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𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐘 . . . an independent, mutuals only, low activity multi-muse 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 muses from star wars, myth, dc, bridgerton, along with original characters. legendized by 𝐀𝐌𝐄 , she / her, 30+ , cst. warning! due to the nature of several characters this blog will contain dark themes, including, but not limited to: war, death, torture, murder, gaslighting, gore & abuse.

affiliated with: @alootus , @debelltio & @wornkindness

an exploration of . . . overruling fate, the belly of the beast, rising from the ashes, family is deeper than blood, the anatomy of a monster, cosmic awakening, all roads lead here.

information prompts find me : @acharnemcnt

𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐒

& canon Grand Admiral Sloane , Norra Wexley, Sinjir Rath Velus, Mas Amedda, Finn, Duja, Perrin Fertha, Maarva Andor & ocs Narka Zaila ( First Order agent ), Karitza Ren ( found here )

𝐌𝐘𝐓𝐇 Mara, demon king of desire & Ammit the devourer

𝐎𝐂𝐬 Anavi Celestara, lady in waiting ( lockridgeverse ) & Ophelia Genesis the drowned oracle

𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐍 Brimsley ( moving from @fivepaces )

𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐌 & 𝐃𝐂 Oswald Cobblepot, gotham verison

& by request Galen Erso, Clem Andor ( star wars ) John Sterling ( bridgerton ) Chani Kynes ( dune ) Kimiko Miyashiro ( the boys )

𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒

i.   I’m mutuals only which means I only write & interact with blogs when we are both following each other. This blog is low activity so I will be fairly slow. But I am a plot oriented writer, so I will be focusing on establishing storylines with my mutuals. I have have a very busy personal life, so I tend to follow a very limited amount of blogs, for my own sanity and so that I can develop deeper, ongoing plots. 

Also, FYI, I am usually mobile bound and this is not my main blog, so I am not always logged in here. Therefore, it can take me up to a week or two to follow back at times.

ii.  For my own comfort, I will not follow blogs that don’t have rules, a name & age requirement, or writing posted. Primarily rules — posted on your pinned post or somewhere easily visible/accessible. I do not interact with writers under the age of 21. Please do not lie about your age. I will unfollow anyone who is racist, homophobic, transphobic, ableist, uses white washed fcs/characters or is unjustly discriminative. If you regularly vague or attack other writers for petty things like ships or fandom takes, I will unfollow. 

iii.   Please do not godmod or metagame. I will also softblock if I have made several attempts to interact with no reciprocation. I don’t mind turning memes into threads but please ask first, or I will not reply. ( Everyone gets 2 initial freebies without asking ).

iv.  This blog contains dark and potentially triggering themes. Please be safe! Some of which include: murder, manipulation, kidnapping, gore, torture, war, death genocide & abuse. All listed triggers will be tagged cw/tw “the trigger”. Sexual content will be tagged cw suggestive. I absolutely do not support, condone or agree with any of the thoughts or actions of my villain muses. Nor do I write them to portray such. For me, they are simply literary elements and writing them is a narrative exploration.

v. First of all, I respect everyone's ships. If I am not fond of a ship you enjoy, that doesn't mean you should not enjoy it freely! Ship hate is not tolerated here.

I enjoy dynamics of all types but I am little more hesitant with romantic ships. I just prefer to plot and develop our muses first to see if the chemistry is there before jumping into a ship. Please do not force or hint ships. Rather, if we are writing and plotting together and you think there is potential, just ask! The worst that will happen is I suggest an alternate dynamic.

Note that several of my villain muses are toxic & complicated people and therefore ships with them will not be healthy or conventionally romantic. I will warn you & ask for consent before engaging in this type of ship with said characters. That being said... while I am open to toxic dynamics, I will not write abusive romantic relationships. And I don't feel comfortable writing hero/villain ships where one muse has tortured, abused or traumatized another muse.

&. Hi! I am Ame. 30+ , my timezone is gmt -6. Welcome to my blog! Pardon my dust, I am still working on it. It was meant to be a small friends only space because I have limited time to set things up, but I have opened it up a little more. I do 90% of my writing from mobile and am pretty busy working and volunteering with a cat rescue so I will be quite slow at times. But I am so excited to meet you & create amazing stories together.

𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

i. My knight of ren OC, Kartiza Ren, is located on side blogs attached to this blog. You can find more in depth information on Karitza on @inarretable. Threads and asks for Karitza will be posted on her side blog but you are free to send asks for her to this blog and/or the side blog.

ii. My portrayal of Oswald Cobblepot is based on the Gotham tv series with influences from various DC comics and my own headcanons.

iii. Ammit & Mara are myth inspired muses. Therefore there will be myth & minor religious references on my blog. I am drawing more from the myth aspect when writing these muse. That being said, these characters are simply based on myth and not meant to carry religious symbolism or accurately portray religious/mythological figures, as the narrative may take them down a different path.

[taliabhattwrites]

On Transmisogyny, Feminism, and the Myth of the 'Baeddel'

This will go well.

[harryspet]

well kept [masterlist] r.cameron

[warnings] dark!ceo!rafe x reader, size difference, billionaire!older!rafe, shy!reader with low self-esteem, reader is a person who stutters, boss x personal assistant, heavy abuse of power, emotional/mental manipulation, bdsm, rafe has control issues, some sugar baby vibes, NONCON/DUBCON

READ AT YOUR OWN RISK 18+

In which you interview for a low-level position at Cameron Development, but instead, you unexpectedly find yourself chosen as Rafe Cameron's personal assistant.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Epilogue

rafe cameron masterlist

[citrenecult]

WOOO LESHYCATPRIL TIME! @aniflowers

I think Leshy would still have some powers, thought not all of them and they are a lot weaker than before. One power he still has is making plants, mostly flowers, grow, but because of the power of the green crown, Leshy can also grow these horrible flowers with eyes and faces on them that make very unsettling noises, like dying people. Annamer (Yellow Cat) doesn’t mind, even thinking the plants are darling.

[opashoo]

Rivulet can match Spearmaster's freak, but can Spearmaster match Rivulet's stupid? Context later, maybe

[viperbunnies]

"Nothing good ever comes out when I start hoping... but maybe just a little bit."

[Thank you to @.unfinished-projects-galore , @.ai-kan1 and @.stestylius-arts for the assets! Thank you as well to @jovieinramshackle for giving me the inspo to finally start on this, and to @crystallizsch , @angelwishess and @twstgo whose oc intros I took inspo for the layout 🫶]

An outlier from the school, due to his situation he was home-schooled for the majority of his first year. They have decided to accompany the Ramshackle prefect in their daily endeavors, serving as a guide and as a companion in the worn-down dorm.

BASIC INFO.

NAME: Oswald "Oz" Damarys BIRTHNAME: ???? ??????? ALIAS: Oz, Ozzie, Flashlight Fish (Floyd), Monsieur Porcelaine (Rook) Shortie-senpai (Yuudai) AGE: 17 BIRTHDATE: August 26 HEIGHT: 154 cm SPECIES: Half-human half beastmen GENDER: Demi-boy (Uses they/he and masc titles) ORIENTATION: Demisexual ALIGNMENT: Lawful Neutral MBTI: ISFP Voice claim: Here! (Stc)

LIKES: Stargazy pie, Seafood in general, Acrobatics, Crochet, Art in general, Reading, Fairytales, Music boxes, Classical Music, Card games, Mystery books, Sightseeing, DISLIKES:Wishmaking, Shooting stars, Crowded places, Performing, Being observed, People touching his birthmark, His "Luck", Basketballs

Unique Magic Your Next Line is! [ Flash Forward ] — "An indisputable future is what I see... Your Next Line is!" Oswald is able to take a peek into someone's future as long as they keep contact with his pearly white eye. It can be anything from 5 seconds from now or a day later - This visions manifests like rolls of film - Lately It appears his unique magic is going haywire, showing him visions without the need of eye contact. (They aren't pleasant visions)

TRAITS +  Easy-going; Flexible; Warm; Appreciative =  Tolerant; Perceptive; Witty; Impartial -  Overworker; Indecisive; Reliant; Worrisome

BRIEF OVERVIEW (STC)

Oz is a man of many tricks; he was raised to entertain the audience, which is why he is great at lightening up the mood of the room. The many tricks he can do reminds others of a puppy trained on how to play dead, or shake hands. Despite that, Oz actually struggles in actually expressing the his true feelings— used to being the brunt of many jokes growing up, he believes that he is simply a puppet used for the entertainment of others. He sees himself as a hollow doll with no real personality, only meant for display. He is confused about who his truly is, used to what others want to see and not what he wants to show. Slowly, he is realizing that he is merely human, and that he should live for his own sake. (Old info from my notes)

