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Last Friday Night | Modern AU! (Cregan Stark x Y/N)
In the realm of scandalous misdeeds, slumbering with your brotherâs best friend should be a cardinal sinâdangerous liaison that Y/N Velaryon ought to steer clear of, now nor in any future reincarnation. But, oh, how the rules bend under the weight of temptation. A night of drunken sex with Cregan Stark, Jaceâs insanely hot best mate and a towering 6-foot something alpine skier with ice in his veins. What a night it was! Only problem? They were both so tipsy that the details are a hazy blur, and now they awaken in a tangled mess beside each other. Word count: 5,6k
TW // Strong language and profanities, sexual content, mentions of alcohol, smoking.
âFuck.â
That was the first coherent thought Y/N Velaryon had when she opened her eyes. Her head throbbed like a drum, each pulse a reminder of why tequila shots are the devilâs work. The room was unfamiliarâdefinitely not hers. The bed was too big, the sheets too expensive, and the body lying beside her tooâŚwell, fuck again.
She turned her head slowly, hoping against hope that her suspicions were wrong. Maybe it was some rando, some nameless, faceless guy who she could shove out the door with minimal awkwardness. But when she finally caught a glimpse of the dark, messy hair and the broad, bare back that could only belong to one man, she groaned internally.
Cregan fucking Stark.
Of course, it was him. It couldnât just be some forgettable one-night stand. It had to be her brotherâs best friend, the guy Jace had always been crystal clear was off-limits. And here they were, in bed together, like the setup to some bad rom-com, except this was way more fucked up.
She pressed her palms to her eyes, trying to piece together what the hell happened last night. There were flashesâJace convincing her to go to some ridiculous party at a mutual friendâs country estate (more like a palace really), the champagne flowing, the ridiculous number of shots, and the way Cregan had looked at her from across the room. Not that she'd paid much attention, or so she thought.
And thenâŚnothing. A blank slate. Well, at least until now, when the reality of waking up next to the man Jace had declared off-limits hit her like a truck.
âShit, shit, shit,â Y/N muttered under her breath, shifting slightly to get out of bed without waking Cregan. But the sheets rustled, and before she could even swing her legs out, a deep voice rumbled beside her.
âMorning.â
Her heart nearly jumped out of her chest. She froze, mid-escape, and slowly turned to face him. Cregan was wide awake, propped up on one elbow, smirking at her like the cocky bastard he was.
âMorning,â she croaked, her mouth dry as hell. âThis is, umâŚâ
âA fucking disaster?â he suggested, his grin widening.
âYeah, something like that.â
Cregan chuckled, the sound rich and annoyingly sexy, even through her hangover. He looked far too pleased with himself, considering the circumstances. His dark eyes held hers, and for a second, Y/N was painfully aware of the fact that she was still very much naked under these sheets. So was he.
This was beyond bad.
âI remember bits and pieces,â she admitted, rubbing her temples. âBut notâŚthis. Why didnât you stop me? Or yourself?â
âYou think I could have stopped you?â Cregan raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. âYou were pretty damn determined.â
Y/N groaned, slumping back against the pillows. âFuck. Jace is going to kill us. You know that, right? Heâs literally going to skin you alive.â
âPretty sure heâs got more important things to worry about than who his sister hooks up with,â Cregan said, stretching lazily. âNot that Iâm planning on telling him.â
She shot him a look. âAnd how exactly do you think weâre going to keep this a secret? Heâll know. Jace always knows when Iâm up to something. Heâs like a damn oracle.â
Cregan shrugged, like he wasnât at all fazed by the prospect of Jaceâs wrath. Which, Y/N supposed, he wouldnât be. Cregan Stark was all ice and steel when it came to handling pressure. Professional alpine skier, always on the edge of dangerâlike he didnât have enough adrenaline in his life without adding âsleeping with his best friendâs little sisterâ to the list.
âWe just pretend it didnât happen,â Cregan suggested, as if that was the easiest thing in the world. âLast night was a blur, and this morningâs just a bad dream. Weâll go our separate ways, no oneâs the wiser.â
âYou really think thatâll work?â Y/N asked skeptically.
âWe wonât know unless we try,â he replied, his tone almost teasing.
She couldnât believe this was happening. Sheâd just finished uni, started her internship at a nice law firm, and was supposed to be focusing on her career. Instead, she was tangled up in the sheets with Cregan Stark, about to engage in the most complicated cover-up of her life.
âFine,â she finally said, exhaling sharply. âBut if Jace finds out, youâre the one explaining it to him.â
âDeal.â Creganâs smirk softened into something almost genuine, and for a moment, Y/Nâs stomach did a weird flip.
She quickly pushed the feeling down. This was a one-time thing, a mistakeâone she couldnât afford to repeat, no matter how tempting it might be. The last thing she needed was more complications in her life.
âOkay, I need to get out of here,â Y/N said, sitting up and scanning the room for her clothes. They were scattered across the floor, a chaotic mix of her dress, shoes, and underwear. Creganâs clothes were mingled with hersâof course, he didnât seem to be in any rush to get up. Typical.
As she scrambled out of bed, trying to gather her things, she felt Creganâs eyes on her, and when she looked back, there was something in his gaze that made her pause. It wasnât just the lazy, post-hookup look she expected. There was something else, something deeper that she couldnât quite place. But before she could analyze it further, he smirked again, shattering the moment.
âNeed any help?â he offered, his tone suggesting anything but.
âIâm good,â she replied quickly, slipping into her dress and trying to maintain whatever dignity she had left. âIâll just, uh, see myself out.â
âSure thing, Y/N,â Cregan said, his voice holding a hint of something she couldnât quite identifyâteasing, maybe, or was it something more?
But she didnât have time to dwell on it. She needed to get out of here, get back to her place, and pretend this never happened. As she slipped her shoes on and made a beeline for the door, she could feel his eyes on her the whole time, and it took every ounce of willpower not to look back.
The walk of shame had never been so literal.
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Y/N finally made it back to her flat in South Kensington, pushing through the ache in her head and the overwhelming need for a gallon of water and a hot shower. She fumbled with her keys, silently praying to every god she didnât believe in that Jace would still be at the photoshoot heâd mentioned yesterday.
But as soon as she swung the door open, she knew her luck had run out.
Jace Velaryon was sprawled out on her couch like he owned the placeâlegs kicked up on the coffee table, remote in one hand, a half-eaten bowl of cereal in the other. He looked up as she entered, and his face lit up in that way only big brothers get when they know theyâre about to cause trouble.
âWell, well, well,â he drawled, a grin spreading across his face. âLook whoâs doing the walk of shame this morning.â
Y/N rolled her eyes, trying to play it cool. âShut up, Jace. I just went for aâŚwalk.â Even she cringed at how lame that sounded.
âA walk?â Jace repeated, raising an eyebrow. âIn last nightâs dress and heels? Thatâs a new one, even for you.â
âI wasnâtââ she started, but Jace cut her off with a laugh.
âPlease, sis. Donât even try it. Iâve known you too long to fall for that bullshit.â He sat up, clearly enjoying himself. âSo, who was the lucky guy? Or girl? Iâm open-minded.â
She shot him a glare, trying to ignore the heat creeping up her cheeks. âItâs none of your business, Jace.â
âOh, come on,â he whined. âYouâre my little sister. Itâs literally my job to make your love life my business.â
She snorted, moving past him toward the kitchen. âRight, because youâre such an expert on relationships.â
âHey, Iâve been in plenty ofââ he began defensively, but she cut him off.
âOne-night stands donât count, Jace.â
He laughed, unfazed. âTouchĂŠ. But seriously, you look like death warmed over. Was the party that wild?â
Y/N could still feel the blood rushing to her face, and she kept her back to him, rummaging in the fridge for a bottle of infused water. âYeah, it wasâŚsomething.â
âI knew it!â Jace crowed, slapping his knee. âI knew youâd have a good time once you loosened up. See, you should listen to me more often. Youâre always so serious with your work stuff, but you gotta live a little, Y/N. Youâre too young to be soâŚresponsible.â
She rolled her eyes but didnât argue. Because as much as she hated to admit it, Jace had a point. Her life had been all about exams and internships lately, no time for fun or the kind of reckless behavior that usually ended with waking up next to a Stark.
âYeah, yeah, I get it. Party more, work less,â she muttered, twisting the cap off the bottle and taking a long drink.
Jace leaned forward, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. âSo, was he hot at least? This guy you left with?â
Y/N almost choked on her water. âWhat? I didnât leave with anyone.â
âRight,â he said, dragging the word out. âThatâs why youâre sneaking back in at ten in the morning with bedhead and makeup smudged like a panda. Come on, just tell me who it was. Was it that guy Luke introduced you to last week? What was his nameâŚLiam? Leon?â
She shook her head, exasperated. âHells, Jace, can you just drop it?â
Jace grinned, leaning back again. âOh, this mustâve been a really good one if youâre getting this defensive. Come on, Y/N, Iâm dying here. Give me something.â
For a second, she considered telling him the truthâjust blurting it out and watching the chaos unfold. But then she thought of Creganâs lazy smile, the way heâd suggested they just forget about it and move on. The way her brother would probably explode into a million pieces if he knew. And she decided against it.
âFine,â she sighed dramatically. âIf you must know, it was some random bloke, okay? No one you know. Just a guy. But yes, he is fit. Satisfied?â
Jace considered this, squinting at her as if trying to detect a lie. Finally, he shrugged. âI guess. But if you donât want me to know, that just makes me want to know more. You know that, right?â
âYeah, well, good luck with that,â she replied, moving past him again, hoping heâd drop it.
He watched her go, still grinning like an idiot. âYou know, you should bring him to the next party,â he called after her. âIntroduce me. I promise I wonât biteâŚunless heâs into that sort of thing.â
Y/N groaned and flipped him off over her shoulder. âYouâre disgusting, Jace.â
âLove you too, sis,â he shot back, laughing. âAnd donât think I wonât find out who it is. I always do.â
She shook her head, muttering curses under her breath as she retreated to her room. She needed a shower, a coffee, and about ten years of therapy to figure out how sheâd ended up in bed with Cregan Stark of all people. But first, she needed to figure out how to keep Jace in the dark. Because if he ever found outâŚ
Well, that wasnât even worth thinking about.
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Cregan Stark stood in the middle of his wrecked bedroom, hands on his hips, surveying the chaos. Sheets twisted, pillows on the floor, a lamp somehow knocked over. It looked like a tornado had swept through, and that tornadoâs name was Y/N Velaryon.
âFucking hell,â he muttered under his breath, running a hand through his tousled dark hair. He tried to piece together the events of last night, but the details were hazy, like trying to grab smoke with his bare hands. He remembered flashesâthe way she looked at him, the heat in her gaze, the sound of her laugh, and the taste of alcohol on her lips.
But everything after that? A blur.
Goddamn shame, too, because if there was anything he wanted to remember clearly, it was Y/N Velaryon in his bed, under him, her nails digging into his back. Fuck, heâd have liked to play that on repeat in his mind forever, but the alcohol had betrayed him, stealing away the details of what was undoubtedly the hottest night of his life.
He started picking up his last nightâs clothes scattered across the floor and cursed himself again. How could he forget? He rarely drank that much, being an athlete and all, but last nightâŚlast night had been something else. He found his shirt flung over the back of a chair, his pants half-hanging off the edge of the bed. His brief were bunched up in the corner, and thenâ
Oh.
A small, red scrap of lace was tangled up in the sheets. He picked it up, grinning as he realized it was her G-string. She mustâve been in one hell of a hurry to leave it behind. He turned it over in his hands, feeling the delicate fabric, imagining her wearing it, and smirked.
âOne hell of a merchandise,â he muttered with a chuckle, tucking the lace into his pocket. âScore.â
It was stupid, really. A goddamn G-string, and here he was, acting like heâd found a winning lottery ticket. But there was something about Y/Nâsomething that had always pulled him in, even when heâd been trying his hardest to ignore it. Jaceâs little sister, forbidden territory. Heâd spent years pretending he didnât notice how fucking gorgeous sheâd grown, how smart and sharp-tongued she was. But last night had shattered all of that pretense into a million pieces.
He shoved the rest of the clothes into a messy laundry pile, wondering how long it would take for Jace to find out. Y/N was good at keeping secrets, heâd give her that, but Jace was practically psychic when it came to his sister. Cregan could already hear his best friendâs voice in his head, pissed off and protective, probably ready to bash his skull in.
But for some reason, that didnât bother him as much as it should. He found himself smiling, still, as he started straightening up the room. Maybe it was because he liked the idea of having something that was just his and hersâsomething Jace didnât know, something they could keep between them.
And hell, if it was anything like last nightâat least, what he could remember of itâhe wouldnât mind making a habit of it.
As he finished tidying up, he spotted his phone on the nightstand, the screen lighting up with a new message. He picked it up, already knowing who it would be.
Jace:
Yo, brunch? Need to talk to you about something.
Cregan snorted. Of course, Jace wanted to talk. He always did when something was up with Y/N. He hesitated for a second, wondering if Jace had already figured out what had happened. But nah, if Jace knew, the message wouldâve been a lot less polite.
He typed back a quick reply.
Sure, mate. Usual spot?
There was a pause before Jace responded.
Jace:
Yeah, see you in 30. And donât be late, you lazy fuck.
Cregan chuckled, tossing the phone back on the bed. Yeah, this was going to be fun. He grabbed a fresh shirt, slipped it over his head, and, with a final glance around the now semi-clean room, he headed out.
He might not remember every detail of last night, but heâd be damned if he let that stop him from figuring out how to make it happen again.
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Cregan arrived at the little brasserie they always met at, a tiny spot tucked away on a quiet street. The kind of place with faded awnings and mismatched chairs that served strong coffee and even stronger Bloody Marys. Jace was already sitting outside, a cigarette dangling from his lips, dressed in designer shades and a leather jacket that probably cost more than most peopleâs rent.
âYouâre late,â Jace called out as Cregan approached, flicking ash into the street. âI was starting to think youâd bailed.â
âWouldnât miss it for the world, mate,â Cregan replied, sliding into the chair across from him. âBut, you know, mornings are a bitch.â Especially when youâve just spent them cleaning up the aftermath of what couldâve been the best mistake of your life, he thought.
Jace smirked, passing him the pack of cigarettes. âYeah, looks like you had a rough one. Big night?â
Cregan shrugged, playing it cool. âSomething like that. But hey, speaking of big nightsâŚâ He leaned in conspiratorially, lighting his cigarette. âWhatâs this I hear about Aegon?â
Jace snorted, taking a drag from his own cigarette. âOh, mate, you havenât heard? Itâs fucking priceless.â He leaned back, tapping the ash off with a grin that was half-amused, half-disgusted. âMy dear cousin managed to land himself in the hospital. For his cock.â
Cregan choked on his first drag, coughing out smoke. âWhat?â he managed between laughs. âHis cock? Youâre joking.â
âI swear to god,â Jace said, holding up his hand like he was taking an oath. âApparently, he was trying to pull off some kind ofâŚthreesome, foursome, who the fuck knows, at one of those clubs heâs always getting kicked out of. Anyway, things got out of hand, and next thing you know, heâs screaming in agony and theyâre rushing him to A&E.â
Cregan was in stitches, wiping a tear from his eye. âYouâre telling me Aegon actually managed to break his dick?â
âThatâs the rumor,â Jace replied, chuckling. âDoctors said it was some kind of penile fracture. Can you imagine? Poor bastard was probably halfway to heaven when he got dragged right down to hell.â
âThoughts and prayers mate, thatâs rough,â Cregan said, still laughing. âHow the hell does that even happen?â
Jace grinned, leaning in. âApparently, he got too enthusiastic. Girl was on top, he was thrusting up, andâŚâ He made a snapping motion with his fingers. âSnap.â
Cregan winced, half in sympathy, half in amazement. âFuck me, thatâs got to hurt. How longâs he gonna be out of commission?â
âCouple of months, at least,â Jace replied, blowing out a stream of smoke. âHeâs already whining about it all over social media. You know Aegon. Canât suffer in silence.â
Cregan snorted. âSounds like him, alright. Bet heâs milking it for all itâs worth, too. Getting the sympathy votes.â
âOh, absolutely,â Jace agreed. âHeâs already got half the city sending him flowers and chocolates like heâs some kind of war hero. Even Mumâs getting involvedâsending him a care package like heâs gone off to battle instead of just fucking his way into the emergency room.â
They both laughed, loud and unrestrained, the way only friends whoâve known each other too long can. The kind of laughter that turns heads from the neighboring tables, but they didnât care. They were in their own world, swapping stories, cigarettes, and coffee.
âHonestly, though,â Cregan said after a moment, shaking his head. âOnly Aegon could turn a night out into a medical emergency. Guyâs got a talent.â
Jace grinned, flicking his cigarette butt away. âYeah, but you know what they say about talent and stupidityâitâs a thin line.â
Cregan chuckled, taking another drag. âAnd Aegonâs crossed it, time and time again.â
âToo right,â Jace replied, nodding. âBut it makes for good entertainment. Canât wait to see how he spins this one. You just know thereâs gonna be some kind of dramatic story about how he risked it all for love or some other bullshit.â
âThe heroâs journey,â Cregan quipped, smirking. âExcept with more broken bones and fewer dragons.â
Jace laughed. âFewer dragons, more dick injuries. Welcome to the modern world.â
Cregan took a long drag, blowing out smoke slowly, his mind still partially elsewhere, still thinking about the G-string tucked in his pocket. Yeah, this was the kind of gossip he could get behind, but there were other thingsâbetter thingsâon his mind. Like how he was going to see Y/N again without Jace getting suspicious. Because if Jace found outâŚ
Well, heâd just have to make sure Jace never did.
Jace was mid-sip on his coffee when he caught a glimpse of something on Creganâs neck. He blinked, did a double take, then broke into a wide, shit-eating grin that could have lit up all of London.
âOh, no fucking way,â he practically howled, slamming his coffee cup down onto the table and leaning forward. âIs thatâŚwhat I think it is?â
Cregan, who had been in the middle of stubbing out his cigarette, froze. âWhat the hell are you on about?â
Jace pointed, still grinning like heâd won the lottery. âYour neck, you dumbass. Youâve got hickeys all over it.â
Cregan felt his stomach drop, but he didnât let it show. Instead, he reached up, rubbing his neck as if he is already aware of them. âOh these?â
Jace let out a loud, triumphant laugh. âCome on, donât play dumb with me. Whoever you were with last night really went to town.â
Cregan could feel his face heat up, but he kept his expression neutral. He was an expert at this game; heâd been friends with Jace for too long to let him see he was rattled. âMaybe I just ran into a really aggressive mosquito,â he shot back dryly.
âBullshit,â Jace cackled, smacking Cregan on the arm. âCome on, bro, spill the beans. Who was it? Whoâs the lucky lady leaving marks on your neck like youâre a piece of meat?â
Cregan shifted in his seat, trying to keep his cool. He could still feel the faint burn of Y/Nâs lips on his skin, and damn if that didnât send a shiver down his spine, even now. âJust a random girl,â he said casually, waving a hand like it was nothing. âNothing serious.â
âA random girl, my ass,â Jace scoffed, leaning closer, his grin wider than ever. âCome on, mate. I know you better than that. You donât let just anyone mark you up like that.â
Cregan rolled his eyes, trying to deflect. âAnd how would you know what I do or donât let happen?â
âBecause Iâve known you for a decade,â Jace shot back, grabbing another cigarette. âYouâre picky. Way pickier than me, and thatâs saying something. So, whoever it wasâŚmustâve been special.â
Cregan fought the urge to wince. If only he knew just how âspecialâ the girl had been. He could almost see Jaceâs face if he ever found out. Cregan could already imagine the explosionâthe yelling, the accusations, and Jaceâs unrelenting fury. Yeah, best to keep this under wraps.
He leaned back in his chair, shrugging. âYouâre reading too much into it, Jace. It was just a fun night. No big deal.â
âFun enough to leave those,â Jace said, still grinning like a Cheshire cat. âSeriously, they look fresh. Did you at least get her number?â
Cregan snorted, taking another sip of his coffee. âNah. It was just one of those things, you know? No strings attached.â
âHuh, strings,â Jace snickered. âOr no stringsâŚleft, eh?â
Creganâs hand twitched towards his pocket, where Y/Nâs G-string was still tucked safely away. He felt a momentary thrill of panic, wondering if Jace could somehow read his mind, but his best friendâs smirk told him he was still in the clearâŚfor now.
âLook, mate,â Jace said, putting out his cigarette and leaning in with a mock-serious expression. âAll Iâm saying is, whoever she was, she clearly had a good time. And youâŚyouâve got the evidence to prove it. But come on, give me something. Iâm dying here.â
Cregan laughed, finally slapping Jaceâs arm in return. âAlright, alright, fine. Maybe Iâll tell youâŚsomeday.â
âOh, you will,â Jace replied, eyes twinkling with mischief. âOne way or another, Stark, you will.â
As Cregan leaned back, smiling like he hadnât a care in the world, he knew this was a situation heâd have to play carefully. Because if Jace ever found out the truth, those love bites on his neck would be the least of his worries.
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Monday arrived like a slap in the face, and Y/N was not ready. Not even a little bit. She sat at her desk, her fingers hovering over her laptop keys, but her mind was a million miles away. She was supposed to be working on some due diligence report, but instead, she was spiraling.
Full-on, out-of-control spiraling.
It wasnât like she hadnât had her fair share of one-night stands before. She was young, single, and sometimes she just needed to blow off steam. But this? This was different. Because it hadnât been just anyone. It had been Cregan Stark. Her brotherâs best friend. The guy Jace had practically tattooed with the words Do Not Touch where she was concerned.
And it wasnât like she was worried about Jace finding out, not really. She was a lawyer, for fuckâs sake. She lied for a living, spun stories into gold, and could argue her way out of anything. But every time she closed her eyes, she saw Creganâs face, felt his hands on her, and heard his deep, rumbling laugh in her ear. The memory alone sent her into a panic.
Sheâd needed to talk to someone. Someone who wasnât Jace. So, of course, sheâd turned to her cousin, Baela Targaryen, who was currently perched on the edge of Y/Nâs desk.
âYou did what?â Baela practically screeched, her voice loud enough to turn a few heads in their direction.
Y/N winced, shooting her a look. âKeep your voice down, for fuckâs sake,â she hissed.
But Baela was having none of it. She was practically vibrating with excitement, her violet eyes wide. âYou slept with Cregan fucking Stark?â she repeated, but at least this time she whispered. âHoly shit, Y/N. This isâŚthis is epic.â
Y/N buried her face in her hands, groaning. âNo, itâs not. Itâs a disaster. A full-blown, Jace-will-kill-me disaster.â
âAre you kidding?â Baela snorted, leaning in. âJace doesnât have to know. And besides, Creganâs hot as hell. I mean, have you seen him? Those shoulders? That jawline? And heâs an athlete. A pro skier. The man probably has a body like a fucking Greek god. Why are you freaking out?â
âBecause itâs Cregan,â Y/N said, exasperated. âItâs Jaceâs best friend. And Iâm supposed to be focusing on my career, not getting tangled up with guys I shouldnât be touching.â
Baela rolled her eyes. âOh, please. Youâre young, hot, and brilliant. You can focus on your career and still have a little fun on the side. I mean, who hasnât wanted to sleep with their brotherâs best friend at some point?â
Y/N gave her a look. âMost people, Baela.â
âWell, most people are boring,â Baela shot back, grinning. âLook, youâve always been the responsible one. The one with the plan, the one who does everything by the book. Maybe itâs time you let loose a little. And besidesâŚâ She leaned in, her grin widening. âHow was it?â
Y/N felt her cheeks heat up, and she hated how easily Baela could do that to her. âI donât know,â she muttered. âI mean, it wasâŚgood. Really good. But thatâs not the point.â
Baela laughed, her bright, melodic sound echoing through the open office space. âOh, thatâs exactly the point. Come on, Y/N, youâre practically glowing. It mustâve been better than good if youâre this messed up over it.â
Y/N shook her head, trying to pull herself together. âIt doesnât matter. It was a mistake. A one-time thing. It canât happen again.â
âWhy not?â Baela asked, still smiling like a psychopath. âIf it was so good, why canât it happen again?â
âBecauseâŚâ Y/N started, fumbling for the words. âBecause it just canât, okay? I canât deal with the drama. And Jace will find out, and then itâll be this whole big thing, andââ
Baela waved her off. âJace doesnât have to know, alright? Youâre smart. You can handle it. And who knows? Maybe Creganâs just the kind of distraction you need right now. Especially with all these dry, boring cases weâre stuck with.â
Y/N sighed, leaning back in her chair. âYeah, a distraction is the last thing I need right now. What I need is to keep my head down and avoid any moreâŚcomplications.â
âOh, Y/N, you can do that,â Baela teased, nudging her with her elbow. âBut whereâs the fun in that? Lifeâs too short to be boring. Especially when youâve got a Stark on your side.â
Y/N shot her a glare, but she couldnât help the small smile tugging at her lips. âYouâre not helping.â
âAnd youâre overthinking it,â Baela replied. âLook, you had a wild night with a hot guy. Enjoy it. Donât spiral. JustâŚsee what happens. You might surprise yourself.â
Y/N wanted to argue, wanted to tell Baela she was wrong, but deep down, she knew her cousin had a point. She was spiraling, and it wasnât getting her anywhere. Maybe Baela was right.
Or maybe sheâd end up in even deeper shit. But whatâs done is done.
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Cregan slammed the barbell back onto the rack with a grunt, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. The gym was quiet on a Monday afternoon, just the rhythmic thud of weights hitting the floor, the hum of the treadmill belts, and the occasional grunt from the other athletes scattered around. It was exactly how he liked itâminimal distractions, just him and the iron.
But today, he couldnât focus for shit.
He was supposed to be prepping, getting his body in peak condition for the winter season. Autumn was crunch time for a professional skier. Every session counted, every rep, every second shaved off his sprint time mattered. And yet, here he was, barely keeping his head in the game, because all he could think about was Y/N Velaryon.
Fuck, he needed another go.
He dropped down onto the bench, grabbing a towel and rubbing it across his face, trying to clear his thoughts. But it was impossible. His mind kept replaying the brief flashes he remembered from that nightâthe way sheâd looked up at him, her lips parted, her hands pulling him closer, nails digging into his skin like she couldnât get enough of him.
And the way he couldnât remember every goddamn detail was driving him insane.
