#why can't I write anything under 1000 words?

[5am-mist]

oh my beautiful favorite bella writer, I have come back for more tee hee. would you possibly be open to write something were reader is an interviewer who is interviewing bella, flirting ensues >:33 (also take ur time bby ur work is the best <33)

Interviews

°pairing°> bella ramsey x reader

°summary°> you finally get the chance to interview the bella ramsey (who you may or may not have a huge crush on) but when they start flirting with you, you can't help but flirt back

°requested?°> yuppp!

°cw°> some small use of y/n just thought i would mention that!

~°A/N°~

OMG IM LITERALLY GIGGLING, BLUSHING AND KICKING MY FEET RN YOU'RE TOO GOOD TO ME <33 Thank you for the request and for being so patient with me i really hope this turned out how you wanted also i used she/her pronouns for bella hope thats ok! And im also just gonna apologize cause i know absolutely nothing about flirting and sorry if this isn't that good i haven't been feeling well at all lmaoo. i also made up a network you interview under so i hope thats ok! love youu <33

You were quite a well known interviewer and had developed quite the following. You'd interviewed countless celebrities at this point in your career, some more famous than others (not that it mattered to you all that much) but most of them very sweet.

The interview game was quite competitive or atleast more competitive than most would think. It was always a race to interview the most relevant celebrities. You had never been all that phased though, you enjoyed your job and yes as much as it was important for you to stay relevant you found that it was just as important that you interviewed celebrities you liked.

So that's what you did, but there was one celebrty on your mental list that you haven't interviewed. Bella Ramsey. Bella was with no doubt the celebrty you wanted to interview most, it wasn't that she didn't want to do the interview or that she was to busy no you just hadn't actually reached out to her manager yet.

You thought it was silly honestly. This was something you had wanted to do for ages but everytime you began typing the email you'd overthink and immediately stop yourself all because of the stupid crush you had on Bella.

It wasn't that stupid of a crush, it was totally justified in your mind because i mean who didn't have a crush on her? It made you so fustrated, you wanted to interview her more than anything in the world, why couldn't you just do it?

Here you were sitting infront of your laptop staring at the email you drafted to send to Bella's manager. You must've read it 1000 times, you checked every word for spelling mistakes and made sure your sentances were structured proffenssionly but it still didn't seem right. You were arguing with yourself, half of you saying this was perfect the other saying that it felt like a stranger wrote it.

You ended up scrapping it but this time you were going to do it properly. It was short and sweet and you made sure that it actually sounded like it came from you, even though you weren't 100% happy with it, you decided to send it.

The next morning when you woke up the first thing you did was check your emails and to your surprise, you already recieved a response. Bella wanted to do the interview with you!From there you and her manager discussed the time and date and you also gave her the studios address.

...

The day had finally arrived and you were ecstatic. You were going to finally get to interview the Bella Ramsey. It truly was a dream come true. The morning dragged on far longer than you'd liked but eventually the time came for you to head to the studio.

You were talking with the camera man making sure all was set and ready to go when Bella and her manager walked in. You stood there for far to long trying process that it was actually happening before snapping back to reality and going over to greet them.

Bella was nicer then you could have ever imagined. She was kind and gentle but most importantly she seemed just as happy to be here as you which gave you a sense of comfort. After telling Bella's manager that she could sit just off camera, you two decided to get started.

You waited for the camera man's signal and then began. "Hello welcome back to Zee Network I'm y/n and today im here with Bella Ramsey." you said with a smile on your face. "Hello!" they gave a quick wave and smile to the camera.

"Thank you for joing us today Bella, may i ask what has your experience been with the media lately? With release of the last of us series, you have gotten alot more recognition what is that like?" you were fiddling with the mic in your hands, another thing that you were known for was not reading from a script which normally was fine but today it really wasn't any help.

"I would say I've had a bit of a mixed experience lately. I have received many new fans and loads of support but i have also recieved a significant amount of hate. I try not to let it affect me but every now and again i will read a comment that really cuts deep. I appreciate the recognition i have gained and sometimes we just have to take the good with the bad." she told you, she seemed torn between loooking at the camera or at you but ended up deciding to look at you.

The interview continued on for a few minutes before Bella finally spoke up, "Do i make you nervous?," she had very clearly seen you fidgeting with the mic, you looked at her extremely confused what to say next. Was Bella Ramsey flirting with you? No, you were sure that you were just jumping to crazy conclusions.

"A little bit, I've wanted to do this interview for a while i guess im just a bit nervous to mess things up," you tried laughing it off. "I've also wanted to do this interview for a while, I've seen your work and you seemed like such a cool person now i know i was right,"

She absolutely was flirting with you. Now the way you saw it was you cluld continue the interview like normal and stay 100% professional or you could flirt back. You chose the latter.

You tried to do be smooth about it (trying to avoid the camera man noticing so that you wouldn't get yelled at) but still obvious enough for Bella to notice.

When the interview was over you walked over to the concessions table to grab some water but were called over by the camera man. He scolded you lightly for your behavior this interview but said he'd let it slide one time.

After being scolded by her manager Bella made her way over to you, she said she wanted to apologize but you told her it really wasn't a big deal.

"I meant what i said though, you seem cool and i'd really like to hang out sometime," now it was her turn to be nervous. "like a date?" it was an incredibly bold move but you were willing to take your chances. " yea, like a date." she flashed you a hopeful smile and of course you said yes.

Bella then handed you a small white paper with their number and a small 'can't wait to talk to you' scribbled on with black ink before scurrying off with her manager to the car that was currently waiting for them.

[sharpth1ng]

hey again!! thank you for answering my ask, and for the clarification! i figured you probably had it all sorted out because you're a grown adult and seem to know your stuff but i still said something anyways just in case haha

i should have been more clear with my original ask but i myself still find all this stuff quite confusing so thats my bad sorry 😞 basically it has nothing to do with the labour of printing or if the company publishes it or not, it’s because fan fiction is already grey area, it’s ok when no one is making money off it. as soon as at any point someone makes any money off it, like these printing companies, or commissioning someone on etsy, or even just going somewhere local to get the pages printed, it now becomes illegal - fanworks infringe on the creator's intellectual property and you need a licencing agreement if it's not public domain etc blah blah blah you get it lol

as soon as the word "pay" comes in, it's illegal - you can't pay for anything, even if you are the one that wrote the fanfic (which fucking sucks). but your merch and stuff is completely fine because the references are based on your original writing, like theyre not gonna be like "how dare you sell this tshirt with a bloody B on it thats illegal!!" bcs that whole thing is entirely unique to your work and has no ties to the original property 👍

but thats just my understanding of it, and the specifications of it can get really confusing!! same thing happens with fanart too, technically you aren't allowed to sell fanart - that's why people often only sell it irl at cons to avoid copyright strikes. but then again there is people selling fanart on redbubble and in fanzines etc so like, i honestly don't know how that side of it works as well?? i think its under a different law since it’s a transformative work maybe...??

its all very confusing i wish clarification was more clear 😭 but you sound like you've looked into it and know what you're doing so thats fantastic, and i'm glad to hear. thank you again for answering so quickly i dont mean to be a bother. ur a talented writer and i loved debaser, keep it up 😊

Yeah no problem! I do appreciate the effort to give a heads up. And like to be fair I’ve done my research but I’m not a copyright lawyer or a legal scholar and the law on this stuff is very confusing to me.

In terms of the fanart stuff my understanding is that it is illegal to sell but for the most part fan Artist are too small for copyright holders to go after, it’s just not really a thing that’s done for the most part. There’s even a number of situations where selling fanart led to those artists being directly employed by the copyright holders. I think it’s very rare for fan artists to get sued for copy right and the only examples I know of are from Disney.

For the most part fanart sold is illegal, but it’s similar to torrenting content where its not really enforced so people do it anyways, and often at a pretty large scale. The stuff on red bubble and in fanzines is also illegal as far as I know, it doesn’t count as transformative.

Honestly I think it’s very unlikely that anyone printing my work would get targeted like that, mostly because this fandom is small and I’m even smaller. I only have a little over 1000 followers here and while that’s more followers than I’ve ever had before in my life it’s pretty much microscopic on the internet. Beyond that there’s less than a handful of printed copies as far as I’m aware.

Honeslty I have a lot of issues with copyright law- obviously it needs to apply to things like generative AI which is essentially a very environmentally damaging collage machine, but in terms of fanart and fanfiction I really don’t see how it could be construed as taking away profit from copyright holders.

People for the most part only read my work because they were already into scream, and a number of people have even told me my work got them to watch scream so if anything I’ve created profit for them. Fandom is the reason these original works have the legacy they do, and fanworks are a massive part of that because you can only consume the original content so many times before you get bored.

Beyond that we wouldn’t have some of our most highly acclaimed cultural works if copyright law had existed hundreds of years ago. Like, Shakespeare would have been fucked.

Alright lmao rant over. Tl;dr I’m doing my best to do this all in a legal way, but it’s good for folks to be aware that there may be an issue with the legality of printing my work even if they aren’t paying me. I think it’s unlikely any of you will face repercussions because this fandom is miniscule but if you’re worried maybe don’t post on Tumblr- but feel free to dm me or post in my discord 👍

[julietsbb]

Hi, it's G again. I opened Twitter this morning to escape a nasty meeting to see all the updates. AND IT WAS GLORIOUS!!

You write them so exquisitely. The emotions you conveyed for both of them, especially in trying to resolve their conflict... 1000/10, no notes. The hurt between them was a living breathing thing that made me want to choke. But the communication, the openness, the care, all of the ways they were determined to not let it break them; it was so so beautiful. I died reading the bit where Phuwin is taking off Pond's shirt ( he's so careful with him, like he thinks Pond is a delicate crystal and any wrong move will leave him shattered on the ground). I love the way Pond responded to the whole situation. He had to step in, both to stand up for himself and to stop Phuwin's doom spiral. Not sure if he's even consciously considering the doom spiral aspect though. It just feels like something he would do for someone he loves.

There is so much love and affection in them. I'm not sure if they even realise it themselves. It'll be fun to see where this goes when they are back home and no longer forced to live in the same space. Will the physical space manifest space in their relationship? I can't wait to find out!

I had a nice little laugh about Phuwin's thoughts while looking at Pond. Very 'No Homo' while being anything but. Oh baby Phu, you remind me of my own baby gay moments.

I might have to dig out my old stan account to gush at you on Twitter, but till I do that, I hope it's okay to send you these over here.

Love, G

HI ANON G WELCOME BACK!!! :D

i'm so glad you enjoyed the update!! that was a lot of my sunday LOL

thank you so much for your sweet sweet words and for coming back to me to talk to me about this monster that started on accident...

"It just feels like something he would do for someone he loves." it does anon G, it does T_T

ah yes the going home... it's the next big segment in my notes doc and it's listed in all caps.... i have a couple of different ideas i like that i want to incorporate re: that, specifically.

lolololol you're the third person to point out that moment to me and i'm endlessly amused by it because i really didn't give it that much thought as i wrote it, it just made sense aslfkaldkf

but yes they are but gaybies, hence why they get easily confused and also know nothing, aren't even thinking of what they're doing under the umbrella term of 'kinky' ....i am still very unsure whether to have one of them actually do some research at some point but i guess we'll see 🤷‍♀️

It is MORE than okay, anon G, i am delighted, I am HONOURED, and if you do decide to dust off your twitter, you're more than welcome to say hi and pls introduce yourself as anon G if you do 🙏 Thank you again for your sweet ask and have a lovely morning/evening/timezone, where ever you are! I'm so chuffed I could help you escape a nasty meeting and I hope you survived it okay!

[pajarinwrites]

if we're both bored...

can't believe that the first thing i write and post here is for TBZ, who are, arguably, my newest group. I was so sure it was going to be SVT but, oh well.

I was looking for Sangyeon fan fictions last night to fall asleep and I barely found any I liked and then I was scrolling tiktok this morning and found this video. The rest is history. (i also didn't mean for it to be over 1000 words? the things this man does to me)

➳ "why don't we kiss, 'cuz we're bored" with Sangyeon

➳ wc: 1.1k

➳ fluff, with like, a tiny tiny bit of spicy at the end, nothing too bad. some very short making out and scratchy scratchy on sangyeon's broad back that makes me go feral. this was entirely self-indulgent in case that wasn't already clear

“Aw, shit!” You curse as your screen turns black in front of your eyes. Right in the middle of a particularly good tiktok, too. You manage to engage yourself in the fascinating colour (white) of the ceiling for all of ten seconds before you decide to do something about your predicament.

“Babeeee,” you whine, dropping your arms down by your sides. You hear a low chuckle next to your ear. Your boyfriend is lying next to you on his bed, one arm under your head as he also scrolls mindlessly through social media.

“What do you want?” He asks in a low rasp, eyes still trained on his phone. “My phone is empty!” You say into the silence, watching it stretch for a few seconds before Sangyeon rasps another low reply: “So charge it.”

“How can you be so heartless!” You pant in mock offence, “Then I’d have to get up.” The silence lasts until you feel the need to clarify again, “Do it for me, pleaseee.”

The only reply you earn is another chuckle. “But then I would have to get up, babe.”

“Yeah but you love me so much, you’d gladly do it!”

This finally makes him lock his phone and look over at you. His unstyled hair is falling into his eyes in the most endearing way and the way he’s smiling at you so softly has your stomach doing somersaults.

“Where’s your charger?”

“In my bag,” you grumble.

“The bag you dropped by the entrance way when you came over?” He inquires, eyes narrowing. You nod in shame and bat your eyelashes in a not-entirely-serious attempt at a plea.

“Nah, I’m too lazy.” Under your shocked expression and an offended gasp, Sangyeon turns back to his phone and resumes his video.

You spend all of three second staring at him incredulously before you snatch it out of his hand unto the floor, giving it a soft nudge just strong enough to slide it out of reach.

“Hey!” Your boyfriend yells the second your hands wrap around his screen, but you’re too fast for him to snatch the offending device back from you before it’s halfway across the room.

He looks at you, more in offence than in disbelief. “Brat,” he mumbles and you decide to ignore the memories that word summons inside your head.

“If you’re getting up anyway, you might as well bring me my charger.” You say, the satisfied little smile on your face making your boyfriend roll his eyes.

“Actually,” he says, surprising you once again, “I’m good.” He flops back down next to you, joining you in your thrilling observation of the ceiling (still white). Again it turns out to be you, who caves first.

“Baby?”

“Hmm?” Sangyeon replies in that same low rasp that he’s been speaking in for the past twenty minutes. You are starting to be seriously affected by it.

“Tell me something.” You still say, despite better judgement.

“What do you want me to tell you?”

“I don’t know, anything.”

“I already told you everything earlier during lunch.”

“I’m sure there’s more stories to share.”

He hums a soft ‘no’, making sure you’re slowly starting to feel like you’re talking to the famed ceiling (white, but you spotted a slightly off-colour splotch within the last ten minutes).

“Please! I’m so bored!” You whine again. Sangyeon, still staring at the ceiling is quiet for a beat before asking, “Do you want to watch a movie?”

You ponder it over, “No… We could take a walk in the park?”

“Not in the mood for putting on my disguise today. How about reading?”

“Hmm, no. Not feeling like it. Video games?”

“Not in the mood.”

“Also, all of that would include getting up.” You finally observe, groaning in defeat. You’re about ready to resign yourself to the ceiling when Sangyeon speaks up again.

“You wouldn’t have to be bored, if you hadn’t gotten rid of our only source of entertainment.” He grumbles. You smirk, seeing this as what it is: an opening to get what you want.

“Oh I’m sure we can find some other way of entertaining ourselves.” He looks at you from the corner of his eye inquisitively. You look back, wiggling your eyebrows in a way that makes him laugh.

“I mean, if we’re both bored…”

“… we could kiss?” He finishes your thought, already propping himself up on the arm that rests under you and leaning over.

He cages you in with the other hand, smirking down at you. “I don’t know if you deserve it, though…” he trails off. You roll your eyes. After thirty minutes of speaking to you in his best bedroom voice is not the time for him to start teasing.

“We don’t have to if you don’t want. I was already super engrossed in that one random grey spot on your ceiling, anyway.” You bluff, as if you aren’t dying to grab his shirt and forcefully pull him down for a kiss.

You really should get an Oscar for how convincingly you try to get a glance at the ceiling behind his head when all you can think about is how soft your boyfriend’s lips look. Because Sangyeon’s smug expression changes in a blink, his hand coming to rest on your cheek softly, and he’s moving in close enough to rest his forehead against yours, effectively blocking out any view that isn’t him.

“No,” he says. “I promise kissing me will be a much more fun pastime.” The smirk on his face nearly has you giving in.

But, just for your own amusement, you keep the farce up for a few more second and are rewarded with a whiny ‘babyyy’ by your boyfriend.

“What’s up?” You grin, convinced that at the very latest he’s wise to your antics now.

“Can I kiss you?” He whispers, already nothing but an inch away from your face. You can feel the question on your own lips, and looking up into Sangyeon’s eyes, trained so intently on you finally has you break. Your hands shoot up, grabbing his shirt and pulling him flush against you.

“Please,” you breathe as you sneak your arms around his torso and under his top, softly digging your nails into his shoulders, knowing it’ll drive him wild.

He groans, whether from your tone or your ministrations, you don’t know. But all that matters anyway is the way his lips meet yours and start moving in unison, him nipping at your bottom lip until you grant him access.

His free arm maps the side of your body, caressing your waist and hips, grabbing at you until the both of you have to pull away for air after what feels like only seconds.

“Definitely better than staring at your ceiling all afternoon,” you grin, making your boyfriend laugh.

“Better than any other pastime.”

“Still, sorry for sliding for phone across the room.”

Sangyeon huffs an incredulous sigh. “You could’ve gladly yeeted it across the room full force if this was the outcome.” He mutters before crashing his lips onto yours again.

[bluegalaxygirl]

Hello again 😁!!

I don’t know if this is okay to ask, but would you be comfortable to share something about yourself? I could be anything as long as your comfortable with sharing it and it’s also okay if you don’t feel like answering this. I’d just like to get to know you a bit better since you seems to be such a beautiful person. 😊

Thank you for all your great One Piece stories!! They always make my day and help me get through them. ❤️

Thank you so much for all the love and support you and everyone else have been giving me, i'm happy to talk a bit about myself and I'll put a Trigger warning down bellow when i talk about some stuff. I don't mind talking about it since it was a long time ago and i hope it shows that others aren't alone. Also this is way longer than i thought it would be.

So first off i'm a very creative person i used to write a lot when i was in high school mainly because i have dyslexia (BTW why do they have to make it hard to spell) and it helped me a lot to understand words and spell. I remember when i was 13 i had the reading age of a 5-year old but thanks to one lady, i got up to my own age in reading in two years (Something my primary school refused to do). I do a lot of other creative stuff too like art, cross stitching, card making (I'm currently making Christmas cards for my family this year, its snow globe themed), jewelry making, sticker making and i'm trying to paint figures again. I

I also like to write how i want to be treated or how people should be treated while in a relationship, with love, respect, kindness and understanding. I wasn't treated like that in my past relationships, nothing bad happened and i wasn't abused but there were times when i would have to "Remind" them of my boundaries. That's also a big thing for me plus communication, if there's a problem or something is bothering you then it should be talked about so you can both understand and maybe figure out a solution. I find it funny how i love writing romance and stuff but i can't stand romance movies, i 1000% hate them, i just find them so annoying.

I love making people happy and i believe that if you are kind to others then they will be kind back but i'm also no longer a push over. If i don't like you then i won't talk to you. Family is very important to me but unfortunately there are members of my family that i can't stand for one reason or another and i won't talk to them as much but if i'm in a room with them i'm happy to be kind unless their not.

My favorite flowers are Sunflowers, there just so big and happy and come in different color's and shades. I love anime and playing video games, my favorite is watch dogs 2 but i also love the south park games. I love anything to do with autumn/fall, pumpkins (I love to help my mum make pumpkin soup and pumpkin pie), horror, maple leaves, cozy jumpers and socks, it's also the perfect time to start drinking hot chocolate. :)

TRIGGER WARNING AREA

You don't have to read through this part, its just explaining what iv been through and why i'm ok about writing stuff.

I was bullied all through primary school and all through high school, calling it hell would be an understatement, it didn't matter how nice i was or if i told a teacher it would still continue. I was spat at, called every name under the book, had my hair pulled, got kicked and pushed around and yet the teachers wouldn't do anything. When i was in primary school one of my bullies pushed me off a climbing set and i broke my wrist, she said it was an accident and the teachers believed her. My parents were constantly fighting the school, but they had an excuse for everything and i couldn't be moved form that school since it was way better than any of the others around (I would have gotten treated worse in any other school). In high school i was heavily sexualized by the boys, after years of bullying and getting no where with anyone you end up just shutting down and not saying anything, i went years without telling my parents anything or complaining to a teacher because it would go no where. My parents new something was going on but without me saying anything or any kind of evidence they couldn't confront the school.

