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atinystaypixie · 1 year ago

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Puppet Master

Summary: Your viewers love every sex product you make and are always excited to see you personally use and promote them on your stream. Your new sex doll is guaranteed to make them crazy. But, of course that's not all to it.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI!!, Sex streamer reader, loosely based on canon Choso, "sex doll" Choso, sex, Choso licks readers tears, Choso fucks readers throat, sex while standing, reader is denied orgasm once, NOT PROOFREAD

Word Count: 1.8k+

Everyone thank @calibabii21 because my mootie tootie is the only reason I didn't scrap this whole fic🥰

EXTREMELY late entry to Pixie's Spooktober

They loved every product you introduced to the market. No one had a better line of sex toys than you. The various sized dildos in different colors and shapes, the pocket pussies that felt all too real down to the warmth and wetness, the clit catering vibrators, the vibrating cock rings. There was something for everyone and you made it your dedication to expand on your products.

Fans couldn’t get enough of you especially when you were one to personally demonstrate your new toys. They waited eagerly every week for your lives to start. Every second had them on edge this week because they knew you were finally revealing your newest item. Your horny audience couldn’t wait to see what it was. You told them this would be like no other, something that you put a lot of time and effort into. There were comments already flooding in while the clock ticked, so many guesses on what you were going to reveal, so many eager bodies wanting to give you their money already.

Three, two, one….

“Hi, my lustful loves!” Your lingerie adorned body appeared on their screens greeting them with your bright smile. Someone so pretty making such dirty toys always was the part that drove them crazy. Many wished they were fucking you and some practically were. As a thank you for all the support, your milestone toy release was a limited edition replica of your cunt. They went crazy over it and you sold out within the first hour of the release.

“As promised, I have a very special reveal today. This is the first of its kind and different from my usual products. I really can’t wait to see what you think.” Your body goes out of shot for a second before you are seen dragging a chair with a life-size figure in it. Chimes and comments roll in fast and it makes you giggle at how excited your audience has become.

“This is a sex doll, BUT not just any sex doll. Meet C.H.O.S.O. short for Charmingly Handsome Operative Sex Official.” A little giggle leaves you. “His name is silly, but don’t be mistaken. Choso is my first edition sex doll. He is programmed to fuck you better than anyone or anything else. He is AI programmed and adapts to its user being able to learn everything about you within the first twenty seconds of interaction.” You pause and read the comments again.

“Okay, okay. I get it, I’ll stop talking so much and get to fucking. It seems all of you are eager for this one, so many of you can’t even wait through the simple introduction.” You laugh again at their eagerness. They’ve been waiting for the reveal and can’t wait to see what CHOSO is capable of. You power him on and connect him and just as you said, within twenty seconds he knew exactly what you needed to be fucked properly.

Without saying a word, Choso stood towering over you with hooded eyes. It felt like time stopped with the way you froze waiting for him to do something. Everyone was anticipating what he would do, the tension was thick and had you clenching your thighs.

In a split second, he grabbed you by your neck and spun you around with your back touching his front. His grip was firm, blunt fingernails grazing the sides of your neck as he held you. He locked eyes with you on camera before ripping your lingerie in half. The frail material tearing to reveal your pretty skin, your breast spilling out with a bounce, your slit coming into the view for your viewers.

He tilts your head back with his fingers sliding to your jaw, the hold making it go slack allowing him to maneuver it until your lips are parting. His lips pucker and soon after his spit is falling into your pried open jaw, he doesn’t let you close your mouth yet, instead three of his thick fingers are pushed in fucking his spit down your throat. They were so deep that your gurgles and gags were the only thing heard through the screen. His void eyes watch how your wet mouth takes his fingers in, an unnoticeable smirk forming on his lips before he abruptly pulled them out.

You’re panting with saliva leaking from the corners of your mouth, your eyes unfocused and body loose willing to bend to any position Choso has planned for you. Your knees hit the floor before you can register that you are sinking, his large dick coming into eye level with you. You’re positioned so that they can see what is about to happen.

“Open,” for the first time, he speaks. His voice caught everyone off guard making the comments blow up again. They were so excited you never got to explain just how life like Choso was, he was practically human. He guides himself into your mouth, it isn’t nice, it isn’t gentle, he’s nasty.

His hands are on either side of your head and just as quick as he pushes in, he is pulling out. A brutal pace being set, bubbles of spit popping from the corners of your mouth from the heavy thrusts he’s giving you. His tip is abusing the back of your throat so good your eyes are rolling back and your hands are clawing at his thighs trying to steady yourself. His void eyes are looking down at you, his balls slap against your chin with every insert back into the depths of your warm cavern. His thrust slows and he pulls out of your mouth showing the thick slob connecting his dick to your tongue, chimes from tips ring loudly upon seeing that. He’s making a mess of you, and he’s barely even started yet.

His hand wraps around his coated member and taps it against your muscle, it’s slippery. He circles his tip from your tongue to your lips. The motion is slow, deliberate and makes your pussy leak. He doesn’t warn you, all you feel is your head snatched back onto him. He holds you there, not thrusting, not bobbing your head, just stretching your throat out on his heavy dick. He’s long and girthy, perfect for fucking your walls in. He’s barely touched your body and you can feel your slick running down your thighs.

Tears start to leak from your eyes and that’s when Choso pulls you off his dick. He leans down and places a long lick on your cheek catching the tears. His tongue starts from your chin and ends at the side of your eye. A sweet kiss being left there makes your heart jump. He’s messing with your head and bad. Using you like a slut then treating you gently.

You love it.

He helps you to your feet and you take a second to wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. A wobbly smile being thrown to the camera before Choso is sitting in a chair with you on top of him. He lifts you so that your torso is little further over his shoulder, your pussy is on display to your viewers. You feel his hands grab your ass cheeks and jiggle them making your folds open and close, your glistening pussy being flashed teasing them.

You hiss at a pressured swipe of his finger passing over your hole and stopping at your clit. The pressure has you whining and squirming but he doesn’t let up and rubs at your clit more. Your viewers are watching intently as your core gets exposed to them.

The stinging on your ass cheek makes you jump, an unexpected sharp slap landing. They’re heavy and loud, not giving your brain time to differentiate between where you were being hit. Your cries are cut off with a hoarse moan when two fingers sink inside of you. Unlike to how he roughly fucked your throat, his fingers massage your insides. They’re curling and rubbing the inside of your walls so well it’s tickling your brain.

“Ngghhh! Choso, I’m going to cum!” Your whines reach his ears making him scoff.

“Only on my dick.” His arms hook under your knees as he stands with your arms loosely around his neck. Your eyes go cross from the stretch, your pussy opening with convulsions. Choked whimpers pick up on the mic making the viewers stuck between wishing they were either you or Choso when they see him rise to his feet with you in his arms. His strength keeping you from falling out his hold.

His glistening dick is seen pulling almost fully out of you before he swings your hips to meet his. The plopping of your bodies echos perfectly with the squelching of your slick walls, the uncontrollable moans slipping pass your lips, Choso’s raspy grunts, the hypnotizing view of the strong sex doll fucking you while holding you up off the ground. Your head tilted back with your jaw dropped from how good he felt inside of you. Being denied earlier only made the pleasure better, your whole system felt overwhelmed with ecstasy.

“Choso….Choso please…”

“Go ahead. Be a good slut and cum on my dick.” Your arms tighten around his neck and your hips hump up and down chasing the building release. Tears are running down your cheek again, but that’s not the wetness anyone is focused on. It’s the sound of droplets hitting the floor and the wetness spraying on Choso from your cunt that has everyone’s attention.

It takes a moment for your ears to stop wringing and your vision to return from white. Choso gently sits you back at the edge of the bed and returns to the chair you originally had him placed.

“Are you satisfied?” He prompted while looking forward.

“Y-yes. Power…power off.” You are still trying to catch your breath while instructing him. Your attention returns to the chat after a moment.

“Please look forward to the upcoming release of CHOSO. I don’t think I’ve been fucked like that in a while. Join me next week again on Puppet Master. Thank you for watching! Until then, my lustful loves!” You blow a kiss to the viewers and end the stream.

You turn to look at Choso and your body sinks to your knees. Your bright eyes turn dark as your limbs stiffen. Choso rises from his seat and stretches before walking to stand over you. His fingers wrap around your chin turning your head side to side examining you.

“It’s a reason you’re my favorite puppet. Always making me so much money.” He roughly lets go of your chin and walks away into the bathroom to clean himself.

No one needed to know that the actual sex dolls were the hundreds of girls on the site created and ran by him. No one needed to know that the C.H.O.S.O doll being released was modeled after the true creator.

They never needed to know the secrets of the real Puppet Master.

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Thoughts of a Slutty Virgin~🧚🏾‍♀️

Okaaay!! That's the final fic for my first Spooktober🥳👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾

It's late, what's new, anyways ENJOY!!

Pixie's Masterlist

Taglist: @444ghosty @un-lawliet @witchbybirth @tophamhat-kyo @nobianna

Taglist is back open if anyone is interested!

None of the images used are owned by me. Credit to original creators and owners. I think I need to start saying that💜

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #choso #choso smut #anime smut

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mecachrome · 8 months ago

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landoscar ao3 stats — 2023 overview

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retrieved ~sometime in march 2024

methodology: scraped metadata for every fic in the landoscar tag and...... that's it. however one important constraint is that all temporal data is date updated (not posted), so the above timeline isn't exactly a true representation of fic growth but rather how many fics were last-updated at that time. of course this is still its own reflection of fandom health in a way since dead fandoms don't update old fic but well... it's just not quite the same!

this is just info about general trends, fic content, tags etc... so nothing about kudos/comments or any authors specifically

i decided to focus solely on fics last-updated in 2023 (unless otherwise mentioned) because i wanted a tidy set that i can maybe compare & contrast in a year's time, because i expect a lot of details to look different then (tho as stated above this set isn't exactly static... 🤷‍♀️)

ngl i had to re-scrape a bunch of times because i forgot about it for like 3 weeks and then there were 100 new fics 😭 so if there are some minor discrepancies across the post it's because of that halfskh.

also i wanted to include more global comparisons (aka how 814 stack up against the f1 rpf tag in general), but this is also considerably difficult in some contexts since i can't exactly scrape 31,000+ fics can i... or i didn't even want to entertain the thought of trying to do so!!!

why did i do this? who knows.

anyway here's some viz T__T

ship growth

as evidenced in the opening graph, landoscar have been a very fast-growing ship over the past year — although interestingly enough they didn't really start growing substantially until july / the ~better half~ of the 2023 season. here are two views showing their "growth" (by date updated) alongside two other ships on the fringes of the f1 rpf top 10 (sebchal & galex):

landoscar are very much on-track to surpass them and officially enter the top 10 soon, likely before mid-april ❗️ :o

ship characteristics

onto the ship content — another thing i was mildly curious about was how landoscar differs in certain areas from other f1 ships, or the f1 rpf "global" average you could say. for example, here's a breakdown of rating popularity in their ao3 tag:

seeing as explicit is their most common rating, and that i don't necessarily expect this to be true for all ships/fandoms, i compared these percentages with the general f1 rpf tag to see whether some ratings are more commonly represented in 814 fic than average, which produced interesting results:

do lando ships simply skew more HornyTM in general? is it oscar? a secret third thing??? who knows... actually i think it would be fun to do more analysis in this direction but that can wait for another time!!!

similarly i also wanted to see which ships are the most "public" on ao3, as in have the highest share of fic that isn't user-locked... i will refrain from peppering in my feelings about the 4th wall too heavy-handedly but i was curious to see whether some sort of perhaps... er, generational gap (?) of sorts between ships that are more public vs. not could be identified. however i don't pretend to have any takeaways from this LOL i conclude absolutely nothing. (for ref landoscar is currently 72% public, vs. a global avg of 63%)

note that this graph is current stats, not filtered for 2023

looking at relationship tags, i also wanted to know whether landoscar suffer noticeably from Second-Ship Syndrome, so i tallied the first-tagged ship of every fic to find out. i know this doesn't necessarily mean that it's always the "main" ship but it's a good enough approximation. the results were quite positive!

filtered to top ships with count of >1 only

i then also calculated the number of ships tagged for each fic to discern the profile of multi-shipping in 814 ficdom; i did have to do a little bit of string standardization (all instances of implied / background / hinted collapsed to hinted for simplicity's sake + removal of other redundancies), but otherwise i left everything mostly untouched.

as you can see, landoscar also have a fairly promising amount of OTP: TRUE fic:

by the time you get to the fics with 10+ ships tagged, landoscar are less likely to be the primary ship, which makes sense just on a basic statistical level... this is also a very small sample size though

i also lazily tallied the 10 most common ships that weren't NOR/PIA or NOR & PIA to diff their shares of the 814 tag vs. of the general f1 rpf tag, to see which other pairings are more represented in the 814 tag than on average (because lestappen are the most popular by pure count but this is also true of fandom in general, so it would be a misrepresentation to say that their popularity is out of the ordinary):

maxiel's gap isn't really that surprising since i think that, generationally, in terms of when both pairings were teammates there is quite a gap; with carlando—actually let me tally this again but including all instances of "implied" and "past" as being part of the same ship, since that's how ao3 tag-wrangles as well:

Aha ! obviously as a direct ship there is competition between 814 and other lando or oscar ships, but this difference is somewhat less pronounced once we include all formats. tbh none of this really means anything but i thought i'd add it anyway... (it's also very possible that there are several errors in this, in which case my b 😔)

before we move on to additional tags, there are a few more basic characteristics of 814 fic we can calculate. i realize i never offered an overview of Super Basic Stats, so here are a few:

plus, looking at word counts, here is a distribution of those in 2023-updated fic, which shows that a majority of 814 fics were under the 5k mark:

85% of landoscar fics were under 10k & nearly 97% under 25k

i don't really have any reason to believe that landoscar's wc stats differ significantly from average ? so this is kind of just Data To Have Data, and it most likely reflects normal ao3 trends in general... but i thought i'd include it anyway because i already made it lol. similarly, here are word count distributions but stratified by rating:

& same info but heat map view:

i feel like this is also probably something you'd find across fandom in general — that gen fic is likely to have a higher share of under 1k works, since Building Up to sexual content often takes... Literal & Metaphorical Foreplay ! and the longer a fic is the more opportunities an author has to include a sex scene or other explicit content (ofc, not necessarily just porn but also graphic violence & so on). but i thought this was fun to visualize haha

additional tags & aus?

back in my old f1 rpf stats post, i made a table comparing fluff/angst "ratios" (not exactly a direct ratio because of how tag wrangling works, but an approximation) of the most popular f1 ships, and now that landoscar are somewhat popular i thought i'd first do an update:

also current data, not 2023 to make things easier

just like before, simi are one of the most fluffy ships and brocedes are by far the most angsty, but it's interesting to see 814 also extremely high up on the charts, with far and away the lowest % of angst. will be exciting 2 see how that holds or changes as the seasons progress !

finally, i also wanted to do a bit of au/additional tag analysis because you can kind of see this when you use additional filters on ao3 but the previews are limited and get bogged down by the prevalence of *checks notes* Fluff, Angst, PWP, Anal Sex and what have you. which are nice stats to have and all but what of the rest !

disclaimer that the set for these tables is a biiiit outdated because by the time i'd wrangled everything i was like I Am Not Changing It Again. unfortunately i clean my data with shoddy queries and regex functions in googsheetz...

there were 48 tags with at least 10 instances from 2023 fics, shown below, with ones that are (some ~vaguely) nsfw in red just to kind of get a rough sense of which tags get commonly used in M/E fic:

getting a bit too much into small sample size / specific fic territory so if you're an author i sincerely apologize for that... do not mean 2 put u on blast... TT__TT but i also tried to tally the most popular aus people write for 814, which is a bit dubious because people tag in really different ways and i had to accommodate for a lot of string formats but ... it's close enough ! (?)

i feel like this is very little interesting info but idk what else to add so i will stop here for now... well!!! if you made it to the end i hope u learned something or even vaguely enjoyed reading T__T and most of all thank you :')

#*s #landoscar #in a sense 😔#tfw don't have a tableau license so i live life on the edge across multiple unsaved desktop public files......#if ur interested in anything specific pls lmk before my computer inevitably Dies and deletes everything...!#this is so useless nsdflshdfh. Anyway

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cod-dump · 10 months ago

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I MUST KNOW: Horangi & Konig's AO3s! their account names, favorite fandoms, favorite tropes (including NSFW hehe)--please! I loved that recent post 👉🏽👈🏽

Horangi’s account name is so obvious. Everyone that knows him in real life just know it’s him when they see the name. He has no shame, he’s very proud of himself. He’s not in actual fandoms, he writes things for very small fandoms or he is the fandom of a very niche, unknown movie or series. But Horangi does write fics of people he knows in real life. Again, the man has no shame.

He loves a good ‘there was only one bed’, fucking loves modern or fantasy AUs (depends on the setting for the movie/series). He wrote a fantasy AU for a Sim household with sex pollen. He posted that shit on the official KorTac server and got an ear full when Hutch took it down (he read it, of course he did). He has made so many fics with König getting down with characters from his fandoms. König knows, he’s immune by this point.

König only has an AO3 because Horangi kept sending him the fics he had written about him from there. He finally just made one to make things easier and now he just critiques everything Horangi writes and gets into arguments with people in the comments. His user is Pillowcaseman or something like that.

König is not in any fandoms, he just reads whatever Horangi writes and then complains about it later. He will admit he likes the ‘fluff and smut’ tag but he will never admit that. König has read the most heinous fics and is just unable to stop reading them. He read the first fic Horangi sent him out of curiosity and was floored by what it was about. Now he feels the need to comment ‘I hate you’ on every fic involving him that Horangi has made.

Worst part is that some of Horangi’s fans are now making their own fics about König (who they are thoroughly convinced is an OC). He’s so mad that some of them are actually really good and he’s even more pissed about Horangi sharing them with everyone on KorTac. Hutch was the first to get them then he sends them out (he’s an accomplice who sternly believes ‘If I had to see it so do you’).

König will never write anything other than hate comments. But Horangi is convinced he can get him to write something. He just has to get him to his breaking point.

#call of duty #modern warfare #kim horangi hong jin #cod könig #colonel könig #darnell hutch hutchinson #ask #thanks for the ask <3 #kortac #kortac operators

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giggly-bun · 13 days ago

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Liar Liar {SatoSugu}

A/N [WARNING THIS IS A TICKLE FIC] if you don’t like it, don’t read it. Sorry for any mistakes that i’ve made but i hope if you read this I hope you enjoy it. yes i have officially written for jjk ! i have been in immense hyper fixation for the longest time and im afraid i will only write for them for a while muhaha! no beta we die like blobkuna >:) - bunny 🔮

The curse alarms rang through the dorms, alerting all students and faculty to the high use of cursed energy throughout the building. A safety precaution, merely to stop any threats of unsuspecting curse attacks, but now? Now the blaring was caused by none other than Jujutsu High’s own students. The ringing of the bell thumped in time with the pounding of Gojo’s heart rate, as he raced through what felt like never-ending hallways.

Behind him, hot on his heels, was his best friend, Suguru Geto, chasing him down with the most predatory look one could acquire. Gojo dared to steal a glance, and upon looking, he let out a less than manly squeal, before trying to pick up the pace. The curse spirit manipulator was pulling out his largest curses just to obstruct Gojo’s path, consequently triggering all the alarms within the radius. “Come back here, Satoru!” Suguru called, taking a very ungracious turn around the corner when Satoru did.

“Stay away from me, you heathen!” The Six Eyes user cursed. He was so close to his room, he could almost taste freedom.

The two bounded around the academy, weaving their way around corners and swivelling past anyone that had the misfortune of crossing paths with them in their current situation. They narrowly avoided toppling principal Yaga over in the process. The man glared at the two, hurling curses and threats in their direction but neither of them payed him any mind, they were far too busy lost in their own bubble of mirth to acknowledge anyone but them. When Gojo finally saw the pass for his room, he dove through the door, almost managing to lock it behind him before Geto could weasel his way in. Maybe in another universe, Gojo had made it in time. Unfortunately for his unparalleled universe, the raven haired boy had tackled him onto the floor just as he opened the door to his room.

The boys tussled around on the carpet, causing enough friction for Gojo’s already disheveled hair to stand up on end. “Suguru, get off! You are such an asshole, you really had to chase me through the entire building for this?!” Satoru complained, while still batting off his best friend’s hands. Suguru chuckled.

“Oh, cmon Satoru, all of this hassle could have been avoided if you’d have just answered my question honestly.”

“I did! I answered your stupid question and you chased me down anyway. Like the barbarian you are!” Satoru let out a sharp gasp as Suguru managed to pin his arms to his chest, perching himself comfortably on his thighs. Suguru’s eyes trailed over Satoru’s body and the white haired boy felt every nerve in his body light up with just a glance. The other hummed.

“No, I said answer honestly. You clearly lied to me, or you wouldn’t have taken off the way you did. Poor Satoru, who fought tooth and nail to not get caught, but look at where he is now.” The smug smirk on Suguru’s face was borderline sadistic as he purred out tease. Gojo kissed his teeth and grimaced.

“That was honest. I’m the strongest jujutsu sorcerer of the modern world, that question should have an obvious answer.” And that bratty comment caused Suguru to click his tongue in amusement.

“Is that so? I wasn’t aware that a requirement for being the strongest meant that you weren’t allowed to be ticklish.” There it was! An insanely obvious pink hue settled itself on the eldest’s face, not going unnoticed by his cocky bastard of a best friend. “Oh? Have something you want to say, Satoru?”

“You- Of course not! I’m not ticklish, that’s for stupid and weak sorcerers like you, Suguru. I, of course, am able to withstand such childish activities.”

“Oh really?” The shorter raised an eyebrow.

“Absolutely.” Gojo huffed out his chest in pride, as far as Geto’s arms bounding him would allow.

“So you didn’t flinch when I accidentally pinched you earlier?” He asked. Holding Satoru’s arms across his body securely, Suguru used his free hand to briefly tweak at the other’s sides. Anyone else would have assumed that Gojo hadn’t moved a muscle at the action, but with Suguru being so in tune with Satoru’s every little move, he didn’t miss the way his muscles slightly tensed up and how his eyebrows furrowed at the feeling. How interesting. “And you absolutely, most definitely didn’t flinch when i touched you right there?” He continued.

“Nope. If it weren’t for the fact that your fat ass is literally crushing me, I probably wouldn’t even be able to feel your presence, it bothers me that little.” Geto snorted at the quip.

“Well then, you would probably be the worst curse user in all of history if you weren’t able to feel me right now.” And then there was a lull as Suguru scanned over his friend again. Gojo tried not to writhe under his scrutinising looks, he tried to keep it to a mere shuffle to not show how nervous he truly was.

“Not ticklish, you say?”

“How many times do I have to tell you, no I-I’m n-ngh! Would you stop that!” In the middle of his sentence, Geto delivered another poke to Gojo’s already quivering tummy. The muscle tightened and twitched on impact, making it harder to put up the front that Gojo is working hard to keep up. The dark haired man snickered. However painfully annoying Gojo was at times, he could also be so undeniably cute. Suguru use his two index fingers to walk a gentle path from the bottom of Gojo’s hip all the way to his top ribs, and he relished in the shudder it caused in the elder.

“So, I suppose it really wouldn’t bother you if I tested out my theory, yes?” He inquired. The question caused Gojo to stutter. He couldn’t be serious!

“No, I don’t t-think that’s necessary, Suguru.” He cursed at the way his own voice wobbled. “Cmon, let’s just forget this and go and play poke- n-nO fuhuck! s-stop that!” Satoru had to clench his jaw the second he felt Suguru’s nibble fingers pinching a line up his ribs. The touch was gentle and warm, all the things Suguru is to Satoru, the softness usually making him feel so comfortable. But right now, his stomach felt like it was doing backflips and his teeth ground together just to stop the titters threatening to escape. He could fight this, he thought. He’s Gojo Satoru, and he’d be damned if he let some tickling affect him. The shorter boy was still trailing his ribs with soft fluttering techniques, and he smiled down at his friend, who had slapped a hand over his mouth.

“Careful, Satoru, I think I almost heard a giggle there. You don’t want anyone thinking you’re ticklish, do you?” He teased. His voice was low and sultry, in a way that made Gojo want to hollow purple him half way across the world. A furious blush began to rise on his cheeks, both from holding in his laughter and from the teasing voice. Geto then began to skitter his fingers lightly across his tummy, watching how Gojo began to twitch to the side. “You know, if you want to escape this so bad, you could just put up infinity. It surely can’t be that much of a distraction for you to not be able to use it.” Geto chided. That bastard. He was right, though. It absolutely shouldn’t be that hard to put up infinity under such minimal pressure. He was the strongest sorcerer in the world, a few touches shouldn’t stop him. Yet, the truth of the matter is, Gojo had been trying - and evidently failing - to get his infinity up for the last two minutes. They both felt the loose cursed energy hang in the air like an unspoken truth, before immediately fizzling out when Geto flexed his fingers the tiniest amount. How humiliating.

“G-Go fuHuck yours-sehelf, Suguru.” The older choked back. He tried not to look at his friend, tried to avoid eye contact because he knew that would be the one thing to break him. His heels began to dig into the carpet. He felt an involuntary grin being etched onto his face, behind his hands.

“Oh, that’s not very nice. I thought I was your best friend, Satoru.”

“As if. I’m g-gohonna kiHIll you, Suhuguru!” Oh shit. The dam was breaking. Small huffs of laughter were beginning to slip through the cracks and he still could not get his damn infinity up! He heard Geto hum and threatened to crack an eye open, just in time to watch the other slightly roll up his shirt. A devastating pause.

“Do you think this is ticklish, Satoru?”

“Is wha- gAH! no! Y-Yohohou fuhUhucker!” Nothing could have prepared Gojo for an index finger to be planted right into his navel and subsequently scratch around the edges. He arched his back to the side and began twisting his head in ticklish agony. A bright flurry of giggles and chortles were coming out of the wood works and not even god himself could stop them now.