He needed a do-over. A second chance to burn the memory of her into his brain properly this time. The half-forgotten fragments werenât enough. Not even close. He wanted to remember everythingâthe way she tasted, the sounds she made, the way she moved against him. He wanted to savor every moment, replay it in his mind during the endless hours of training and competition.
He grabbed a medicine ball, slamming it down against the floor with a force that rattled the nearby weights. He knew he needed to get his shit together. He couldnât afford distractions, not now, not with the season so close. But the harder he tried to focus, the more his thoughts drifted back to her.
To the way sheâd looked that morning, rushing out of his flat, her hair a mess, her dress askew, and the small, scrap of lace sheâd left behind like a calling card. He felt a grin tug at his lips just thinking about it. Fuck, sheâd been gorgeous. And heâd been too smashed to enjoy it properly.
âGet a grip, Stark,â he muttered to himself, slamming the ball down again, trying to burn off some of the frustration coursing through his veins.
But it was no use. No matter how many reps he did, no matter how much weight he lifted, the image of Y/N wouldnât leave his mind. He remembered the way sheâd smirked at him from across the room at that party, the way her eyes had lingered on him just a little too long, like sheâd been daring him to make a move.
And, oh, heâd made a move, alright. He just wished he could remember every damn second of it.
He switched to the rowing machine, gripping the handles tightly, and started pulling with quick, powerful strokes. His muscles burned, sweat dripped down his back, but it still wasnât enough to push her out of his mind.
The problem was, he wanted her again. He wanted to see her, touch her, hear her laugh that low, teasing laugh she had. But this time, he wanted to be fully aware of every single thing he did to her, every little reaction he could coax out of her. He wanted to watch the way her pupils dilated when he touched her, hear the way her breath hitched, see that flash of challenge in her eyes when she bit her lip.
He wanted to remember. All of it.
He needed to see her again, needed to make that happen. But how? It wasnât like he could just call her up. She was Jaceâs sister, for fuckâs sake, and Jace was already poking around, suspicious as hell. No, heâd have to be careful, play it smart. He needed to find a way to get her alone again, away from her brother, away from prying eyes.
The rowing machine beeped, signaling the end of his set, but he barely heard it. His mind was already spinning with possibilities, ideas forming as he wiped the sweat off his face.
Yeah, heâd find a way. There was no way in hell he was letting this go. Y/N Velaryon was under his skin now, and heâd be damned if he didnât get a chance to do things right this time.
Cregan cracked his neck, a determined smile spreading across his face as he headed toward the free weights. Heâd figure it out. And when he did, he was going to make damn sure he remembered every single second of it.
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I just saw your requests are open so I might as well jump in BECAUSE SKDNDNSN ok buttttt what about sukuna + his tummy having a mind of its own BEFORE you were their wife, like, you know nothing about this man but everytime you come in sigh you hear the most direct cat calling you've come across only to see a man with an expression of "God kill me now" so you don't know what's happening but it makes you really curious so you just... Provoke him? Like, use revealing clothing, put on an expensive perfume, etc. AAAH I Just love that hc of his stomach mouth having a mind of its own istg aaaa
a/n: ok so im gonna write this in a modern au because lets be real heian era Sukuna did NOT care about dating/courting
formatted into a bullet point headcannon post because im having way too much fun with this and nothing is connected in a cohesive form (pls forgive me for that but my brain is going ham with this concept)
cw: gn!reader, cursing, sexual content, bestie!gojo, Sukunaâs tummy mouth is a menace but wbk
imagine youâre a teacher at jujutsu high and a special grade sorcerer (because i enjoy feeling strong and this is a little self indulgent) (yall can choose if you want to be gojoâs classmate or nanamiâs it doesnât really impact anything)
Sukuna gets reincarnated without a vessel (dont ask me how it just happens ok) and to everyoneâs surprise, he volunteers to be an instructor at jujutsu high
he says its to âmake these pathetic kids somewhat decent sorcerers so they dont ruin the name of jujutsuâ
for whatever reason, the higher ups assign him a spot among the teachers at the school
imagine your shock when this 1000 year old 7 foot tall motherfucker shows in the middle of your class to introduce himself as the new teacher
youâd heard about his whole situation but you didnât expect him to show up in the middle of a lesson
you attempt to shoo him away but he doesnât even move (i mean what did you expect really?) and youâre forced to end class early
weirdly enough he keeps a hand clamped over his stomach the entire exchange?? you chalk it down to a stomach ache or something (that night you do wonder if curses, or er, the king of curses, even get physical pains)
ok so before i get into the whole thing lemme just-
in my head, the tummy mouth has the humour of a middle school boy and the self control of the dog from âabsolutely anythingâ
so yk. its a mess.
you see him the next day in the staff room
hes wearing a starched white shirt (it accommodates all his four arms and you question how he got one made in a single day) and a pair of fitted slacks, looking WAY too good for a curse
you realise youâve been staring through the glass window if the staff room and finally enter
only to be greeted by a LOUD wolf whistle followed by a âOOOOH HEY HOT THANGâ in the deepest, raspiest, most demonic ass voice youâve ever heard
sukuna looks like he wants to kill himself.
he gets up and leaves the room immediately
you hear the a faint âNO GO BACK AND FLIRT WITH THEM YOU WIMP ASS HOEâ in the same demonic voice as he stalks away
and youâre standing there
wondering what the actual fuck just happened
did you just experience harassment in your workplace?? but his mouth never even moved???
Gojo enters the staff room right after Sukuna vanishes and you IMMEDIATELY fill him in on whatever happened in hopes that he would have any explanation
hes confused, curious and amused all the same time
this doesnt mean hes of any help though
no, the piece if shit just laughs at you and goes off to terrorise the first years take class
before leaving he very unhelpfully reminds you that you have to share classes with Sukuna today
you enter the classroom a couple minutes before the students (you literally have 4 students and one of them is a panda god knows what the point of 2 teachers for such a small class is) and find Sukuna already in the room, leaning back on the chair, his legs resting on the table, eyes closed
once again
looking WAY too fine
just as you internally celebrate that nothing weird happened THE SAME OLD DEMONIC VOICE booms a âDAMN BABY YOU LOOK FINE, CMON LEMME TAKE YA HOMEâ
âwha- I- Eh??? Iâm sorry what the fuhck?!?â you sputter, eyes wide
Sukuna has leaped up from his chair, a mixture of embarrassment and murderous rage on his face
he hisses a âshut the fuck upâ in the vague direction of his abdomen before turning to you and apologising
âi am so sorry,â he says sheepishly âi owe you an explanation at the very least after two incidentsâ
âOI DONT APOLOGISE ASK THEM OUT THEYâRE HOT AND I KNOW YOU THINK SO TOOâ
âI WILL LITERALLY FUCKING SEW YOU SHUT IF YOU DONT STAY FUCKING QUIETâ
and once again. youâre standing there. shook.
Sukuna turns to you again with an expression that clearly says âGods please strike me down right nowâ and asks if you know about him having multiple body parts
youâve heard of the legends and stories: four eyes, four arms and mouths he can will to appear wherever he wants, so you nod
âWell it just so happens that the mouth on my stomach is sentient, and extremely vulgar. Although iâm sure you noticed the latter.â
his voice is a wonderful contrast to that of his tummy mouth
deep, melodic and smooth
he just got even more attractive.
fuck.
you realise you havenât given him a response and nod dumbly muttering out a quick âuh-huhâ
thankfully the students enter at that moment saving you from any awkwardness
what you have recently come to identify as Sukunaâs tummy mouth stays blissfully quiet throughout the class and shockingly enough the silence on the belly front continues throughout the day as you discuss lesson plans with your ridiculously hot coworker
that night as youâre getting ready for bed, you remember the exchange between Sukuna and his appendage (specifically the part about Sukuna thinking youâre hot) and a mischievous idea forms in your brain (hey gojo satoruâs influence was bound to kick in at some point)
the next day you leave the top few buttons of your work shirt undone and put on some of the pheromone perfume you got as a gag gift in an (what you presume to be potentially successful) effort to rile Sukuna up (lets be real you think hes pretty damn hot too)
clap yourself on the back for that one bestie because the second you enter the staff room, Sukunaâs eyes nearly bulge out of his skull and the tummy mouth starts BARKING
and drooling apparently (how do you know? well maybe because the front of sukunaâs pristine white dress shirt is now sopping wet)
âWIFE THEM UP I SWEAR TO-â
the sound of a coffee cup shattering interrupts whatever was gonna come after that
youâre met with Nanamiâs incredibly unimpressed gaze
without saying anything he leaves the room, muttering, âits too early for whatever the fuck this isâ
well.
that happened.
yall get together eventually
gojo tells you âi knew you wanted to fuck himâ
before you can come up with any sort of response, your boyfriendâs stomach pipes in with a âOH HE DEFINITELY WANTED TO FUCK THEMâ
this is your life now.
good luck.
a/n: HI IM HERE TOO THIS TIME!! i left the âgetting together part kinda up to interpretation because im shit at writing the âgetting togetherâ arcs but weâre gonna pretend like it was because i want you to be able to go wild with whatever you want
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Tea Time
Seeing William enjoying tea despite the sun being out, you decided to visit your reclusive vampire companion.
William James Moriarty
A/N:Â Since I couldn't write Halloween requests last year, I thought writing some shorts could be compensation ^^" The monster versions of the guys will just be based on the Halloween merch(?) I found :)
Tag/s:Â Vampire!William, Modern!Reader
Warning/s:Â Profanity
"For a vampire, you sure look anemic," you greeted William as you walked into the garden, watching him enjoy tea while wearing a sun hat, sunglasses, and long sleeves.
"Good afternoon to you as well, (Y/N)," William calmly greeted as he sipped his tea.
"Isn't it dangerous for you to be outside even if the sun's setting?" you asked, using your shadow to shield him from the sunlight.
"It's fine. I put on some sunscreen earlier, and a little sunlight every once in a while is not so bad," William reassured, making you hum as you sat across from him.
"Well, you look very pretty," you grinned, earning an unamused look from William as he kept his smile.
"What brings you here today?" he asked as he poured you a cup.
You shrugged your shoulders, tapping the cup lightly as you stared inside.
"Just wanted to visit..." you answered, taking a sip as William observed you.
"Nothing else?"
"Nope," you confirmed, focusing on drinking the tea.
"...He cheated on you, didn't he?" he asked, making you freeze as you set down the cup.
"Five times! Can you believe that asshole!?" you scoffed in anger as William poured you another cup, lending an ear.
"Ugh, I swear every decent guy is either dead, gay, or taken..." you muttered in despair with your face flat on the table as William listened to your woes.
"Sounds difficult," William mused, drinking from his cup as you looked up at him.
"Can't you introduce me to someone? Maybe a descendant of a friend of yours?" you joked, making William breathe out a smile.
"Unfortunately, no," he answered, making you sigh in disappointment.
"May I ask why you are in such a hurry to meet someone?" he asked, making you raise a brow.
"Don't people get married and have kids really young in your time?"
"Perhaps I can give you a history lesson during your next visit,"
"Never mind!" you quickly turned away, remembering the math lecture he gave you last time.
You let out a deep sigh as you nursed your teacup, "I swear I'm going to die alone..." you grumbled, sliding down to the table.
"Hm... I'll be sure to visit," William monotonously added, making you scoff as you threw the table napkin at him.
"You are no help at all!" you chuckled, making William smile as he effortlessly caught the napkin with a smile.
"Now, will you answer my question?" he asked, making you stop and bite your lip.
You dragged out a sigh as you sank into your arms.
"I don't know... Everyone around me has been getting married and having kids, and it... it just feels like I'm falling behind," you answered, making William look at you solemnly.
"(Y/N)-"
"And I know everyone goes at their own pace... but I just want to be with someone, you know? Don't you?" you asked, catching William by surprise.
"What? Don't you have a special someone?" you half-jokingly asked, making him awkwardly smile.
"I did... but that's all in the past now," he confirmed, surprising you.
"...Sorry," you sheepishly apologized, making William chuckle.
"Don't worry, it's been years... And they died of old age," he reassured, perking your ears.
"What were they like?" as you asked William, the alarm on your phone went off.
"Ah, shit... Sorry, let's continue this tomorrow," you hastily said as you fixed yourself.
"You're welcome to visit anytime you wish," William reassured, waving goodbye as you rushed out of the garden.
"But hey!" you shouted, catching William's attention, "Maybe they got reincarnated? Maybe we can try to find them tomorrow!" you suggested, waving goodbye as you rushed out of the manor, not wanting to deal with the late-night traffic.
William breathed out a smile as he watched your retreating figure, a solemn smile on his face as he kept his eyes on you.
"Seriously... They haven't changed at all,"
#yuukoku no moriarty x reader#moriarty the patriot x reader#halloween#william moriarty x reader#william james moriarty#william moriarty#jq halloween event
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yâall we need to fucking talk about how deep the lore for Love and Deep Space goes. Iâm literally crying after reading all three of Zayneâs Anecdotes back to back.
Spoilers for those Anecdotes: A Pure White Heart, Never-Ending Winter, and Still in Dark
A Pure White Heart is the account of an intern who temporarily gets to work under Dr. Zayne.
This is for sure set in the timeline/lifetime/whatever that we (MC) play in; Zayne is a renowned and respected doctor, with a cold exterior that makes it hard for people to see the utmost care and dedication he has for everyone. The pedestal heâs placed on as a top surgeon as well as his demeanor isolates him from everyone around him, and it takes a while and genuine effort for people to understand him.
(never mind how sad I got when everyone in the operation room was talking about a type of strange dish, Zayne pipes up with a joke, and everyone just frozeâsilent and unsure if Zayne was scolding them or something. Poor guy. Iâve got chronic RBF so i felt way too seen by this anecdote)
Never-Ending Winter is also most definitely set in our timeline with the Zayne we know. This anecdote sheds way more light on the Mt. Eternal Incident in the Arctic we as the MC heard about on our trip there.
Iâm unsure just how much time has passed since this Incident to where we were in the timeline of going there for our reasons, just that Never-Ending Winter took place before the start of our story in Love and Deep Space.
Yâall the writing for these anecdotes is batshit, and I say this before even getting to the third anecdote. The dark shit that happened on Mt. Eternal rivals that of mainstream analog horror and modern creepypasta.
It was tragic af too, and all it really does after answering some questions I didnât know I had about Mt. Eternal and the Incident, is give me more questions about what Zayne is doing back there after all this time. The end cutscene after where the story leaves off in chapter 8 shows him doing something over the ice in the Arctic, no doubt being the unfinished business he had planned when we parted ways. Is he excavating William???? because OHHHH BOYYY. Zayne was the source of Williamâs corruption? Which leads into the third anecdote and what it tells us about Abominations.
The third Anecdote, Still in Dark, is n u t s. Similar to the Little Mermaid-esque timeline/âMythâ/AU/whatever that Raphael has going on, this doesnât seem to be set within our current reality/timeline/whatever(itâs so hard to say, with constant overlapping with others and questions left unanswered). Linkon City seems to be a thing of the past, and the way of life for everyone has changed in to something a little more post-apocalyptic.
Zayne is a serial killer who is hunted by a detective!!!!! LET THAT SINK IN. WHAT THE HELL. On top of that, heâs not killing people in cold blood like what the detective initially believes, but hunting down people that are turning into Abominations, a sort of precursor to Wanderers that may or may not be the cause of frequent exposure to Protocores. (source: the mother of Georgie that reached out to Zayne in fear of her fate after watching her coworkers change for the worst. We have to learn in the hardest of ways that it might not just be due to exposure to Protocoresâ that it might be contagious. Poor Georgie.)
On top of everything else going on, higher ups seem to actually be aware of this situation!!! ITS A GOVERNMENT COVERUP. THIS IS WHAT I MEAN WHEN I SAY IT RIVALS THE WRITING OF ANALOG HORROR MASTERPIECES AND CREEPYPASTAS.
Again, Linkon City seems to be something of the pastâthis Zayne seems to be connected through it through space and time through his dreams of a separate reality or timeline with MC. If this is actually the same timeline, and instead just way later down the line with some reincarnation shenanigans or something, something bad happened to Linkon City. The Abomination outbreak is reminiscent of the Mt Eternal incident and what happened with Zayne and William. Zayne was the source of Williamâs infection. Just what the fuck happened up in that mountain??? Not to mention the fact that in our current place in the timeline, Zayne is back there, POSSIBLY excavating William. What if heâs the one setting off the apocalyptic events that make Linkon City a place of the past tense? Chillsssss.
It doesnât even stop there with the web of connections; something happens with Zayne at 27. The MC in Zayneâs dreams notices something is off with him. She (we) can tell itâs not Our Zayne. Maybe Iâm just thinking of the worst case scenario, but what if it parallelâs Georgieâs fate. What if Our Zayne is the dream of the monsterâthe abomination, and it wakes up on that special day. And This Zayne is reliving it through time and space because itâs all just one big circle.
Beyond the Anecdotes and the current story, the Jasmine Flower that has a little cameo in Still in Dark is incredibly significant. Itâs seems to function as a countdown in Still in Dark. To what? Who knows. Zayne turning into an abomination leading to the death of MC? A Future Diaryâs-esque countdown to Love and Death?
But it stems (ha) from Zayneâs Myth: Tower of Secrets. Iâm not sure when this takes place in the big olâ timeline or whatever, but itâs seemingly the most detached. Iâm only about 59% through it, but the fact that itâs in a very different time/universe/reality is clear from early on. Zayne is literally a cursed wizard in a tower and itâs giving Magic-High Fantasy instead of the usual Science Fiction-Spacepunk the usual story is.
I could go on for hours. Sorry if this seems like the ramblings of a madwoman. This has been the most consumed by an otome game Iâve been since Mystic Messenger and its cathartic and All Coming Full Circle for me. I donât have anyone else to talk to about these things so here I am, shouting into the void.
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Lullaby for the Past
Office au Sukuna x fem!reader
Synopsis;Â Reincarnated as a human, Ryomen Sukuna - the former king of curses - is now just a perpetually tired office worker living in a world free of curses. His dreams are haunted by visions of his past life, despite not actually retaining any of these memories himself. These nightmares have surrounded him since childhood and nothing he does seems to do any help, so heâs given up and has learned to live with the restless nights, the lack of sleep and the moodiness. That is, until a series of unexpected incidents occur with the newly transferred employee - Y/N.
01. Unfriendly beginnings
Word count: 5k+
With a heavy fist, he slammed down onto the shrieking alarm clock without skipping a beat to cease its noise, unable to have served its purpose. He had already been awake hours before its ringing. Sukuna attempted to rub the tiredness away from his eyes with a sigh. The third sleepless night in a row. It was particularly bad this week, for reasons left unknown.
He ran his fingers through his hair as he looked outside of his window, squinting with disapproval at the bright weather that failed to match his mood for the day. The morning mocked him with its excessive radiation of positivity. With an aggressive kick, his sheets flew off of him with ease and he slid his feet into his slippers to saunter off into the bathroom.Â
The following splash of cold water helped to alleviate his fatigue a bit, but when he looked up to see his reflection in the mirror, he witnessed the extent in which his lack of sleep had taken a toll on him.Â
âShitâŚ.Definitely seen better days,â he muttered to himself.
Pressing a fluffy towel against his face, he decided that he wasnât feeling up to hitting the gym today, and instead, chucked on some casual exercise clothes to head out for a light jog.
On the elevator, he plugged his earbuds in and opened up his spotify for a playlist with whatever pop songs that made it into the top fifty for the week. Music wasnât essential to him - it just acted as a tool to stop people from talking to him and to drown his own thoughts out. There was a large park nearby, where he usually did his running rounds - a well-kept, serene place with only a handful of other joggers and exercising people on early mornings like this.Â
As he made his final round of jogging in the area, he made a swift turn to go back home, where he would shower, gel up his hair, put an appropriate outfit on and head over to the underground parking area to get into his car.
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She accompanied the manâs quick pace with ease, paying close attention to her surroundings, already making sure to memorise her way through the large company that was to be her new workplace from now onwards. When they got to their office, the HR professional gestured towards a man, tall and well built, with blonde hair that was styled in a neat part.
Y/N had been working at a much smaller company - so switching to a larger, wealthier organisation had always been somewhere within the back of her mind, for a higher salary. Immediately, the change in quality stood out to her as her eyes followed the very modern and stylish looking walls, floor, even the people that walked past her. Spick and span, as well. She could only have a glimpse, but the various rooms and offices around them seemed to have plentiful new and well cared for equipment contained within them, contrasting her previous workplace where they only had older machinery.
âY/N, this is Nanami Kento, your new accounting supervisor. Heâll show you the reins and help you adjust to your new environment. Though since you have plenty of experience in the occupation, I doubt youâll be much of a hassle,â he told her with a smile.
âPleasure to meet you, Mr. Nanami,â she said as she firmly shook his hand.
âThe pleasure is all mine,â he responded, expression unchanged.
After exchanging a few more words, the HR professional left Y/N in Nanamiâs hands and he was able to escort her to her desk.
The desk beside Y/Nâs was still empty, but the one across it was occupied by somebody who held an awkward smile on his face, straightening up upon noticing her presence and also presumably, Nanamiâs. The individual that sat on the desk beside him paid no attention to them whatsoever. He had wild hair, almost to the point where she could question if it were even appropriate for this type of occupation. Her attention snapped back to what Nanami was saying, as he ran her through her schedule for the day and the things she needed to catch up on.
When he excused himself to go back to his own desk up towards the front of the office, Y/N looked around at her new coworkers and made eye contact with the man with glasses in front of her.
The man that strolled in ten minutes late seemed to have an intimidating aura that surrounded him, judging from the atmosphere that got the slightest bit quieter as he made an appearance. Another individual with a broad stature, soft pink hair that was gelled up, white dress shirt and tie that defined his muscles well as his jacket was draped onto his arm - she did her best not to stare. When he was about to take a seat beside her, he took notice of the unfamiliar woman. Y/N greeted him in a similar manner to the other coworkers.
They politely greeted each other, and the small, yet clear feelings of nervousness that knocked at her heart was relieved by a miniscule amount. She was startled when another voice piped up diagonally from her.
âChoso. Pleased to meet you,â the stoic man relayed.
âPleased to meet you too,â Y/N said. When she sank back into her chair, she immediately got to work.
The moodiness came off as no surprise to her. Though the blatant unfriendly demeanor stabbed at her motivation, Y/N paid no mind to it and followed suit, focusing on the pile of work that she had in front of her. Coworkers with unpleasant attitudes - was barely anything new to her.
âWho?â he asked with a raised eyebrow. Having been able to take a proper look at his face now, the one thing that was unmistakably obvious to her was how tired he looked. Eyebags that ran deep, a permanent expression of irritation that seemed to rest on his face and the small frown that overtook his lipsâŚ.Why did he look a bit familiar?
âL/N Y/N. The transferee accountant.â
âRight. Ryomen Sukuna,â he grunted. A rather brief introduction. He proceeded to turn away from her, facing his screen to signify that he wasnât interested in any further conversation.
Having gone through quite the workload around an hour or two later, Y/N stood up from her office chair to head over to the kitchen where there was a fancy coffee machine sitting on the counter. She hummed with content, thinking back to when she sufficed with only a kettle and instant coffee and some tea bags. Problem was, she had no clue as to how she was to operate it. When she peeked outside, she saw that others were looking pretty occupied with their work and so her resolve to ask someone for help dissolved away quickly. Fumbling around with the machineâs features for a while, she failed to notice the looming figure that stood behind her with a look of indignation.
Talking with Yui for a little bit, Y/N was able to learn a lot about the men that surrounded her desk. Ijichi looked to be on friendly terms with everybody, but he was often quite easily pressured into making decisions he didnât want to make. Choso was an expressionless individual, difficult to read at most times, but his attitude apparently did a complete 180 when coaxed into talking about his two younger brothers. And the last man, Sukuna, was deemed to be the scariest one in the entire office (when provoked). For unknown reasons (despite having worked around him for quite a while) he was always snappy and tired for the most part. Yui reassured Y/N, telling her that he did get better occasionally, and that there was no need to worry about him as long as she didnât get in his way. From the kitchen window through the blinds, she watched as he madly typed away with one hand, coffee mug pressed against his lips.
âMove,â he said with a sigh and then a click of his tongue.
Y/N stepped away from him and observed with great concentration as he worked the machine at the speed of light. After successfully brewing his own coffee, he exited out of the kitchen with no concern for her whatsoever, maintaining a face of nonchalance. It got her fists balled up and her eyes glowering. Would it kill him to be just a bit more welcoming? Luck was in her favour however, as another female coworker soon walked in with a friendly smile, Yui, she was called, who was more than enthusiastic to help her out.
After finalising her report, Y/Nâs eyes flickered up to the clock hung up on the wall and deemed it an appropriate time to do a quick phone check before finishing things up for the day. But when she scanned her desk, her phone was nowhere to be found. Digging through her purse was of no help, as it wasnât in there either. Panic rising in the pit of her stomach, she patted her non-existent pockets and pushed herself away from the desk to take a look at the floor beneath her.Â
When she looked up again, she was surprised to see that it was being held up close to her face, by somebody standing behind her. Y/N grabbed it without thinking, shoulders loosening and mouth curving up with a smile of relief. She was able to witness the markings revealed on their wrist - it looked to be like a band encircling it - as the sleeve was pulled back a little due to the outstretch of their arm. At first glance, it seemed like a tattoo but looking a bit closer, she realised that itâs texture resembled that of a birthmark. The hand withdrew itself and Y/N was decently surprised to see who it was.
There was no way of knowing that for sure however, as Sukuna never offered a proper response to her expression of gratitude.
Sukuna didnât hesitate to return to his desk immediately, holding his third cup of coffee for the day. When he caught Y/N still staring at him with a puzzled face, he responded by wheeling himself closer to the screen in front of him, unperturbed.
âKitchen.â He finally spoke, without sparing her a second glance.
It took her a couple of seconds to understand what he meant. Thinking about it again, she did remember having her phone with her when she was chatting with Yui earlier.
âThank you,â she told him, loud enough for him to hear.
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âWe were thinking of having dinner tonight, as a means of welcoming you. Itâs kind of a tradition here. Are you free after work today?â Yui asked warmly along with Ijichi on the Friday afternoon of the same week.
Really? You guys would do that for me? Y/N thought to herself. Her first week at the company was quite challenging for her, and though the idea gave her butterflies in her stomach, she was ready to grasp the opportunity to get closer with the new people that surrounded her.
âDefinitely! Iâm okay to go,â she said.
So when the time to leave clocked in, Y/N along with a couple of others grouped up to walk over to the nearby pizza restaurant. When Nanami was invited to go along with them however, he apologised profusely and told them he had to get home as he already had plans for the night.
