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“I made it, I'm home.”

Four times Sanemi wants you to use his first name and the one time you do.

pairings: shinazugawa sanemi x fem! reader

warnings: fluff, hurt/comfort, slight angst, sanemi is bad at feelings and communication, slight sanemi/giyu if you squint

a/n: first sequel is up! My Nemi is 18+ so minors DNI. The second sequel is also up! Con La Brisa !

The first time Sanemi crossed paths with you was the day you were introduced to him.

He’d recently become the Wind Hashira and you were requesting to become a tsugoku.

They were all gathered for a hashira meeting to discuss the next training procedures for the lower ranking slayers. As time drew on, Shinazugawa found himself mentally thankful as the meeting drew to an end.

“Before we draw this to close, I’d like to bring one last thing to attention.” Oyakata-sama paused before continuing as you stood behind him head bowed in respect as he spoke

“I’m sure you’ve heard of a demon slayer who has been performing above expectations,” Oyakata-sama said gently. “She’s an exceptional swordswoman and has been recommended by Tomioka-san.”

The training grounds remained silent as the nine hashira waited for their master to continue.

“After some thought, I have reached the conclusion ….” Oyakata-sama smiled. “I’m assigning her to one of you as a tsuguko.”

“Shinazugawa-san,” he offered Sanemi a kind smile. “Since you both trained under the same master I think she would be best in your care.”

“Not interested.”

“Maybe Tomioka-san would be interested then since he-“

That got his blood boiling.

If he didn’t want to do it, why the hell should Tomioka be the one to replace him?

“With all due respect sir,” he said, Tomioka’s head tilts in his peripheral. Sanemi’s index finger plays with the hilt of his sword. “I don’t think Tomioka can cut it.”

“Why does it matter to you Shinazugawa? You already said you weren’t interested.” Uzui raised a brow at him, a hint of teasing behind his words. Obanai nodded his head in agreement in the background.

“It's because I doubt she can handle my training.”

“I’d like to prove myself to you if you’d let me Shinazugawa-sama, '' you said, stepping forward. You were significantly shorter than him, probably around Obanai’s height.

“Cut the -sama bullshit.” He fired back, also stepping forward. He practically towered over you at this point. You were cute he had to admit albeit a little annoying.

You had to admit from your distance you thought he was attractive too. His lilac eyes and fluffy white hair were striking, his scars added a liveliness to his features that you also liked and don’t get you started on his muscles that he proudly had on display.

“Fine then if you think you can keep up with me I’ll take you.” He said snapping you from your thoughts.

“Very well, then.” Oyakata-sama said, pleased. “She will continue training from here on as Shinazugawa’s tsuguko.”

“I can’t wait to work together, I’ve heard so much about you from Giyu-san!”

Giyu?

Why the hell were you already on a first name basis with him?

“It’s Tomioka to you brat.”

“My apologies I didn’t mean to-“

“Don’t let it happen again.”

The remaining hashira grinned teasingly in the background, at the commotion. For someone who had claimed to hate Tomioka’s guts he sure was defensive about the first name thing.

But that wasn’t it at all.

Did he just take on an apprentice because he didn’t want Giyu to have you?

Yes, yes he did.

Did he also correct you just because he didn’t want Giyu to have the satisfaction of being on a first name basis with you?

Of course he did.

He was Sanemi Shinazugawa after all and he had a reputation to uphold.

He had no idea how you two had even met each other with your breathing styles being so different and all or why the hell you two seemed so close to begin with but if you were to train under him he had to squash that in the butt right here and now.

Sanemi was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't realize that the meeting had officially ended. As the hashira began filing out of the courtyard you approached him startling him from his inner monologue.

“Are we ready to begin training Shinazugawa-sama?” You asked

“What the hell did I tell you about that honorific shit?” He groaned.

“Fine then how about Shinazugawa-sensei?” You replied cheekily

Knowing that he wasn’t getting through to you he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

He decided then that he doesn’t like being called Shinazugawa by you.

The second time

“Fuck off.” He rasped. You had just reached the inn you were staying at when you noticed him wincing.

“You’re hurt.” You mumbled, noticing the blood dripping onto the floor beneath him.

“‘m fine,” He shook his head, but the state of him said otherwise.

The blood around the wound had already started to congeal, sticking to his skin and clothes. He was starting to go dizzy from the blood loss.

“No, you’re not,” You frowned

“I told you I’m fine.”

“If you’re as fine as you say, then you won’t mind me taking a look.” You persisted with a grunt he submitted to you and your examination

You were looking at the cut now, nose wrinkled as you assessed the damage.

“Well the good news is you’ll live.”

“Oh joy.”

“The bad news is this’ll probably scar up pretty bad” you said standing to gather the necessary medical supplies before returning to his side. You two had foregone bring Kakushi with you this time as you weren’t that far from the butterfly mansion.

“Let me bandage it up so it doesn’t become infected.”

Wringing a rag out, you forced Sanemi to sit as you began to dab at the wound cleaning it, little sparks of pain ate away at him at each stroke of the cloth, his muscles tensing under your delicate touch.

“Sorry sensei, I’ll get this done as fast as I can.”

Again, there it was.

“I told you to drop the formalities.”

You pulled the clean bandages tight as you began to wrap his torso with a small uneasy chuckle.

“Force of habit.”

You were warm and he could smell the soothing scent of you with how close you were to him, the proximity was getting unbearable, a knot was beginning to form in the pit of his stomach.

As your fingers gently brushed against his chest with such tenderness he wasn’t used to since Kanae, Sanemi felt a jolt of electricity in his chest.

What the hell was that?

“There, that should do it.” You smiled to yourself admiring your handiwork as you placed a hand on his shoulder.

“We’ll get Kocho-san to take a better look at it when we return tomorrow.”

“Whatever.” He brushed you off but all you did was smile your same smile at him.

Realizing the close proximity he felt another pang in his chest as his cheeks began to dust pink.

Was he developing a heart condition? He’d have to ask Shinobu about that the next time he saw her.

Easing up from his place on the ground he stood with his back to you hiding his flustered expression.

“Get some sleep. We’re leaving early in the morning.”

“Shouldn’t I be telling you that?” You teased.

“Just shut up and get some rest.”

The third time

Sanemi pulled off your haori and tied it to your torso trying to staunch the bleeding. The feeling of the warm, sticky blood dripped down your side as you approached the Butterfly estate.

He could feel the warmth from your blood soaking through your uniform, staining his own.

Shinobu, who had been tending to the grounds outside rushed to his side at the sight of you and ushered him to bring you inside. It was hard to separate him from you, he was holding on so tightly, his grip almost like an iron vise.

A strong hand on his shoulder pulled him out of his thoughts and got him to loosen his grip. He looked to see it was Rengoku who had also just come back from a mission and was having his own injuries tended to. “Kocho’s got this Shinazugawa.”

"Don't worry, I’m sure she’ll be fine."

He didn’t know that, how could he?

“You don’t know shit.”

“I know that she’s in good hands here. The same hands that treat you and all the other Hashira when we need it most.” Rengoku said, placing a hand on Sanemi’s shoulder which he shrugged off immediately. “So just try to keep a clear head Shinazugawa.”

“Don’t fucking tell me what to do.” Sanemi said, storming off in the direction they took you, feeling more irritated than he was before speaking with the Flame Pillar.

It had all happened so fast.

Both you and Sanemi had been chasing after a demon who had been kidnapping and eating children. The absolute worst of the worst.

You were losing your temper and fighting brash, something he’d never seen from you before but not something he was new to entirely.

Just like Masachika.

You were so blinded by rage over the fact that the victims were children that you could barely hear him as he directed you to coordinate your attacks.

The last thing he remembers is going in for the killing strike when suddenly the demon throws a kid at him, a little girl. He stops his attack mid swing to catch her but in doing so he leaves himself wide open to the demon.

Fucking idiot! He thought as he tried to move out of range in time, before the demon could sink her claws into him he felt a hard push and the next thing he saw was red.

Blood.

It was your blood. Dripping onto the ground forming a dark red puddle around your feet.

When had you gotten there?

You had pushed him out of the way at the last second and had taken the brunt of the attack, your side torn almost clean open.

The smell of copper fills his nose completely and he almost chokes on it.

“Shinazugawa.” Shinobu started firmly sitting at a desk chair snapping him from his thoughts. She had just finished stitching you up and had sent Aoi and the others to get you situated in a bed after you had passed out. “If you need to talk…”

“I don't need to fucking talk,” he said pacing grooves into the the wooden flooring of the hall of the Butterfly estate. “She was a fool for jumping in like that.”

“I know you’re worried about her but-“

“I’m not fucking worried!”

He was but he’d never tell Shinobu that.

His anger clouded his senses, sure he was worried but he was mad more than anything.

Who gave you the right to step in and put yourself on the line like that? For him of all people.

No. To Shinobu he wasn’t worried, he was pissed.

You’re met with the sight of a starch white ceiling as you came to, head pounding you slowly, sit up looking around the room, no one was occupying the other beds. Your body ached at even the slightest movement. For a moment, you thought you were completely alone until a familiar voice greets your ears.

“You finally awake?”

Sitting on a chair next to the bed was Sanemi, his arms crossed over his chest as he glared.

"How could you be so fucking stupid, you brat?"

“It’s okay Shinazugawa-san,” you sigh, “Kocho-san was able to patch me up.”

Shinazugawa-san. As if he wasn’t already irritated enough with you.

How annoying.

“Okay, my ass,” Sanemi grumbled, “and drop the -san.”

“You’re a Hashira sensei, your life is worth at least a hundred of mine.”

“You’re an even bigger moron than I thought if you really believe that shit!” Sanemi snapped “Don’t be so ready to throw your life away!”

“I guess I’m your dumbass then.” You mumble under your breath

“What?”

“Nothing, don't mind me.” You said waving your hand in front of you as if to dissipate the tension in the air.

Silence filled the space between you two.

“I won’t let you die. Not for me.” Sanemi said somberly, refusing to look you in the eye.

“That’s the only way I’d like to go,” you sighed dreamily, only half jokingly.

“Don’t say dumbass shit like that.”

“You’ve made bigger sacrifices. Let someone else make them for you for a change.” You nodded contentedly at what you said. “You deserve to live a full life just as much as I do so let me help you live it to the fullest.”

You would have thought that was the end of your conversation if Sanemi hadn’t stood with such force it knocked his chair over from your bedside.

“Don’t gimme that bullshit!”

“You think you’re so high and mighty talking about sacrifices when you really don’t know shit about sacrificing anything!”

Before you could say anything more, he stormed out slamming the infirmary shoji doors behind him.

He was right, what right did you have to tell him of all people about sacrifice when you knew about his past?

Sanemi hadn’t told you much himself but when you asked Oyakata-sama about him he had reluctantly told you about Genya and his mother.

If anyone had known anything about sacrifice it’d be him.

Slowly getting up from your bed you found yourself leaning against the wall as you limped through the halls searching for your teacher.

The wind whipped through his white hair as he sat in the garden attempting to meditate. He had initially come out here to cool his head by slashing at the training dummies but when he saw other slayers out there training themselves he opted to go to the other side of the grounds just to have some alone time.

He hadn’t meant to snap at you like he did, gods know you weren't wrong no matter how much he hated to admit it, so why did it piss him off so much to hear you talking so easily about throwing your life away for him.

You deserve to live a full life just as much as I do so let me help you live it to the fullest.

You reminded him so much of Masachika it made his head ache.

The wind picks up once again carrying with it the smell of wisterias and…something else he couldn’t quite place.

It was almost like it was trying to tell him something, like he wasn’t alone.

Whipping around just as the sliding shoji doors open up, Sanemi jumped up and made it to you just in time to catch you as you slipped and fell out into the garden having lost your grip on the wall.

“Dumbass! What the hell are you doing up?!”

“I was looking for you!” You cried “I’m sorry Shinazugawa, you were right, I had no right to be so ignorant!” You tried to bow but the searing pain in your side said otherwise.

He tsked as he went to sit you down on the engawa. Setting himself beside you so you could lean on him if you needed to.

“You really aren’t that smart are ya?” He asked roughly trying to lighten the mood but the way it came out made him wince at the harshness.

Thankfully after months of training at his side you could tell when he was trying to lighten the mood, so you simply smiled and closed your eyes savoring his warmth. “No one’s ever accused me of being a genius.”

It was then that he realized you hadn’t called him sensei, or by any honorific. He was simply Shinazugawa.

Maybe he was finally getting something through that thick skull of yours.

The fourth time

When the two of you arrived at the swordsmith village you split off almost instantly Sanemi muttering to himself something about needing a drink. You were so excited at the promise of hot water on your aching muscles that you hadn’t thought to ask Sanemi if he planned to bathe too.

Which was how you two found yourselves in your predicament.

This was good. Way too good. The hot springs were perfect. From where he sat Sanemi could see the steam rising off from the clear water. The atmosphere around it is breathtaking, decorated with rocks, and lush plants. The scent of it was intoxicating.

He can already feel the relaxing effects of the mineral waters soaking into his bones as he sinks further in. Sanemi’s entire body felt overly warm, whether from the springs or the sake he drank earlier that evening he wasn’t sure.

Something like a splash echoed off in the distance and Sanemi turned toward the sound only to find you, sitting with your back to him, eyes closed as you groaned in pure bliss, the hot water easing your sore muscles.

“The hell are you doing here?!” He screamed jumping up to point at your naked form forgetting to cover himself up as he did so.

“Same as you Shinazugawa-san, taking a bath!” You smiled cheerfully “you’re naked by the way.”

You said averting your eyes from his very bare form.

He quickly sank back down into the water, cheeks turning a bright red before he rolled his eyes at you.

There it was again. If you said his last name like that one more time he swore he was going to-

But before he could finish that thought he caught a glimpse of your back, almost completely unmarred and blemish free save for the gnarly scar that twisted up your side and shoulder as you moved to grab your rag to wash yourself.

Sanemi had never seen your body so exposed before, he hadn’t meant to look, he swears he hadn’t but he just couldn’t tear his eyes away from you.

That was my fault.

“It’s not your fault.” Your voice brought him back to reality before he could get lost in his thoughts.

“Huh?”

Now you were sitting next to him, back resting against the warm boulders that surrounded the springs, arms folded, covering your amble chest from his view.

“It probably would've happened either way. I was being too reckless that night.”

“Doesn’t stop me from feeling any less shitty about it.”

A silent blanket fell over the two of you, the rippling of the water beneath you two the only sound that could be heard.

“Don’t get hurt again.” The request came in a tone you’d never heard from your teacher before. There was an emotion in his voice, one that you couldn’t quite place. Fear? Pity?

Nonetheless you smiled at him with a reassuring smile before answering back “I’ll try my best.”

“Good,” he began cheeks tinging pink once again as he looked away from you. “now get the fuck out.”

The one time you do

When the battle with Muzan and the remaining Upper Moons was over and the Corps had officially dissolved, you took your time to heal from your injuries, paid your respects to the fallen and moved back home.

Your childhood home looked more or less the same since you’d left, but it felt different. You couldn’t put your finger on it, maybe it had changed somehow or maybe it was just you that had changed but something felt like it was still missing.

Once you were settled in you resumed work in the family’s tea shop, your family thankful for the extra help. Soon you saved up enough to get yourself a little home on the edge of the village.

It wasn’t a spectacular abode but it reminded you of the Wind estate you stayed at when you trained under Sanemi. A place you like to think of as home.

Speaking of the devil, the arrival of Shinazugawa Sanemi to your village was a spectacle. He sent whispers and murmurs everywhere he went, the town buzzing with excited chatter and imaginative speculations but to you it fills your belly with fluttering butterflies.

You hadn't seen him for months since the final battle, a battle you hadn’t even had the luxury of sharing with him since you were with Shinobu at the time. Had he changed at all? Would you remind him too much of the past? What if he didn’t want to see you? Had you changed?

All those thoughts gripped at your head as you walked home from the store, groceries tucked tightly under each arm. It’s as you approached your home that you stopped dead in your tracks nearly dropping your bags.

There, standing in front of your door, was Sanemi himself.

He was thanking an old man, a regular of yours at the tea shop, on your front porch.

“Thanks for helping me find the place, old timer.”

“It’s no problem, oh there she is now!” The old man waved you over.

“Welcome home! I bought you a visitor!” The man cupped his hand around his mouth shouting excitedly as you approached.

“I see, it's been a long time Shinazugawa!” You smiled at them.

Sanemi looked different, he had even more scars and was missing fingers on one of his hands. Even though he appeared more battle hardened there was a surprising gentleness to his features now. As if there had been a weight lifted from his shoulders.

“It’s good to see you too.” He replied, surprising you with a soft smile.

“You wouldn’t expect it by looking at him, but Shinazugawa is really good with kids.” The old man, who you both realized was still there, teased. “We found him helping out some of the village kids before he asked for you.”

Face reddening, Sanemi ears tinged pink.

“Shinazugawa-san, you’re blushing! Ah I remember my first love…” the old man trailed off, his expression dreamy despite yours and Sanemi’s vehement protests in the background.

“I’ll leave you to youngsters to it then.” He waved you two off as he turned to leave, you quickly pulled Sanemi inside, cheeks equally as flushed as his own.

You invited him in and ushered him towards the back before the old man could say anything more. The two of you soon found yourselves resting on the engawa outside as you served him and yourself tea and ohagi, attempting to awkwardly catch up with one another.

You can tell he’s tired from his eyes as he spoke, and he has every right to be. The battle was hard fought not without great sacrifice even if it was months ago, Sanemi had a lot of recovering to do still.

The two of you sat in silence for what felt like hours admiring the beautiful scenery around you. More than once you caught Sanemi’s gaze lingering on you but he always caught himself and looked away before you could say anything.

“Forgive my intrusion.” He broke the stifling silence first.

“There’s nothing to forgive, I’m glad you came to visit.”

“I really wanted to see you, I even thought about coming to visit your estate but I figured, after everything….” You paused

Maybe you didn’t want to see me.

“You might have needed some space.” There’s a pause before you continue. “Have you been to see him yet?”