“Oh, look Satoru! We’ve found your laughter after all. Oh, that’s good, I was starting to think maybe I had gotten this all wrong.” Geto snarked, a shit eating grin taking over his features. “Or perhaps I am still wrong. Tell me, Satoru, does it tickle or not?” Suguru bastard Geto. Gojo, trapped in this very unfamiliar sensation, was struggling to comprehend what he should do. Should he cover his mouth to stop the laughter? Cover his face to hide his embarrassment? Cover his tickle spots so Suguru’s hands couldn’t reach them? Or should he just scrap every idea in that pile and kick his best friend in the balls to get away. All such viable options. His mind races a mile a minute and still it wouldn’t be able to catch up to the speed in which his laughter was coming out in.

“Suguhuhuru!“ He yelped, grabbing his best friend’s wrists. “S-Suhuuhugu! FuhuhUHuchk off! Shit! Whehehere’s my infinihihity!” He cursed continuously, feeling how Geto had thrown his other hand into the fray. One hand digging in his navel and the other one skittering across his ribs in the most torturous of ways. Gojo began to contort his body to try and escape, but Geto kept a solid weight pinning him down. “Fuhuhuck Suhuhuhugu- I-I can’t! Ihihi cahaHAHan’t.”

“Sure you can, Satoru! You can and you will.” There was a sick and sadistic smile on the younger’s face right now. “All you have to do is admit to me how utterly and helplessly ticklish you are, and I’ll let you go.”

The look on Gojo’s face was comical as he cried out “Hehehell no!” Stubborn as ever. Suguru tsked at the attitude.

“That’s fine by me, I can keep this up all day. I wonder where else you’re sensitive. Hmm, let me see…” His voice trailed off as he went back to overseeing which ticklish spots would be his next victim. Gojo saw a mischievous glint in his eye.

“Whahatehever you’re t-thihinking don’t you even dar- Suhuguru! NYAHAhahahaha gohohohohohod!” Satoru screeched when hands shot under his arms, burying themselves and solidifying an unruly, ticklish sensation. His arms clamps by his sides, head thrown back and back arching, trying everything to stop the feeling. Suguru chuckled at the state of his best friend.

“Nya haha? You do make the strangest sounds, Satoru, quite adorable if you ask me.” His voice was dripping in honey and Gojo really was finding it hard to compute what he was saying while being over taken by laughter. “Tell me, Satoru, are you Gojo Satoru because you’re ticklish or are you ticklish because you’re Gojo Satoru?” He punctuated his statement by drilling further into the boy’s armpits, the fabric of his uniform hardly acting as a barrier for the ticklish onslaught.

“EEYAHAhahaha! Ihihihihi- fuhuhuHUCK! I’m gohohonna- g-geheheht yohohohou so bahad!” He cried. The taller’s arms cradled around his chest, his body began to give up on him and his jerking was slowing down. He had no choice but to take his very sensitive punishment. “Suhuhuhuhuhguuhuhu!” It came out as a whine from the back of his throat enveloped in between his giggles.

“Tohoruhu.” Suguru mocked back.

“M-Mohohohove p-plEHEAse! ihihihihi cahahahan’t.” He was becoming desperate as tears of mirth began to glisten in his crinkled eyes. Suguru chuckled, admiring the way his best friend’s nose crinkled with laughter.

“Begging already? You really want me to move away from this spot?” A half rhetorical question that was answered with a desperate nod. He grinned like the cheshire cat. “Oh, alright. Since you finally learned what manners are. Let’s see… where haven’t we been yet, Toru?” He scanned and searched the expanse of Gojo’s vulnerable frame, in search of the final kill. His fingers pinched and prodded anywhere he could get his hands on in search of a singular spot that would get him the reaction he wanted. His hunt for that spot was soon over when he lightly skittered his nails across the other’s inner thigh, rewarding him with a jolt unlike any other. Suguru smirked.

“Satoru~” He purred and Gojo felt his stomach drop. Geto shifted slightly, just enough so that he was able to pry the taller’s legs open and have easy access to his thighs. “Is there anything you want to say before I do what we both know I’m going to do?” He cocked his head to the side playfully as he watched his friend’s legs start scrambling for purchase.

“I’m gohoing t-to kill yohou, Suguru. Please don’t do this. Please p-please ple—EEEEYAHAA!”

Suguru almost had to cover his ears from the volume of the absolute shrill scream that ripped out of Gojo’s throat. His back arched briefly before slamming down simply at a few nails scribbling against his inner thigh. Every nerve ending in his system was suddenly alight and screaming at him to get away from the feeling. His already heightened senses felt like they’d been dialled up to 100, his laughter coming out in roars, howls and chortles. Gojo reached up to pull at his own hair, physically feeling like he was being driven to madness at the feeling.

“Oh, I like this spot, Satoru. Look how it’s gotten you all worked up.” Geto’s voice was barely audible above Gojo’s screams. He felt devious enough to dig his index fingers into a spot well too close to the other’s groin and indulged in the involuntary snort that followed after. “Honestly, Satoru, you’re laughing so much it’s making me forget how oh so not-ticklish you are.” He couldn’t take it anymore. The white haired man was convinced that if he laughed anymore he was either going to piss himself or pass out, whichever more embarrassing method came first. He made a mental note to never mess with Suguru again, deciding to put his pride aside for the sake of his sanity.

“OHOHOKAY! ohohkahahahay OKAY! ihihiHIHIHI LIHIHIHED!” He screamed. It was honestly a mission just to get those words out. “ihihihi— JEHEHEHESUS! IHIHIHIHIT TIHIHIHIHIHICKLES!” Bingo.

“Oh? But that can’t be right, Satoru. You’re not ticklish, remember?” In hindsight, Suguru was an asshole, and he should have expected the teasing.

“GohOHOHOhohoho f—fuhuhuhuck yohoURSEHELF! NOHOHOHO IHIHIHI’M SAHAHARRY! SuhUHUHU— gahahahahad plehehehease!” The tear streaks were beginning to make his face feel sticky and his jaw hurt from smiling so much. “P-Plehehehehehase ihihiIHIHIT TIHIHIHICKLES! I— *snort* MAHAHAHAKE IHIHIT STOHOHOHOHOP.”

There was an incredible sense of self-satisfaction that Geto felt when he finally pulled his hands away. Gojo lay there, writhing and clutching his stomach with residual giggles still tumbling out of his mouth. His whole face was flushed with a bright red and his white hair was sticking up in several directions. This is what true victory felt like. Geto pulled himself away and sat by Gojo on the floor, watching him come back to reality. A dazed, tickle induced smile remained on his face.

“You alright there, dude? You look like you’re coming down from the most insane high right now.” He snickered. He was absolutely right.

“Ihihif yohou tell a-anyone abohout thihis, I am gohoing to hollow purple you ihinto next week.”

The giggly threat was enough to bring Suguru’s own laughter out, and suddenly the room was filled with two sources of laughter. He smiled fondly at his best friend, his one and only, before holding out his hand to pull him up.

“Noted.”

#tickle fic #tickling #jujutsu kaisen tickle #lee!gojo #ler!geto #satosugu

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arecaceae175 · 4 months ago

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AO3 Fics and AI

Hello people of the internet! I’ve seen a lot of posts lately about locking AO3 fics to registered users only due to AI scraping and I wanted to offer my perspective.

First of all, fuck ai, and if you put any fanfictions into ai at all or use any ai that trains itself from stolen fanfiction, fuck that. Do not. That includes things like character bots, asking ai to finish an abandon fanfiction, asking ai to help you write your own fanfiction, or anything else along those lines. Same goes for art. Don’t do it.

A lot of people are locking their AO3 fics so that they are only available and visible to registered AO3 users. I have done this in the past briefly, but I always end up unlocking them. I do have guest comments turned off right now based on AO3’s official recommendation, but the fics are still available to be read by guests.

I will not be locking my fics.

Fanfiction is meant to be free and accessible to everyone without any barriers or censorship or payment or anything at all. Especially since AO3 does not automatically give membership accounts, locking my fics would prevent guests and people waiting for accounts from being able to see them. I know guests read my fics because at least one guest has left a kudos on almost every fic I have posted. This is not coming from a place of me wanting higher stats on my fics (guests account for very few of those), it is me wanting to keep fanfiction available for everyone, regardless of their situation. There are plenty of reasons I can think of why someone would not be able to have an AO3 account but still want to read fanfiction.

I do not approve of fanfictions being stolen to be put in ai. I would be upset if I learned my fanfictions had been put into ai. However, I am not the one putting them in ai, and I do not want to be the one to prevent someone from being able to read a fic. I am not going to judge anyone’s decision on whether they lock their fics or not, but I wanted to share my decision making process and why I have decided to leave mine open.

Fanfiction is freedom and I will not let ai take that from me.

#this is not targeted at any one post #I have been thinking about this for a while #and I wanted to say something #fic writers ily <3 #ao3 #writing #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer #ao3 author #ai #fuck ai #if you use ai for fics kindly do not associate with me #or unkindly I don’t care #just don’t do it

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You're The Only Girl for Me- Chapter 6

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Kayla Braxton stared at the latest update from an Instagram page called TheUsos_Source. She honestly couldn’t believe what she was reading. Josh took Airielle on a date? Airielle had willingly gone out on a date with Josh after everything Kayla had told her?

Kayla went to Airielle’s instagram and clicked on her story, immediately feeling sick once she saw the flowers Airielle had posted. So just fuck girl code right? Kayla gritted her teeth as she rolled her eyes and threw her phone down on the bed next to her.

December 11th 2020

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Airielle was on cloud nine. It had been 18 days since her first kiss with Josh while they weren’t officially boyfriend and girlfriend yet, they sure did act like it. No matter where they went, he always made sure to bring her flowers, whether they were going to the gym together or to the grocery store, he always bought flowers. She hung out with him at Trin and Jon’s house when they weren’t in Orlando for Smackdown- much to Yasmine’s dismay. He had wanted to spend Thanksgiving together but she declined. She was not ready to meet his family. She had thought that he was upset but he told her he understood and that she definitely had to come to Christmas dinner.

Airielle groaned as she hit another dead end in the arena. The WWE had moved from the Amway center to Tropicana Field and Airielle was having a hard time finding her way, she kept getting turned around. Josh had asked her to meet him in catering for lunch but she was lost. She pulled out her phone to text him. He told her to send him her location and he would come find her. She huffed as she jumped up on one of the nearby equipment boxes and pulled out her phone so she could scroll on instagram.

“Hi.” She jumped startled by the voice. “I aint mean to scare you.” He said smiling before holding out his hand to her. “I’m Raymond. I don’t think we’ve met.” When she didn’t shake his hand he added “I work in production, that’s probably why you never seen me before. I’m normally out in the truck.” Airielle nodded before grasping his hand and shaking it.

“Airielle Jones.”

“I know who you are. Talk of the town.” She frowned and arched her eyebrow at him.

“Excuse me? He looked down at their still connected hands and grinned as she snatched her hand out of his.

“Yo Rih, you good?” Airielle smiled over at Josh and hopped off the equipment box and walked over to him. Raymond noticed Josh’s hostile tone and raised his hands up defensively.

“Relax, homie. I was just introducing myself.” Josh bit the inside of his cheek as he glared over at Raymond. He 100 percent didn’t like this man and Raymond knew that. Airielle glazed between the two of them before grabbing Josh’s hand, breaking their staring contest.

“You good?” He asked again, his eyes softening once his gaze fell on her.

“She good Uce, relax.” Josh glared back over at Raymond and sucked his teeth.

“The fuck you still doin’ here?” Raymond chuckled before, turning and walking away from them. When Josh turned his attention back to Airielle she was looking at him with a disappointed expression. “Sorry” he said sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck. “I don’t like him, never did”

Airielle rolled her eyes with a grin. “Come on,” She said, grabbing his hand again. She started to walk but then stopped and turned towards him. “I don’t know where I’m going.” He laughed before leading her towards catering.

After eating lunch with Josh and Joe, Airielle decided to go to hair and make-up to get ready for Smackdown. She smiled at Kayla who was also getting her makeup done. The smile quickly vanished off of her face when Kayla glared back at her. Airielle knew that Kayla must’ve seen the instagram posts. But honestly, Airielle didn’t care, Josh and even Kayla herself had said that they weren’t dating, just fucking around, so technically Kayla had no reason to be upset with Airielle.

The air was tense and Kayla’s muttering wasn’t making it any better. Airielle couldn’t hear her but with how Jenny- the hairstylist kept looking at her, Airielle knew Kayla was talking mad shit. Once Kayla had left the area, Jenny turned towards Airielle.

“What the hell happened?” Airielle shook her head, not wanting to gossip.

“I don’t know.” Jenny scoffed.

“I mean, we all seen the instagram account. You do know Kayla and Jey were a thing before you got here?” Airielle took a deep breath and closed her eyes, this Jenny chick was starting to get on her nerves.

“They both said that it was just sex between them.” Airielle shrugged, she felt like she did nothing wrong by going out on a date with Josh.