âBelieve it or not, but Mr. Nanamiâs actually a happily married man. Did you have a dinner date already arranged for tonight, sir?â A fellow coworker, Suzuki, piped up.
Nanami gave a light chastising to the man for breaking professionalism, but the corners of his mouth were curved up ever so slightly, indicating that he did indeed have a loved one waiting for him back at home.
The pizza restaurant was a lot more refined than what she had expected, and from the looks of it, the workers of this company were regulars here, seen in the welcoming faces of the employees as they directed them towards a suitable table. She sat in front of Sukuna, on the far left of the large table. The very first thing they did was deciding on which pizzas to order, and then the more important part, the alcohol. The place had a number of fancy drinks available, all of them well suited for the pizzas that they served. Y/N herself asked for a dry vodka martini.Â
âAre you guys joining in as well?â Takahashi, another coworker, questioned both Sukuna and Choso who had just finished packing up, ready to leave.
âIâll participate,â Choso responded, âitâs not good to break tradition.âÂ
It seemed as though everybody was anticipating Sukunaâs reply, gulping as they waited for an answer. Feeling the obvious pressure in the atmosphere, he openly sighed and gave a noise of acknowledgement towards them. He believed it would be more bothersome if he hadnât attended and received the stink eye for it as a result. Yet, it didnât change the fact that he still really wanted to go home to get some shut-eye. An average man would have been on the verge of insanity by now, but Sukuna had plenty of experience with this kind of fatigue. It was fine, he would find the right timing to leave and get out of there just after a couple of slices.
On the other hand, Sukuna refrained from ordering an alcoholic drink, being aware of his car that was still parked at the companyâs private parking lot. Instead, he requested a large glass of coke.
There seemed to be a nice conversation going on over the table, with the spotlight often falling upon Y/N as she was asked a multitude of questions regarding her prior workplace and a number of trivial other things. This lively environment, filled with chatter and giggles, was what she had been looking forward to. The mozzarella pizza went well with her vodka martini, the warm yellow light of the restaurant provided a great degree of comfort and the scent of freshly baked pizza constantly wafted about her nose - reigniting her appetite every time she told herself that she was getting full. A downside to this was how the desire to loosen her skirt was getting stronger and stronger.
All throughout the remainder of the casual banter that went around the group, Sukuna hadnât contributed a single word since, as noticed by Y/N. She couldnât help but spare a curious glance or two at the way he had wordlessly ate away instead, his disinterest towards the conversation at hand being as clear as day. It looked as though his fatigue had gotten worse, as well. He was no longer eating. Instead, he seemed to be nodding off with subtlety, his head bobbing like he was drunk.
âWeâre actually pretty happy about you coming here,â one of them spoke out to her.
âYeah, the previous dude was a real handful,â Suzuki said, face scrunching up as if he had sucked on a lemon.
âOh? What happened?â Y/N asked.
âHe made a really bad mistake with one of the files and ended up having to get fired over it,â Yui said, shaking her head. âSukuna and Mr. Nanami suffered a lot, covering up for him after that. It was a busy season too.â
âFuck, donât even bring up that bastard ever again. Getting a migraine just thinkinâ about it,â Sukuna drawled, throwing his head back to emphasise this. The rest of them chuckled at his small quip.
The sleep he had failed to catch up on came spilling back onto him all at once and the drowsiness was getting more and more difficult to fight off with each passing second. There was no point of refusing the alcohol if he was going to be too tired to drive home anyway. Usually he never let his guard down around big groups of people but goddamn his eyelids were heavy. Each slow blink was coaxing him into laying his head on the table. Witnessing this scene in front of her, she wondered if she should help him stay awake.Â
Y/N decided against it and just observed his rather cute, sleepy expression.Â
When Y/N returned her focus to the table before her, she noticed how Sukunaâs head was now drooping down even further. It was startling when his forehead hit the surface with a loud bump. Was that not painful? Everyone else looked equally as concerned as her, staring at him with an awkward silence.
Her attention shifted to Choso, when he suddenly stood up from his chair.
âIâm afraid I need to take an early leave. I promised my brothers I'd watch a movie with them before bed,â he said with a gaze that was more softened than the usual emotionlessness he held. âWeâre splitting the bill today, right? I can wire my share of payment later on, if itâs okay,â he continued.
âThatâd be nice, thanks! Weâll let you know how much it is afterwards.â
With a quick wave of goodbye, Choso was on his way home after he patted Y/N on the shoulder with a small âsee yaâ.
âIs...Is he dead?â Ijichi questioned, adjusting his glasses with worry.
Takahashi, who was sitting next to Sukuna, poked him with a finger, cautiously.
âNo! Donât do that, Iâm scared,â Suzuki exclaimed. Stifled laughter went around all of them. Sukuna wasnât budging, however. They released their breaths when he started lightly snoring, face down on the table.
âWow. He isnât usually like this, but I guess he was on a whole ânother level of tired, this week,â Takahashi commented.
âWeâll wake him up when weâre all finished, later.â Yui said quietly. They nodded in agreement.
Y/N moved Sukunaâs drink away from him, to avoid potential spillage.
Little did they know, he would not stir from his spot.
âSukuna? Sukuna! Itâs time to go home,â one of the braver guys said, trying to shake him awake.
There was little to no response from the man, only absolute stillness, minus the snoring.
âCrap...Does anybody know his address? Or any of his close acquaintances?â Suzuki questioned.
Everybody shook their heads, having no clue.
âIâm afraid someoneâll have to probably take him in for the night,â Takahashi said with his arms crossed. They all looked at each other with unease.
âWell, I have a boyfriend at home and...I doubt heâd be happy with me bringing another man in,â Yui said.
âI-I have no space in my homeâŚâ
âI havenât moved out of my parentsâ place yet.â
And the rest of them all had an excuse of a similar caliber, including Ijichi as well. They looked at Y/N, apologetically. She slowly pointed at herself with her index finger, looking around with confusion.
...Huh?
At least they paid for the food and drinks.
So there she was, internally sighing as she watched two men haul Sukuna into the waiting taxi in front of her.
âDoesnât he have his own car? What do we do about that?â Y/N asked.
âItâs parked at the companyâs parking lot - itâll be safe there. Just make sure his keys donât fall out of his pocket,â Takahashi told her.
âY/N, Iâm so sorry this happened to you during your first week here,â Yui said with a sheepish smile. âHeâs a decent man though, so I donât think you need to be that worried.â
Y/N knew that her day was going rather too smoothly today. But itâs not like she could just leave him cold on the streets.
âI-Itâs fine,â she replied with her best fake smile.
As the taxi stopped in front of her apartment, something that she had forgotten to worry about sprang up in her mind, like a reminder. Her eyes darted to look at Sukunaâs big build. How was she going to carry him all the way up?Â
She got in the taxi shortly after and was disgruntled by the fact that his seatbelt wasnât on. She had to push him aside to do it for him. She noticed how he was now frowning in his sleep. Still so moody, even when heâs asleep.
âDamn, your boyfriendâs out cold,â the driver said, âdid he have too much to drink?â
âOh uh, weâre not in that kind of relationship,â Y/N told him.
At that moment, Sukunaâs head fell down onto her shoulder. She stared at him with widened eyes and the driver flashed her a cheeky smile.
âAlright, then. Where are you headed?â
Y/N felt the embarrassment rise up against her neck as she told him her address. During the ride, she attempted to make him lean on the window instead of her shoulder several times, but he just kept bouncing back - much to the driverâs hidden amusement.
Well, there was one person who lived next door to her who could possibly lend a hand. Y/N apologised to the driver and asked him to wait just around five minutes.
- Five minutes later -
âSo? Who is this guy?â Maki asked with a raised eyebrow. She stood in front of the wide open car door with her arms crossed.
âHeâs a coworker of mine. He passed out during our dinner after work today. Nobody knew where he lived and itâs not like we could just abandon him,â she answered, truthfully.
âWasnât it your first week working there? Why couldnât someone else take him in?â she continued to question.
âWell, none of them had enough space at home for it, apparently.â
âAnd you do?â
âI do have a large sofa bed in my living room.â
Maki hoisted Sukuna up onto her shoulder like he weighed nothing, and they stepped into the elevator.
âThis is ridiculous,â she sighed.
âSorry. Is he that heavy?â
âNo, not that. Youâre literally bringing some man you barely know into your home.â
âIt is a bit dumbfounding, I never thought it wouldâve come to this. I think itâll be okay though. Plus,â she looked at him with mischief in her eyes, âI think itâd be interesting to have him under my debt.â
Maki looked a bit puzzled for a moment.
âIâm just kidding,â Y/N added, nudging Maki cheekily. She rolled her eyes in response.
Around an hour had passed by the time she came out of her shower, using a towel to dry her still slightly damp hair. Coming out of the bathroom, she took a glance at Sukuna, whoâs face had loosened up a bit upon having a softer surface to sleep on. Y/N couldnât help but notice how uncomfortable that tie looked on him. He needed something to keep him warm for the night, too. She walked over to open up the blanket closet in her room. She came back holding a large, fluffy one and lightly draped it over his figure. His damn tie, though.
She watched with slight unease as Maki chucked him onto the sofa bed without much care for his well being. He didnât seem to stir, however.
âIâm surprised heâs slept through all of this.â
âHe always seems tired and sleepy at work,â Y/N said as she walked Maki back out her entrance door.
âThatâs kind of sus, not gonna lie. Lock your bedroom door tonight.â
âI donât think heâd try anything, but sure, will do,â she replied with a chuckle.
After a quick wave, Maki left to go home.
â...Goodnight,â she said, as she turned the living room lights off.
âExcuse me...Iâll just loosen this up a little for you,â Y/N whispered as she reached out for it.
He didnât budge, and her attempt resulted in a success. She didnât take it off, but it was looking much better than before. For a second, she hesitated to move away from him. There was a twinge of indescribable sadness that was reflected on his worn out face.
Y/N did make sure to lock her bedroom door that night though, just in case.
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...This was not his place.
Itâd been quite a while since he last got sleep this good. It was one of those peaceful nights, where he justâŚ.didnât dream. Or was he dreaming right now? There was an unfamiliar scent coming from his bed, as well as something delicious brewing up in the kitchen. Also...did his bed always have this kind of texture to it? Something was off. Most important of all, he retained no memories of going home last night.Â
Home? Sukuna fluttered his eyes open hastily and sat up twice as quick.
âOh! Youâre finally awake. I was beginning to think you were dead or something.â
He whipped around to see Y/N, wearing an apron and holding a ladle in her hand.
What the fuck? Donât tell me I-
âStop that assumption right now. You passed out from fatigue yesterday night and nobody could take you in, so I did,â she pointed at his tie, âI loosened that up, but touched nothing else.â
He still seemed to be lost for a moment, recollecting the moments of yesterday, a blank expression overtaking his face.
âAre you goodâŚ?â she asked, watching as he silently sat before her.Â
âListen, I appreciate the sentiment, but I wouldâve been fine by myself,â he told her in an irritable manner.
Both of her eyebrows went up and she crossed her arms in front of him, ladle hanging over her arm. A gleam slinked over the metal in a threatening way.
âDamn, sorry. Shouldâve left you sleeping on the streets, then.â
As if realising his own churlishness in the situation, he avoided her stare and looked down at the floor with one hand scratching the back of his head.
â...No, my bad. Thanks for uh, taking me in. Iâm guessing you guys couldnât wake me up?â
âYep,â she said, unfolding her arms and smiling in appreciation of his corrected response.
He grimaced a little, but proceeded to do that and shortly after, found himself sitting at her dining table.
Sukuna stood up, combing through strands of his messy hair using his fingers. He patted his pockets for his car and house keys.
âYour keys are on the coffee table in front of you,â she told him as she went back to her kitchen.
He immediately stepped forward to stuff them into his pocket.
âYouâre free to join me for lunch, if youâd like to.â
âLunch? Donât you mean breakfast?â he questioned from the living room.
âItâs almost 2pm. You slept past midday, mister.â
âJust call me Sukuna,â he grunted. âAnd, Iâm grateful for the offer but I think Iâll pass-â
At this terrible timing, a hideous growl emerged from his stomach. Y/N bit her lip to stop herself from erupting into laughter. She witnessed him cursing under his breath, gripping onto his stomach in embarrassment.
âLooks like your body is saying otherwise. Wash your hands and take a seat, the miso soup and dumplings turned out well.â
âEat up,â she said, looking proud of her homemade meal.
Silently, he picked up his spoon and took a sip of the soup.
âHow is it?â
âItâs...good.â Perhaps it was because of his improved mood from the good nightâs sleep he was able to get, the response came out of his mouth before he could stop it.
âIâm glad.â
They ate under a relaxing silence.
When they finished eating around the same time, Sukuna stood up from his chair, rolled his sleeves up and began collecting the empty plates and bowls.
âIâll do the dishes,â he said, in a way that made it difficult to argue with.
Y/Nâs eyes followed him about as he swiftly did so, gaze resting upon his broad back as he worked through them at the sink. She was determined to savour this moment, as she had a feeling that heâd return to his usual attitude at work the next week.
When he was done, he immediately went to her entrance door after wiping down his wet hands on a paper towel.
âIâll be off, then.â
âHave a safe trip home.â
He gave a quick nod and was out the door. What a surreal experience. Y/N stretched her arms out, content that she didnât have any dishes to wash that afternoon, and went into her room to put a comfortable outfit on. Back to her original plan of going grocery shopping.
Outside in the hallway, Sukuna frowned at the familiar carpet of the apartment level floor as well as...the same elevator design and buttons that were a carbon copy of the ones at his place. He stepped inside.
Must be a coincidence.
The doors opened up with a ding and when he exited through the glass door, his eyes widened with bewilderment, heart dropping.Â
This was...this was his apartment.Â
â...Fuck.â He hung his head and paced around with heavy feet, sighing - only to be met with Y/N again, at the door.
Sukuna stepped into his own home and instantaneously went over to his bathroom to take a shower and brush his teeth. The mirror didnât fail to illuminate his eyebags that seemed lighter, his eyebrows that werenât creased together and his irises that looked less clouded than usual.
âWhatâs wrong? Did you forget something?â she asked.
âUh, noâŚâ Sukuna looked troubled as he rubbed the nape of neck. âTurns out we live in the same building.â
Y/Nâs gaze switched from looking at him to looking at her apartment, several times.
â...You must be joking,â she said quietly. He shook his head.
âShit. This is - one hell of a coincidence.â Her mysterious feelings of familiarity with Sukuna werenât a mystery any longer. She probably saw him around a couple of times. Or at least, a glimpse of him in the vicinity.
âTook the words right outta my mouth,â he muttered.
âWell. I guess Iâll be seeing you around more often, then?â
âGuess so.â
After an awkward second farewell, they went their separate ways, both of them shaking their heads at the strange outcome.
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warnings: language of course, nipple talk??, dream being a fanny pack dad for .2 seconds, an admission of Love
tags: sapnap x gn!reader
words: 1115
A/N: wrote this in like an hour.. not sorry!
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âJesus Christ,â you breathe, shoulders tensing as you pull your hands up to your chest. The water is fucking cold. Like, shrink-your-balls-cold. Like, my-pinky-toe-fell-off-cold.
âCome on,â He teases, grabbing your wrist and tugging you towards him. You just stumble like a newborn deer, slamming into his chest and gasping at the splash of water rising to your hips. âItâs not that bad.â
âTell that to my rock-hard nipples,â you sputter, crossing your arms tight on your chest and letting yourself get swayed by the current.
Itâs a surprisingly windy day in Florida, sun out every once and a while to warm up the scattered groups of people on the beach. Sapnap insisted you two go down to the beach (âwe donât even have to swim!â) for dinner and to waste some of the day away. Itâs summer, so you can do that. You still put on a swimsuit, deciding that relaxing would be more comfortable in less clothes anyways.
âTell your nips to chill, then.â A large hand catches you around the waist and tugs you forward. His chest is surprisingly warm on your skin and you shiver. You press even closer, hiding your face in his neck to steal some of his warmth. âYou are cold,â he murmurs, in awe, and slides his hands up and down your biceps that prickle with goosebumps.
âNo shit,â you whine and shuffle closer. Gravelly sand works its way in between your toes and makes you shuffle your feet, disgusted look pulling at your face. âI hate the beach.â
Sapnap reaches to brush your windswept hair out of your face and his hand drops to thumb at your pout, brows pulled together.
âNo you donât. You just hate being cold.â His hands tug at your elbows and lift your arms to loop around his neck. âJust hug me,â he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple. Your pout softens and you silently agree. He is warm. He also smells like sunscreen and something musky you attribute to that cologne he says makes him âsmell like David Beckhamâs butlerâ. Whatever the hell that means.
Your attitude shifts as soon as you stop trembling. The sun peeks out of the clouds and warms your shoulders. The water lapping at your abdomen seems calm and warm instead of rough and piercing. And the boy in your arms is patient instead of the devil reincarnate who wants you to become a human popsicle.
âBetter,â you decide, sliding a hand to the nape of his neck and tracking your fingers through his silky hair. He just hums, content. The arms slung around your waist grip tight as you two sway together to no tune in particular.
A gruff voice shouts from the shore and you peel yourself from his chest, turning. Itâs Dream. Waving like an idiot from the place where your bags and towels lay in the fine sand. He mustâve just got here after finishing up a plug-in at home, too busy to come with you guys when you left but apparently not too busy to leave ten minutes after. You just lift a hand, grinning at his excitement. Everybody likes beach day.
âYou hungry?â You ask, voice quiet and sweet, and Sapnap just stares back at you with a blissful expression. You blink. He shakes his head, licking at his bottom lip.
âUh, yeah.â
You pass him a weird look.
âIs the heat getting to your head?â You suggest with a mocking tone and lift a hand to press to his forehead. He bats you away with a smile.
âI will hold you under,â is all he says before heâs letting go and walking back up to the shore. You just gape, pausing, before wading after him.
âYou wouldnât.â You sound scandalized and he just laughs, waiting until youâre shoulder-to-shoulder with him so he can take your hand in his.
âTry me.â His lip quivers with a held-back laugh. You just roll your eyes and shove his shoulder. Brat.
The sandwiches and fruit he packed are well-needed replenishment. Well, however much fruit you getâDream is a cantaloupe fiend. And he steals like half of the bag of jalapeĂąo chips. This is why you canât have nice things.
But the rest of the late-afternoon swings by quickly. The wind dies down with no protest and the beach gets less and less crowded as time drags into sunset territory.
âGo stand over there,â you order, gesturing to a lump of sand right next to what used to be a sandcastle.
âI donât want a picture, Y/N,â Sapnap complains, not very go-with-the-flow.
âToo bad, baby.â You lift your phone and snap a few pictures of a grumpy looking Sapnap in front of the beautiful sunset.
âSmile like you love me,â Dream suggests, standing to the right of you with his hands on his hips. This feels like two parents forcing their eight year old to take pictures with the Mickey Mouse statue at Disney World. Your boyfriend pulls his face into what looks like halfway between a grimace and grin, but itâll have to do. A smile stretches your lips subconsciously at his cute face.
âSo cute,â you coo, and step forward to squeeze at his cheeks. He canât help but chuckle and lean to press a kiss to your mouth. Okay, two. Would be three if Dream didnât make a vomit noise and stomp back to your things like a petulant child. You just shake your head.
The ride home is perfect. Sapnap has the windows down, allowing you to lean your head out and feel the wind in your hair with closed eyes. Music different to his usual modern taste drifts lazily out of the speakers and makes you uncharacteristically sleepy for 9 pm. The second he parks in the driveway you jerk awake, blinking wildly around in the night air. A yawn splits your face and you lift a hand to cover it, turning to Sapnap with watery eyes. He just gazes at you, looking somewhat in a trance.
âI love you.â
You freeze, palm dropping from your mouth. The water in your eyes stills.
Itâs the first time.
First time heâs said it.
And he doesnât sound nervous. No shake in his inflection, no quiet tone. He says it like itâs the easiest thing, deciding to love you.
You love him too. Of course you do. Who wouldnât?
âReally?â You ask, shy grin creeping onto your lips. He just nods, cheeks pink. You wait a beat, still processing. The wind slides gentle and easy, lifting the hair up off your neck. âI love you too, you know. You have to know.â
He just nods.
Of course he knows.
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Hey ! How are you ? Can I request an imagine for Hanji x f!reader where they both get reincarnated in modern time ? They both died side by side during the rubbling and when they get reincarnated they both have memories of their past life (they were already lovers). Reader thought she was never going to see her girlfriend again but one day she finds her by chance.
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In Another Life
Summary: Reincarnation is the doctrine or belief that the soul reappears after death in another and different bodily form.
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Cold sweat drips down your face as you bolt awake, digging your nails into the bedsheets. The same nightmare has been waking you up in the middle of the night since you were a child.
In your dream, you are a soldier who battles to save humanity in the fight against titans. Somehow, you always manage to kill the gigantic beings and return safely to the world inside the walls.
Always by your side is a brown-haired woman with glasses, her left eye is missing in most of the dreams. In all honesty, you have never seen anyone so beautiful before and, somehow, you remember her name.
Hanji Zoe.
One day, you stood by her side as the world youâve once known was being left behind, turned into dust. She held your face in her hands as tears streamed down her cheeks, the feeling of her lips against yours is vivid and you can even smell the apple she had earlier.
The scream of your comrades echoes through the plane and into your brain but all you can focus on is the image of Hanjiâs body catching on fire as the same flames burn down your back.
She hits the ground seconds before you do and somehow you manage to land by her side, hand touching hand as her lifeless body begins to cool down. You donât have much time to think before a titanâs massive foot squishes your bodies at the exact same time.
Thatâs usually when you wake up, when your lungs and heart explode inside your chest due to the pressure of the step. When every blood vessel in your body gives in to the pressure and bursts inside you.
You grab your phone, only to realize your alarm was about to go off anyway. So instead of trying to go back to sleep, you simply push the covers aside and begin to drag yourself to the bathroom in hopes of getting your day started.
Not every dream you have is a nightmare. Some of them are about a life you donât remember living: The combination of joy and fear after joining the Survey Corps, the warmth of Hanjiâs naked body against yours, the delicious smell of freshly made apple pie coming from the kitchen in the middle of the night.
At nights where you donât dream about that life, you miss it. You miss being around your friends, being able to move around the trees as if you were flying, you miss her. Her deep, brown eyes are all you can think about and time slips away from you.
Once your morning routine is completed, you decide to go for a run in the park behind your house. Since the sun has been out for less than an hour, it shouldnât be too busy and youâll be able to enjoy some quiet time.
As the armband slides up your skin, a chilling sensation travels down your spine and nearly every particle of hair in your body rises, even though you canât understand why. So you simply shake your head and push the feeling down.
Carefully, you select your favorite playlist and check to make sure your laces are tied but before you can actually look, your phone rings loudly in your ear nearly giving you a heart attack.
Without a second thought, you decline the call without even checking to see who it is and you make your way outside.
The cold breeze welcomes you and the sweet smell of the food cart in front of your house hits your nose. Usually after a run, you reward yourself with one of their delicious crepes and that is enough motivation for you to finish your jog.
At this time, the park is the most peaceful place in the city. No crying babies in their strollers or loud business men walking around on their phone, there is only you and maybe three more people.
Your favorite song comes on and you feel the energy pumping through your veins with every beat. Itâs the perfect weather for a run and you silently enjoy the calm that washes over your body.
Your mind wanders back to your nightmares and you start to remember the better part of it. The times Hanji would take you to a secret picnic after she became commander or the makeout sessions in the janitors closet.
In some ways, you could even feel her warm skin against yours, her kiss-swollen lips attached to you by a string of saliva. It nearly feels as if you had lived throughout all of it, but it couldnât be possible.
Youâre so deep into your thoughts that you donât notice the stick on the floor and, when you do, itâs too late and youâre already halfway towards the ground so all you can do is protect your face from the concrete.
The impact itself isnât too painful but the humiliation is what stings the most. If only you hadnât gotten that call before leaving your house, you wouldâve remembered to tie your shoelaces and therefore they wouldnât have gotten stuck on the stick on the floor.
This isnât the first time the woman in your dreams has caused you trouble. In a few of your memories, she would make too much noise when you sneak out and the Commander would eventually catch you.
Ever since you were young and these dreams first started, youâve been going to a therapist after the other in hopes of understanding what all of this means and why is it happening to you but all came to the same result: inconclusive.
No matter how many doctors you see, no one can understand why you have such vivid dreams about a war nobody has ever heard anything about or creatures that have never once been proven to exist.
With your ass on the ground, you notice you used the word âmemoriesâ instead of dreams and for a second you feel as if all air has been sucked out of your lungs by a massive vacuum.
You shake your head, pushing those feelings deep down inside of you and getting on your knee, preparing to tie your laces when a familiar perfume rushes by you.
Itâs faint and quick, probably carried by the wind but enough for you to snap your head backwards. A comforting feeling settles in your chest, warm and fuzzy if you could describe it. Thatâs exactly how the woman from your dreams smelled like.
You notice a brunette in a bright yellow sports bra turning around a bush not too far away, but you canât see if sheâs wearing glasses or if she only has one eye, like Hanji did.
âY/N donât be ridiculous!â You say to yourself, standing up and brushing away the dirt from your clothes, âHanji is not a real person, sheâs like an imaginary friend.â
Forgetting all about your fall, you decide to resume your run. The pain in your foot forces you to go a bit slower than you are used to but nothing too serious.
Once you are done running your laps around the park and begin to make your way back home, a few drops of rain begin to fall on your skin, forcing you to rush home.
As you are eagerly awaiting for the crepe youâve been dreaming about for hours, the owner of the small cart has a sad expression on his face.
âIâm fresh out of batter. My husband just went to grab some more, it should take a little longer than 45 minutes, I am so sorry Y/N.â He says and you sigh, a compassionate smile on your lips and you nod.
âYou will save me the first one you make when heâs back right?â You ask and the man eagerly nods.
âOf course. With banana, strawberry and chocolate, right?â
And you laugh, knowing that the only reason why he knows your order so well is because his crepes have been your breakfast each morning since you first moved into this apartment.
Once you are done with the conversation, you rush up the stairs and immediately into the shower. With a washcloth you gently brush the dirt out of your bruised knee, quietly hissing as the burning sensation takes over.
Even though you know you arenât supposed to do so, you pour hydrogen peroxide on top of the wound and a scream leaves your throat at every step of the way.