TIDBITS

Random Facts - Part-beastmen, specifically a rabbit beastmen but he lacks actual features aside for his tail that was cauterized off when he was younger - He doesn't look the part but he also likes getting into shenanigans, sometimes instigating Yuu and Adeuce with the pranks they do (No one really believes the trio when they say it was Oz's idea) - He's double jointed which is helpful with his Acrobatic hobby. - Love language is gift giving, and has a tendency to make crochets for other people. They're typically things that remind them of the other. - Has a lot of birthmarks on his face, but he started to cover them with foundation after Floyd made fun of it. - Has a terrible sense of direction so he gets lost easily, but he'd like to travel around the world someday. - He has terrible luck, and while he doesn't believe in superstitions he began to be wary about them. Doesn't want to get knocked out unconscious by a basketball whenever he passes by the gym. - Doesn't really mind being called Oswald, but he associated that to whenever he'd get scolded... so Oz is his more go to nickname.

TYPING QUIRK: - His friend got him into using Kaomojis, he likes the ones with bunny ears. - Likes sending voice messages to get his point across. - Usually types in sentence cases, (although when he isn't feeling well he types in lower cases) SPEAKING QUIRK: - Uses a lot of onomatopoeia to describe unknown things. - Speaks firmly when he feels strong emotions. - Sometimes bites his tongue when he rambles, or not focused. BEHAVIOURAL QUIRKS: - Nose has a tendency to twitch when he’s interested, or irritated. - He also unconsciously thumps his foot when he’s annoyed.

RELATIONSHIPS (WIP)

(Might put a brief overview on their more notable relationships in the future!) Note: - Main Oc x Canon is with Jamil (ignore that pink on silver and jade) - Divus is his foster parent

PNGS BELOW:

p∀ƎH ⅄W NI פNIH┴ƎWOS SI ƎɹƎH┴

[peachsayshi]

The Way You Kiss Me (ex husband nanami x reader)

summary:  you thought you lost nanami that night when he came home. pictured yourself raising your unborn child alone. your marriage falls apart soon after. he promised he would leave before starting a family, but nanami struggles with his duties to being a husband and father, along with being a sorcerer. with the two of you divorced now, you try hard to move on. but your love is for one another is far stronger than you both even perceived.

note: I've decided to my ex husband nanami story my official long fic for Nanami. it's so popular and it's a story I'm still writing. I had another idea for "The Way You Kissed Me" but scrapped it and might rework it as a one shot. chapter links are listed below. some links will directly take you to my ao3 page because Tumblr keeps flagging my blog.

Part 1  - A Gentle Reminder

Part 2 - A Casual Conversation

Part 3 - A Midnight Promise

Part 4 - A Sudden Temptation

Part 5 - An Unexpected Surprise 

Part 6 - A Reason To Celebrate

Part 7 - An Intimate Discussion

Part 8 - A Night Out

fic status: (ongoing)

requests are accepted for this fic.

[ingoodjesst]

have you put the pieces together yet, detective

[houseswife]

you guys remember when house wanted to move into wilson’s spare bedroom (amber shrine) and the way he chose to communicate this was by jerking off on his couch when he knew wilson would catch him. i’m seriously asking. are they normal about anything

[lgbtqtext]

[ofmermaidstories]

SUMMARY: The call to be a Pro Hero has never been a question—not for Katsuki Bakugou, explosive and guarded, nor for Izuku Midoriya, protective and determined, and certainly not for Shouto Todoroki, who’s family legacy hangs over him like a shadow. Years after the War that upended Hero Society, these three men have helped rebuild a path to Pro Heroism for the next generation, tentatively heralding a new era of hope. But there’s danger lurking in this rebuilt world, danger that has the power to rekindle old fears and usher in new resentments, and as the trio branch out to find and end these threats, they each encounter a new challenge along the way—colliding with someone unexpected, and falling in love.

(A Pro Hero x Reader Trilogy; in which falling in love is a random chance all at once chaotic and exhilarating and incredible, for each of the Big Three)

The premise is simple: three heroes, three fics, and three different lives to live. Named for the Katy Perry song, The One That Got Away, the In Another Life trilogy was originally intended to be a series of five stand-alone fics that evolved, fairly quickly, into what we have today: three interconnected stories that let our Reader-inserts move throughout the My Hero Academia world, and eventually find where—and who with—they belong.

