#wow he really became so strong huh?

[sparklee-gem]

I hope you don’t mind me adding onto this but I have some thoughts about this and Yugi’s growth as a whole.

As a certified Yugihead(tm) myself, I always get frustrated when people don’t acknowledge his strength yes, but I feel like that’s not what’s happening here.

You have to remember that yes while Yugi was the one who introduced dueling to his friends, every MAJOR duel was handled by Yami, or “The Other Yugi” from the very beginning. Against Kaiba, against Pegasus, against Marik,/ Yami Marik, Yami Bakura, etc etc, it was always with Yami front and center. We as the audience know that Yugi contributed with strategies, and helps Yami a lot with pointers or advice, outside of that all people see is Yami because, well, they can’t hear or see Yugi. Hell even the one time he dueled on his own was not witnessed by anyone other than Yami Bakura, and through an entirely different puzzle game against Otogi.

I don’t think it’s incorrect to acknowledge that what Yugi was lacking was confidence, and like it’s a pretty big thing that he’s physically weak, but has a sharp mind and a strong heart. These things don’t always get him out of a tough battle though, and in the earlier battles we see even his mental state can’t hold up to certain duels, where he faints or gets drained very easily. (Though he becomes more and more involved which hints at how he catches up to Yami’s level.) Even Yugi admits that he feels weak and unable to stand on his own without Yami.

I think this scene is more the culmination of his growth: his friends are recognizing that he doesn’t need Yami to frontman his duels anymore; that Yugi is actually doing the opposite where *he’s* dueling for *Yami.* They see him, they see that even in Yami’s absence (“The long silence in Yugi’s heart… has made him grow up!”) he is able to stand on his own and doesn’t need Yami to handle his duels for him anymore. It’s actually a really great duel cuz I feel like it illustrates that Yugi was at a level where yeah, he’s Yami’s equal, both skill and confidence, and I love that his friend’s are witnessing his growth, to recognize he’s a great duelist, ancient spirit guidance not necessary.

Maybe I give them too much credit, but I feel like his friends have always seen the strong hearted person that he is, that’s why they became close after all! He’s just got the confidence they know he deserves now :]

ngl this pisses me off more than a little bit. i know yugi's played off as a wimp and a baby or whatever while yami yugi is so cool and swag but. yugi has always been a strong duelist? why are they shocked? he's the one who introduced duel monsters to everyone, he lives at a game shop with his grandpa. he's always had a strong will and is determined no matter what, ever since s0/beginning of the manga as a whole. he's determined that jou will be his friend and do the right thing, he sticks up for jou despite having been bullied by him, he solved the millennium puzzle completely by himself and never gave up. yugi has definitely grown up more thanks to their adventures and living with his other self, but he wasn't a super mega baby in constant need of saving beforehand. his friends really do not respect him at all until yami comes around and then once yami is forcefully taken, yugi proves his strength, and they're like "oh wow he's strong now!!!" HE'S BEEN STRONG!!!

[rafeandonlyrafe]

best friends dad

words: 500

warnings: 18+ only!, extreme age gap!, dub/NONCON!!, aged up!rafe, husband! and father!rafe, cheating, reader is described as barely 18, rafe is readers best friends dad, daddy kink, over clothes sex, cumming in pants, threats (including of falsely accusing of r*pe)

part one / part two / part three

“s-stop it.” rafe says, but instead of his hands trying to push you off his lap, they stay planted firmly on your hips.

“why should i stop?” you hum. “you know i can feel how hard you are, right?”

“you’re my daughters best friend, we-we can’t be doing this.” rafe is struggling to keep his eyes open. he hasn’t felt this kind of pleasure in years, as his marriage stretched out longer and became unhappy, as his kids grew up.

“wow, no thought of your wife huh?” you giggle. your best friend already told you everything. every little details of her parents fighting, not realizing why you were so interested.

“please. you’re too young.” rafe begs. technically legal, sure, but barely, with rafe being over twice your age, only a few years younger than your own father.

“you’re big and strong. if you wanted me to really stop, you would just force me off.” you continue to grind down, your shorts and his khakis separating you, but you can feel his straining length easily.

“this is not appropriate.” rafe groans out, his hands squeezing tighter at your hips.

“but you love it.” you smirk, moving faster, adding a slight bounce to your grind. “you love how young i am. it gets you off.” “what do you want from me?” rafe asks, a few moans slipping out of his mouth.