âToday really isnât my day.â You say to yourself as you begin to wash your hair. A few specs of dirt fall to the ground and a prolonged sigh escapes your lips. Everything just seems to be going wrong: rain, no crepe, fell during a run, whatâs next? Waiting in line at the coffee shop for over an hour?
As you stand in line, you realize you should have kept your mouth shut. Even though you ordered online, the amount of people surrounding the pick up area was beyond ridiculous and you were definitely getting late for work.
Once your turn finally comes, you thank silently in hopes that you will be able to actually make it in time. So with your chest out and happiness on your face, you loudly say over the many other voices, âOrder for Y/N!â
The guy behind the counter looks confused as he checks every cup individually and you watch over him as he does so. He shoots you a sadden and a little annoyed look and you realize that the âOrderâ button never got pushed.
Your eyes fill with tears of frustration but you brush them away and take your phone out, repeating your online order to the barista on the register and they write it down perfectly.
Your eyes are glued to your phoneâs screen while you wait for a message from your boss but the same comforting sensation you felt this morning is back again. Maybe itâs the smell of coffee that reminded you of the trips to Marley or the crowds of different people around, much like eldians and marleyans.
âI have to get this shit out of my brain.â You say, shaking your head and focusing on typing out a message to your friend, complaining and hoping that you wonât get fired today. You worked too hard to get this job and if they let you go over some 20 minute wait, youâll raise hell on Earth.
âOrder for Y/N?â A familiar voice says but you canât identify from where.
So you walk to the counter, finally putting your phone away and counting the coffees. Your eyes land on the baristaâs hand, who carries your regular order. You reach for it and in a split of a second, your hands touch.
The world around you seems to stop and so does your breathing. When you look at her, you realize she is the part of you that has been missing all along. Sheâs a real person and not a dream. You look at her nametag, just making sure you arenât going insane and there it is. âHanji Zoeâ
In that minimal touch, you are bombarded by the emotions of a lifetime ago. The first day you met, the first titan experiment you had done together, the first kiss, the first time youâve had to kill a titan because she would always get too damn close to being eaten alive.
But you are also reminded of the last meal you both ate, the last nose rub, the last time her lips touched yours, the last hand holding, the last breath you both took before you woke up where you are now.
And just like that, feelings you didnât know were possible for you to have emerged from deep within your chest as if a box that has been sitting deep inside the closet has now just been opened. It even seems like the world has just gotten a bit more colorful.
Tears shine in your eyes as the coffee you just waited so long for hits the ground. With a smile on your face, you wrap your arms around her neck and pull her over the counter. It doesnât take her more than a second to seal your lips together.
Her breath tastes like the hot chocolate she had earlier that day but it still manages to awaken butterflies that laid dormant in your stomach throughout your entire life. Itâs not until your phone rings in your pocket that you are brought back to reality.
âIâm so late for work!â You smile at her and rush out of the store, the container with the other cups in your left hand.
âWait!!â A voice screams from just outside the coffee shop and you immediately turn around to see Hanji, her hat in her hand as she comes closer to you. âI knew something was missing my entire life andâŚ.â
âAnd now I realize it was you.â You two say in perfect unison and she nods.
âWhy donât we start over? This time, without any titans around.â She asks and you smile.
âHey, Iâm Y/N.â You say, extending your hand.
âIâm Hanji Zoe and I would love to take you on a date sometime.â Hanji meets you in the middle, shaking your hand.
âI really have to go.â You say and a frown appears on her face, you have to fight the will to quit your job and start a nice, little life in the woods with her. Something youâve always talked about but sadly never got to have.
âIâll wait for you right here then.â She says, letting go of your hand slowly and you immediately touch the back of her head and bring her in for a long kiss while still managing to keep the cups in your hand still.
This time it was not a goodbye kiss. It was simply the second first kiss youâve ever had with Hanji and hopefully, it will not be the last.
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in the orb
pairing: trapped soul! beomgyu x reader
tags: fluff, angst if you squint, reincarnation au, supernatural au
word count: 1.8k+
warnings: implications of death, light swearing
â you were cleaning your grandmother's attic when you stumble upon an old glass orb that just happened to talk on its own
A cloud of dust scatters around the room after you drop the glass orb on a particularly dusty couch. You've lost it. You've definitely lost it. You're quick to cover your face with your sleeve, fighting back the urge to sneeze. The orb sits still on the couch as it should, a sheet of gray still masking its surface.
This was supposed to be an average weekend. Your grandmother had invited you to her house for some quality time together during your break, and you thought you'd offer to help her clean her mess of an attic, to which she was more than happy to accept. And right now, the sweet old lady was tending to her garden downstairs while you were up here, freaking out.
It's said that people often imagined hearing strange noises when frightened and alone. And you were in a dark and creepy attic at an old person's house. This could just be another case of the common I'm-so-lonely-I'm-starting-to-hear-voices scenario. It's simply wasn't possible for a dusty old orb to start talking when you pick it up. It's just not.
âHello?â You call out, immediately finding yourself silly for even attempting to communicate with an inanimate object.
The dust in the room eventually settles, and yet still no response. âSee, Y/N? You were just hearing things.â That conclusion seemed convincing enough. You felt the need to give yourself a good pat on the shoulder for going along with the sane route.
With that dilemma out of the way, your attention couldn't help but wander back to the large piles of junk occupying nearly every space in the vicinity. One could only hope for your grandmother to clean regularly. âRight, now back to work.â
âWhat work?â
âOh, you know. Cleaning.â You answer its question from earlier.
You freeze, eyes wide, a chill running down your spine. There it was again. You weren't sure if you heard it right this time or was just hallucinating, but there was one way to find out.
Silence. You almost called it a day after considering that you were probably just tired and needed some rest.
Half a step outside the door and the voice spoke once more. âAre you still there?â
You pause, brows raised, and back still turned. Somehow, you didn't know if it was safe to face the big ball of dust just yet. âWhat do you mean? Of course I'm still here. This is my Grandma's house.â
Thank the heavens for modern technology and the invention of smartphones. Speaking of which, you fish for yours in the depths of your pantsâ pockets. The voice recorder app should come in handy during times like this. You know, to confirm you're not crazy. With the app on, all you needed to do was have the orb talk again.
âGrandma? Oh! Then you're her grandchild?!â
âUh, yeah?â The orb apparently knew your grandmother. Strangely enough, that was the least odd tidbit of information you obtained today.
âHer grandchild.. Wow, to think I'm finally meeting you! Or at least your voice?â The orb lets out a giggle and the more you heard it talk, the more human it sounded.
âSorry, can you excuse me for a minute?â
Never in your life had you thought the day would come where you'd be excusing yourself from a conversation with some sort of decorative object but life has its ways. You were never a stranger to off days anyway.
âOh, sure, uh, go ahead? I can wait.â The orb swiftly replies. For a second, you could swear something was moving from inside the orb after the light outside the window had hit a clear spot in the crystal.
Heavy footsteps echoed in the room as you dash downstairs, taking your phone out and bringing it closer to your ear, replaying the recording. Sure enough, the voice was caught in the audio loud and clear.
âHoly shit. I'm not crazy.â An exasperated sigh leaves you as you slump back on the wall in disbelief. For a moment, you considered running away and warning your grandma about the cursed object, but part of you was curious enough to disregard the warning signs, and possibly risk your life by going back up there and approaching the thing. You decided to go with the latter.
âAre you back?â The orb asks once you've gotten close enough for it to hear your footsteps.
âYeah. Just had to do something real quick.â
âI see.â
You wait for the orb to continue but it doesn't. It continues to lie on the couch lifelessly as if it hadn't been speaking to you in the past few minutes.
âUm..â You clear your throat, hoping to get another response
âOh!" The voice from the orb seemed startled after hearing you talk. âHow are you're still there?â
You frown. âWhy wouldn't I be?â
âWell for starters, a talking glass orb isn't quite the public friendly concept you'd think it'd be.â It answers. Only now have you noticed that the orb had a particularly low masculine voice. âPeople don't usually stick around long enough to find out why I can talk in the first place.â
You blink. âFair point. Though, I don't see the need for you to ask over and over again when I already said I was back.â
The orb chuckles. âYou'd be surprised how many times people have reassured me of their presence only to leave halfway. Plus, I can't really see you right now to actually know you're there.â
âYou can't see me?â
âThe dust.â
âOH.â Not knowing what came over you, you immediately lunged forward and started wiping the orb with one of the dust rags you had lying around. It didn't take long for the thing to clear up and look like its old glorious self again. âHow about now?â You ask, inspecting the orb as you hold it up.
âBetter.â
It takes everything in you to resist dropping the orb on the floor when a glowing face of a man appears from the inside, smiling brightly at you. âI think I'm gonna pass out.â
The man visibly panics, pressing his face closer to the glass. âWait no! If you pass out now, I won't have anyone to talk to! I haven't spoken to a single person in decades!â
âBut you mentioned my grandma earlier, I thought youââ
âShe could never hear me, but I could see and hear her.â The man explains, his voice a little quieter than before.
You bring the orb down, still cupping it in your hands. âHow is this possible? Are you a ghost or something? How did you get in there?â
âWouldn't you like to find out?â He winks, resting his head on his hand. âTake a seat and place me down somewhere soft.â
This seemed ridiculous by all means, but you oblige. The couch should be soft enough, and so you place him down gently while you take a seat on the floor, making yourself comfortable. âYou were saying?â
âIââ The man accidentally bumps his head onto the glass as he leans forward, chuckling as he rubs his head gently. âOw. Sorry. I'm just so happy to finally have someone to talk to. You can't imagine how long it's been. How the world survived without a single soul hearing my heavenly voice for all those years is beyond me.â He cracks a joke and you couldn't help but laugh.
âIt's okay.â You say, shifting in your spot. âGo ahead.â
The man nods, the smile slowly fading from his face. âMy name is Choi Beomgyu. You can call me whatever you like. I had a friend once, and she was a witch. Ohâ not the kind that you hear from stories, no. She was really nice and cared a lot about nature, her friends, and her family. That type of person, you know?â
You nod along, assuring him that you were listening, and he smiles again.
There's just something about his smile that just seemed so happy and endearing. Perhaps it had truly been so long.
âShe was this ball of sunshine. And back then I was a pretty different guy. Our personalities might've clashed and we butted heads a few times but somehow we ended up becoming close friends.â A faint smile graces his lips before disappearing as quickly as it came. âBut then I got involved with the wrong crowd.â
The statement piques your interest and you draw closer. Beomgyu notices this and tries to talk louder.
âRemember how I said she was a witch unlike the ones in the fairy tales? Well, there were also people who were exactly like those witches. The ones that used their knowledge and abilities for their own nefarious purposes.â Beomgyu continues, his hair slightly covering his face as he looked down. âLet's just say that I got myself in a situation where they ended up hunting me down for my soul.â
âWhat?â
He frowns. âMy friend saw me being chased down the streets one night and helped. We both knew that even when together, we were too weak to go against all of them. They had us cornered in her home, and that's when we knew it was the end for us.â
Beomgyu's voice started to waver as he spoke and you were about to ask him if he was alright, and tell him that it was okay if he didn't continue but the look on his face when your eyes met was enough to tell you that he needed to do this. He must've wanted to talk about this matter for so long, you think.
âShe.. pushed me towards her workroom, telling me that she'll keep me safe no matter what. I didn't know what she meant until she cast a spell on me and I passed out. The last thing I heard were her screams. I never found out what happened to her after that, and I can only assume the worst.â He shakes his head, trying to getting himself together in front of his new friend. âNext thing I knew, I was inside her old glass orb. I've been trapped in this thing for years with no escape. No one to talk toâ forever regretting how I didn't stop her that time, and regretting getting in the way of those witches in the first place.â
His story nearly brings you to tears, and before you knew it, your hands were reaching out for the orb. âBeomgyu, I..â
âIt's alright.â Beomgyu smiles. âIn the end, the orb ended up in her younger sister's possessions.â
Your eyes widen. âYou mean.. Grandma?â
âThat's right.â Beomgyu chuckles. âThough she had never able to see or hear me, unlike you.â
âOh. That's uh, too bad.â You smile awkwardly, releasing the orb. The two of you sit in silence for a while, both needing a little mental break after that.
Shortly, your attention was brought forth back onto the orb when you hear Beomgyu laugh. You find yourself chuckling along. âEntertained are we, Gyu?â
The laughter stops and his eyes shoot up at you. You hear him mumbling something incoherent before hesitating to speak. âNo, no.â Beomgyu shakes his head. âIt's just.. It's kinda funny. I'm trapped here repenting for my whole life because of what I've done to her, or thinking about what I could've done.. but you know what? To be completely honest, I was starting to forget what she even looked like. But looking at you now, and hearing your voice..â
The idea popped up in your head and you weren't sure if it was even possible to begin with. But then again, you were talking to a soul inside an orb.
âYou were easily granted access to the true nature of the orb, and are the first person to have ever done that without running away.â He kids. âCould it be?â
âI wouldn't count on it.â You tell it to him straight, getting up from your spot on the floor and dusting off your jeans. You knew what he was implying and there was no way that you were even considering yourself to be your great aunt's reincarnation no matter how ridiculous the situation already was. âI'll get back to cleaning. Feel free to talk while I do that.â You tell him before rushing to the other side of the attic, avoiding his gaze as much as possible. You'll figure out what to do with him later.
Beomgyu watches you fondly. You had told him to not even count on the thought of you being the one he's been hoping for all these years but it was too late for that now.Â
âEntertained are we, Gyu?â Her voice rings in his mind, and he shakes it off.
âHow do you always manage to do such amazing things? I'd appreciate it if you'd stop stirring my heart.â Beomgyu's gaze rests upon your busy silhouette, and he smiles in content.
âIt's nice meeting you again, Y/N.â
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Oh could u do Prue/Micah? S4
okay okay okay so we're doing all hallow's eve in early s3 micah's reincarnation does Not show up at the end of the episode because we're saving him for something bigger. but we'll say that something on a later vanquish a physical item triggers something in prue she's like hey does that remind you of anything?? and piper and phoebe are like ??? no? it's just a(n) [item]? and prue's like really? nothing? and they're like idk what does it remind you of and she's like i don't know... the past? samhain, maybe? do you think it's one of our ancestor's? and piper and phoebe are like prue i don't know can we get out of here??? and she's like yeah yeah but she takes it with her and like. uses her auction house knowledge to like correctly id it back to the time they were in salem (or not maybe idk but if it is from the past she realizes that a) either it was something micah owned or b) it was the knife that killed him. if it's neither of those than it's modern and she can't figure out what about it is calling to her). the plot is kind of dropped. then, we enter s4, the battle with the source is on the horizon cole is. we'll say still on their side, successful relationship with phoebe. cole is the first one to pitch going on the offensive, which prue is first to back, then phoebe, and begrudgingly piper. leo's still not a fan but phoebe gets a premonition of something something darklighter so let's stamp that out before it begins. so they shimmer down with cole to the underworld leo doesn't go with them bc well. a) he can't sense as well down there so he won't really be able to find them if they get separated which leads to b) of they're separated the girls have no way out of hell and as a sidenote c) he's a whitelighter. so if the darklighters get him they Also have no way out of hell. so leo stays topside and cole's their ride. something something something they're closing in on where the clan lives or maybe their weapons forge and there's a darklighter just outside piper blow him up no wait and prue like Jumps in front of her and piper quickly deflects and hits the cavern wall next to them and wants to yell what the hell prue but it's too late because all hell breaks loose the darklighters were there waiting for them the seer foresaw this so they all duck for cover prue throws a couple phoebe karate chops cole energy balls piper blows up em and will occasionally freeze the cavern for a couple seconds but she still doesn't have a hold on her powers, but phoebe while fighting one of them gets a premonition: leo, shot. and over the din she's like it's a diversion, they're gonna kill leo like we have to get to leo but they're all hella spread apart right now so in one of piper's freezes cole gets to phoebe and another the pair get to piper but prue's still to far away she redirects an arrow that nearly hits phoebe in the hed she's like there's no time go!! and they're like no!! but prue just squints at cole and cole understands and shimmers them out of there and we'll say the guy who she initially dove in front of was knocked out by like rocks from piper's blast well he's coming to and see's prue fighting for her life and like. you know just starts to stir and prue spares a glance at him and he recognizes her just like he did in puritan times and he's like ...you saved me and prue looks at him and again connection but she can't find the words to say because she has to get right back to kicking ass, we'll say an arrow flies right past her face like through her hair she ducks down again like can you get us out of here? and he just like barely sits up head cradled in one hand, he's bleeding, but he just nods and places his other on prue's shoulder and black orbs them out and now they're in like a loft in san francisco prue still in fight mode and micah still bleeding from a head wound and he just kind of collapses on the ground and prue's like !!! oh shit.
back @ the manor leo's just been shot and piper's running over like help me get him to the attic i'll swap our powers you guys get out of the house so you're not affected go get prue and leo's like ??? go get her and cole's like she's still with the darklighters and leo's like no she's topside she's in the city and they're all like how??? and piper's like who gives a shit how help me get him to the attic then give me some space so phoebe and cole wait in the outside lil backyard type thing they have maybe we get a phole scene piper swaps powers and heals leo but he's still weak and piper hear's prue's call and leo's like go i'm still too weak to heal and piper's i'm not leaving you not while they're out there and leo's like hey don't worry you're still with me right ad blows up idk a lamp and piper just kind of smiles like okay but if you're gonna blow anything else up try to hit that vase because i've always hated it
piper goes downstairs gets phoebe and cole like okay let's go get prue and she orbs them all out into this loft where prue has got this guy slumped over his table pressing a damp towel to his head but jesus that's a lot of blood and she's like leo thank g- where's leo and piper's like he's resting he was shot so i had to tap in. and prue's like you can heal? and piper's like uh huh and prue's like okay great heal him and piper moves forward and then stops because prue is that the darklighter? and prue's like yes but you don't understand and piper's like what part of healing a Darklighter don't i understand prue when they Just tried to kill my husband now you're trying to save him and prue's like come on doesn't he look familiar to you and piper's looking at him like ew bc she can hardly see past the bloodcovered face but phoebe wanders forward and cole instinctively tries to hold her back bc Evil but she just kind of shakes him off bc she knows what she's doing and cole relents and she puts a hand up to his shoulder and she's like it is him. and prue's lookin like exactly! and piper's like who??? and prue's like micah and he stirs at the sound of his own name and piper's like Who??? and prue's like don't you remember he saved our necks--literally--multiple times; he died for us and it's clicking piper's like In Puritan Times??? and cole kinda blanches bc he Might have killed that guy i can't remember and prue's like piper for the amount of times he's saved us, please, just heal him and piper's like you get that that was centuries ago right? a lot changes in a couple hundred years; he's a darklighter now and prue's like piper. please. and piper relents bc what can she say she trusts prue. and micah comes to and sees cole and stumbles back like hits the ground again and prue's like no no it's okay and he looks at her and it's like we can see his world fade around him and just focus on prue and his hand flies up to his head and finds no blood and prue's like it's okay, you're healed and micah's like so that'd be the second time you've saved my neck today? and prue's like consider it returning the favor and piper's like okay well I'm breaking up the balcony scene this time how did the darklighters know we were coming? and micah's like this woman. she visited us and said you were coming, you were leaving your whitelighter vulnerable... and they're like what woman and cole's like the seer. and micah just nods and he's like i've read about you, you know, what you've done, i was hoping i could get away to warn you before... and piper's like Why. Why would you betray your own people and micah's like because i can see what dark magic can do... and it can't be undone [to later be revealed tragic backstory!! micah was raised by his mother topside or maybe his father and we get a complex darklighter situation with his mom potentially even having her defect but no matter when micah was like. idk twelve or something?? there was this bully in school and we're trying to stay with charmed morality and justify this so we'll say this kid was like serial killer bad killed puppies for fun type bad and he was a bully and micah was standing up to him #feminism when they got into a fight and micah was losing like Really losing like about to be beat to death at age twelve losing when his hand started glowing red and he shoved it against the bully and next the you know that kid was fucking dead. micah had killed a guy before he had even gone through puberty. oof. anyways top ten defining moments tried existing on the dl but has also killed a couple other people and we'll keep them Bad murderers and rapists but it's still like you end up in a bar fight and then the next thing you know that guy is dead and it doesn't matter what a cunt he was it doesn't matter than you didn't mean to do it you just have a power you don't know how to control no all that matters is you're getting manslaughter at best unless you go with this man who claims to be your uncle who can teleport like you who has the same deathtouch who can teach you to control your power].
blah blah blah plot progression all that prue and micah fall in love relatively quickly because they can feel that tug in their souls (SIDE TANGENT: i've already said before i like wyatt as a reincarnation of melinda warren but what if prue was Also a reincarnation of melinda warren, ipso facto wyatt is also prue reincarnated retconning why they can't summon her spirit. đ?) but but BUT the seer foresaw this she new micah would turn to the side of good so she planted something that blew up in a metaphorical sense so now they don't know if they can trust micah prue wants to trust him but she doesn't want to put her family in danger if he really is in league with the source phoebe is advocating for her to follow her heart and piper is Hard No against micah like even before like she really didn't want him around before this bomb dropped even more so now and prue's like okay what's your beef and piper's like he's not safe to have around prue he's a damn darklighter and prue's like you know you keep like using that against him leo doesn't even care why are you so hung up on this and piper's like leo's safety isn't the only one at risk here!! and prue's like what you have some secret whitelighter you haven't told us about?? and piper is just silent and stubborn and prue's still in fight stance until it clicks and she's like piper... and piper's like still not talking and prue's like piper,,, are you pregnant? and piper's like no you know what i shouldn't even have said anything forget you even heard anything and prue's like ???? piper this is great news why why didn't you tell us and tries to hug her and piper just ducks away and prue's like heart is breaking watching her like this because piper's like really maternal she'd be a great mom so why isn't she happy and piper just looks at prue like : ( i didn't tell you because this isn't the first time this has happened. and prue's like ??? and piper's like towards the end of s3,,, i thought i was. well, no. i was pregnant. and, um. i was scared, because of all the demon fighting and everything, but i was excited prue i was so excited to be a mom and then a couple weeks later,,, and gets all choked up and prue just pulls her into a really big hug like sweetie why didn't you tell us and piper's just crying like i don't know we already have so much with the source and with the fighting every day,, i didn't want you guys to feel like i did, you're already going through so much and prue's like honey You're Going Through So Much and just know we're always here for you forget the source and his sorry ass forget the seer nothing's more important that you okay nothing's more important and piper's just okay okay : ((((.
so anyways we vanquish the source for the midseason finale but now we have the seer the real mastermind as the s4b villain and she's got her eyes set on a great prized: a prophesied baby. in one episode prue and micah get knocked back into a past life regression where they keep slipping back further and further in time and they keep finding each other in each life but they need to get out of here and piper leo phoebe cole are on the outside trying to get them out because if they reach their first life their life where their soul was new and slip back further, there's no way to bring them back after that we're not killing prue lol but what that really does is just cements prue and micah's place together like In Every Life they had each other in one form or another they were always destined to find each other....... fin <3
#charmed#prue x micah#it's funny bc i could have sworn i did darklighter micah before i just couldn't find the post anywhere so maybe i did Not#prue halliwell#piper halliwell#micah#margaretsminiessays#đ
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Itâs The Little Things We Remember (collab)
Weâll Do It All Over Again - A Modern/Reincarnation AU with @trueblueoceaneyesâ
Welcome to the second part, or the âheadâ of the Weâll Do It All Over Again (Modern!AU) Collab! This Modern!AU collaboration is divided into two parts, @trueblueoceaneyesââ âIt Took A While, But Weâre Home Nowâ and mine âItâs The Little Things We Rememberâ. Itâs about you and Giyuu meeting in a new life where the Corps and the Demons still exist, armed with the memories and experiences of a past life. Although both of them are set in modern times, and technically within the same timeframe, they are not direct sequels or immediate continuations, so it can be read alone. (Although, we would appreciate it if you read the otherâs part UwU)
NAVIGATION:
PART 1: It Took A While, But Weâre Home Now by @trueblueoceaneyesââ
Novelist Giyuu Tomioka passes off his past life as a fantasy series but shit goes down when the main heroine of his book shows up in front of him.
PART 2: Itâs The Little Things We Remember by @krabstick32 (You are here!)
Youâre tasked to go on a mission with the Water Pillar. He was a bit of a jerk, but despite meeting him for the first time, you already knew that - among a couple of other things.
header was made by trueblueoceaneyes and image used was by @/sinba_ on twitter
Pairing: Hashira!Giyuu x Hashira!Reader (mentioned Mitsuri x Obanai)
Synopsis: Youâre tasked to go on a mission with the Water Pillar. He was a bit of a jerk, but despite meeting him for the first time, you already knew that - among a couple of other things.
Tags/warnings: There is some light angst, swearing, a semi-graphic depiction of a fight scene, and a bit of blood. If youâre not comfortable with that please do read something else uwu
Word count:Â 14.1k~
A/N: I honestly canât believe I was able to work with the one and only @trueblueoceaneyesâ. Like literally, all of this was possible by their wonderful and amazing self, and would not exist without them (i still canât believe how we literally wrote a grand estimate of 23k words) UwU working with her was so fun, and her writing is beautiful and i am willing to sing her praises day and night, so go check them out!! <33 BECAUSE BOTTOMLINE IS: SHEâS GREAT.
To be completely honest, both of us were freaking out with how long this is, and were crying over how we would cut it, until we said fuck it, let it be 14k words long. We thought that theirs was long, but we thought wrong lmao. Anyway, we hope you like our labor of love, and enjoy it as much as we did writing it. Please Enjoy~
NAVIGATION:
PART 1: It Took A While, But Weâre Home Now by @trueblueoceaneyesââ
PART 2: Itâs The Little Things We Remember by @krabstick32 (You are here!)
Thursday 9:37 PM
From: Headquarters    Â
      9:37 PM
Head to Ubuyashiki TowerâOyakata-samaâs office at 10:00 PM. Meeting Assignment.
Taking note of the short message, you shut your phone and tucked it into a shirt pocket before heaving a sigh and standing up from where you were perched at the edge of a building.Â
Ensuring that both your Nichirin blade and Nichirin gun was tucked well onto your person, you turned around and leaned your body back, letting yourself fall as you grabbed a stray railing to hoist yourself back up.
Despite the late hour, the city was loud as you jumped from building to building. From the height you were on, it was relatively easy to hear the sound of cars and sirens, and the faint thumping of music from the bars that dotted the streets. You made sure to keep yourself hidden in the shadows and on top of the rooftops to avoid detection as you were rushing to get to the Ubuyashiki Tower in the few minutes you were notified to arrive. Thankfully, the building wasnât far from your previous assignment, so you were able to arrive in record time, landing at the top with little difficulty as you walked towards the lone structure settled in the middle for those like you, and entered the elevator inside to go down a few floors.