Started in 2020 when the manga was still on-going, the fics have diverged from the canon Horikoshi’s given us both in small and large ways. Despite where they separate (and where the fics have to stay faithful to their own canon, now), it’s always been my hope that they read like the love letters they are—to My Hero, to the boys, and to x reader fic at large.

i’m running to your side—flying my white flag

1. surrender (whenever you’re ready) [Explicit] — ao3

93k+

Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

COMPLETED ✔️

SUMMARY: You first meet Ground Zero when he's thrown, unceremoniously, through the glass window of your florist shop.

(In which Bakugou cannot stand flowers but finds himself coming back, anyway)

i’ve been reading books of old—the legends and the myths

2. something (just like this) [Explicit] — ao3

203k+

Izuku Midoriya x Reader

COMPLETED ✔️

SUMMARY: It probably says a lot about you that your first thought on meeting Deku, international Symbol of Peace, isn't something like "Oh, wow," or, "Oh he's so nice," but is instead the un-Plus Ultra thought of, "I definitely would've bullied him, in high school."

At least until those muscles came in.

(In which Midoriya is an absolute nerd for the release of his own hero-inspired comic book series—and the artist responsible for it)

all your flaws and scars are mine

3. still (falling for you) [Explicit] — ao3

TDB

Shouto Todoroki x Reader

WIP 🕙

SUMMARY: The first time you and Shouto cross paths, he nearly drowns you.

(In which Todoroki meets a jeweller by the sea, and learns the difference between the value of the lessons he's been given—and the precious things he chooses to keep)

🚧 UNDER CONSTRUCTION 🚧

i am actively adding to and editing this section, still. if you think something is missing, or you have something you’d like included, please let me know!!! i am going through all the posts and links i do have, manually, so i may still miss something and would love a gentle reminder. 🌷

🚧 🏗️ 🧱🔨🔧🪛 🚧

[ASK/DRABBLE 📖] [SWYR] do u think bakugou ever gets so angry his mouth misses [Readers] when they’re making out?

Katsuki’s home for once, sleeping off the last few days in the darkness of his room, cocooned.

[ASK/DRABBLE 📖] [SWYR] what type of jewellery would Bakugou gift [Reader], if any at all?

The first gift Katsuki gives you after Christmas is a pocket knife.

[ASK/DRABBLE 📖] [SWYR] merms, what are bakugou and weeds up to this christmas? :)

Katsuki wakes up before his alarm, before the sun rises—the city spread out beyond his bedroom windows like a carpet of stars.

[ASK/DRABBLE 📖] [SWYR] i miss weeds and katsuki so much 😭😭

It will be proper twilight, when they leave together; Weed's hand in the crook of his arm.

[ASK/DRABBLE 📖] [SWYR] how are weeds and katsuki?

It’s a Wednesday, a normal day, and they are figuring it out.

[ASK/DRABBLE 📖] [SWYR] petition for you to write [Reader sending] bakugou horny tweets

light it up like an ELECTRIC STRIKE ⚡️: please please PLEASE Kacchan has blocked me and muted the groupchat PLEASE, I need him to see this, please just send him this ONE THING, PLEASE!!!!!

[ASK/DRABBLE 📖] [SWYR] would [it] be important to bakugou for [his parents and weeds] to meet?

Masaru will just scratch the side of his nose under his glasses and think about a younger Mitsuki, who literally would not take no for an answer from him—and a younger Katsuki, who had the same laser-focus when it came to the things he wanted in his life.

[ASK/DRABBLE 📖] [SWYR] i am asking for royal au + florist au for [weeds/bakugou]

In his armour still, his forest-green cape, Ser Bakugou is dressed for war—solid and imposing as he stands on your threshold.

[ASK/DRABBLE 📖] [SJLT] what does [Reader] post [to instagram]? + [SWYR] things weeds would post

The one consistent has been art, good, bad and middling.

[ASK/DRABBLE 📖] [IAL] it’s so cute that SWYR’s reader is a fan of SJLT’s comic

Kacchan has never asked for anything from Izuku—beyond that he doesn’t look down on him (beyond that Izuku live).

[DRABBLE 📖] [SWYR] katsuki keeps a pot of strawberries for you in his kitchen;

When they finally fruit he’s disgruntled.

[DRABBLE 📖] [SWYR] katsuki’s quieter than usual

So you wait. You let him have his silence, and you fill the space around it with your own presence.

[DRABBLE 📖] [SWYR] he tells me he’s gentle when he wants to be—

The bed dipping under Katsuki’s weight wakes you.

