn't even spare a glance at the man, worried you wouldn't be able to control yourself when seeing him in such a suggestive state. 

"Hurry up," he reminded you just before you could close the door. 

"I will," you replied with a hint of annoyance in your attempt to return to your Satoru Gojo-hating self.

At your tone, Satoru couldn't help but let a bitter smile adorn his lips. You were trying to return things back to normal, too. This was all for the best, right? 

But if it was for the best, then why didn't it feel right at all? 

Once he got dressed, he took a seat on the edge of the bed, scrolling through his phone to check if there were any updates about the case. 

Once you got out of the shower, already wearing your uniform, you took a seat next to him but there was some distance, both of you careful not to recreate the scene from the night. 

"Any updates?" You asked casually. 

"No," he shook his head and kept his phone in his pocket. 

"Shall we go? We could grab breakfast on the way to the location," you suggested, finally turning to meet him. 

And for once, you were glad that he was wearing his blindfold, obstructing your view of his eyes. He looked at you with an unreadable expression before nodding in agreement. 

"Sounds good," he shrugged with his lips pursed. 

The both of you stood up and he let you walk first, following behind you right after as you put on your shoes and opened the door. 

The elevator ride was just as slow as it was last night, the numbers staring back at you mockingly as if to remind you just how silent and still everything was and how big the confinement was yet you felt too cramped, stuck with Satoru. 

You bit your inner cheek, your fingers fumbling with the hem of your uniform nervously. Your eyes fluttered in relief when the elevator stopped somewhere on the 11th floor, the doors opening up for a family of 4 to enter. 

The woman flashed you a bright smile as she led her daughter in by the hand, her husband and their other daughter following suit. But that relief you felt was truly just a momentary occasion when Satoru neared you, making room for the family. 

Satoru's hand was slender as his fingers wrapped around his phone, his left hand buried deep within his pocket while his right foot pressed up against the elevator wall to rest. He was the definition of casual, you thought. 

But when the family of 4 was settling and the doors of the elevators were closing, Satoru's head turned and his gaze fell on you. Behind the fabric of his blindfold, his eyes had widened to see that you were staring up blankly at him already. 

His lips relaxed into a soft smile but it faltered once he realized that, unlike his eyes, there was nothing to cover his lips. 

Your eyes blinked a few times before letting your gaze fall forward, hints of disappointment on the tip of your tongue when you felt his Infinity acting as the barrier between you. 

The elevator let out a ding to announce that you had arrived on the ground floor. You and Satoru waited until the family got out first before taking your own steps. 

Walking past the lobby doors, you and Satoru were silent. The air felt fresh but the summer heat did make itself known as you walked past shops, eyes peeled for a cafe. 

"What about this?" Satoru stopped, gesturing to the cafe.

"Sure," you shrugged mindlessly, following behind him as he opened the door for you to enter. "I'll go find a seat, just get me whatever," you murmured lowly, earning a nod from the man. 

You found a table that had two empty chairs and took a seat. After some time of scrolling meaninglessly on your phone, your head perked up, looking around as you realized that Satoru was taking too long. 

Concern colored your eyes that scanned the front of the cafe and you noticed him, standing in all his tall beauty, his white hair poking out as his back faced your direction. Tilting your head a little, you could watch the scene unfolding from the distance. 

His right palm was leaning on the counter, holding his weight above it. His lips were tugged in a friendly grin, gaze towards the cashier. 

The woman behind the counter wore pink cheeks, her lips cheeky and excited. You lowered your gaze slightly, noticing the way the woman's hands were atop Satoru's. 

His lips were moving, telling the woman something that caused her to blush even harder and laugh louder in a squeaky giggle. You couldn't help the way your eyes rolled obnoxiously as you watched the scene from your seat. 

Bubbling up under your skin, jealousy took place and spread itself all throughout your body. If only your cursed technique could do more than just manipulate frequencies, like maybe allowing you to have some sort of super hearing so you could listen to their conversation. 

But you couldn't do that so instead, you only returned your gaze to your phone when Satoru was beginning to leave the counter. You pretended to be surprised by his arrival at the table, sitting across you as if you weren't literally watching the way he was unashamedly flirting with the cashier. 

"What the fuck are these?" You blurted, deadpanned as you looked at the pastries to the man sitting in front. 

"Breakfast," he quipped happily, taking a peach strudel happily. 

"Satoru, this is not breakfast," you blinked, watching the way his lips fell like a sad puppy, the sight cute as it caused your heart to flutter warmly. 

"What do you mean?" 

"They're all sweet," you frowned with raised brows. 

"Yeah. I eat stuff like this every day."

"For breakfast?"

"Yeah," he nodded. 

"That cannot be healthy," you exhaled, shaking your head slightly before reaching for the plain butter croissant to start with. 

He enjoyed his 'breakfast' happily and silently just as you did, your eyes wandering the cafe to watch other customers. You thanked the waitress when she came over to place both your drinks and you smiled softly upon tasting the bitter taste of the hot cappuccino with vanilla syrup. 

"How'd you know this was my favorite?" You hummed while taking another sip of the hot beverage. 

"You told me once", he said casually, leaving you dumbfounded but appreciating his gesture. 

Silence took place as you both finished your breakfast and left the cafe and you definitely couldn't ignore the cashier's overly excited voice as she thanked you both for coming. 

The walk to the location was silent, too, which was uncharacteristically Satoru. 

You had always known him to talk your ear off but his lips were pursed in a thin line. And surely, you knew why. 

But you definitely didn't know that he was fighting the urge to just press his lips against yours. You were always complaining to him that he talks too much, surely you wouldn't mind shutting him up that way? 

He shook his head, regaining his senses of reality. Thankfully, the both of you had arrived at the abandoned warehouse that was said to be the headquarters for the cult you were investigating. 

"I'll go in first while you put up a Veil," Satoru instructed, earning a nod and an eye roll from you due to his spatting of orders. "Follow up after me." 

"Emerge from the darkness, blacker than darkness. Purify that which is impure," you uttered before watching the sky and the surroundings take a darker color to resemble night. 

You left your spot to go and find Satoru, soon finding him hiding behind a wall. "I think those are the followers," he informed, allowing you to glance inside and see many people standing in white cloth. 

Both of you watched the followers of the cult begin to ascend the stairwell in a line, much like predicted. 

"I'll check to find out how many guards there are." You closed your eyes, letting your ears trace the trails of cursed energy by listening to the frequency. "There's about 3 guards in each wing," you pointed. 

The plan went smoothly and the mission ended successfully though it was nearing night, not a shocker to anyone considering that it was you and Satoru who handled the case. 

You both headed back to the hotel, ready to pack your things and go home but your tracks were frozen in place as your hands flew to cover your ears, a ringing pain appearing.