“I visit his grave as often as I can,” Sanemi says with mournful eyes that can’t quite meet yours.

“It’s all my fault… Genya….” His voice sounded watery as he trailed off. “I didn’t want anything to happen to him.”

“Please don’t blame yourself. It wasn’t your fault.”

“It feels like it is. Maybe if I hadn't pushed him away…”

He’d still be here.

If only he had taken his place. Sanemi thought as he swallowed thickly trying but failing to hold back tears.

“We’ve all done things we’re not proud of, we all make mistakes, it’s what makes us human.” You said placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.

How was he supposed to be going about doing this?

All he wanted was to come visit you, see how you were doing, not spill his guts out to you in the courtyard. He never meant for this to happen.

“I can see the love you had for him. I know he saw it too, otherwise he wouldn’t have fought so hard to get your approval when you pushed him away. People have different ways of showing affection." You started, Sanemi remained silent, his eyes fixed on you as you spoke.

"Genya might not have chosen the path you wanted for him, but he was with you all the way until the end and that’s what matters."

"He was a dumbass," he muttered, wiping stray tears from the corners of his eyes.

"He was your brother, and he loved you to pieces. He forgave you even when you couldn’t forgive yourself. I think it’s time you started trying to forgive yourself too." You smiled warmly. “You’re not alone in this sensei. I'm right here with you.”

“Drop that sensei crap. We’re both civilians now, we’re equal.”

“Sorry, old habits.”

A thick silence envelopes you two once again, this time a little less awkward than it was before as a hint of sadness lingers in the air.

“Please allow me to accompany you on your next visit, I’d like to see him too.” You said leaning into his side.

“I think I’d like that.”

It was getting late, the sun was starting to set over the mountains surrounding your village. The two of you had retired inside your home where you offered to make him dinner. Sanemi accepted and the two of you ate peacefully while you reminisced.

After clearing and cleaning up a bit you returned to your engawa where you sat in a comfortable silence just enjoying each other’s company.

Refusing to meet your eyes, Sanemi moved to place one of his hands over yours. The gesture has your heart thumping wildly in your chest, his too. “I very much wish… to see you again.” His words came out as though he was struggling to say them.

“I’d like that too…Sanemi.”

His name falling from your lips makes him stop in his tracks, looking up at you instantly.

“Say it again. My name.” He breathed out, he wanted to say more, but he’s too caught up in the fact that you finally called him by his first name.

“Sanemi.” you said tested it out on your tongue once more, pronouncing each syllable

At that he smoothly bridged the gap between you, pressing his lips softly against yours.

You almost forgot how to breathe. Cradling your face, he reaches his right hand around you and pulls you closer, deepening your kiss, relishing in the feeling of you.

It was then that you knew what was missing all those months ago when you returned home. It was him, he was your home and your village just didn’t feel like it had a place for you without him.

You're the first to pull away from the kiss, lungs not at all what they used to be back when you had to constantly use Total Concentration breathing, resting your forehead against his you stare into his lilac eyes with a shy smile.

“Stay with me tonight Nemi,” you murmur, fingers lightly tracing along his cheek as he hums in contentment. “Let me take care of you.”

Sanemi does not answer you, instead settling to pull off his haori while going in for another kiss, this one a bit rougher.

You admit to yourself right then that the name Sanemi rolls off the tongue so much better than Shinazugawa does.

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blueariel3-blog · 1 year ago

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Pairing: Azriel x Reader

Summary: You attempt to make a welcome home gift for your mate, but it doesn't go as planned.

A/N: This is my first time writing something for ACOTAR, let me know if you like it! Just something sweet and short. I could definitely use this right now :)

Azriel had been gone on a mission for several days across the sea and you were missing him terribly. Every time you caught his faint scent, found a clothing item of his stuffed in the bottom of the laundry basket, or spotted his favorite book lying on the coffee table, your heart ached a little bit more for him. It was hard to be away from your mate but you knew his job was important to keeping your court and family safe.

You glanced at the clock again, noting that it was still relatively early in the night and he wasn't due home until tomorrow afternoon. Needing something to occupy your time, you decided to try some baking. Elain had bought you a cookbook for your birthday a few months prior after you admitted that you didn't have a knack for cooking and struggled to come up with recipes.

You pulled the book from the top shelf of your pantry, lightly dusting it off and laying it on the smooth countertops. You thumbed through the soft pages and noted the little details Elain had written in and smiled at her thoughtfulness. Little notes like "Try this one!" and "Make on a cold winter night!" were scattered throughout the book. She even went as far as starring her favorite recipes.

You found a recipe towards the back of the book for chocolate chip cookies. Despite being a very fit Illyrian male, Azriel had the biggest sweet tooth. He was always eating something sweet or drinking something sugary; you're honestly not sure how his teeth didn't rot out. You smiled to yourself, already feeling how happy he would be to come home to one of his favorite treats.

An hour later, flour littered the countertops along with several different types of sugars, chocolate chips, salts, flour, and butter. The first batch you made was still raw on the inside so you quickly threw them out. The second bath had cooked too long (you were afraid of another raw middle) and were so hard, they didn't even budge as you banged them against the countertops.

The third batch had too much flour and immediately crumbled when you picked it up. After each failed attempt, your irritation grew until you had finally had enough and sent the pan of unedible cookies flying off the counter and towards the front door. It happened to be at that moment that your mate walked through the door.

His brows furrowed as something hit his leg and then crumbled into a heap by his feet, the smell of something burning filling his nostrils. He raised a singular eyebrow as he looked towards you in the kitchen, only to find tears welling up in your eyes that you were desperately trying to keep from falling.

He was quick to drop his weapons and reach for you. His scarred hands were gentle as they grabbed your waist and he slowly pulled your body towards his. He noted the baking ingredients on the counter, the dirty apron covering the front of one of his t-shirts you wore, and the sweat coating your brow and came to one conclusion: you were trying to bake. He fought back a smile as he slowly tucked you into his arms, your forehead resting against his chest.

You breathed in his scent and instantly relaxed. His arms tightened their hold on you and you relaxed further, slinging your arms around his waist and peeking up at him. His nose brushed across your cheek and then across your nose as he rested his brow against yours.

"Hi," you whispered to him. Your cheeks were slightly tinted pink as you rested your chin on his chest to stare into his eyes. He brushed a strand of hair behind your ears and his eyes seemed to melt as he took in the sight of his mate.

"Hi," he whispered back. Your soft giggle warmed his heart and he couldn't stop placing a sweet peck on your lips. "What's going on in here?" His tone was light and playful, afraid of sending you into another meltdown.

You sighed heavily, pulling away to look at all the failed attempts at a welcome home gift scattered throughout the kitchen.

"I was going to make you some cookies to come home to but I couldn't get the recipe right. The first ones were still raw, the next ones were too burnt, and the ones that I accidentally flung at you had crumbled because they had too much flower."

As you recounted the day's activities to Azriel, his smile only grew out of the love he had for you. You felt the warmth through the bond and melted further into his chest. He placed another kiss on your brow before pulling back and going to retrieve the cookie sheet from the doorway.

"Well, let's bake them together." He gave you a soft smile as he dumped your cookies into the trashcan.

"Okay," you smiled as he organized the ingredients on the counter. He carefully read the directions and his shadows would bring you the ingredients one at a time as needed. They tickled your arms and legs as you two stood side by side and you giggled, brushing against them lovingly.

When the batter was done, Azriel helped you carefully scoop each cookie out and place it on the tray. You placed them on the rack in the oven, dusting flour from your fingers as they set to bake for 15 minutes.

Azriel pulled the apron off of you and chucked it behind him as he reached down and scooped you into his arms. You yelped as his hands found your bottom and squeezed playfully.

"What are you doing?" You laughed as he walked further into your house.

"Spending time with my mate," he replied as he settled you both on the couch. He was lying on his back, holding you tightly to his chest. You felt something soft against your skin and looked back to see the shadows placing a blanket on top of you before darting off to the kitchen.

You folded your hands across his chest and then placed your head on top so you could see him properly. He gave you his best grin, the one you only ever got to see. It was reserved just for you.

"Sorry I didn't have them ready before you got home. I thought you wouldn't be home until tomorrow." He brushed the hair away from your face as he flooded the bond with warmth once again.

"It's quite alright. It was the thought that counts. Besides, I like baking with you."

"Oh, do you now?" You grinned and tilted your head, watching as a smirk pulled at his lips. "And why's that?"

He quickly leaned up to capture your lips in a sweet kiss.

"Because that means I get 15 minutes with you, uninterrupted, while we wait for them to bake."

He wiggled his eyebrows and you burst out laughing. He gently gripped your arms and flipped you so he was hovering above you. He placed a kiss on your cheek, then your other one, then your forehead, nose, chin, neck, and finally on your lips.

You sighed as you melted into him, arms coming to wrap around his neck. You had been thinking about doing this since he left for his mission last week. His hair was soft as you carded your fingers through it, lips firm and accepting as he poured his love into you.

Azriel laid his head on your chest, listening to your heartbeat as you softly brushed through his hair. His shadows whispered that there were only a few more minutes until the cookies were done, but there was enough dough for at least 4 more batches.

He smiled and sent them back to watch the cookies. His hands squeezed your sides lovingly as he closed his eyes and basked in the feeling of finally being able to return home.

#azriel #acotar #azriel x reader #azriel x you #azriel shadowsinger #azriel fluff #azriel acotar #a court of thorns and roses #acotar imagine #azriel imagine

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pinievsev · 1 year ago

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FEAR

(as always requests are open and masterlist is pinned)

Pyeon sang-wook x GN! reader

Warnings: mentions of blood and wounds, mentions of death, a tiny kiss at the end.

Notes: thanks to my pooks @il-i-sam for helping me edit this, I wrote this at school and it was really rushed and had grammatical mistakes! You're amazing MWAH MWAH MWAH!

Pyeon sang-wook was always a man of few words and actions. He always believed relationships to be unimportant. Especially now.

Sometimes, he didn't want friendships either. He liked being alone, at least most of the time.

There had been times when he'd thought of getting up and joining the others during "dinner" but he was afraid. Afraid of what they saw him as. A monster, a murderer.

So even if he actually wanted a friendship (or more), he didn't have anywhere to start. Well, that's not entirely true. But again, he was afraid. Of what? He wasn't sure either.

But he knew that you'd be his starting point. Though he didn't know how long he had, since he never showed any signs of accepting your silent invitation to a friendship. You'd been there for him since he joined the group, everyone was afraid of him, made remarks about his scars.

But you didn't. You never said anything bad about him, he even heard you defend him once. You'd defended him multiple times. He just happened to have heard you once.

"Oh my god... I can't stand seeing his face. It looks so scary... Who knows what it's from?" The lady with the dog had said.

He'd heard her, but just as he was about to get up and leave, he heard you too.

"With all due respect. You don't know what it's from. And you shouldn't judge. You're a full grown adult woman. And yet you still make assumptions based on someone's appearance." It was what you had said to her.

He left after hearing that. A small smile formed on his face, which he forced down after realising.

Right now it was dinner time, he had stopped eating with everyone a while ago. He didn't mind not eating, but you did. You'd always get him a plate and find him, wherever he was.

He was sitting in the grave room, staring at the ground, when you walked in. You walked over and kneeled down in front of him, handing him his food. You had learned not to try to start a conversation, he wasn't much of a talker. You noticed.

You sat by him, leaving enough space for him to be comfortable. And started to eat.

Imagine your surprise when you heard his voice. Directed towards you. "Why don't you hate me? Like everyone else. I don't need pity."

You shook your head and moved closer. "I don't pity you. I know you can handle yourself. I just cannot stand seeing people be treated in a way they don't deserve. And you don't deserve to be seen as a scary murderer. Even if you don't think that."

He raised a brow at your words, still not looking at you. "I murdered someone. With a hammer right in front of you." He pointed out the obvious.

You turned fully towards him, placing your food down and sitting crisscross. "Most people here are scared of you because they believe the man you killed was innocent."

Now interested in where this was going, he turned his upper body to face you. "And you don't?" He questioned.

"I've lived here since I was little. I remember when he moved in, when my mum sent me to bring him a cake as a welcome gift, and when I found his door open and walked inside that room..." You hoped he'd understand; you hoped he'd seen the room, and you didn't have to explain.

And based on his reaction, he did. His eyes widened—the most obvious showcase of emotions you've ever seen from him.

"I've never run out of a room faster in my life." You chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. But he just shook his head.

He was glad someone understood him. You stood up. Stretching. "You should eat." You pointed out before going towards the door, but before you exited, you turned back. "Oh, and if you ever need anyone to talk to, it shouldn't be too hard to find me."

About a week passed, and he did talk to you almost every day. Even though they were just general chats, it felt good for him to be able to talk freely to someone again.

Right now, you sat there, talking about what you did before this whole ordeal.

Well, more like him hearing you talk. But he didn't mind; he loved listening to your stories.

But your talking was cut short by a terrible screech coming from the hall, accompanied by Su Yeong's screaming.

Immediately, you stood up and rushed over, seeing Mr. Han shooting at the spider like monster that was chasing the young girl. You rushed and picked her up. "Come on!"

You shouted to Mr. Han, who followed you as fast as he could in his wheelchair.

You ran down a ramp, but Mr. Han's wheelchair got stuck, and he fell off of it. You placed Su-Yeong down and told her to go into the room where you previously were with Sang-Wook.

She wanted to help Mr. Han, but you assured her that you'd help him, and she rushed off into the room. You heard her crying to Sang-Wook. Asking for his help.

You spun around on your heel and bent down, helping Mr. Han back into his wheelchair. You ushered him inside the room as well. As soon as he entered the room, the monster quickly jumped on you, stabbing one of its legs into your torso.

You screamed out in pain, but you fought back as much as you could. But the pain was unbearable. You were about to pass out, and the last thing you saw was Cha Hyun-Soo coming to your rescue, and you heard Su-Yeong screaming, everyone else gasping, and Sang-Wook calling out to you. Then it all went black.

Once you regained consciousness, you saw Yu-ri sitting next to you, patching you up.

"Oh, you're up. How are you feeling?" She asked as she finished up her work on your wound.

"Could be better. What happened?" She patted your shoulder, told you about how Hyun-Soo had killed the monster, and assured you that everyone was safe.

You let out a sigh of relief, closing your eyes for a moment before opening them again. But you were met with a different face.

Sang-wook was sitting in Yu-ri's place, and you heard the door close. He looked genuinely worried, which made you smile and sit up. With his help, you managed to rest your back on the wall behind you.

"What were you thinking, huh? You could've died." He didn't sound angry at all. You simply placed a hand on his arm and answered.

"I could have, yes. But I would've been fine with it as long as Su-Yeong and Mr. Han didn't." He groaned at your response and sat next to you on the makeshift bed. Placing his hands on either side of you.

"You might have been okay with it. But I wouldn't." You went to speak, but he hushed you. "Listen to me. Never do something that stupid again."

You smirked and leaned closer. "And why do you care?" He scowled at you slightly. And without a verbal answer, he placed his lips on yours.

You were taken aback; you didn't expect it at all. But you weren't complaining. You've been spending a lot of time together. You would be lying if you said you hadn't developed some kind of feeling for the man.

"Is that a good enough reason for me to care?" He asked. He didn't have his usual cold and emotionless demeanour this time. He looked genuinely concerned, worried, and happy at the same time.

"It is." You said, and hugged the man.

This was an outcome you wouldn't have expected at all. Not the bad kind, though.

#sweet home netflix #pyeon sangwook x reader #pyeon sang wook #sang wook x reader #sweet home imagines #sweet home x reader #sweet home

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stargirlinterludefr · 7 months ago

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RIPTIDE: Rafe Cameron x Pogue!gf

POV: You and Rafe go for a late night swim (partially inspired by Percabeth!)

TW: slight sexual remark, mentions of drug usage (weed)

0.7k word count

Both you and Rafe are lounging on his bed at Tannyhill, the sun having set hours ago as you both aimlessly scrolled on your phones his head on your lap as you mindlessly scratched at his scalp.

After another minute, you huff and drop your phone onto the bed not caring as it bounces from the bed and to the floor making Rafe pause his scrolling as he asks, “Everything okay, baby?”

“I’m bored.” You point out, despite having already been surfing earlier in the day with JJ, Kiara and Pope alongside going for an ice cream with Rafe you found yourself entirely bored.

Rafe chuckles softly as he turns his body so he can look up at you, “And what is it you want to do at like….“ He starts, briefly checking the time on his phone “Twelve in the morning?”

You quirk a brow, “Aww why? Is it too late for you, pretty boy?” You tease making Rafe pinch your side as he tilts his head to assess what you actually want to do.

“Why don’t we go for a swim?” You suggest, eyes bright at the idea of a late night swim, a frequent occurrence you, JJ and John B took up in the third grade when you’d first became friends. But with you and your friends being exceedingly busy working at the minute, you hadn’t had the chance to in a while.

Rafe looks confused at the idea, “It’s a bit late for a swim, baby.”

You raise a brow as you let out a sarcastic scoff, “It’s never too late for a swim… come on, you live in OBX, you telling me you’ve never been for a late night swim?”

“I mean…yeah, but in a pool.” Rafe responds, watching as you smile slowly.

“But never in the ocean huh?”

The beach is empty and desolate, as it usually is on figure eight at this time but you wouldn’t doubt that on your side of the island there were a few people chilling on the shores.

“You telling me you used to do this like all the time?” Rafe asks, his mind clearly whirring at how unsafe it could’ve been in the ocean at night especially on the south side of the Outer Banks.

You laugh slightly as you strip down to your bikini, “It’s fun, one time me, JJ and Kie went in high and well…” You turn your back to him, pointing down to your ass to the crescent shaped scar that resided making Rafe’s brows furrow as he comes over and assesses it more sincerely than he ever had before.

“What the fuck? I thought you’d gotten that as a kid or something.” Rafe says, snorting out a laugh at the peculiarly shaped scar making you turn your head and smirk at him, a playful glint your eyes.