When i was 14 i was sexually assaulted by a boy on school grounds (I found out when i was in collage my bullies told him to do it and one of them would sleep with him, and they did), I started talking to my parents again after that, and we got the police involved unfortunately it was my word against his because the bullies who where the only ones around said they didn't say anything (Even though they said to my face that they did and laughed about it) and the cameras in the area didn't work, i still don't know if that was the truth or not. I ended up getting yelled at by the headmistress for getting the police involved and then told me and the boy should sit down and talk about it. My parents went off on her after that and i feel so stupid because when they said they were moving me to another school i told them no. I wish i moved schools but the school i went too was the only one going Photography GCSE's and i wanted to be a photographer and my parents didn't fight me on it. Luckily things got better after that i think my bullies were to focused on getting a good grade than me but it didn't completely stop.

I worked hard though and passed all except one and got into collage where i did Photography for 2 years, i loved it so much and am so proud of myself for getting a very high grade despite falling very ill in the second year and hardly being able to attend classes but the teachers and staff there were amazing and gave me everything i needed. The first year i had some problems, me and the boy who assaulted me went to the same collage and lived in the same town, so we would get the same train i did, i tried to avoid him but i noticed he started sitting or standing close to me on and off the train. The first time i realized he was basically stalking me is when i got to the station and deliberately missed the train i was supposed to get, and he didn't get on when usually he would. The next time i got on the train and then got back off once he was on, and he left the train too. We got the railway police involved, but they said because he hasn't touched me there's nothing they could do, but they did give him a warning. That warning made everything worse though, he started following me to class even when i was with friends, he would stand right in front of me or right behind me if i was standing on the train, he even started to follow me home. Finally, the railway police gave him a restraining order and it all stopped thank gods.

I was too shy back then but after a lot of therapy and learning self defense i became more confident and able to stand up for myself, i still have my moments of going into my shell but i try to fight back with words if i can.

[king-of-knives]

Use of chatgtp is mostly wild to me because I never downloaded it and then I went to college and realized that in the past two years which I spent reading around 400 book, literal and fanfiction and it is books because they're literally novel length, and writing more than a 150 poems, there were people who went from asking Google what is capital of Australia to asking chatgtp what is the capital of Australia AND IT IS WILD BECAUSE THAT ISNT EVEN THE PURPOSE OF CHATGTP......

I was astonished because when we get asked to write 3 syllable words people ask chatgtp instead of Google and End up writing words with wrong number of syllables and its a pity that they got so used to asking chatgtp to answer thier math questions gk questions essays letters, that they forgot what search engine is for, what calculator is for why tf are you asking chatgtp to do avg for you that what people learn in 5th or 6th grade, why do you have to ask an ai to what to message your colleagues, why do you have this amazingly written report under your name when you can't even tell the meaning or pronunciation of 40% of the words which are in it, when you wouldn't be caught dead forming any sentence alike to that irl?

I read so many papers on ai last semester to write my research project and they were SCREAMING AI IS MEANT TO HELP YOU IF YOU USE IT CORRECTLY but nowhere did they say we should ask it to write our papers, they were fuming with AI IS TO BE USED TO MAKE YOUR TEDIOUS TASKS EASIER NOT TO MAKE YOU STOP DOING YOUR WORK IT IS NOT THERE TO MAKE U A USELESS DUMBFUCK

And the end I wrote something along the lines that not using ai might be impossible but if you cannot work without it, AI isn't helping you it is deteriorating your minds progress and if you are relying on AI you'll never get ahead of it and that means we're all going backwards because people before ai were definitely smarter because they never needed it, so remember whatever good thing that can come from AI was/is actually made by humans who didn't need AI and if they didn't you most probably don't either.

I did a group project once and I made a list of what everyone has to search up a paragraph on for the panel, I gave examples I wrote 30-50 words on each topic as a guidance for my group on what kind of things they need to prepare and I did it without internet on spot and i was pissed and disappointed when they pulled up with an AI generated Mashup of every point I had given and literally all 5 of us said the same fucking thing under 5 different topics and I hated every second of it and I've never hated myself more I was more disappointed in myself than in them I wish I had gotten a zero on that assignment because that is what it deserved , and if by lords mercy I can choose to never have a group assignment I will die happily and if I do have to ill eat my foot before I leave it to people who use chatgtp I will write the whole thing if needs be but I cannot for the life in me have a do over like last time my soul died, I wanted to throw my phone and my laptop and smash my head against the wall.

I will die before I use ai for anything, IT CANT EVEN TRANSLATE LIKE SERIOUSLY JUST USE FUCKING GOOGLE TRANSLATE ON A WHOLE SENTENCE OR PARAGRAPH AND ASK SOMEONE WHOS FAMILIAR WITH THE LANGUAGE TO REVIEW IT BECAUSE ITLL BE 100% MORE ACCURATE THAN THAT DUMB AI.

And seriously if you can't write 500-1000 words over a topic by yourself when you've all the knowledge in the world on tips of your finger only if you search for it at the right place, or write a 200 word report on how you did your project??? You need to seriously reconsider how much time you've wasted away in the name of praising AI instead of improving your intelligence

There was a time when my mother used to get angry at me for using goggle to get my answers instead of using books, and now I get angry on my mother for asking chatgtp to make gk questions instead of just asking random gk questions to Google whose answers she doesn't know to make a paper. How i wish my mother would stop telling me to go to the library and went to one herself.

[dont-f-with-moogles]

People Will Talk

People Will Talk (AoT High School AU) Characters: Levi x Hange (Mentioned: Isabel, Petra, Miche and others) Word Count: 1309

This one’s loosely based on the AoT Junior High Manga volume where Hange and Isabel make Levi cookies for his birthday. Here, they're older and the ending is pretty different… Song suggestion: Snowman - Sia

Shingeki High’s frost-glazed grounds lay empty following the mass exodus of its students. With the anticipation of the Christmas holidays hanging upon the air, the chattering crowds had departed early from their afternoon lessons. Only a small number of boarders were left on the site, Levi and Hange among them. The pair had quietly retired to Levi’s dormitory; his rooms not quite reflecting the festive cheer which had been so violently enforced on the rest of the student body. Still, Hange had exerted her own efforts despite Levi’s strict No Tinsel Policy (“it shreds everywhere and clogs up the vacuum!”) She had managed to procure a small Christmas tree which sat beneath the window. Its branches stood bare, apart from a few titan baubles and a small string of fairy lights (stolen, of course, from the giant tree in the school’s reception).

The pair sat with their backs against the sofa and legs curled beneath a low table. Two cups of tea stood upon its surface, steam curling upwards. The television showed a sun setting over a wide plain, marked only by a lone railway track. Within a cramped, open-topped carriage, a group of older adolescents were shown seated uncomfortably next to one another. 

“Why are they all blushing?” Hange wondered aloud, “this whole scene is so awkward, I’m tempted to skip it.” She swung round to Levi, who was regarding the screen in solemn silence. With a click of the remote, the picture paused. 

“Hey, you weren’t even watching! Do I have to rewind it?”

“No…” He had lifted his mug tentatively by the rim but instead placed it back upon the table. “Hange… I need to ask you something that’s been on my mind. It’s about those Birthday Cookies you and Isabel made for me.”

Levi was staring down at his knees. The glow from the fairy lights glinted off Hange’s glasses. “Eh… you know, this is a pretty important episode, so maybe we should watch that first, then-”

“Isabel said that you only helped her to bake the cookies so that you could take half of them to sell?”  

Hange uttered a strangled laugh. She pushed her glass further up her nose, feeling her cheeks warm. 

“D-did she? Well… look, it’s a little more complicated than that…” She opened and closed her mouth as Levi watched her patiently. “The truth is… I’m totally broke, okay? I’ve got Sawney and Bean to feed. And I owe you like 2000 yen towards bills and…”

“Try 16,378 yen…”

“Yeah, like I said, 2000 yen… and besides, you don’t even like birthday presents!”

Levi sighed and leaned forward, his elbows upon his knees. His dark fringe fell into his eyes as he moved. “Right, that’s what I told her. Relax, will you?.”

“Oh… so no harm done then, right?” Hange raised the remote brightly, poised to continue the programme. 

“Yeah… she…” Levi glanced at the doorway, as though expecting Isabel herself to come storming through at any given second. “She just made this weird comment about me taking sides, that’s all.”

“Taking sides…?”

“Yeah. Your side. Said that I keep choosing you over her and Farlan.” Levi shook his head. “She’s been like this since I transferred schools. It’s not like she has a reason to be jealous. Does she?”

“No. I mean they’re your oldest friends…” Hange twirled the remote control in her hands. Levi picked up his tea again but did not drink.

“There’s nothing to be jealous of,” Levi repeated firmly. “Everyone needs to stop making things out of nothing. First Petra, then Isabel…”

“Right!” Hange chimed in, flinging the remote down and stretching back against the sofa legs. “The Petra Incident was unfortunate but then again, she did only ask you to the Summer Festival at the last minute.”

“Exactly. You and I had already made plans…” Despite the steadfastness of his tone, Levi seemed unable to meet Hange’s eye.

“It’s not worth worrying about Levi!” Hange cast out an enthusiastic arm which almost sent her own tea flying. “People will say things. Miche calls us an old married couple all the time and it simply isn’t true!”

“Hah… that’s because you’ve got more chance of marrying Bean,” Levi returned darkly.

“Besides, since when do you care about what others think?” Hange shifted around to face him, her legs tucked beneath her. There came a whistle of breath down Levi’s nose; his eyes narrowed in thought as he lowered his cup.

“People say things because you seem to be everywhere I go,” he said finally. “If you want people to stop getting the wrong idea about us then don’t hang out in my room constantly. Look-” Levi jumped up and lifted one of the giant red socks that Hange had taped onto the television cabinet. “His and hers Christmas stockings? Besides which, your stuff is everywhere-” He gestured to the floor space before his front door which was occupied by a set of biology text books and a jar of titan toenails. “And-” Levi gave a slow blink. “... are you wearing my hoodie?”

“It’s mine,” Hange snapped, pulling the material around her. “Well, I found it in the lab so… it’s probably mine.”

“Hange…” Levi pressed his palm to his forehead, his expression glazed with exasperation. “This isn’t healthy… and I don’t just mean that germ-ridden hoodie.”

“Wait… are you really saying that you want me to go?” It was Hange’s turn to stand. Her voice caught a little as she continued. “I thought we had fun hanging out together. Whoever thinks there’s more going on between us is just being crazy! Ignore them, Levi!”

Levi’s eyes were fixed to the spot of carpet before her feet. “I can’t, because… they’re not crazy at all.”

“Huh?” 

Levi’s shoulders were rigid, fists clenched at his sides. He struck himself on the leg in an effort to get the first syllable of speech to topple out.

“What I’m trying to say is… your eyesight is even more shit that I first realised. As soon as you see titans you get a blind spot for everyone else around you.” He dug his heel into the carpet and cursed softly.

Hange frowned and she weighed his words carefully. Her eyes widened with realistion. “Ah… are you talking about Moblit?” Levi ground his teeth. He made towards the two cups on the low table.

“I’m kidding!” Hange grabbed his upper arm. Levi’s body tensed. “Come on, we had a moment there. Don’t let Moblit ruin it.” 

“M-moment?” 

Hange’s hand trailed down Levi’s arm, sending pinpricks of heat through his shirt.

“…I found your hoodie in the lab because you kept coming by, even though you never enrolled in Biology Club.” Hange took Levi’s hand and squeezed his fingers reassuringly. “See? You’re not so invisible after all. Not to me.”

Levi held her cheek, the heat from his skin sending a flood of colour into Hange’s face. Her hand encircled his wrist.

“Levi-”

“Then look at me… and be sure!” Levi’s breath was on her mouth and neck. “Because I’ve seen you. I’ve listened to your non-stop rambling about titan toenails and secret money-making scams. I’ve seen you bait titans four times your size without flinching. I’ve watched you make shitty tea and decorate my dorm with stolen decorations.”

His fingers were entangled in her hair.

“I’ve seen you obsessed with stupid tv shows and caught you wearing my clothes.” His hand tightened upon her head as he brought her closer. “You’re everywhere, all the time. You never give me a moment of peace, Four Eyes. I can hardly breathe. All I can see is your temper and your recklessness. Your kindness and your beauty.”

“Levi-” 

“So, if everyone else is crazy…” He brought his mouth to her own, so that his words were muffled as they fell into the silence. “Perhaps I’m crazy too.” As he pressed his lips against hers, Levi’s racing heart drowned out the rest of the world in a roar of sound. 

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hello grey! congrats on your new 1000 followers! 🥳 i’m so happy and I really want to join your event! I will be picking no. 80 “waking them up” and no. 85 “late 3 am conversation” ^__^

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Jujutsu Kaisen: Gojo Satoru X Reader

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waking them up & late 3 am conversations

Notes & Warning hurt/comfort, fluff , Word Count: 1.9k

"Hi! Thank you so much for joining! And I love your choice combination, it has been so fun to write about it. Yeyy!" —Grey,

Shattered Perfection

Satoru has nights when his body is begging to sleep but his mind refuses to cooperate. One of the backlashes having a 24/7 voluntary ocular jujutsu governing the process of his brain.

Tonight is one of those, it's already dawn to be exact and he lays awake, eyes opened to the darkness of his sleeping mask. Satoru is torn between leaving the comforts of his soft pillow and go for a run or waking you up to tell him anything interesting until he doze off.

A toss to his left... Pulling the blanket off, he tosses to his right.

He tried counting the adorable ugly stuff toy Principal Yaga has made and counted the times he beat Megumi's ass in the training. Nothing seems to work.

So with great hesitance that doesn't fit the whimsical Gojo Satoru, he reaches for the hem of your pajama sleeve and tugs on it.

"Mochi..."

Tug, tug

You didn't move an inch from your side of the bed. Satoru retracted his fingers, feeling foolish for disturbing your sleep just because he can't sleep. He's not a fucking six-year-old who needs tucking to bed. But if only you would cuddle and scratch his head... 

Scratching the back of his head, he blew out a frustrated breath. Maybe he should go for a run.

"Mochi..." Satoru turned to his side to face your sleeping face. He pulls off his sleeping mask, squinting from the darkness of the room but his perfect vision unveils your sleeping face clear as day to his eyes.

He winces upon seeing the forming dark bags under your eyes. Those are from staying up late for weeks straight to wait on him. These days, Satoru's work piled up, he comes home around late at night or midnight. He feels really happy whenever you come to the genkan, rubbing your eyes and hugging him as a welcome home from the exhausting day, yet at the same time, his heart twinge in guilt for having you stay awake just because of him.

"I can't sleep," he murmured quietly while staring into your face, his hand searches for yours and wrap his callous palm over your dainty ones. "Nobara told me she doesn't understand why someone like you would fall in love with me."

His feisty student has always questioned that for some time now and he never really minded it until now.

The sense of cold and foreboding sentimentality that 3 am brings opens the vault of thoughts that Satoru pushes beside. The urge to talk with you is unbearable, even if he needs to settle talking to your sleeping self, that's okay... He just really needs to tell someone the thoughts that keeps making him mushy and restless.

"You know, I also don't know the answer. Sure I'm handsome," he chuckled sadly. Felt hopeless to talk to a sleeping lady but he'd rather stay right here than go out. "But there are men more handsome than me. Smart... I'm very smart too but that is my knowledge of the Jujutsu. But hey, at least I know all kinds of poison, I'm smart in Science and Physics. You know I suck at Algebra. Then maybe my personality? You always say that my humor always makes you confused about whether to smother me or punch me. But Mochi... I know I have a bad personality that drives everyone crazy. I guess that's part of my charms huh?"

The pad of his thumb brushes your knuckles, and your soft, cold hands contrast with his rough, warm ones. It's when he's all by himself with no work to distract him that these ideas catch up and weigh him down.

"But, I don't really know what made you choose me." Satoru is aware that loving him has larger cons than the pros. He'd never be that superman who can come rushing when you're about to be hit by a truck, he's not the kind of man who can ditch his work because your cramps are unbearable and you need him to stay with you. He's the walking red flag that will bait a sniper to hold the crossfire in your head just for being with him.

There's an infinity between you and him, and he's desperate every time he realizes that one day it will dawn on you that being with him is not worth it... Being with Gojo Satoru is not worth it.

"Mochi, what if I'm not Gojo Satoru... What if I was just a normal man, working in a world where I don't know a single thing about all of these curses and jujutsu..." Do you think it could still be us? Do you think you will fall in love with the other man who has the Six Eyes?

Are you the strongest because you're Gojo Satoru? Or are you Gojo Satoru because you're the strongest? Suguru once asked him, the question that keeps haunting him until now.

What defines Gojo Satoru? What defines the strongest? What defines him, apart from those two things?

"Don't say that," you whispered in a hoarse voice, staring at him with pained eyes, lips quivering as you hold his hand.

You've been listening since the beginning, the moment he tugged your sleeve you were awake. But cannot bring yourself to interrupt Satoru pouring his honesty in midst of the dark and silence. Every softly spoken word broke your heart, and every suck of his heavy breath tore you to pieces as you listen to the thoughts he would never speak of under the bright sun.

You stared into his tired eyes. Brushing his eyelid and cupping his face.

"I love you for being the outspoken man who never backs down from your words. I love you for your confidence that makes me feel, 'I could trust this man with my life.' I love you for being that guy who would sneak a bite from my snack because you simply want to annoy me because you need attention, you overgrown cat. For being the teacher who listens to his students." You move close to him and brought your lips to his forehead.

Satoru's forehead creased, feeling your warmth. Listening to your voice as you speak between the sadness lacing your words. He found himself curling to a fetal position, desperately trying to make himself fit in your petite built.

Tell me... His heart raced against its cage.

"I love you for being strong Satoru. Your confidence, your whims, your childishness, your pretty, and your mess. Every scratches, perfection, and flaws you have, even if it hurts us. Can you understand? That I love you because you are you. So please don't ask or even say such things, Baby. I didn't just love you for being Gojo Satoru or being the strongest sorcerer, the man with Six Eyes. Those are all pieces of being 'you'. And I have loved every piece of your shattered perfection because those are shards that make who you are."

His shattered perfection. Satoru's eyes closed tightly, inhaling your scent, and gripped your hand tightly into his bringing it over his drumming chest where his heart pounds loudly. Can you hear it? He's admitting defeated, no one has ever seen what's beyond him or bothered to tell him. He doesn't need pity or exterior validation or endless praises, but he just needs to know that someone sees him.

That beyond the strongest, lies a shattered perfection. A man who has lost, grieved and been brought down to his knees. Beyond his infinity, lies a part of Satoru, human, full of scars and broken pieces.

"If... What if I wasn't a sorcerer. Do you think you'll love the 'normal' me?" He whispered.

You pulled him in your hold.

"I don't know. Our decisions land us where we are now. If I didn't think of buying that strawberry shortcake we wouldn't have met, or maybe we would've met at another time. Who knows. Life is a mystery." You inhaled a deep breath and stared at the black-out curtain.

"I can never give you a normal life." Painfully he admitted. "When you get tired of everything going around us, I can't withdraw back in split second. I may not be able to."

"And I don't need you to. I know who you are." You stared into his beautiful eyes. "I would never ask for what you cannot give me."

You push your fingers into the back of his head into the thickness of his white locks, gently scraping your nail against his stiff nape feeling him groan and loosen up. Your other thumb draws circles on his shoulders traveling to the spine of his back. You lightly chuckled hearing small purrs of satisfaction from Satoru.

"There's no such thing as 'normal life' Satoru. You could have the Six Eyes and be a good-for-nothing asshole who only eats, sleep, and again. Or be just like you are now, the Gojo-sensei your students bash around but still trust for being a man they can rely on. All your decisions lead to where you are right now. I cannot see a 'normal Satoru' that you keep talking about."

3 am must be the trigger, for the unspoken words to unfold so gently and soft in the confines of this four corner bedroom. Gently you stroke his head, watching his eyelids starting to get heavier. You pulled the blanket up to his waist and rested your cheek against his head.

"I do not know those 'Satoru' you're talking about, I only know you. There's a big difference to that. So don't... Stop comparing yourself to a man who doesn't exist. You're more than enough." Kissing the bridge of his nose, you nuzzle his cheek and smiled into his half-lidded eyes.

Satoru's heart basks in the tenderness you provide his weary being. His arms found the spaces of your hips, resting there while his ears press against your chest, listening to your heart.

It's crazy how he thinks love is the most twisted curse, yet here he is in wonder as he listens how your heart beats so loudly for him and how his heart is yours. To think how a single word from you could break him apart and yet he's willing to entrust every piece of him to you without hesitance.

"I love you too, more than you could imagine Mochi," Satoru snuggled into you, burying his head in the crook of your neck. "I love you more than my snacks and glasses," his slurred, low voice and hot breathing kiss your neck as he slowly starts to fall into sleep in the comfort of your arms.