“i want you to fuck me, duh.” you roll your eyes like its obvious. you tug at your shirt, already low cut, typical revealing outfit that you always wear when you know your best friends dad will be around.

rafe doesn’t respond, his eyes half open, attempting to watch as you tug the front of your shirt down to reveal your bra, lacey and tight to your skin, nipples clearly poking through. 

“come on, daddy.” you coo. “i want your cock.”

“fuck!” rafe shouts out, praying no one is listening, especially not his daughter. “i’m cumming!”

you grind harder, with more determination as you feel rafe soak his pants. you smile, pulling back to look down at the dark patch in his previously pristine pants.

“damn, you like being called daddy then huh?” you giggle, leaning forward to press a kiss to rafes lips, his mouth still open, jaw slackened as he breathes heavily.

“you need to leave, right now.” he manages to push you off now that his head isn’t being overrun by pleasure.

“i don’t think so.” you shake your head as he places you down on the couch. “you got to cum, but i didn’t. so you better figure out if you wanna use your tongue or your fingers to get me there.” “we’ve already done too much, this will not be happening again.” rafe argues, even as his eyes skim over your still exposed bra, memorizing every detail and swirl of the lace.

“oh, but it will.” you smirk. “otherwise i will tell your daughter everything. maybe your wife too. go running to her and tell her how big mean rafe forced himself onto me.” “you wouldn’t.” rafe looks at you with a different view now, no longer seeing you as the innocent best friend of his daughter who would come over for playdates.

“i would.” you open your legs, spreading them wide. “now get to work.”

read part two here

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[phyrestartr]

Divine Favour | Sukuna x Kitsune!Reader (Pt.2) NSFW

W/C: 3.2k #NSFW, THEY FUCKIN', bottom!reader, top!sukuna, mild yuuji/reader, yuuji and gang are v early 20s, heian sukuna, male reader, typical kitsune shapeshifting, canon typical violence, morally grey reader, sukuna ignores feelings through the force of sheer willpower, unhealthy relationships, power imbalance, dubcon elements, blood as lube (SORRY), Sukuna unhinged horknee, ABO elements

A/N: I wanted to make this include more parts, but I am so flabbergasted and in awe of the response to this fic that I feel the need to feed y'all feral creatures LMAO. JKJK but 👀 Thank you for all the feedback and support! It really gives me the motivation to continue writing and to interact with the JJK community. I'm having a lot of fun!

tags: @kamote-kuneho @kamote-kuneho @nyanwko @kamote-kuneho @better-imagination-9 @3zae-zae3 @chibiduck @kiiyoooo @lukaijah

“What the fuck is this?” Sukuna drawled, an intense fury simmering through his being. His gaze couldn't tear free from you, not even to size up the blindfolded weirdo watching him intently. 

He shattered the coffin, freeing you from the makeshift cursed bath some freak had forced you into. He smoothed damp hair from your sickly face and searched for sparks of life somewhere in the cold stillness that'd overtaken you. And there was something. He found it, a little glimmer of vitality in the smallest, shakiest inhale. 

“Good,” he praised, brushing your hair back more and more to get a better look at your face. You looked like the frail little thing he saved all those decades ago.

“You know,” Gojo interrupted, but Sukuna paid him no mind, “If I didn't know any better, I'd think you actually cared about that kitsune.” 

“Then you don't know what this is,” Sukuna decided blandly. “Figures.” Kenjaku kept him off the record, huh? Guess that's a bonus.

“Oh? Do you wanna enlighten me before Yuuji comes back?” Gojo smiled, as if he really expected Sukuna to play nice and be honest with him. “Come on, come on, it's your chance to be vulnerable~” 

“Tch. Pretty damn sure the fox'll be the one to tell you.” His hand smoothed over your stomach and rubbed slow, gentle circles against your skin as reverse technique sought to bring you all back to him. “He yaps about as much as your insufferable ass does. Granted, he talks a lot nicer.” 

“Wow, rude.” Gojo sighed and clapped twice as if clapping on a light. “Okay! I've had enough bullying. Yuuji–” 

“Brat, don't you fucking dare–” 

Yuuji inhaled sharply. He blinked owlishly at your calmed expression, your eyes now closed and breathing now steadied thanks to Sukuna's aid. 

Aid. That wasn't something the king did. 

“Sensei,” Yuuji managed, voice quivering under the weight of memories’ emotion. “Can you fix this?”

Somehow, you were stuck in the throes of flirtation with the malevolent king of curses. 