“Last one to the ocean gets no head for a week!” You shout before beginning a sprint toward the moonlit sea, Rafe shouting out “Unfair!” in protest behind you as you smile widely pushing your body to run as fast as it can, immensely aware of Rafe beginning his own sprint through the sand.

You reach the water first, due to your “unfair”head start. Not that you’d live up to the wager you’d spouted out but you’d give it a try.

As you splash into the sea, strong arms wrap around your middle making you squeal and twist in Rafe’s arms to attempt to escape as he plunges you both under the water.

After a moment, the two of you resurface, your now wet hair clinging to your face as you glare playfully at Rafe who stares adoringly at you under the moonlight.

“When i said fun, I didn’t mean dunking-“ you began but were interrupted by the feeling of Rafe’s lips on yours, his hands looping around your waist as you grin into the kiss.

As you kiss, you take the upper hand and push both Rafe and yourself under the water, the Cameron boy letting out a loud groan before you fall into the waves.

Before you can resurface above the water, Rafe eagerly pulls you back to him, latching your lips to his once more and well….

It was pretty much the best underwater kiss of all time.

#rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x pogue!reader #rafe cameron #rafe obx #rafe outer banks #rafe x reader #rafe x you #outerbanks rafe #rafe imagine #rafe fic #fluff #no smut #no angst #outer banks #outer banks pogues #Spotify

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tzuchuyu · 5 months ago

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hair dye.

short dabi fic! 💌 fluff, sfw, and black hair dye basically

To be loved is to let his hairdye stain your shirt.

♠️. ୭ ˚.⁺⊹ .ᐟֶָ ⋆

It’s not every day that you see Dabi, the all too known infamous villain, sitting on your bathroom counter along with his cheap hair dye that he probably acquired by “borrowing” from a random supermarket down the street.

Faint music plays from the living room.

It isn’t really known to everyone that Dabi isn’t a raven head. However, you’ve seen it all before. How he left a supposed nursery into ashes and was left to the streets. You soon learned that the man you saw with those unique burns was Dabi—Touya. You met Touya. You hear him say that he was not looking for friends, “I don’t need your help or your pity.”

But you didn’t see him like that.

and he laughed.

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The look on your face was a mix of emotions when you see him stumble across your door. It was years later when you’ve seen the boy again.

He presented himself as Dabi.

You don’t remember his scars looking this bad. His hair is new, but his face remains stoic as ever. The look on his eyes isn’t as soft as before. You reckon how his demeanor was more soft, as both of you were children back then.

He was sixteen yet he was also thirteen.

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Dabi would swing by often— encounters like this aren’t uncommon.

You’d come home to less papers on the coffee table and your bedsheets are made after you’ve left them unkept due to running with time.

You don’t expect much but still, it’s the things like these that matters.

Only time could tell what would blossom between the two of you. He was blunt, but he can’t escape what makes his stomach turn in a way nothing and no one else can.

_____

With everybody watching, he hopes he’s trying his best to keep you away from everything, from the horror of it all.

For the first time, Dabi finds the only one he’s certain with all the uncertainties.

He stares at you from the mirror he’s facing. Holding up a brush in his right hand and parting the overgrown roots of his white hair.

“You can’t keep dying your shit forever, you know.” leaves your lips as he’s raising one brow at you.

After a pause, “Well, of course. I don’t want to suffer forever.” follows.

You come up to him to check if he has covered all of his hair behind.

“What do you think?” says Dabi.

“It isn’t half-assed.. but I still think you look better with white.”

Dabi rolls his eyes before saying “Pfft, what are you? A man who imagines his girlfriend walking through the aisle?”

You show off a smile.

Sometimes, he would tell you stories about how the dye rolls down his neck when it hits contact with rain.

and sometimes, he tells you how his group was getting kinda irritated at him because he keeps dripping the black dye everywhere.

He swears he washes it thoroughly, though.

You would believe it if it wasn’t for the random stains you would find in your small apartment.

How the bathroom countertop is stained with black ink. How the color of his hair would leave stains in towels, clothes, and even pillows. Where you could find smudges in your cabinets and tables from the stains in his hands —

And how you’re laughing with him and he has the urge to pull you closer, never minding the dripping dye that sits on his hair.

If it was anyone, they would probably get mad for the mess he’s making.

But this is you. It’s you who he kisses and leaves a black smudge on your cheeks that came from his palm. It’s your t-shirt he accidentally holds and stains. It’s your smile that he sees after pulling back. It’s your laugh he hears after you notices what he’s done.

“Shit. I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

“Hey, It’s okay, It’s okay. I don’t mind, Touya.”

This apartment screams his name. And you wouldn’t trade that for anything.

To be loved is to let his hairdye stain your shirt. Each smudge is a fragment and mark of the moments you’ve shared. You wouldn’t mind having faint black dye in your home if it isn’t Touya the reason for this chaos.

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ᯓᡣ𐭩 i don’t know honestly, but i saw this prompt from tiktok and i haven’t stopped thinking about it since + it suits touya 🤫

#Dabi #Dabi mha #Touya #touya todoroki #x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #dabi x reader

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shunsuiken · 2 years ago

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A LITTLE SECRET | SAGAU

synopsis. you, the divine creator of teyvat, discover one day that your blood can heal.

tags. gn!reader + hurt/comfort + fluff + you bring childe and kazuha into a domain (xiangling and bennett are honorary mentions) + reader wants ragbros to reconcile + zhongli and ayato are sparring partners + itto gets hurt but don’t worry we heal him + gorou is still traumatised after the war between the shogunate army & the sangonomiya resistance so pls understand his reaction here + reader thinks everyones gonna be mad at them but thats not true + they tease you in the end and its all adorable <3 hehe

warnings. mentions of blood (obviously), self-harm (??? because reader cuts their wrist to obtain the blood), if i missed anything pls lmk !!

wc. 2.6k

an. incredible how brainrot makes you write things so quickly. i only just indulged myself into sagau’s literally a week ago and now this is here 😀

“now wasn’t that quite the fight!” childe wipes sweat off his forehead with his sleeve, letting his bow dematerialise in the air as he strides into the estate in your abode.

“you were rather ruthless out there, i must say.” kazuha removes his bandages and replaces them with a clean roll in a cupboard. “their grace looked concerned when that cryo abyss mage shot a cryo thorn at you.”

“true but these scars will heal like they were never even there!” sometimes kazuha wonders if the fatui harbinger feels any pain, he must, he thinks, but is most likely good at hiding it.

“would you like to bandage that at least?”

“hm, i could but-”

“kazuha! ajax!” you call with your sweet voice from the kitchen and all the men’s heads in the living room whip around in the direction of your voice. speaking of you… they haven’t seen you since you and your party left the domain.

“yes, your grace?” childe replies, a light blush appearing on his face upon the use of his real name.

kazuha smiles lightly behind him, greeting you as you enter the living room. “your grace.”

“here are your vitamins, you two!” you bring two cups of a mysteriously transparent liquid to them. “i’ve already given these to xiangling and bennett and now it's your turns!”

“oh, it’s this drink again.” childe raises his brows. “you gave it to us last time as well, your grace.”

you hum in agreement, “i did.”

kazuha inspects the liquid after taking it from your precious hands. “the ingredients for this healing mixture must be incredibly difficult to find since it heals wounds so quickly.” he then drinks it up with childe, both men handing the cups back to you in a respectable fashion.

kazuha is right about that. the ingredients for this drink are definitely difficult to find.

but that is because the drink was your blood. your golden blood to be precise. when you descended as the creator of teyvat, you were naturally bestowed with this condition to discern your immortal body from others.

funnily enough, it was all due to you scraping your palm against a rough rock that you discovered the hidden properties of your blood (and its rich golden colour). it was weird in the beginning, and you made sure to guarantee how highly your blood’s healing properties were before offering it to the men who joined you in domains and open-world fights. so you only declared its potential after flinging yourself through multiple enemies.

so far you’ve managed to hide this fact from the men since you found out. after learning some illusory spells that can’t be detected by the naked eye, you were able to successfully heal your men after feeding them your blood—referring to it as “vitamins”.

“your grace, what’s the secret recipe behind this amazing drink? maybe i could learn it to help you if any more of us get hurt.” you feel bad, thoma looks like he has stars in his eyes but you obviously can’t tell him how the drink is made. you can already imagine it. he’d panic and go all red in the face. although a cute sight, you don’t want him to worry about you since he and the rest have done so much to smoothen your descent into teyvat.

you also notice the expectant eyes of the other men who are behind him, either idly standing by or are on the couch relaxing.

“oh thoma, there is a reason why it’s a secret.” you wink at him, extending your index finger to your lips. you end up laughing at the housekeeper when the red on his face makes it up to his ears, a sheepish look on his face for asking such a question with an obvious answer.

“my apologies, your grace. i didn’t mean to pry.” the pyro user scratches the back of his head while ayato, who sips on his boba milk tea, pats his back sympathetically.

“don’t apologise, dearest, it is natural you all are curious.” you meet eyes with everyone in the room, hoping your words can convince them. “but don’t fret, this is just a way of me giving my thanks to all your preparations when i arrived here.”

“your grace is too kind.” kazuha smiles. “therefore we shall accept your offerings wholeheartedly.”

you’re praying (to who knows what, you’re literally the most powerful being on teyvat) that the boys can forgive you if they ever found out. but you have a sinking feeling that they’ll all feel betrayed instead because they wouldn’t ever want you to hurt yourself to heal them. just thinking about it makes your heart break. so you quickly shove those worries away, as long as the boys stay safe then it is worth the minuscule second of pain.

you’re reading a book next to kaeya while he completes paperwork. he decided to do his work outside the confines of the wooden walls so he could get some fresh air instead (news flash: he actually just wants to be in your presence). after a while, diluc comes along with a glass of grape juice in his hands. he greets you and stares at his brother. “kaeya,” he greets before sitting down opposite of him.

kaeya raises his head, giving him a nod of acknowledgement. “diluc.”

you twitch your eye at the dry interaction in front of you. perhaps you should add this to your list of things to accomplish, to help these two estranged brothers and connect them once again. no doubt would the two be happier. obviously they will need as much time as possible to settle things. and you are willing to give them exactly that. time. you sigh underneath your breath, listening to the distant cling and clangs of a polearm and a sword.

hm, perhaps they’re sparring? you remove your gaze from your book to the two figures in the distance. ah, it seems to be zhongli and ayato. now that is an interesting pairing. however, your moment of peace is interrupted by panicked shouts for help at the front door. you exchange alarmed looks with the two brothers in front of you, getting up quickly from your seats to attend to the shouts that are coming from… you believe, gorou.

your face pales at the sight in front of you, there is a large gash right across itto’s stomach, blood pooling out of him like a flowing river. immediately you kneel down to his figure supported by gorou, who is startled by the entire situation as he relays what happened.

“we were looking for onikabuto but itto’s wind glider broke and he fell through the trees in chinju forest!” gorou’s tail is raised high up in alarm, ears stiff and skin running cold at the sight of his comrade in this state. it brings him too many memories. too many unfortunate ones that make his hands shake.

you hold onto his hand tightly, returning him to the present so he doesn’t focus on what he saw behind the look in his eyes anymore. he raises his head to meet your gaze. your gaze that does not falter, your gaze that urges him: trust me.

gorou does, giving you some space to heal itto with your abilities. it then dawns on gorou that he’s never seen you heal anybody with your abilities. and when you did heal people, it was with that liquid you would bring to them.

the men who are on site look at you with anticipation because they’ll finally get to see how you prepare that healing concoction. but they’re also exchanging gazes at each other in concern for itto. the oni groans in pain, clutching onto the gushing wound. you have no time to waste. materialising his claymore, you quickly slash your skin against the sharp edge as your blood spills onto itto’s wound.

you hear various reactions. cries of shock, quiet gasps, and protests that plead you to stop your actions.

“y- your grace?!” gorou gasps, brows creasing in bewilderment while his hands hover awkwardly in front of him, unsure of what to do next.

“so that’s why they never told us how the ‘vitamins’ were made,” the wanderer mutters but everybody hears him clearly.

the men are smart enough to put two and two together. seeing your divine blood trickle down your arm onto itto’s wound that healed the second it made contact with your blood threw them all into a speechless stupor. they weren’t even expecting the liquid to be such a dazzling colour that would reflect the light of the afternoon sun.

when the wound heals completely, you wipe the remaining streaks of itto’s blood off using your sleeves. and magically, your slashed skin is healed too. you reach for itto’s cheek, caressing him. “you are alright, my dear. you can open your eyes now.”

itto responds with a tired whine.

zhongli takes a step forward, kneeling down to meet your height to gently hold your forearm, his thumb running over the skin that was ripped open just a second ago. “so i’m assuming this is the secret recipe to the vitamins?”

you can’t lie to the boys anymore now that they’ve seen it all so you nod your head, admitting the truth. “yes, it is.” you don’t dare meet zhongli’s amber gaze, which is why you don’t notice the glint of worry he looks at you with. instead, you jump to conclusions and think that he’s disappointed in you. they probably all are, you convince yourself.

“gorou, let’s carry him inside.”

the men collectively jolt in alarm, they can’t possibly let you carry the oni into the estate. even if they saw your arm heal itself, you’re still their creator! they can’t just let you perform physical tasks like that when they’re available. so heizou and tighnari take it upon themselves to help the general carry him inside and onto the couches.

while the others are distracted you quietly retreat to the kitchen to make an escape through the back door but the second you turn on your heel, your face is met by somebody’s chest.

“you didn’t think what we saw would go unspoken, did you?” just your luck, it’s alhaitham. you’re definitely not getting out of this one.

you avert your gaze to the very interesting stove behind him, grimacing. “i was just about to grab some food for itto,” you lie through your teeth.

cyno suddenly appears beside alhaitham, crossing his arms. “we know you’re concerned for itto but the oni has a strong spirit. he’ll be fine.” he tilts his head. “however, i believe we deserve an explanation.”

the grip you have on your cloak tightens, staring at cyno as your heart thumps like its right beside your ears. “uh,” you begin, turning around to see that all their attention has fallen onto you, including itto who peeks over the spine of the couch.

“o- okay, well, initially i wanted to say something about it however, i’m also aware of how protective you all can be towards me and i realised if i did tell you all, then i wouldn’t be able to heal all of you quick enough after battling domains and open-world fights,” you trail off, continuing in softer voice, “i’m not doubting any of your abilities—i’m just concerned and mean well because majority of you are mortals. and mortals get hurt more easily than those of the adepti and other immortal beings—even when you wield a vision.” you sigh, shamefaced. “it appears my plan has turned on me, very well, if any of you believe i’m deserving of a punishment then i shall gladly-”

“woah woah woah, who said anything about a punishment, your grace?” although heizou would have preferred you to finish your sentence, he can barely get through the first few words. you clearly made your statement and proved your points. there is no need for punishment when you have already proven yourself.

“your grace, you are too kind for your own good!” venti shakes his head fondly. “you were only looking out for us in the first place, what position are we in to complain? you’ve also revealed your condition so i think we’re all even.”

you nod your head hesitantly, a tense atmosphere radiating off of you. “i just don’t like seeing any of you injured so terribly. it’s too much for me to bear.”

it’s silent for a while. everyone’s thinking of words to say. their creator doesn’t normally express their emotions so when they do, it renders even the best of linguists in the room silent.

itto groans, turning his head animatedly towards everyone. “jeez! you guys are acting like somebody just died!” the oni cannot stand the intense silence, it makes his body jittery and he has to say something to break it. he taps his finger on his temple, shaking his head dramatically. “your grace is the only one who can get these serious people quiet like this!”

aether raises a brow at the oni, folding his arms. “looks like you’re all better, aren’t you?”

itto’s eyes return to your figure. you feel like a spotlight is shining on you from the bright expression on his face as he rambles, “and that’s because their grace is super amazing, super cool, super smart and super-”

“i think their grace understands.” the wanderer interrupts him before looking at you. “you should tell us how you discovered your condition, we’ll be all ears.”

you’re caught off guard, lowering your gaze to the floor again as your face heats up. “u- uh.”

“you don’t have to tell us if you don’t want to.” xiao reminds you.

however, the men in the room have keen eyes and notice the change in your expression. how is it that the memory of discovering your condition made you react like this? now that makes them all wonder…

“ooh your expression changed your grace, was it perhaps an embarrassing memory?” kaeya teases, squinting his eye.

you fold your arms, feigning ignorance but your shaky gaze does nothing to defend you. “it was nothing of the sort.”

“oh really?” tighnari presses on. you’re sweating now.

“their grace must have been experimenting.” ayato defends you suavely but a glint of mischief shines in his lavender stare. “a little slip and slide of a few sharp objects is inevitable, no?”

“correct.” albedo nods his head, holding his chin with his thumb and a curled index finger. “however, since their grace can heal themself now, the discovery must have been… an accident?” he tilts his head, eyelids falling lower as he gives you the look you’ve seen on his face countless of times when he teases you.

your face boils like a kettle, you swear there’s steam coming out of your ears too. you snap your head away from their cheeky expressions. “you all are too much.” you huff, turning on your heel, because you somehow believe you can successfully leave the room when they all are eager to tease you like this.

“uh-uh, your grace!” venti blocks you from leaving through the back door. “after such a long day, don’t you think we’re worthy of your affection?”

you blink owlishly at the bard. “you all always are.”

venti coos at your words and the others can’t help but react similarly.

you sigh like an exhausted parent before pulling on a smile always reserved for them. “then how about you all join me on the couch while i tell you about my life in the other world?”

the men are quick to guide you to your seat in the middle of the couch. aether shushes itto because he started yelling in excitement, the wanderer and xiao have a glaring contest in order to sit beside you (somehow alhaitham and cyno are doing the exact same thing on the other side), kaeya and thoma prepare drinks and snacks for everyone and the rest make peace with the seats they’re sat at. as long as you are in their view, not a single complaint leaves their lips.

#genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin sagau #genshin impact sagau #self aware genshin impact #sagau x reader

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The Baby Project Chapter 7

Summary: All because your back was turned. tw: angst, lost kid, brief assault, panic, idk what else

Yona leads you back to her office after your cry fest. You don’t dare look anyone in the eye. It’s embarrassing enough that Sakura saw you freak out and to face these random people who saw you cry in the foyer would be too much right now. Inside, you inform her of what’s going on.