"I feel touched," you resist the urge of pinching his nose. Slipping into the cold 3 am spooning each other you can't help but look forward to future like this.

Yeah, there's so much more to talk about, words that stay hidden in the sunny days spill silently in the comfort of cold darkness and gentle whispers.

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Make it a Challenge

Word count: 2,400

Pairing: Clint x reader and Kate (platonic mentor relationship)

Reader pronouns: none used (gender neutral)

Warnings: mild cursing

After Skill of a Valkyrie Part 2 came out to 13k words, I'm planning on making the next few prompts more drabble-ish length (I say 'ish' because I can't seem to write anything under 1000 words 😂). Less backstory, more just diving right into the prompt request. Hopefully this will be helpful for you readers out there with less time on your hands compared to reading through my 10k plus novellas 😅😅

This Prompt was for a mentor-mentee relationship between Clint and reader. Featuring Kate Bishop also!

"You think you got it this time?"

"Yeah, yeah I've got it."

You raised your bow up to shoulder height as you'd practiced dozens of times today. Arrow docked in place. String taut. Arm straight. Feet apart.

"How's this?" you asked, glancing to your mentor. Clint pinched his chin between his thumb and index finger for a moment, scrutinizing your stance. "What's wrong - having trouble finding fault this time?"

"Your elbow is pointed up again," Clint stated flatly, stepping closer so he could gently press down on your elbow with his palm. You scoffed. "Hey - you can be annoyed with me all you want, but you won't hit the target with that elbow all crooked like that."

"I can't help it - that's the direction it wants to go!"

Clint laughed warmly, lowering your elbow once again as it tilted upward seemingly of its own accord. "Here - I'll hold it in place, and you shoot."

You took in a slow, steady breath through your nose and held it, locking your gaze on the target fifteen feet away from where you stood. A slight breeze caressed your cheek, but nothing gusty enough to alter the course of your arrow. Tightening your grip on the bow, you released the string and arrow simultaneously with your breath.

Thwap.

"See? That's better than last time," Clint encouraged.

"Yeah but it's still only hitting the edge of the target," you argued with a groan. "I'm not convinced your methods work for me."

"Hitting the edge of the target is better than completely missing the target by a few feet, don't you think?"

You shoved his shoulder playfully at his teasing tone. "Yeah, yeah. I'm still not convinced."

"How about you watch Kate shoot one next, and you tell me if her elbow is all stuck up in the air like a chicken wing?" Clint called after you as you stalked across the yard to retrieve your arrow. You made a rude gesture at him without even turning around, grinning to yourself when he balked at you. "Oh, aren't you the mature one?"

"What, like you've never done it before?" You spun on your heel to walk backwards, throwing an impish grin his way. He responded by mimicking your rude gesture in return. "Point proven."

"Hey Kate! Why don't you come over here and show us how it's done, hmm?" Clint called across the yard toward the front porch. "I'm getting tired of the whining!"

"Hey!" you hollered, feigning insult. Kate glanced up from the book she was reading to Nate, grinning at the banter between the pair of you.

"You think you'll get less whining with me? Wow. You must be losing your memory, old man," she called in response as she handed Nate the book and rose from her seat.

"You know... I think you're having a bad influence on her," Clint griped as you returned to his side with your arrow in hand.

"But it's so easy to get under your skin!" you countered, sheathing the arrow in your quiver. "How could we not find enjoyment in irritating you when you get to tease us all the time for our form?"

"Uh, yeah. I think it's only fair we get to pick on you sometimes too," Kate concurred as she approached the pair of you. Clint rolled his eyes, clearly attempting to suppress an endeared grin.

"Alright, enough chit-chat. Kate - show us your shooting stance."

Kate hoisted her bow off her shoulder and raised it in one smooth, sweeping motion, docking an arrow. She pulled the string back and held it in place, allowing the two of you to observe her form. Clint immediately gestured to her notably straight elbow, shooting you an 'I-told-you-so' look.

"See? No crooked elbows here," he emphasized.

"Yeah? Well... Kate's shorter than me. It makes sense."

"Whahat?? No, that doesn't make sense at all!" Clint laughed. "Alright, Kate - take the shot."

Kate released the arrow and let it sail toward the target, burying itself straight in the center of the bullseye. You sighed in frustration. She turned to offer you an encouraging smile.

"Don't worry - I've been training since I was a little kid," she reminded you. "We've both got a lot of years on you in archery experience. You'll get there." Your expression softened at her words of wisdom. Satisfied, she turned and shot Clint a cocky grin. "Honestly, Hawkeye - you've really got to make this a challenge for me someday. It really isn't fair that we're both training on the same target with such a gap in experience."

"Last I checked, I wasn't training you today," Clint bantered. "You were here to help mentor. And keep Nate out of shooting range."

"He's fine, he's hanging out on the porch," she assured, gesturing to the young boy where he sat reading the book she'd left with him. "You never give me a challenge even when you are mentoring me! Make a smaller target, let me play with trick arrows... something!"

Clint pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek. "You want a challenge? I'll give you a challenge. Go on and line up your shot."

Kate shot him a confused look, nevertheless sliding an arrow from her quiver and docking it in her bow once again. She turned to look at Clint with an exasperated expression. "How is this a challenge?"

"Just focus on the target. I'll tell you when to shoot." Clint sidled up behind Kate as she returned her attention to the target, reaching around her to cover her eyes with his hands. She yelped in surprise, lowering her bow. "You wanted a challenge!"

"Yeah, but warn me next time you're gonna blindfold me with your sweaty hands, alright??" She repositioned her bow, this time not flinching when Clint blocked her vision. "This isn't a challenge," she boasted, releasing the arrow and striking the target mere millimeters from the previous arrow in the center.

"Oh you want a harder one? Go ahead, I'll come up with something."

Kate scoffed. "Yeah, alright. Whatever you say." She realigned her shot with a fresh arrow, rolling her eyes with a bored expression. As she prepared to shoot, Clint placed his palm on the crown of her head and mussed her hair. She whined as her arrow sailed, still striking its target despite the added distraction. "Don't mess with my hair! Ugh, you're a child!"

"Thought I was an 'old man' a few minutes ago?" he retorted with a teasing lilt.

"You're a childish old man, clearly," you chimed in in Kate's defense. Clint shot you a half-hearted glare.

"You'd better watch yourself, you're still not done training for today. I can make your life miserable too."

"You wouldn't try to blindfold me, you know I wouldn't hit the target," you argued. "I can barely hit it with my eyes open."

Kate removed another arrow from her quiver, holding it up with a challenging stance toward Clint. "Well? You gonna make this actually hard? Or are you giving up?"

"Just turn around and shoot the damn arrow," he groaned. She raised her bow once again, lining up her shot. Swiftly, Clint stepped up behind her and prodded her sides with his index fingers. "Ha-hehey!" she yelped, doubling over slightly and lowering her bow.

"How's this for 'childish' hmm?" He continued to poke and prod at her sides at random, much like a younger brother might do to their older sibling. Kate giggled, twisting to avoid his ticklish pokes. "Are you giving up now, Kate?"

"Noho! Just - ack - juhust stop tickling me-hee!" she pleaded. He ceased as requested, waiting patiently with his arms folded for her to reposition herself to shoot. "I can totally still hit the target."

"Oh yeah? Even when you're dancing around like that?" he asked facetiously, throwing in a poke to her stomach. She swatted his hand away with a sharp look.

"Just watch me."

Kate eyed Clint warily as she shifted back into her shooting stance. He flashed her a smirk, slowly moving his hand toward her side with wiggling fingers. She bit down on her bottom lip to maintain her focus, releasing the arrow the moment his fingertips connected with her side. Admittedly, the shot was slightly off kilter, but she still managed to hit the very edge of the bullseye.

"HA!" she exclaimed triumphantly, turning to accept a high-five from you. "Nice try, old man!" she added with a smirk in Clint's direction.

"Alright, alright... you win this round," he admitted in defeat, grinning fondly at the two of you. "Don't think I haven't forgotten about you," he added, pointing at you accusingly.

"Me?? On the list of 'unsafe things to do,' I think trying to distract me while shooting an arrow is probably towards the top."

Clint responded by sliding your quiver off your shoulder and tossing it aside, kneeling to dig around in his bag while you protested. He removed an arrow from inside, handing it to you with a haughty smirk.

"Wha- you're gonna make me train with a Nerf arrow??"

"Excuse me - that is not a Nerf arrow," he responded in offense. "It's called a training arrow - I built them to have the same specs as any standard arrow, but with a foam arrowhead for safety."

"You've let me shoot with real arrows since I started - where were you keeping these then?"

Clint shrugged. "I trusted you enough not to shoot anyone's eye out with a real one. And I was right, wasn't I?"

"So how am I supposed to know where I hit the target with this? It'll bounce right off."

"You've still got work to do on your form." He winked cheekily. "When you show me you've perfected your shooting stance, I'll give you the real arrows back."

"My form is just fine."

"Then you should have no problem demonstrating it for me." He motioned toward you in a silent request to demonstrate. You shot him a wary look in return.

"What are you up to?"

"You two wanted a challenge today. And this 'childish old man' is more than happy to bring it."

You let out a huff of air through your nose, pretending to be annoyed rather than hyperaware of where Clint stood behind you as you lifted your bow and docked the foam-tipped arrow. Carefully, you pulled the string back and held your stance, waiting a few moments for his critique.

"Well? How's this?" you asked after the silence lingered a bit too long for your liking.

"Stance is good... shoulders are straight... that damn elbow is really getting you, though." He poked your bent elbow for reference.

"I told you, it just goes that way! I can't help it!"

"Oh no?" Clint reached out and wriggled his fingertips into the exposed space under your arm. With a shriek of protest, you instinctively lowered it to protect the vulnerable spot. "There you go! Keep it just like that."

"You're the wohorst!" you griped, readjusting yourself into a more firm stance. Seconds later, his fingers were dusting underneath your arm once again. "CLIHINT!"

"Keep that elbow down. How many times do I have to tell you?" There was an air of amusement in his tone that made you turn and stick your tongue out at him. "Ah-ah! I said keep it down!"

"Don't- AHARGH!" You lowered both arms as he dug into your uppermost ribs this time, allowing the string of the bow to loosen. "You are insufferable!"

"I'm insufferable??" His hands latched onto your ribs from behind, digging into the crevices without relenting this time. You burst into a fit of laughter, allowing the bow and arrow to fall to the ground beside you as you re-targeted your focus toward blocking the ticklish sensation. "When the kids can't follow simple directions, they get punished - maybe that's what you need."

"CLIHIHINT! Plehease!!" you pleaded helplessly as your knees buckled beneath you. He followed you down as you sank to the ground, fingers darting randomly up and down your sides to keep you squirming.

"You gonna keep that elbow down now?" he urged teasingly.

"YEHEHES! Oh my gohod!" You toppled over sideways as he scribbled into your belly, breathing a sigh of relief when he finally ceased his attack. "I-hi... I feel bahad for your kids, dahamn!"

"Oh, they're not nearly as ticklish as you are," he jested, earning a glare. "Come on - let's shoot one more real one. Show me what you've got."

He held out a hand to help you up, which you accepted. Once on your feet, you scooped up your bow and turned toward the target. Clint placed a regular arrow in your hand.

"No tickling this time - I have a sharp object now," you chastised with a grin.

"Wouldn't dream of it. Now - get into your stance, elbow down, and shoot."

You breathed in and out slowly, refocusing on the target. Carefully, you raised the bow and docked your arrow, this time ensuring your elbow remained level with your shoulder despite how foreign it still felt. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Clint nod with approval.

"Let it fly," he instructed.

It struck dead center.

"Holy hell, that was amazing!!" Kate praised, throwing her arms around you in a congratulatory hug. You were beaming ear to ear as you returned her hug, glancing at Clint over her shoulder. He had a fatherly smile lighting up his face.

"Told you - it was all in that rogue elbow," he boasted.

"Yeah, yeah..." You rolled your eyes, unable to wipe the smile off your face. "All this archery has made me hungry."

"Oh? You cookin'?" Clint teased as he started to head toward the house.

"Nah, I thought Kate could cook."

"Hey! Why should I have to cook?"

"Because you're better at it than he is."

"Don't push your luck," Clint warned, prodding your side and chuckling at your squeak. "I think I'm gonna call you 'mouse' after that noise."

"I'm still gonna call you 'old man' then."

All of you knew very well that Laura would already have dinner on the table for the family plus you and Kate by the time you got inside. She was kind like that. But you'd never pass up an opportunity to banter with your mentor.

[nonokoko13]

Child!reader being adopted by spy x family characters Pt. 2

As I said in the previous part, these adoption headcanons are really specific, including your hypothetical pronouns and name; these two are extra so you can imagine yourself with your name and desired gender. You can ask for less specific headcanons if you want too. Part 1 here

Enjoy!

Sylvia Sherwood

How you met

She carries the responsibility of WISE, she needs to be committed to it. More than ever now that the peace was threatened every day by those who wanted war to arise again

She missed her family, but she overcame it. Just like the HQ she had to be impenetrable

At least, that's what she thought

Because right in front of her there was the question which answers she wanted to hear. A kid.

It would be normal to see one if she wasn't at the HQ

It didn't help no one knew there was a kid there until you spoke up

The camera system didn't record you and there wasn't any entrance to the agency that had been forced. You weren't any employee's kid either

After scolding them and order to search your parents she met you again

"Hello little one. May I ask you how did you get in here?"

You smiled, seeming to have been waiting her to ask

"Because I like to play and explore! And I'm really good at hide and seek"

Sylvia raised an eyebrow. No matter how well someone was good at hiding there was no way you could break into the HQ; it sounded surrealistic

"But how did you find this place?"

"Because it was easy to find"

"Don't you think you could end bad breaking into unknown places?"

"If I don't know what isthis place how I'd know that?"

Fair enough

That conversation wasn't going anywhere, yet she was angrier with the security staff than you. You didn't look worried though

You gave her an idea

"Do you want to play with me?"

Both entered in the nearest police station, she talked with the officers before telling you to count until 1000 while she was going to hide. You started the count facing a wall

She felt bad, but there were some traffickers she had to catch before they made the exchange

She was following their car; everything fine until she believed to see a small hand greeting her from the car's trunk

She returned to the police station to find out that moments later of her departure you disappeared without anyone realizing. She went to the point where the delivery would be made

Outside the abandoned warehouse there was no signal that you were there until she saw you getting out from under the car on the other side

Something caused a shooting that would make the police come and caught her at any moment. The bands kept shooting at each other while you were behind a transport container

"What were you thinking?! I told you to stay with the police!"

"I'm sorry, I counted until I know, then I saw you following the car, so I followed too. But before they caught me I hid in there...I'm sorry..." You pulled out a walkie-talkie

"I got two from the police station. I left one in there so the others thought the guys of that car were betraying them, it should have worked to scape with no bad guys seeing us"

She was impressed. However, there was no time to ask where you learn that from

Analyzing the situation the principal scape was blocked, fortunately they hadn't noticed you yet so–

You pulled her shirt, pointing somewhere else

"Let's get out"

General headcanons

Sylvia was still surprised that your plan of exiting through a rear window she hadn't seen and walk away without hurry could work

She stopped walking to watch you smash the walkie-talkie and take out some matches to burn it

"Now they can't find footprints!"

The police may not get answers about it but she had many questions for you

She lied to you about the HQ, after the shooting her lie was on the floor. Thenceforth Sylvia's not able to tell if you were playing along and keeping her secret or you have no idea what's all about

You thought her name was Handler. When you knew she was called Sylvia Sherwood you pointed your hoody logo and say "S of Super, you're superman–Superwoman!"

That's how she begun to be mistaken with an endearing mother and her son. She was superwoman and you "kid", because you said that's how you were called, along with child, shrimp, demon...

"That's unacceptable". She handed you lists of names to choose, unfortunately no one convinced you

It wasn't until you two went to a jewelry store that you found the name

The casual way you break in HQ when you want still frustrates her, how do you do it?? You don't see big deal though

Fullmetal lady didn't remember how tough was motherhood

Anyone would freak out if they found out about spies. Yet there you are, admiring flying guys in underpants

Sylvia asked you about your family, but you always tell the same: you lived with dad until he left you with a woman that he said was your mom

The Handler found out your father is a repeat offender, currently on a maximum security prison in another country. Both him and the woman without offspring legally

"Please, don't tell me one of his criminal records is jailbreaking"

The informant doubted "Actually, that's the main one"

"..."

The Forgers

Scenario where it's up to both of them to adopt you. To keep Loid's mental sanity safe it will be independent of the timeline where Yor has a kid on her own, feel free to imagine both kids being Anya's siblings at the same time. You can ask me to include that idea if I write more about this

How you met

As I said before Twilight wouldn't adopt anyone due his job, only one kid for Operation Strix and that was Anya. For now Yor didn't want more kids, she loves Anya and that's enough for them

Not for Anya. She wanted a little sibling

All started talking with Becky when Damian mentioned his brother. Back at home she brought the topic and neither Pa or Ma were giving her an answer of where babies come from

That's when she begun to feel like being a sister. Any plan helped her to convince her parents though

Anya remembered something Mr Henderson told them. "If you want something, take it into your own hands"

And she took it too seriously

Next day Anya and Bond disappeared, she was in the dogs park with Yor

While Mrs Forger panicked Anya had returned to the place she met Twilight

As the time passed the Forgers worried more. When they found Anya and Bond at their building's door they felt relieved

Your presence didn't make things better

They asked Anya where she had been and where did you come from. She said she adopted you

Of course Anya wasn't going to say she broke into an orphanage and took you

Loid's scolding made you cry

"Anya, we aren't adopting–"

"If she's not my sister I won't go to school ever again!!"

"Just for a trial period" that's what Loid hoped

General headcanons

Loid thought babies were easy because it's unnecessary (more impossible) communication with a living being that can't talk; after all babies only have basic needs. He was wrong

It would be easier if you could talk. Why are you crying? You have eaten! Are you sad? Cold? You dislike him?

Yor is not better either. Because her parents died when Yuri was a kid Yor didn't have experience with changing diapers, or anything related with babies

She was more scared than Loid to the point she didn't want to hold you. She broke Yuri's ribs with a hug when he was a toddler, what if she kills you with few contact?

In less than 24 hours you already had a crib and all kinds of things a baby would need. However, having three bedrooms and parents sleeping in separate rooms meant all your things ended in Anya's room

You cried at night until they discovered you calmed down when Anya let you a plushie to hug

She can't wait for the day pa and ma share bed to take back her bedroom

The second night Anya had an idea

Ma is scared of being your mom, solution? Leave you in her bed while Yor is asleep imagining that would work

Thanks God Yor doesn't move much when sleeping. On the other hand Yor is a light sleeper due not being used to sleep with someone so she woke up minutes later

She almost jump out of the bed, realizing that would make you cry made her contain. You groaned, did she wake you up? Yor wasn't sure of holding you, instead she laid down again and approached you to her chest

Seeing you so peaceful by her side melted her, thinking about it you looked a bit like her and Loid.. She blushed at the embarrassing thought

Bold of them to not imagine that's why Anya chose you

In the morning Loid discovered what happened and had a little words with Anya during breakfast before she went to school

Yor went to work and he decided to take a day off from his work to spend the morning with you. The Handler said the first days you should see them to recognize faces

Walks with Bond, buying toys, trying to teach you sign language...Normal stuff

Loid is glad you don't do anything but sleep and eat, except your obsession with munching. When you first kissed Yor he found it normal until you munched her cheek and now you do that to everyone; probably you're teething

Yor found it really cute, but you shouldn't go kissing and chewing cheeks. Anya thinks is funny just don't try to chew her hair again please

Another problem came with names. Loid was going through a list of 850 names in alphabetical order, meanings included; Yor didn't take it to the extreme

"Hum, what about Rose? I think it's a cute name, I mean it's both decision and I'm not good with names Loid–"

Welcome to the family Rose

A spy, an assassin, a telepath and... Well, a baby. Seems like a good mix

Yor Briar

As we know Twilight only would adopt for Operation Strix's sake. Yor became mother by marrying Loid, but what if she had already a kid before being Mrs Forger?

Inspired by this post of @say-seira

How you met

Long ago before Twilight adopted the identity of Loid Forger, the Briars moved to a flat in Berlint

While the eldest sibling had recently become an adult Yuri was only a kid, Yor decided to move to the city so he had nearer his school. It was possible due her proper salary as Thorn Princess

This change would make her job easier too. She had a new client which death could pay Yuri's entrance to a good university

There was a politician who negotiated with terrorists, helping them to get into Ostania and providing them with weapons in exchange to gain good propaganda abroad and getting rid of competition

Knowing this was enough to make Yor's blood boil. He deserved to die, she was sure of it

Struggling with the security around him, Yor finally killed the target without leaving trace

The only inconvenience was a bad injury made by a bullet that she received. After removing the bullet the wound got worse

She went to the hospital to avoid an infection. In the waiting room she met a kind lady, Yor swore that she had seen her before

The woman was scared, but Yor reassured her she will wait her

While Yor was attended the girl was taken to another room. As she promised, Yor waited in the hall after her wound was treated; with a buttoned medical gown on because she didn't want to attract more attention due the bandaged wound in sight

Time passed and many people enter and exit from the room, but she didn't. A nurse carrying something mistook her for one of the staff and scolded her for standing there

"Here, take the baby to the nursery"

"Me? But— wait! What about the woman? Is she okay?"