“It may be courtship,” Uraume guessed, soft smile brightening their cold exterior. 

(They'd been smiling more recently, actually, ever since you completed that overcoat and presented it to them. Nary a day went by when they did not don the sentimental garb.)

But you weren't so sure; the event of courtship was serious business across all lucid creatures. Animals and creatures of primal existence sought out partners with favorable genes and strong constitution, whereas humans and the like yearned for merit or love in their coupling. You didn't quite grasp the way humans thought. Not yet. 

Well, save for flirting. You decided it was a sort of pre-courtship where nothing became serious and nothing was on the line, but frivolous touches and haughty words of praise ran rampant when those concerned crossed paths. 

Much like today.

(Much like the days before and after.)

You walked along the stone-paved path most mornings, lost in thoughts and mumbling to yourself bits and pieces of poems. Most were unfinished, but in their own time, verses would find one another and complete the incomplete. 

A groggy yawn hummed from the palace entrance. And moments later, Ryoumen Sukuna fell into step with you, grumbling and mumbling complaints about the nippy Spring morning while he tucked his arms away into his sleeves. 

He followed you, idly looking around the expansive space you'd helped curate and maintain when you weren't busying yourself with the girls or decorating clothing. The gardens weren't a mess before, not at all, but now they had a certain taste–trees and flowers were planted with specificity, stones were moved, paths reworked. You took the outside over completely. The king didn't mind. 

“Sukuna-sama,” you said, voice melting in kind with the morning frost. “I'll need to leave for a short while.” 

Sukuna quirked a brow and looked at you. You gazed upon the large, thick koi flashing their beautiful scales and ornate patterns of orange and white as they swam and followed you. Tch. How come even the fish were drawn to you? 

“And how do you think you'll accomplish that?” Sukuna tossed a rock into the koi pond, making the fish scatter. “Getting away from me isn't something you can do.”

You huffed and looked at him. “I understand. I simply seek your permission.” 

“Denied.”

“Ah.” You deadpanned. “Why?”

“You're mine; I decide where you go, how you breathe, if you eat. Or are you forgetting that?” 

You sighed and let your ears droop sadly with your tails. “Surely you jest.” 

“Are you laughing?”

You whined like a sad, sad street pup before cozying up to him, slipping your hands up his stomach and chest like you were supposed to. “Please?” 

“No.” 

You chittered and pressed your face against him, but didn't protest and complain much more. 

Sukuna’s thoughts whirled. The show was amusing, sure, but you didn't do anything without reason, especially when it had to do with breaking character and acting out like this out of–

Oh? 

Sukuna leaned down and sniffed you, searching for the intriguing coil of flowery citrus he nearly missed on the warming breeze. It was so, so faint, but decadent and alluring in a way that made the master of toxins cautious–most poisons tasted sweet, after all. 

You pulled your head back, shrinking down the slightest bit with your ears flattened against your skull. Your eyes, wide as a full moon, stared up at him, expectant. The touch of your hands on him never left, though.

“Brassavola nadosa.” Sukuna tilted his head. “You smell like it.” 

You blinked curiously, relaxing. “Is that so?” 

We don't have that orchid in the garden. Sukuna hummed and lifted a lock of your hair, catching another weak waft of the flower's faint scent. 

It's coming from him, then. Hm. 

“Tell me again why you want to leave the palace?” Sukuna asked on a hunch.

And that hunch doubled down when you fidgeted with the cloth of his haori and looked aside. 

“I wish to bear children," you admitted, shy and quiet. "To try, at the very least. Perhaps find a mate, too.” 

Children. You wanted children. After everything those sorcerers put you through for who knows how many years, you still wanted to mother a runt of your own. And you were willing to run off into the wild to, what, let some random man knock you up? Fill you with seed of unknown origin, unknown value, unknown potential?

Sukuna's ego flared. He leaned down to you, tilting your chin up to make you look him in the eyes regardless how small you felt in that moment. He deserved to witness you. You deserved to witness him. 

“You're not leaving,” he breathed, and he swore he could hear your heart break. “If you want a brat, you'll get a brat–only if you stay here 'n give up on those shitty thoughts of finding a sire out there.”

Your eyes scanned his face, tracing over serious lines and honest creases. Clearly, you searched for an answer–

“How?” 

–one that Sukuna didn’t have. Or maybe he did. Perhaps he just couldn't find the words for it. 

He scoffed and ruffled up your hair, unable to answer you. “You're not leaving. Not unless I say so.” 