“We figured it was because of his past.”

You shake your head no. “Not just that. It was everything. I broke the scholarship’s rules.”

“And they brought up Kenji.”

“Kaibara brought that up. How does he even know that?” Yona stretches and rubs her ear. “The brat gave Noa to him. That is the only time they interacted.”

You shake your head. “No, no. He dug deep into Ken and used it against me. Kaibara would’ve had to at least know his name. I never talked about you guys!” Did you? It was months ago and so much has happened in that short time frame.

Yona sucks on her teeth. “Do you think he may have been watching? I don’t know what he looks like. He could’ve come in and heard Ken’s name in passing. He’s a hero,” She sighs and sits on the corner of her desk. “They’re smart. It wouldn’t take him long to figure it out.”

You are silent and take that possibility in. It’s strange and frightening to think he had been watching you all because of twenty bucks. Yona clears her throat. “Pretty, we understand what happened and welcome you back to work but I think you should talk to Ken.”

“Is he mad?”

“Not at you. I think you might be mad at him.”

You straighten up. You didn’t reflect on what you felt towards Ken individually. You knew you would miss him and Yona terribly, but not if you were mad at Kenji. Now that you think about it, only one answer comes to mind. “I’m not mad at Ken.”

Her eyes soften and her ladybug wings settle against her back. “Then go tell him that. He’s been walking around here like a kicked dog.” -

“Ken?” He turns his head a little to see you. Never have you been afraid of Ken. You didn’t judge him for his past since it’s none of your business. Besides, he doesn’t do it anymore. So, why bother him about it? Despite what Kaibara and U.A. say, you don’t let that darkness that festered inside him stop you from loving him. Especially since he hasn’t done it since he paid his dues. To you, he's Ken.

He looks the same since last you saw him. His hair is still in need of a haircut. You run into his arms and squeeze him tight.

“How’ve you been, bub?” As you squeeze him, his back cracks. Ken groans and answers, “I’ve been better, sugar.”

You have so much to catch up on with him and Yona, the customers, the latest gossip on the streets. You want to brag about your grades and Noa, about Izuku even though he’s in the dog house. First, you need to reassure the cook so he doesn’t poison you.

You separate from him and look down. Even though you didn’t have anything to do with U.A.’s decision, you can’t help but feel guilty and complicit. “Ken, I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

You suck on your lips and put your hands behind your back. “I didn’t fight hard enough for you. I should’ve defended you more and at least called after I quit.”

He rubs your head. “No apologies needed, kid. It’s not your fault, it’s theirs.”

His pardon puts a big smile on your face. You bounce up and down. “I’m working here again!”

Ken raises his brow. “Yeah? What’d you do, blow up the school and make them cave?”

“No! As long as I’m listed as a volunteer, I’m good.”

“Guess we’ll just have to make people tip.” He swats a towel on your head. “Now shut up and get over here. Cut the onions, I hate doing it.”

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Now that the stress of your finances has been slightly lightened, there is another problem that needs attention. It’s hard to ignore that Noa is starting to have a hitting problem. Recently, he smacked Hana across the face with his toy truck resulting in a scar. You couldn’t apologize enough for it. Ema got over it and understood because Hana's going through the same thing. Kirishima, on the other hand, is still pretty pissed. Since he is Ema’s problem, you’ll leave that to her even though their relationship is still on the rocks.

You don’t really know what to do other than scold Noa for it and put him in time out which isn’t really working. Yona’s advice to have him channel it into something productive is a fine suggestion, but what? He colors already and plays with everyone he comes in contact with, what else? You already make crafts with him, read, and even have him study with you. Noa is two years old. All of this stuff should be gaining his attention.

You write this in your report. The thick pamphlet that is soon to be filled out seems to have more negatives than positives. You sigh and look at his little shelf of books. Lately, all the kids’ books you have aren’t working. He seems more partial to the things you’re reading than anything. Especially The Great Love Story. Although it is a good read, it’s getting tiring. Is it possible that the daring fight with the dragon is affecting him?

Noa pops up from the bed and walks over to you. “Hey, mini man. Did I wake you?” He nods and has a deep frown. You pick him up and place his head on your shoulder, slightly rocking back and forth. “What do I do with you? What should we do to make you stop hitting and getting into stuff? C’mon, what do you like?”

His eyes light up and says with a groggy voice, “Food.”

“Like the cake for Papa?” It still stings mentioning him but he is Noa’s dad and is a part of his life.

Noa nods enthusiastically. Now that you have a spark of relief and happiness, you list foods that the two of you can cook. You take out a notebook and put on the lists he agrees with. Right now, money is a little tight, so you’ll just have to hold him over with smaller and cheaper recipes until you can work your way up with your new chef.

It's strange. You hug Noa with genuine happiness when you see how excited he is.

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Ema rubs her eyes when you enter the classroom with Noa who is wearing his Deku hoodie. He was adamant about matching his Papa. With his hand in yours, you gain the attention of others. “What?”

“He’s tall!” Riko puts her hands on her hips. “I saw you last night and he wasn’t this tall.”

You shrug your shoulders. “He grew?”

The door opens behind you. Snipe looks down at Noa. “I heard you from the outside. I have to say, I think you’re right.” He squats and asks, “Can I see your tummy?” Noa shakes your hand and points. You hum and lift his hoodie. On it is a new number.

“Three years old!” You exclaim. It isn’t that you didn’t notice his growth or care. It’s just news because how in the hell were you able to pull that off? It can’t be something as small as cooking.

“Congratulations to (Y/n) and Noa. The first to reach three years old.” Snipe claps and laughs. You beat Ema of all people? She’s like the golden standard of this project. How in the hell did you beat her?

Noa cheers his own name, making you roll your eyes. This kid has yet to call you mom.

Snipe walks to the podium. The class is silent and waits for him to start the session. Everyone has their kids today and most of them are well behaved. Snipe rubs his face under his mask. “Now, about the caregiver situation-”

“What about-” You start to say. Snipe smacks the podium lightly. “(Y/n)! Enough.”

You raise your hand. He sighs and calls your name. “The caregiver? And-”

“One question at a time for you. The caregiver is one of the students in the support course who,” He looks around and sees all of the kids’ faces. “Um, help Mei Hatsume with the assignment. She’ll take care of them during class.”

You raise your hand again. Snipe groans. “Anyone besides her?”

“The gall…” You mutter. Riko looks at you and then raises her hand. “Now that general studies are starting to be taken seriously, does the class get the same benefits they do?”

Attagirl.

Snipe puts his hand on his hips and stares at you. “I didn’t say it!”

“No, but you put her up to it. Riko, the differences in the curriculum between you and the third year hero course are drastic. So what is allowed with them is strictly because of that. Nothing else.”

How in the hell did he come to the conclusion that you made her do it? You can't control her mind. You may tell people what to do but you don't control them.

You raise your hand again. He glances at you and simply says, “No. Now let’s start class.”

He did nothing but create excuses for them. Of course, he did.

Right as you are writing down important notes, in the corner of your eye, you see Noa raise his hand. This should've been expected since he is creating this habit. Alas, you and everyone else didn't realize how far it would go until Noa screams and hits everything. You try to calm him down with things he normally likes. Drawing, his ‘homework’, books and toys, all of it. You grab his offending arm before it swings again, “Listen, boy, you’re young so you don't have survival instincts yet,” He blows a raspberry in your face then stops as quick as he started. “Trust, I will tear your ass up in the middle of this class.”

Snipe begins to scold you. “Hush!” You point to Snipe then turn back to Noa who’s pouting. “Noa, this behavior is over, ‘kay? We’re not doing this. My sous chef can't act like a fool. I will not have a fool for a cook. Act right, wait, and color Mommy a pretty picture so I can put it on the wall over there.”

Snipe puts his hand on his hip. “You cannot pin something on the wall-” Snipe begins to growl at your disregard.

“Bet. Noa, you will behave. If you want to sit on my lap and help, that’s fine. If you want to dance and mind your business, go ahead since it won't hurt anyone.”

He looks like he understands for a second until he looks up defiantly and throws what he believes is a trump card. “I’ll tell Papa-”

“And I will beat his ass too. Papa is victim number one. With a switch and everything because I don’t give a damn. You are going to say sorry, and you will behave."

Everyone remains silent as he apologizes to Akane, his victim. Akane coos over how polite he is and how clear he speaks. Kobeni calls Noa’s name and he wanders to the back of the class to play. Snipe points to you and says, “That is what you don’t do. Threatening is not allowed.”

“Neither is abandoning kids to villains yet here we are.”

“Child-”

“Man.”

Noa bounces up and down, excited that he's running around. Snipe points to the door. “Hallway.”

The hero's foolery must stop.

You get Noa and head to the hallway. “This wouldn’t happen if we had a caregiver.”

In the hallway, Noa tries to do a cartwheel and lands on his face. You suck in your lips so you don’t cackle. Even though you don’t mind what he’s doing right now, you still have to talk to him.

“Noa, I’m going to need you to calm down when we’re in class.”

“Your class!” He makes a point. “I’m bored!”

It’s understandable. You even struggle with it. Unfortunately, it’s something you have to sit through. As a three year old, it must be harder. “I understand Noa, believe me, I do. But baby,” You sit down. “When we’re in class, I need you to be as calm as you can.”

“I’m trying.” He nuzzles in your hand that is gently cupping his chubby cheek.

You give him a kiss. “I know, baby. I also know that you won’t hit anymore, so thank you for that.”

“Trying!” He groans and stomps his foot. You rub his arms and sigh. You know he is. And you also know that the hitting is over. It will be nearly impossible to get him to calm down, though. And everyone else’s kids are active in class, just not as disruptive as he is. It's gotten worse over time.

“I was like you, too. So, I get it! I’m trying as well.” You kiss his forehead. “How about we try together, partner? I’ll bring more of your things and ask to be moved to the back, eh?”

“You’re out here again?” You jump when a voice interrupts you and Noa’s moment. It’s him. Shouto Todoroki walks into the hallway. His dual colored eyes observe both you and Noa. Around the start of this, you felt an intense anger towards him and his whole family. Since then, it’s calmed down due to you being busy with life. Now that he’s in front of you, that anger starts to spark like little embers on wood.

Through gritted teeth, you ask, “What’re you doing here?”

Seriously, how the hell does he know you come out here a lot?

“Looking for my partner.” Then, you notice the infant in his arms. He isn’t wearing his hero costume or gym clothes. He isn’t disheveled or bothered at all. “Why?”

“To give her the baby.” Noa hops over to him. “Lemme see!” He stands on his tippy toes and sees the baby that looks like that one girl. You don’t really know her other than her reaction at the Sports Festival. The only thing that baby has of him is the eye color and pink hair.

“Why?”

“That’s personal.”

“So are us being out here yet you believe you should point it out. Now why are you passing on your responsibility again?”

His face remains the same. Indifferent and a little awkward. “Couldn’t the same be said for you with Midoriya?”

Bitch.

“What’d you mean?” You take steps to him. He shrugs. “You make him the father when Noa has one right next to you. How can you judge me when you pass Noa to someone who isn’t even doing the project?”

“Izuku wants to. I'm not making him!” You hang onto that since he is helping. To others, it must look like you've pushed Noa onto him if they weren't paying attention. It’s embarrassing because you’re aware of how it looks.

“He pities you-” The raise of your hand was quick and harsh. The slap made him gasp and your hand tingly. “I may be a lot of things, but a pitiful creature I am not. It’s you and your family's fault that we’re suffering 24/7. If you would disappear and stop reminding everyone of your father and fine ass brother, I wouldn’t be in this mess!”

His baby sucks on their thumb, totally oblivious. The rage, the hatred, you’ve felt towards him during these last few months come up to the surface. You can’t find it in you to feel bad about slapping him or for anything else. You don’t have sympathy for him. What you care about is you and yours. He and his family, fuck them. Why should you and anyone else feel bad for them? Does anyone doing the project have the energy to?

Fuck the Todorokis. Dabi was fine as hell but his looks can’t save him.

“So, why don’t you just drop out and off the face of the earth?” His face drops. The sick satisfaction of his pain makes you smile from joy.

"Oooh! You smack! I'm telling Papa, ooohh!" Noa points at you accusingly with a smug look on his face.

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The plan for a caregiver is brilliant. Everyone in class takes a turn watching the children. Today, it’s Riko’s turn. Tomorrow will be Sakura’s. This plan won’t work during school hours which sucks but hopefully, everyone can come up with something.

Akane shifts her weight on her feet. “You sure you’re okay?”

Riko rolls her eyes. “Yes. Now go study! The kids and I will turn on a show and paint something. Trust me, this isn’t my first time babysitting.”

Another idea pops in your head. “What if during school hours, the caregiver works in the back and we’ll take notes for them? Maybe we’ll do each other’s homework?”

Riko shrugs. “Nah. That won’t work during tests and shit,” She waves her hands around. “We won’t think of that right now. Now is the time to practice so you can kick butt.” You smile at her, grateful that she’s enthusiastic about it and understanding. Lately, U.A. is working on Mineta’s investigation. No one knew that it was a thing until Riko was approached by Mic. Apparently, the questions were checking to see her status. She had told you that they hinted, or implied, that depending on how she is, he may come back. She isn’t sure and hasn’t told you what the questions were exactly. You want to respect her privacy and not jeopardize anything.

“Let us know if you need us,” She nods and sighs. You point at Noa. “Boy, you’ll come up missing if you act up, capisce?”

“Capisce!” He gives you a thumbs up. You wave him goodbye so he can hang out with his friends and Auntie Riko.

In the commons next to the kitchen, you lick your lips and try not to laugh at Hansuke's Hawks’s impersonation. You clear your throat. “Mr. Hawks-”

“Yes?”

You loudly cackle and squat. Hansuke's impression of Hawks is exaggerated. “Why’re you laughing chickadee? Hurry up so I can go get some chicken with Endeavor.”

“Ugh!”

Tears slide down your temples as you laugh on your back. Today, you’re practicing going in front of Hawks with the notes you made. Undeniably, there’s still a lot to do and study for but practice makes perfect as long as Hansuke stops making you laugh.

“That’s another thing we have to work on: your emotions. You tend to get very hot-headed when challenged, (Y/n).” Benio takes a drink in an attempt to collect himself.

“Whew, okay, okay.” You get up and smack your cheeks. “Okay, let’s go.”

Hansuke bounces up and down a little. “So, (Y/n), you say U.A. wrongfully put the baby project onto your course as a way to duck-”

“Ha!” You snort. Hansuke has one hand on his mouth and the other on his hip. His body is shaking from him trying to keep in his laughter. He wears red construction paper taped to his back like wings. On his face are glasses that resemble Hawks’s old costume along with a puffer jacket. He looks ridiculous and his suggestion of putting on Hawks’s eyebrows is too much.

“(Y/n)!” You turn to look at Riko who has her hands on her hips. You perk up. “Is Noa okay?”

“Yes, he’s fine. I’m talking about you! You need to take this seriously.” Before you can retort, she claps her hands. “Chop, chop! Get to work!”

You stick your tongue out at her. In the distance is a creak. You frown and crane your neck to look behind Riko. “Mm, probably nothing.”

“What’d you mean?” She cocks her head to the left. You point behind her. “I thought I heard something. Eh, it’s nothing.”

Riko decides to watch the class study and scold you when you laugh at the bootleg Hawks. Minus the way he’s acting and looking, you’re actually pretty good. There are still some valid arguments he makes but you are getting better. Way farther than when you started.

“I’m gonna go check the kids.” Riko walks off to the corner.

Suddenly, as you are laughing and chewing on your chips, Riko calls out Noa’s and Kobeni’s names. You frown and yell, “Everything okay?”

“Yeah! Those two are probably hiding!” You can hear her footsteps walking around. You lick the red seasoning off your fingers and clap your hands. “Okay, there’s a possibility that Hawks decides that our wellbeing is expendable since there is no for sure evidence of anything physically wrong,” Jule scoffs at your statement. Out of everyone, Jule has gone through physical ailments the most. Kaminari is completely pathetic.

“What I mean is, anytime we have the slightest thing wrong, we need to go to Recovery Girl. When she asks why or how be honest. Tell her what’s going on and that afterward, you want a copy of her report. If she says no, tell her it is your right.”

Benio scratches his head. “Is that written somewhere?” You nod and point to Akane’s text. “Right here.”

You hear Riko scream. Everyone pops up and runs to her. Each parent goes to their child first, except you and Benio. Neither Kobeni nor Noa is in sight.

“What’s going on?”

“I can’t find them! The door-the door is open!” It’s as if time stopped. Your heart doesn’t even beat because it feels like it is filled with lead. “Is…is he upstairs?”

“No, no I looked everywhere. The door, the fucking door is open!” The lead in your heart sinks to your feet. Your instincts tell you to run outside and look for him but you are cemented to the carpet. Your eyes are wide and your face is as frozen as your body. Nothing is registering other than his disappearance. Still, you cannot move.

Benio’s the first to run outside. Sakura is on the phone calling someone. Mira holds onto her leg and looks around. It’s chaotic. Everyone is scaring her. Yet, you still can’t move.

Run outside! Call for him! Call Deku! If anyone can find Noa, it’s his dad. Your feet can’t move, though. Your legs have the heaviest weights in the world on them.

With a quiet voice, you ask, “Did you check everything? My room?”

“The doors automatically lock! Your door is shut.” She apologizes repeatedly. Her eyes are misty. Your voice remains a whisper. “The crawlspace?”

“What crawlspace?” Bit by bit your heart starts to lighten. Riko must not have paid attention to the random chair by that window. That’s where the crawlspace is. You run up the stairs.

“Noa! Noa! Kobeni?! Babies please, please answer Mommy!” You scream as you check every corner. “Do you want to talk to Papa?” Deku’s supposed to come over today anyway. Whenever he doesn’t do his internship or work study, whatever the hell it is, he’s with you and Noa. There’s no doubt in the world that Noa doesn’t know his Papa will be home tonight. Maybe he wants to talk to him right now? Sometimes Noa wants that. Even though you haven’t forgiven Papa, you are still very civil in front of Noa. Izuku is also ‘disappointed’ in you, as well.