[DRABBLE 📖] [SWYR] you and bakugou walk home in the rain

“Y’re meant to go home, dipshit,” he says, disapproving

[DRABBLE 📖] [SJLT] bad touch (you and me)

Minoru’s skeleton nearly fists itself out of his asshole when a voice behind him says, “That was a kindness you just did, for Midoriya.”

[ASK ❔] [SWYR] if you were to write surrender today, do you think anything would change?

[ASK ❔] [SWYR] what would have been the moment bakugou knew he had it bad for surrender's reader?

[ASK ❔] [SWYR] what do weeds and bakugou fight about? and how do they apologise?

[ASK ❔] [SWYR] do you think bakugou ever feels like weeds would be better off without him? :(

[ASK ❔] [SWYR] have you ever written/imagined Kirishima’s POV [throughout the fic]?

[ASK ❔] [SWYR] how does bakugou and haru’s relationship progress?

[ASK ❔] [SWYR] idk if you meant her to come off in this way, but [Reader] strikes me as [lonely]

[ASK ❔] [SWYR] i’m literally going to throw up from excitement if you actually make a bakuweeds oneshot collection

[ASK ❔] [SWYR] i am vibrating in my boots with excitement about the [SWYR] one-shot series!

[ASK ❔] [SJLT] did you have any inspiration for the kimono Reader is wearing in SJLT?

[ASK ❔] [SJLT] looking forward to our [gala] wear

[ASK ❔] [SJLT] could we have visuals of Reader’s outfits during the gala?

[ASK ❔] [IAL] double dates

[ASK ❔] [IAL] what city/prefecture does [the series] take place in?

[ASK ❔] [IAL] how [would] the Y/Ns react to fanfic about their heroes?

[PODFIC 🎙️] [SWYR] surrender (whenever you’re ready) — narrated by Chthonianqueen

[PLAYLIST 🎧] [SWYR] surrender (whenever you’re ready) [plays on spotify]

[PLAYLIST 🎧] [SWYR] and i’d give up forever to touch you: a suggested-songs playlist [plays on spotify]

[PLAYLIST 🎧] [SJLT] something (just like this) [plays on spotify]

[PLAYLIST 🎧] [SJLT] like lightning: a suggested-songs playlist [plays on spotify]

[ART ✏️] [IAL] bakugou & weeds, deku and & scribbles & bakugou/weeds, deku/scribbles, monoma/reader — by @groshia

[ART ✏️] [SJLT] you get to witness, in real time, as [Deku] leaps from the now open door — by @getstarried

[ART ✏️] [SJLT] izuku, just izuku. just as he is — by @handlethegbread

[ART ✏️] [SWYR] when you’re bakugou katsuki, — by @okeydokiescribbles

[ART ✏️] [SWYR] haru + the flower shop signs

[MOODBOARD 🖼️] [SJLT] the moodboard trend inspired me to make this little thing

[MOODBOARD 🖼️] [SJLT] SJLT is my all-time favourite fanfic,

[MOODBOARD 🖼️] [SJLT] this is just […] a collection of things that reminded me of this story

[BINDING 📚] surrender & the widening sky — @ladybirdk

[BINDING 📚] surrender (whenever you’re ready) — @/captain-liar

[PODCAST 🎙️] Canonically Incorrect, episode 75, season 2: Surrender (Whenever You’re Ready) — 10 December, 2022

[ spotify | apple ]

[PERMISSION STATEMENT:] You are more than welcome to print out any of the fics and bind yourself a copy for personal use, or otherwise record a [non-AI] reading of them, or translate into another language—as long as my ao3 username, OfMermaids, is credited somewhere as having written it. 🥹📚 I also love, love seeing and hearing about the work that goes into the pieces you create for yourselves, so if you’re comfortable with it, I’d love to see a picture of (or get a link to!) your efforts!!

final note:

This series is the result of several years worth of love and work, and most importantly, encouragement from the people who have come along and read the stories in it. Whether this is your first time discovering the trilogy, or you’re otherwise revisiting the boys, this is a note to say thank-you for being here. Thank-you for reading, and for being apart of something that has been so much fun to create. Fandom and fanfiction has always been about sharing the excitement with other people—so thank-you for letting me share mine with you. 🌷📖

[wisecura]

Pretty

Suguru x fem-reader p.2, p.1 ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ p.3

summary: You're Gojo's cute little sister.