Exiting the metal contraption, you were greeted by a welcoming lobby with an adjacent garden open to the crisp night air, filled with wisterias and designed with a respectably sized koi pond. Nodding to the young girl at the receptionist table, you continued walking to a brightly lit hallway cushioned with lush carpets, and wall-mounted lamps.Â
As you walked, you composed yourself for a moment and brushed off your skirt, using your fingers to lightly comb over your wind tousled hair. When you finally reached the large door at the end of the hallway, you took a deep breath before knocking three times and entering.
Upon your entrance, you quickly noted Oyakata-sama sitting on his desk chair and Giyuu Tomioka, a fellow Pillar, standing tall in front of the master. As per protocol and to show respect to the leader of all demon slayers, you quietly bowed and greeted the master as soon as you were in front of his desk.
âGood Evening Oyakata-sama. I apologize for being late, I got caught in a mission.â
âRaise your head.â You obeyed, and saw him smiling calmly at you, easing your nerves. âItâs alright my child, you arenât late. In fact, you arrived at just the right time. Giyuu himself just got here.âÂ
âThank you Oyakata-sama.â
The master gave a small nod and gestured to the chairs the two of you were in front of. âWell, now that (F/N) is here, I have something to discuss with the both of you. Please, take a seat.â
You tossed a quick glance at the man beside you and mirrored his actions as the two of you took a seat. Upon your and his movement, Oyakata-sama clicked a button, and the room instantly dimmed as a projector dropped down behind him.
âAs the both of you know, weâve been getting reports about disappearances focused around Natagumo Prefecture.â The screen showed a sizable map with a specific area highlighted in red. âSpecifically the town at the base of the mountain. It seems to be acting as the base of operations of the demon.â
He clicked at a small remote and the screen showed fifteen humans aged around ten to sixteen years old. âItâs been a month and over fifteen missing cases have been reported to the police.â The slide changed and showed seven people wearing demon slayer uniforms. âSeven of our own havenât returned after that mission.â
Immediately your stomach twisted into painful knots upon hearing the deaths of so many innocent lives - you felt sick unto your very core. No matter how long youâve been a demon slayer, it never gets any easier hearing a death count.
âCould it be an upper moon?â The Water Pillar asked after a moment of silence.
âIâm afraid itâs possible. I hate sending any of you into the battlefield, but I need the two of you to handle this as quickly as possible, to avoid more lives from being taken.â Oyakata-sama replied somberly. âTake the necessary supplies. You can leave at dawn.â
The two of you stood and bowed in respect to Oyakata-sama.
âWeâll update you on any major news.â Giyuu spoke, and you added âYes, Weâll take our leave now.â
The two of you left and walked back out into the hallway, and through the reception area. The girl from before was nowhere to be seen, so once the elevator doors opened, the two of you rode in silence down to the swordsmiths' floor. A mission such as this would require the two of you to have your weapons checked and to grab any necessary items.
On the way down, you decided to engage in a conversation with Giyuu. Despite being a Pillar for a few months now, this would be the first time you were paired with the raven-haired man, or spoke to him for that matter. You wanted this mission to go as smoothly as possible.Â
Taking a deep breath, you started, âSo, Tomioka-san, this would be the first time we're on a mission together, yeah?â You broke the silence and gave him a smile, only for the silence to stretch on uncomfortably after your words left your mouth. Thinking that maybe he didnât hear you, you were going to repeat it until the doors opened and he spared you a quick glance.Â
âUh, Tomioka-san?â
âStay focused. This is an important mission.â He spoke, in a strong yet quiet voice, and exited with a brisk pace until he disappeared behind a corner, leaving you standing alone in the elevator to gape at his response.
You were dumbfounded. âHe did not justâŚâ you asked yourself, because how rude was it to ignore your coworker and leave them hanging? Those were the first words you spoke to him - apart from the compulsory introduction of you being the new Thunder Pillar - and yet you were promptly snubbed. Even Obanai replied to you when you spoke to him.
In your stunned silence, the doors started to close until you reached out a hand, and exited as well. Briefly, you heard a small shhk that signaled it closing, but didnât care as you were absorbed in your thoughts, carefully picking apart the situation.
There was nothing wrong with what you said. You were only trying to engage in a conversation - trying to get along for the benefit of your mission, because nothing was worse than a tense atmosphere between a team. But then he goes and slaps your metaphorical face by insinuating that this was all a big game to you, that youâre not taking any of this seriously? You were a Pillar; as if talking to a handsome man would distract you from doing your job and exacting vengeance for those poor souls killed in cold blood.
Letting out a dignified huff, you continued walking, and resisted the urge to stomp your foot down at the Water Pillarâs unfriendliness.
In the back of your mind however, you were barely surprised. He was always like thisâalways putting up a front in the presence of others, always acting cold as ice, always pretending like he didnât care even though he did care, he cared so much, all because he felt that he didnât deserve to be happy afterâ
âDonât come closer.â
You were losing breath as you tried to catch up with the raven haired male after a Pillar meeting. How was he even walking so quickly? Not to mention it didnât look to be as taxing to him as it was for you. He was practically strolling when you were full on sprinting. He was a Pillar, sure, but so were you!Â
âHey! Donât ignore me,â you gasped as you stumbled over the uneven path, but you quickly regained composure. Giyuu doesnât even pause for a second. âI just wanted to-â
âNo thank you. Please leave me alone,â he gruffly replied. How come he didnât seem the least bit tired? You heard he trained at a mountain, fine, but how the hell was he this fast in such a thick forest? You still couldnât go around that quick without tripping over some root or getting hit in the face by a random branch!Â
Making up your mind, you go as fast as you can and tackle him. It doesnât look like he ever expected you to do that, because he loses balance and you both go crashing into the forest floor.Â
Whatever you were on top of shifts and youâre forced to move. You groan as you get up, only for the breath to hitch in your throat as you find yourself staring into blue eyes.Â
Gods above, he looked absolutely divine.Â
âWhy?â he grumbled as he softly pushed you off of him and sat up. âWhat were you trying to accomplish by doing that?â
âItâs not my fault you were walking so quickly! Who does that when youâre talking to someone?â you huffed, your cheeks feeling incredibly warm at how close you both were. He probably caught how you had gawked at him.Â
âFine. What do you want?â he groaned, frowning at you. He doesnât miss how red your face had gotten and how you couldnât seem to look him in the eye. âWhy do you keep following me?â
âWeâre going to be friends.â
â...WhatâŚ?â Giyuu stares as you smile brightly at him. You were practically sparkling. âYouâre joking, right?â
âOf course not, you idiot. Do I look like Iâm joking?â you huffed again, before getting up and dusting your kimono and uniform free of dried leaves. âWeâre going to be friends even if itâs the last thing I do.â
Giyuu is completely dumbfounded, until you reach down and pull at his hands to get him up on his feet. He takes a mental note of how your hands looked so fragile and soft compared to his own, but you had pulled him to his feet with strength that did not match your smaller body frame.Â
âWhy⌠are you doing this?â he whispered. He couldnât understand.Â
âWell, I donât like seeing people alone. Especially when they donât look like they want to be,â you grin at him as you both find your way back to the village. Giyuu is quiet, both by your words and because you havenât let go of his hand. âFirst off, letâs have lunch! My treat, of course.âÂ
When you blink, you feel like you just took a sudden breath of air and the room comes back to view. What just happened? What the hell was your subconscious on about? Where did those thoughts even come from?
You barely knew the man. You didnât know where he came from or what his circumstances were. You tell yourself to get your facts straight and effectively push back whatever that was, only leaving the memory of the conversation you just had - or the lack of a proper one, to be exact.That small thought quickly dampened the fire of your irritation, because admittedly, you believed that first impressions aren't everything - to always take them with a grain of salt. Despite how plain rude he was, you had no right nor the sufficient amount of experiences to be able to understand his character and pass judgement.Â
Slowly, you took a deep breath, and exhaled.Â
Maybe he just had a rough day, or maybe he was just shy and socially inept, a farfetched and random thought may it be. Perhaps that was just how he really was. Regardless of his personality though, you canât deny the fact that he must be an exceptional demon slayer to be granted the rank of a Pillar, and because of that, youâd try your best to at least be respectful to him, even if he didnât return the same courtesy.
Shaking your head, you resumed walking, and turned the same corner he did to reach the weapons room.
You wouldnât say it out loud, but you were willing to admit to yourself that he was amazing.
The way he moved and handled the sword was absolutely unparalleled, you noted as you watched from the side. His actions were like water - the way he dodged was perfectly calculated, his slashes fluid, and precise. It was like no movement was wasted because everything was precise and deliberate. It almost seemed like he read the battle in the blink of an eye before executing an attack.
You couldnât help but feel awed as you watched his fight. He truly was something else.
âHey, am I really that pathetic to you? How annoying are you to turn your back on an opponent to ogle your comrade?â
From your periphery, you felt the air vibrate, and without batting an eye, you unsheathed your blade and cut off the approaching appendage with little effort. âI was enjoying the show yâknow. Itâs not everyday I get to see him fight,â you sighed as you turned, and slashed at air to get rid of the blood on your sword. âBut youâve ruined my fun. Might as well get this over with. So, whatâs your name?â
âAre you stupid? You donât even know me, the great upper moon six?â
âFrankly, no. Not really.â This wasnât upper moon 6. It was strong yes, but no matter how many humans a demon ate, this was nowhere near the strength of an upper moon. Although with itâs impressive blood demon art of replicating multiple limbs, you wouldnât be surprised if it was a lower moon.
It seemed to pause, before screeching out a loud âHow annoying!â as a dozen arms lunged for you.
You quickly jumped out of harmâs way and up a decently sized branch. âThatâs a pretty cool blood demon art you got there. Imaginâ!â You leaped off the tree before a large snap cut you off as the demon broke the branch you were previously on. âHey! I was talking!â
âAnnoying! Youâre so annoying! Shut up, shut up, shut up!â
âUgh, is that all you really have to say?â
Crouching on the branch, you pushed your feet, and catapulted yourself into the sky. You shut out the world as you breathed deeply, focusing and positioning your body into one of your breath forms.
âThunder breathing, First form: Thunderclap and flash.â And in a flurry of movement, you landed deftly on your feet before hearing a loud thump sound from behind you.
âWell.â Dusting off your skirt, you stood and faced the demon. âThat should do it.â
âHow annoying!â
Immediately, you turned around and was surprised to find the demon floating 15 feet off the ground.
âNot so pathetic now, am I? A Pillar like you canât even kill me!â It taunted, before raising his hands and the ground beneath you crumbled.
It all felt so real. You felt the ground shake and how the earth seemed brittle - only instinct made you twist out of the way as the forest floor seemed to cave under you. A tiny mistake on your part caused you to land quarter of a meter short from what was supposed to be the edge, but once you felt a completely intact forest floor, you immediately knew that multiplying elastic body parts was not its Blood Demon Art.
You need to talk to Tomioka. This could get ugly fast without knowing which was real and which was an illusion. Your eyes immediately found him fighting, but widened in horror as you watched the demon he was fighting pushed at his shoulders and slammed his head against the ground. You felt your heart freeze as you screamed his name, not even noticing that you used his first.
âGiyuu!âÂ
In your haste to reach Tomioka, Giyuuâs vision suddenly slowed as he watched one of the demonâs limb aim for you.
You were distracted from seeing him hit his head, and in a moment of weakness you didnât notice the demon preparing for the kill.
It was too familiar; it felt like heâs seen this before, like he lived through this. His vision overlapped with a visage, of you wrapped in a painstakingly familiar haori, your skin pale and painted with red, his hands wet and drenched in your bloodâŚÂ
âGiyuu, stop, please,â you begged, your voice barely above a whisper. It hurt having to be moved around so much. You felt really tired, despite being carried.
Red. Red. So much red.
âNo, no. Just shut up, please,â Giyuu could feel his lungs constricting. He was so panicked he had forgotten how to use his breathing technique. He felt like his whole chest was on fire, legs only moving due to adrenaline. âPlease. Weâre close to Shinobu, just-â
âGiyuuâŚ? Youâre still there, right?â your voice was so small, so unlike how he usually heard it laughing or calling for him. âWhyâŚ? Canât I see youâŚ?â
It was like something in him snapped.
No, I'm not letting you die again!
âWATCH OUT!â Giyuu screamed as he moved so fast that only your fellow pillars would be able to see how he grabbed his gun from its holster and aimed at the hand reaching for you.Â
Upon hearing his warning, you immediately flipped back, using the forest floor as a springboard to push yourself out of the way. When you landed, a solid arm got a hold of your waist and you felt yourself being pulled to a strong body, as the air brushed past the two of you.
Quickly, he pulled the two of you behind the cover of a massive tree, Giyuu only letting go of you when he took a quick glance at where the demon was cradling its hand and screaming its head off. You were breathing heavily, immediately aware of how close you were to deathâs door.
âAre you okay? Did you get hit?â He turned to you as he asked, gently holding your shoulders and inspecting your uniform for any blood. Whatever he saw just now felt so real, he had to check for himself if you were alive.
You shook your head, dazed as you saw the worry cloud his eyes. âNo.â
He breathed out a heavy sigh, feeling relief flood into his system before scolding you lightly. âYou need to be more careful! You almost got yourself killed!â
âSorry, sorry. But thatâs besides the point. How are we going to kill it? Itâs blood demon art shows some pretty damn convincing illusions.â
Tomioka thought for a moment. âWe need to distract it, keep one of us at the front while the other takes the kill from the back.â
You nod in affirmation. His idea made sense. âIâll be the distraction.â
âWhat? No, iâll do iââ Giyuu stopped talking once he noticed the sound of a clashing sword and found that you werenât there in front of him anymore. âSure,â he sighed before gripping his sword and jumping on the treesâ branches for cover.
He didnât notice you fighting earlier, but as he jumped from branch to branch all around the opening, he saw that you were incredibly fast. Even with his enhanced senses, you appeared to be a blur as you weaved in and out of the demonâs clutches, laughing all the while taunting it.
âAhh, this is fun! You shouldâve put on a fight like this with me back then!â Squealing, you darted out a hand and slashed at its neck. Unfortunately for the both of you, the demon was nearly as fast as you were, and you only managed to land a scratch on its skin.
âAnnoying! The way youâre jumping around is annoying!â
Giyuu wanted you to stop talking so badly, because you werenât supposed to rile the demon up like this! Distract it sure, but not bait it to want to kill you more!
âOh, are you getting mad already? You seem a little red there.â
âANNOYING! STOP! MOVING!â
âAh, would you prefer me to stand still? I wouldnât mind! You should have said so earlier.â
And when Giyuu saw your eyes dart to his for one quick second, he immediately knew what you wanted him to do.
In an instant, he launched himself off the branch he was on as you pulled back your sword and jabbed it at the demonâs forehead.
âWater breathing First Form: Water surface slash!â Quickly, he extended his sword and slashed at its neck before it could move a muscle as he twisted his body to avoid hitting you. The leaves crunched under his shoes as he landed on his feet a couple of feet away.
âAnnoying, annoying, annoying! Put me back on my body so I could prove to you that Iâm not pathetic!â The demon wailed as it started to disintegrate on your sword. âHe wouldâve let me move from Lower Moon 1 and let me join the Upper Moons if the two of you didnât meddle! You two will pay for this!â It threatened, as the last of its body turned into ash, and its clothes fluttered down to the ground.
The clearing was quiet save for the wind whistling past and the tree leaves rustling by.
âThat was the real one right?â You whispered, slightly anxious that another one would pop up in the silence.
âIt is.â
Heaving a sigh, you looked back at Giyuu and saw him walking towards you.
âAre you okay? You hit your head right?â You asked him, surprise coloring your face when he tore a portion of his suit. âWhat are you doing?â
Gently, he took your arm and inspected a decently sized laceration settled neatly in between your shoulder and elbow. It was deep, but it was a clean cut and it wasnât too bad, considering that youâve had much worse such as broken bones and dislocated joints.
âWorry about yourself first, will you?â He turned your arm carefully, making sure that his actions were slow and steady before wrapping the piece of cloth carefully and with practiced ease.
You frown. âYou didnât answer my question.â
âI feel fine. Now focus on yourself. This is pretty deep. It might need stitches.â
Though it was unlikely, you hoped that it was too dark for him to see your face clearlyâit felt too warm for your liking. âI⌠didnât notice.â
He tied the bandages off neatly, before answering, âYou will soon. The adrenaline will probably wear off in a few minutes.â
âIâm not the best at first aid, but this will do for now. Try not to move so much until we get to Shinobu?â
It felt oddly nostalgic, seeing him worry like this a little, almost like a distant dream or a distant memory. âThanks.â
Giyuu nodded before pulling out his phone from his coat pocket. âIâll be updating HQ. Kakushi should arrive in a bit. Do you want to wait for them, or head back?â
You weighed the pros and cons before responding, âI wouldnât mind waiting for them. The fight was fairly easy, but I feel drained. We could get checked too.â
âThatâs a good idea,â he said as he typed another message while you sat down slowly beside a nearby tree trunk. Once he shut his phone, he followed your lead and leaned down on a tree a few feet from yours.
After a few minutes of a slightly tense silence, Tomioka decided to break it, and be the one to start the conversation.
âThat⌠was the first time I saw you fight. Youâre pretty fast (L/N)-san. It was amazing.â
âOh?â You tried to mask the surprise in your voice. Hearing him initiate unnecessary conversation was something you werenât used to, especially after your first conversation (if it could even be considered one) back at the Ubuyashiki tower. Was he offering an olive branch?
Regardless, you couldnât deny the warm feeling in your chest as you looked up and automatically smiled up at him. âWell, you were doing really good yourself. Iâve never seen someone move that gracefully in a fight like that.â
At your compliment, he looked down at the ground as he tried to hide his nervous habit of fiddling with the hilt of his sword. âIâm not.â
âOh donât be modest now Tomioka-san! You looked amazing!â
âI was complimenting you; donât turn it around on me.â
Laughing lightly, you let out a breathy âOkay, okay.â After deciding to not push your luck and that youâve bothered him enough, you raised your hands in defeat before bringing them back down to your lap.
The silence that followed was definitely nicer compared to before, until he broke it again with a near inaudible whisper.
âGiyuu.â
âHm?â
âJust⌠Giyuu. Giyuu is fineâ he added, rubbing a hand on the nape of his neck.
Smiling widely, you turned to him, âIf thatâs the case, just (F/N) is fine too, Giyuu.â
â(F/N) it is then.â he spoke, feeling a sense of warm familiarity as he tested the way your name felt on his tongue.
Truthfully, he noticed when you called out his first name even in the heat of battle. It wasnât much of a big deal back then, because the two of you were focused on staying alive and doing your job, but as he processed the fight in his head, he found that he didnât mind, and that he actually liked how his name sounded in your voice.
As if on cue, the cracking of dried leaves and branches alerted you and Giyuu, instinct driving the two of you to grab onto the hilt of your nichirin blades. The tight grip on your swords only eased up when the familiar uniform of the kakushi moved into the clearing. There were around ten of them, seven surveying the area and taking down any evidence of the demonâs existence while there were three holding medical kits who walked over to the both of you.
They stopped once they reached a reasonable distance before bowing slightly. âTomioka-sama, (L/N)-sama, please excuse us. Weâll be checking on your injuries.â
You muttered a grateful thanks as the kakushi attending to you started cleaning the wound Giyuu wrapped earlier. It was wrapped pretty well, so they only applied an ointment before replacing the cloth with gauze. âI apologize (F/N)-sama, I canât suture your wound here because Iâm not trained. Weâll immediately take you in the medical wing of the tower once you and Tomioka-sama head back.â
âThanks,â you smiled as the kakushi bowed in front of you. âHey, no need to bow, I really appreciate your helpâŚ?â
â...Tanaka Ayaka.â
âReally, thank you so much Tanaka-san.â
âO-Of course (L/N)-sama!â Tanaka said, bowing deeply in gratitude for your kind words.
As you and Tanaka argued on why she should or why shouldnât bow, Giyuu watched discreetly, feeling the warmth pool in his stomach from the kindness you displayed. He was brought out of his thoughts when he felt the pain on his head multiply as the kakushi tending to him started wrapping gauze on his bleeding wound.
âPlease bear with it for a bit longer Tomioka-sama, you have a concussion-â
Immediately, your gaze darted to the side. You werenât eavesdropping on his conversation - truthfully, you only overheard - but when your eyes landed on a stream of blood coating patch of his hair and a portion of his pale skin you didnât notice before, you absolutely flipped because how dare he tell you to worry about yourself first, when he was the one with a head injury!
âYou idiot! You told me you were fine!â
The kakushi watched on in wide-eyed surprise (and slight fear as well) as the mighty Water Pillar looked everywhere else except at you, the fuming Thunder Pillar, who were scolding him (fairly lightly) for not telling you about his injuries.
Ayaka didnât even argue with you afterwards.
Arriving at your estate after a mission used to be a nice moment for you, because you could rest and train at the comfort of your own home, but hearing the silent clunk of your keys resonate through the walls⌠you couldnât help but feel a little cold and lonely.
Itâs been a week since that mission with Giyuu back in Natagumo Mountain happened, and only a couple of hours since you left Ubuyashiki Tower. After your initial report to Oyakata-sama, he suggested that the two of you stay and take a few days off to heal your injuries at the medical floor. The two of you didnât even resist as you were both led to adjacent rooms, showering immediately before dropping dead at the futon laid in your respective rooms. Now, you were as healthy as you could be, the laceration, bruises and scratches all healed thanks to the week of rest. Before you left, you made sure to inform the master of your recovery and thank Tanaka-san who took care of you and kept you company.
Taking off your blazer and loosening your blouse, you passed by your living room and walked into the kitchen to try and make something to appease the grumbling of your stomach. You did occasionally have your home cleaned on a schedule when you werenât around, but moments like these were when you were a bit regretful of not hiring any at-home help.Â
The fridge was a welcome sight as you grabbed the handle to open the door; the contents however - or the lack thereof - werenât as appealing because it was empty save for a wrinkled lemon, a few bottles of water, and a quarter-filled jug of milk.
âThis is pathetic,â You grumbled as you recalled the moment you ate the last bit of leftovers without restocking your kitchen. Whyy.
âI hate myself,â you moaned to your empty kitchen.Â
Deciding to put yourself out of your misery, you walked up to your room to store your weapons and to change into a pair of jeans, and a hoodie. Once you were in something comfier, you grabbed your phone, your keys, your wallet, and a small nichirin dagger - for safety, at the off chance of getting ambushed by a demon or a human - and put on some white sneakers before locking your door and leaving your estate.
Taking a deep breath, you felt the cold night air nip at your lungs and the exposed skin of your face. The difference in temperature shook you a little, as you broke out into a jog. Pulling up your hood, you tug the strings tighter and into a cute little ribbon to prevent it from falling.
The walk to the convenience store would normally take fifteen minutes, but with you jumping on roofs and taking shortcuts you knew by heart, you were there in record time, and feeling hungrier than you did before.
The convenience store was a sight for sore eyes as the familiar ding sounded upon your entrance. Smiling at the clerk, you grabbed the largest basket and moved around the store, grabbing everything that looked appealing and piling them on as best as you can.
Once you were satisfied, you proudly walked back to the cashier and presented your precious loot to the boy in front of the register.
âStocking up huh?â He smiled as he rang up your items.
âYup. The lone lemon in my fridge was feeling a little lonely.â You joked as you grabbed your wallet.
The two of you chuckled as he bagged your food, pointing to the little screen of the cash register once it was done. âThat would be 6,854 yen.â You gave a light nod and handed him a ten thousand yen bill. âHere, you can keep the change.â
His eyes bugged out of his sockets at the large tip âYo, thanks, dude!â
Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed familiar black hair, and a quick glance behind you took you by surprise.
âTomioka-san! Why are you here?â You asked in surprise.
He eyed your overflowing bag and your silly attire. âSame reason why you are.â He answered. At his surprisingly sarcastic response, you quickly pulled back your hoodie, and looked him over to note that he was in a similar attire to you, though he was wearing a sweater and a cap, instead. âAlthough iâm just getting dinner, not the entire store.â
The remark caused you to flush red in embarrassment. You didnât want himâor anyone really!!âto see you pig out. âOh, um. Well, Iâm just⌠restocking.â He seemed skeptical, but there was a ghost of a smile settling on his face.
âOkay,â He said casually as he moved past you further into the store.
Nodding at the cashier and grabbing your bags with both hands, you walked after giyuu, instinct ruling over rational thought.
âHey,â you called after him. He turned back to look at you, causing you to stutter in your words a little. Why did you call for him? What could you say to make him stay for a little bit without making yourself look like a total fool? âIâ⌠um, i mean, uh would you like to share my loot? I think i just bought most of their stock, and I⌠still havenât thanked you for saving my life back at Natagumo.â
He raised a brow at you. âLoot?â
âThe food I got,â you mumbled as you dropped your gaze to the ground and felt your face burn at your choice of words, because who in the world calls their groceries âlootâ, except you? Ah, how embarrassing!
While you were wallowing in your misery, you missed the way Giyuu turned his face away from you and the way his shoulders shook from containing his laughter. You just looked too cute, all flushed and flustered like that, but he did his best to hold it in because he didnât think youâd appreciate him laughing in your face.
After a moment, he composed himself, and went back to his cool and normal facade before replying a short, âOkay.â
âGreat!â You beamed at him, trying to squash the butterflies in your stomach. âWant to head outside for the tables?â
âSure. Lead the way.â
Unconsciously, you grabbed his hand after moving your other bag. You didnât notice his face warm at your casual touch, but the cashier did, and he gave a thumbs up to a flustered Giyuu as the two of you passed by.
âAh shit. I forgot to get drinks!â You exclaimed as you rummaged through your bags.
Giyuu watched you with a small smile. âWith the amount of food you bought, Iâm surprised you didnât raid their drinks too.â He was joking, but he really was surprised. Itâs like you bought everything in the store - The two of you already ate two bento boxes each, five bread buns each, three rice balls each, and had a cup noodle⌠each.Â
There was even another bag of chips open at the table, and your bags were still full!
âIs that a joke I hear?â You smiled, leaning back in your chair as you popped a chip into your mouth. âWell I didnât expect to meet you here. I was originally going to eat at home.â
He nodded before standing and stretching a little.âDonât worry I got it.âÂ
âWai-â you were going to hand him spare change, but he was already at the vending machine two houses down the street.Â
You sighed and used your hands to prop your head upright. How unfair.