For Noa, you’ll cave. Your pride and feelings mean nothing. Your cry goes unanswered. There is only a lonely echo desperately searching for an ear that matches his Papa’s.

You look beside the window with a stray chair next to it. In the small crawl space, there is nothing but a cobweb. You take off to your room to find the door shut and locked. The key fumbles in your hand.

“Noa? Kobeni!” You swing the door open and find no one in the open space. There isn’t anyone in here, you can tell, but your desperation searches anyway. Involuntarily, your body starts to shake. Tucked in your back pocket is your phone. Trembling fingers dial the one person who can find him.

“(Y/n)!” His voice sounds light, surprised, delighted, that you called. “Deku…”

Even though you can’t see him physically, you can tell his smile dropped. “Noa’s missing.”

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“Where’s the last time you saw them?” Embarrassingly enough, Sakura called Kacchan who is searching outside the gates. Along with him came the rest of the class. Izuku sticks close to you without a word since he was on the phone. “I’m going to go look. Stay here.”

"I have to go!" Your class is spread around looking for them. You feel safer with him; more secure that he's with you in this. There's no way you can't search with him.

"Shouldn't I be looking for him, too?"

Izuku whips his head to stare into your eyes. They don't look normal. Where there is light, it is becoming tainted with a darkness that makes you tense.

"You were supposed to be looking after him in the first place. Stay here." You press yourself against the wall, wanting to shrink from his gaze. "Stay here, (Y/n)." His nose is flared, and steam is practically coming out of his ears. He runs out of the dorm's commons to go on a mad hunt.

You quickly call the restaurant. At the same time, Snipe is yelling at you in the same room fucking Deku left you in with some of your classmates.

“Yona, Noa and Kobeni are missing. Can you look out for him? He knows his way there so he could be headed to you.”

“Of course, baby. What are he and Kobeni wearing?” Your heart is pounding in your ears so loud you can barely understand her. “Um, he’s wearing a red shirt with khaki pants. I didn’t choose that, I swear and Kobeni is wearing a blue sweatsuit, I think.”

“Why is Noa dressed like Jake from State Farm?”

“I don’t know, Yona. He chose it! He took his Deku hoodie off, so he now looks like that.”

Right next to you is Snipe, whose hands are clenched in tight fists. “How can you be so irresponsible?!” Snipe’s mask is off so he can yell at you. Your legs are shaking from the images of Noa in various states. You go to move past him.

“Yona, I need you guys to help me, please! I turned around for two seconds, I swear-”

“I’ve given you a lot of leniencies. Way too much so it seems. This situation and your utter disregard for authority and correction have gone too far. You were irresponsible! Take responsibility now!” He snatches the phone from you and hangs up.

Before you can retort, he continues to growl. “What were you even doing?” Akane tenses up. Her sparkly lips open to answer but you subtly lift your hand to stop her. If Snipe found out what was going on, everything would be for nothing. It hurts that you’re getting the sole blame for it, though.

“You’re judging me? You? Someone who lost an entire teenager?” Snipe growls. “Docked. I’m putting Noa back to two years old.”

“What?!” You can hear Akane gasp. Your face feels warm from all of the negative feelings you feel. From hurt to embarrassment, fear, and anger. All of these are whirling in your body at once like a twister.

“You want him younger? I can do that! We’ll put him back as a newborn so you can start fresh.”

Your shoulders slump. Noa’s come so far and to have that ripped away is cruel. Almost like an artist finally putting the finishing touches on their painting just to have someone come and splatter on it. “Don’t do that…”

“Maybe just scrap Noa altogether?”

“Snipe, stop.” Noa’s former body, the lifeless doll, is something you dread to see again. You should be jumping for joy and relief, but you can’t. He leans into your space. “Two years old and detention.”

“My volunteering-” You can’t afford to lose the income again. He’s turned three and is growing like a weed. You don’t want to be a burden or have Izuku think of him that way. Lord forbid if Kaibara helps with anything.

“Indefinite. Maybe now you’ll get the fucking hint, (Y/n). However long that takes.” His yellow eyes don’t look right. The pupils are dilated too much and the glare is too hard.

You flinch. He has never cussed at you even though you’ve been a mess at times. The remainder of your classmates watch Snipe lose his cool. The heat from your body is too hot. He’s staring at you. Everyone is staring at you. You step back and turn away in shame, hurrying to leave him and this hallway. You enter the dorm’s yard, relishing the fresh air that was taken from you. You’re going all around and immediately stop.

Kaibara stomps towards you. “How could you?!”

You can’t deal with him or Snipe right now. They need to get out of your face and preferably die. Why is he angry? He's never cared about Noa. You run past him until you are grabbed by your arm. “Get off-”

“You had one job. One fucking job and that was to watch him!” He’s squeezing too tight. He, Izuku, and Snipe all have the same eyes. Noa is out there somewhere, and they are busy judging you, hating you. Noa is adventurous. He always walks around, and you always catch him until now. You turned away and are dealing with this. “I-I couldn’t-”

Kaibara shakes you by your arm. “You were supposed to do it!” The sun casts a shadow on him that is all too fitting for his true colors. “Why can’t you do something right? God, I should go to the heroes and ask for a better mother.”

Mother.

You are a bad mom. You’re an awful person, mother, daughter, and student. Noa doesn’t even call you ‘mom’ and now you know why. This look on Kaibara’s face is the same one Izuku and Snipe have. They’re all making this face and saying the same thing. Even Shouto drew to the same conclusion.

You should be a good mother and stop this crusade against heroes. How long will you hold this anger, this pain, that resulted into a fight for a grudge? Kaibara’s angry eyes disappear from your sight. It’s replaced with the vision of Noa’s back facing you and his little feet carrying him away into a fog. As the fog lifts, at your feet is a lifeless Noa with Kobeni’s hand in his. All around are the bodies of the kids you watch grow up.

If it weren’t for you, Benio and the kids wouldn’t be hurt and missing. Your anger and hate have led to Benio’s sorrow and Riko’s guilt. If you weren’t occupied, they all wouldn’t have had to witness your humiliation. They wouldn’t have had to look at you! All because you are a bad mom, Noa and Kobeni are gone.

You whimper as the thoughts run rampant. You close your eyes. The sound of a forceful hit opens your eyes. Kaibara is on the ground with a bloody nose. Above him is Shouto Todoroki who has flared nostrils and a killer glare that isn’t directed toward you.

“I-I need to find him.” You don’t look into his eyes from shame. This whole time you’ve preached about their irresponsibility, and you have fallen into the same trap of stupidity. “It’s going to be okay. We’ll find him.” His hand touches your face. “I’m gonna take you to Recovery Girl, now.”

He wraps his arm around your shoulders. Even though you fall into him, you hate his touch.

"I want to find him, Shouto. I can't leave." He shakes his head no. "You're shaking. I'm not taking any chances."

At least no one is looking at you.

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You wait on Recovery Girl’s bed with Shouto. He doesn’t need to stand here with you. “You don’t have to be here.”

“I know.” He answers. Recovery Girl comes up and pats your knee. “Here’s water and a snack.”

What is water and a snack going to do? How’s that going to find Noa?

As if she read your mind, she says in a bedside manner fit for a doctor, “It’s not going to help your predicament with Noa but it will help you. There’s no reason to worry yourself sick. If there is one thing I learned, is that this generation of heroes won't quit.”

There is a reason to worry. Noa is out there in God knows what shape. Worst of all, you are losing touch with reality. Noa's not real, he's fixable. There is a feeling that has eclipsed your anger. Your sense of self is dwindling the more you are affected by this whole thing. Being attached to a doll, letting these people get the best of you, is wearing you down. You aren't this shrinking person. You aren't one to doubt your cause and here you are trying to push it away. The baby project feels like Shigaraki's touch, from the top of your head to the soles of your feet, you decay.

“How many times has this happened?”

You say nothing. Recovery Girl sighs. “I knew this project was a bad idea.”

Riko comes in with her hand rubbing her arm. She isn’t looking at you. Hesitantly, she asks, “Are you okay?”

The old hero answers for you. “She’s fine, physically. But I do suggest she rests for the rest of the day. Okay?” The old woman turns to you. “Noa will be fine. There are fully equipped people on the case.”

Recovery Girl pets your head soothingly. Her wrinkled lips move subtly. “This project has gone too far…”

“(Y/n),” Riko’s voice shakes. Right before she can continue, Snipe comes into the room. You sit up and wipe your face. Shouto hasn’t left your side the whole time.

“We have some things we need to talk about now.” Snipe points his finger at you. “First off, what the hell were you doing to let him wander off like that?” He’s already yelled at you. What else does he want?

Riko speaks up, “Snipe-” You wave your fingers. She immediately shuts up. Snipe looks between you two. “What, Riko? What were you about to say?”

She stares into your eyes. If you let her run her mouth, it will reflect negatively on her. With this investigation or whatever on Mineta, what happened will most likely be used against her. What if they let him back in? What if they don’t take anyone else seriously because she isn’t perfect? The heroes already have an opinion of you. They drew to the conclusion that you were at fault before anything was even looked into.

You can’t let the truth be known. If they knew what you were doing during that time, it’d all be for nothing. You could always bring your grade up somehow and protect yourself from failure. But is your grade and vengeance worth what Benio, Kobeni and Noa are going through? If Riko is found out, what would happen to her and the class? To Noa? Even though what they are saying is hurting, you'll keep your mouth shut for your friends and your son.

Aizawa and Nezu come in after Snipe. Riko stands against the wall. Her left eye lets a single tear flow as you are berated for something you didn’t do. The sin you committed was leaving him in Riko’s care. Nineteen children were under her watch. You should’ve known better and not have her watch him. As Nezu scolds you for your actions, you can’t help but harbor resentment towards her and Noa. It's awful, you are an awful person for passing the blame.

Mei comes in with Noa on her hip. Noa smiles wide and waves at everyone. Mei sets him down when he wiggles towards you. She walks quickly to Nezu and hands him a remote. She says nothing to you, nor does she acknowledge you. Something says that it isn’t from disappointment or anger, but dread.

Noa excitedly begins to tell you about his day. “Mm! Kobeni-” He still won’t say ‘mom’. From the corner of your eye, you spot Snipe crossing his arms. You flinch at first. Noa, already three years old and aware of his surroundings, stops mid step.

Nezu gestures. “Now is the time to explain what’s wrong.” They want you to scold him right now. He may not even know what he did wrong. In class, he knows he’s supposed to be calm. However, you never discouraged him from hanging out with his friends. To him, if you punish him, it may shock him immensely. You don't know what to do.

Noa’s slowly coming toward you, very aware of your expression. With a gentle and loving voice, you ask, “Noa, why did you run away? You weren’t supposed to go so far-”

“They are not allowed to leave unsupervised, (L/n).” Nezu is firm with his tone. Your lip wobbles when you look back at Noa, who is looking nervous. “Baby boy, next time you want to walk around, make sure I’m with you. Leaving like that could’ve gotten you hurt.”

He stomps his feet in protest. Eyes study the scene in front of them. Their judgment leaves an unwanted chill along your body that tenses from it. To your dismay, Noa notices. He stops his pouting, confused on why you are acting unusual.

“It’ll be okay, little love. But please, don’t do that again.” You rub his arms.

“Mmm! It’s fun!” You understand. It’s hard for a toddler to sit still. His intentions were good, no doubt. There's a difference with his behavior in this situation than in class. He doesn't know what he's done exactly. He hasn't been taught this yet.

“(L/n),” Snipe calls in a low voice. “Tell Noa to stand still.” Nezu holds the remote with Mei’s chibi face on it. He’s doing it.

“Is this really necessary?” Shouto places his hand on yours. You begin to shake. “Stop, please.” You whisper. Noa has his hands out. “Don’t cry!”

Nezu presses the button on the left. “Please, wait! Please!"

It’s too late. He who was once the tallest has lost inches of his height. His clothes are baggier too. Izuku just got him those Ingenium sneakers and now he’s flooding them.

Recovery Girl shakes her head. Her cold hands press on your body. Your gaze is set on Noa. She scolds the heroes. “You people really are cruel.”

They say nothing. Instead, they just look at you. You can feel them study you. Shouto hasn't used his quirk, yet you are somehow frozen stiff.

Izuku comes in. His eyes find you first then Noa. “What?”

“Papa!” His voice is different, too. It sounds like how it was before. Izuku clearly notices. You can't bear to look him.

Nezu straightens up and separates his eyes from you. “Midoriya, we were just in the middle of talking with (L/n). If you want to talk to her, you must wait.”

His eyes dart around. He spies Shouto, his dear friend next to the bed with his arm around you. The vibrant greens then go to Riko who is plastered against the wall. Her state is worse than yours, maybe. The teachers speak in things you’re not understanding right now.

“Is she in trouble?” He asks quietly. Nezu sighs but will not address you. He has lost his harsh tone. His small arms are behind his back. “This can’t be ignored. Her irresponsibility can’t go on.”

“No. If you are going to yell at her, you have to do it to me, too.”

“You weren’t there, Midoriya. I commend you for your initiative to find Noa and Kobeni today, but (L/n)’s responsible for her own actions. You can’t keep taking the blame for her.”

Ah. So he did get in trouble when Noa peed on Eraserhead.

“I’m his dad. I’m just as responsible as she is.” He stands in front of you. “Midoriya, with all due respect, you aren’t his father.”

Snipes adds something stupid, “Which brings me to the other problem. Why is he answering to Noa Midoriya?”

Finally, you mutter with a voice that became raspy from your scream. “Because that’s his name.”

Aizawa cuts in. “No, he’s Kaibara’s son, (Y/n). I know what happened between you is upsetting, but that is his son. I completely understand distancing yourself from him. But the least you can do is include him in the report. The other mistake is putting Noa onto Midoriya.” His voice has lost its aggression. His head is lowered when he addresses you.

Izuku clenches his fists. “How much sense does that make? And she hasn’t kept Kaibara from him. He stays away.” Izuku interrupts them. “And I am Noa’s dad. That’s why he called me Papa. If Kaibara is upset about it, tell him to come to me and not run behind you.”

“Midoriya!” Eraserhead scolds. It doesn’t stop the god child. “My name may not be on the paper but that is my kid. I’m the one who raises him with (Y/n). Not Kaibara. If she’s in trouble, extend that to me. Us being treated the same is only fair."

“Her length of detention is indefinite. That’d get in the way of your work study.” Nezu points out. Izuku scoffs and rolls his eyes. “Look at Noa.” Reluctantly they look at the toddler. “What more can you do to her? What the hell is detention compared to that?”

With a gesture in your direction, he asks the nurse, “Is she alright?” Recovery Girl straightens up. Clearly, she’s not used to his authoritative voice. “Yes, she’s fine. I am suggesting she rests. And you,” She pokes you. “Tomorrow, I want you back here so I can check on you. If this isn’t the first time this has happened, I need to report it.”

Your eyes are still focused on nothing but the distance. "All of us. Check all of us."

“What do you mean?” Snipe uncrosses his arms and takes a step forward. His mask is on and not a hint of his face is shown. You feel warm as everyone's eyes are on you. Last month you felt like your world was crumbling and today is the same. When this project started, you thought you’d be able to separate yourself enough to not get affected like this. Alas, it was a fool’s dream.

You get off the bed with Noa. Riko still stands there against the wall. Her eyes are glossy as she watches. She sucks in her lips then tries to confess. She’s losing it. She opens her mouth. “Wait, it was-”

With the simplest wave by your leg to stop her. Izuku’s eyes go from the movement next to your thigh to Riko’s expression. You walk out with Noa on your hip. He goes on about his day with Kobeni. Apparently, he was trying to find and introduce Yona and Ken but found an actual ladybug that looked like Yona and got distracted. You figured his intentions were pure.

In your room, you set Noa down. Your eyes have remained lowered, and you are silent. Izuku comes into the room after you and encourages Noa to play.

“(Y/n).” You hum. “What really happened?” He questions. You shake your head and shrug. “I messed up. You heard everyone.”

It hurts. What they say about you feels like hundreds of cuts. Seeing Noa regress in his age tore your heart.

“(Y/n), please.” You ignore him and sit down on your desk chair. Noa’s back is facing you, he’s completely oblivious to his parents and the year he lost. Deku stands in front of you and runs his hand through his green curls. Izuku gets on his knees. He slides you over to him and wraps his arms around your midsection. His face is against your stomach. “I’m sorry.”

You say nothing. He talks instead. “I blamed you and wrongly took my anger out on you. I’m so sorry, my dear.” Again, you don’t even give a whisper. He presses kisses on your stomach and works his way up. His hand cups your face to his wet cheek. “Forgive me. I’m so, so, sorry. It’ll never happen again.”

Sweet words from someone who doesn’t know the meaning. His other hand goes to your other cheek to pull you to his lips. Your eyes get big for a second until his lips are gently on your forehead. The pressure behind your eyes is appearing once again. “I’m a villain and a bad mom.”

His tears match yours. “Never. You are amazing. He would have never made it this far if it wasn’t for you. Do you understand? They are wrong. I was wrong.”

“He ran away, Izuku. He could’ve gotten hurt.” Your voice wobbles. He kisses your chin. “It was an accident. One that you didn’t do.”

Your breath hitches. “No, no, it was me.”

“Honey, I’m not blind. I saw you and Riko.” He rubs circles on your waist. You make contact with his eyes again. “Please, don’t say anything. If anyone asks, it was me.”

“Why?”

“There were some questions about Mineta or something. I don't know much about it.” You grab his arm. “She isn’t a perfect victim. What if they don’t take it seriously and let him back in? This could hurt her.”

Before he says anything, you interrupt him. “It was an accident. We came up with a system for a caregiver. One of us would watch the tots while the others study. We’d rotate the job and help each other with school! She came into the room and Noa and Kobeni snuck out. Izuku, please don’t tell. It was an innocent mistake. Noa’s learned to open doors, she didn’t expect it.”