“And you don’t feel bad?” Jenny scoffed again and Airielle narrowed her eyes at her.

“Leave the girl alone Jen, ” Laura, the make-up artist said and Airielle gave her a small smile thinking that the older woman was on her side. “She’s young and he probably tricked her.” Airielle abruptly stood up from the chair and walked off, officially done with those ladies and that conversation.

“Fuck her” Yasmine spat over the Facetime call. “That bitch lucky I aint there.” Yasmine continued. Airielle sighed but said nothing. That interaction had rubbed her the wrong way and she needed someone to talk to. She wanted to talk to Josh but she knew that he was busy getting ready for the show and she didn’t want to burden him with unnecessary drama.

“You can’t fight my coworkers.” Airielle said laughing lightly. “I mean should I feel bad?” Yasmine immediately shook her head.

“No, and I mean it, don’t go back in there trying to be her friend Airielle. She’s weird as hell.” Airielle signed and tol Yasmine that she would call her back as she was driving back to Pensacola after the show.

Walking back into the arena, Airielle felt like everyone was staring at her, it was weird she walked past a group of girls and they immediately stopped talking, letting Airielle know they were talking about her. Rolling her eyes she went about her business, getting her script for her segment with Kevin Owens, as she was walking towards the viewing area to watch the beginning of the show, Airielle literally bumped right into Kayla, the latter of the two rolling her eyes and grunting in annoyance. Airielle quickly apologized before trying to walk around her but Kayla moved in the same direction she did.

“I trusted you.” Kayla said and Airielle furrowed her eyebrows together.

“What?” Kayla rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest.

“You used me to get close to Jey, I told you how i felt about him and you just said fuck me.” Airielle scoffed.

“No, I did not use you to get close to Josh. I would never do anything like that Kayla. You said y’all weren’t together. Yes, I do feel bad but, things happen, we hung out and I really like him Kayla, I’m sorry.” Kayla huffed and narrowed her eyes at Airielle before shaking her head and walking away.

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genshinluvr · 2 years ago

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Little Moments with You

Pairings: Various Genshin Men x Isekai'd!Reader

Summary: You and the men cherish every moment with each other; while going on with your day after coming home from the Akademiya, the things that you do and say make a few men in the estate think about the little moments with you.

Note: This fic is somewhat of an example of what the mini-fics will look like when I type them out and have them posted on Tumblr and AO3. Speaking of AO3, all of my fics are officially locked aka only registered AO3 users can read my fanfics because there's, apparently, an AI scraping all of the AO3 fanfics, and I don't want my current and future works to be plagiarized by AIs and humans in general. So, if you're an unregistered AO3 reader, you're going to need to make an account to view my fanfics and other fanfics that are locked. Finals week is approaching for me, it's next week and I'm hoping I do well so I can start on a new series for you all soon :> ❤️ Anyway, I don't post anywhere else but on Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and on AO3 (Aaliah_exo).

Warnings: There's a pinch of angst in Kaveh and Al Haitham's part of the story, but it's not a major angst. It's a smidge of angst, but everything's okay! This story is 99.9% fluff and 00.1% angst.

Word Count: 9.2k

You let out a sigh after walking through the estate. It’s been a long day at the Akademiya, and all you want to do is take a shower, change into your pajamas, and sleep for who knows how long. You take your shoes off and place them on the shoe rack, taking your beret off and place your backpack down on the ground where the shoe rack is. You massage your aching shoulders and rub the back of your neck, letting out another sigh.

“You’re home!” Childe exclaims, bursting into the living room of the estate, breathing heavily. Childe looks like a mess; he is sweaty, his hair is messy, and his clothes are disheveled. Childe, in general, looks like he got into a fight with a hilichurl.

You give Childe a look. “Yes, I am home! And you look like a mess,” you said, raising your eyebrows at Childe. Childe ignores your comment and walks to you, throwing his arms around your shoulders and burying his face into your hair, tangling his fingers into the strands of your hair. You smile and wrap your arms around his waist, rubbing his back as he sways the both of you from side to side without letting you go.

Aether runs into the room and stops in his tracks when he sees you with Childe. You raise your eyebrows at Aether, who has a sword in his right hand. Aether follows your gaze and gives you a sheepish smile. “Childe and I were sparring. As you can see, I’m kicking his ass!” Aether smirks, letting his sword disappear in thin air before strolling toward you and Childe.

“And what interrupted the little spar between you two?” You ask, running your fingers through Childe’s soft, sweaty hair. Your face pinches up with disgust before slowly taking your hands out from his hair, wiping your fingers on Childe’s back— which you now realize is even sweatier than his ginger hair.

Kaeya leans against the door, a small smirk on his face. “You did. Well, technically, I did because I announced that you’re finally home from school, and Childe decided to drop everything in the middle of their spar just to greet you,” Kaeya says.

You look up at Childe, who is looking down at you with the cutest (and most dramatic) pout on his face. You chuckle and pinch his cheeks. “You’re so cute! Are you charmed by little ol’ me?” You coo, giving his hand a squeeze. Childe doesn’t answer you; instead, he brings you into a hug and buries his face into your neck.

“Welcome home, [Y/N]. How was school today?” Dainsleif asks, walking up to you while ignoring Childe’s clingy self.

You give Dainsleif a smile and release Childe from your hug, but he doesn’t let go of you. “Hello, Dainsleif! School is the same as usual; exhausting and makes my head hurt,” you reply. “I’m glad that I’m finally home with all of you,” You said softly, patting Childe’s back.

Diluc walks up to you and places a hand on your shoulder, giving your shoulder a comforting squeeze. “And we’re glad that you’re home from school. Why don’t you go upstairs and change out of your uniform? We can prepare something for you to eat if you’re hungry,” Diluc says.

Thoma pops up from behind Diluc’s shoulders and holds his hand up. “And by someone, he means me,” Thoma deadpans, shooting a glare at Diluc, who ignored the glare that Thoma threw his way.

Zhongli grabs Childe by the back of his shirt and yanks the tall ginger from you. “I understand that you miss [Y/N] dearly, but please let them settle in first before hounding them like an electro cicin,” Zhongli sighs, shaking his head.

You mouthed a “thank you” to Zhongli before making your way up the stairs to change out of your uniform, take a shower and change into your pajamas. You end up taking a thirty-minute shower to make sure you have scrubbed down every part and crevice of your body. You refuse to walk out of your bathroom with a speck of dirt and dust on your body, mainly when you dealt with plants and fertilizer in your botany class not too long ago. After successfully shampooing, conditioning your hair, scrubbing your body down in the shower, and changing into one of your most comfortable pajamas, you grab onto the door handle of the bathroom and walk out of the bathroom— only to walk into someone’s chest.

“Oof!” You stumble back and look up at the person, rubbing your nose. “Itto! Care to explain why you’re standing in front of my bathroom door?” You ask, continuing to rub your nose.

Itto smiles at you and rubs the back of his neck. “Well, I wanted to be the first person you see after your shower! I was pretty disappointed when I heard that Childe was the first one to greet you when you got home from school. He’s been stealing my thunder!” Itto pouts, crossing his arms over his chest like a petulant child.

You sigh and toss your towel into the laundry basket inside your closet. “Would cuddling with me cheer you up?” You ask, looking over at Itto.

Itto stares at you with a pout on his face and arms still crossed over his chest. You raise your eyebrow at Itto and grab onto his hands, giving his hand a squeeze. Itto lets out a silent sigh and nods his head glumly. You nod your head and pull the oni out of your bedroom and down the stairs towards the living room. Itto plops down on the couch across from Childe, who raises his eyebrows at the oni.

You pat Itto’s head and let him pull you onto his lap, making the two of you lay on the couch. You’re the small spoon, and Itto is the big spoon. Itto wraps his arms around your waist and rests his head between your neck and shoulders, sticking his tongue out at Childe before proceeding to cuddle with you.

“Oh? I didn’t know there was a cuddling session going on,” Ayato says, entering the room with Venti and Heizou following behind.

“Ooh! Can I join in on the cuddle session? I’ll cuddle with [Y/N] from the front!” Venti says, getting ready to approach you and Itto when Heizou lurches forward and grabs Venti by his cape. Venti looks at Heizou quizzically while Heizou shakes his head, pulling Venti back by his side.

Heizou crosses his arms over his chest. “While I’m not against you cuddling [Y/N] with Itto, judging by the look on Itto’s face, I think it’s best for you to cuddle with [Y/N] when Itto isn’t cuddling them,” Heizou whispers to Venti.

You let Itto cling to you like you’re his lifeline and the only thing that’s keeping him alive and breathing (you kind of are, technically). Gorou looks at you and Itto with amusement; the way Itto holds onto you reminds Gorou of how a child would carry a kitten and a puppy. It’s cute and also a little bit worrying.

Baizhu walks up and stares at you and Itto with his eyebrows raised up at what he’s seeing in front of him. “Is it just me, or is Itto being just as clingy as that ginger-haired Harbinger?” Baizhu asks, looking over at the men that stand beside him.

Gorou shrugs his shoulders, letting out a long sigh. “It’s Itto being Itto. He’s only this way because he was disappointed when Childe beat him at greeting [Y/N] when they got home from school,” Gorou explains to Baizhu.

With the men being clingy with you, you couldn’t help but think back to the times when you had these sweet moments with each of them. The little moments you had with them made you feel warm and squishy on the inside, your cheeks heating up to the point where you can feel them start to throb, and thinking back to these moments makes your heart race. You lay there in Itto’s arms, reminiscing on these moments. Little did you know, the men around you are doing the same thing as you are.

The one time when you and Scaramouche lay in the hammock, your back pressing up against his chest as the two of you swayed from the breeze. Your head rests on his shoulders, and your eyes are closed, basking in Scaramouche’s presence. You feel Scaramouche shift beneath you, causing you to stir and open your eyes to look up at the indigo-haired man.

Scaramouche pauses his movement and stares back at you like a fox that would freeze up and scurry away when it spots a human. “Did I wake you up?” Scaramouche asks.

You give Scaramouche a small smile and shake your head. “No, you didn’t wake me up. I was awake the entire time,” you said, turning onto your stomach and resting your head on his chest, wrapping your arms around his slim waist.

Scaramouche hums softly and lays his head back on the pillow that is connected to the hammock. Scaramouche closes his eyes and rubs your back gently. Scaramouche feels you shift in his arms; he’s about to open his eyes when he feels you press your lips against his eyelids. Scaramouche slowly opens his eyes and looks up at you questionably.

You smile down at him innocently before sitting on his lap, cupping his face in your hands before peppering kisses on his cute face that you love so much. Scaramouche doesn’t object to your affections. Instead, he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer to him as he sits up in the hammock.

“You’re pretty. Did you know that?” You ask softly, smiling down at Scaramouche.

Scaramouche raises his eyebrows at you. “I don’t think my beauty can be compared to yours; I believe that you’re more beautiful,” Scaramouche murmurs, smiling up at you.

You pucker your lips and plant a big kiss on his forehead. “You’re cheesy, but I love it,” you murmur, burying your face into his neck and snuggling up against him. You crack your eyes open, and your gaze falls upon his hat on the ground, an idea popping up in your mind. You slowly lift your head from Scaramouche’s shoulders and look at Scaramouche, pointing at the hat on the floor. “Is it okay if I try it on?” You ask shyly.

Scaramouche chuckles softly and nods his head. “Go ahead,” he murmurs. A small smile appears on his face when a big smile appears on your face before you lean over to the side to grab his hat from the ground. You slowly back away from Scaramouche and put on his hat, tilting your head side to side to feel its weight on your head.

You look at Scaramouche. “How do I look?” You ask, striking a pose with the hat.

“Beautiful, as always,” Scaramouche says, grabbing onto your hand and placing a kiss on your knuckles. You grin at Scaramouche and scoot close to him, cupping his face in your hands before pressing your lips against his.

Scaramouche blinks and is brought back to reality when he hears Itto let out a loud sneeze and you groaning and whining about Itto sneezing in your face. Scaramouche looks over and sees you getting up from the couch, face scrunching up in disgust as you walk to the wooden table in the middle of the living room to grab a tissue to wipe your face. Scaramouche presses his lips into a thin line and looks away, trying his best to hold in the laughter that is making its way up his throat.

“I’m going to have to redo my skincare routine all over again,” you whine, trotting up the stairs to your bedroom.

Kazuha chuckles and rests his head back on the loveseat, and stares up at the ceiling. Kazuha remembers a time when you dragged him and Xiao to your bedroom to do skincare with you. Xiao shakes his head at the horror that is skincare; he’s an Adeptus; he didn’t need to worry about something like skincare. But you somehow managed to convince him and Kazuha to do skincare with you. You kick your bedroom door open with a big smile on your face.

“Xiao! I brought some company with me!” You sing happily, pulling Kazuha into your bedroom with you. On your head, pushing your baby hairs away from your face is a cloth bunny headband.

Xiao looks up from the face mask instruction and stares at Kazuha, who smiles and waves at the Adeptus. “As long as I’m not the only one that is dealing with your shenanigans,” Xiao jokes, cracking a smile when he sees you look at him with your mouth agape. You huff and pull Kazuha toward your bed, where Xiao is sitting. You make Kazuha sit down before walking over to your vanity and throwing the fuzzy cloth headband at Kazuha.