As he inserted a few bills in the slot, you couldnât help but admire his profile. You always noticed him back at work. He was extremely professional, nearly passive as he was assigned missions and at the rare times you catch him training at headquarters. But as the two of you were here together in a convenience store, all of it felt so⌠so normal. In this short moment, you could just pretend that demons werenât real, that you still had a family waiting for you back home, that you were just a normal twenty-one year old woman hanging out with a friend from work who you wished was a little more than just a friend.
âCheater.â You pouted as he walked back within hearing range.
He ignored you, passing you a bottle. âHere.â
âThanks.â You said, taking the bottle and looking at the cover. âOh! Yuzu Juice! I didnât know I told you about my obsession with these.âÂ
âYou didnât.â He answered taking a seat, as you rummaged through your pockets for a bit of change.
âReally? Huh.â You didnât seem to notice how he scrunched his eyebrows and looked at the drink carefully.
Normally, buying a drink for someone wouldnât be a big deal, but he didnât just randomly guess. It was almost second nature for him to pick that drink. He could almost hear a voice in his head that sounded so much like you.
You couldnât come with Giyuu to Natagumo Mountain because you were hurt pretty badly from the last mission you went to. He had come to visit you at the Butterly Estate.
âWhy are you so excited about a fruit?â Giyuu asked incredulously, as your eyes shimmered at the basket of yuzu fruits he brought. Â âItâs just a fruit right?â
You gasped as you hugged the basket away from him. You looked so offended that Giyuu was taken aback for a second, halfway considering an apology.
âJust a fruit? JUST a fruit?â you gasped again, more dramatically than the last, but you donât think Giyuu understands youâre pulling his leg because he looks even more worried. âAm I actually hearing this from my own lover?â
âWhy? Whatâs so great about it?â he asked, but you donât miss the hidden panic underneath his voice. âAm I missing something?â
âItâs a yuzu fruit, Giyuu,â you lean in and whisper, like the greatest of secrets were being shared between the two of you. âAnd do you know what that means?â
Giyuu shakes his head slowly, entranced. He leans in as you motion for him to come closer.
âIt means,â you whisper, before pecking his cheek and grinning as he blushes. âWe can make my favorite drink.â
You laugh as Giyuu groans, burying his face in his hands as he fell for another one of your stupid jokes.
âDonât forget, Giyuu,â You toss him a yuzu fruit from the basket before leading him to the kitchen of the Butterfly Estate. Hopefully Aoi and the other girls wouldnât mind if you borrowed it for a bit. âI can never turn down some good yuzu juice.â
Giyuu blinks, and suddenly he canât remember what he was thinking about just a second before. He felt like he was forgetting something very, very important.
âI⌠just took a wild guess.â he muttered. There was no use pondering about it now, no matter how hard he tried to grasp at the straws of his memory.
âWell, you made a pretty good guess.â Placing a hand over the cap, you opened the bottle and took a hearty sip âAh, I love this so much! Hereâs my share.â You said, offering a hand with the money.
âOh please, as if I canât afford to get you juice. Think of it as thanks for sharing your food with me.â
âOkay then,â because If he wanted to treat you, who were you to argue?
âMeeting adjourned. Stay alert, the issues weâve talked about will be sent later as a mission to some of you.â The room was once again bathed in light as Oyakata-sama pressed a button which shut down the projector and automatically drew the meeting room curtains back open. You and your fellow pillars stood as Amane-sama grabbed the handles of the masterâs wheelchair. âIâll be seeing all of you at the next meeting. Take care, my children.â
All of you bowed deeply as Amane-sama closed the door shut, before the nine of you stood from the chairs situated around the large table, moving to talk to the others.
â(F/N),â you immediately felt your heartbeat faster. You wouldâve kicked yourself for reacting in such a way when he called for you, but damn it if it didnât make you feel nice.
I think my heart is broken, what the hell.
âAh, Giyuu, are we still on for training later?â you smiled politely at your co-worker, and Giyuu faltered for a second too fast for you to have noticed before he had already recomposed himself.
âYes, but donât expect me to pull my punches just because itâs training,â Giyuu felt the corners of his mouth turn up ever so slightly as he watched your face flush.
âIâll have you know that I hardly break a sweat from fighting off demons alone, so I should be the one to tell you that,â your cheeks were puffed from indignation. The words pour out of you without thinking and you donât even realize what youâre saying anymore. âBesides, when have you ever pulled your punches? You said youâd always spar with me using everything you had so I wouldnât die out in-â
âWhatâŚ?â Giyuuâs voice knocked you out of your rant. He had a funny look on his face, like you had said something odd. You immediately backtrack to your little spiel in search of something wrong - something embarrassing - you mightâve said. âWhen did IâŚ?â
When has he ever pulled his punches? I mean, itâs true, Iâm sure of that, butâŚ?
You stop. How would you have known that? This was your first training session together. What were you going on about? By the thoughtful yet confused look on Giyuuâs face, you could tell the words had not gone unnoticed.
âN-nevermind that,â you tried to salvage your pride, despite your ever glowing face. âI, uh, I donât know what Iâm saying. Sorry, I justâŚâ
âNo, itâs fine,â Giyuu shook his head and waved away your apology. There was a pause before he seemed to make up his mind. âActually I wasââ
âTomioka-san!â You and Giyuu jump as Shinobu suddenly pops up between the both of you. Youâre confused whether to be thankful for her cutting in or not - on one hand, she had saved you from more embarrassment, but on the other, you wanted to know what Giyuu was going to say. âSorry to cut your conversation short, but we need to borrow (F/N)-chan for a little bit. This wonât take long!â
Without even waiting for Giyuu to respond, Shinobuâs already dragging you away from the black haired male. You turn to look back at him apologetically.
âSorry, Iâll meet you in the training hall,â you see him wave at you in goodbye before Shinobu makes you turn a corner and you both enter an empty meeting room. Well, it was mostly empty, save for a couple of people.
âSo, Shinobu, Mitsuri⌠Uzui and Kyoujuro? Whatâs up...?â you ask hesitantly. You donât like the knowing looks and the mischievous grins they have on their faces.
âYou tell us.â You donât like the glint in Shinobuâs eyes as she stares you down. âI donât think weâve ever seen Tomioka initiate a conversation on his own.â
âOr smile for that matter.â Mitsuri added, barely suppressing her grin. Shit, didnât she live for this kind of thing? You were definitely fucked. You need to get out or youâre dead.
Uzui hummed before getting all up in your face, making you take an involuntary step back, but Kyoujuro blocks you from taking another step. You were surrounded on all sides. Â âYeah, it was weird. Did you do anything flamboyant to him?â
âExcuse me?â Did they think you pulled some sort of magic trick over him? A sort of spell? âI did nothing!â
âNothing, she said!â Mitsuri squealed, before turning back to you with eyes glittering. âDid you see the way he looked at you? He looked like he was on cloud nine!â
He⌠he did?
Brushing it off, you wave off their words, because the very thought of him being genuinely happy while talking to you made you ridiculously happy. And you didnât want these idiots to see it. You were not going to give them the pleasure of seeing you turn into a bumbling, blushing mess.
âOh, please, if anything Itâs m-â You cut yourself off once you realized that finishing that sentence would lead to an entirely different ballpark you were not willing to enter. âYou know what? Nevermind. Giyuuâs waiting for me so I have to go.â
âOh, so itâs âGiyuuâ now huh?â You catch their words before you make up your mind to book it. You thought you were free because you only had to take one more step to get out of this cursed room, but a strong, yet slender hand darted out to grab your wrist, effectively preventing you from walking out of this room and out of this conversation.
âNu-uh, not until you answer us,â Misturi grinned, locking you into a hug to make sure you didnât try to run away again.
âGuys, I swear, we need to train.â you grumbled, feeling the sweat gathering over your forehead.
Uzui tsk-ed, and placed a hand over your shoulder. Great, just what you needed: another restraint. âLook, weâre just curious. Tomiokaâs flamboyant, but heâs a pretty quiet guy so weâre worried for him.â
âAw... well, tough shit, Iâm going now.â You say, finally prying yourself free from Mitsuriâs soft albeit annoyingly strong grip.
â(F/N)-chan, you donât have to deny it.â Placing a hand over your shoulder, Misuri smiled softly at you, and you didnât like how you could practically see the hearts flying around her back.
âDeny what?â Maybe, if you acted like you had no idea what they were talking about, they would drop it, and you can leave, and you can train with Giyuu.
But such things in life would never happen, and you were doomed the very moment Shinobu snuck up on your conversation. You didnât like the thought of him waiting for you while your coworkers hounded you.
The four of you turned when you heard a light sniffle come from Gyomei. âAh, to be young and in love.â
âWh-? No, itâs not like that at all!â you tried to defend yourself, but by the look on their faces you knew you were fighting a one-sided war. They were convinced there was something going on. To be honest, the more time you spent stuck in the room with them the more you were slowly coming to terms with your own feelings. And that was not good. âBesides, we only went on one job together, so why-â
âOh, donât tell me youâve never heard of love at first sight~â Mitsuri giggled, and by the look on her face you had a guess she was already planning the wedding.
âLove at first sight, my ass,â you groaned, recalling your first assignment together. âHe basically told me to shut up the first time I tried talking to him. Whatâs supposed to be cute about that?â
âThe first time,â Shinobu emphasized, and you buried your face in your hands at her knowing smile. âBut from what we just saw, not only did you talk again, but he even initiated the conversation himself.â
âNot to mention youâre going to be training together,â Kyoujuro nodded vehemently. âAnd as far as I can remember from my time as a Pillar, Tomioka has never trained with anyone because he preferred to train on his own.â
âAnd I guess now Iâm never going to find out what training with him is like because you guys insist on keeping me here,â you were honestly proud of yourself that you havenât punched someone yet - but you were oh so painfully close. If not one of them, then you might just punch yourself just to escape the shame. This felt oddly claustrophobic and it was making you slowly lose your mind. âAlso, when have you guys turned into detectives?â
â(F/N)-san, we wouldâve let you go already if youâd just admit what was going on between you and Tomioka,â you stared dumbfounded as they all nodded, waiting patiently for your answer.
If you guys think Iâm going to crack first, youâre dead wrong.
âItâs nothing, okay?â you sighed, exhaustion over this whole ordeal finally setting in. Would you even be able to train with Giyuu like this? âHe invited me to train with him after I almost messed up during our mission. Thatâs all there is. You guys have just been looking too much into it.â
The room goes quiet, the other Pillars taking turns to look at one another, unsure of where to go from there. You shake your head as you pass by them and make your exit.
âNO! I refuse to believe that!â
Oh my god, no, please.
You look incredulously at Mitsuri as she blocks the door in front of you. You feel your eyes twitch sporadically, your hand that was already holding on to the doorknob tightening and your knuckles going white.
âMitsuri, come on,â you groan. You werenât too keen on saying anything (too) bad at the pink haired girl since she was honestly really nice, just ever so slightly airheaded, and getting into bad terms with her husband Obanai didnât sound too appealing. âWhat more do you want from me?â
âHow about the flamboyant truth, (F/N)?â your head whipped back at lightning speed at Uzui, who merely laughed at the dead-eyed smile you gave him.
âWhat âtruthâ? I already told you guys, I-â
â(F/N)-san, one last thing,â your head turns to Kyoujuro, who shares a look with Shinobu. You watch as something passes between them, before the Insect Pillar nods back at him with a sweet smile. Kyoujuro grins as he turns back to you. âJust do this one thing for us and I promise weâll let you out.â
Shit. I donât like that.
But you stand your ground. âAnd that would beâŚ?â
âCan you look into my eyes and tell me that thereâs nothing going on between you?â he raised an eyebrow, challenging you with his wide eyes that seemed to stare deep into your soul.
You lower your head, mentally preparing yourself. You pray to whatever higher being that could hear you to give you the strength to get through this unscathed.
Please, for the love of my sanity-
You look back to Kyoujuro, head held high. He holds your stare - his eyes were intimidating as hell - Â but to your relief, he backs off first after a good few seconds. He sighs, as does Shinobu.
âFine, fine. You win, (F/N)-san,â Shinobu grumbles.
âFor now,â Uzui throws you a mischievous grin as you pass by. You scowl at him.
âWhaaaaat? Weâre letting her go?â Mitsuri wailed as Kyoujuro practically pried her off of the door.
âA dealâs a deal, Mitsuri-san,â Kyoujuro said.
Youâve barely taken a step out the door when a hand is placed over your shoulder. You donât bother to turn around, scared you really might punch someone this time.
â(F/N), one last thing,â Sighing, you turn back heavily, because it feels like theyâll never let you leave, but when you see Gyomei smiling kindly at you, you canât help but return it too. âRemember, there is no shame in admitting your feelings. Face them head on and find strength within it. You can only run from your problems for so long until you loop back to where you started, because you can never stop things that were set in stone by fate.â
Despite how drained you were feeling, you manage a genuine smile. âUnderstood, guys.â
Letting out a sigh, you were finally able to breathe after your nosy coworkers got all up in your business. You were glad that you were alone in the elevator, because at least now you could take a moment to compose yourself and get rid of the blazing blush before you faced Giyuu.
âCan you look into my eyes and tell me that thereâs nothing going on between you?â
Kyojuroâs words echo in your head. You were unbelievably lucky for being able to keep your poker face before he cracked, because if that stare-down lasted a second longer, you wouldâve burst, and confessed your feelings to them instead of Giyuu.
Snapping out of your thoughts, the doors opened to a bright wide room that smelled of wood and steel. The training hall was one of the many floors in the building and the Corps spared no expense in getting it look as it did with high ceilings, and large areas divided into varying sizes. Some areas were even designed after different types of terrain.
You spot Giyuu with his back to you, warming up in the center on the biggest mat of the entire hall. He was doing practice swings with a wooden sword.
âHey, sorry I'm late,â You say, causing him to pause mid-swing as he turns to see you grabbing a wooden sword on the far wall and depositing your own blade beside his. He watched, slightly mesmerized as you gathered your hair into a high ponytail on top of your head. âWant to get started?â
He shook off his daze before he raised a brow at you, setting his sword tip down against the ground and leaning a bit of his weight over it. âYouâre not going to warm up?â
Smirking, you say âOh please, this is my warm-up.â You donât give him a chance to reply as you move straight for him, sword held high.
In one effortless swoop, Giyuu had his sword in front of him blocking your swing with ease. âThatâs cheating, in case you werenât aware.â
âI know.â You smiled, before retracting and swinging again. âBut I prefer to call it strategy.â
âHaaaa,â You breathed out before dropping on the floor. âIâm glad weâre on the same team. Fighting you is crazy exhausting.â
Walking towards you, he offered you a water bottle and once you took it, he sat down beside you. He was so close, you could feel the warmth radiate off him. âLikewise. Youâre ridiculously fast.â
âAnd youâre ridiculously strong.â You smiled, taking a sip from the bottle he gave you.
The two of you were quiet, keeping each other company as the other regained their breath. In the silence, you couldnât help but let your mind wander back to the conversation back in the meeting room.
âI donât think weâve ever seen Tomioka initiate a conversation on his own.â
âDid you see the way he looked at you? He looked like he was on cloud nine!â
âOh, donât tell me youâve never heard of love at first sight~â
âBut from what we just saw, not only did you talk again, but he even initiated the conversation himself.â
âAs far as I can remember from my time as a Pillar, Tomioka has never trained with anyone because he preferred to train on his own.â
âRemember, there is no shame in admitting your feelings. Face them head on and find strength within it. You can only run from your problems for so long until you loop back to where you started, because you can never stop things that were set in stone by fate.â
All of their words passed by your head like a snapshot. It was slightly disorienting hearing the others comment on your relationship with the Water Pillar. You liked him, but you already planted it in your head that you had no chance. Because who were you kidding? One look at him, and you knew that you were out of his league. He was good-looking (though that was more of a bonus than anything), dedicated, strong, and had a dry sense of humor that could rival your own. A guy like that was bound to have someone waiting for him at home. He was too much of a catch for you to believe otherwise.
â(F/N)?â
âYeah?â you hum distractedly, still completely submerged into your own head.
âDo you-â He started, and abruptly, your bubble of fantasies popped.
He was looking at you weirdly, an expression youâve never seen him make, and somehow your mind managed to mix that up with him being able to read your thoughts. You just panicked, your mouth spouting off nonsense before you could process anything, trying in vain to protect yourself from rejection. âNo! I donât like you!â
âOh.â He looked back at his folded hands before adding a short âIâm sorry.â, before you realized what you just said. Regret immediately washed over you.Â
âNo, I mean, I donât not like you, I-Iâm not making any sense-â
He interrupted you gently before standing up and dusting off his clothes. âNo, itâs okay, you donât have to explain yourself. I understand. Sorry if you felt forced to train with me.â Â
Oh my god, youâve never wanted to slap yourself harder in your life than you did in this moment.Â
You fucked up. You fucked up so bad.
You reach for him, trying to explain, âWait, donât misunderstand please, I was jus-â
âReally, itâs fine. I know I'm not the easiest person to like. Especially with how I treated you back on our first mission.â
âGiyu-â
âIâll be leaving now (L/N)-san. Iâm sorry again.â
And that was the last straw. Hearing him call out your name in such a cold voice hit you so deeply that you tell the consequences to fuck off as you stand up, and pull him back to you.
â(L/N)-san, I swear, itâs fine-â Neither of you get to hear how he ends his sentence, because you grab his shirt, and pull him closer, until your lips were pressed against his.
You felt your resolve crumble as your lips moved against his own, and as his hands reached over, cradling your face closer to his. It was so soft, so warm, and your heart ached as you felt your eyes start to sting. After a moment, the two of you pull away, bringing your foreheads close, before you spiral into a wild spiel.
âYou idiot! If you would just listen!â You whisper lightly, afraid of what his reaction would be. âI like you. I really, really like you. I didnât mean what I said. I only said that because you caught me off guard and I didnât think youâd like me back! Iâm scared of being rejected by you because you're smart, you're funny, you're nice⌠â
âI didn't want to tell you but I got caught up in my thoughts, and I just⌠I know what I said, and Iâm sorry, I'm really sorry. It might sound like an excuse to you, but you really did catch me off guard. If I could take it back I would.â
âIâm really sorry, Gi...Tomioka-san. I hope you could forgive me.â You say, before you untangle your arms wrapped around his neck, and walk yourself to the elevator, not even waiting for the inevitable rejection youâd get from him.
Pushing the doors open, you didnât notice how the other pillars - namely Mitsuri, Shinobu, Kyojuro, and Uzui - were still situated around the room, because your only goal now was to get the bag you left earlier, leave straight for your home, and sleep.
When they saw your puffy eyes however, all of them looked amongst each other, before pushing Mitsuri closer towards you.
â(F/N)-chan, are you okay?â At Mitsuriâs soft voice, you jumped out of your skin, cradling your bag to your chest as a shield.
âW⌠What are you guys still doing here?â You ask, before furiously wiping at your eyes.
âYouâre avoiding our question. Why are you crying?â Normally, you wouldâve brushed them off, and replied in a snarky comment, but you were tired, and you just wanted your bed.
âI... Tomioka and I got into a little fight, is all.â You replied, not even looking up from fixing up your bag.
Mitsuri immediately looked back at the others upon hearing you say âTomiokaâ, before rubbing your back consolingly. âDo you want to tell us what happened?â
You sniffed. âNo, not really. Iâm just tired and I want to go home.â
A quick look passed between Mtsuri and Kyojuro before the Flame Hashira walked over to you.
âAnd home you shall go! Câmon, (F/N), Iâll drive you back.â Kyojuro said, grabbing a hold of your bag while Misturi took your hand, leading the two of you after Kyojuro. âYeah! Iâll make you some pancakes, and lots of other food!â
Once the three of you left, Shinobu looked up at Uzui, and nodded.
Shinobu and Uzui found Giyuu splayed back at the center training mat.
For a good second the pair thought that the Water Pillar had fainted, or something of the same degree. But upon getting closer, they noticed him looking up, dazed, with a hand over his lips. Making their way over, they sat at either side of him, waiting for him to acknowledge their presence.
âWhat are you two even doing here.â Giyuu blinked as he realized he wasnât alone in the room anymore. They were looking down at him with a mix of surprise and amusement. âDid you just come to stare at me?â
âWe should be the one asking you that,â two seconds into talking to Giyuu and he was already testing Shinobuâs patience. â(F/N) went back to the meeting room.â
âYeah. She was crying flamboyantly, by the way.â Uzui nodded briskly, arms crossed and eyes closed in thought.
Giyuu couldnât deny how his chest had tightened at the memory of you walking out earlier, âI know.â
When he didnât speak for another few seconds, clearly having no plans to elaborate until prodded, Shinobu sighed. âCare to tell us what happened?â
Do I have to� Giyuu scowled softly. But he might as well, since he was lost ever since you left, with no clue what to do next.
â... She told me she didnât like me, so I apologized and moved to leave,â Giyuuâs voice was no louder than a whisper, as if he was scared someone would overhear. But the other Pillars heard him nonetheless. âBut then she kissed me and told me she liked me before leaving me here.â
Shinobu would be lying if she didnât admit she felt victorious. So you were lying. HA! But thatâs a conversation for another time. Right now, you left the other half of the party lying down on the training room floor and it seemed they needed to drag him back to his feet if they wanted a straight answer from you.
âAnd? How do you feel about that?â Shinobu poked the side of Giyuuâs cheek, but itâs like the male was still lost somewhere they couldnât reach as he failed to give the slightest reaction besides words.
âConfused.â Giyuu muttered mostly to himself. âReally confused.â
âI feel like thereâs a flamboyant âButâ in there...?â Uzui honestly felt like he was getting his child to admit what he did wrong - except he had no child, he was talking to the Water Pillar, a grown man who shouldâve been easy getting answers from.
Giyuuâs eyes softened at the idea of you, and the kiss from earlier, and the look didnât exactly escape the surrounding Pillars. âI like her too. A lot.â
Shinobu suddenly stood up, surprising both males. âWell, then, youâve got your answer. So what are you lying around here for?â
âShe left, I doubt she wants to speak with me now,â Giyuu muttered, disheartened - which was the exact opposite of what Shinobu wanted to achieve.
She remembered something odd she noticed when you had left earlier, so she looked around the room and felt like she struck gold.
âOh, she did leave, itâs definitely too late for that,â Shinobu says, brushing aside Giyuuâs sarcastic âgee, thanksâ. âBut I have a hunch that sheâll be returning soon.Youâll just have to wait.â
Shinobu pointed to the far end of the training room, forcing Giyuu to muster the energy to sit up to see where she was pointing to. There on the wall was your Nichirin blades among the rack of extra training swords.Â
âI canât believe how stupid I am today.â You grumbled before exiting the elevator.
You were on your way home with Mitsuri and Kyojuro, when you noticed that the sword strapped to your waist wasnât your nichirin blade, but the wooden one from the training hall. Kyojuro was nice enough to turn the car around back to the building, and pressed the hazard button on the car as he pulled up in front of Ubuyashiki tower.
âTake your time (F/N)-san, Mitsuri-san and I will wait here.â Lightly, you smile at him before grabbing the wooden sword and going into the building.
And this is where you find yourself. You were back in the training hall, warm orange light filtering through the large windows as the sun began to set. You were glad you noticed your missing sword when you did because not being prepared for a mission could cost someoneâs life. Running your fingers through the wall, you open the lights and feel a slight disappointment at how empty the hall was of people - or rather one raven-haired male.
You messed up once already, (F/N). Why add to that by wishing he was here?
Letting out a sigh, you move to the wall, to where your sword was supposed to be, and jump out of your skin when you notice the Water Pillar leaning over and facing away from you towards the window.
Of course. Of-fucking-course. Because why not?
Quietly, and in hopes to avoid him seeing you, you creeped carefully along the wall, clutching your nichirin blade to your chest, as you exchanged it with the wooden sword. You turn around, thankful that he didnât seem to notice your presence before walking to the ele-
âWhy did you leave earlier?â He asks, not moving an inch from his position.
Of course he noticed you.
âI didnât think any of us had anything else to say.â you fiddle with the blade in your hands, refusing to turn and face him. Your hands havenât shook this much in years, the last time being when you had first fought a demon.
âWell, I had something to say,â You cringe as he turned to you, his face as beautifully stoic as you had always known.
Okay, wow. You knew he had a bit of a mean streak going on, one that died down when it came to talking to you but you didnât really think he was mean enough to roast you for having a stupid crush. Sure, you did accidentally say you didnât like him, but that was a lie - obviously, since you kissed him like the suicidal dumbass that you were.
âWell, Iâm here now, so we might as well rip the bandaid,â you say that, but as his eyes bore into your own, you realize that youâre not ready for what he has to say and you cut in as he opens his mouth. âBefore you say anything though, I just wanted to say that I completely understand if you want to stay away from me and-â
As you rambled on, you didnât notice him walk closer. Giyuu had a determined look on his face as he grabbed onto your hands that were nervously playing with your sword, and held them in his own, softly running a thumb over your knuckles. You immediately drag your gaze from the floor and into his eyes, seeing warmth and gentleness in his blue irises.
Giyuuâs eyes never leave yours, even as he asks, âI do have something to say⌠If you would listen?â
You swallowed, your mouth feeling dry, as you give him a slight nod.
He breathes deeply before he speaks. âIâll admit. I donât really care what others think of me, as long as Iâm doing my job and theyâre doing theirs. Iâm used to people saying Iâm cold, and unlikable, but for the past few weeks, I found your company comforting, and I thought that weâve been genuinely getting along with each other. So when you said you didnât like me when I was going to ask if you wanted to have another match, I was really confused and hurt.â
âIâm sorry-â You interrupt, before he shakes his head and asks you to let him finish.
âSo, I was really surprised when you pulled me back and kissed me. Then you go off telling me that you like me, not even 5 minutes after you told me you didnât, and then you leave, not even letting me process anything, or telling you what I had to say.â
Giyuu stops for a moment, opening his eyes and looking deep into yours. He seemed to debate something for a moment before he decided, and took a short breath.
âIf you would have waited, I would have told you that I like you too.â Your knees felt absolutely weak as he placed his forehead over yours. You could feel the rough calluses on his hands as he squeezed yours softly.
âYou would have?â You ask. He nods. âDo you really?â
Your heart melts when you see his face change into a soft smile, a smile he only put on for you. âI do. I really like you (F/N).â
It felt so surreal hearing him say that he liked you too. You felt like you could fly.