He kisses your cheek. Since he started, he's been peppering kisses on you and avoiding your lips. Given the situation, you're grateful.

“You are the kindest person I’ve ever met.” He sighs. “This is not happening again, understand?” Izuku wipes away the dampness on your face with his thumbs. He’s gotten very bold with you. Despite your usual snark towards him and the world, you can’t find it in you to push him away. Instead, you nestle into his comfort after this long day. Hopefully, this pain will subside, and you’ll never see those eyes again. You hope that rather than remembering what happened with Noa, you'll remember how you didn't kiss him then dream of what could've been.

“You okay?” Noa comes from behind Izuku. Immediately, you straighten up and put a smile on your face for Noa. He frowns and raises his eyebrow. “You know what we should do?” Izuku leans into Noa’s ear. You don’t know what he’s said, but he pulls you down to the ground.

“What-oh no.” Him and Noa poke and tickle you. You laugh from the sensation but not from joy. At least Noa’s smiling and not scared anymore.

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You lay down next to Noa who has reverted back to sleeping with you rather than his little bed. It’s terrible because of the lack of space in both the bed and the room. At least he’s still potty trained and isn’t having an accident in the bed.

The only light in the room is from Noa’s nightlight. The hero symbols that display on the ceiling from it disgust you. Most of these heroes you've never met and God willing, you never will. Izuku lays in bed with you with Noa in between you. “I’m so sorry.”

He's already said that. He presses, “Tell me what to do. Anything to make it better.” He caresses your face. Really, he didn't do something out of the ordinary for a parent. What's wrong is that he didn't question your guilt and didn't give you a chance to explain until afterwards. What's wrong was the way he looked at you. Because of that, there is something in your mind. He complimented you, yes, but you want his honesty.

You ask him, “Am I a bad person?”

Are you wrong for your cause? What has been broken in you is turning into anger again. Are you wrong for your feelings? What happened today affected you and others. Was your longing for justice worth it if the results are shards? Your pride shouts for you to stand and start swinging but your mind keeps repeating everyone’s words like a song on a broken record. They all can kiss your ass, but Noa's smaller frame steals your scream. All of this, does it make you a bad person? Not just a mom, student, daughter and worker, but a human being?

“No. You aren’t bad. No matter what you try to show me, you could never be wrong. Except for with some of your homework.”

You smile a little. “I barely know you.” Yet there is something that says you do. Izuku's forehead touches yours. "I don't think it matters with us." He's gotten so bold, and you don't mind. His reassurance of his care is helping put what is broken back together, slowly.

Your eyelids are growing heavy, and the pillow has gotten softer. Right before your light is out for the night, you hear in the distance, “As long as it’s you, do whatever you want.”

If these pieces you are mending together result into the same wrath as before, Izuku, would you still say that? Would your friendship stay?

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sugoi-and-spice · 9 months ago

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Chapter Twenty-Six - The “Single” Life

Summary: Tomura Shigaraki was her dad’s boss’s son. He was the creep that stole girls’ underwear and tried to grope her in his room. But it’s not like he could get her Dad fired just because she wouldn’t sleep with him, right? …right?

CW: Quirkless!AU, Explicit Smut, Dub-Con, Coercion, Blackmail, Cheating, Sexual Guilt, Humiliation, Unhealthy Relationships, Virginity Kink, Groping, Power Play, Hate to Love, Emotional Manipulation, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Animal Death, Slow Burn, Misogyny

A/N: Thank you all again for your patience, kind words, and support while I worked on this chapter. It makes me really excited to bring this story over the finish line.

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She woke up first, her internal clock set to the ass crack of dawn due to years of early morning swim meets. Usually she’d greet an early morning like this with a middle finger and a groan as she buried herself back into the abyss of her covers. But today, she was kind of glad she woke up early.

After all, how often was it that she actually got to see Tomura Shigaraki asleep in her bed?

It was a shame that he had so much trouble sleeping — for a lot of reasons of course — but right now, she couldn’t help but think it was especially tragic due to how cute he looked asleep. The handsome details of his face, that were typically so hidden by his anger — those long lashes, full lips, well-defined jawline, and of course that wonderful little beauty mark — they were glowing now under the soft light slipping through her curtains. He was so at peace, not a furrow in his brow or a frown line in sight. So natural, hugged by her valley of fluffy pillows and blankets. Surrounded by comfort.

She decided to take the risk of moving some of his hair out of his face, those surprisingly soft locks curling delightfully around her fingers. The palm of her hand brushed against the skin of his cheek, awakening her to another discovery. The skin around his cheekbones was actually surprisingly soft, not dry and crusted like she’d always assumed. Just raised from the scarring, from a lifetime of self-abuse.

It was incredible to think about. In just a day, so many of her preconceived notions about Shigaraki — the texture of his skin, the idea that he’d never apologize, the selfishness she so deeply associated with him — it was all proven so incredibly wrong. And it had her realizing just how little she truly knew about Tomura Shigaraki.

And how excited she was to learn.

He stirred awake then, and she found a brand new favorite look on him. His dazed, dreamy expression as he slowly came into consciousness. Eyes fluttering open, lips smacking gently to regain some moisture. A moment of disoriented wonder as he recognized that he wasn’t in his own room. But then a contentedness settled in its place as he realized that he was more than okay with the room that he was in. He happily buried himself back into the bed as he found some still half-asleep comfort in the covers.

She smiled, burying herself back under the covers with him, nuzzling her forehead just inches away from his own.

“Sleep well?”

“Yeah…” he breathed, dreamily.

Then suddenly his eyes snapped wide open, the realization hitting him hard. He shot up to a sit with a speed that made her jump a little.

“Woah! What’s wrong?” she asked, sitting up to meet him.

“What time is it?”

“Huh? Well uh…” she took a quick look at her phone, “Like 6:30?”

He looked down at the covers, at himself in the covers, and really just tried to take that in.

“We… slept through the night?”

She smiled a little sadly at the utter disbelief in his voice. The idea that sleeping through the night was not normal for him.

“Yeah,” she said, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder, “Yeah, we did.”

Shigaraki looked back at her, and sobered from his shock quickly as he took something else in from the situation. They’d had sex last night. No, not just sex. If there was such a thing as making love, Shigaraki couldn’t believe it was anything else then what they’d done. They’d shared their feelings (however indirectly). Shared sacred details of their pasts. Held each other close and then fell asleep in each other’s arms. What they’d done together last night was different than anything else before. It was real. It was something they had to talk about.

But that neither was really ready to.

His sense of security and comfort went as soon as it came when he realized that.

God, what the fuck had he done?

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stvphenwrites · 21 days ago

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Tony learns Stephen had a kink for being called daddy?

Tony lay on his stomach as he let out tender moans slip past his lips, legs spread wide open as Stephen thrusted into him from behind, scarred hands placed on Tony’s hips.

“O-Oh, Daddy, Daddy,” The shorter of the two had accidentally called out causing Stephen’s hips to stutter, admittedly coming inside Tony.

Tony’s cheeks turned a hazy hue of red before he turned his head, “Did you just— Did you just come by me calling you—“

“No. I didn’t. You’re being delusional, Stark,” Strange huffed, usually he called Tony by his last name when he was only pissed at the billionaire. Clearly the sorcerer was embarrassed, he wasn’t always one to bluntly show his kinks like that.

“You did— You definitely did.” Tony murmured as he grasped lightly on the pillow below him, his fingers curling in the soft silk.

"I most certainly did not," Stephen insisted stubbornly, even as a telltale flush crept up the back of his neck. He tried to sound stern but it came out breathy, likely due to the aftershocks still rocking through his body from their intense coupling.

“Stay quiet. Please,” The sorcerer huffed as he slowly started to roll his hips once more, letting his cock slide with ease in and out of Tony, letting his lips dance over the nape of Tony’s neck.

Tony's eyes fluttered shut, savoring the sensation of Strange's renewed movements. A low hum of pleasure vibrated in his throat.

The taller increased his pace, his fingers bruising over Tony’s hips, the blunt head of his cock hitting to Tony’s prostate.

“Daddy!” Tony yelled out, flinging his head back from the force, nails almost clawing at the pillow.

The sorcerers brow twitched at that but he decided not to say much and simply accept it, this weird kink of his…

"Shhh… daddy's got you." Strange cooed against Tony's ear, the words with tenderness as he continued to pound into him with relentless precision.

His hips snapped forward, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room along with Tony's ragged breathing. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing over the smaller man, his cock throbbed inside the brunette, keeping his hands placed to Tony’s hips, now tilting up to his thin waist.

"Look at you, so responsive for me…" Stephen purred, leaning down to nip at Tony's shoulder. His hot breath ghosted over the sweat-dampened skin as he whispered, "I think you're enjoying this too much, don't you?"

Tony's moans grew louder, his body tensing up as he teetered on the edge of climax. "Fuck, yes! More!"

The sorcerer suddenly stopped his pace, stilling his hips causing a disappointed groan to be yanked from Tony. “Why’d you stop!?”

Stephen only gave Tony a small raise of his brow and the brunette whined, “Please fuck me, Daddy.” Stark begged.

Stephen's lips curled into a sly smirk at Tony's pleading tone. ”That’s better.”

He slowly pulled out until just the tip remained nestled within Tony's tight heat, then pushed back in with deliberate slowness, dragging out the sensation for both of them.

As he picked up speed again, Strange leaned down to capture Tony's mouth in a searing kiss, tongue delving deep to tangle with the other man's. The sorcerer swallowed every needy whimper and desperate moan.

Breaking the kiss, he trailed his lips along Tony's jaw, nipping and sucking at the sensitive flesh. "That's it, take it all," he growled, his voice thick with desire. “Such a good boy for Daddy, huh?”

Tony's head rolled side to side, his own lips parted in a silent gasp as he felt Stephen’s cock stretch him open once more. Each slow, deep thrust made him see stars, his vision blurring at the edges.

"Yes, Daddy," he breathed out, his voice hoarse with need. "More, please…"

As Strange's teeth grazed his earlobe, Tony shuddered, his cock twitching in anticipation. "Want to feel you come inside me," he admitted.

Stephen's hips stuttered almost, his eyes darkened with lust at Tony's wanton admission. "Oh, you'll feel me, alright."

He pounded into Tony with renewed vigor, each powerful thrust driving him closer to the brink. The wet slap of skin meeting skin filled the air, punctuated by their harsh panting and Tony's high-pitched moans.

"D-Daddy!" Tony cried out, his body arching off the bed as the billionaire neared his peak. "Gonna - ah! - gonna cum!"

With a final, brutal thrust, Stephen buried himself to the hilt and held there, grinding against Tony's prostate as he spilled his seed deep inside the smaller man, his hips jerking erratically as he rode out his orgasm. He delivered a sharp slap to Tony’s asscheeks, twice, making Tony see stars and come over the bedsheets, his cock twitching and weeping as he mewled.

As the aftershocks of his climax faded, Tony collapsed onto the mattress, spent and sated. His chest rose and fell rapidly with labored breaths, sweat beading on his forehead and upper lip.

Strange carefully slid out of him, his softening cock slipping free with a slick pop. He watched as cum oozed steadily out of Tony, the sorcerer crawled up Tony's prone form, wrapping his arm around Tony’s waist.

"You okay?" he asked quietly, brushing a strand of hair from Tony's damp face.

Tony managed a weak smile, his eyelids heavy with exhaustion. "Yeah, I'm good," he mumbled, nuzzling into Stephen’s touch. "Just… really full."

The sorcerer chuckled softly, pressing a gentle kiss to Tony's temple causing Tony to let out an adorable whine.

Stephen pressed a kiss to Tony’s hair, “Get some rest sweetheart, I’ve got you,” he crooned as he shifted to where Tony lay on his chest, the brunette instantly curling up on him.

“Mh, I love you Daddy,” Tony purred out, his voice was teasing, he had to tease Stephen just a little bit.

A soft sigh slipped out of Stephen before a light smirk curled at his lips, “Love you too, Tony.”

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nerdyloverparadise · 6 months ago

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Synopsis: Gojo stumbles into Shoko's office with a huge gash looking to be patched up.

Authors note: This is my first time writing this kind of piece but i had an idea so i had to do it somehow. Apologies if its not too good! But yeahh, hopefully you enjoy it!

Word Count: 2.1k

Includes: Gojo, Shoko, Geto, Utahime

Contains: angst, smoking, wounds, death (severed), maybe spoiler if you haven't read the recent chapters.

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The Lighter.

It wasn’t Shoko’s first time having to heal Gojo. Sometimes his Reverse Cursed Technique wasn’t enough and extra help was needed. But seeing him again was always a pleasant surprise, so she didn’t mind. Why would she? On this particular day, Gojo sauntered in with a gash that appeared semi-healed across the top of his left pectoral muscle. Its edges were rigid, as if the skin was on the verge of intertwining and regenerating, but lacked the cursed energy to complete the process.

He has a small smirk plastered on his face as he leans against the doorway, one leg bent to rest on the frame and the other kicked out as if he were trying to recline. His dove-like locks pushed to stick upwards due to his lifted blindfold resting around his temples like a headband. “Heyyy Sho.”

It was the same cheeky greeting every time, his tone shooting up when he extended it much longer than needed. However, there was a heaviness to his tone today, more depleted and listless than usual. Even the casual flick of his wrist into a salute-like wave with two fingers seemed languid. Shoko sat on a stool next to a stretcher, its wheels turned in different directions, losing their metal tint, scuffed and blackened from the amount of times it had been utilized. She hadn’t dropped the habit of smoking, a cigarette stayed coddled between her fingers, smoke evading from her mouth every few minutes or so. “Hey, Satoru. Didn’t expect to see you.”

He kicks himself off the door frame, his hands resting in his pockets, fiddling with something as he walks over to Shoko and takes a seat on the less than comfortable surface of the stretcher.

“I would have expected it to be the other guy. What are you doing here?” Shoko asks, removing the cigarette from her mouth as it starts to go out, not producing enough smoke for her to further inhale. She sighs softly and sets the cigarette down in a tray next to her.

“Well, I’m hurt. It’s just a measly scratch and normally I'd patch it up myself… Buttt,” The words fall off Gojo’s tongue like clockwork, his cockiness tightly threaded tightly into each one. He shifts his body, leaning slightly towards Shoko, hands resting on the stretcher's edge.“I decided I'd give you a chance to shine today, Shoko. Consider it a gift from yours truly.”

“Very funny.” Shoko retorts as she rolls her eyes ever so slightly, the corners of her lips turning up almost unnoticeably in amusement. Gojo grabs the hem of his shirt and pulls it over his head, Shoko instinctively averts her eyes, her head turning slightly away. He groans softly as he stretches his arms upward to remove the shirt fully, his hand coming down on the stretcher with a soft thud, the shirt clenched in his grip. He takes a deep exhale, a smirk grazing his face as he looks back at her, noticing her face turned in the other direction. “You can look, ya know? The gash is on my chest.”

She turns back to face him, his eyes half-lidded and seemingly uncaring about his current state. There was no visible emotion on her face apart from a slight raise of her brow. “How’d that happen? It’s pretty bad, actually,” He replies nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulders and gazing off to the floor. It was pretty unusual for him to be so badly injured. “You know I can only heal to an extent, Satoru. You might have a scar now.” Questions jostled through her mind. He wouldn’t let himself get injured this way, so how did it actually happen? Who did it? He has enough cursed energy to heal it himself, so why didn’t he? Why are you really here, Satoru?

She reached out with both hands while simultaneously standing from her stool, her lab coat catching the air and flying up along with her hair. One of her hands came to Gojo’s cheek but stopped just short of it, moving slower and slower. A small frown appeared on her face before she was finally able to close the distance, her hand resting on his cheek, fingertips and then the soft palm.

“Remember, I’m your friend, Satoru. You’re safe,” Shoko said somberly, her words warmer than usual.

“Yeah. I just… forget to turn it off sometimes.” His eyes dart to hers momentarily and then back to the ground, his face warming at the contact. She begins to bring her other hand up to his chest, pressing her palm firmly against the wounded area before starting her Reverse Cursed Technique. His gaze remains fixed downward, yet he peeks up through his lashes, finding solace in her presence alone. The heaviness he carried into the room wasn’t going away; it felt cold, as though he was hollow at the moment, hardwired to be his usual self on the outside. As the energy begins to surge through him, a sigh escapes his lips, laden with a sense of exhaustion that permeates his entire being. With a slight hesitation, he reaches out, his fingers wrapping around Shoko's wrist, gently guiding her hand away from his chest.

"Could you… just treat it normally?" he requests, his voice carrying a hint of vulnerability beneath the casualty. Shoko hums slightly, looking over at her cigarette as if it’d miraculously light itself again. She didn’t question his request, nor did she say much of anything though she had many thought’s swirling in her mind. She grabs alcohol from a cabinet, along with gauze and medical tape, bringing it back to the tray she’d sat her cigarette in. She sets the materials down gently, but not before moving her cigarette out the way. Meanwhile, Gojo examines the materials himself, his mind drifting back to a time when he could fit into size 4 shoes, when he would bustle around and scrape his knees outdoors like the other kids. He felt a little more human then.

Shoko takes a piece of cotton and douses it in alcohol, the smell stinging their nostrils - sterile yet pungent. As she turns to face Gojo once more, he has a small lighter in his hand, tapping it on his leg to some imaginary beat in his head before looking up at her. “Had a feeling you’d need it, putting up with me,” he mutters with a small chuckle that segues into a slight dry cough. His hand darts halfway to his chest before retreating, avoiding Shoko's notice of his pain. He holds out the lighter, and she palms it back to him. “I will take care of you first. Thank you, though. Genuinely,” she says with a sigh, having sensed something was wrong almost before he reclined on the door when he came in.

The alcohol-drenched cotton approaches the wound and dabs it lightly, accompanied by a violent flinch from Gojo - a human response. “Ack- damn! That… mm.. still stings like hell.” His hand instinctively flies to grab Shoko’s, his teeth clenched at the burn shooting through his chest. Their hands squeeze together tightly as she lets out a small chuckle. “Thought you were the strongest, Satoru?”