The first time he let you go, he left scars. 

He found you in your chambers come early evening. Your tails swished and flicked as you sat amidst a nest of his robes and the missing linens from his chambers while you futzed over the embroidery of another haori, this time adorning the plain thing with the darkest scarlet one could find. Sukuna could already guess why. 

Your being burns as wildfires do. Lively. Emphatically. Devouring more and more so long as the earth lets you. Yet where you do not lay ruin, you grant warmth and light in a divine way. Wildfires are not such horrible things if one stays a respectable ways away. 

Your poetic nonsense irritated him to no end, but he fell enamored all the same; you spoke to honor him with every utterance of his name. You didn't try to kiss his feet nor did you bask him in compliments–you only spoke into existence that which hummed through your mind, unprovoked. It just so happened to be everything Sukuna liked to hear. 

So when he found you secluded away, beckoning so sweetly with intoxicating scents of citrus and gardenia, what choice did he have but to lay claim, to give you the brat you so sorely yearned for?  

You sensed him. Your gaze flicked to him, stoic and unmoved as ever, as the energy in the room built into suffocating silence, something like tectonic plates caught in deadlock, holding their disastrous energy, waiting for the right moment to devastate the world with a single, cataclysmic shift.

And of course, it was the impatient predator that moved first, setting a catastrophe into motion. 

The hours blurred together. 

Every minute of the chase was thrilling, invigorating, surprising–you were filled with tricks and traps, never slowing down for a second to think or doubt as the beast of a sorcerer pursued you through his palace, through the city below, and now into the looming forest in the mountains. 

Admittedly, he'd gotten carried away. He lost himself in the rush of it all, the adrenaline and pure, destructive desire pushed his self-control into unraveling just the slightest bit; honest attacks tore through space and time, hoping to maim and cripple you if they were to hit. And, honestly, the way you avoided his attempts to strike you down enthralled him as much as it enraged him–he was seconds away from unleashing his domain until a less-than-satisfying ripple of cursed energy tore across your thigh and put you down.

It was then, walking up to you, to his prey, that Sukuna remembered you weren't a sorcerer. Most would be able to stand and walk it off, maybe even heal with reverse technique, but you could only grasp at your weeping wound and grimace. Because you were not a sorcerer, you were a kitsune: a trickster, a creature full of mischief and void of cursed energy. 

Yokai. Not a human. Not a curse. Not like the rest of the boring souls wandering his earth. 

Sukuna pinned you the second you tried to make a break for it. Fangs and claws gnashed and tore into him while his hands strained to keep you down and rip those damn clothes free from your burning skin. 

Mating's never a pretty thing when it comes to nature. Humans like you made it something more.

Sukuna clasped a hand over your mouth and forced his weight onto you, ripping reedy yowls from your core as you twisted and turned, primal mind urging you to run, run, run, don't make this easy, make him prove his worth–

Rip.

Ribbons of what were once your robes fluttered to the ground, useless and unsalvageable. They were plain black, so unlike what you usually wore. You wouldn't miss them. 

“Make this as difficult as you want, pet,” Sukuna whispered as he loomed over you. His hand slid from your mouth to your throat when you stilled.  

“You know how this ends.” 

His pants were pulled down while another hand wiped slippery blood against your pliant entrance–and that was the only warning you got before he pushed into you. 

Where you should have screamed, you instead sighed. Your back arched off the ground like a work of art. Two hands gave up on holding you down in favour of gripping your waist and hips, pulling you closer to him, forcing you flush against his body. 

He noticed it then: a litany of old scars and discoloured marks shining against your skin. Marks left by those who did not deserve to taste such a delicacy. 

Unsightly.

Blood painted the grass. Cleaves and slashes ate away at those tainted scars, painting over the ugliness left hidden for too long–now, his marks would decorate you. Now, those hidden scars would mean something. They’d mean everything. 

Yet Sukuna's selfish maiming wasn't fitting the bill, and your antsy-ness was proof of it. You tried for the last time to pull from him, but his grip tightened around your throat. You gazed at him, then, eyes so wide and hungry, eager to fight or fuck–whichever came first. 

He braced over you and nearly winced as he dragged out of your suffocating heat. A sharp snap back inside loosened you, the glide of blood and slick aiding him. 

“I'll take you the way you need it,” he drawled as he built the pace quickly, already feeling his own obsession and excitement reverberating through his body, filling every fibre of muscle with electricity.