From afar she heard the answer, but before Yor could explain the error the woman had left. She was shocked, how? She seemed fine

Against her will the dark-haired looked at the lump she was holding: rosy cheeks babbling in dreams, you were in peace

Her shock grew when she saw you shared the username that the man she killed had. That's why the woman was familiar: she was the politician's daughter

Yor searched someone who hand the baby when she recognized the doctor that guided the woman to the room, he was talking with a masked nurse

The fact they went to a private place and maintained their voices low made her suspect

"Did you take care of the mother?" the nurse asked

"Yes, they got ahead of us with her father but I think they will pay us anyway. When they found it was a medical negligence we'll be far from here"

Yor understood they were assassins as well, probably paid by a rival. Luckily they hadn't seen her yet

"Heh, do you they will pay more if we got rid of the baby?"

Yor left the hospital with you, unsure of what to do. Did you have more relatives? The widowed politician didn't have more kids, and your mother came alone. What if they wanted to kill the rest of the family?

A small hand grabbed hers, and every fear disappeared. Looking at each other, she knew you were safer with her. Perhaps it was only guilt or sympathy, but she would try

General headcanons

The moment Yuri saw Yor holding you was in disbelief. Yor said she found you in the streets and he believed it

At first he tried to convince her sister to leave you in a orphanage but once scolding was enough to cease

Still disliking you for the first months. It took some time until he saw you like one of his family

Yuri helped, although they had a rough time because you refused to eat Yor's purees. Your endurance might grew up to make you the only person who can eat her food without bleeding but it doesn't mean you like its flavor

She viewed you as a sibling until you were two, being called mom made Yor too happy to correct you. Yuri was just Yuri, you never feel like using formalities with him or addressing "Uncle" everytime you talked

Yor decided to let your belongings, it was better that way. When you were older, and only if you wanted, she would tell you the truth

She's bad with names, Rose was the only name she could think of but you're a boy. Yor's parents loved that Yuri and her had matching names, therefore you would be the sweet addition to it

The only name I could think of is Yuu because it's gender neutral and means "you" sorry

During the first year of your life she didn't try to hide the blood of her clothes from you. Yuri never suspected either and you wouldn't remember it when you grow up

Your lack of childhood amnesia was something she didn't have in count. Not that she knows you know anyway

Yor has been training you since you were able to walk, if she wasn't there when you needed at least you would be ready to defend yourself. Proud to say you're her strong boy

That said, if the assassins that tried to killed you found were you lived it's something you ignore. Being the protective mother Yor is they could be dead by now

Six years later, it was still Yor and you against the world, with Yuri being the only paternal figure you had. Before one day she met a man and everything changed

She said he will help her by accompanying her to a party so Yuri stopped worrying about her. She said it would be one night, and the next morning you woke up with Yor waiting to talk with you

In part she accepted because of you; you passed the Eden exam before knowing you needed a dad for it. That requisite seemed stupid for you, as you reassured her you could go to any other school; now you would be accepted into the best school!

You agreed and started packing. What else you could do? The decision was made before you were asked anyway, and you didn't want to argue with your mom because she was doing it for your future too

Of course it affected you. No matter how nice they were it was a huge change; in one day you had to move to a new place which didn't feel like home and live with strangers who you'll have to share mom with isn't easy

Anya was nervous too, but for different reasons. She was so excited to meet her soon-to-be sibling! For her, who was an orphan last week, having a pa, a ma and a friend to play with was great

Her expectations went down when she read your mind. You didn't think bad of them, but excited wasn't the word to describe your emotional state either

Loid may not be good at understanding children, but it was clear for him you wasn't comfortable. For him would be weirder if you didn't seem affected at all

On the contrary, Yor seemed cool with all of this to you. Even without any idea of how to be a wife or mother for Anya she enjoyed her time as Forger, which confused you a bit

Yor is happier, not only because she didn't have to worry about the SSS or Yuri anymore. They make her happier, it's just matter of time she could fall for Loid and have a baby that was her own, real kid

Being sure Yor loves you and your new family want you to feel welcomed doesn't make disappear the feelings you carry with. Still, if mom is happy you prefer to keep it to yourself and try to maker her smile too

If it wasn't because Yuri hates the idea of her sister hiding her marriage for a year and sympathized your situation he would have laughed at the irony when you told him during your uncle-nephew walk the next day of his meeting with "Loiloi"

He doesn't know they got married before you attended school so he assumed you had been holding it for a long time. He passed his fingers through your hair

"I understand it's difficult, but I'll be for you whenever you need me"

+ Honorable mention to compensate you for the mild ansgt without warning

Daybreak

We don't know much about him but I included this dork for fun

Thinking about "Daybreak" and "parenthood" makes anyone's mind stopped working

Mainly because it's difficult to say which one would be the child

Not "How you met headcanons" because he wouldn't be able to adopt to begin with

From what we saw in chapter 27 he seems to live alone, depending on his amazing spy career to afford pork steak for dinner. So he must not live too good given that after his first mission he was fired

If he had a child, it would be likely because of a previous relationship he had and didn't end well

He didn't adopt you. You're his biological kid, the only not adopted of this gang

Sorry we can't choose our family good luck ig

Not necessarily ended bad, even remaining as friends, your mother took a different path and is happily married with another man

If she knew he wanted to be a spy either thought "it's a joke" or *sigh*

She was who brought money in the relationship, now you live with her and your step-dad but at the beginning you didn't want to

Daybreak talked with you and promised you could visit each other and even live with him when he could afford it

They don't get it

Who would take care of him? The idea of living on his own was frightening to you

Imagine being father and is your kid who worries about whether pops know how to pay taxes without mom

You took after him in terms of appearance. Any signal of intelligence was from your mother

Average smart but surely smarter than him

Probably he thanked God that you were a boy. He will love whatever you are but he was relieved of saving himself of buying female products when you were on that time of the month and guide you through puberty

As much as he says to be a charming man he's not good with women either so

Your name is Sunny. Guess who chose it

Probably you see him more on weekends than during the week

Until you showed him Spy Wars he didn't have no idea that existed such good series

Of course not cooler than the legend he is but Daybreak jokes about how reading that and seeing your cool pops in action would make you half as good spy as he is someday

Quite sad is that your common sense along with the things you see on TV are enough to be better spy material

You try to watch it with him to see if he learns something

Unsure of what you'll be in the future but in the mean time you had fun watching cartoons and liking kids stuff like dinosaurs and skateboard

Current status: Busy with your first year at school and getting him out of trouble

[nelapanela94]

EVENT'S MASTERLIST

⭐ You're safe with me - Only your eyes are made to read Levi's soul, only you can soothe the storm within him. TW: Fluff, a bit of angst. [WC: 1360]

⭐ Much better - While stargazing, ethanol clouds your judgment, and you and Levi end up saying things you might regret later. TW: Fuff. [WC: 1k]

⭐ You know where to find me - TW: Angst, Modern AU [WC: 2.5k]

⭐ Our names carved in the ring - TW: SMUT, MDNI. Soft, mawkish smut Oral(Fem!Receiving). Mentions of abusive relationship. [WC: 6K]

⭐It'd be a waste of good tea - TW: Fluff, depiction of injuries. [WC: 1500K]

⭐ Why do you keep pushing people away? - You had misunderstood him, or so you believed. But you can't no longer avoid him, Levi is impeled to face his own feelings and confess. - TW: Angst, hurt confort [ W.C: 1.2k]

⭐ A weak linger of chocolate - You can't see his face painted on the wall, but not because you hate him; you hate you can't drown the feelings you hold for him. But one day the wrangle is sealed in the tenderness of a kiss. TW: Enemies to lovers, fluff [W.C: 1.3k]

OMG you lovely apple pies!!! Thank you so much for this :') you guys spike the motivación I need to keep writing. This wouldn't be possible without you.

And...

in celebration of this blog reaching 1k followers, I'm holding a milestone event!!! (My very first event, indeed :3) So, from the list below, you'll pick and send me a prompt and I'll give them back in the form of drabbles.

Please, read the guidelines before sending a request.

I only write for Levi Ackerman since he's the only character I feel comfortable writing for;

You may choose maximum 2 prompts from the list, and they can either be from the same category or a mix. (e.g.: 1 + 10 or 42 + 50)

The drabbles will be up to 1000 words, though they could be longer if I'm riding an inspo wave;

You must be 18+ to send a prompt from the S.M.U.T list, and that being the case, I will not answer this kind of requests sent by anons or from ageless blogs.

The event is open until October 4th 2022

FLUFF

"Are you blushing? Disgusting"

"Is he really just a friend?" "Are you jealous?"

“I can't think straight with you!"

"Can I hug you?"

"Dance with me."

"You know I'm not like that."

“You shouldn’t hide that dimple.”

“Because of people like you shampoo bottles come with instructions.”

“Get your filthy hands off me!”

“Sometimes I wonder if you graduated kindergarten.”

“I don’t know whether to hit you or to kiss you.”

"Have you seen my hoodie?"

“I’d build you a palace.”

“I don’t bite. Not too much.”

“What I fear the most is to close my eyes and never see you again.”

“I can’t believe I’m in love with you.”

“Come here.”

“You’re safe with me.”

"Is it a date?" "If you want it to be a date."

“Tell me a story.”

“You’re like a bad case of lice. I can’t get you out of my head.”

“I don’t want us to be that mawkish couple.” “I think we are already.”

“The blankets aren’t just yours!”

“I’m cold.”

“Do you even know how to do laundry?”

“We could go together… I mean, only if you want to.”

“When you're with me you don’t have to pretend.”

"When will you shut up and kiss me?"

ANGST

29. “I don’t know what I’ll do without you.” 30. "I know you still love me." 31. "Not everyone is going to hurt you." 32. "You deserve more." 33. "What do you mean by that?" 34. “Why do you keep pushing people away?”. 35. “No one deserves to be that lonely.” 36. "Don’t go. Don’t you dare leave me.” 37. “You broke my heart and all you can say is ‘I’m sorry’?” 38. “Mom asked about you again.” 39. “There was never an us.” 40. “He/she is using you. You can’t be that blind.” 41. “Make up your mind.” 42. “I’m getting married.” 43. “I thought I could get over you. You just prove me wrong.” 44. "You are more than one night stand."

SMUT

45.“The only way you’re getting off tonight is on my thigh.” 46. “You make a sound and it’s all over.” 47. “You’re not wearing anything under that, are you?” 48. “Can he make you feel this good?” 49. “You deserve no less than this.” 50. “Leave before we wake up regretting this.” 51. “Don’t pull away.” 52. "I didn't know you were so sensitive?" 53. "Don't leave any marks."

Once again, thank you so much!!!!!!🥹

[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

Dear Fucking Diary: Entry the 8th - The Long Weekend

Pairings: Dean x Fem!OFC (Daisy)

Explicit 18 +/Warnings: None. Some kissing and implied smut. Brief mentions of an abusive relationship. Some angst. Lots of fluff.

Word Count: 4,358

DFD: Series Masterlist

Series Summary: I’ve been tasked with writing in this fucking diary like a some teenage girl. It sucks, but who else am I going to talk to about the incredible hottie who lives next door?

Chapter Summary: 8th Entry: Technically this is the 8th, 9th, 10th, 11th, 12th, 13th, and 14th entry. It was a tough weekend okay! But my week is looking up!

A/N:  This series has popped into my head from out of nowhere. It was supposed to be a whole other thing, but then it just morphed into this. (Cause I needed more series to work on! 🙄😄) Hope you like it, I should be releasing a new entry every few days, and I think there will be about 7 or 8 entries 9 or 10 entries 8 entries and an epilogue. The first entry is short and sweet, but most of the others will range between 1000 and 3000 5000 words. Thanks everyone!! 🥰

A/N 2: So, this is the final entry in this series, excluding the epilogue which I will post by the end of the week. I hope you enjoy it and the epilogue to come. It's possible I may write some drabbles about Dean and Daisy in the future. I like them. 😁

The awesome divider at the bottom is created by @talesmaniac89

So, it's Friday night, didn't hear from him all day. But I mean, that's normal, he had to work, I had to work. I JUST saw him this morning. I mean, whatever. It's fine. He'll probably text tomorrow. I'll write again later.

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Saturday night now. I haven't talked to him since he dropped me off at my apartment yesterday morning. It's about ten o'clock. I'm going to bed now.

This is good, though, right? I mean, it's not like I want him to be all clingy or stalker-ish. I had enough of that crap with the previous asshole. So. No. This is good. No clinging, no demanding, no - anything.

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So, I guess I have my answer

I guess I was just stupid

I feel like I'm gonna

I don't want to write about this.

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But shit! Writing here has been really helpful so - what the hell!

It's like two in the morning. I couldn't sleep earlier, so I tried painting. I think I did some decent work actually. This latest painting is all sharp edges and shades of green. I can't imagine why. But I like it.

Anyway, about twenty minutes ago I heard loud banging and voices in the hall, coming from the direction of Dean's apartment. I told myself it was none of my business even as I was quietly opening my door and peeking out.

Dean was leaning against the wall while a tall, gorgeous, leggy blonde used his keys to open the door.

He was dressed nicely, in suit pants and a white dress shirt and tie. But the tie was loosened and his crisp, white, button down was all rumpled and only partially tucked in.

Did the blonde untuck it? I wondered.

Then he threw his arm around her shoulders and he seemed a little tipsy as he leaned in toward her.

"...just so beautiful." I could hear him say in the same awed voice he'd used with me.

He stumbled forward a little and the blonde giggled under his weight and pulled him into the apartment, shutting the door behind them.

And since then I've just been sitting here thinking what a fucking idiot I am.

I mean, mooning over him and telling myself I was in love, and thinking that maybe we had some kind of future.

I mean Jesus Christ, Daisy.

It wasn't like he hid things from me! I knew what kind of "dating life" he enjoyed. He didn't explicitly say,

"This is a one time thing."

because he probably assumed I would figure it out.

But no. Not me. Guy sleeps with me one time, and I get all swoony and romantic, and stupid. I blame you for that a little, DD. You might be making me think I'm an actual teenager again.

Well, in the real, adult world, hot guys fuck you and forget you. Fucking Lois. But she was probably right. Why would he stay with his frumpy, needy neighbor when he could move on to the next hot blonde.

I was a good time. That was it.

I don't wanna write anymore.

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So, he called me yesterday which was Sunday, and texted too. The text just said:

Hey, hope your weekend's going good.

I didn't answer the phone or text back. I don't know what to say. He's probably just trying to ensure things aren't gonna be weird in the hallway from now on.

Or who knows, maybe he couldn't find the next blonde, or redhead, or whatever and just thought, well hell, easy access right next door.

Either way I'm taking off for Dr. Hailey's right away, she's making up our last missed appointment before I start work. I'm gonna tell her about everything and listen to her tell me how stupid it was to rush into something physical with someone.

It's not gonna be fun!

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Well, it definitely wasn't fun, but it was really enlightening. I'm writing quick while I'm on my break at work.

So, basically when I told her about Dean and asked her what she thought, Dr. Hailey said this:

It was your choice to make, whether or not to pursue a sexual relationship with your neighbor, and I can't tell you whether it was a good choice or a bad one. It's not my place.

You're a grown woman and you are the only one who can know your body and your own sexual needs, therefore you have to take responsibility for your actions and decide what they mean for you.

If you feel like the night is a regret, figure out why you feel that way, and don't make the same mistake in the future. If you feel like you are satisfied that it was a good night, a good time with no future, then accept that and move on.

But if you believe that your feelings for him are more than physical, more than what can be explored and enjoyed in one night, then decide whether or not to pursue something further - whether that be an actual relationship, or simply a friends with benefits arrangement.

I couldn't believe my quiet, reserved, has to be in her mid-sixties, therapist actually told me friends with benefits was a viable option. I thought she was gonna be all judgey. Or tell me my choices were made by my hormones alone and were therefore, stupid.

I mean, not in so many words, of course, but you know, whatever that translates to in doctor-speak.

But if I'm being honest, (and I've certainly managed to be that, here in these pages) Dr. Hailey is pretty great, actually.

And completely right.

I need to stop acting like a petulant kid or some kind of woman who's been wronged. Dean didn't promise me anything; he doesn't owe me any kind of loyalty. We made absolutely no declarations of any kind and he's perfectly allowed to go out and bring home as many other women as he chooses.

I'll just invest in noise cancelling headphones. Or move out.

Shit. Okay, truth. It's gonna suck to see him waltzing in and out with all those lucky women.

Because even though he didn't make any promises that I can hold him to, I was so sure that our night together meant something more than just good sex. To both of us. I felt connected to him in a way I had never felt with anyone before.

But I was probably just being naïve.

And I was being a jerk not responding to his text. I mean, he was just trying to be friendly. Or, if he was reaching out to see if I'd be interested in round 2, could I really blame him? Maybe he's thinking about a friends with benefits thing too.

Here's the thing - I definitely want a round 2, but FFS, the first round sent me into three days of pouting and staring at my phone. I don't know if I could manage a friends with benefits thing because...I don't wanna be friends.

Oh shit! Don is scowling at me, my break's over!

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Well, this day ended a hell of a lot better than it started. This might be a long entry, but well...

Okay, so, this evening I came home from work and Dean was standing by his door.

I smiled at him and he smiled back, both of us surprised and awkward.

"Hey." I said, as I moved passed him, walking toward my door.

"Hey, wait." He said and I stopped and faced him God, he looked fantastic. Unsurprisingly. He was wearing black jeans and a gray sweater. He looked so cozy I just wanted to snuggle him.

"I just..." He trailed off and then rubbed the back of his neck. "I called yesterday, I don't know if..."

Before he could finish what he was saying, the same blonde from Saturday night walked out of his apartment.

In spite of all my earlier plans to be totally cool with whatever Dean wanted to do - I was gonna be light and breezy - I felt a white hot jab of jealousy as I looked up into her beautiful face and bright smile.

"Oh, hi." She said, kindly. And I felt myself give an incredibly rigid smile back.

"Hi." I tried to unclench my jaw, but it didn't really work and the word still came out through gritted teeth.

Dean frowned a little and I kicked myself. Jesus, talk about NOT being cool.

I tried harder to unfreeze my smile.

Dean pointed toward me in introduction. "Jess, this is my neighbor Daisy. Daisy, this is my soon to be sister-in-law, Jessica."

His words took a second to penetrate my brain and I just repeated stupidly, "Sister-in-law?"

Dean smiled a little knowingly and nodded. "Yeah, they flew in Friday afternoon to celebrate the engagement. They've been staying with me."

Before he could continue a giant of a man came out of the apartment door carrying one suitcase and wheeling another.

"Jesus Jess," he said to his fiancé, "you should have brought another suitcase for all the crap you bought."

He noticed me then. "Oh, hi!"

Dean did the introductions again. "Sam, this is my neighbor, Daisy." He nodded at Sam. "And Daisy, this is my little brother, Sam."

Sam smiled deeply showing adorable dimples. "Oh, wow! You're Daisy?"

I nodded. "Oh, wow! You're his 'little' brother?" I asked with finger quotes.

They all chuckled.

"Yeah," Sam answered, "I outgrew the shrimp over here by the time I was sixteen."

Dean casually punched his brother in the arm and I winced at the force behind it but Sam just laughed.

"He's still sensitive about it." He smiled and I could see a hint of mischief enter his expression.

"It's so great to finally meet you. You're all we heard about all weekend."

Another, harder punch connected with Sam's arm but he continued without seeming to notice.

"We dragged him out for an impromptu celebration slash karaoke night on Saturday, but he was no fun cause all he kept talking about was his incredibly gorgeous neighbor he'd gone out with the other night."

Dean punched him again and Sam laughed.

Jess laughed gently too and also couldn't seem to stop herself from teasing her brother-in-law-to-be.

"Yes, just hours and hours of, 'You know, Daisy said this and Daisy said that.' and over and over again, 'God, she's so beautiful.' That's all he kept saying, all night." She lowered her voice to an approximation of Dean's deep tone. "Jess, seriously...just so beautiful."

Dean groaned. "Oh, come on, you're just being cruel 'cause you know I won't punch you."

I recognized the words I'd overheard on Saturday night and my heart leapt. He had been talking about me. I couldn't keep the smile from my face. Hell, I knew I was beaming, even if I was also blushing almost as brightly as Dean.

Jess smiled brightly at me and put a hand to her mouth like she was confiding a secret. "He was right, by the way. I think you two make an adorable couple."

Dean spoke loudly without looking at either Sam or Jess. "Okay, well, way you two go! Don't wanna miss your flight home."