âI like you too.â A small watery laugh bubbles up from your throat, and a warm giddy feeling swirls around your stomach, easily replacing the heavy feeling of regret.
You could feel the tears fall from your eyes and the blood rush to your face. You pull your hands off from his as you use it to cover the raging blush on your cheeks. âUgh, stop making me cry. This has to be the most I've ever cried in my life.â
âAnd itâs the most Iâve ever been confused in mine too⌠but I hope itâs happy tears now?â He takes both of your hands into his left, using his other to wipe at the tears and cradle your face, like you were a priceless jewel.
âYeah,â You hum, moving closer and letting his left hand release your hands as his arm wraps around your waist. He pulls you closer and you revel in his warmth. âCan you say it again?â
âI like you.â His smile grows fonder as you lean into his touch, and wrap your arms around his shoulders. Giyuu has never felt so content in his life.
âAgain?â
âI really, really like you.â He says softly, and your mouth stretches into a smile that mirrors his.
âProve it?â You ask, faintly hinting at what you wanted him to do as your faces move closer and closer until you were an inch apart and could feel his breath fan over your face.
âOkay,â He whispers, before he finally leaned in and kissed you again.
BONUS:
âYouâve got to be fucking kidding me,â Obanai groaned as he rolled over in the large training room floormat. You might have used wooden sticks, but it still hurt like hell.
âI didnât know the training room floor was so cozy,â Muichiro mused, staring up at the ceiling as he was splayed on the ground. âI donât think Iâve ever been knocked down before. (F/N)-san, help me sit up. My spine feels tingly ever since you hit me.â
You laughed sheepishly, crouching beside the Mist Pillar before helping him sit up. Giyuu, on the other hand, was standing over Obanai, looking down at the Serpent Pillar with a bored gaze.
âYou told me not to hold back,â Giyuu deadpanned, bi-colored irises glaring at him from below.
Word had travelled fast that you and Giyuu were going out. And of course, since you had always been dragged into the Pillarsâ shenanigans, you had decided it was time that Giyuu be a part of the group. So to warm up a bit to the idea of having him around, you had offered the idea to have a training session with everyone, doing pair up battles to save time and promote teamwork. They agreed, since they have never seen Giyuu train with you, much less have trained with him themselves.
But the idea backfired hard.
âTomioka and (L/N) win,â Gyomei announces, a small smile on his face. He looked amused more than anything. âThatâs 3 wins.â
You decided the pairs by letting four people write their names on scraps of paper and letting the other four pick from the pile. Gyomei had decided to sit this one out and be the moderator, so the numbers balanced out. And since Giyuu was the so-called âguest of honorâ, the others had allowed him to pick first.
âYou guys rigged it. I know you fucking did,â Sanemi grumbled.
Giyuu had miraculously pulled out your name from the pile. Sure, there were only four names, but it was still a one-out-of-four odds.
âYou can check if you want, Sanemi,â you sighed in exasperation. âI didnât do shit to that paper.â
âBullshit,â he roughly grabs the scrap from Giyuu and inspects it, the other Pillars laughing as he nitpicks your paper.
You stand next to Giyuu, who was leaning on a wall away from the Pillars, and ask in a soft voice so no one else could hear. âAlright. Howâd you do it?â
You see him smile for a fraction of a second from the corner of your eye. âYou press down on your pen too much when you write, so I just felt around for the paper that had the most indentations.â
âHow the fuckâŚ?â Sanemi exclaimed, and you laughed again.
âYouâre so amazing!â Mitsuri squealed, bounding up to the training room floor and glomping you. âYou guys worked together flawlessly! â
âThatâs putting it too lightly,â Uzui laughed. âThey flamboyantly wiped us out.â
âYes! Truly amazing!â Kyoujuro nodded. âIâm aware of both of your prowess, but this was truly overwhelming.â
âYou fuckers cheated!â Sanemi growled, walking over to the training room floor and pointing his wooden sword at the two of you. âHow did you-â
âYour attacks are mostly mid level swings, aimed at the stomach,â Giyuu answers passively as he sits down beside you and Muichiro on the floor.
âWhâŚ?â For the first time, Sanemi is caught off guard, and so are the other Pillars, but you nod at Giyuuâs words. You donât notice how they stared at the both of you weirdly.
âYeah, you do,â you laugh softly, before making a slow sweeping motion with your wooden sword, Giyuu parrying it once itâs within his distance. âYou swing, and then when your opponent curls up, either from pain or to try and dodge, you go for a thrust.â
When you stop talking, you and Giyuu turn to the other Pillars, who were mostly looking at you with gaped mouths. Shinobu and Kyoujuro had frozen smiles on their faces and Obanai and Sanemi were looking at you like you had force fed them rotten food.
Was it something you said�
âHey, (F/N)-chan,â Shinobu suddenly cut in through the silence, smiling as pleasant as ever. âHow did you beat me? Tomioka-san uses hard force to deflect but-â
âYou usually do thrusts. I guess because of your sword style, right?â you answer, almost impulsively. âIt ends up leaving too many openings, especially if someone hits you from the side.â
âYou only do slashes when youâre close enough,â Giyuu adds. âBut you thrust when youâre too far away because it helps with your speed and momentum.â
You blink again, the room coming into view again, and find the others staring at you, more confused than anything.
âTomioka-san? (F/N)-chan?â Shinobu asked, the smile gone. Shit, did you say something you shouldnât have? âWhat are you talking aboutâŚ? I only use a revolver because it carries my poisons better. My sword is usually reserved as a last resort, but I havenât used it in a long time. I was a bit off today since Iâm not used to it anymore, but...â
âNot to mention,â Sanemi grumbles to the side, looking at the both of you suspiciously. âI havenât gone on any fucking mission with you guys. How the hell do you know how I fight? You stalkers, or something?â
You turn to Giyuu, and he turns to you with a confused look that probably mirrored your own. The other Pillars stared, waiting for your answer. But you blanched.
How the fuck do I answer that?
Finally, Giyuu breaks the stare and turns to the other Pillars, âMission and Training videos.â
You blinked. And so did the others. Every single one of you had the same confused looks on your faces.
Mission and training⌠videos?
âDonât tell me youâve never heard of them?â Giyuu raised an eyebrow at the Pillars, who looked at one another, expecting someone to know. He sighs as he points up at a surveillance camera at the corner of the training room. âTheyâre a collection of videos in the Corps archives, mostly of the Pillars during joint training sessions or battles with the Twelve Demon Moons. Theyâre captured using the crow-drones or the cameras scattered inside and around the building. Demon Slayers can ask to view them for educational purposes, like learning a new breathing technique.â
You gape at Giyuu and Pillars in turn, a frown slowly etching over your face. Something told you that wasnât the whole truth. Maybe the videos were real, but on how you knew about the otherâs battle styles, wellâŚ
âThereâs such a thingâŚ?â Shinobu mutters thoughtfully, looking at you and Giyuu.
Uh-oh, looks like she doesnât buy it.
âEEK!â Mitsuri suddenly exclaims, and Shinobu and the others jump from the shrill sound. âWhat if my videos are super embarrassing? I have to check!â
And sheâs out the door, followed closely by Obanai who was trying to reassure her that it was okay. Youâre rather surprised Obanai got up so quickly when he was just on the floor earlier.
âShit like that exists? And Iâm only finding out about this now?â Sanemi grumbled, his aura carefully getting angrier and angrier. âWhat if the fucking demons get a hold of those videos?â
Sanemi was out the door in the next second, yelling about giving away the corpsâ battle strategies. Kyoujuro and Uzui followed, interested about seeing the videos. Gyomei took Muichiro to the clinic with Shinobu. The Insect Pillar cast you a questioning look before trailing behind the Stone and Mist Pillars.
And then it was just you and Giyuu again.
âGiyuu?â you called out softly in the silence. When you hear him hum, signalling that he was listening, you push on. âIâve never seen those videos before. I didnât even know they existed.â
You turn to him when he lets out a soft laugh, âI havenât either. I read about them in a report a long time ago, but I never felt the need to see them.â
Wordlessly, Giyuu lies back down on the training mat, arms crossed behind his head. He stares up at the ceiling, looking deep in thought. Thereâs a question at the tip of your tongue, something youâve always wanted to ask, but could never muster the strength to actually say outloud.
âItâs odd. Shinazugawa was right. Iâve never been assigned to go on a mission with him,â Giyuu started, still staring up at the ceiling, seemingly muttering to himself. âBut I knew how he was going to move. It was almost like-â
âLike youâve fought with him before?â you finished, and you turned to Giyuu to find his eyes already staring deep into yourâs.
âThatâs the thing, though,â Giyuu scowled, your image blurring at the edges. Was that a kimono you were wearing? âIâve never trained with any of them before today. But it felt like I knew what to do. Like Iâve seen it before. Not in a video, though.â
âMore like muscle memory,â you mumble, lost in Giyuuâs eyes. Has his hair always been that long? âLike my body already knew how to move on its own.â
The silence stretched on, but it was almost like time had stopped for the both of you.
âIâm not ready,â you sighed shakily, your hands wringing around as you paced in the room before the Ubayishiki garden. You could hear the yells and grunts of your fellow Pillars, mixed in with the clash of swords. âSanemi always looks at me like Iâm a demon and I think this is his chance of actually cutting my head off.â
âRelax, (F/N),â Giyuu sighed, taking your hands into his and rubbing them, trying to get the blood circulating again. âOn the bright side, at the very least, he still sees you. I think he sees me as an annoying fly.â
You manage a shaky laugh, and Giyuu takes it as a small victory before making you look him in the eye.
âYouâll be fine, but if you need help,â he smiles softly and you donât miss the mischief in his eyes. âThese are just some things Iâve noticed when he tries to attack meâŚâ
You blink, and you're back in the training room. Where were you just now? There wasnât a room like that in the whole building. It was old, like the traditional Japanese houses youâd see on T.V. and books. But Giyuu was there, and so were you and the other Pillars, apparently. Your eyes find Giyuuâs face again, and he looks just as confused. Did he see that, tooâŚ?
âYou know, (F/N), there have been moments where I feel like Iâve seen them happen before, especially when Iâm with you,â Giyuu starts hesitantly. You wouldnât think it weird, would you? âI know for a fact they havenât, Shinazugawa and Kocho was proof of that, but they just feel so real. And I couldnât explain them.â
You think of his words for a second - they were exactly what you felt - and nod for him to continue. âBut now I wonder - I always push them away because I donât remember them happening, but now that I think about it, just because they havenât happened from what I remember, doesnât mean they never happened, at all.â
âDonât remember...but doesnât mean they never happenedâŚ?â you whisper, the question youâve wanted to ask threatening to break out. But looking at Giyuuâs eyes, the wall youâve been building around to keep your thoughts in place are broken down. â...Like in another life...?â
The question hangs in the air for another second before Giyuuâs face breaks into a small smile and he lets out a small laugh. He turns away from you, and youâre left confused all over again.
âYou should see the look on your face right now,â he says, and you turn red at the realization heâs laughing at you. âItâs priceless. Sorry, but youâre really cute.â
âYouâŚ!â you tackle him, straddling him and lifting him by the collar of his shirt. âWere you just making fun of me?â
Giyuu stares at you fondly, basically confirming your question. Your blush gets darker as you stand up wordlessly and pack up your belongings. You couldnât believe he was just pulling your leg! And you fucking fell for it!
Your cheeks are puffed up in anger as you walk out of the training room. You hear Giyuuâs footsteps and his voice calling out for you, but you donât make the effort to let him know you noticed him.
When you step out of the building, Giyuu finally catches up to you, holding on to your hand.
âOkay, Iâm sorry,â he said. You frown at him hard and he responds by raising his free hand in surrender. âI really am. Sorry for laughing.â
You pout, before returning his grip. You suppress laughing at the relieved look on his face. âYouâre paying for dinner, Iâll have you know.â
The two of you walk in tranquil silence on your way to your favorite restaurant. You donât notice Giyuuâs loving stare as you walk hand in hand. For a second, youâre both walking back from a mission. Your kimono and uniform were battered pretty bad, and you had a bruise at the corner of your mouth, but you look up at him and smile.
You turn to Giyuu in surprise when he suddenly squeezes your hand. âGiyuuâŚ?â
âIf it really was another life,â he whispers, and you had half a mind to tell him off for trying to pull your leg again. But at the misty look in his eyes - the same one you stared at earlier in the training room - you shut your mouth. âIâm glad I found you again.â
You smile softly, squeezing his hand back. âYeah, me, too.â
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Sakyo Furuichi SSR ( Thanks for the Delicious Meal ) - Part 3
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Story Title: â A Yakuza(abbrv.) Who Likes to Save Moneyâ
Animeâs Voice Actor: "I can never forgive a man who tramples on his own duty and humanity. I'll defeat every single one of you!" Kumon: So Cool ~! Taichi: He's dashing ! Izumi: (Everyone's already glued on screen before I knew it) Itaru: Ah, welcome home. How's the exhibition event? Kumon: Eh? Did you go to Ganayaku exhibition event?  How nice~  ! Taichi: I want to go too ! Muku: Ganayaku's main character is super cool, isn't he? He looks like Sakyo-san ! Sakyo: I don't think it'll be possible for me to do things as calmly as him if I ever get reincarnated to another world. Taichi: But I'll be surprised too if I were to have a  younger brother all of a sudden. Itaru: If I ever get reincarnated, I'll make sure to utilize all my modern language and rely on those power. Muku: Me, I want to become a knight ~. How I wish I could become a full-pledge knight ! Kumon: I want to obtain a super cool sword and become a hero ! Taichi: I want to use magic ! Itaru: How about director-san? Izumi: Eh? Me? Hm... I wonder what is it that I want.... More than anything, I'm worried if I'd still be able to make curry.. Itaru: You're as resolute as ever. If that's the case, then the title should be " The Chairman of the Troupe Opened a Curry Shop in Another World!" Sakyo: It's going to have a solid development.. Taichi: It suits her well! Muku: Ah, that's right, director-san. Please read this when you have time. It's a story of an office lady who got reincarnated to another world and fell in love with a knight. It's heart fluttering ! Izumi: Thank you. I will read it. (Heh~ the main character is an office lady. I wonder if the main character fights with a sword too, like in Ganayaku. ) ( If by any chance I got killed and reincarnated to another world, I don't think I'd be able to fight at all. I am sure to die soon if I don't rely on someone)
Izumi: .... (The novel Muku-kun recommended is interesting. It's not just about romance but how they profoundly depicted a different world view is extremely enticing too.) Fuaa... ( I want to read more but I have to get up early tomorrow. Time to go to sleep... )
Izumi..... ? ( This place.... Where am I ? This place seems familiar but I can't remember exactly....) Soldier A: You, over there ! Where did you come from? Izumi: ! ! Soldier B: You are wearing unfamiliar clothes. That's suspiciousăźăźă Soldier C: Could it be, she's a prisoner of war? Soldier B: No, there's no way a prisoner of war would end in a place like this. Soldier C: She's wearing weird clothes but it's not that bad. Is she a princess of some small country? Soldier A: In any case, we can make good use of you. I'll take you with me. Izumi: Eh? Wa-wait a minuteăźăź. ( Looks like I got caught in a very bad situation !? ) Soldier B: Â Come along quietly ! Izumi : ăźăź! ???: Ha ! Â Â Â Â ----*Schwing* Soldier B: Guaaahh !! Soldier A: --An enemy ! Surround him! ???: Ha ! Â Â Â Â ----*Schwing* Soldier C: Ughăźăź!
Izumi: (Eh? Sakyo-san....No.. Could it be, Klaus ?) Soldier: We'll retreat for now ! Shit ! Klaus: ....Phew. Izumi: Ah, Um...Thank you very much. Klaus: Are you okay? Izumi: Yes. Klaus: What are you doing here? Did they bring you here? Izumi: No-- I'm already here before I noticed. I have no idea what happened too....Â
Klaus: Are you lost? Either way, it is a bad time to get lost. It's not safe here. I will protect you to the best of my ability. Don't leave my side. Izumi: Â ăźăźY-yes !
Izumi: ăźăź. A d-dream ....? ( I wonder if it's because I was reading a novel about a different world...but Klaus appeared. Itâs somehow mixed up with Autumn Troupe's performance) Â
Sakyo: .....Ha ! Izumi: (Sakyo-san is early as usual. He already started training for the sword fight ) Sakyo: Haa! Izumi: ...... (Oh, and he's exactly like the Klaus in my dream ) Sakyo: .... What now? You'll bore a hole through me. Izumi: No...it's just that... Â (I'm sure Sakyo-san will be able to fight back if he's stuck in that kind of situation unlike me. ) I was wondering if you would follow me if I ever go to another world. Sakyo: Aah ? Izumi: ăźăźAh, sorry. It's nothing. Sakyo: Go wash your face if you're still sleepy. Izumi: Yes..... Sakyo: .....Geez... Well, at that moment, there's no way I would let you go alone for sure.
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T/N: Thank you L/iber for serving us SakyoIzu foods --- itâs really good!  ⥠âË⧠(âŠËoËâŠ)â§â* âĄÂ
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hey, sorry to barge into your inbox despite being a total stranger (and feel free to respond to this privately if you want) but i came across some of your s/n/k critical posts and i just wanted to say i agree SO much. and i wanted to thank you for vocalizing this opinion because i know both i and some others agree with you. i've personally felt that everything after chapter 80 was a mistake (because i thought the whole serum fight over erwin vs armin was pretty fuckin stupid too) and it's kinda funny (i guess) to see the ending 100% validate my opinion completely. i can't believe every character was done this dirty for the sake of a very poorly constructed "both sides are bad" scenario that was also in VERY poor taste considering the explicit allegories to n*zi germany and a literal race war. like what's up with the jews - sorry, the "eldians" - once ruling the entire world via a bloodthirsty empire and also being inhuman creatures? gee, that sure doesn't sound like every antisemitic conspiracy theory i've ever heard. and way to rationalize oppression, too. the entire point of an oppression narrative is supposed to be "hey, the oppressor's prejudices have no rational basis and are literally mistreating this oppressed group due to their own selfishness and cruelty," not "oh btw marley's fear/hatred of eldians kinda makes sense considering eldians once enslaved the entire planet and can turn into giant man-eating monsters." is*yama SERIOUSLY should've just stuck to writing glorified vore lmao.
and while all the characters were either killed, turned into plot devices, or both, it hurts that EMA and the main protag himself suffered this treatment as well. i still think pre-timeskip eren is utterly irreconciliable with post-timeskip eren and the fact that both fans and the author himself try to make it seem like "hey he was ALWAYS a batshit crazy psychopath from the start!" is sort of pathetic to watch. like yeah, lemme just ignore the first 80 chapters of character development for this guy. or lemme pretend that the author didn't spend the significant majority of the decade making eren the most empathetic character in the entire series. or let me also pretend that eren killing those human traffickers to save a 9 year old girl from being a child sex slave is somehow evidence/foreshadowing/etc of him eventually growing up to destroy 80% of the planet. like, what? not to mention he even rebuked himself for recklessly killing those two men like that in chapter 17...so am i supposed to ignore that too?? and don't even get me started on the "eren went insane and accidentally caused his mom's death." bro. BRO. i've watched the entirety of game of thrones yet i STILL have never seen this level of "edgy plot twist for shock value with no benefit or relevance to the story whatsoever" in any media to exist.
well anyway...sorry for ranting in your inbox like this LMAO i really just wanted to tell you that i agree with your opinions about both the series ending and the series as a whole. i doubt i'll ever engage with this cursed manga ever again but at least pre-chapter 80 s/n/k will always be a thing and i can pretend they all got reincarnated into a modern AU where eren and mikasa are happily married and living with their bff armin in a nice condo or something. they alternate between visiting carla and grisha or mikasa's family on weekends. yeah that sounds pretty good. if you made it this far then kudos to you and thank you for reading lol
Thanks a ton for the kind words of commiseration. It feels like thereâs a plurality of people who are unhappy, sure... but it comes off as still being a minority, and even among that minority, it seems like most people are still fine with most of the timeskip so long as they stuck the landing. But I think they were much too far off-course pretty fast after the Timeskip started to really correct it very well. It was possible, but the writing was on the wall. The intentions were already clear pretty early on after the skip.Â
That said, I try to keep this Tumblr mostly positive and DR-focused, yet I still absolutely had to rant about SNK 139. The more I thought about it, the more I disliked it... and this comes from someone who was already unhappy for a while, obviously, so. Yeah. Of course I was gonna dislike it on some level, but I thought itâd at least provide closure to the Timeskip arc, even if I do think the Timeskip arc feels at odds with everything else the series was for 3/4 of its run.
And HOLY SHIT I literally forgot about the Eldiansâ history of apparently being horrible, vicious rulers of a sinister empire. You know why? Because I NEVER BELIEVED IT. I was so 100% certain that it was going to be outed as bullshit propaganda from Marley that I never once thought it was plausible, so I just... pushed it out of my mind as soon as I read it. After all, all that kind of talk about the arch-conspiracy of Jews has always been total bullshit from anti-semetic monsters, so why would I put any stock in this kind of talk being applied to the Jewish race of Attack on Titan?Â
But now, at the end of the story... yup, I guess he never DID go back on that! So it was fucking true?! The Jewish people in this WWII analogy were apparently an evil master race at one point?! Oh. OHHHHH. Go fuck yourself with a shovel for that one, Isayama.Â
And yeah, Eren... god, what a sad story. He becomes unrecognizable as the same character thanks to the Timeskip, the new characterization is never explained or justified retroactively - itâs just opposite day now, forever - and he dies accomplishing nothing. I donât know what to say, except I do know how much I loved that character and this series before things went south. I didnât even mind the backstory for the Titans and the horrible story of Eldians in Marley... because it seemed so obvious that it was setting up a battle against a hateful, technologically advanced foe that was beyond the darkness of anything theyâd fought before, yâknow? Marley, as it was set up in the flashbacks before the Timeskip, is Nazi Germany if the Nazis had tech and scientific horrors and numbers far beyond what the Allies had. And nobody EVER feels bad for killing Nazis, so this was obviously going to be a final battle to destroy the Marleyan military, with Zeke likely to serve as a Final Boss who has totally 100% bought the propaganda and who hated everything Eren stood for. It was all RIGHT THERE. Maybe it was just too easy to tell that story, because instead, Zeke is suddenly supposed to be a gray character (very hard to accept given his backstory), and we end with the âuwu both sides were bad bc war is hellâ message that is really pretty fucked up, as you already correctly pointed out.
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ONF in Demon AU
A/N : Is clearing idea dumps from drafts, this would be the second version of modern AUÂ
Hi, does anyone remember the idea of illegitimate child of Satan from here and a random Lucifer!Hyojin moodboard here?
ALSO YOU TOTALLY CAN IMAGINE THIS IN A REVERSE WAY, ANGEL AU (where reader is a reincarnation version fragment of Archangel but this one idea dump/establishment will be done for another day)
ALSO you can totally imagine it as deity AU, example that you are Zeus reincarnation but you awaken late and you need to stop Kronos for his rampage. Or even you are Odin and you need to stop Modern version Ragnarok this time. And ONF members could be tie with other Greek/Roman gods. This one will be fun should OH MY GIRL and B1A4 are tied in too. Its just idea I am not sure if I will expand this. But discussions are welcome
(There is no harm to think it as late Victorian or any other era you like, it is just I felt it is better to write in a familiar timeline as I dont want to do something wrong)
So below are just a few establishment for the AU, I am not gonna divide this into 2 scenarios so warning this is going to be long post.
Ok even though I did mentioned illegitimate or forgotten child. This is plausible for your family comes from bloodline that related to demonXhuman ancestors.
Also it truly depends on you. Making into a throne inheritance war or
Reader come of age and their soul are reincarnated royal demon (not neccesary Satan) so there are some demons/demoness guarding you from you are still a child (kinda like those 2 characters from Good omens or Maleficent)
for the above idea, readers magical heritage only awaken once they pass a certain birthday 16, 18 or 20 or 21, up to you. So you suddenly can see mythical creatures.
It could be your bloodline awakened but you are not that qualified to ascend throne or because of your human blood you cannot hide yourself from angel/demon hunter so you have your own demon guardians
Lets say you are imagining on something big world building, again derived from the establishment for familiar au, it is definitely plausible for you to have other "candidates" and they have their demonic godparents/guardians as well
Example, should you go for inheritance war type, maybe you have a distant related sibling(s). It will be fun if you, have ONF members as your guardians while your sibling(s) have other kpop groups. Presumably to name, Dreamcatcher, ONEUS, ATEEZ, PENTAGON or ASTRO... in short its totally flexible.
To add, (and this is an idea i use to draft for fake pilot episode for a homework I worked), you could tally idols and number of idols you wanna integrate into the story to "Lesser Ley of Solomon", linking your bloodline towith King Solomon (*disclaimer, loosely based mythically). 72 demons, how many demons for 1 person is totally depend on you. Whether number of demons/demoness one have on their side equals to their power/ability (or even how many support they obtain) is up to you.
(and disclaimer I am not Christian this is just an idea dump so dont start cultural bashing. again this ia just an idea dump and I am not planning to touch sensitive issues yet.)
Ok enough world building, lets move to story wise.
You could be growing in orphanage it adds more mystery of your bloodline/heritage or similar to the familiar au, living with your family but your family later died on accident. Your parents bloodline combine making you are the perfect vessel for the reincarnation or maybe its a tradition like every 100 hundred years you will reincarnate or something. Again its flexible.
The moment you realize you are seeing things was you noticed similar aura of each person appeared on similar day. You might not get to see who is watching before you actually confronted to the air that you will contact the police
You might really go file a report but after several times the police be like dear there is no a single soul stalking you tho
then out of depressed, you accidentally get yourself into accident and your demon guardian shows up.
Or, because you started to able to see mythical creatures. Mythical creatures starts to notice your existence as well. And that somewhat gives off your location to other candidates through gossiping (should this is inheritance war type of story). Then your guardian show up to protect you when you are attacked by rival siblingâs demons.
Could be you visited some witch to get your ability to see mythical creatures covered up? Recommended by a friendly non related sibling or a friend you made/could be angel?
You thought you only got one but it surprised you that you actually got 7 (later 6)
As this was different from summoning because they are guardians either assigned or volunteered. There is no need for you to provide them anything. And different from familiar au, there is no need to leave them in your home. To ensure your safety they must follow you 247
For now I would be thinking our boys actually guards you in a daily shift. Example, Hyojin on Monday, Changyoon on Tuesday, Seungjun on Wednesday, Jaeyoung on Thursday, Minkyun on Friday, Yuto on Saturday, Minseok on Sunday. (after Minseok departs, the other members rotate themselves to do the Sunday shift)
Since their shift are like that, you sometimes take chance to hangout with them. Eating out with Hyojin, Arcades with Yuto. mostly happens Sunday.