“Then,” he growled, leaning closer to your face. “I'll fuck you the way you want it.”

“More,” you sighed, digging your nails into the pillow you had your face buried in while the beast fucked you from behind. Sukuna groaned in compliance and lanced into your guts deeper, harder, faster than before–you were the only one that could handle the brutal way he let loose, and he was more than willing to indulge in that privilege. 

The hands all over you rose to the occasion, too; one had your tails fisted in his ruthless grasp, rudely holding you still and pulling you back against his hips; another rested on the curve of your ass, only moving to give a sharp slap or to knead your soft, perfect skin; the last two held your hips in a crushing force, his calloused fingers digging into your plush sides and sharp hip bones like you might disappear at any second. 

A sharp, sweet whine signaled the beginning of the end, as did the restless fidgeting and shifting in the king's grasp. Seeing you, a poised, powerful, mischievous being, come undone beneath him came to be one of Sukuna’s favourite sights, especially knowing it could only be because of him--only him. 

He leaned over you, his heavy chest pressing into your back as one hand released your waist in favour of fisting in your hair and tugging your head back and out of the futon you so desperately clung to. 

“Ah-ah,” he scolded breathily. “No hiding.” It was a familiar sentiment, one he had no problem reminding you of now and again. You had a horrible habit of trying to vanish when overwhelmed, after all. 

“Terrible beast,” you snapped back, scoffing indignantly when the deep bassy laugh of the man rolled through your body. “Horrible.” 

“You love it,” Sukuna growled back, grinning through every word. 

Something about it clearly struck a chord with you, judging by how fast you choked on your voice and came undone, legs trembling and body tightening around the too-big intrusion. The king groaned and bit at your neck, licking whatever blood beaded at the surface in between rushed, hushed words of praise for you and your efforts–most, if they heard the things he said, would call it out of character for the beast. Most didn't get to see beyond his raw power and crippling cruelty, however. 

Sukuna grunted and spilled inside you, pulling you back by your hair, hips and tail to ensure he forced every bit of his offerings deep into your core. Your body rocked and twitched against his, accepting all he had to offer you at the end of yet another coupling, before he let go of your locks and let you collapse face-first into the futon. 

He pulled out slowly, watching as every inch slipped from your abused hole before popping free and uncorking a dribble of whiteness from inside. He tutted and scooped it up with two fingers before stuffing it back in. 

“Oi, oi, are you even trying to keep it in?” He teased, smirking as you huffed. 

“You've exhausted me. I have no energy to attempt the impossible,” you lamented, nuzzling your nose further into the soft sheets smelling of cedar and fresh blooms–something so uniquely Sukuna. 

Your king sighed and gave your ass a firm few pats. “Guess I'll have to spoil you even more.” He settled onto his back and easily pulled you onto him, yanking you up to straddle his waist right where that second mouth laid open and eager to taste you. 

“This is uncouth,” you sighed. But you rocked back against the thick, heavy tongue pressing into your pliant heat, licking deep into you with a mind and hunger of its own. 

“Seems couth enough for you,” he commented, watching you ride his centre with rapt attention. “Little harlot's getting off on this, hey? Such a needy little brat.” 

His hands smoothed up and down your legs and sides as you shamelessly chased a second high. Your hands clasped over his as he took you into his hand and stroked you back to ample stiffness, the soreness of too many rounds of fucking making you far too sensitive to touch. 

“S-Sukuna-sama,” you stammered. “I can't–”

Sukuna's head tilted with a pleased smirk. “Ho? I thought you wanted to bear children? Are my offerings not enough for you?” 

You scrunched your face up into something of a prissy glare, but the shine clinging to your lashes and the shuddering of your body against his betrayed your crumbling demeanor. Of course, he was impressed with how his fox was fairing considering everything he put you through. 

He maneuvered you onto your back, grinning as you growled and weakly struggled against him. You looked perfect–stomach swollen, hair fanned out behind you, eyes teary but unable to tear away from the creature that’d tormented you for hours upon hours with no desire to give you a break. 

“Greedy god,” Sukuna lamented. One hand came to rest on your bruised neck again, fitting around so perfectly. “Nothing’s ever fucking good enough for you.” 

“You are.” 

That gave Sukuna pause. He stared down at you, all eyes looking over you with rapt attention as he tried to think. Tried to understand. Tried to parse those words and uncover what exactly you tried to convey. 

But it didn't click. 