AN: thank you for continuing, these are still under edit so please be aware

Warning: Yandere behavior oncoming please continue with caution

And the saga continues

The boys had been buzzing with excitement at the prospect of meeting the Satoru Gojo, bombarding you with questions for weeks—how did his technique work? How strong was he? Was he really the strongest?

You loved your brother, but their admiration seemed to border on idolization, perhaps even surpassing your own.

While it was initially flattering, it quickly became annoying. And finally, you arranged for them to meet. If not just to shut them up.

Yet, when they came face-to-face with Satoru and his upperclassmen friends, their initial excitement dissolved into…intimidation.

Watching their shy, flustered demeanors made you giggle, just a little bit—they stuttered over their words, fidgeting nervously, trying to make a good impression.

It was almost endearing.

However, when you introduced your two new classmates to Satoru, his reaction was anything but impressed.

It didn’t help that you had been endlessly talking about your new "friends." for weeks now. You’d been gushing about how adorable you found them, and how well you all got along—much to Satoru’s growing irritation. He hadn’t meant to come off so protective but he just couldn’t help it.

It didn’t escape Satoru’s notice that the two boys were a little too…comfortable around you.

They didn’t hesitate to touch you during conversations, brushing against you casually, their tone toward you too familiar for his liking.

And the more he watched, the more his irritation grew. One of them casually draped an arm over your shoulder, another brought you your favorite snacks (for the three of you)—each little gesture, a silent declaration of how at much they liked you.

It was all too much, and Satoru couldn’t help but roll his eyes at their “obvious” flirty moves. His cute little sister was too sweet to shove off their advances—no doubt mistaking it as nothing more than friendly. The closeness, the comfort—all of it—he couldn’t stand.

What did you see in them? They weren’t particularly strong—actually, they were pretty fucking weak, in his opinion.

Satoru hadn’t realized it before, but now he understood just how much you’d changed. You weren’t the small, helpless child who used to follow him around the estate looking for midnight snacks.

Or the baby who clung to him late at night after having yet another nightmare, proclaiming that only being with Satoru would make you feel better.

You’d, unfortunately, filled out a little too much in his opinion. Grown into your squishy cheeks in a way that made him uneasy. You’d started showing more skin, wearing shorter skirts—tighter outfits (In reality, you were simply wearing the standard school uniform for that time of year, which was hardly revealing at all—)—Becoming a little too friendly, and that…that bothered him.

The fact that you had the two boys constantly at your side, eyes locked on your every movement—seemed to eat away at him, itching at his conscience in ways he couldn’t ignore.

Those boys were absolutely not worth your time. Satoru was convinced you were far too good for some high school kids who still picked their noses when they thought no one was watching.

Nasty boys who snuck peeks in the girls' changing rooms or even stole your underwear when you invited them over—Okay, maybe that was pushing it a bit far, but that’s all to say: Satoru didn’t like the type of attention you were attracting.

He was certain you were leagues ahead of them in every aspect. They could never protect his sweet little sister the way he thought necessary. They’d never measure up to the high standards he held for you in his eyes.

He only hoped you would see it too.

So—no. He couldn’t help but grip their shoulders just a bit too tightly. Refusing to let go even after they winced.

And—no. He couldn’t control the icy look in his eyes, the sharp, cold furrow he gave any boy who dared get within a few inches of you.

And he had no intention of stopping his "antics" of placing himself between you and your classmates—jokingly—any time soon.

Nor could he stop the "teasing" that bordered on outright bullying. Why the hell were you always surrounded by boys, anyway?

Did this school even bother recruiting female sorcerers anymore?

And you know what?

He felt a such a sense of relief when Suguru seemed to pick up on their overly familiar behavior, too. Made him feel a little less crazy when he too noticed their blatant offenses.

But Suguru.

Fucking Suguru.

He did nothing to ease his best friend's growing paranoia. In fact, he seemed to feed off it, taking every opportunity to stoke the flames of Satoru’s irritation.

It wasn’t entirely deliberate—it was just…impulsive.

A reflex.

He felt protective of you too, though not in the same obvious way Satoru did. Maybe it was a shared bond, a need to keep you safe from anyone who got too close.

But Suguru couldn’t deny the unease that twisted in his gut whenever those boys so much as spoke to you.

And not to mention the way they looked at you, the way they touched you…it made him…restless.

These nasty feelings formed an itch, urging him to push Satoru into action. It became a daily occurrence, provoking him like this. Hoping to achieve his one goal.

To make Satoru do something drastic.