His eyes darted up to hers for a moment, glaring through his lashes as his lips pulled into a thin, frustrated line. “Doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt.”

She squeezes his hand a little with a sigh, continuing to clean his wound. Her laughter subsided as quickly as it came. The rest of the time was tense, she could tell he appreciated her presence but the comment she made bothered him to an extent despite it being a joke. He tenses and relaxes, squeezing her hand and holding it tighter whenever the alcohol touches his wound. Finally, she breaks the seemingly endless silence. “Why did you want me to clean this the regular way?”

"Nobody gets to touch the Strongest, right? Gotta remind myself I'm still human somehow," his voice trails off a bit, sounding like it’s going to bottom out when he calls himself the strongest. His head is cocked downward, eyes locked on his lap and the black lighter lined with white and topped off with brown mechanical parts, spinning in his hand.

The process is traditional, slow and quiet. He doesn’t say anything after that and neither does Shoko. When it’s done and he’s all stitched up she steps back, hand sliding out of his easily from all the sweat that’s built up. “You’re done. Feel alright?”

He nods and stands up in front of Shoko, smiling at her faintly, his eyes struggling to maintain liveliness. “Yup. Take the lighter. Compensation for me wasting your time….” he trails off and then starts back up again, “It’s nice to see you, Shoko.” His tone is so foreboding. Almost melancholic, the room eerily cold as his eyes bore into hers kindly. She takes the lighter and he leans down to give her a hug. "Thanks, seriously, what would everyone do without you? You're like the glue holding this whole crazy team together… don’t change, Shoko.”

She smiles genuinely and wraps her arms around his neck, nuzzling into his shoulder. It felt like everything fell into place. They pull away shortly after and he puts his shirt back on before heading towards the door, she flicks the lighter a few times, cigarette already back in her mouth swiftly. He chuckles, sticking up two fingers with his back turned to her to say goodbye. He opens the door, the blinds rustling against the glass of it. “And Shoko.”

“Yeah?” She says a bit muffled as she takes the cigarette out of her mouth.

“You and Suguru always knew how to make me feel…” Some thoughts in his head seem to derail his sentence before he finishes it.

“Hm?”

“That’s all.”

She shrugs her shoulders and gives a hum as an appreciation as he disappears out of the door, “No problem then.”

A few days later she’d find herself hauling half of Gojo’s body back to her examination room as Utahime followed with the other. He knew he’d end up this way, knew Shoko would break down because her limits were clear. She couldn’t fix this much damage. She couldn't look at his face, eyes big and blue, and worst of all, fading. She didn’t seem sad, her face was neutral as she entered her room with a heavy head and even heavier heart. She set the two halves of his body on the table and placed her hands on the bisect where they should have still been connected. She holds her hands steady, pushing cursed energy out over and over again to no avail as Utahime watches, it was a silent downward spiral, one that made time a figment of her imagination. “Come on now Satoru, please wake up.” She mutters, almost an hour later, voice hoarse from having said nothing as she concentrates long and hard on bringing him back. It wasn’t working. Nothing was working. Soon, Utahime grabs her hands, holding them gently as she looks down at Gojo’s severed body. The touch brought her back slightly, pushed the realization on her that she was starting to exhaust and her ability was fizzling out just like Gojo’s faint pulse.

“Utahime, can you.. Use your cursed technique on me? Please, let’s just try it?

Utahime nods. After hours of attempting and silence, seeing his skin rejuvenate without a trace of life, Utahime released her technique, ending the useless efforts. Shoko’s face was full of color, red and moist from exertion followed by the soft panting that slowly segwayed into pained wheezes.

She abruptly releases her technique too and calmly wisps around to grab a whole pack of cigarettes and heads outside to smoke a few. She pulls out the lighter Gojo had gifted her from her back pocket, scrutinizing the array of colors before lighting the cigarette. As she goes to place the lighter back in her pocket, her fingers graze the bottom and she feels something embroidered into it. With immediate curiosity, she flips the lighter over and inspects it briefly, her eyes widening to see S.S.S carved into the bottom. It was the same old rushed, lackluster handwriting that Gojo had. Each ‘S’ was a little jagged in their own way but it was so uniquely him, so recognizably him. A rush of flashbacks from her teenage years flooded her memory, of her on Geto’s back, Gojo yelling some kind of obscenity while they walked through cherry blossom filled roads. It was always all smiles, all canines and obnoxious, warm laughter. Warmth begins to spill down her face, her eyes blurry and muddled with tears that seemingly wouldn’t stop. “Satoru..” She murmurs, her voice light and broken, choked up by her own tears.

“Satoru!” The crack in her voice was evident now, it was like years worth of pent-up emotions in a guttural, raw cry for help from friends that just weren’t around anymore.

“Why do you guys keep… leaving?”

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SILVER MEDALIST — the night we met

chapter two summary. Satoru laughs as Harumi clings to him, panicked, “get me down!” The girl squeezes her eyes shut and holds him tighter. “It’s not funny!” Her panicked yelling only made him laugh further as he patted her head. ”Come on you have to admit this is pretty cool,” Satoru grins a bit funnily due to the broken tooth that left a space between the others. ”No,” Harumi mutters quickly, “not cool. Not cool, I hate heights.” Satoru rolls his eyes. “Not the height, my infinity. It’s pretty cool right?” “If I say yes will you let me down?” She asks and peeks a look at how high up in the air they are “Probably not?” Satoru says playfully and she glares at him. “Kidding, yes but you have to say it.”

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1996

Harumi was hoisted on top of her (favourite) cousin's shoulder, patting his head as she tugged his hair and he played along, falling into whatever direction she would tug. The girl may be five and it might be depressing to hear but she was the only reason Toji would ever come to these stupid fucking boring clan meetups. He was on babysitting duty mostly, his hand gripping Naoya’s shoulder to stop the boy from running off to insult some random person. Harumi was an angel, she sat high up on his shoulders and played with his hair, occasionally poking him in the eyes not that he cared.

When Toji first hoisted her up the girl panicked much to his own amusement, but she calmed down when she realised who she was with and that he wouldn’t let her fall. “Toji, Toji.” The five year old girl was a polar opposite to her older twin, Naoya was a complete brat that Toji believed needed a good beating, whilst his sister was a little angel who treated everyone kindly, which gave Toji a hard time believing that she was a Zenin. (He was finally convinced when she summoned a shadow after he complained about the heat.)

”What’s up kid?” He tilts his head upwards to look at her and she giggles before poking his lip scar. “Hungry,” she mumbles as both her small hands remain on his head. Naoya for the first time that day nodded, suddenly calm. “I’m hungry as well.”

Toji looks back and straightens his neck, it took him less than a second to find the snack bar, seeing as he towered over everyone. “Come on then,” he says, as he walks himself and Harumi towards the snack bar pulling Naoya along by his shoulder.

There were plenty of snacks and Toji released Naoya to pick up a plate, putting food he knew Harumi would like onto it (nothing sweet. Odd for a child but he understood.)

Toji raised a brow when Naoya slapped his hand away from a plate of coconut covered chocolate balls, “she’s allergic to coconuts. Are you trying to kill her?” Naoya scowls and Toji huffs amused, “guess the kid does have a heart.”

It would probably be the only nice thing he’d do for her but still, there was a heart in there somewhere.He took both kids back to the table that their other older brothers were sitting, placing the plates down and he helped them onto their seats.

Jinichi snickered when he saw his younger brother babysitting and Toji scowled at the man, snapping out of it when he felt a small hand tap him. “Yeah?” he looked down to see his little cousin holding a meatball out to him. He takes it and pops it into his mouth causing the young girl to smile before turning back around to finish her plate.

He hated the grip the kid had on his heartstrings, but she had perfect timing. Continuously snapping him out of brutal thoughts of smashing his brother’s face into a wall till his eyes popped out.

Toji could only wish that he could, but he knew his little cousin was just as disliked as him. For the same but opposite reasons. Toji had no cursed energy, none at all he gave it up for his heavenly restriction. Harumi was born with a technique so powerful she was like a cursed energy bank (and was hated purely because she’s a girl).

Which is probably why Gojo Satoru’s eyes were locked onto her as he stood between his parents. Waiting for the endless stream of people greeting them- him to just leave so he could ask, who the hell she was. And why did his head hurt so much looking at her (he wasn’t stupid he knew about the six eyes, his head never hurt looking at any other sorcerer.) what was the strange aura around her, why he wanted to talk to her.

Hours went by and he continued watching her, more subtly this time as she and what he assumed was her brother? Or cousin (he did seem a bit too old to be her brother), the two looked strangely alike. Everything except her grey eyes, he was sure Zenin had green eyes not grey. Not that it matter, he had already determined she was special, he hoped that they were the same. That she was like him, stronger than everyone around, powerful that no other could compare, he found himself hoping that for once he wasn’t alone in this.

He’d get to her by the end of the night, he swore to himself. But for now he’d be bored as a bunch of nobodies greeted him.

—

He watches his father groan and sit in his chair at their family table and tugs at his blue tie. “God I hate this stuff,” he mutters to his wife who chuckles and pats his arm comfortingly. Satoru took his chance, the girl was sitting alone, everyone was occupied in their conversations. He slips onto the floor silently but not enough that his parents don’t notice, “and where do you think you’re going?”

Satoru points to the girl, “to make friends?” He watches his father smirk and his mother giggle, “with the Zenin girl?”

This time it’s Satoru who raises a brow, “I thought we shouldn’t discriminate?” His mother gives him a look, “I want to talk to her.” Satoru says in a whiney voice that has his parents shooing him off. Smirking as they watch their son approach the girl, “I say by eighteen.” He says and hears his wife hum in response, “twenty-two.” She says.

They watch as their son greets the girl with a grin, Gojo Kumiko feels her heart melt when the girl smiles back at her son. Her husband snorts when Satoru takes her hand and forcefully drags her along with him, “maybe we were both wrong? She’s already meeting the parents,” he huffed a laugh when his wife smacked his shoulder. “Darling stop it, you’re not setting a great example for our future daughter in-law.” He teases.

Satoru weaves through the crowd, his hand holding the girls firmly as if he was certain she’d run off if given the chance. She allows him to drag her along and through the crowd of people’s legs before stopping at the table his parents are sitting at.

He stands before them with confidence, oblivious as to what his parents had been gossiping about. “Ma, dad this is Harumi.” Satoru says and Harumi waves at them with a smile, his parents glance down quickly at the way they’re holding hands. If they were any older it would’ve been different but for kids their age it was an adorable sight.

The girl— Harumi waves at them, a nervous smile playing on her lips. "Hi.."

His parents' hearts clench at the sound of her voice, soft, uneasy, cautious, as if she were unused to being recognised.

"Hi there sweetheart," Kumiko shuffles around her husband to get in front of Harumi.

"You're making her nervous," Satoru says to his mother when he feels Harumi squeeze his hand subconsciously. "She doesn't like talking."

"That's alright," The mother smiles.

A beat of silence passes, "you're really pretty."

All three Gojo's look at Harumi when she compliments Kumiko. "That's what I've been saying kid, woman doesn't believe me." Came Gojo Shouta's reply instead.

Harumi looks at him confusedly, "why not?"

She watches the man shrug, "something about how I'm her husband so I'm obligated to say it."

"That's stupid," Harumi looks at Satoru's mother again. "You're really really pretty."

From next to her, Satoru grins, happy that she was talking. "Thank you sweetheart," Kumiko smiles widely, cheeks slightly flushed by both her husband and Harumi's compliments.

"Alright kids, why don't you two sit and play.. Whatever kids play." Shouta suggests and it has both kids nodding as start moving around so that they can sit at the table.

Once again Satoru's six eyes stare into her aura, he couldn’t help but think it was pretty, splashes of grey and blue with a tinge of black. "Do you have a cursed technique?"

Satoru has both his parents glaring at him but he ignores it when she nods. "What is it?"

"Father calls it shadow manipulation, so I can make shadow do what I want." It was a lot more complicated than that, but her father had explained it to her with words she couldn't understand. "Can I see it?"

Satoru figured if he could figure out her technique it would explain why he felt so drawn to her, why his eyes strained looking at her. Harumi puts her left pointer finger on the table and all three Gojo's watch as the shadow from under the table shifts upwards towards her finger. Long shadowy tendril reaching up to wrap around her finger.

"I can't really control it properly," she mutters as the shadow retreats back under the table. All three of them looked impressed by her slight show of power and Satoru grinned. "So cool."

It was the first time his parents had seen him impressed by someone else's power, because for a nearly seven year old the boy was far too overconfident about his abilities.

"Harumi," a sudden call of her name had her freezing in place. It didn't go unnoticed by any of her company and Shouta glared when he spotted Zenin Naobito standing there.

"Zenin," it was the first time Satoru had ever heard his fathers voice so cold. "Gojo," Harumi had heard that tone a million times, mostly directed towards her.

She glanced over at her mother who stood beside her father and her all brothers bored stares. She assumed Toji had left, seeing as the man wasn't towering over everyone.

"Come here," Harumi obliged, quickly tugging her hand from Satoru's and slipping off the seat and onto the floor, she then moved to stand by her father. She stared at the ground, fingers fiddling with one another and Satoru felt his anger rise, proper anger, pure hate towards the man who had reduced his new friend to a timid girl with two words.

The spike of cursed energy didn't go unnoticed by the three adult sorcerers and Harumi's two older brothers. All of whom looked over at Satoru as he stared Naobito Zenin down, crystalline eyes gleaming with power and hate.

"Are you leaving?" Naobito scoffs at the question, "what does it have to do with you?"

"Answer the question," this time it was Shouta speaking. Both men were of equal status, both Special Grade 1 and Head of their clans. But Gojo Shouta was more skilled and smarter than Zenin Naobito, they'd both known that since they themselves were at Jujutsu Tech.

"No, we are not leaving." Naobito scowls. "Then she can stay with me," Satoru says, demanding.

Satoru and Naobito glare at each other, neither of them blinking. "Fine."

Harumi looks at her father confused and then glances at her mother who smiles then motions for her to go back and sit with her new friend. Slowly she walks back towards Satoru who continues to glare at her father.

Despite the distance between them now, Harumi flinches when her father raises his arms to cross them over his chest. This doesn't go unnoticed by the Gojo's who scowl when they realise. A tense silence passes before Naobito speaks again, "I expect you back at our table by nine."

Harumi glances at the clock, a whole hour to spare with her newest friend. "Yes father."

And with that Naobito and her brothers walk away, her mother lingers for a moment before walking off. "I'm so sorry—”

Satoru cuts off her apology, "I don't like him." Shouta hums in agreement and Kumiko rolls her eyes. "Are you alright dear?"

Harumi notices the question is pointed at her so she nods, "yes I'm fine... Thank you."

Satoru doesn’t hesitate to ask, “why did you flinch?”

Harumi freezes and Shouta clears his throat, “nevermind that kids. Harumi, why don’t you and Satoru go explore the estate.” He suggests.

”But I live here.” Satoru replies confused as to why his father was changing the subject. “Then show Harumi around.” This time his mother speaks and it has him nodding and getting up from his seat, obediently.

“This way then Harumi-san.”

—

Satoru laughs as Harumi clings to him, panicked, “get me down!”

The girl squeezes her eyes shut and holds him tighter. “It’s not funny!” Her panicked yelling only made him laugh further as he patted her head.

”Come on you have to admit this is pretty cool,” Satoru grins a bit funnily due to the broken tooth that left a space between the others.

”No,” Harumi mutters quickly, “not cool. Not cool, I hate heights.”

Satoru rolls his eyes. “Not the height, my infinity. It’s pretty cool right?”

“If I say yes will you let me down?” She asks and peeks a look at how high up in the air they are.

”Probably not?” Satoru says playfully and she glares at him. “Kidding, yes but you have to say it.”

”It’s cool,” She mutters, “now let me down.”

Satoru snorts as he lowers his infinity slowly dropping them onto the ground, “happy now your majesty?”

Harumi freezes all of a sudden when hears a bell chime, “What’s the time?” He shrugs before using his eyes to find a clock somewhere, crystalline eyes glimmering in the moonlight. “Nine.”

He raises a brow when she swears under her breath and runs back towards the main building that the gathering is being held in, “Harumi!” He calls out after her before darting forward to run behind her. For the first time in his life her was out of his league, someone was better than him at something. She was faster than he was, by a lot. Then he remembered his father talking about Zenin Naobito, and the only thing he acknowledged was that the man was fast. Inhumanly so.

Satoru assumed that was why she was so goddamn fast, racing in front of him in a dress. From what he heard his mother say, dresses were hard to do anything in. She’s always complaining about it and here Harumi was running through the Gojo estate as if she were a cheetah. “Slow down!”

She was gone. Gone and he hadn’t even seen it. “What the hell are they feeding her?”

Harumi had lost her new companion in her sprint back to the hall. She sat silently— ignoring the stare coming from the other side of the room— trying to focus on whatever new speech her father was lecturing her about running off.

Once her father backed off, Harumi groaned and rested her head on her mother’s side. The mother in question chuckled whilst brushing her fingers through her daughter’s silky hair. “So? What’s his name?” Zenin Reina finally speaks up, a soft and motherly tone as if she were whispering but sternly.

Harumi spared her mother a singular glance before huffing out, “Satoru.”

”The Gojo boy?”

Harumi hums in confirmation, burying herself further into her mother’s arms. “I’m glad you’ve made a friend, dear.”

”Not really a friend,” she muttered in response. “He thought it would be funny to use his.. technique to make us stand high in the air.”

Reina snorts in response and glances over at the boy who keeps glancing over at her, “right. Not friends.” The Zenin girl looked at her mother with a raised brow (a look she got from Reina), “what?”

“Why’d you say it like that?” Harumi asks confusedly, brows furrowing when her mother shrugs. “Nothing, nothing at all Sweet pea.”

"Right,” she says unconvinced when her mother flicks her nose. “You like him?”

Harumi nods, “he’s nice to me. More than most people.”

Reina smiles, “I’m glad. You’ve found yourself one hell of a friend, sweet pea.”