“Put this on your head so it can prevent your hair from sticking onto the masks,” you said.

Kazuha looks over at Xiao as he puts on the headband, pushing his hair away from his face. “How long were you sitting here for?” Kazuha asks, tilting his head as he gazes at the Adeptus curiously.

Xiao sighs and shakes his head. “Way too long, but they told me that it would make them happy if I joined in on their skincare routine,” Xiao says softly, looking over at you as you walk to the bathroom to grab skincare products from your bathroom.

You walk back into your room with a bottle and small packages, holding them up to show the two anemo users in front of you. “Which one of you wants a peel-off mask, and which one of you wants to try on a sheet mask?” You ask, holding the products out in front of the two men.

Kazuha eyed the products for a moment before looking over at Xiao, who was staring at the products cluelessly. “How about you choose for us? After all, you are the expert,” Kazuha says, smiling up at you.

You hum and think for a moment. “Peel off masks can be a little bit painful….” you trail off, ignoring the looks the two men shot in your direction. “You two will be trying sheet masks instead! They’re quite hydrating, and I think you two will like the sheet masks!” You conclude, nodding your head.

You place the products down on the bed and pause for a moment. “You two should wash your face before starting the sheet masks,” you said. The two raise their eyebrows at you as you grab their wrists and pull them to your bathroom. “Don’t worry; I’ll show you two how to do it,” you reassure Kazuha and Xiao with a smile.

Teaching Xiao and Kazuha how to cleanse their face was amusing but fun! They watch you closely as you instruct them on how to wash their face with face wash. Xiao and Kazuha soon followed suit, washing their face like how you had shown them. Xiao ended up getting cleanser in his eyes, making him curse under his breath while rapidly rinsing the cleanser off with water and wiping his face on the face towel that you handed to him.

After both Kazuha and Xiao finish washing their faces, you drag them back out into your bedroom and have the two of them sit at the end of your bed. You rip the first sheet mask packaging open and point between Xiao and Kazuha.

“Which one of you wants to go first?” You ask, pulling the wet face mask out from its packaging.

Xiao points at Kazuha without saying a word while Kazuha holds his hand up with a small smile on his face. You smile at Kazuha and stand in front of him, tilting his head back slightly with your index and middle finger. You can see Kazuha’s cheeks gradually turning pink from your actions, but he tries to remain stoic so you wouldn’t mess up the placement of the sheet mask.

When you place the sheet mask over Kazuha’s face, you see him wince from the sudden cold feeling that falls over his face. You giggle and make sure the mask aligns perfectly on his face without it being crooked or out of place.

“I should’ve warned you about the mask being cold; that’s on me,” you said softly, patting Kazuha’s cheeks to let him know that you’re finished putting the sheet mask on his face.

Kazuha looks over at you curiously as you step in front of Xiao with another sheet mask packaging in your hands, tearing the top part of it off. “How long do I have to keep this mask on? Is there a specific time?” Kazuha asks, laying back on your bed and looking up at the ceiling of your bedroom.

“It depends on what mask you have on! Let me check and see,” you said, turning to the side and grabbing the sheet mask package discarded on your bed. “Fifteen to twenty minutes! If you want to take it off immediately at the fifteen-minute mark, you can. If you want to leave it on a little bit longer, you can do that as well,” you reply.

You walk over to your trash bin and toss the package into the trash can. You walk back to Xiao and tilt his head back; Xiao stares at your face intently as you pull the soaking sheet mask out from the packaging and begin to unfold it. Xiao watches the way the serum drips down your fingers. Xiao is brought out of his thoughts when he feels the cold sheet mask touches his face. Xiao flinches back and grabs onto your wrists.

“Is the mask supposed to be this cold?” Xiao asks, narrowing his eyes at the mask that is hovering above his face.

You nod your head. “Sheet masks are usually cold, but it’s okay! You’ll adjust to it,” you reassure him with a tiny smile. Xiao sighs and releases your wrists, letting you continue with what you’re doing. You place the sheet mask over Xiao’s face and make sure that it fits his face entirely without being crooked or out of place. “There! Now, yours is the same as Kazuha’s face mask. You can take it off after fifteen minutes or twenty minutes! It’s all up to you,” you said, walking over to the trash can and throwing the packaging away.

You walk to the bathroom and grab your silicone brush, and plop down at the vanity, popping the squeeze tube of the peel-off mask open. You begin applying the peel-off mask with an even layer, making sure that you don’t get any hairs stuck onto the peel-off mask. After successfully applying the peel-off mask, you get up from the small vanity chair and walk to the bathroom to wash your silicone brush.

You trot back into the room and smile down at both Kazuha and Xiao. “Thank you for tolerating me and my skincare routines! And for volunteering to try it out,” You said, lying down between Xiao and Kazuha. Kazuha and Xiao look over at one another over your head, knowing that they’ll do anything to make you happy— even if it means putting wet cotton sheets on their faces.

Xiao and Kazuha snap out of their daydream when they hear you stomping down the stairs, your cheek red from scrubbing your face really hard with a towel. You grumble to yourself, complaining about Itto sneezing in your face and how his spit and snot stuck to your face afterward. You stumble on the last three steps and almost fall flat on your face. Zhongli and Childe grab you by your arms to steady you while you groan and rub your ankle. Even though you didn’t twist your ankle, you did land on it, and now it’s starting to hurt. You give Childe and Zhongli’s arms a squeeze.

“Thank you for catching me. I’m okay; I just didn’t watch where I was going, and it caused me to stumble! My ankle does hurt, but it’s not to the point where I have to visit the infirmary to get it checked on,” you said, giving Childe and Zhongli a smile. “Today’s been a long day; I just got home from school, Itto sneezed in my face, and I almost broke my ankle going down the stairs! I need a good nap,” you sigh, rubbing your neck.

Albedo hums and nods his head. “Perhaps you should get some rest! I’m sure Childe and Zhongli will be happy to assist you to your bedroom so you can take a nap,” Albedo says, looking over at the Snezhnayan man and the Liyuen man.

Childe and Zhongli look over at each other with knowing looks. It wasn’t the first time the two of them had to drag you to bed in order for you to get some sleep. The last time you slept beside them was when you drowsily dragged them to Zhongli’s room, not knowing that you were going the complete opposite of where your bedroom is located. Their favorite memory was when you woke up from your sleep, clueless as to where you were and how you ended up in Zhongli’s bedroom.

You crack your eyes open and look around the room with bleary eyes. You slowly close your eyes again and wrap your arms tighter around your body pillow. When you realize that your body pillow feels denser than it usually does, you open your eyes and look at what’s in front of you. Your arms are wrapped around someone, and your head is resting on someone’s chest; you can hear their steady heartbeat beating against their chest. You slowly look up to see amber eyes gazing down at you; the owner of the beautiful amber eyes is gently rubbing your back.

“Ah, it looks like you’re now awake, dearest. How was your sleep?” Zhongli asks softly.

You feel heat rush to your cheeks at the sound of Zhongli’s morning voice. You cleared your throat and hugged him tighter, smushing your left cheek against his chest while snuggling up against his warmth. “I slept okay,” you said softly, yawning and rubbing your face into his side. “How did I end up in your bedroom?” You ask, lifting your head up to look around Zhongli’s bedroom.

“You dragged Childe and me to my bedroom after we discovered you in the library, passed out asleep on your textbook at two in the morning,” Zhongli answers, wrapping his arms around you and squeezing you gently.

You stare at the wall and look up at Zhongli. “That would explain a lot. Although I would assume that I was going to my bedroom, seeing my current situation, I am going to assume that I was too tired to realize that my bedroom is actually your bedroom?” You said in a questioning tone.

“That’s right, snookums!” Childe says, popping up from behind you, startling you.

You didn’t even notice that Childe was lying behind you this entire time. Childe props himself up and looks down at you with a pout on his face. Oh, no. You know that pout on his face. Childe usually has that pout on his face when you’re not giving him enough attention as you are with the other men. You slowly release Zhongli and lay on your back, looking between Childe and Zhongli tiredly. You rub your eyes and stretch your arms and legs while remaining in bed, letting out a small groan when the stretch hits the spot.

You yawn and poke Childe’s cheeks with your pointer finger. “Why are you so pouty at this time in the morning? It’s too early to be pouty and needy,” you tease Childe, lightly pinching his cheeks while Zhongli turns on his side to wrap both of his arms around your waist, face pressing up the side of your head.

Childe grabs onto your fingers and laces his fingers with yours, gently squeezing your hands. “I don’t like it when you give other men more attention than me! I deserve just as much attention as they do!” Childe huffs, his cheeks puffing out, reminding you of a puffer fish.

You pat his cheeks lightly with your free hand and smile at him sleepily. “I know you do, you big baby. I woke up not too long ago, and you already want my attention,” you coo. Childe grumbles and rolls over on his side, burying his face into your neck while trying to swat Zhongli’s arms away from you, only to be unsuccessful. “You two are so clingy, but I’m not complaining,” you murmur, feeling them tighten their grasp around you.

Zhongli and Childe manage to sandwich you between their bodies, leaving little to no space between the three of you. Childe has his arms wrapped around your shoulders, while Zhongli’s arms are wrapped around your waist. Childe’s face is buried where your neck and shoulder meet, and Zhongli has his chin resting on your head. The three of you lay there in silence; a thought suddenly appears in your mind.

“Who knew that little ol’ me magically made the Geo archon and Fatui Harbinger weak in the knees,” you giggle. You feel Childe clamp his teeth down on your collarbone, making you groan and swat at his head for biting you. “No biting, Childe!” You mumble. Childe reluctantly pulls his mouth away from your collarbone and rests his head on your chest, listening to the sound of your heart beating steadily against your chest.

Childe and Zhongli snap out of their thoughts when you suddenly shoot your arm up in the air and wave it around. Childe and Zhongli look over at each other with confusion over why you’re raising your hand in the air and waving it around. You bounce in your spot and raise your hands with a big smile on your face.

“Can I help, Thoma!? I really want to learn how to cook some dishes! It’s been way too long since I’ve cooked something because of how busy I was with school,” you said.

Thoma nods his head with a smile on his face and motions for you to follow him into the kitchen. You silently cheer to yourself before following behind the blond pyro vision user. Ayato pushes himself off the wall and follows after you and Thoma, shaking his head as he prepares for what is to come. When Ayato steps into the kitchen and sees you putting on the apron with the help of Thoma, you smile and wave at Ayato as he walks over to you and Thoma, resting his elbow on the kitchen counter.

After getting your apron on, you walk over to the pantry and pull out a few ingredients to cook something for you and everyone to eat. Seeing you waddle around in the kitchen wearing an apron sparks something in Ayato and Thoma. You place the ingredients down on the counter and begin searching for measuring tools.

“Oh, I found them!” You exclaim, pulling out the cat and dog-shaped measuring spoons with a big smile on your face. Ah, the measuring tools that you have bought at a marketplace in Inazuma. The very same market where you almost got scammed by a merchant right in front of Ayato and Thoma.

You, Thoma, and Ayato stand in front of a small marketplace in Inazuma City. Your eyes scan the small trinkets in awe. The items are cute, but it wasn’t something you’re trying to find. You turn to look at Thoma and Ayato, who is standing right behind you, looking at the smallest things that are being sold at the stands. You poke both Ayato and Thoma and point to the inside of the stand.

“I’m going to look at more things to find if anything catches my eye if that’s okay with you two,” you said.

Thoma and Ayato nod their heads, letting you know that you can go in as you please while they stand around and survey their surroundings. You walk further into the small marketplace, searching for a few items to buy and bring back to the abode. You stop in front of the kitchen supplies section of the store, and on the rack, a small cat and dog-shaped measuring tools catch your eyes.

You gasp silently, and you grab the measuring spoons, analyzing the small details that make the tool too cute to resist. You’re a sucker for cute items, even if they’re kitchen supplies. You try to search for the price, but much to your disappointment, you can’t find anything that matches the item in your hands.

“Find anything you like?” Thoma asks, walking up to you with Ayato in tow.

You nod your head and hold up the measuring spoons. “These are cute! I want to buy them just in case I cook again,” you said.

“A measuring tool for cooking,” Ayato says slowly, raising his eyebrows at you with amusement.

You nod your head again with a smile on your face. “Yes! Plus, they’re cute! Look at them!” You said, holding the measuring spoons up to Ayato and Thoma’s faces for them to get a better look at the cooking tool in your hands.

While Ayato and Thoma are staring at the cat and dog-shaped measuring tools in your hand, you wave over at the merchant. The merchant walks over to you, Thoma, and Ayato with a perk in his step. The man looks strangely lively for some reason, but you brush that off to the side and give him a polite smile when he stops in front of you three.

“Hello! What can I do for you three?” The merchant asks, crossing his arms over his chest as he rocks back and forth on the balls of his feet.

You show the merchant the measuring tools in your hands. “This cat and dog-shaped measuring spoons caught my eye, and I was hoping to buy it! I couldn’t find the price of the measuring spoons and was wondering if you could tell me what the price is,” You said.