They laughed at his none-too-subtle dismissal and Sam pulled him into a hug. Dean hugged him back, thumping him on the back, before turning to give Jess a decidedly gentler hug.

"Safe flight." He said squeezing Jess into his side and slapping Sam on the back again.

I waved to them both. "It was so nice to meet you. Congratulations!"

They waved and said their goodbyes and Dean and I were left standing awkwardly in the hall.

He smiled at me and nodded toward my apartment. "Could I, uh...could I come in for a minute?"

"Yeah." I hurried over to my door and let us both in to my apartment.

As I took off my coat, Dean approached my kitchen table and the painting I'd put there to dry. It was a kind of mountain landscape in a vaguely post-impressionist style.

It was also, all a reaction to him and what I felt about him while I was painting.

"Wow!" He said with genuine appreciation in his voice. "This is beautiful." He noticed the signature at the bottom, a little daisy flower.

His eyes were wide when he looked back at me. "You did this?"

I nodded, half wishing I'd put the thing in the closet with all my others. I'd never let anyone see my work and it felt a little like being naked in front of him again.

I'd painted and drawn when I was a kid and all through high school. But I stopped, writing it off as frivolous and not a viable career.

I'd only taken it up again after I left The Monster behind.

"Wow!" Dean shook his head again as he looked back at the painting, tilting his head.

"It's...I don't know...like something wild. It's almost angry, like the angles of the lines, but it's full of these calm, soothing colors too. That probably doesn't make any sense. It's just a really amazing combination."

I shook my head. "No, it makes sense. Do you know a lot about art?"

He smiled. "I know nothing about art." He said, repeating what I'd said about cars. "But I know it's pretty."

He shook his head. "No, beautiful."

I smiled, accepting his compliment without argument for the first time and congratulating myself on that. Dr. Hailey would be proud.

Thinking about her made me turn to sit on the couch and pat the spot beside me.

Dean walked over and sat down; each of us were turned toward each other, ready to talk.

I decided to dig right in and just go for it.

"So, I saw you and Jess in the hallway on Saturday night and I absolutely thought she was another hook-up and that's why I didn't answer the phone or text you back yesterday."

Dean just nodded and smiled. "Yeah, I figured that might be the case when you almost broke your jaw saying hi to her."

I closed my eyes and shook my head. "Look I'm really sorry about that, it was..."

Dean held up a hand. "No, wait. Can I go first?"

I shrugged and nodded. That was probably best since I still wasn't a hundred percent on what I was going to say to him.

Dean, I would like to be friends. NOPE

Dean, let's just leave the night behind us and go back to being neighbors. Double NOPE!!

Dean, would you be willing to try a friends with benefits arrangement? M'eh! Not really what I'm hoping for.

Oh, but also maybe I don't just wanna be friends, because I think I'm falling hopelessly in love with you and I'd kind of like to get married and have endless sex and lots of babies. You up for that? Fuck - this might be closest to the truth, but it might be a little too much after only one date.

Yeah, I figured it was smarter to let him go first.

"I wanted to call you. All day on Friday. Hell, all weekend. I picked up my phone constantly, I wrote and erased a dozen text messages. I knew I wanted to talk to you, I just had no idea what I wanted to say."

He took a deep breath and rubbed his hand down his face. "So, I don't date. I mean, I never really have. In high school, it was all about taking care of Sam, taking care of everything my Dad was too busy to manage.

I just didn't have time, or money for that matter, to date anyone. So I had a series of hookups, usually with slightly older college girls who weren't interested in anything long term either and were happy to take a goofy, horny teenager and help him learn a trick or two."

His smile turned sexy and I silently thanked those unnamed heroines for their service to the sisterhood. He had learned his lessons well.

"Even after high school finished, it was all about getting Sam into Stanford. I made sure I put in extra hours at the garage, worked two other jobs to try and pay for tutors and SAT prep courses, and to help add to what my Dad managed to squirrel away for Sam's tuition.

Again, I just didn't have time for anything serious or long-term. And by this point, I didn't see the need. I liked what I had."

He shrugged. "The sex was fun, easy, we made each other feel good for the night, occasionally two, but it was never anything more."

He frowned. "Sometimes, I thought about trying for something more, but most of the women I met weren't interested in something more either and I didn't know how to find what I wanted."

He scoffed. "Hell, I didn't even know what that was."

He looked at me and smiled, but there was trepidation in his voice and expression.

"And then I met you." He inched closer to me on the couch and I felt my pulse kick up a notch.

I was a little blown away by what he was saying and it was making me kind of sad for him.

It sounded lonely, like all his efforts and all his work had been for someone else. He hadn't allowed himself to spend any time thinking about what he wanted.

Like, he obviously didn't begrudge Sam his education and was clearly incredibly proud of him. But who was taking care of Dean? Where was his college tuition? Where were his helpers, his champions?

He took my hand in both of his, covering it completely. "I told you I wanted you from the first moment I saw you." He shrugged. "But that I was used to. I knew that feeling. That physical pull. Never this strong, maybe, but I knew how to handle it. Or figured I did, anyway."

He shook his head. "What I wasn't at all prepared for was how interested I became in you after we met for real. You banged on my wall and it was so funny to me, such a badass move - telling your jackass neighbor to shut the fuck up."

I blushed a little and ducked my head, remembering how embarrassed I'd been about that.

"Then I met you and you were this quiet, shy little thing. It was such a contrast and I was just so intrigued. Then we started hanging out and I saw that you were smart and funny, sarcastic, but genuine. You're real and kind and I just..."

He shook his head and chuckled. "I'd never met anyone besides Sam and Bobby that I felt so comfortable with, someone who just...I don't know...just fit."

He caught my gaze and I could see nervousness there. "I don't know, does that make any sense?"

I nodded. "Yes. Perfect sense." I whispered.

A little of the nervousness in his eyes dissipated. "And I didn't really know what to do with that. But it occurred to me that maybe we could actually just be friends. I'd never had many friends and never really any female friends, not close ones anyway.

So, I told myself sex was off the table so we could stay friends." He chuckled. "Except that did not work out the way I'd hoped."

He shifted closer and then pulled me into his lap. I wasn't about to complain.

"Because every time I was near you," he continued, his voice dipping low, "I found myself wanting you more and more, certainly more than anyone that came before you."

He took the opportunity to kiss me gently, mouth closed but warm, and I wasn't complaining about that either.

He placed soft kisses along my jaw before he pulled back; the heat in his gaze made my head fuzzy. I tried hard to focus on what he was saying.

"So, probably inevitably, Thursday night happened and it was so incredible." He closed his eyes and I felt like I was seeing the visions that were flashing behind his eyelids and it caused a riot of butterflies to take flight in my belly.

He opened his eyes and I saw worry mixed in with the heat. "So, all day Friday, I wanted to call you. I wanted to tell you that you were incredible, that I wanted..."

He was silent for a bit and then threw up his hands. "And that's why I never called you, because I had no idea what I wanted. I didn't want just a one night stand, had never wanted that with you, but it had become embarrassingly obvious that I couldn't just be friends with you either. So, what friends with benefits? Maybe, but..."

He stopped and shook his head and shrugged. I was struck by just how similar our thought processes had been over the weekend. We probably should have talked about this stuff before we slept together, or at least the morning after.

But hey, the pain and confusion had created a pretty piece of art. Just looking on the bright side.

"So, here I am," he said and he leaned his forehead against mine, "admitting that I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing. This is all brand new, uncharted territory for me. So, I'm asking for your help in figuring it out."

He cupped my cheek. "And I'm asking what you want."

I laughed. "I have absolutely no idea."

When he frowned at me I shook my head. "I've been having almost the exact same conversation with myself all weekend."

I sighed. "Look, I've dated more than you, sure, but I'm terrible at it. Previous boyfriends include," I started ticking them off on my fingers, "the guy who was dating me so he didn't have to pay rent, the guy who tried to convert me to some kind of cult, and then my...last boyfriend. We were..."

I trailed off and swallowed hard. I had never spoken to anyone outside of Dr. Hailey about my relationship with -

Keith. His name was Keith.

And he was not a monster, he was just a man. A selfish, narcissistic, power-hungry man, who used me to make himself feel strong and in control, and I didn't see the signs until it was too late.

No, that's wrong. I ignored the signs until I thought it was too late.

I never talk about him. I never even name him in my own head. But then I'd never shown anyone my art before either. Today was a day for firsts.

"I got out of a pretty bad relationship about a year ago. He was..."

I trailed off and couldn't think of how to explain him.

Dean's jaw was set and his gaze was intense as he looked at me. "He hurt you."

I shrugged. "Not physically."

"Hurt is hurt."

I nodded. "Yeah, it is. And he did hurt me, tried hard to break me. It took me a really long time to pull myself away from him. We were together about four years. Finally, little over a year ago, I managed to walk away from him, but it wasn't easy. And I'm just starting to remember who I am, what I look like out of his shadow."

I dashed away an unexpected tear and jutted out my chin. "And I like her. I like her a lot."

Dean ran his fingers across my cheekbone and tucked my hair behind my ear. "So do I."

I smiled and nodded. "My point being, that..." I chuckled. "I have no idea what I'm doing either. This is uncharted territory for me too. But..."

I shifted my position so I was straddling his lap and facing him. I had figured out what I wanted and I wasn't going to shy away from it. I heard Dr. Hailey's voice in my head telling me to take ownership of my life.

I still kind of hate that expressions like that are part of my vocabulary now. But hey, truth is truth and it was time for me to own my life.

I took his cheeks in my hands and took a breath. "It's gonna be new for both of us, and there's gonna probably be a learning curve, but I would really like to try. Try to see what comes of us dating. For real dating. Exclusively."

I was momentarily worried that I might be pushing too much too fast, but Dean's face broke into the wide, blinding smile that may end up being the death of me.

"Okay. Okay, yes. Let's do this." He kissed me, laughing, our teeth scraping against each other.

Eventually our laughter died down and the kiss turned carnal, deep. When I reached for the hem of the sweater he was wearing, he stilled my hands and grabbed on to my upper arms fiercely, pulling me close.

"I might be bad at this and I might screw up. But try not to be too mad at me, okay? I promise I'll be trying."

I nodded. "Me too."

His smile was sweet as he bent his head to give me a soft kiss on the forehead, like we were sealing a pact.

Then his smile became wicked and he whispered in my ear. "I also promise that every time I screw up I'll make it up to you in a very effective manner."

I shivered and climbed off his lap, pulling insistently on his arm. "Well, it never hurts to build up some brownie points ahead of time, you know."

He growled and leapt up, chasing my squealing form down my hallway.

That was about five hours ago and we basically didn't leave the bed all evening. Let me tell you that boy has wracked up some serious brownie points.

I'm scared, but so very excited, DD. I can't wait to write about what happens tomorrow and the next day and all the rest of the days.

Things look bright. I mean, really fucking bright.

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A Thousand Year Love ~ Ryomen Sukuna x Kitsune!Reader

Okay, I wrote the Reader's name as "Kitsune", but that's mostly because I envisioned a nine tailed fox without an actual name, that everyone would just call her "Fox" as if she wasn't anyone worth naming, despite her rank.

This is a little fic which explored Sukuna's supposed backstory, 1000 years prior to he action of Jujutsu Kaisen - Idk if it's accurate, I didn't yet read the manga, I still have 6 more episodes from the anime, but I had this idea and I couldn't stop myself from writing about it.

Most of it builds up the bond that very slowly grows between Sukuna and Kitsune, then snaps during a scene somewhere around episode 4 of the anime, when Sukuna takes over Yuji's body, and Yuji can't switch for a while, but with enough altercations that it's not exactly the same as in the said episode.

Hope you enjoy this <3

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"What are we doing here...?" Kitsune asked her parents in a voice that was barely audible as she looked left and right at the huge estate's gardens.

Estate? Rather said, palace, since this place was grandiose - Most likely, even more so than the Emperor's own Palace, the girl thought to herself. Everywhere she looked, cherry, plum and pear trees were in blossom, even though it wasn't their time. Statues and little shrines, along with various small pools with flowers, lanterns and lotuses were scattered as much as her vision would allow her to see. Looking up at the estate, she realised just how small she was in comparison to the intimidating and imposing energies radiating all over the place.

"You are going to meet someone very important, dear." her mother spoke, yet her voice wasn't as gentle as usual, rather, it sounded stiff, on the edge...Almost afraid, maybe? It was foreign for young Kitsune, as she has been confined in her little palace her whole life under the pretext of keeping her safe. But it did exactly the opposite, she believed, considering she itched to explore and go on adventures with each second passing. "Who is it?" she asked as soon as they stepped inside the palace...But it was so dark, save for the red, malicious light from the lanterns and candles lit in just the perfect places so it would guide them to the room they had to go to. "...You will find out soon." her father snapped at her, and she could only frown, her fluffy ears flicking as her tails wrapped protectively around herself. She knew something was wrong, and she had half a mind to believe she was brought there as a sacrifice for some War Deity that would allegedly save them from this era of war...Or something along the lines.

After a longer walk than expected, they found themselves in front of two large, red doors, and without any kind of reticence, Kitsune effortlessly slammed the doors open and saw a dimly lit room with a few stairs and a throne where a man with short, kinda spiky pink hair, garbed in a loose, white kimono was smugly sprawled over that royally embellished chair, while tons of gorgeous women dressed in the most luxurious kimonos, their hair done up with intricate headpieces and flowers that would put any living being to shame...

But what is this about? Kitsune was more confused than anything, and she could only step inside the room, slowly and carefully, before turning to look at her parents, who had a pitiful look in their eyes.

"What is going on?" Kitsune demanded an answer, her voice agitated, her body ready to go into a fight or flight mode, her eyes darting rapidly between her parents and the man on the throne whose name she wasn't interested in finding out. "Well, darling...You see...You had to find you a husband. You are old enough to be married, and you can't stay with us forever. You need to have a family and children. You are the princess of the Fox clan, there is nobody more beautiful than you -..." her mother tried to reason, but the young girl wasn't stupid. She understood what was going on. "No. No. If you want to speak - Then speak the truth. Don't lie to me. This guy is strong, isn't he? Some kind of demonic thing that everyone is afraid off. You are giving me away to this guy...To be his...Thousandth concubine in his harem or something, just because you're too weak to take care of our kin. That's the truth, isn't it? Go on, admit it. Stop trying to sugar coat the situation." her nine tails opened from around her in a large, undulating fan, making her aggression obvious, as fire began to immolate the tips of her fur. "SHUT UP, IMPERTINENT, UNRULY CHILD!" her mother slapped her face, not wanting their benefactor to hear his future concubine speaking so foul of him. "You are a woman, and the princess, nonetheless, and your role is to continue our kin and obey your family and husband. Do not speak unless you are allowed to!" but before her mother could grab her face, Kitsune's tail slapped her hand away, and she stepped back. "I am nobody's toy. I will not obey anyone's orders. Not yours, and not his. I will not be just another concubine for some disgusting, good for nothing lecher with no redeeming quality." the girl snarled at them, ready to make her escape out of there, if needed. "If your sister was alive, she would have sacrificed herself for the greater good of this family! You are nothing more than a selfish brat!" it was her father's time to accuse her, which made her ears perk up, while her tails completely deflated. "Yes, of course, how could I forget. It was me who should have died, not my perfect elder sister. Sorry, but you should curse the Gods, not me for that. But, since it seems that my life is meaningless to you, then I will make you a favour! I will end it myself! I'm sure you'll be happy without me, won't you? Ahh...But how will you save our war-ridden? Too bad I won't be alive to witness your demise, huh?" with a dark chuckle, Kitsune's hand went inside her kimono, taking the small kodachi sword and unsheathing it, hearing only the gasps and shrieks of fright from the harem girls. Kitsune could only guess that these girls were all high-born and unfamiliar to the horrible things happening outside of these walls. "What the hell are you doing, you idiotic child?! Cease this madness at once!" her mother shrieked at her, lounging towards her, trying to stop herself from impaling that blade through her body, and yet...

The second the girl launched her hand down to stab herself...She got stopped. The whole place became instantly silent, save for the sound of a blade bouncing down as it fell on the wooden floor. "Enough." a dark, annoyed voice resounded through the place as Kitsune's wrists were grasped by the man's...Front hands? While her body was immobilized in an embrace by his other two arms. "I was promised a beautiful princess as a concubine, and you failed to do as you promised. Leave, before I get bored and kill you." he threatened the two adult fox people who scurried away in a hurry, leaving behind their only daughter without a second thought. "You, however...Will remain here." he chuckled in her ear, but Kitsune wasn't one to be messed with. Her answer came in the form of lighting up her tails on fire an wrapping them around the man, who hissed and unhanded her, allowing her enough time to go into a corner and get in a fleeing stance. "Why did you stop me? I have no intention of being one of your whores. You should have let me end it right there." she scoffed at the man, who dismissed the bottom pair of arms and laughed. It was almost a psychopathic laugh, she thought, and it made the hair on the back of her neck stand up - Unsure if it was from fright or disgust. "You amuse me, little vixen. Very much, you amuse me. Having a little fox wag her tails around this place, all fired up, would give some sense of fun, wouldn't you say?" his voice was grating her, and she only wanted to sock him in the jaw. "Keep on dreaming. I'm not your toy, and I'm not here for anyone's entertainment. You have enough girls in this place to amuse you. I'll be going now, and even if you chain me, you can't stop me from achieving my freedom." Kitsune growled at him, slamming open the sliding door that would lead into the balcony, from where she could jump the hell away from there. "You proved you value your life even less than your parents do, so chaining you would do nothing. I have never seen a woman as fiery as you. All the ones I have are the same. Meek, soft...Afraid. Boring. They all like the same things, and hate the same things." he groaned pitifully, evidently bored out of his mind. "They hate you, don't they? You want women, but you don't bother treating them right. Can you get even more typically terrible? Pitiful and disgusting, that's what you are. You just want to break people for your entertainment. You are nothing more than a selfish megalomaniac. No wonder you are in need of entertaining, you are thoroughly boring." Kitsune's degrading words, however, didn't seem to phase the man at all - In fact - It made him laugh. Never, in this life, has he heard anything this degrading before - Everyone tried their best to appeal to his benevolent and merciful side - To at least spare their lives. He was stronger than anyone alive, so nobody dared speak up in front of him. It was obvious she had no idea who he was - All the better - He thought. "Ryomen Sukuna, missy, but you can call me your Emperor." that confident laugh was enough to drive Kitsune up the wall with anger as she stomped to his side and actually punched his jaw. It was annoying - The height difference - As he towered over her entirely, but at least she managed to reach where needed, little miss firecracker. "Piss off." the fox girl growled in anger at him...And yet...He only...Laughed. And he cupped her face, getting his own so close to hers that they could feel each other's breaths. "You. Are. Mine." his grin was so wide and sociopathic that he might as well have had his face split in two. "I will never be yours. I will never be anyone's. I'm not an object. I will not obey anyone. The second you leave me out of your sight, I will flee, and you will never see me again. And if I can't, I will find a way to kill myself. I have nothing to live for, but everything to die for." Kitsune bared her elongated canines at him, and gosh, was she enticing. "And if I get rid of the harem?" he asked, not bothering with everything she talked before. "You'll be a heartless jerk who'll destroy

the lives of so many women." she refuted just as quickly. "And if I don't fuck anyone but you?" he threw that, wanting to fluster her, but the fire in her eyes only ignited even higher. "As usual, you can only think with the wrong head, can't you? There's nothing to you but your stupid little prick. How pathetic. And you call yourself a man. Go die in the war or something." she grabbed him by the loose neck line of his kimono, only to hear him laughing condescendingly. "But darling, that just couldn't possibly happen. I am simply too strong to get killed. Everybody fears my power, why else do you think your parents were so willing to give you away? They were weak, just like you said, and every weakling needs the help of Ryomen Sukuna, Japan's own God of War." this statement made the girl's gorgeous eyes widen in shock...Only to start laughing, almost hysterically. "Oh, bow down to the self proclaimed God of War! Can you believe that! Your majesty, tone down your arrogance, it's gonna get yourself killed! I knew it, you're absolutely useless! All you can do is bark, no bite, little puppy! The only thing intimidating about you is your height, other than that, you are just a generic man who thinks he's all to powerful. How ridiculous." the fox girl couldn't stop her degrading laughing, which confused the man for a while, only to smirk and pick her up bridal style, carrying her out of that room, not letting her get out of his grasp, no matter how much she tried to wiggle or burn him. "I won't let you go until you acknowledge my infinite strength, cute, little fox. But don't think that just because I favour you, I will let you get away with all the shit you called me." his voice sounded darker, more ominously, but it didn't seem to intimidate the girl. "Not in a million years. Not even in your sweetest dreams. You're pathetic and I'll never acknowledge you as anything else but a disgusting, lecherous pig!" she yelled at his face, to which he responded by letting her roughly fall on a soft futon, then crouching by her side and gripping her face just as her mother did before. "Say that again when you'll end up screaming my name as if your life depends on it." he laughed at her before leaving her new room, which she won't leave for a while.