I am thinking it might be fun which your predecessors of the throne are very eager to get the throne, you are just trying to keep out of trouble. So in another way, demon ONFs get to experience the modern human world in a more chill way, it was not just guarding you, but also trying to experience human world. You could like summon them?/keep them by your side just like a normal sibling (Especially if you are the type that grow up alone without any siblings)'
Cues in ONF members actually understand your preference and remembers them very well. So you could not help relying on them as days pass by.
You are defo gonna get an ultimate rival and a friend that shares the same circumstances as you. Maybe the first rival sibling ends up being your friend after they know you are not intending to compete. But there are some rivals are more aggressive out there.
Could be you knew a few demon hunters but they know you meant no harm and then they just let you go
It will be more fun if existences of your kind triggers inner civil war between demon hunters/angels. Because there is also some distant âsiblingsâ of yours wish to live their live quietly but some parties does not agree of letting your kind roaming free and feeling the bloodline must end.
Should you are the type to compete for your birthright (because you are too irritated of people keep coming to kill you non stop). They are happy to serve you till the end as you embracing your darker side. (Well I am not sure to give ONF members and reader loveline here so I will not talk about it for now)For this version, to explain Minseokâs departure , I would prefer that Minseok is back at hell to be your teamâs spy, monitoring all political moves and changes.There are still bottom line morality, you are not really slaughtering your way through. But you do make sure the other party wont come to look for trouble anymore.They are going to train you to make sure you are ready. Fighting in physical and magic.That friendly sibling joins on training you too.Â
You are definitely getting strict critiques from Hyojin and Seungjun during the beginning of your training.
My preferences, you get a friendly sibling(s) where their demon guardians end up being BFF with yours. (RTK and MIXNINE side effect, sorry)
Characterization should be the same as those I have established from the familiar au. Just the world building and some settings that are slightly different.
Hyojin is to keep the trait of his preference on human food
Changyoon is to keep his nagging traitÂ
Seungjun might help you with studies (not solidify him as a nerd but there is tendency that he will)
Jaeyoung is more to the body guard type
Minkyun defo gonna make friends with stray animals (either you house ends up becoming pet shelter, you becoming a foster mom for animals or you cannot keep any because you are allergic but mental supporting Minkyun is up to you)
Yuto definitely is the quiet but alert type same goes with Minseok
My preference stereotype for them would be the cinnamon rolls that would kill
Sometimes they might go.. â I am a known demon back in hell but why I am doing this babysitting shit?âÂ
But then ends up enjoying stuffs human does lol
Changyoon enjoying TikTok lol, they got famous because of their contents.Â
Defo gonna have movie night.
It will be funny if ONFs as demons themselves, got scared at the monsters/ghosts seen in horror movies. Bonus if you actually not scared of horror movies. And they are gonna question you out of disbelief like why the hell are you not scared? How can you not even flinch a single bit?
Reason : monsters and ghosts imagined by human beings do not look the same based on their knowledge.
They sometimes show themselves to other humans but rarely. Mostly just being the unseen follower behind you.
Cues in sometimes they forgot they are invisible, and picks up something from the mart and it gave people a fright. Example, Changyoon or Minkyun passes through a nice outfit and just took the hanged outfit out to place in front of himself, only to realise what he did after looking into a mirror nearby
Hmm my thoughts, Jaeyoung and Minseok would be the ones who would always their visiblity when you are out with them.
Hyojin and Changyoon would be the ones who prefer to keep their invisibility
Copying from familiar au, should you attend college or university, people might thought some members of demon!ONF are your boyfriend.
At first when they changed pattern starts to live close to you, they could not get the concepts of moral of human being well. You will be guiding them.Â
Could happen that you are so pissed off by someone at work and you could not help but ranting when you are at home.Â
(Of course the demon!ONF on that day saw what happened but you did insist on them to not do anything)
They might go like :Â â Should I kill them for you?â
You : âWhat?â
Random ONF member :Â âI can do it to make look like an accident you know.â
You : âOMG NOâ
You :Â âYou know maybe you can try to mend things when they are trying to frame me on purpose.â
Random ONF member :Â âGotchaâ
For the you are not competing scenario, they would be always keeping you safe from harm until you died. Should you get married, you let them participated as relatives/friends. Cues in they even help you take care of your child later on. It could be even fun if you child does not inherit bloodline but they can see ONF members
I will stop here will write another post should i have more ideas to add.
Welp of course for a third option scenario, would be you being a supporter the friendly sibling of yours. You just wanna stay safe so you acted like an advisor role for that candidate, helping them to gain power but not participating directly. Like I said its flexible
For this one I would like to write it as you are just trying to chill with your quiet life but demon hunter, angels and aggressive candidates keeping coming at you.
Also for this one I would link to the point of unfavorable and forgotten child part.
Less favourable child gets assigned with less powerful or less aggressive demons
So for this story ONF aren't high class fighter demons at all. But they do excel in magics.
In opposite, you could the one who knows how to fight maybe because you are quite rebellious in personality.
The moment you found out there 3 parties wanna kill you and innocent less aggressive candidates, you snapped.
Maybe some candidates heard of your friendly sibling name and they rushed over to seek help. End up bump into you instead.
You : what kind of dad is *your biological demon dad name*?"
Cues in Demon ONF keep calming you down because they are afraid that rumours of you belittling your demon father might make their king angry
But you have your attitude and no shit is given. Because you understand that your life your destiny is in your own hands.
You : I wanted a peaceful life alone but now I have to deal with Angels, hunters and a bunch of siblings that I never met , never knew about each other, who all wants me dead.
You : its not fair.
To end it once and for all, you suggested to the friendly sibling to find other candidates that do not have any intentions to compete for throne. Form allies with them so that later own they could get votes for the throne and the rest of the gang could get a decorative chill title while living a peaceful life
Also suggested to the sibling of yours make use of the allies to protect less aggressive candidates
It worked politically. As most of the candidates work on slaughtering others to cut secure birthright, your ideal and policy of strengthen inner then tackle threat gain more favour. Finally your sibling gets the throne.
And you and your other members of allies might get duke duchess or something
This version of story would have and need slot of mind games. Political games as well. (Will be interesting to write but there will waaaaaay too much characters to take note.)
#onf#onf headcanons#onf headcanon#demon au#onf imagines#onf scenarios#onf scenario#demon!onf#onf hyojin#onf e-tion#onf j-us#onf wyatt#onf mk#onf u#kim hyojin#lee changyoon#lee seungjun#shim jaeyoung#park minkyun#mizuguchi yuto#scheduled#queued
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Entwined
Prompt: A long time ago, long before modern civilization, there were eight souls bound together. Seven of these eight were born immortal, and they passed along their gift to their loved one. Not long after she was hunted by both mortal and immortal for being a living atrocity. Her current body perished, and they could only hope to one day meet her reincarnation.
Pairing: OT7 x readerÂ
Word count: 1.8k
Warnings: Death, swearing, clicheâsÂ
Intro 1 2
A/n: this is kind of a filler chapter and not as long as I wanted it to be,,, but if you read it the spot I stopped at seemed like a pretty good ending for this partâŚ.. Do yall want more ?? Or does this satisfy you?? lollol (also,,, not edited lol whoops)
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When Y/n wakes up the next morning, she instantly wishes she hadnât. Dull pain is throbbing all over her body, making it harder to want to get up.Â
After getting past the pain, she finally realizes that the bed sheâs in doesnât feel familiar -Â at all. Thereâs too many pillows, the blankets are too soft, and itâs much too large.Â
What am I? Fucking Goldilocks? She shakes her head and observes her surroundings, coming to a conclusion that she is in fact in someone elseâs bedroom, in someone elseâs house.Â
Queue panicking.Â
She slips out of the bed, her feet landing soundlessly onto the carpet placed next to it. She feels something soft flowing around her knees, and only now has she paid any attention to what sheâs wearing.Â
A black, lace-embroidered, silk nightgown.Â
âThis is definitely not what I was wearing last night,â At the thought of last night, a sudden wave of memories flooded her brain, causing her to close her eyes in pain as she remembers the events of the previous evening.Â
A sudden knocking at the door stops her train of thought, her eyes suddenly snapping up to look in the direction of where the sound originated from.Â
Y/n stands frozen, not sure if it would be the best idea to answer. Although she does remember feeling safe with whoever got her out of the club, she still feels uneasy.Â
âHey, are you awake, princess? You missed breakfast this morning,â a soft voice comes from the other side. A few beats of silence passes,âIâm going to come in, okay?âÂ
Y/nâs breath hitches, as she has no choice but to face whoever is about to walk in the door. She watches as the knob turns, the door pushing open slowly. When his eyes land on her, she looks like a deer caught in the headlights.Â
Another wave of memories enters her brain, though these ones donât seem familiar. They cause pain as they flash through her mind, causing her to fall to her knees as she clutches her head.Â
The manâs eyes widen at the sight, rushing toward her,âY/n? Are you okay?â His hands hesitate to touch her, as she still doesnât really know them . . . yet.Â
âI, uh,â she raises her eyes and meets with his again. Her eyebrows furrow,âJimin?âÂ
A smile breaks out on his face in an instant,âYeah, princess? Do you remember?â
âOnly bits and pieces . . . Iâm still very confused. I remember your faces, and your names . . . and I remember being happy. But not for very long,â something flashes across Jiminâs face; sadness, maybe. A tear leaves Y/nâs eye, and Jimin wipes it before she even notices it fell.Â
âThatâs a good sign that you remember me. I think this time weâll be happy for a long time. As soon as you get all your memories back,â he takes her hand in his, and she doesnât pull away. And he feels cold.Â
Cold like the arm wrapped around her neck the previous night.Â
Her eyes go wide,âJimin . . . what happened last night? Is what I remember true? Or at least what I think I remember?â
âYouâll have to specify a bit, princess.â
âThat man bit my neck and drank my blood. He called me a human,â he begins to open his mouth, but then closes it again. Y/n begins to shake slightly,âPlease donât lie to me, Jimin. With all these new memories and what happened at the club last night- oh god,â her hand flies to cover her mouth,
âWhat is it?â Jimin leans closer, trying to figure out what has her so startled.Â
âMina,â tears well up in Y/nâs eyes,âI never texted her to make sure she got out, oh god- whereâs my phone?âÂ
Jimin points in the direction of the nightstand and sheâs up in a second, dashing to grab her device.
She picks it up with shaky hands, clicking on Minaâs contact.Â
âPick up, pick up, pick up!âÂ
Ring.Â
Ring.Â
Ring.
âY/n? Where the hell are you? Did you get out of the club? Are you okay?â the biggest sigh of relief leaves her mouth, smiling in revelation that her friend is okay.
âYes, Iâm fine. I met an old friend at the club last night and he helped me get out. Iâm so glad youâre safe,â Y/n walks over and sits across from Jimin as she continues her conversation, not quite wanting him to leave yet.
âYeah, no shit. What was that? I knew some high profile people clubbed there but holy fuck.â
âI donât know, the guys with the guns were,â y/n spots Jiminâs apprehensive gaze, causing her to end her sentence. âMina, Iâll see you soon. I have to, uh, take care of something.â
âUm, alright. Love you, I guess Iâll see you later.â
She hangs up, looking back at the male across from her,âThey were looking for you. Why were they looking for you? And he said you had a morality code against harming innocent humans? What the hell does that mean?â
He stays silent for a moment, contemplating.
âI think you need to see-â
âNamjoon. He can help, right?â Y/n cuts him off. âThatâs what my few memories of you tell me, anyway.âÂ
âYou would be correct, princess. Iâm sure you have a lot of questions, and he is much better at explaining than the rest of us when it comes to this situation, as weâve learned,â he sends a small smile, standing up and extending a hand out to her.Â
She takes it, pulling herself up, and unexpectedly close to Jiminâs face. On instinct, she gives him a kiss on the cheek.
âThank you. For getting me out of there. Iâm not really sure why you seem to care for me so much, though Iâm sure itâll come back to me eventually.â Y/n does a double take at her own words, taken aback at the formalness of them. âThat was weird.â
Jimin just chuckles slightly, making her eyeball him.Â
âWait, you said you guys learned that heâs the best at it. Does that mean-â
He grabs her by the shoulders and steers her toward the door,âAh ah ah, save your questions for Joonie. I am not qualified,â this time, y/n is the one to laugh.Â
***Â
âA vampire. You are telling me that a-âÂ
âYes, love. A vampire. As we have told you before-â
âA fucking vampire. Youâve gotta be shitting me,â Y/n huffs and crosses her arms, leaning back into the chair. âThe audacity! Just drinking my blood like that.â
The boys and Y/n are all currently sat in the living room, trying to answer all the questions they can. They havenât got very far.Â
âWell, she hasnât changed,â Yoongi remarks and the others stifle a laugh.Â
She suddenly stands up,âAnd another thing!â
âOh, here we go again,â Tae leans his face into his hands,âYouâd think after doing this like, four times sheâd remember quicker.â
Y/nâs head snaps to his direction,âListen, Tae-Tae! My brain is in fact a brain, not a computer. It needs time. It doesnât just instantly download all of my past memories and feelings.â
The room goes silent for a moment, and Y/n is washed with confusion upon their silence. She raises an eyebrow at them, beckoning an explanation.
âYou called me Tae-Tae.â Y/nâs face drops at Taehyungâs reminencint expression,âYou used to call me that all the time.â
Namjoonâs voice suddenly grabs all of the attention in the room,âY/n, thereâs something else you should know and that might help in regaining your lost memories from all of your past lives.â
âWait, let me guess. All of you are also vampires.â Y/n giggles a little, but is stunned when met with another round of silence. âNo way, I was right?âÂ
âYes, but thereâs something else . . . â Namjoon trails off.
âWell?â Y/n crosses her arms once again.
Namjoon hesitates, but Yoongi doesnât.
âYou were one too, babygirl. A long time ago,â yoongi smiles slightly, hoping to put you at ease.
Although his smile is charming, it does nothing to stop a third wave of memories from entering your brain for a third time since the morning.Â
Y/n collapses once again, and the boys are surrounding her in a flash.
âDonât interfere,â Namjoon warns,âIt could interrupt the process.â
Y/n is on her back, gasping as the most painful wave of memories sheâs had yet plant themselves in her mind.Â
âItâs so hot, why is it so hot?â Her eyes are clenched shut, no longer aware of her current surroundings,âWhere are they? Why arenât they here? Iâll find you all again, I promise, I swear!â
âTake me, but please donât take them. Please.âÂ
Although the boys have seen this many times, each time hits them just as hard. Theyâre leaning on each other for support, tears flowing freely from some of their eyes.Â
Y/n goes completely still, her face serene as she loses consciousness for a mere moment.Â
The boys fall silent as they wait for her to open her eyes once again.
Jin sighs,âHow long?â
âNot sure, could be-â
Namjoonâs sentence never leaves his mouth as Y/n wakes up once more, moving quickly into a sitting position.
She looks around slowly, carefully taking in the boys, as if for the first time. âPlease donât let me die this time. I donât think I can do it again.âÂ
A few tears leave her eyes, and sadness takes hold in the boyâs hearts for a moment.Â
âPrincess, we never meant to let you die so many times. It hurt so much. We always get scared we wonât find you again,â jiminâs lip quivers as he speaks, pain striking in his chest. âWeâll try so hard this time around, I promise.âÂ
Y/n nods,âYou have to turn me, right? To make sure the natural deaths of a human canât happen to me, right?âÂ
Hoseok chuckles through his tears,âthis happens every time, sweet girl. You remember us but you havenât made any new memories yet in this life. You still donât quite know us.â
âYouâre right, Iâm sorry. Itâs just all those memories brought emotions with them and it feels like Iâve known you forever . . . â
A hand suddenly comes up and cups Y/nâs cheek, and she looks up to face Jungkook. âItâs because you have, my love.âÂ
This brings instant warmth to her heart and her face, causing her to hide in Jungkookâs shoulder.
âYou always try and make me blush for no reason, Kookie. Think you could stop doing that this time around?â the otherâs laugh at her antics.Â
Y/n feels Kook shaking his head,ânot in a million years, love.â
âWell, fuck.â
They all break out in obnoxious laughter at her jab at their abnormally long lifespans, silently hoping that this would be the last time they would have to go through this again.
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Seize the Day - Newsie!Bucky x Journalist!Reader - Chapter Four
Summary: The Newsie Strike of 1899 made the world stand still for two weeks. For one kid and his bum-legged best friend, it meant The World was watching and they needed to make a difference. Based on Disneyâs Newsies.
Warnings: Disabled character, violence, fluff (itâs a lot there at the end)
Word Count: 2028
A/N: Holy shit, so sorry everyone. Didnât mean to leave yâall high and dry for two months. But here we go, chapter four and letâs hope I donât wait another two months for chapter five. But I might be moving soon, so no promises.Â
PROLOGUE//CHAPTER ONE//CHAPTER TWO//CHAPTER THREE//MASTERLIST
As you got back to your home, you sighed and ran your fingers through your hair. As hectic as this day had been, it had been the best day of your journalism career so far. Not only did you have a lead to the greatest strike in history possibly happening the following day, but you were promised a front-page story if this rally went well. Write it good, he had said.
âWrite it good,â you repeated yourself in a deep tone, chuckling to yourself about the lame imitation of Buckyâs voice. You then sighed as you plopped down in front of your typewriter. âWrite it good or else itâs back to wheezing your way through the flower show. No pressure.â
You then cracked your knuckles, craning your head back and forth before focusing on the device in front of you. After a few moments of pondering, you began to type. ââNewsies stop The Worldâ,â you paused, thinking over what you had just written. âA little hyperbole never hurt anybody. âWith all eyes fixed on the trolley strike, thereâs another battle brewing in the cityâ.â
You stopped dead in the middle of your typing, groaning to yourself as you ripped the page from the typewriter. âNow if only I could write something good about it. Câmon, Y/N! Those boys are counting on youâŚoh, those poor boys. This is big, lady, donât screw it up. This is not some little vaudeville Iâm reviewing.â
You thought to yourself, leaning back into your chair as you tried to think of words to string together to make a coherent, yet interesting story. Poor little kids versus rich, greedy sourpusses. Huh. Itâs a cinch. It could practically write itself.
âAnd letâs pray it does,â you murmured as you continued to type, rip, think, and type again. Were you insane? This is what youâve been waiting for. Well, that, plus the screaming of ten angry editors. You laughed to yourself as you remembered their reactions to the news of you joining the newspaper crew as a journalist as opposed to a receptionist.
âA girl?â
âItâs a girl!â
âHow the hell?â
âIs that even legal?â
Not only that, thereâs a story behind the story. Thousands of children, exploited, and invisible. The only way for this to get better was for someone speak up, take a stand, and have someone write about it. That someone being you. You sat up, shaking your head to yourself before going back to writing.
ââThe modern-day David is poised to take on the rich and powerful Goliath with the swagger of one twice his age, armed with nothing more than a few nuggets of truth. Bucky Barnes stands ready to face the behemoth Pierceâ,â you finished, sitting back in your chair and grinning at your work once the typewriter dinged, indicating it was ready to be pushed and another line written. âNow thatâs how you turn a boy into a legend.â
Now to put Bucky into words to make him sound larger than life. Picture a handsomely, heroically, charismatic, plain-spoken, know-nothing, skirt-chasing, cocky, little son-of-a â no, that was a little too praising. In order to get a raise and a promotion, one has to lie down with dogs. So, heâs a flirt. A complete egomaniac, in fact. Well, facing the facts of the matter, heâs also the face of the strike.
âWhat a face.â
Why you had said that aloud baffled even you, but his face could save you all from sinking in the ocean. Shaking your head to clear your mind of that Cupid reincarnate, you tried to think of anything else you could fill your piece with. Like someone had once said, power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely, meaning that as someoneâs power increases, their morality decreases.
âIâm a genius.â
Just look around at the world your generation was inheriting. It was a flaming garbage can under the Brooklyn Bridge. But, on the brighter side, think of the one you could create. As you had written on the page in front of you, it was David and Goliath. Do or die. The fight was on for the rights of the working class, child labourers, and everyone in between. Nothing happens if you just give in, and it canât be any worse than how itâs been. So, whatever happened, you had to set the ball rolling. You grinned to yourself, cracking your knuckles once more before typing faster than you had ever typed a piece in your short life. This was going to be one for the history books.
 Bucky paced nervously in front of the Worldâs gates. Earlier that morning, he had sent his fellas out to ask different neighbourhoods to join in the strike. He had somehow convinced Scott Lang, a kid from the Bronx, to go over to Brooklyn. He was a funny kid, had wits to spare, and always seemed to convince Rumlow and Zemo to give him papes for five cents cheaper. If anyone were to convince Pietro to join in the cause, it was him. One by one, newsies returned with the same news. Every neighbourhood of newsies were onboard with the cause, but only agreed to join if Brooklyn gave the go-ahead. Bucky looked around for Lang, sighing when he heard the twin doofuses unlock the gates. Finally, when the others began filing into Newsie Square, Scott came running up.
âOkay, soâŚâ he began, wringing his hands together. âBrooklynâs in if we show âem that we serious. They wanna see how we act today.â
âFor Chrissake,â Bucky murmured, looking between the newsies and Sam, who gave him a look. Every newsie was beginning to doubt their cause, wanting to perhaps wait a few days, or give up completely. The look Sam gave was for Bucky to do something.
âHey, hey!â Bucky yelled out, calling every newsie in the Square to gather around them. âWe canât back down now, aâight, no matter who doesnât show. You like it or not, now is when we take a stand.â
âHowâs about we jusâ donât show up for work?â Clint then asked.
âNo, stupid, thatâs jusâ what they want!â Bucky replied. âThey can jusâ replace us! They need to see us stand our ground. Sam, you tell âem, câmon. They ainât gonna listen to me.â
Sam sighed, looking to Steve, who just shrugged. He then turned back to the crew, looking over each one of them. âCarpe diem.â
One by one, each boy got the most confused look on their faces. Sam shook his head, forgetting that few to none of these boys received the education that he had. âIt means âseize the dayâ,â he clarified, making the boys now nod in understanding. âWe do what we have to do. Even if itâs just us, we have to go through with our plans. If we back down now, or at all after we start, theyâll never take us seriously ever again. Minute by minute, thatâs how weâll win it.â
He then looked back to Steve, noticing what he had draped on his crutch. Some time during the previous night or that morning, he had found a piece of scrap cloth and had written on it with a piece of coal, STRIKE. He smiled, looking at a small gesture of the much bigger picture. The paper bell then began to ring, Tony Stark exiting the adjacent building to the Square to begin his shift on paper duty.
âAlright, none of the strike business. Step up and get your papers or youâll be removed for trespassing,â he spoke to the awaiting boys, getting right down to business and letting Rumlow and Zemo take control if these boys got rowdy. Three completely unfamiliar boys stepped up, pushing past the newsies to gather papers.
âHey, who the hell are these guys, ey?â Bucky called out to the three higher powers standing across the courtyard to them. âYou pay them extra cash to sell papes for ya? Well, that just ainât right. We been out here for days, months, years, slavinâ away for yaâs when we couldâa been goinâ to school or playinâ! But no, we havtâa support ourselves âcause no one else is gonna! All we ask for is a square deal. Fellas,â he spoke to the three unknown boys now. âDrop ya papes. For the sake of all the kids in every sweatshop, factory, and slaughterhouse in this city. I beg of yaâs, join the strike.â
One boy walked right up to Bucky, looking like he was about to throw punches, but with one look back to the two other boys, he threw his papers down. âIâm with ya!â
One by one, each boy was persuaded to throw down their papes and join the Manhattan Newsies in their cause by the boy before them. With their numbers now grown by three, their rally in the Square fully commenced by tipping over the paper cart and scattering papers absolutely everywhere. Rumlow, Zemo, and Stark hurried into the World building.
You finally rounded the corner, seeing the boys throwing papers every which way. Following you was your closest buddy, a man by the name of Phil Coulson, who was the photographer for the Sun. He snapped a picture of the scene in front of you two, of all the boys standing in front of the stack of papers and throwing other papers into the air. That was front page material for sure. Bucky then noticed you, grinning and spinning you in a hug amongst the falling papers. Before any of you could celebrate further, you heard the familiar call of a police whistle. Amongst the officers were workers of the Refuge, lead by Snyder, and every boy began scattering in order to avoid arrest and time in the Refuge. Newsies began using stacks of newspapers as weapons against the advancing officers, Bucky obviously leading the charge. He immediately grabbed you by the arms, leading you away from the action so you wouldnât be hurt or arrested for simply being there.
He hurried you to a tight spot in between two buildings, making sure you were hidden from plain sight. âStay here, aâight?â
You nodded as he hurried back off to find Steve. Sam had picked up Peter Parker, shoving him into a barrel and pushing his head down so he too was hidden. Bucky was soon chased by two police officers but evaded them by climbing up a fire escape and pulling the ladder up after him. What he hadnât seen was Rumlow and Zemo grabbing Steve until it was too late. Zemo, wearing brass knuckles, punched Steve so hard against the face that he immediately crumpled to the ground. Even though the crippled kid was obviously not going to fight back, Rumlow grabbed his crutch and began beating the kid with it. Bucky finally noticed Steveâs cries for him, but by the time he was starting to get back down to save him, Snyder had grabbed the badly beaten kid and hauled him off to an awaiting carriage, taking him to the refuge. Thankfully, all others had escaped. You were safe. But his brother was hurt, in pain, and heading to the worst place in New York City. Bucky hopped from the fire escape, starting to chase after the carriage to hopefully save Steve. But from your hiding place, you grabbed his hand and hauled him into the space.
âYouâre wanted man number one, stay here,â you told him quietly while covering his mouth. Bucky was crying, panting, and still calling out for Steve when you had pulled him in. Police were still milling about, trying to catch anyone they could. Once they saw that everyone had run from the scene, they dispersed and left Newsie Square a wreckage of the attempted strike that day. You uncovered Buckyâs mouth once the scene was bare, about to leave your space when he grabbed you. He hugged you close to his chest, burying his face into your neck and letting out one sob after another. You gave him a sad smile, embracing him in return.
Upon your first meeting, you would have never expected Bucky Barnes to have such strong feelings for anyone else. But here he was, sobbing and still calling out for Steve while clinging to you. So you let him.
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