“Ah, I see!” The merchant says, grabbing the measuring spoons from your hands and beginning to analyze them closely. “This would cost you about one thousand five hundred mora,” said the merchant, handing back the measuring spoon to you.

You give him a look and point at the item in your hand. “These two measuring spoons are fifteen hundred mora?!” You ask, giving the man an incredulous look.

The merchant nods his head. “That is correct! I know it sounds preposterous, but look at the design of the measuring spoons! They are decorated differently and are not your typical measuring spoon shapes,” the Inazuman man says.

You slowly turn to Ayato and Thoma, mouth agape and pointing down at the measuring spoons in your hands, speechless. Ayato and Thoma trade glances with each other before grabbing the item from your hand without saying a word. Thoma walks off and begins to look around the small shop without saying a word while Ayato stands next to you.

Ayato hands the item back to you and crosses his arms over his chest. “I have a hard time believing that two sets of measuring spoons would cost that much mora,” Ayato huffs, glaring at the merchant in front of you two.

The merchant lets out a huff of breath. “Well, I’m not lying at all! This is my shop, and I remember every single price of each item in my shop,” the merchant says, glaring at Ayato while crossing his arms over his chest.

“Is that so?” You mutter, looking down at the cat and dog-shaped measuring spoons in your hands. “This item feels like it would cost around one hundred fifty mora, perhaps three hundred mora altogether,” you said to yourself.

“And you’re correct, [Y/N], because I found the tag for the dog and cat-shaped measuring spoons,” Thoma speaks up, walking up to you, Ayato, and the merchant with a small tag in his hands.

You grab the tag from Thoma’s hands and examine the label. “It’s one hundred fifty mora each,” you said, looking up at the merchant with your eyebrows raised.

The merchant began to stutter out excuses, his face turning bright red with embarrassment and shame. Ayato and Thoma cross their arms over their chests, glaring at the merchant while the merchant continues to sputter out apologies after getting caught red-handed. The merchant ends up giving you, Thoma, and Ayato a discount on the item after the incident, and the three of you have never come back to the store since then.

“Ow, fuck! My eyes!” Thoma and Ayato snap out of their thoughts when they hear you groan. Ayato and Thoma look over to where you’re standing, only to see you chop onions with tears running down your face. You release the onions and wipe your tears with your shirt, making sure that you don’t touch your eyes with your hands.

Tighnari peeks his head into the kitchen after hearing your groans. “While cutting onions isn’t a medical emergency, let’s take you elsewhere. After all, you’re almost done cooking. I think Thoma and Ayato can handle the rest,” Tighnari says, gesturing for you to walk to him.

You sigh and nod your head. You look over at Ayato and Thoma; the two ruffle your hair with small, reassuring smiles on their face, letting you know that it’s okay to leave while they take care of the last step. You take your apron off with the help of Ayato before leaving the kitchen to follow Tighnari to the infirmary where Baizhu, Albedo, and Dottore are at.

“Oh? Why’s my little butterfly crying?” Dottore asks, walking up to you and Tighnari.

You sigh and wipe the remaining tears from your cheeks. “I wasn’t crying. I was cutting onions, and the gas stung my eyes, causing me to tear up,” you said, closing your eyes and letting Tighnari and Baizhu guide you over to the examination bed.

Baizhu sighs softly, helping you up on the examination bed. “Remember how you were a frequent visitor to the infirmary?” Baizhu asks.

You lay down on the examination bed and rub your eyes. “Don’t remind me. Not my finest moments, and you all know that,” you mumble.

“Hey, don’t rub your eyes,” Tighnari lightly bats at your hands.

You crack your eyes open and give Tighnari a weak smile. “Sorry, Tighnari, can’t help it,” you said. Albedo walks over to you and places two cool cucumbers over your eyes to ease the swelling of your eyes.

“Every time you visit the infirmary, I always assumed that something had happened. I’m glad that this visit is because you were cutting onions, and it made you tear up,” Albedo chuckles, rubbing your head while you press the cool sliced cucumbers on your eyelids.

“We might as well wrap you up in bubble wrap to prevent you from getting injured,” Baizhu chuckles, stroking your hair.

You snort. “I would love that, but I don’t think it’ll work. Remember how you all tried that last time, and I fell down the stairs?” You ask, lifting up one cucumber to look at one of the men.

Tighnari’s ears droop at the memory. “Don’t remind us,” Tighnari frowns, resting his head on his hands while his elbows are propped up on the table in the infirmary.

“We should’ve thought that plan out more, but we failed to do so, and you got injured because of us,” Albedo says.

You sit up on the examination bed, the cucumber slices falling off your face and landing in your lap, bouncing to the ground. “Don’t blame yourselves! Things happen, and it’s okay! Plus, the bubble wrap broke most of my fall, and the only “injury” I sustained from my fall was a giant bump on my head,” you said.

Dottore chuckles and shakes his head. “As if your comment is any reassuring,” Dottore snorts. “They wouldn’t stop beating themselves over that incident,” Dottore says.

You get off the examination table and pick the cucumbers off the ground before tossing them into the trash and walk over to the sink in the infirmary to wash your hands. “Well, don’t let the guilt eat you guys up! I’m fine, and I’m not mad at any of you,” you said, patting each of their heads after washing and drying your hands.

The four of you hear a knock at the door. Pantalone stands at the entrance with a small smile on his face, his arms crossed over his abdomen. “Food is ready,” Pantalone says. His eyes land on you, and his eyes form into crescents when his smile grows. “I see that you’re doing well now,” Pantalone tilts his head to the side, “you had me worried when I saw you get escorted to the infirmary by Tighnari,” Pantalone’s smile slips off.

You wave Pantalone’s comment off. “Don’t worry about me! I was just being dramatic, and my eyes stung a lot from that damn onion,” You said, scratching your chin. “Anyway! Let’s go get something to eat now because I’m getting hungry,” you said, gesturing for the men to follow you.

“Absolutely not,” Diluc says firmly.

You stop in your tracks and look at Diluc, then at Kaeya and Venti. It’s like the three men are having some kind of a showdown in the living and dining area of the estate. Diluc looks like he’s about to burst with anger while Venti is pouting at the wine tycoon, and Kaeya has an amused look on his face.

“Oh, come on, brother. Don’t be a killjoy now,” Kaeya chuckles, sitting down on the armrest of the couch.

Diluc raises his eyebrows at Kaeya. “I’m being a killjoy for not wanting [Y/N] to join in on your little drinking game with that bard?” Diluc asks.

“We’re going to be cautious this time, Master Diluc! You can trust us, right?” Venti asks, throwing his arm over Kaeya’s shoulder with a smile on his face. Diluc stares at Venti and Kaeya, not saying a word.

Capitano speaks up, “The last time you three had a drinking game, [Y/N] nearly passed out from how much alcohol they’ve ingested,”

“Like what Venti has said earlier, we’ll be careful this time and not go over the limit,” Kaeya trails off. “Plus, isn’t it cute to see [Y/N] drunk?” Kaeya smiles.

You laugh nervously and scratch the back of your head, a new habit that you’re starting to form. “As much as I would love to join in on your drinking game, I think I’m going to pass this time. I had an awful hangover the next day and could barely get out of bed,” you mumble, feeling your face heat up at your lack of alcohol tolerance.

“Maybe it’s best for you not to drink alcohol at all. While you’re old enough to drink alcohol legally, we know you don’t like to drink alcohol compared to those two drunkards,” Pierro says, approaching you from behind.

Dainsleif quickly grabs you by your wrist and gives you a small smile. He looks up at Pierro and gives him a tiny glare before pulling you to the dining room. “You should eat something,” Dainsleif says softly, pulling the chair out for you to sit. “You did have a long day at school, and I can hear your stomach rumbling just by standing next to you,” Dainsleif cracks a smile.

“Oh!” Your eyes widen. “You can hear it!?” You ask, placing both of your hands over your stomach while looking at Dainsleif with wide eyes. Dainsleif nods his head and tucks a stray hair behind your ears.

“Dainsleif’s not wrong. Tighnari and I can hear it as well,” Gorou says, sitting down beside you. “But that’s also because Tighnari and I have good hearing,” He points to his ears.

Kaveh plops down on the seat across from you. “While it’s good to keep the little abyss mage fed, I don’t think we should feed the abyss mage after midnight,” Kaveh says, smirking at you.

You stare at Kaveh with your mouth agape. “You’re going to continue to call me an abyss mage?” You ask, crossing your arms over your chest.

Kaveh nods his head. “That is correct!” Kaveh smiled proudly and quickly thanked Thoma when Thoma placed the plate of food in front of him.

You look over at Al Haitham and point at Kaveh. “He just called me an abyss mage again, Al Haitham!” You frown, lightly tapping your feet on the ground. “He could’ve given me a cuter nickname, but he calls me an abyss mage instead!” You grumble, letting your hand fall onto your lap.

“Yeah! Give [Y/N] a cuter nickname, Kaveh!” Itto exclaims, sitting down next to Dainsleif and grabbing the side dishes to eat with his rice. “I call [Y/N] my onikabuto booboo bear. It’s cuter compared to whatever you came up with,” Itto says, beginning to stuff his face with rice and cooked unagi meat.

Kaveh chuckles and shakes his head. “I think the nickname abyss mage fits [Y/N]. Sometimes I have dreams of their head on an abyss mage’s body,” Kaveh snickers.

You suddenly get up from your seat and march over to where Kaveh is sitting before you begin to hit him lightly. “How dare you!” You exclaim, smacking him lightly while Kaveh is trying to dodge your sad attempts to hit him.

“I think it’s funny how it was Al Haitham and I that were the ones to bicker with each other daily, but now it’s Kaveh and [Y/N],” Cyno says, shaking his head with a faint smile on his face.

Al Haitham sighs and glares at Kaveh and Cyno before pulling you away from Kaveh. “Kaveh annoys me as much as he annoys you, [Y/N]. Your feelings are valid,” Al Haitham says, stroking your hair. You grumble and latch yourself to Al Haitham’s side, peeking from Al Haitham’s massive biceps to stick your tongue out at Kaveh.

“Is that how Kaveh shows that he loves and cares about [Y/N]? By annoying them?” Heizou murmurs to Aether.

Aether shrugs his shoulders. “Maybe! But it’s a strange way to show that you care about someone by calling them an abyss mage, but to each their own,” Aether sighs. He sits down at the table and grabs a small plate of butter chicken.

“What do you call someone with no body and no nose?” Cyno asks, looking up from his tahchin.

Pierro raises his eyebrows. “No clue. What is the answer, Cyno?” Pierro asks, taking a sip of his drink.

A smile appears on Cyno’s face. “Nobody knows,” Cyno replies, earning groans from the other men around him.

Capitano leans back in his seat. “That has got to be the worst joke you have ever told us all,” Capitano comments. “But your jokes are nothing but torture for the other men, so I’ll excuse it for now,” Capitano says, rolling his sleeves up to his elbows.

Venti laughs and takes a bite out of his food. “Torture? I like Cyno’s jokes! He’s hilarious and a genius when it comes to his jokes!” Venti says, giving Cyno a big smile.

Cyno clears his throat and gives Venti a smile, muttering a shy “thank you” to the anemo archon. Finally! Someone appreciates his jokes! Other than Nahida actually finding Cyno’s jokes funny and Tighnari tolerating Cyno’s jokes.

“Hey, remember how we lost [Y/N] in Inazuma when we first started hanging out with them without their other boyfriends tagging along?” Heizou asks, poking the dumplings in front of him with his chopsticks before devouring them.

Aether laughs nervously, ignoring the raised eyebrows the men from Sumeru are giving him. “We don’t talk about that! That’s how those Harbingers end up staying at the abode, and it took us a while to regain [Y/N]’s other boyfriends’ trust!” Aether whispers loudly to Heizou, nudging the young Tenryou detective with his elbow.

Al Haitham leans back in his seat and adjusts you on his lap. “You two will need to explain to me how you lost [Y/N] in Sumeru later,” Al Haitham says, narrowing his eyes at Aether and Heizou, who gulped and nodded their heads nervously. “Now, to answer your question about Kaveh and [Y/N]....” Al Haitham trails off, looking over at Kaveh.

“Oh? So he does show that he cares about [Y/N]?” Childe asks, his eyebrows shooting to his hairline as he sits back with his leg crossed.

Pierro lets out an amused huff of breath. “This should be interesting,” Pierro says, taking a sip of his drink while ignoring the glare that Kaveh shot in his direction.

Al Haitham and Kaveh remembered a few weeks ago, they stumbled across you leaving a classroom, looking very tense. Al Haitham and Kaveh had stopped their bickering when they saw how distraught you looked, and your hands were shaking at your side. The two men began to approach you as you were pacing back and forth, deep in your thoughts, your eyebrows knitted together with worry.

“[Y/N]?” Al Haitham speaks up, stopping in front of you.

You look up and see Al Haitham and Kaveh standing before you, gazing at you curiously. “Oh! Al Haitham and Kaveh, it’s nice to see you two here!” You said unenthusiastically. You looked out of it; something was bothering you on a deep level.