This annoying girl, Sukuna was intrigued by her, but at the same time, he was very tempted into strangling her or snapping her neck - Despite all that fire she lets out, he was curious if she'd end up groveling in self-pity, begging him for mercy, going back on her previous misguided and foolish courage. Wasn't it bad enough that she had no idea who HE was? He also had to endure such disrespect - And even worse - Enjoy it? That little fox bitch was ready to commit seppuku in front of everyone just to prove a point, what the hell else could be more entertaining? All the women he's had were given away by their families as tributes, and none said a word. He was a jerk to them, he fucked them, he mistreated them - Sukuna didn't give a fuck about any woman, man, child, animal...Or any living being in the world, except for himself. All were beneath him - Unworthy, weak, frail -...

And yet, they still lie to his face, trembling as they say all the fake, sweet nothings - "I love you, My Lord" the women would say, their voice shaky, jumping in fright as he'd touch them. He was a rough man, he never knew gentleness, nor mercy, no love - Through all the words spewed by the firey woman, the part where she declared he had no idea how to treat women properly - Yes, it was true, but did he care? Of course not.

Humans were all puppets with whom he could play as much as he wanted - All instruments for his entertaining in this terribly boring world, he would manipulate everyone like dolls on his strings, and when they've exhausted their means of entertaining him, the string will be cut, and the puppets will fall in an abyss of infernal fire.

For the first two weeks, Sukuna and Kitsune were literally acting like a cat chasing a mouse - And each time, the cat would surprise the mouse just as she was about to survive - He was giving her hope of success, only to pick her up by one of her many tails, or embrace her from behind, pick her up, trip her, show up from behind a tree, play with her hair as he came up from a tree behind her, and sometimes, even going as far as to mock her by pointing her the way out of the place.

But very soon, she gave up, and decided to starve herself to death by not leaving her assigned room, ignoring him entirely whenever she'd get visited by him - But that ended in the worst way possible - With her fainting and unable to wake up, and Sukuna freaking out because he didn't want his little toy to die before she got boring.

He laid next to her on the futon, holding her in his eyes, brushing her hair out of her face, playing with her vivid red hair - She truly looked like a fox in Sukuna's eyes, and he almost felt his heart warm up as he felt up the soft fur on her tails, waiting for his cursed energy to heal her up. After some time, he noticed the little red ball of fur getting smaller and smaller as she cuddled into his chest, resembling a defenseless kit searching for warmth, love and safety from its mother. She was so much smaller than him - So frail, so thin, so soft...So cute? - What was it that he was feeling? Calmness? Protectiveness?

He was furious at her for neglecting her health just so she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of toying with her - But that was also endearing, in its own, messed up way? She would go to such dramatic extremes to prove him wrong...It seemed that no matter what she did, it would still make him enjoy her company.

Whenever he'd fuck one of his harem girls, he wouldn't stay over, not even for a kiss - Hell, he didn't even know most of their names - Why should he? They were all the same to him - But he felt such a strong sense of protectiveness over he - He didn't want to strangle her to death anymore - Maybe just a bit of fun, some teasing, some startling - His hand around her supple neck as she looks up at him with her sparkling eyes, calling out his name - Sukuna, Sukuna - Pleading softly, but desperately to him for her sweet release - Sukuna, Sukuna - And he will be merciful, for once, and give her what she wants.

Just as he was caught in his own, sick fantasy, he felt the girl move and grumble, turning on her back, her small hands flying to rub her eyes awake - And he rolled over her, a playful, teasing smirk on his face as he waited for her to realise the position they were in - And yet, she was still out of it, for her eyes were half-lidded and gleaming, she was still weak from her lack of self-care, and she could only look up at him, dazed..."Sukuna...?" she mumbled in a whispery tone - What is she doing to him?! How dare she entice him so much? He wasn't supposed to be attracted to her in any way, so why...?!

"Relax, sweet-cheeks. I'm here." he spoke in a low voice, not wanting to alert her...Wait, what - "...Thanks." muttering that, she let out a soft sigh as she closed her eyes again, the corners of her mouth slightly turned upright as she allowed herself to fall back asleep and rest, not caring too much that she felt a slight pressure on both of her hands, in the form of the demon man pressing his own hands to hers, intertwining their fingers together as he towered over her, watching her chest rise and fall rhythmically as she breathed, her kissable, pink lips just a tiny bit parted. He couldn't stop himself - She was too irresistible, and he was much too insatiable - And he leaned down, pressing his own lips over hers - Gently - Very gently in fact, almost as if afraid of breaking a porcelain doll, as if afraid to crush a snowdrop he just picked from a glade, one just just barely managed to get out from under the remaining, melting snow of early spring. "You'll be the death of me, cutie." he found himself saying as he licked his lips, taking in the sweetness of the kiss.

Since then on, despite not being exactly friendly with the man, the fox girl didn't hate him that much anymore. It even got well enough for them to eat in the same room, or play shogi - The girl beating him at it more often than not, which left mixed feelings in his heart - And then he showed her the musical instruments that the concubines would sometimes use whenever he'd want a banquet and more sinful indulgences. He didn't ask her to play for him, though. He realised that the more he tried to push the girl, the less likely she'll actually do anything he wants.

Even more, the more time they spent together, the more his concubines would get neglected - So much that he was completely drawn to this fox girl and all the other women were completely wiped from his head. - And he started gifting her a bunch of beautiful kimonos, only to find them in front of his room's door, rejected. She didn't want anything from him, nor did she want his favour, so she continued wearing her simple clothes.

Until...

Until one night - It was a special night, really - For the moon was full, and big, and gleaming with such a beautiful silver light that neither of them saw in the many years they've been alive. And Kitsune dressed in one of her festival yukatas and went to the lotus pond, surrounded by a few wisteria trees, as the mirror of the water reflected the celestial orb like sparkling zircons. The fox gingerly jumped in the middle of the sheen, walking on it like a spirit, only her feminine silhouette being seen, as her long hair was gently blown by the warm spring wind and her tails were dancing around her in perfect sync. As her feet moved to the sound of the melody she played on a vertical flute she was given by the owner of the place, Sukuna found himself unable to move from his place on the palace balcony, his sight fixated on the woman's form as she alternated playing the instrument and dancing with ribbon-fans.

Her moves were fluid and mystifying like those of a priestess leading a will'o'wisp to rest into kakuriyo, the land of the dead - what was he supposed to do now? He was confused and mesmerised. He's seen his fair share of beautiful women playing instruments and dancing for him - Hundreds of them, in fact - But none could match the effect this nine tailed fox girl had on him.

This continued days on end, but he never admitted to her that he was stalking her every night, nor that he was completely enchanted and under her spell, at the point of no return.

"I'm going to war tomorrow." he told her one evening as he poured himself some sake. "...Good for you. Finally, more entertaining for the most powerful man on Earth...Or something. Bring me a souvenir when you return, I guess." the girl merely shrugged her shoulders as she took the tea pot and poured herself some tea, not bothering with any reaction. "You're not worried for me, are you? What if I die tomorrow? Will you weep for me?" he leaned forward, taking her chin between his fingers. " 'Course not. You're the one who keeps boasting about how you're the most powerful man on Earth and The God of War or something. Besides - If you die, I will just steal all your money and get the hell out of this place, so I can finally see the world through my very eyes, not through inked letters on paper. I want to be free and fly. Life here is boring. I've had enough years of being home stuck, don't you think?" she snapped at him as she snatched the now empty sake up and poured herself some alcohol. "And what if I promise to take you out to see the world when I return?" he smirked at her, watching her ears perk up a bit at the proposition. "...I don't believe you." she looked away before she could reveal any real emotion in her eyes. "I promise. But you also have to promise to relax around me. You're always on the edge, even if you've been here for a whole year. I saw you play in the winter, jump to collect autumn leaves taken by the wind, pick up fruit after climbing up the trees, and make flower crowns in spring. I saw you get buried completely in snow, only one of your tails being seen, I saw you make fruit wine in autumn, send paper lanterns into the sky and bathe in the lotus ponds. We're not strangers anymore, and I've never hurt you even once. So, do we have a deal?" his hunter-like eyes carefully watched her every reaction, noticing how her bottom lip quivered ever so slightly, before biting into it softly - She was nervous, that much was obvious - And Sukuna was now a pro at reading her behaviour. "...I'll try. But if you go back on your promise...I promise you, you won't wake up the next morning." she scoffed, threatening him, but it only ended up making him laugh. "The little kitten has claws, how adorable. That's fair, I'll let you have that." the man chuckled at her, petting her hair just between her ears, making her close her eyes and blush just a tiny bit. He was finally able to reach her - Not by much, but even this much was enough for him...For now.

For a whole month, Kitsune was all alone in the palace - Or so she felt, despite the numerous harem girls and the servants - All who had to obey her every order - But she refused any of that. If she wanted to eat, she would make food for herself. If she wanted to drink, she'd get some herself. If she wanted to bathe, she would prepare the bath herself - Just as she's always done. However, all this time, she was never in need of company. She couldn't handle people, nor their fakeness and many other useless emotions that would only make them vulnerable and susceptible of being used and taken for granted.

She's been through that numerous times while living with her family, and she wasn't about to let that happen again.

Thankfully, Kitsune never felt lonely, nor bored - However, she realised that she actually enjoyed Sukuna's annoying presence, and somehow, she found herself awaiting his coming back sooner.

"Master came back, vacation's over. Take care, everyone...I heard he's been injured. Can you believe it? Never thought demons can bleed." the many rumours circulated around the palace, but the fox girl only snapped at the gossipers, glaring at them to shut up. But she didn't go to greet him, like everyone else did. Instead, she waited until night to go to his room, and she found him on the ground, calmly drinking some sake.

"Ah, look at this, a little fox found its way in my humble abode. What ever could you be doing here, I wonder?" he chuckled teasingly, as she only looked down at him, giving him a slight head tilt, yet no expression on her blank face. "Are you wounded?" she muttered in a low voice, almost half-wanting not to have been heard...But she was. "Ha! So you heard those rumours too, haven't you? How ridiculous! Me? Ryomen Sukuna, the God of War, getting injured? Preposterous!" his bark-like laugh echoed through the place, but it didn't move the girl in any way. Instead, slowly crouched next to him, snatching down the already loose kimono top from his torso, letting it fall down to his chest, as her delicate fingers traced his chest, arm and back, analysing each and every fresh wound and scar alike. "I thought you could heal. Cursed energy magic or something. What you did to me when I passed out. Stupid liar. All you know how to do is to boast to everyone, but you can't even admit that you are still capable of making mistakes sometimes." her voice was obviously pissed off, but not enough to sock him in the jaw again. "Anti-regeneration magic. I didn't know something like that existed. Gimme a break." he scoffed, looking away in mild embarrassment. "Lucky you. Now don't move, or you'll really piss me off." she sneered at him as she made blue fire light up her palms and focused on healing him. It was then that she realised how good it felt to feel someone's bare skin, to feel his muscles, sore from fighting so much. He was finally beginning to look more like a man - A warrior - Not like some obnoxious, bratty, entitled casa nova. "I didn't know you could heal people. It tickles." he smirked slightly, turning his head to watch her focused face. "You don't know many things about me, Sukuna. Don't even bother trying, you'll never be able to, anyway." she scowled at him, but this time, it wasn't as aggressive as usual. "I've always loved a challenge, sugar." he chuckled boastfully, only for her to frown and look at him. "Is that all I am for you? A challenge?" she asked in a softer voice, sounding almost disappointed. "Not anymore. You've always been an enigma for me. You were fun, that's why I kept you around. If you weren't, I'd have killed you. I have no regrets about killing anyone, reason or not. But you got under my skin. I don't want to unveil the enigma behind you anymore. I just want to know you." carefully, his hands found their way on her hips, just before pulling her on his lap, only for her to stiffen up completely, her hands quickly taken off of his skin, as she quickly snapped her head away from him, her face covered by the long hair that resembled the blood he spilled on the battlefield. "Aww, are you shy, cutie~?" his seductive voice was back again, one of his hands reaching up to cup her face - But she couldn't bring herself to speak - Instead, she just gulped and jumped away from him, taking a few deep breaths before getting out of the room, and climbing up to the roof, hugging her legs to her chest, leaning her chin on her knees, her bottom lip bitten into to the point of drawing blood.

What the hell was she thinking, letting herself getting touched like that? By someone like Sukuna, nonetheless, who, if given the chance, would have his way with her, then toss her aside like he did with all the other women in his enormous harem. Her heart was beating so hard, so fast against her chest. It was a foreign feeling that scared her so much that for a long while, she couldn't help but avoid him once again, going out of her way to only leave her room when she was sure he wasn't there. It didn't always work out as she wished, but she still tried nonetheless, as succeeded for most of the time.

"Are you scared of me?" Sukuna asked the girl one night, when he found her softly shedding tears up on the roof. "...No." she offered a monotone answer. "Then why are you avoiding me again? Do you hate me?" he asked again, only for her to hang her head and hug herself. "I realised that I shouldn't be alive. All my life I've known only two emotions - Hatred and Rage - All of them masked by a facade of complete neutrality, passiveness and uncaring. But, now...I can feel my heart beating. And it hurts. I was so ready to throw away my life, and I knew I would have no regrets. I lived for nothing. I have no memories of anything good happening in my life. I thought that...I thought that maybe...I would be able to feel, staying here, with you. I wanted to feel something good, for once. What was that called...Happiness? Love? I wanted to feel those too. I guess it's too much to ask from this cruel life. The second you touched me, I started panicking and I got scared. I was afraid. Not of you, but of the idea of possibly getting hurt. I don't know how to feel, and I don't think I'll ever be able to be a proper being...But maybe...Someday...I will be able to look up at the same sky, at this very same moon, and the very same stars...And smile...And my chest won't be hurting anymore. And I won't be afraid anymore. Maybe, in the next life...Or the one after that...I will be lucky. Maybe times will change, and people won't be so cruel anymore. I'm sorry, Sukuna. I didn't end up being who and what you thought I'd be. I will forever be a disappointment to everyone I meet." she wasn't sure if her words were directed to anyone at all, or if she just found the courage to speak for the first time in her life - To acknowledge the existence of feelings altogether - But Sukuna understood her. Except for the thrill of the kill and fleeting quenched lust, he didn't feel any relief. Just like her, anger and hatred, for the entirety of his life. How different and similar the two of them really were, he realised, as he went to hug her from behind, resting his chin on top of her head. "You have never disappointed me, Kitsune. You cannot disappoint me. I understand what you're feeling. It's a cruel world, and we are much crueler to everyone around us, including ourselves. If you ever think you have it in your heart to accept me, I will be waiting. Forever, if needed. And if not, I will be awaiting in the next life. Or in the next one. I won't give up on you." and saying that, he planted a kiss on her temple before leaving her alone to watch the same silver moon they've been looking up at for so long. "...Thank you." she spoke to herself after who knows how long.

And she smiled.

Every day passing, she would look at the pink haired warrior, and every day, she'd want to throw herself in his arms, but every time, she'd start shaking, and she'd turn around and leave the place. This whole ordeal continued for well over three months, until one day, the palace was attacked with burning arrows, and the whole place was lit aflame.

In the mayhem in cause, the fox girl made sure to gather all the civilians in the huge estate and lead them to safety, and by the time she was done, she rushed to search for Sukuna, the person the enemies wanted to bring down, once and for all. However, by the time she found him, the whole place was ablaze, the once blooming garden was now turned into ashes, and the Demon God of War was heavily bleeding, slouched and leaning his back against a wall.

Opposite of him, many meters away, a menacing looking enemy who had spears in his hands was ready to throw them at him...And Sukuna merely smirked, defeated, and closed his eyes, awaiting for the impact of his ultimate death.

"Sukuna...Keep your eyes closed." Kitsune's low, shaking voice called out to him, but instead of doing as he was told, his eyes snapped open, only to widen in terror seeing the girl he grew to love, impaled by numerous spears, acting as a shield for him. "K...Kitsu...Ne...?!" he managed to usher after getting over his shock. "I told you...To keep you eyes closed...Idiot." she shook her head as she curled her fingers on the wall, taking a few deep breaths, despite her legs shaking. "Idiot. Idiot. You are such an idiot." "No...You...You were supposed to run away...I told you to run away...I told you...To...Live..." his voice was desperate, trembling, not believing what he was seeing before his very eyes. "Not without you...We were supposed to...Go...together...And be happy...And look at the moon...And stars...Together..." but as she said that, she heard the air getting split by yet another set of spears that go through her tails and torso, making her lose strength and fall over the man she was shielding. With her last strength, she punched back the spears out of her body and crawled on his lap, cradling his body, wrapping it up protectively with her tails, holding tightly onto him. "I never learnt how to fight...I never had anything to protect...Until I found you. I have no regrets dying, if you live. Close your eyes, Sukuna. I...I love you." and just before all strength left her body, she cupped his face and stole a weak kiss.

She was happy. She finally found her courage to act as she wished - With her heart, not with her fears. She was finally able to expel all the bad things possessing her. She died, and yet, she was finally smiling. She regretted nothing.

She was really happy.

"...Look there, Kitsune. Look at the moon. And the stars. And we are together. In this life. And the next one...And the one after...I will find you. And I will protect you. Don't be afraid anymore...Nothing will hurt you again. Until then...Sleep well, my Princess...Wait for me...Very soon."

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"Don't worry, Yuji! We will find all the victims of this place and rescue them! You'll see!" the cheerful nine-tailed girl wagged her fluff left and right as she dragged her best friend to the ominous place, as their other two team mates followed soon after, both having different reactions, as usual.

As her shikigami fox and Megumi's white wolf were assigned to make sure no cursed spirit would sneak up on them, they tried to make heads or tails of the distorted reality inside the place - They knew they may be dealing with a Special-Grade monster, but to have power of such magnitude seemed...Unreal...And unsettling.

"Guys, calm down. This is the Innate Domain...Cursed energy made this foul play...But I've never seen anything like...This. We have to move fast, and not split up, or we'll get picked one by one." Kitsune gritted her teeth, feeling the fur on her tails stand up. "Where's the door?!" Megumi yelled, turning around, only for everyone to gasp, realising the way they got through completely disappeared. "Th-The door's gone?!" Yuji blinked, incredulous at what he was witnessing. "How?! We just came in through here, didn't we?!" Nobara freaked out, only to make a short, brain dead dance with Yuji. "Calm down. The dog remembers the scent of the entrance." saying that, the two fawned over the two canines as they let them lead the way, only to find three mangled corpses, one of them having a name tag - It was the name of the child of the desperate woman outside of the place, pleading to the police to rescue him.

However, a fight erupted between the two boys who couldn't decide whether they should run away or rescue the corpses, as closure for the woman outside, at least, and while Nobara yelled at them, trying to make them stop...She...Disappeared?! Through a makeshift hole in the floor that wasn't there before.

"B-But...Megumi's demon dog and my fox should have been able to sense the curse...!" Kitsune then quickly turned around, only to gasp, noticing the bloody corpses of the said shikigami protruding from the walls. "NO! CYNDER!" she whimpered, hating to see her lovely companion in such a state. "ITADORI! KITSUNE! WE HAVE TO RUN! WE'LL LOOK FOR KUJISAKI AND -" but before he could finish speaking, Kitsune's whimper, that grew louder, along with the presence of the demon she was pointing at, staring straight at her...Made both boys stop in their tracks, wide eyed and shocked...And very much afraid.

The trio was sweating bullets, trying to move, trying to get the hell away from there - But Yuji moved first, taking out his knife, slashing at the Special-Grade....Only for his hand to go flying far away...From the impact.

"Megumi, run away! Go find Nobara, I'll stay here and create a diversion! Give us a signal when you're out of here! Yuji can get Sukuna and save us!" the fox girl yelled at her brunet friend desperately as she pushed him away, but a mouth on Yuji's cheek, speaking very derogatory, pointed out he doesn't give a fuck about Yuji's body, and that he won't die, even if his vessel does. "Nope~! Even if parts of me inside you die, I've still got 18 other fragments of my soul! Still, irritatingly enough, I don't have control of this body, so go away and switch, if you want! But once you do...I'll kill that brat before the cursed spirit can! Then, I'll go for that woman. She's a lively one. I'll have fuck with her. And then...I'll claim this cute fox girl that you care so much for!" Sukuna kept talking, and it was creating a state of panic in Yuji's heart. "Don't listen to him, Yuji! I know you won't let him take over you completely! You can't hurt us!" Kitsune yelled at her friend, trying to snap him out of the trance Sukuna put him in. "No, no, no, darling, you're wrong. If he's too focused on me, his friends WILL die~!" the demon kept laughing at his vessel, until the Special Grade unleashed a full blast of pure, cursed energy. "Yuji, look out!" she jumped at him, getting him out of the blast's range. "Stop listening to him, and take care of yourself! This isn't Jujutsu, this is pure cursed energy! We have to buy Megumi and Nobara enough time to get the hell out of here! Look at this jerk, he's having fun. I'm sure we can figure something out." the fox girl gritted her teeth in anger, but before either of them could try to attack or dodge - In the blink of an eye, really - She felt herself getting picked up and slammed on the wall before her by yet another blast of cursed energy - Followed by another, that flew her on the bridge in the next room, rendering her barely conscious. "KITSUNE! KITSUNEEEE!" she heard her pink haired friend's desperate wail as he tried to shake her awake. "...Sukuna...?" she asked, her shaking hands trying to rub away the tiredness from her eyes, as she looked up at him with gleaming, half-lidded eyes.