Satoru catches Harumi’s eyes finally and he grins before waving slightly.

”Yeah.” Harumi smiles and waves back slightly, “you’re right Mama.”

#silver medalist #gojo satoru x oc #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x original female character

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Afterthought

Request for @bobateadaydreams

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Female Reader

Summary: Reader and Stephen have broken up because of something Stephen did. Stephen knows he fucked up is trying everything he can to show reader how he is sorry. Unfortunately, the reader is pissed at him, like REALLY pissed at him, so it's not an easy task. Stephen has turned to everyone for help like Wong, America, even Peter...But alas nothing works, so what will it take to mend their relationship?

“Tell me again how we got here?” You raise a brow at your ex as you held your hand up between the two with a fire spell cast. It lit up your faces in very dark cave surroundings. Your back was pressed against the cave wall and you were chest to chest with Stephen.

“The kid...” Stephen grumbled and tried to shimmy away from you due to the close proximity.

“Peter?” You furrowed your brows.

Stephen sighed and eventually gave up, “Yeah...Look, I’m sorry...About this...I asked the kid to help me with...A project and obviously it backfired.” Stephen leaned back against the cave wall.

“Was the project putting us in a crazy situation that you rescue me and I forgive you?” You raise a brow.

Stephen let out a low chuckle, “Not exactly. But I know how much you like danger.”

You smirk, “That’s one good thing you remembered.”

Stephen smiled at you and slowly leaned toward you. You pressed your hand on his chest and pushed him back against the wall. “Nope.”

“Bad timing?”

“Absolutely.”

The cave began to rumble and the cloak moved up to cover both of your heads. When the rumbling stopped, you opened your eyes when you noticed a faint glow. You looked up to see the cave ceiling glow from blue crystals embedded.

You gasped softly and managed to get out of the small cavern you and Stephen were stuck in. You helped Stephen out and followed the glowing path.

“What kind of crystals are they? I’ve never seen such things...” Stephen smiled at its’ beauty.

You gently put your hand on his arm and he immediately felt his heart skip a beat. “Shh, not so loud, they’re sleeping.” You whisper.

“They?” Stephen furrowed his brows.

“Weeping Crystal Spiders. Their carapace or shells, are covered in these crystals, it’s how they lure their prey. But if you’re quiet enough they won’t notice you, they’re also blind, so if one does come down onto the ground, don’t move.” You explained.

“God I could listen to you for hours...” Stephen blurted out softly. He blushed at the realization and you rolled your eyes.

“Stephen...”

“It’s true. You’re so brilliant.”

“You must’ve hit your head.” You let his arm go and began to walk ahead.

Stephen stood there and watched you walk on. He sighed softly and his cloak tugged him toward you. He followed carefully behind you.

“There should be an opening here somewhere that we can escape.” You stood there and looked up to see if you could find a hint of sunlight.

“Let me try my sling ring again.” Stephen said but you were quick to stop him.

“The less noise the better.” You reminded him.

Stephen let out a soft noise feeling your fingers on his scarred ones. You turned around and noticed his expression. You two stared at each other, unsure of what to do. You were so angry at him and you had finally calmed down from what he did. From how he treated you, like an afterthought. But gods he looked so beautiful in this light. You pulled your hand away gently and gave him a small smile. “Maybe when we’re not in a spider’s nest, we can talk.”

“I would love that.”

You found a path out and created a bottomless cage of insects and cast it far away from the two of you to distract the spiders. The cave rumbled again and the spiders ran toward the cage. You began to climb the wall of the cavern toward the sunlight. Stephen wasn’t far behind you, but you could heard him struggling. You stopped and grabbed his hand in yours, “Climb with me.”

You whispered a spell to create gloves on his hands to shield them. The two of you made it out and a portal appeared right as you helped Stephen up. Wong and Peter rushed out and Wong teleported all of you back at the Sanctum.

You stumbled back slightly at the sudden change of plain and the cloak was quick to catch you. “Thanks...” You chuckled at the fabric that helped you stand up. The cloak returned to its’ owner who wouldn’t stop staring at you. Whatever Wong and Peter was saying was muffled to Stephen as the only thing that mattered was you.

Fuck it...Stephen thought and walked toward you and wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his head on your shoulder. He hugged you tightly and you blushed at the soft embrace. It was the first time you’d ever felt such affection from him. You smiled softly and gently ran your hands down his back.

“Don’t leave.” Stephen said with a shaky breath.

“As many times as you piss me off you’ll never get rid of me...Guess I’m the fool.” You sighed.

At this, Stephen pulled back and cupped your face. He saw the tears forming in your eyes, “I’m the fool, for not seeing your love and your care for me...I’m so sorry...”

You didn’t know what to say, you looked away from him to hold back your tears from falling. Stephen gently cupped your chin and brushed your nose against his. “May I?” You nodded slowly and you felt his rough and cold lips against yours. You kissed him back softly and wrapped your arms around his neck. Stephen wrapped his arms around your waist and continued to kiss you, savoring the sweet taste of your lips.

When he finally pulled his lips from yours, he pressed slow kisses along your jawline. “Mmm...Stephen...” You let out a soft sigh.

“Does this mean I’m forgiven?” Stephen teased.

“Mmm, maybe, we’ll see.” You chuckled.

Stephen moved his lips to press kisses along your neck and roamed his hands along the curves of your hips.

“I take it the plan went well?” Peter chimed in finally.

Stephen froze and pulled back from you. You smirked and raised a brow at Stephen. “Mhm.” Stephen simply replied and turned to realize that Wong and Peter had been standing there the whole time. Peter had a grin on his face and Wong gave him a nod. Stephen then noticed America giving Peter a thumbs up.

“Alright, show’s over!” Stephen moved to scoop you up in his arms and carried you bridal style. You laughed softly when he walked up the stairs toward the second floor of the Sanctum and toward his bedroom.

Maybe he could finally make it up to you...

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☠️ Clipped Wings: Chapter Six

Clipped Wings: After living a life in seclusion due to an over protective father, you sneak away to experience life as it really is. Slowly building up the woman you always wanted to be, your quiet life is interrupted when you meet a rather elastic boy and his crew. This is just the beginning of trouble and your carefully crafted life starts to crumble around you. The past never really stays in the past, and now it has come knocking. In more ways than one.

Warnings: Explicit Language, Explicit Material (Unprotected Sex is a No No).

To Note: Dracule Mihawk x Reader, NAMED!FemReader, Some physical features have been given (hair & eye color).

Word Count: ~2.4k

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Your cheeks were still very much flushed as you stood in front of Mihawk in just your bra, underwear and stockings. Naturally, you felt shy about your body. No one but your nannies had seen you like this, but Mihawk… Mihawk was staring at you with appreciation. He stared at you like he was pleased by what he saw. Yes, you were far too skinny for his taste and bone protruded in places, but you were still a very gorgeous woman. You shifted from one foot to the other, your black eyelashes fluttering while you rubbed your arm.

“Must you stare?” You softly questioned, averting your eyes from his hawkish and predatory ones. Mihawk raised a dark eyebrow and his lips twitched at the corner.

“Indeed I must, little bird,” He drew out, eyes raking over your body and tracing all the lines he wished to explore with his mouth. Finding all the places he planned on marking. He was a possessive lover, you’d find that out soon enough, but as his eyes lingered upon your love flushed face, they tightened at something he saw. He held out his hands to you. “Come,”

You blinked once more, eyebrows scrunching in confusion at what he wanted you to do, but stepped forwards and placed your hand in his. When your delicate fingers slipped into his, Mihawk enclosed his larger ones around yours and pulled you to him. You stumbled forwards, shins catching the chair he sat in. With a definite lack of grace you found your knees straddling Mihawk’s thighs while you practically sat on his bulging and throbbing cock. If your face wasn’t blistered, it was now! Breathing heavily from the sudden movement shocking you, you stared wide-eyed into his. He didn’t speak as he raised his other hand to brush the hair from your forehead. There at point of your hairline was an ugly scar, thick and slightly raised.

“Who hurt you?” There was a tightness in his voice that you failed to notice and you just looked at him confusion before raising your own hand to brush your fingers over his. You felt your old scar. Well to most it would probably look like you had been struck in the head by an object.

“A boat,” You answered, brows scrunching again. “At least that is what I think happened, it knocked me out and things get a little fuzzy when I try and remember exactly what happened.” Your soft voice soothed the building agitation within Mihawk, for at this point he knew that you wouldn’t even think to lie to him about such a thing. You hadn’t been struck in the forehead. No one needed to die. “I was lost in a bad storm, but a fishing vessel saved me.” You further explained before lowering your hand to his shoulder and tracing the collar of his jacket. “I would not have let someone hit me if that’s what you are concerned about.”

“Forgive me for thinking otherwise, little bird, as you are but a pretty song bird among poachers.” That made you chuckle. You were quite petite compared to most men around you, your near death at sea all those months ago was still lingering. But you weren’t defenseless. Not anymore.

“Then they should be vary of my talons,” You informed him, your finger tracing intricate stitching. “And I am learning how to bite.” An amusing thought, as you really were just a waif compared to those that wandered the Blues… He slid his fingers from your hairline into raven strands and pulled your lips to his, kissing your lips with consuming hunger. He caught you in the middle of a breath and sucked it from your lungs, breathing an aphrodisiac fire into you until you were just as hungrily kissing back. You liked the taste of wine on his tongue and reveled in the euphoria his lips burned onto yours.

He deepened the kiss, swiping his tongue along the seam of your lips to nudge them apart. You parted them and were consumed by the feeling of Mihawk kissing you so deeply that your thoughts spun. His fingers landed on your hips and skillfully traced up your sides before roaming to your back. Strong hands roamed the ridges of your spine and dips where gently padding should have rounded out your figure to gorgeousness. Mihawk’s touch upon your body seared with lightning kisses that rivaled the ones currently ravaging your own.

Without missing a beat in ravishing your delectable lips, Mihawk’s fingers skillfully unhooked your bra and proceeded to push the garment from your shoulders. When the straps tugged on your arms, your lips separated and you let him pull your bra from your body all the while staring into his intense yellow gaze. You wanted to clutch your arms to your chest in modesty, but he didn’t let you. No, Mihawk wanted to see all of your body so he grabbed one wrist and held your waist firmly, admiring you perched so prettily on his lap. Your face was painfully hot beneath his gaze and a frightful burn simmered just below your skin.

“Stunning,” Mihawk declared, running his thumb along your flesh. You were a work of art, truly! Bruises, bumps, and scars alike, you were a muse that ought to be painted and sculpted by the greatest of artisans. Or at the very least, painted by Mihawk’s mouth. You flushed beneath his gaze, barely able to stand the indentured scrutiny (appreciation) of the man. Surely you weren’t that pleasing to look at. Mihawk clearly thought so, and took his time, following all your curves and divots with reverence. Pleasure tricked from every nerve ending he touched with his bedeviled hands and you nearly gasped when Mihawk pressed his lips to the side of your neck.

Back arching, your breasts pressed against his chest while you grappled at Mihawk’s shoulder and hand. How could just a simple touch of lips against your neck feel so nice? You didn’t know, nor cared. You let out a beautiful sigh and curled your fingers into dark curls, half tempted to pull off Mihawk’s feathered hat so you could fully bury your fingers into his hair. You voiced your complaint.

“Your hat is in my way,” You softly grumbled, feeling Mihawk’s mouth travel across your flesh with soft kisses and little bites. The moment he heard your words his teeth nipped a little harder and you jerked in his arms. That was one bite that’d leave marks behind.

“And your underwear is in mine,” Mihawk spoke against your flesh, pleased that it was already showing the evidence of his adoration. “Touch my hat and your underwear goes, darling.” He warned. Mihawk was not opposed to going slow to avoid hurting you, but there were some things he wouldn’t let you get away with. Touching his hat was one of them. Your eyelashes fluttered as you thought over his words, and then your gaze flickered up to said hat. It was black, wide brimmed, and had a stark white feather billowing out from the side. You were acting before thinking, plucking the hat from Mihawk’s dark curls to place it on your own head.

It was too big for you, of course, and dwarfed your lovely face. Mihawk, fully intending in following through with his promise, couldn’t help but take a moment to appreciate how pleasing it was to see you wearing his hat. You truly looked divine. But your underwear now had to go so he made quick of that job. In an awkward lurch, you held onto the hat with one hand while shifting against the underwear being dragged down your legs. You ended up falling against Mihawk’s chest as your underwear was yanked from your ankles and tossed to the side.

“A promise is a promise, little bird,” Mihawk purred in your ear, already basking in the heat of your bare cunt. “Heed them.” What was meant to only be a simple warning that Mihawk was a man of his word, had somewhat of an opposite effect. You began giggling.

“Oh that is the first impression I had of you,” You replied, removing your face from his shoulder and settling your fingers along his jaw. You drew your pointer fingers along edge of his beard, appreciating how neat it was, before finding dark curls you could wind around your fingers. “But your hat really was in my way,”

“Your naiveté is going to put you in a situation you cannot get out of one day,” He told you, hands quickly finding your thighs. His touch roamed your soft flesh and without even so much of a warning, Mihawk slid his fingers through the folds of your cunt. You jolted in place, startled by his touch and surprised by how good it felt. Making a noise in the back of your throat, your fingers twitched within his black hair. Heat burned in your cheeks from Mihawk’s intimate touch and it only grew worse when that touch turned to stroking. One hand abandoning luscious black locks, you gripped his shoulder and sputtered on a moan. Mihawk didn’t like that you had tried to keep your moan quiet. He was quite insulted by that actually. “And neither should you smother your sounds.”

This time when his fingers found a particularly sensitive area of your flesh you stopped biting down on your lip and let out a ragged moan. A pleasure unlike anything you’d ever felt was radiating from your cunt and spreading warmth and need throughout your body. Just the sounds you made had Mihawk’s cock aching, swelling painfully and twitching at the noises you made. Smirking and truly enjoying watching and feeling your reactions from just a simple touch, Mihawk continued to stroke your body, allowing his fingers to circle your clit and coax more inflaming sensations. You were nearly clenching his wrist with your thighs, and your face. Such a pretty little thing you were, perched on his lap with your face washed with pleasure.

You breathed heavier, your hips jerking every few seconds as pleasure made shockwaves ripple down your legs. But seeing you like this wasn’t enough. Mihawk moved on from just a simple touch, sliding a finger into your hot, narrow channel and basking in your immediate reaction. You sweetly gasped, fingers digging further into his scalp. It was another odd sensation, feeling fingers within your body, but it felt absolutely divine at the same time. You wanted more. So much more. So you rocked your hips into his fingers, moaning further as they went deeper into your cunt and curled to find just the right places to spark further pleasure. When your head dropped back, exposing the expanse of your mostly unmarked neck, Mihawk’s yellow eyes flashed and he dove back down. He scraped his teeth against your flesh, biting only briefly before sucking hard. You cried out this time, tugging on his hair and squirming in place.

Oh the things your body was feeling.

Warm all over, you felt like your cheeks were sweltering as liquidfire consumed your lower extremities. Something within your body was struggling for release, clawing at a cage that held it at bay… but you weren’t sure what. Caught in between a whimper and a grunt, you bucked your hips against Mihawk’s devilish touch once more and raked your fingers across his scalp.

“Mihawk,” The calling of his name practically dripped from your lips like the finest of wines, and Mihawk’s hunger for you only grew. It wasn’t enough to kiss you, to touch you, he wanted to be inside. In what you considered a stingy move, Mihawk withdrew his touch from your hot and clenching channel. You gaped at your loss and felt like screaming. Dropping your head back down, you stared in bewilderment at the man for ceasing that pleasure when you felt on the cusp of something incredible. You nearly went off on him for doing so! But then your eyes connected with his. His yellow eyes were burning with internal flames, hungry ones has ravaged and consumed all they touched.

“Nothing good comes from rushing, little bird,” Mihawk purred, nipping at your jaw and then ear. Over all he was being quite smug from seeing the markings on your neck. It painted quite a possessive claim upon your untouched body. You made a face.

“What was I rushing!?” You huffed out, entirely innocent to the meaning of Mihawk’s words. “That was feeling so nice and you had to go and stop!?” This time Mihawk couldn’t help but laugh at you. Your innocence was truly endearing.

“And deprive myself the pleasure of being within you upon your first experience of orgasm little bird?” Your eyes went wide as you had not taken that into account. In fact, you’d entirely forgotten about orgasms. The books you’d read were all clinical and it wasn’t like the sex workers had been forthcoming with information. “I think not.”

“That’s still mean,” You bravely stated. Mihawk chuckled again and his smirk widened.

“Oh darling, you don’t want me to be intentionally mean.” He spoke, reaching up to take your chin in hand. There was something within his eyes that made a shiver run up your spine. Predator. Oh yes, something slumbered within this man, something dangerous. You weren’t blind to that… you ought to be wary of that feeling, but in this moment you truly felt that he meant you no harm. “Now,” Mihawk continued, his eyes scanning your partially covered face. “As lovely as it is to see you wearing my hat, it obscures your stunning eyes and that in itself is a tragedy.”

While you stared into Mihawk’s eyes, he moved his grasp from your chin to the hat perched atop your head. In one swift move, he plucked it and tossed it to the side, revealing your gorgeous face and sparkling amethyst eyes. His hand returned to your chin and he took a moment to brush his thumb across the crest of your cheekbone. You truly did have a natural beauty to you, in mind and appearance. The hand Mihawk had placed upon your hip, pulled your hot and soft cunt against his throbbing erection. You gasped, eyes going wide at the feeling of his cock pressed against your own throbbing flesh combined from the dampness of both your bodily fluids. It made the ache within your body worse. The muscles in your thighs clenched and you swallowed hard.

“Are you going to make me stare into your eyes the entire night?” You questioned faintly, feeling like you might just crumble beneath his gaze after all. Mihawk brushed your lip with his thumb, amusing dancing within his eyes.

“A tempting thought, little bird.” He told you, his mind contemplating all the ways he was planing on having you. “But I think I shall like to have you like this first.”

Date Published: 10/28/23

Last Edit: 10/28/23

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