“Did something happen?” Kaveh asks, his eyes trailing over to where a familiar student walks out of the same room you previously exited from. It was Ali. Kaveh narrowed his eyes when the both of them made eye contact. Ali froze in his tracks before scurrying off, his head down and eyes focusing on the ground. How strange. Usually, when Ali sees you, he approaches you and disregards the men’s presence. For some reason, he was avoiding you and looked terrified when he and Kaveh made locked gazes.

You give them a fake smile and shake your head. “No, nothing happened,” you lie, clearing your throat.

Al Haitham crosses his arms. “Are you sure? It doesn’t look like it was nothing,” Al Haitham says, raising an eyebrow at you.

You sigh softly and swallow the forming lump in your throat. “So, you know the research I was working tirelessly on for weeks? The one with flora and fauna of Sumeru?” You ask softly, your gaze falling to the ground.

Kaveh tilts his head to the side. “The one where you conduct research on how well the plants and flowers survive and thrive on another region’s soil?” Kaveh asks. You nod your head at Kaveh’s question.

“I… submitted in my research report a few days ago and….” You trailed off, pressing your lips together, and clench your hands into tight fists. “I found out just now that someone had plagiarized my research report,” you choked. Al Haitham’s story time ends up being interrupted by everyone at the dining table with their loud exclamations.

“What?!” Itto exclaims, breaking you out of your thoughts.

Tighnari’s eyes widen, “Someone plagiarized your report?!”

Cyno sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Those two took it right out of my mouth, but continue your story, please,” Cyno says. Al Haitham clears his throat before continuing where he had left off.

“Do you know who it is?” Al Haitham demands, his eyebrows pinching up with anger.

You slowly nod your head. “Professor Safar told me that my report is eerily similar to Ali’s research report. Which I found strange because his report was supposedly about combining plants of different regions to make a hybrid plant of some sort,” you explained. You took your beret off and began scratching at your scalp with frustration and anger.

“That motherfucker,” Kaveh whispers, his head whipping around to search for the academic twerp that had the audacity to plagiarize the report you had worked so hard on.

“And because there’s no way for me to prove that I wasn’t the one that plagiarized, I’m at a really high risk of getting kicked out of the Akademiya all because someone copied my report word for word and claimed it as theirs,” You whisper. Tears pooled around your eyes before cascading down your cheeks, your body trembling with cries.

“We’ll prove your innocence,” Al Haitham says, pulling you into his arms as you cry into his chest, grabbing his shirt tightly. “Let me speak to your professor, and we’ll conduct an investigation and interrogate Ali. We know you’re not the one that plagiarized; Ali is in the wrong, and he’s the one that should be at risk of getting kicked out of the Akademiya, not you,” Al Haitham says, wiping your tears away.

“All of my hard work went down the drain,” you cried, burying your face into Al Haitham’s chest. “I put so much time and effort into my research, only for someone like Ali to steal every piece of my research and slap his name on it.”

Kaveh places a hand on your shoulder and turns you around to face him, wiping your tears away with his thumb. “We won’t let him get away with it. You have plenty of people to prove your innocence, unlike Ali. At the end of the day, it’s him that will be expelled from the Akademiya for plagiarism, not you,” Kaveh reassures you. You stare up at Kaveh with tears blurring your vision, slowly making their way down your cheeks. Kaveh sighs softly and pulls you into his arms, letting you bury your face into his chest, wetting his chest and his white open-chest shirt.

Al Haitham ends up excusing himself to speak with your professor while Kaveh pulls you outside of the building to distract you from your situation. Kaveh sits you down on a chair and holds his hands out in front of him. You slowly hand him your beret. Kaveh fixes your disheveled hair before placing the beret on your head, adjusting it so it wouldn’t look strange or slip off your head if the wind blows.

“You’ll be okay, alright? Al Haitham and I will make sure that you won’t get kicked out of the Akademiya over false plagiarism claims,” Kaveh murmurs, sitting down beside you. You nod your head and rest your head on Kaveh’s shoulders, looping your left arm over his right arm. Kaveh grabs your hand and interlocks your finger with his, pressing a gentle kiss on your head while whispering comforting words into your ears.

“This is news to us.” Dainsleif’s voice brought Al Haitham and Kaveh out of their thoughts. You look over at Dainsleif, who has his arms over his chest.

Aether nods his head. “Yeah! Why didn’t you three tell us about that situation!? We could’ve gotten it handled in no time,” Aether says, frowning at you, Al Haitham, and Kaveh.

Heizou shrugs his shoulders. “They probably had it solved and didn’t need to tell us about it after,” Heizou says, reaching for his teacup.

“You didn’t get expelled, did you?” Zhongli asks, looking at you worriedly.

You shake your head. “I didn’t get expelled, thanks to Al Haitham and Kaveh. They were able to provide solid evidence to prove my innocence, and Ali got expelled from the Akademiya for academic dishonesty,” you answer.

Diluc sighs and nods his head, both of his hands cupping the mug in his hands. “That’s a relief,” Diluc says softly, bringing the cup up to his lips and taking a sip from it.

“I’m confused. Did Ali frame you or falsely accuse you of plagiarism?” Xiao asks, looking at you quizzically, leaning back in his seat with his arms over his chest.

You shake your head. “He didn’t falsely accuse me of plagiarism. What he did was turn “his” report in before I did. The only reason Al Haitham and Kaveh could prove my innocence was by providing photographic evidence of me doing my research. They even had to dig into the trash bin in the estate’s library to find the previous drafts that I threw away,” you said.

“Wow, so that brooding blond does care about you,” Scaramouche comments, staring at Kaveh with a blank look on his face.

Kaveh scoffs and rolls his eyes. “I do care about them. Just because I call them an abyss mage and we bicker from time to time doesn’t make me care less about them,” Kaveh says.

You smile shyly and reach over to Kaveh’s face, lightly squeezing his cheek. Kaveh sighs and lets you continue to pinch his cheeks while he sulks beside Al Haitham. You get off of Al Haitham’s lap and go back to where you previously sat to finish your food. After everyone finished dinner, everyone went to the living room and sat on the couches, loveseats, and sofas, letting their food digest. You’re snuggled up between Zhongli and Venti, head on Zhongli’s chest and legs sprawled over Venti’s legs; you’re on the verge of falling asleep.

“Are you falling asleep?” Venti whispers, lightly poking your tummy.

You nod your head and bury your face into Zhongli’s chest before you rub your eyes with your fist. “I am; I think the day is finally catching on to me,” you mumble, slowly sitting up and stretching your arms in the air with a groan.

“If you’re tired, we can take you to your room,” Capitano offers.

Dottore looks over at Capitano with a surprised look on his face. “Oh? The Captian is being nice? What a shocker!” Dottore gasps, earning a smack on the back of his head from Capitano.

You shake your head. “No, no, it’s okay! I don’t want it to end up like last time where I trapped you and Pierro in my bed, mistaking both of you for my body pillows,” you said.

Pierro chuckles. “It’s not like it bothered us,” Pierro says, ignoring the looks that Scaramouche and Childe were giving him.

“You should get some rest if you’re tired, butterfly,” Pantalone says softly.

You plop back down on Zhongli’s chest and snuggle up against him. “If I take a nap now, I won’t be able to sleep tonight!” You protest, wrapping your arms around Zhongli’s waist and rubbing your face into his chest, fighting back a yawn while Zhongli rubs your back.

“If you are tired, you should take a nap. We’ll wake you up after two hours; how about that?” Thoma asks, tilting his head to the side as he gazes at you curiously.

“I’ll be okay; I think I can nap here. Plus, Zhongli is really comfortable, and Venti is giving me a leg massage, and it’s making me not want to get up at all,” you mumble, your eyelids getting heavier and heavier.

Kazuha chuckles and shakes his head, watching you slowly drift off to sleep on Zhongli’s chest, your mouth slightly agape. With all the time in Teyvat these men have with you, it’s the little moments that they’ll cherish the most. Whether it’s cooking food with you, doing the smallest things to see your eyes light up, or watching you fall asleep in their presence, every moment spent with you is a precious memory to reminisce every day.

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sisterdivinium · 4 months ago

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The Warrior Nun Commentfic Fest! is now officially CLOSED.

Thank you to everyone who participated -- whether that was only once or multiple times throughout the entire event, whether you posted one prompt or five, one fill or ten, one comment or twenty, you've all kept the party going.

We've had, in total, 49 prompts and 40 fills. That's forty little Warrior Nun fics that came out of this, for different pairings and with different characters in the spotlight!

They all remain available for reading at the fest page, of course. There is now an AO3 Collection for the event for those who archive their stories over there. Please do add yours!!

A masterpost is forthcoming, with links to all the fills organised by character/pairing, but, in the meantime, I'd like to give a shoutout to all the Tumblr users who helped in making this a success in one way or another:

@crumbland @danielleitloudernow @emylilas @ghostofcatscradle @kaisollisto @leet911 @littledata @noracharlesandherdogasta and, last but not least, all of our wonderful Anons!

I don't know if we'll do this again some other time, but I hope everyone had fun. I know I did, so thank you for playing! :)

#warrior nun #wn commentfic fest #look at the number of participants. now look again at the number of fics. do you see why this is amazing?#(i don't know why the @s are working for some but not others. the answer is probably: lol tumblr)#i THINK i haven't missed anyone! if i have don't hesitate to tell me!!

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darkkitty1208 · 9 months ago

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I see comments like these from bots have been going around lately, and have as shown received them myself, so I decided to just set my works to have it so that only registered users can comment. This means guests can *still* read, but can't comment on my works. Which is a shame considering I barely get comments to begin with. (Most of the comments I've received this week alone were from bots, and only the occasional real, actual user.)

If you're looking to making an ao3 account, you can request an invitation here. Though you may need to wait some time before it gets into your email.

Having an ao3 account means: being able to bookmark fics you like, being able to make collections of fics you like, being able to read and comment on all (including user-only) fics (with the exception of if the author disables comments), also post your own stuff, having a convenient place (inbox) where you can sort through replies and comments you've received, be able to get gifted works (there is a setting for if you wish not to, and a button you can use to refuse gifts), customise your icon and URL, mute/block users you wish not to interact with, subscribe your favourite authors/works/series and get email updates when they post (authors cannot see their subscribers' usernames and only the amount), etc.

I know people who feel anxious about getting an account for a variety of reasons, like being recognised by your URL or just the idea of making a new account (anxiety has no logic, you cannot control it, so these feelings are valid), but I swear making an account is worth it. Especially if you want to continue to support us authors in a more direct way. If otherwise then you do you.

And, despite the fact I could just as easily post my writing on this blog instead, keep in mind that it's official that tumblr is using user posts and feeding it to AI. I do not wish for this to happen to any of my works. I am unsure if posting any of my stuff here is safe at all, even with disabling third-party sharing, so for now I'll probably refrain from sharing anything but links to my works on ao3.

Ok that's all. Now back to blorbo writing.

#oh and fuck ai #that shit can burn in hell

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extralively · 2 months ago

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Married?

Gojo Satoru/Original Female Character Gen, Found Family, Children being confused by adult shenanigans, Megumi being a mama's boy 2,825 words Also posted on AO3 Summary: After a curse user ambush, Yura has to explain to Megumi just what exactly her bond with Satoru is...

It's been a while since I last posted a side oneshot of this series, hasn't it? So here's finally a new one, inspired by the idea of Megumi and Tsumiki discussing Satoru and Yura's bond! This one is set between chapters 31 and 31 of Out of the Shadows, and has some spoilers of major events in the fic (Not of canon tho, regarding that it's largely spoiler-free lol)

Enjoy!

2011

“...I still don’t get why a grown adult like him is using all those cutesy puppets,” Megumi was saying, his eight-year-old face scrunching up in confusion and a little bit of disgust, and Yura had to bite back a laugh.

“I don’t get why either, but Yaga’s always been like that,” she replied with a grin.

Yura was taking Megumi back to his place after yet another one of his weekly lessons at Jujutsu Tech—this one focusing on teaching him how to hone his perception of his own cursed energy. And since Satoru was out of town, and Yura was the last person to talk to when it came to controlling one’s cursed energy, they ended up turning to Yaga and his puppets instead.

“He’s a weirdo,” Megumi said, and the judgmental look on the eight-year-old’s face made her snort.

“He’ll probably be your principal at some point, so maybe don’t go telling him that,” Yura reminded him with a grin, to which Megumi only shrugged.

And then Yura’s brain paused, even though her feet kept walking alongside Megumi.

...Would Megumi join Jujutsu Tech and have Yaga as his principal?

Three years ago, it had been stipulated that Megumi would join the school once he was old enough in exchange for the support he and Tsumiki received from the school itself. That was the deal that Satoru had cut for them in order to have them taken care of, but now...