So he’d lean in, just close enough for his breath to brush against his ear, low and soft—quiet enough for only Satoru to hear, but loud enough to burn. Whispering just the right things to set him off.

“I’m positive he’s flirting with her. Did you see how he brought her favorite snack today? Cute little gesture, don’t you think?” Suguru’s words were practically dripping with mock sweetness. She doesn’t need his fucking snacks.

“Why’s that kid sitting so close to your little sister, huh, Satoru? Is he that desperate?” Suguru’s voice was almost playful now, laced with the right amount of indifference to feign nonchalance. Why the hell was that shrimp blushing so much?

“Why’s she grabbing his arm like that, huh? Seems a little too…close, don’t you think?” Suguru teased, letting the words linger, his eyes glinting in that usual teasing way. Why touch filth like that?

“I think I just saw him peek up her skirt, Satoru. What do you think about that?” The words weaponized and angled. He’d better keep his fucking eyes to himself.

And a final blow.

“Who do you think she’d marry out of those two losers, Satoru?” Suguru leaned in, his voice so low it was almost conspiratorial. Satoru only saw red. Red.

It wasn’t hard to rile him up. Not when it came to you.

And Suguru wasn’t stupid.

He knew exactly who could stop those two parasites from staring at you with such longing. Who could make an impact—without you getting too upset. Without shutting him out completely. It didn’t take much to figure it out—the damn near possessive, overprotective streak that ran deep in Satoru. One that you tolerated well.

You were just so unbearably sweet.

And no matter how much he tried to ignore it, the idea of you with those two boys tore him apart, twisting his gut into something ugly. He hated it. He hated the way they were always lurking around you, always so close. Closer than he could ever get.

Suguru would watch these minuscule, fleeting interactions you had with them—those light touches, those knowing glances. As to put it plain and simple, he couldn’t fucking stand it.

So, as usual, Suguru did what he did best—he prodded, poked, and nudged Satoru in the right direction. Subtle. Calculated. Sneaky as hell. All of it was done carefully, out of your earshot.

After all, Satoru was protective in his own way—overprotective, really to a fault—and Suguru had a feeling he’d agree easily, knowing it needed to be handled somewhat discreetly. You were just too innocent to call those boys out yourself. You’d never do it, no matter how obnoxious they got. You were too good-hearted for that.

And you hadn’t noticed. At least that’s what they thought. But of course you had. One of the boys confided in you about how terrifying your big brother and his best friend were.

How they glared at them both with pure vitriol, though neither couldn’t figure out why. How they’d found some of their school stuff mysteriously torn to shreds—books, assignments—how everything they left in the hall would vanish, only to sometimes reappear ruined, as if someone was sending a clear, hostile message.

And, of course, how they wanted absolutely nothing to do with you, your brother, or the rest of his friends.

This confession only came after you cornered questioned them, demanding requesting to know why they’d been so distant. Why, after everything, they had suddenly gone cold.

You’d watched them for days, racking your brain to figure out if it was something you’d done—if you’d somehow messed up—but nothing made sense. Sure you weren’t the most social, but you didn’t think you were that bad.

And, funny enough, you didn’t take this news well.

Satoru was genuinely shocked when you came storming to his dorm room, looking like you were ready to knock the damn door off its hinges. He had no clue what was coming, but he knew it couldn’t be good.

“Satoru, open up!” you hollered, your voice sharp with frustration and something deeper than anger, maybe even hurt. You were fuming, practically vibrating with a storm of emotions. Frustrated with your loss of friends, the betrayal, the fact that your brother was always so…so—

Satoru didn’t even have time to process before the door swung open, and you stormed past him like a whirlwind. The door smacked right into his face, and he instinctively stumbled back, rubbing his nose as he tried to regain his balance.

“What’s wrong now?” he asked, his voice a mix of confusion and mild irritation, though his tone softened the moment he saw your eyes.

You didn’t hesitate. “What did you and Geto say to my friends? They’re barely talking to me anymore!”

Suguru, sitting across the hall in his room, perked up at the sound of your voice. Not able to help pick up the conversation.

“Not much,” Satoru mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck like he’d been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

He shifted his weight awkwardly, glancing away. “Just told them to stop making those big, dumb heart eyes at you… and maybe to keep their hands to themselves. That’s all.”

He almost whispered the last part, his confidence faltering for just a moment as he realized just how mad you really were. Satoru wasn’t great at lying to you—he never had been, no matter how hard he tried. He’ll just leave a few bits out.