Before he could answer, shocked that she would call him by his demon's name, and even more, his own demon shocked, hearing her say something like that, she managed to cling onto the boy enough to get herself back on her feet, turning towards the attacker, her big, fluffy tails opening like a protective fan for the boy, as she created a blast of blue spirit fire to try to counter the cursed energy blast from the enemy. It made her growl from the pain, but her mind was blank - She had no regrets - No matter what life she was living, she will only get stronger and stronger, until she succeeds and protects the ones dear to her.

But not in this lifetime.

She wasn't strong enough yet. She was nowhere near her mentor, Satoru, in power. She had no way to compete with him, nor could she protect her friends when needed.

How pathethic.

It was her last thought before the cursed energy took over her, burning away some of her skin and creating even more damage after getting slammed and breaking yet another wall. With the last bit of consciousness she was able to hold onto, she saw her pink haired friend still alive and well - By some standards, at least - And she could merely smile and fight back the darkness threatening to take over.

But...Something happened, for the boy now seemed fearless - And he even taunted with the special-grade...And then he healed his own arm, before going to her, looking down at her, shaking his head. The markings on his face...This wasn't Yuji. This was...

"Idiot." a much darker, more masculine voice came from the body of the teenage vessel as he crouched down to the girl. "You never change, no matter what life you reincarnate into, do you? But that's the charm about you, stupid fox. You never really lose your memories of the past, do you?" he gently caressed her face, feeling his heart beating a bit faster as he noticed she was smiling and leaning into his touch. "You said you'll find me...So what is there to fear?" she mused weakly, before she got picked up bridal style, allowing her to cuddle into his chest, finally allowed to rest at ease. "Let's teach this weakling a lesson and get the hell out of here. The moon is up." Sukuna chuckled as he walked up to the demon, effortlessly punching in the head, slamming it into the bridge, only to smash his foot into its head, breaking the bridge altogether. As they fell, the monster grabbed his leg, but the fox-fire burn on his hand was enough to get his to shriek in pain and let go, as Sukuna jumped on one of the falling rubbles, taunting and laughing condescendingly, as he ripped apart the monster limb from limb before impaling it into a wall, as soon as they reached the watery ground. "Honestly, I'm jealous. I could never get to your power with jujutsu alone. Satoru said this thing is 80% born talent. How disheartening." she grumbled, feeling better already. "There's nothing cursed in your heart, sugar. Let the killing to me. I promised I'll protect you, I'm not going back on my word. I'm not going to see you die again." he threw her up a bit to get a better hold on her. "Hang onto me, foxy. Let's show this sucker how we do things." seeing his infamous smirk on his face, she threw her arms around his neck, holding on tightly, seeing as he did a hand seal, calling out his Malevolent Shrine...And they were back home, dressed the same as they were so long ago...A thousand years ago...And the monster got split in 5 slices, before Sukuna dug out another one of his soul-fingers, and he started grinning even laughing even darker, realising that Yuji couldn't switch bodies again, which made villain jump out of the facility, right on top of it. "I guess...No matter what life we live, the sky is going to be forever beautiful." Kitsune sighed as soon as he let her down, but she didn't let go of him. Not this time. Fears won't take over her life anymore. "And yours is even more eternal than the moon's or the stars." he cupped her face, taking in her beauty for the first time in over a thousand years. "It's been to long. I made you wait far too long. I hope you didn't miss me too much." one of his hands found its fingers raking through her hair, and she closed her eyes a bit, taking in the warm, loving feeling that completely took over her. "I'll forgive you. You did take your bloody time...But at least you're here now. And you're not going anywhere. I won't let you." her hands slid down to the neck of his blouse, pulling him to her level, which only made him smirk smugly. "Good. That was my intention." his charming, dark voice spoke, making her heart beating faster, and feeling the hair on the back of her neck and the fluff on her tails stand up from excitement. "Won't it be weird? Being Yuji's body...?" she asked shyly, as he only chuckled, pulling the same Malevolent Shrine trick, so they finally looked as they did when they first met. "Better, sweet cheeks?" he pulled her flushed to his body, as she got on her tippy toes to get closer to his face. "Spectacular."

As the fox girl couldn't stop touching his face, raking her fingers through his hair, feeling his body closer to hers as her whole body felt hotter than ever before - It was just a kiss - His lips so sweet against her own, his arms, so strong, holding her, feeling her, loving her.

It was only them, under the gentle light of the silver moon, guarding them, as the stars softly twinkled, embellishing gold into the dark sky - Just like this love light up the darkness in their hearts.

Her tails wrapped around him instinctively, as they pulled apart, and looked each other in the eyes for the first time since they've known each other. Her eyes were sparkling with happiness, her lips were curled into a kitten-like smile, and she was glowing - It made Sukuna's heart have a pleasant arrhythmia as he saw in front of his very eyes a sight that he's been dreaming about for over a millennium - The woman that captured his heart - Happy, in his own arms, safe, and very kissable.

This feeling and image were worth waiting a thousand years.

[nakachuchu]

Jealous Streak | Yelena

SYNOPSIS: Modern AU - She gets jealous way too much.

READER: gender neutral

WORDS: 1002

WRITTEN: 03/29/2021

NOTE: Thank you for requesting! I didn't think I would be able to write 1000 words with this at first, but then I had too much fun lol

You woke up in the morning, wrapped in Yelena's arms as usual. After some cuddling, the two of you got ready together as usual.

The jobs you two had were different, but the day always ended the same. You'd return home later than Yelena and she would be waiting for you with freely brewed tea.

Today was a bit different, but you didn't realize it until you returned home.

There wasn’t freshly brewed tea wishing for you, so that was your first warning.

Your second warning was the fact that Yelena was sulking by the open window while staring out into the distance.

You didn't hear of anything that could have set her off since the two of you worked in the same company.

You placed your coat and keys onto the table and walked over to her, sitting down at the open seat across from her.

You placed your elbow on the table and your chin on your hand then stared at her.

She seemed to pay you no mind—not even a single glance. That was enough for you to realize what was wrong.

Of course, you didn't know the exact reason, but you determined that she was jealous.

It had happened before, and while you weren't at fault—you never were when it came to her jealousy—she still sulked and refused to talk to you for a while until you gave her attention.

She was scary-looking at times and that was why most people didn't want to approach her at times, but she was charming in her own way.

With you, she was like a child sometimes. She was a very intelligent and pouty child who only cared for one person, which would be you.

You sighed and reached forward, sticking your index finger out to brush back her hair slightly. She didn't look at you, but you could see her cheek puff out slightly.

You stood up from your chair and walked to the kitchen to brew her favorite blend of tea, then walked back to Yelena.

You stood behind her and leaned down to kiss her cheek, before tugging on her arm.

"Come on, babe. Let's get your jealous ass in bed so we can cuddle."

She finally looked at you, but it was a bit heated because of the glare. She allowed you to tug her up and lead her to the bed.

The two of you climbed on top and you snuggled into her chest. Even though she was pouting and agitated, she wrapped her arms around you.

"What happened?" you asked. "Did someone make fun of your height again? Did someone call you a giant again?"

She pinched the fat of your hip. You winced and squirmed around in her arms.

"It's not funny," she said.

"I can't think anything's funny if I don't know what happened," you retorted.

She leaned down and moved your shirt to the side with her teeth before biting down on your shoulder.

"Hey!"

"You know why I'm annoyed."

You rolled your eyes. "Did someone say something about me?"

This wasn't the first time someone said something about you. It wasn't your fault Yelena got jealous so easily.

You were once talking to a new worker who was shadowing you for the day, and Yelena scared him off with a simple glare.

"They said you had a good ass."

You snorted.

"It's not funny."

"It's a little funny. Why are you getting so worked up over it? It's just a comment an idiot made," you said.

She grunted and squeezed you.

"You didn't beat them up this time, right?"

It wasn't unusual for Yelena to beat or threaten someone for saying something about you. She was just lucky she had an influence and connections in politics, so no one could hurt her.

She smiled. "I choked him a little and lifted him off his feet."

You sighed and looked at her, then leaned in to kiss her. You snuggled into her arms.

"You're the only one I love," you murmured. "Don't pay attention to what people say."

"I'm not worried about you leaving me."

Truth was, she was a bit afraid that you would leave her. While you weren't the first person she'd flirted with or had sex with, you were the first person she'd ever gotten into a relationship with.

She wasn't one for emotions or relationships, but you were the exception, and while it was a bit toxic, she would be willing to do almost anything to make sure you still loved her.

"I never said that," you retorted.

She tensed for a moment before sighing. You chuckled softly at her small slip-up before kissing her on the lips again.

You rolled on top of her so you could get a better look at her. She stared at you as you cupped her face and rubbed your thumbs under her eyes.

"You can lift someone off the ground, but you're still so bad at sleeping," you muttered.

She claimed she got more sleep ever since meeting you, and you were shocked that her eye bags could be even worse than what you were currently looking at.

The teapot started whistling.

Yelena grunted, then rolled off the bed with you. You clung onto her shoulders as she carried you to the kitchen.

She set you down on the counter and finished preparing the tea, then poured it into two teacups.

She picked you up and set you down on her lap as she sat down.

"You're not gonna let go of me, are you?" you questioned.

"I don't see a reason to," she retorted as she lifted her teacup.

You sighed and lifted your teacup. "I figured."

Truthfully, you didn't mind her jealous streak but you wished she would trust you and herself more.

Once she placed her teacup back onto the saucer, you leaned in to kiss her again. You could taste the herbs on her lips as you withdrew.

“I love you,” you whispered.

“I love you too.”

[peaceisadirtyword]

Heathen V (Ivar/Edlynn)

A/N: Hello! I might have gotten a bit carried away with this(?) Sorry😅 I hope it’s not too boring though🥺 I was just going to rewrite the ending and suddenly... I had 1000 more words💀 anyway, I hope you like it!♥️ In this chapter I talk about norse mythology and christianity, and even if I’ve read about it (norse mythology, at least) I’m by no means an expert, so I had to consult some friends and people I know that are professionals. In any case, I’m sorry if I wrote anything wrong, please tell and forgive me.

Btw, thank you so much for your messages! I’m feeling better now🥰 I watched some videos of Alex and Marco and I calmed down a bit! I suppose I just need to relax a bit, it’s okay, but seriously thank you for your messages and for always being so understanding with me💞🙏🏻

Warnings: talk about religion, mentions of violence, war and all that sh1t... Ivar is too perfect I’d like to marry him but, unfortunately, I can't 

Words: don’t hate me but there’s 5492 words under this... I hope it’s worth it (?)

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For Edlynn, it was both scary and hypnotizing to see Ivar learning how to read. He seemed to understand things quickly and even if they didn't really have any materials for him to practice writing, Edlynn saw him carving letters on wood more than once, like he did with the runes. In a few days, Ivar could understand some parts of the books, even if he still needed help, and Edlynn remembered bitterly how much time it took for her to learn basic words and how many times the priest that taught her and her siblings scolded her.

In return, Ivar agreed to tell her a bit more about his culture. He talked about the Gods, even showed some runes to her, she asked him to show her their longships, and was amazed by the carvings and the designs. Sometimes, she'd ask him to translate some words from English to Norse, and soon became obsessed with his language, trying to memorize everything she could for when she went back home. Mildrith would love it. 

"Can we go back to reading?" Ivar sighed, raising an eyebrow when Edlynn asked him to translate a few words more. He had spent the entire day with Hvitserk and was on a good mood, but he was also tired. 

"Yes, sorry" she blushed a bit, realizing her eagerness was probably improper "Just one more, please" 

Ivar nodded slowly. He found her excitement adorable, and he had to hold back a smile more than once when she tried to repeat some words with a soft voice. 

"How do you say sun and moon?" she tilted her head, curiously "It's true that they are Gods for you?" 

Mildrith had told her once that the northman she had been with had told her that they worshipped the sun and the moon, as if they were Saints or Gods. And, for some reason, Edlynn became obsessed with it. 

"Those are two words" Ivar smirked "But they are Sól and Máni, and they are Gods, yes, but slightly different from the Aesir and the Vanir" he shrugged "It's a long story"

Edlynn waited a few more seconds, maybe expecting for him to keep telling the story. 

"So the moon is a Goddess?"

Ivar hummed, nodding. 

"She's a woman, sister to Sól, the sun" he shrugged.

"That makes sense" Edlynn bit her lip, interested "But, how can you say they are a man and a woman? They're not humans" she smiled softly, amused "They can't be man and woman" 

"But they are" Ivar frowned "It's like that story of yours about the Virgin, I've heard that one before, how can you tell she was a virgin?" he shrugged. 

"Because God chose her to carry his son, the one who would bring His word to us"

"You christians are too obsessed with virginity" Ivar rolled his eyes. Edlynn felt her cheeks burn, and cleared her throat. 

"It's a sin not to be a virgin when you get married"

"Yes, I've heard a lot about those sins" Ivar nodded "And I still think it's ridiculous, why would your God demand that you deny the pleasure of having sex to yourselves?"

"It's an act of purity, of faith" Edlynn narrowed her eyes. She knew the northmen were much less... Traditional, with these things, and sometimes she felt somehow curious. It wasn't a topic that was very discussed at the court, and much less at home with her father... Once, Edlynn and Mildrith saw a couple on the stables and asked Hilda about it. The nun was so angry at them that she made them pray for hours, and then made them promise they wouldn't go around talking about it.

"It's stupid" Ivar shrugged "You would be much happier if you forgot about that"

The girl pressed her lips together, a bit bothered. Ivar's smirk showed he was trying to get a reaction from her, but Edlynn wouldn't start arguing. 

"I didn't expect a heathen to understand it" she shrugged.

Ivar chuckled, shaking his head. 

"I've spent maybe too much time around christians to understand many things, but I still believe your God is weak" he licked his lips "Compared to Odin and Thor, he's weak and demanding"

She ignored him, looking back at the books and parchments they were studying. Finally, Ivar stood up, making Edlynn raise her head as he walked over to the bed, and sat down to take his braces off. She watched as his fingers worked quickly on them, freeing his legs. When Ivar started taking his clothes, she stiffened, blushing again, and stood up to tidy the books and avoid looking at him. If she had looked, she would have seen Ivar's amused smile. 

"The day and the night are also man and a woman" he continued, startling Edlynn. She turned to look at him, curious, but turned around when she realized he was shirtless "What? Are you also not allowed to look at me?"

"It's not proper" she muttered, looking down. During the nights she had been sharing his tent, she always slept with her back turned to him, and usually she would already be asleep when he went to bed. 

"Do you want to hear the rest of the story or not?" 

Edlynn hesitated, but finally turned around. He was doing it to bother her, and wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing it was working. The sight left her breathless. Ivar was one of the most handsome men she had ever seen, but not only his face was beautiful; he was strong, she had already noticed it when he grabbed her for the first time. Edlynn tried her best to avoid staring at his beautiful hair, collected in braids and tied that fell down his back and shoulder. 

"Dagr is the day, and he's the son of Nótt, the night, Odin gave each of them a chariot that they can ride on the sky... And two horses, Skinfaxi and Hrímfaxi" his own finger pointed at his chest, which was crossed by dark lines. Those strange drawings on his skin were normal among the northmen; she had seen those on their arms, necks, faces... It was weird but she had to bite her tongue more than once to avoid asking about them. 

Ivar had also another one on his back. Edlynn couldn't see much, but from the few glimpses she had caught, it looked like a snake. The ones he showed now had an intricate pattern, and she frowned softly while looking at them. 

"They don't look like horses" 

That made Ivar chuckle, but he didn't say anything else as she approached him, her eyes still fixed on his chest. When she was close enough, she raised her hand slowly. 

"Can I?" 

Ivar tensed, but finally nodded softly. Edlynn didn't know what to expect when her fingers touched the dark ink, but was somewhat surprised by the feeling of his skin. It was warm and his muscles tensed under her touch when her finger roamed around his chest following the lines. It was hypnotizing, and she couldn't feel anything else that wasn't Ivar. 

She found his necklace. It was always hidden under his clothes, so it caught her attention. The question was written all over her face when she looked at his eyes again. 

"Mjölnir" he answered quietly "Thor's hammer" 

Edlynn nodded. She had heard about that, and thought it would be something like the cross that hang from her own neck. 

Finally, she moved her hand backwards, almost like she just realized what she was doing and was suddenly too shy to keep touching him. Ivar's eyes were still fixed on Edlynn as she turned around, getting away from him faster than he would have liked, and soon she was laying on her side of the bed, with her back turned to him and her body tense and stiff, not bothering to cover herself. 

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Edlynn was amazed by the shieldmaidens. She had heard about them more than once, since she was a kid, and sometimes imagined herself with a sword when she watched her brother, Edward, train with their father. But when she said it once, during dinner, everyone turned to look at her with widened eyes. Both her father and her sister reprimanded her; the battlefield is no place for women, you're needed at home, praying and taking care of the children. 

Since then, the thought hadn't crossed her mind again. 

She also saw the two viking women training when they were staying with King Alfred. They moved gracefully, and easily defeated male warriors, it was entertaining and interesting to see, and Mildrith and her would always sit and watch her, but always under the stern gaze of their fathers. Once, the blonde woman she had often seen with Bishop Heahmund offered them to try. Edlynn remembered the soft smile and how she approached them. She was sure her face lightened up, but as soon as she opened her mouth, Lord Eldred was behind her, he gripped her shoulder with maybe too much force. His daughter wouldn't go near a sword, he had said sternly. And the viking woman sighed, shooting her a sad smile before leaving. 

But in that camp, even with her wrists tied and three northmen around her, she was free to watch as much as she wanted. 

There was a group of many women, training with her swords, axes and shields. They fought fiercely, but laughing and hugging each other, and Edlynn was amazed. She barely blinked and didn't know how much time she had been there watching them. The women didn't seem to care, and she felt more at ease around them than around the men. 

But when she turned her head, startled by some other sounds coming from her right, something else caught her attention. The first thing she saw was Hvitserk dodging a dagger as he trained with another viking. She knew that dagger, and soon her eyes fixed on Ivar, who was leant on a tree and smirked softly. He had a horn on his hand, and his eyes shone as they only did when he was around his brother. Next to him, Edlynn saw some arrows and a wooden bow, an axe and another sword.

He hadn't seen her, and she stayed silent and still, watching. He was relaxed, laughing and had a playful smirk on his lips. In some way, he was even more handsome. Soon, he got tired of just watching and grabbed the bow and arrows, tensing it slowly. His gaze was fixed on the tree in front of him, and Edlynn couldn't help but stare at him as his whole body tensed. She remembered when her brother learnt archery, when his arms were always shaking. Ivar didn't move a single muscle until he shoot the arrow. 

"Don't miss, brother, you have an audience" Hvitserk's voice startled both Ivar and Edlynn, and when his eyes finally landed on her, his expression changed. She wasn't able to point exactly what changed, but Ivar barely looked at her. 

"See something you like, princess?" 

Edlynn felt her cheeks burn, and pressed her lips together when she heard the guards and some other men chuckling behind her, refusing to let them see her. Ivar also smirked, leaning to grab another arrow. 

"I was just watching" she muttered. Ivar looked amused when he turned his head to look at her. 

"Want to try?" he pointed at the tree. Edlynn hesitated, knowing that grabbing a bow and shooting arrows wasn't proper. But then again... There was no one there to scold her, right? And probably, if King Alfred reached an agreement with them, she wouldn't have to see any of them again. 

She nodded softly, feeling a strange rush of excitement like the ones she used to feel when she was little and did something that was strictly forbidden. Ivar nodded at the guards and they let her go after untying her wrists. 

"I don't think you have done this before, am I right?"

Edlynn narrowed her eyes at him and snatched the bow from his hands, making him laugh. It was heavier than she ever thought, and nearly let it fall to the ground. But she could already imagine how much the men would laugh if she dropped the bow. 

"Turn around" Ivar ordered, and Edlynn obeyed slowly, still hesitating and nervous because of all those pairs of eyes fixed on her, studying her every move. She wasn't a warrior, but a noble lady that lived  in a castle, so her movements were clumsy and not graceful at all. 

She startled and nearly jumped when Ivar's hands touched her waist. 

"What are you doing?" she whispered, widening her eyes. 

"Don't you want to learn?" Ivar shrugged, an innocent tone on his voice that Edlynn didn't believe. 