Now, Satoru had made himself guardian of the Fushiguros, as opposed to leaving it to the school. Yura had been surprised when Satoru had floated around the idea, but it actually made sense—they’d discovered that Megumi had, in fact, inherited the famed Ten Shadows technique of the Zen’in clan, which meant that Naobito, head of the Zen’in, was particularly eager to have Megumi officially be part of the clan. And according to Satoru, the Zen’in were not above pulling off dirty tricks to get what they wanted. With Megumi’s guardianship belonging to the school itself, Satoru had feared that the Zen’in might try to underhandedly steal Megumi from underneath their feet—the Zen’in clan had just about enough influence to pull some sneaky strings, especially considering how much Zen’in Naobito was dying to make Megumi his heir.

So what was the solution?

Make Satoru the legal guardian of the Fushiguros instead, and good luck to the Zen’in trying to out-influence the head of the Gojo clan.

So that’d happened—and quite expeditiously, she had been surprised to see. Satoru was now Megumi and Tsumiki’s guardian, which meant that he had become the sole person responsible for providing for them in any way. And because he was the one providing for them as opposed to relying on the school for financial aid, Yura was fairly sure that Megumi was no longer bound by that old agreement—although they were still keeping up the his weekly jujutsu classes as usual... for now.

“Hey, we could go get something to eat after we pick Tsumiki up from practice,” Yura commented, looking up at the darkening sky. “She’s gotta be hungry after all that swimming...”

Megumi was about to answer when a man suddenly stepped up in front of them, blocking their path... and something about him made Yura pause.

It wasn’t a curse, she was pretty sure. But the man was shooting them such a pointedlook like he was there with a purpose—like he knew exactlywho they were... or who she was, given who he was looking at. And when Megumi’s hand suddenly shot out to grab at her sleeve, almost like he was trying to hold her back, she knew for a fact that this wouldn’t end well.

“There ya go,” the man called out, tilting his chin up at her. “Found ya.”

Yeah, this was bad.

Yura’s hand pushed Megumi behind her, keeping the boy close.

“I told ya this would be an easy job!” The man called out again, but this time, it wasn’t directed at them. And when another voice rang out, Yura’s body tensed even more.

“If you say so,” the second voice spoke, and Yura’s eyes flitted around to try to find its source. It was hiding somewhere among the trees of this small, empty section of the park they were in, and Yura couldn’t discard the possibility of there being more people surrounding them at that moment since she couldn’t exactly sense them.

More people—or rather, more curse users. Because there was no doubt in her mind that that’s what they were, especially given how Megumi was tugging at her sleeve, trying to urge her back.

A second figure finally popped out of the trees, landing almost lazily next to the first man. “I’m just kinda hungry,” the second man said, the same voice as the one from the trees—keeping the number of known possible assailants down to two. “Can we be done here quick?”

The first man grinned, malice spreading across his face. “Just gotta take care of that one first,” he said, his eyes landing on Yura again and making her grip on Megumi’s arm tighten.

The second man finally turned to look at her—and paused. His eyes squinted, like he was trying to figure something out, but Yura didn’t particularly care—her mind was too busy with what she was going to do next.

...Could she fight these two curse users by herself? She had no idea. She had been working with Satoru in the past few months to sharpen her cursed technique into something she could actually use in battle, and she’d been making decent progress. But the problem was that Megumi was there with her now, and as much as she’d improved her fighting abilities, she didn’t want to risk it when she had to make sure he was safe.

So maybe... it was time to call for help—her pride be damned.

“Yura-san,” Megumi called, still tugging at her arm like he wanted to step in front of her instead. “Those guys—”

The second man seemed to frown deeper, like he was still trying to figure something out.

“You’re her, right?” the first man asked, crossing his arms over his chest. “Wakatsuki something. Gotta make sure I’m not getting the wrong person, that’s all.” He grinned—almost snarling.

“Who’s to say,” Yura replied with a small shrug, even though her face was set in a blank stare. And at the same time, she reached into herself, finding her bond with Satoru; she knew he was out of town now, but this might actually count as an emergency...

“I mean, I’m not opposed to some trial and error!” The man called back, his grin widening and displaying his sharp canines.

...But the man next to him still looked a little confused, his frown deepening. “Wakatsuki... Yura...?”

And suddenly, his eyes widened.

“N-no, wait,” he stammered out, his demeanor completely changing. “If that’s Wakatsuki Yura—”

The second man took a shaky step back, much to his companion’s—and Yura’s—confusion.

“What, are you getting cold feet?” The first man almost barked out, scowling.

But the second man only shot him an alarmed look, something like panic rising up across his face. “Wakatsuki Yura is Gojo Satoru’s wife, you idiot!”

“...did someone say my name?” a third voice popped up—a familiar one, this time, that made Yura’s body relax just a bit even as the word wife had her eyebrows twitching. Because when the two men turned around, they came face to face with a certain white-haired, blue-eyed strongest sorcerer—and you could almost see them shit their pants in real time.

The two curse users immediately scrambled back.

“G-Gojo Satoru,” one of them stuttered.

“N-no—I swear I didn’t know!” the other one was also stuttering.

“They didn’t tell me—”

“It was all his idea!”

“Gojo-san?” Megumi asked behind her, slightly confused.

The two men suddenly ran off, terrified. Satoru ignored them, waving a hand at her and Megumi.

“Yura!” he called. “Why don’t you get the kid away from here while I go take care of those two?”

Probably a good idea—Yura didn’t really want Megumi to see Satoru taking care of those curse users... “Catch up when you’re done?” she called back.

Now that Satoru was here, she found herself strangely at ease about this whole thing...

“Come on,” Yura said, tugging Megumi away with her even though the boy still looked quite perplexed. “We can just leave him to it.”

...It seemed that Yura had underestimated Megumi’s confusion as they walked out of that park—as well as his curiosity.

“What was that?” Megumi asked, and Yura’s lips pressed together as she wished she could just avoid broaching this subject with him—the fact that the curse inside of her was more of a contentious subject than they’d thought, with the elders having tried to sneakily have her killed once before. And while she wasn’t sure if that was the case here, it sure felt like it—so as much as she wanted to keep this from Megumi (because he would undoubtedly worry about her), it also felt that maybe it was time to tell him about all of it.

(Knowing Megumi, he would not appreciate if she hid this from him any longer—eight-year-old or not.)

So as they made their way down a busier street, Yura told him just that. The worry in his face made her heart ache, but Yura couldn’t bear to lie to him now that he was asking her so directly.

...Even as the questions started getting a little... uncomfortable.

“Yura-san,” Megumi spoke up again after a moment of thoughtful silence. “How did Gojo-san find us back there? I thought he was out of town?”

Yura let out a sigh, continuing to walk. She and Satoru had never really told the Fushiguros about the soul bond that had saved her life, the subject a little too complicated to bring up in casual conversation. Granted, the soul bond part of it wasn’t even the hardest bit—

“Why did that guy call you Gojo-san’s wife?” Megumi asked—because of course he had picked up on that.

Yura let out a long exhale, trying to figure out where to even start. Or more specifically, how to start explaining all of it to a child...

“...You know how I was going to be executed and Satoru saved my life?” Yura started, then immediately cringed at her own harsh words in front of a literal child. Megumi’s face hardened slightly at the memory, but he nodded, and Yura continued. “Well... He did that by performing this old Gojo clan ritual with me.”

Megumi’s brows furrowed. “Ritual?”

Yura let out another breath, nodding back at him. “Yeah. It was a... soul-binding ritual, essentially. It means that I’m bound to him, so the elders can’t just order my execution willy-nilly. It also means that we’re technically connected now, so I can sort of reach out to Satoru if I’m in trouble, and he can find me wherever I am.”

Megumi’s eyes widened in realization. Then he nodded seriously, like he agreed to the idea. “So that’s how he found us today?”

“Yeah,” Yura replied. “It’s how Satoru saved me a few months ago too.”

Megumi was quiet as they stopped at an intersection, now finally walking around one of Tokyo’s main streets. Yura hoped that the answers she’d given him would be enough for the boy, but then— “Why did that guy call you Gojo-san’s wife?” he asked again, and Yura internally cringed.

Ah, crap. Megumi was a smart kid—of course he hadn’t just forgotten about it.

Yura drew in a breath, sticking her hands inside her pockets. “Because...” she started slowly. “Technically, the soul-binding ritual was once used as a marriage ritual... So some people kind of take it as what really happened back then.”

Megumi’s eyes were wide again as he looked up at her. “So you and Gojo-san are married now?”

Yura’s steps faltered, tripping up over her feet slightly. “N-no,” she eventually said, her face feeling strangely hot. “We’re not—married.”

No matter what the Gojo clan said.

Megumi was looking up at her with confused eyes, and Yura let out a sigh—she didn’t want to just confuse the boy and leave it at that. “We’re not really married,” she tried to clarify. “That was just—that was just a ritual. It doesn’t really count.”

Megumi still looked a little confused... and maybe somewhat doubtful.

“See?” she said, raising her left hand and showing off her ring finger. “No ring on my finger—so we’re not actually married.”

Yura was starting to squirm under Megumi’s long stare, and it eventually got too much—so she raised a hand and placed it on the boy’s head, ruffling his hair and getting him to break that intense gaze of his.

“C’mon, don’t worry about that,” she said, patting at his shoulders so they could keep moving. “That’s grown-up stuff. Don’t think too much about it, okay?”

...But Yura should have known that this was Megumi, and if there was one thing he was going to do, it was think too much.

Or maybe talk too much.

“...a ‘soul bond’?” Tsumiki asked, her brows furrowing.

In the end, they hadn’t gone out to eat like Yura had first suggested, and she ended up picking Tsumiki up from swim practice and dropping both siblings off at their place with their latest caretaker before rushing off to find Gojo. Probably had something to do with the two curse users from earlier, Megumi thought, even though Yura had tried to brush it off with a laugh, saying that nothing was wrong. It still worried Megumi, but if she was going to go find Gojo-san, then it should be fine. Especially with this ‘soul bond’ of theirs...

“Yeah,” Megumi replied. “It’s how Gojo-san saved Yura-san back then.”

And Megumi couldn’t help but tell Tsumiki everything that Yura-san had just told him immediately upon getting home.

“You said it’s a... marriage thing?” Tsumiki asked, her brows furrowed. “But that they’re not married?”

Megumi nodded, his face serious.

“But...” Tsumiki started, her hands fiddling with the pillow on her lap. “If they’re not married... Does that mean they’re broken up?”

Megumi paused, considering, then shook his head. “I don’t think so—I think it just means they’re not married yet for real,” he replied.

“But you said that guy called her Gojo-san’s wife.”

Megumi paused again. “...Maybe they’re only sort of married.”

Tsumiki nodded but fell silent as she became thoughtful. And Megumi was much of the same, because the thought of Gojo-san and Yura-san being married suddenly had Megumi considering a lot of other ideas. Namely, the thought that since Gojo-san had become his and Tsumiki’s legal guardian, then if Gojo and Yura-san were married—it would mean that Yura-san was their legal guardian too, right?

...That would be nice, Megumi thought. He would never admit it out loud, but it’d felt nice when Gojo-san had brought up the idea of ‘adopting’ them, and now it felt even better that Yura-san was sort of part of it too. The fact that he and Tsumiki were now solidly tied to the two adults was practically a relief—the fact that Megumi could now call the two their legal guardians instead of just some people making things much easier on him.

“...So, this soul bond...” Tsumiki started again, still looking thoughtful. “Does that mean they’re soulmates?” she asked, and her eyes widened slightly. “Does that mean that soulmates are real?”

Megumi thought about it for a second, holding his chin in his hand. “...Maybe. At least for them, right?”

Tsumiki nodded slowly, still thoughtful.

Megumi would have to admit that he would have never figured that a soul bond was the thing that had saved Yura’s life last year, but now that she had explained it to him, he could only see it to be a good thing. The thought of Yura-san being connected to Gojo-san all the time felt oddly reassuring, that maybe the incident that had triggered it all last year wouldn’t repeat itself ever again if Yura could just call up the white-haired man whenever she wished. Gojo was the strongest, wasn’t he? So he would be able to help her with anything that came her way, and Megumi nodded to himself in approval once again.

“It sounds... kinda romantic, doesn’t it?” Tsumiki mused, and Megumi only shrugged.

It’s not like the two hadn’t already been together before, so the soul bond shouldn’t have changed anything in that regard, right? And maybe one day, Yura-san and Gojo-san would actually get married—and Megumi nodded to himself yet again. Really, it only felt like a matter of time at this point, especially with them being this sort of married already...

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...Oh, those poor kids lmao. If you guys remember, they went all the way until 2013 believing Satoru and Yura were together when they weren't, so I just feel bad for the Fushiguros being so certain that a wedding was going to come soon LMAO. You poor kids have no idea!

Anyway, I'll go back to writing the main fic again, although I still want to finish another School Stories oneshot that I've had half-written for a while now. And in that one, we may or may not touch on Satoru's little crush on Yura during school, so that might be fun maybe (◡‿◡✿) But anyhow, thank you for reading!

#gojo satoru fic #gojo x oc #jjk fic #fushiguro megumi #gojo satoru #jjk #my fics #this was just a fun lil oneshot while we start actually entering canon in the main fic!#it's kinda exciting #but also I'm getting new oneshot ideas that I don't know if I have the time to write #(ʘ‿ʘ✿) halp #satoyura

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