You scoffed, your cheeks flushing a furious shade of pink, not from embarrassment but from sheer indignation.

“They are my friends!” Your voice dropped to a dangerously low level, forcing Suguru to press his ear to the door to catch what you said next. He’d never heard you so upset.

“And just because my focus isn’t on you all the time doesn’t mean you can take it out on them.”

Your words were sharp, each one cutting deeper than the last. Satoru flinched—actually flinched—at your tone. You’d never been this upset with him before, and it threw him off completely. You two had always been close, so this sudden, biting anger felt like a knife twisting in his chest.

Satoru wasn’t weak—far from it. But if he had one weakness, it was you.

He swore he could hear the crack in Satoru’s voice.

“I… I’m sorry, imouto,” Satoru stammered, his voice softer now, unsure. He almost sounded small, an unusual vulnerability creeping into his tone. “I didn’t think it would upset you like this.”

Suguru’s leaned closer. Was that hesitation he heard? Maybe even guilt? Satoru Gojo wasn’t one to crumble, yet here he was, faltering under the weight of your anger. Your dynamic was just so…interesting. You practically had him eating from the palm of your hand.

“I just didn’t like the way they were getting so close to you,” Satoru admitted, glancing at you like he was bracing himself for the backlash. His voice dipped, barely above a whisper. “Do you really have to hang around them so often?”

For a moment, silence filled the room, heavy and unrelenting. Suguru, still eavesdropping the room over, had to strain to hear your response, his curiosity getting the better of him.

He could practically feel the shift between you and Satoru, and oh, if it wasn’t keeping him on edge.

Suguru thought he heard you let out a sigh.

“Toru, c’mere,” you said, the soft command in your voice.

Suguru could picture it clearly—the way Satoru must have hesitated for half a second before stepping closer, his usual confidence giving way to something more careful, more tentative. He could almost see the two of you in a loose, familiar embrace, the tension between you softening just enough to make room for understanding.

Maybe it was jealousy creeping in, though Suguru quickly shoved it aside. It was ridiculous to feel that way, wasn’t it? This was between you and Satoru. Nothing more. Nothing less. He wasn’t here to be jealous, after all. He was here to observe—just an outsider, listening in on the sibling bonding he had no place interrupting.

“They’re going to be my classmates for the next several years,” you explained with a heavy sigh, your voice carrying a softer tone. As though you were comforting a child. “I need to get along with them. Besides, I’m not interested in someone weaker than me and uglier than you.”

At that, Satoru let out a soft, genuine laugh. “Yeah, well, how will we ever find you a husband like that? Can’t you just stay with me forever, imouto? I’ll make sure no one hurts you, and I’ll buy you anything you want.”

His teasing tone was back, playful as ever, yet soft. So soft and Suguru could hear something deeper in it—something protective, maybe even a little desperate. It wasn’t loud, but it was there, tucked beneath the layers of humor and charm that Satoru wore so well.

The comment made you laugh, light and airy, but Suguru caught the tension that still lingered just beneath it. Your laugh had always been warm, but this one didn’t quite sit right. And somehow, that unsettled him more than he cared to admit. He could tell Satoru’s comment dug at you a little. But his mind kept a shifting back to your previous words.

Weaker than her and uglier than Satoru?

Was that really all it took? If anything, Suguru fit that description perfectly. He shoved that thought down quickly. He’d deal with it later. He reminded himself to pull Satoru aside to tell him to stop spoiling you so damn much.

But before he could spiral too far into his own thoughts, your voice broke through again, quieter this time, but with a weight that made Suguru pause.

“Satoru, I can’t stay with you forever, you know that.”

“Yeah, well,” Satoru shot back, “I’ll sure as hell make sure you don’t have all these trashy men crawling after you.”

That made you laugh again—though this one sounded more genuine.

“You’re really somethin else.”

Suguru leaned back against the wall, sighing as he rubbed a hand over his forehead. What was he even doing?

This wasn’t like him. Not at all.

And yet, he couldn’t stop listening.

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[warnings] dark!rancher!rafe x bimbo!cowgirl!reader, arranged marriage, rancher au, manipulation, size difference, DUBCON/NONCON, virgin!reader, rafe is HUGE, breeding kink READ AT YOUR OWN RISK 18+

Summary: In which your dying father struck a deal with Ward Cameron, he promised the family land in exchange for your safety. But protection comes with a price, and that price is Rafe Cameron.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

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