His strong hands moved her effortlessly, and she tried not to blush even more when she felt Ivar's body closer to hers. She could even feel his breathing behind her neck. 

Ivar worked in silence, making sure she was on the right position before taking a new arrow. Edlynn frowned when she tensed the bow and her arms started shaking, even if Ivar was the one that practically held it behind her. 

"Stop shaking" he scolded her, and Edlynn could hear some chuckles around her. Some of the shieldmaidens had stopped training and came to watch. The saxon girl making a fool of herself, how amusing. 

Ivar's closeness, his scent and his body practically wrapped around her weren't helping. Edlynn felt her heart beating faster and faster as his fingers touched hers to position them around the arrow. 

"Now" he muttered into her ear when he was finally satisfied "Loose"

Edlynn tried her best to point at the tree, but the arrow flew next to it and got lost into one of the bushes. 

Everyone laughed. She could even hear Ivar chuckling next to her ear, and her cheeks reddened again. She glared at them and scoffed. 

"It's fine, you'll get better if you practice" Ivar had a smile on his lips, but Edlynn couldn't say if he was mocking her or actually being nice. 

One of the northmen said something loudly in their language, making everyone laugh even harder. Ivar sighed and shook his head, but had that small smirk on his face. 

Narrowing her eyes, Edlynn reached for another arrow, making everyone stop laughing and look at her with an eyebrow raised. Ivar had an even bigger smile on his face when she turned to look at him. 

"I want to try again"

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Mildrith was furious. She couldn't understand why they kept discussing God knows what in that tent when Edlynn was held as a prisoner in the enemies' camp. It was true that she was more calmed now that the scout came back and assured she was well and unharmed. Mildrith always knew her friend would survive; Edlynn was strong and smart, but she also knew they could have hurt her in many ways. Especially Ivar the Boneless. 

She almost shivered when she thought about him. Mildrith had always wanted to see Ivar at least once, to see if what they said was true, but to be captured by him? Her mind had replayed every single story she had heard about that heathen from the women of York. 

Even that young viking she had had a quick affair with had talked about him; he was the most letal of the sons of Ragnar, a monster. 

And King Alfred knew it! He had met him more than once, he had been fighting in York after the Great Heathen Army killed both his grandfathers. How he had allowed them to keep Edlynn for so long was a mystery to her. 

Hilda kept praying, kneeled at the feet of what one day was Edlynn's bed with a cross between her hands. Mildrith didn't understand what praying would do, God didn't help her before and it seemed he wouldn't help her now. She was also angry at Him. 

More than once, she had wished she could use a sword so she could enter the northmen's camp and free her. 

"Mildrith" the nun sighed. She had dark circles under her eyes and her voice sounded weak. Hilda had barely slept or ate since Edlynn, the little girl she had raised almost as if she was her own, had been taken. She prayed day and night, hoping she would be well and no one would hurt her in any way "Please, stop pacing around the tent, sit here with me and let's pray"

"I don't want to pray" the young, raven-haired girl, clenched her fists, glaring at her "I want them to get out of that tent and go find Edlynn"

"They can't do that" Hilda sighed, her trembling hands rubbing her own face "The king is doing everything he can, Mildrith, and you know it, he appreciates Edlynn a lot, but they're asking for a high price, and he must think about the rest of the country too"

Mildrith scoffed. She hated it, she hated politics, war and negotiations. She couldn't understand it. They were in their own country! They were stronger! Why couldn't they just raise a bigger army to go and free her?

"We have do something" 

"We can't" the nun shook her head "You know we can't, we can only have faith and hope she will be returned to us soon"

The young girl sighed, sitting down on the bed. She didn't want to have faith nor pray, she wanted her friend back. Her only comfort was to know that Edlynn would have many stories to tell, when she came back. 

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"They're asking for all of that, for a young woman?" 

Alfred raised his head, narrowing his eyes at the man who just spoke. 

"They're not asking anything, my lord, they demand all of this" he explained, slowly "And Edlynn isn't just a young woman, she is a dear friend, the daughter of one of my most trusted advisors and the sister to one of the men that I trust with my life every day"

"They want gold" Lord Eldred sighed. He was pale and had lost weight, Alfred hadn't seen him sleep nor eat for days "A lot of gold... And land, more land?" he sounded desperate. 

"Yes, but separated from the land I gave to Björn and Ubbe Ragnarsson" the king rubbed his face "They also want a truce, some time to settle on our lands" 

"That's the part that worries me" Lord Eldred shook his head "Why do they want time to settle? Do I have to choose between my daughter's death and a possible invasion?"

"We don't know if they plan an invasion, my lord" Alfred shrugged "For now, I am trying to save your daughter's life before anything else" 

"She must be so scared" her father rubbed his eyes "All alone, surrounded by barbarians, God knows what they are doing to her"

"Our scout assured she was unharmed, Lord Eldred, I believe him" the king softened his tone "Ivar won't hurt her for as long as we don't anger him" 

"I will pay as much as I can" Lord Edmund spoke for the first time since the reunion started "To ensure my lady's safe return"

Her father looked at her with a sad smile. 

"Thank you, my lord" Alfred nodded "The messenger is out there, ready to leave for their camp to give them our reply"

"What do you say, my king?" Queen Elsewith put a hand on his shoulder. Alfred took her hand softly and sighed, looking down at the table. For days, he had been thinking about his decision, trying to find the best solution for all of them. If he agreed, there would be consequences, Ivar would know he had an advantage, many of his lords wouldn't agree with him. If he refused, Edlynn would suffer things worse than death before her head was sent to them, he was nearly sure of that. 

Edlynn was a good girl. Responsible, obedient and polite. They had played together when they were children, and he couldn't stop thinking that it was Elsewith whom they wanted. Would they have so many doubts about saving her or not if it had been his queen?

He sighed. 

"I say we agree" he nodded "And that we will meet them in the forest to give them what they want in exchange for Lady Edlynn"

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Ivar's arms hurt. It had been a while since he practiced so much archery, and the muscles of his back and arms were already sore when he retired to the tent. His face also hurt from laughing so much, and he didn't remember when was the last time he had laughed so much, probably it was when he was still with Igor. He couldn't help but smile softly remembering the kid he had learnt to love as if he was his own son. 

Before entering the tent, he could hear Edlynn whispering some words in English. He supposed she'd be reading, as she used to do since he let her read the books freely. He had to wait outside to force himself to stop smiling like an idiot before entering. 

Edlynn raised her head and smiled softly when he entered the tent. In part, it was because of her he had had so much fun that day, he never guessed that teaching archery to a saxon girl could be that entertaining.

She was also tired. Her arms hurt and she only wanted to get into bed and sleep, but at the same time every time she closed her eyes, with her head leant on the soft pillows and inhaled Ivar's scent her mind went back to his hands around her waist, his breath on her neck and the soft whispers with which he had guided her. She even remembered the small smile she had seen on his face when she had finally managed to struck the tree and her cheeks would redden. Now, seeing him entering the tent leant onto his crutch with clouded eyes from drinking so much mead, laughing with his brother and even letting himself take a nap next to the fire, made her heart beat faster again. 

"How are you, princess?" the playful tone made her nearly sigh in relief. He was still in a good mood.

"Tired" she muttered "But fine, it was... Interesting, to use a bow" 

Ivar hummed softly, sitting down on the bed as Edlynn closed the huge book she had on the bed, leaning to leave it on the floor, next to the bed, she kneeled behind him and watching him as he fiddled with the braces. She bit her lip, not knowing what to say but wanting to keep talking to him. 

"The men were quite impressed with you" he said, not looking at her "A shame we don't have time, I'm sure we could turn you into a fine shieldmaiden" 

Edlynn tried to hide her excited smile. 

"Really?" 

This time Ivar turned around a bit. His amazing eyes fixed on her curving lips before landing on her eyes. 

"Yes, I think you have potential, it would be though, we'd have to work a lot with those little arms and small hands, but we could do something" he shrugged "But we can't, you're too eager to go back to your castle, your husband and your dresses"

Her smiled faded slowly as he turned away once again. It was true she really wanted to see and hug Mildrith, Hilda, Edward and her father, but at the same time, she didn't want to say goodbye to Ivar. 

At first, she had been scared, even tried to run thinking those heathens would torture and kill her, remembering all those stories she had heard about the ruthless Ivar the Boneless. But that playful, blue-eyed northman that she had seen giggling with his brother, telling stories about his Gods and who had guided her until she had finally succeeded with the bow didn't look like the monster they described on their stories. It was almost human; a human with his own beliefs and ambitions that wasn't so different from all those men she had met in England. 

"Lord Edmund is not..."

"Not your husband yet, I know, princess" he chuckled "But he will be soon, right? Even if I would advise you to reconsider that marriage, taking in consideration that he didn't came to this camp to cut my head off for taking his woman" 

Edlynn chuckled. She knew Lord Edmund couldn't really make that decision, besides, she didn't expect him to risk his life for a woman he just met. 

"I can't reconsider anything, actually" she smiled sadly "It wasn't my decision" 

Ivar raised his eyebrows, nodding slowly. Then he moved to take off his clothes, and Edlynn looked away with her cheeks flushed. 

"If I was your father, then, I wouldn't give my daughter to a man that wouldn't die for her" 

"I can't ask him that" she smiled, his words warmed her heart "He barely knows me" 

"Wouldn't you prefer to marry someone you loved?" Ivar got rid of his shirt, and Edlynn couldn't help but take a look of the dark lines of his back, shaped like a snake. 

"I..." she frowned "I will learn to love him, he's... He's good, a good man, he's nice and handsome and... I'm lucky that he chose me, I know many women that had to marry old men that didn't treat them well... Also, I don't know anyone who married for love" she chuckled. With time, she convinced herself that love was built, not found. All those tales Hilda had told her when she was little were fantasy. 

"I married for love" Ivar muttered, almost like he didn't mean for Edlynn to hear "I did love the woman I married"

She felt as if someone had kicked her chest. Suddenly, she stopped looking at him and felt stupid for even feeling sad about the fact that he had a wife. Of course he had a wife. 

Ivar groaned as he laid on the bed, covering his legs with the furs and closing his eyes as he relaxed against the pillows. 

"I didn't know you were married"

Ivar opened his eyes, looking up with what she could describe as a heartbroken expression. 

"I was" he muttered "Some time ago" 

Edlynn tilted her head with curiosity. 

"What happened to her?" she almost felt bad for asking, but Ivar didn't seem to mind. 

"She died" his jaw clenched "She betrayed me and she died"

"And... how was she?" 

"She was... Beautiful" he almost smiled, and Edlynn bit her lip, looking down "She looked like Freyja, she was blonde and had blue eyes" 

The opposite of me, she thought, and immediately felt stupid for even thinking it. 

"She sounds pretty" she smiled softly, hating that sad look on his eyes. Ivar then turned his head to look at her, and blinked slowly, almost like he was realizing something. 

"I've only loved three women in my life" he shrugged "And one of them was my mother" 

His face contorted again, almost like it pained him to think about her. 

"And who was the other one?" 

Ivar's lips curved on a smile. 

"The mother of my child" he muttered "She was a princess, like you, but she was mysterious while you are not" he chuckled. Edlynn glared at him, but ignored his comment once again. 

"I'm not a princess, though" 

"Because you don't want to" he shrugged "You could be a princess, even a queen, if you wanted to, you are pretty enough to conquer a king" 

"Me?" Edlynn giggled, blushing softly "No, I don't think so" 

"You would be a good queen" he insisted "You're strong and smart, you respect people" Ivar nodded.

"I still need to find a king" she shrugged "Still pretty impossible" 

"Lord Edmund could be your king" Ivar pronounced her betrothed's name mockingly, as always. 

"No" Edlynn shook her head "He's handsome, brave and good, but he couldn't be my king, nor my prince, I'd have to find another" 

The intensity of Ivar's gaze burned her skin. Edlynn looked away, and moved to lay down and rest her head on the pillows, sticking to her side of the bed as she always did. 

"I never knew my mother" she muttered, changing the topic before the tension on the tent escalated too much "She died not long after I was born... She was from Ireland, from a place called Dubh Linn, have you heard about it?" 

Ivar nodded slowly. His people had raided that place more than once.

"So she wasn't a saxon?" 

Edlynn shook her head. 

"Her father brought her here when his lands were taken from him, trying to procure a good future for her and marry her to a lord, my father asked for her hand... At least, that's what they always told me" she shrugged "Father always said I have her hair, and that I look like her... I think that's why he didn't want to raise me when she died, I think it was painful for him... But I can't complain, Hilda is great" Edlynn groaned and rubbed her eyes when she realized she was talking a lot "Please, forgive me, I talk too much" 

"No, it's fine" Ivar shook his head with a soft voice, he had turned to look at her, and he felt like he was looking at a goddess. Maybe it was the mead, maybe the exhaustion, but he couldn't help but move a bit closer to her. 

"My mother died too" he added "She was killed" he clenched his fists in rage "She always cared for me, she always protected me, even when my father wasn't there" he had a small, sad smile on his lips as he remembered the, sometimes suffocating, love his mother had showed him "And I miss her everyday" 

Edlynn nodded. Even if she didn't remember her mother, she also missed her. And in some way she wished she could have had such a relationship with her, maybe she would have been able to explain to her what was that thing she felt, laying down on a northmen's bed and looking at him closely. 

"You and I aren't so different, then" she pointed out, smiling softly. Was it her or they were closer now?

"I suppose we are not" the thought seemed to amuse him "Even if we worship different Gods and speak different languages" 

When Ivar turned his head again, Edlynn was so close he could feel her quick breathing on his lips. It was nearly as intoxicating as the mead he had drank. 

Ivar's hand reached to caress her hair, making Edlynn shudder and gasp, almost like she realized what she was doing. 

"Is it not... Inappropriate to be so close to a heathen, princess?" he teased a bit, enjoying the way her cheeks turned red once again. 

"At this point..." she sighed, barely able to think about anything that wasn't Ivar "I don't really care" 

That made him laugh and his grip on her hair tightened. Edlynn wasn't lying, she couldn't think about God or anything that weren't his blue eyes and his lips parted. Without even thinking about it, she leant in while closing her eyes, and didn't stop until she felt his warm lips against hers. 

Edlynn had never kissed anyone, unlike Mildrith and some of the girls at the court, that were stolen a kiss or two in the stables or in a hidden corner of the castle. She never looked at the boys, too occupied with her books, her prayers and other important things. But she could understand now what the priests meant when they talked about temptation. Ivar's lips were addictive, better than anything she had ever tasted, and ignited something inside her that she couldn't recognize. 

The kiss was slow, passionate but also shy. They stopped kissing for a moment, but she had barely opened her eyes when Ivar's hand cupped her neck, his thumb caressing her cheek softly before he leant in again. And Edlynn had to put her hand on his warm chest to balance herself, moving her lips against his and leaning more and more into him, feeling like she would die if she wasn’t as close to him as possible. 

When they finally broke the kiss, none of them opened their eyes. Ivar was panting, one hand secured against her neck, to keep her lips close to his, and the other one had landed on her waist when she had leant into him almost straddling his waist, and his heart was beating so fast it was almost scary. Her forehead leant into his and Ivar sighed. It had been a long time since he had felt that warmth inside him. 

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[cocopineo]

3:30 AM

Having a baby for the first time isn't an easy task. After having their little girl Za'Niyah it leaves Seraphina becomes frazzled. Noticing his wife's worries Xiang decides to talk to her on it.

✾ Rating: Everyone (tho a lil suggestive near the end)

✾Type: Fluff/Straight Up Tooth Rottening Fluff (very)

Word Count: 1000+

✾Characters: Xiang belongs to @princesscallyie, Seraphina and Za'Niyah belong to me

✾Author's Note: First Future AU fic y'all. I wanted to write some Hexpanda fluff (self indulgent ngl 💀)

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Everything was quiet in the Akande household...almost too quiet. Xiang awoke from his slumber looking at the bright clock reading "3:30 AM". Looking to his right he noticed the absence of his wife. Letting out a groan he sluggishly got himself up and trudged to the nursery. Sera had been doing this for the past couple of months ever since their little one came into the world. It wasn't even when Za'Niyah would fuss wanting to feed or in need of a diaper change. Sera would go to her little nursery when she was sound asleep and stay there making sure her baby was well and safe.

Xiang wasn't bothered by her checking up on the little one, but seeing as she continuously did it until the crack of dawn it left her exhausted. She had broken the number one rule when Za'Niyah was born to not exhaust herself. He created a whole schedule for night shifts on taking care of Za'Niyah, but Sera had let Xiang sleep through the days he was to care for her. Sure he coulda stopped her anytime and he knew about it, but he wanted to see how long she'd go and to put it simply she went way too far.

Xiang stood at the door seeing his wife peer over the little one's crib and noticed her mumbling under her breath.

"4,800." She mumbled while counting it in her fingers.

"Phina." Xiang mumbled groggily.

Startled, Seraphina called a bolt of hot pink energy shot from her finger. The bolt hit her daughter's mobile causing the stars and moon to float into the air forming a galaxy.

"Shoot."

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Seraphina quickly waved her finger counter clockwise undoing her transformation, and quickly swiveled her head to see her daughter still sound asleep.

"Xiang you can't do that, I coulda blast our little angel! Who knows I could have turned her into a slug Not to mention you made me lose my breathe count she's at 4,800 at the moment that could be 4,880 now." Seraphina whispered loudly.

Xiang quirked an eyebrow and walked toward her. He wrapped his strong arms around her and looked down at her with a straight face.

"Yes you could have but you coulda easily turned her back. Though I find it more surprising that my wife has been here for the past...well 3 months hogging our little one at night.-"

"Xiang-"

"And also getting a lack of sleep not letting me take the night shift so she can get some well deserved rest. Also Sera why are you spending two hours checking her breathe count she is healthy. The doctor said so from yesterday's check up don't worry so much love." Xiang interrupted her protest and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

Here she was pushing herself to the bone, just like how she was when they were teenagers.

He lifted her chin up and gave her a tired smile.

"Always so stubborn. Sera you know you don't have to take care of Za'Niyah alone right. I'm here and I wanna make sure she and especially you are healthy and happy. She is my daughter too." He said looking at her lovingly.

Seraphina nuzzled into his neck and grumbled. She puffed her cheeks out and glared at him

"I knew it was too good to be true to get past you. Darn...smart-handsome...okay I can't come up with anything, but damn you I was trying to get away with this." Her cheeks puffed up more while she huffed and she crossed her arms in Xiang's hold.

They stood there for a moment basking in the domesticity. They both looked at their sleeping baby. She looked like a perfect mix of them but Xiang's features stuck out more. Especially the eyebrows. She was only four months but her personality was already coming through. Seraphina nuzzled more into Xiang's neck basking in his warmth as she tapped her fingers on his chest. It felt odd to have such warm and tender moments, not that Sera didn't want these moments. It was with the person she crushed and pinned for, and after everything that happened. The situation only brought them closer and somehow they were able to continue growing and even start a family. She fixated on his wedding ring as she was being held in his embrace. Being the sensitive that she is, Sera sniffled a little in his shoulder feeling a tear fall down.

"I'm sorry I just wanted you to get your rest. You help so much around here. I just don't want you working so hard." She mumbled.

Xiang cupped her face and stared at her, wiping her tears away. He felt a little warmth rise in his heart, he thought even having a kid just made her more pretty.

"Sera honey no need to cry or apologize. I just want to make sure we're working together to give Za'Niyah...and potentially our other kids a good life. You're doing great Phina I couldn't ask anymore from you, besides our little Gōngzhǔ is getting stronger each day." He gave her a gentle kiss and another. After a couple more kisses he gently gave Za'Niyah a kiss on the cheek and rubbed it softly with his knuckle.

Sera followed his action and both of them let out a small giggle. Sleepiness was edging it's way to the couple as they felt their eyes grow heavy. Maybe it was time to leave the nursery and get some shut eye before sunrise.

"Now come back to bed it's almost 4 and she's gonna wake up anytime soon. We can discuss what we'll do in the morning about the baby situation.Besides you're in a bit of trouble." Xiang gave a little growl, hooking his finger in the loops of her robe dragging her from the nursery. Letting Za'Niyah get some peace and quiet. Seraphina being oblivious stopped mid track in the hallway wondering what he meant.

"Trouble-I thought I was okay?" She looked at him worried.

It was endearing how a straight A student from birth to now couldn't pick up on his small flirts. Though maybe that's what made it better. Xiang gave a lustful look while kissing her hand, earning a meep from his wife.

"Xiang." Seraphina felt her body get hot and felt a hand near her bottom. Xiang gave a lustful look while kissing her hand, earning a meep from his wife.

Xiang leaned in for a kiss until a wail was heard through the house. Za'Niyah had woken up, Sera gave a weak laugh and slumped on his shoulder. As Xiang could only give a sigh to the current situation. Seraphina pecked his cheek and pinched his cheek groggily smiling.

"Maybe another time Papa Bear."