“Tch. You're lucky I'm a generous god,” he scolded, releasing you from your torment in favour of collapsing down beside you for some much-needed rest. Not only did your beautiful body wear him out (not that he'd admit it), but your whimsical words wore his sanity thin. The worst part was you didn't even intend to damage him so. 

“I am truly honoured to merely be in your presence,” Your voice, light and dreamy as petals fluttering, laughed, and Sukuna's soul did something odd. 

He stared at the ceiling as you shuffled beside him, quickly returning to his side, donned in one of his haori and determined to make a comfortable nest of blankets and clothes around you both for the rest of the night–ah, morning? Huh. What an ordeal. 

You curled up next to him, shoving your back firmly against his side the way you often did when resting as a fox, and Sukuna huffed. 

“Turn to me,” he commanded, and you obeyed. 

He, too, turned to face you to envelope your lithe form with invincible arms and divine protection. Your soft purrs rolled through him, settling his wild spirit into a lazy tempo of an early morning stroll through a garden filled with one sort of white orchid: 

Brassavola nadosa. “Lady of the Night.” Your calling card. Your divine essence.

"Brassavola nodosa (Lady of the Night) is a medium-sized epiphytic or lithophytic orchid species boasting extremely fragrant flowers throughout the year. The blossoms, 4 in. across (10 cm), emit a citrus fragrance at night. Each flower features long, slender, pale green or creamy-white sepals and petals and a large, heart-shaped lip sometimes adorned with purple or dark red spotting." - gardenia.net

[ettawrites]

Naruto Boys genin discovering that reader is a girl?

Did this take me an insane amount of time to finally write? Yes. Have I been depressed and high? Also yes. Anyways!! Sorry I’ve been dead for 2 months, I’m back 😊 enjoy!

Genin Naruto Boys Discorving You’re a Girl

Includes: Naruto, Sasuke, Shikamaru, Neji, and Rock Lee

Warning: some shadowing of misogyny/bad writing

Context: You are from a different village and are attending the chunin exam, you never disclosed your gender cause it wasn’t a huge deal to you, but pre puberty you were mistaken for a boy.

Naruto:

- he only found out cause you got kicked out of your motel room cause you had an arguement with the person who runs it

- You had befriended him when you first arrived and became friends as you thought he was funny (and kinda lonely.. and he followed you around and you felt bad)

- You had asked to stay at his apartment for just a couple days cause you were also mad at your teammates and sensei

- He had started to change in front of you and you shrieked for him to go to the bathroom

- He was dumbfounded, as it was normal for him to change in front of his guy friends

- When you started spewing out how it was inappropriate to change in front of the opposite gender his face was like a big “HUH”

- “But you’re a guy???”

- “No I’m not!”

- “Yes you are!”

- “I think I would know Naruto”

- His face is flushed and all he can do is let out a small “oh..”

- it was awkward for a couple minutes as he goes to the bathroom to change and when he comes back out he sits across from you on the floor

- As Naruto was as a genin, he was a bit insensitive and so so curious, he asked you a billion questions

- He didn’t really care that much, he still considered you a good friend and honestly was kinda happy you were a girl

- Admires you a whole bunch, considering how strong you were and that you were a girl and a girl and.. wow a girl, you’re a girl?

- Might develope a small (huge, majorly huge) crush on you

Sasuke

- hated that he admired you, you had saved him during the Forest portion of the Chunin exam

- You guys became somewhat friends outside the exam, and by friends I mean he had showed up where you were and kind of just lingered around like a creep

- Soon the lingering turned into small chit chat and then sparing with each other

- He had only found out you were a girl when he over heard your teammates talking about you

- He kept this information to himself, a bit astonished as he had just assumed you were a guy

- “So.. are you a girl?” He had asked mid spare, catching you off guard for a second

- “Yup”

- “Cool”

- And that’s how it went on the outside

- On the inside.. sasuke didn’t know how to feel, he was use to the girls in the village drooling all over him and here you were just his… friend? No weird intentions attached?

- It never was brought up again and Sasuke tried not to treat you lesser as he knew you could handle yourself

- But he did every so often stare intently at you, trying to find the “girl features”.

Shikamaru

- This know it all.. did not know

- Your dad was friends with his dad and you were staying with them for the duration of the chunin exam

- You and shikamaru haven’t met prior to this, via him not knowing your gender

- Obviously you guys become friends, as it was natural since he sees you everyday plus you were pretty funny

- You guys were walking around the village and you had asked to stop so you could use the bathroom

- When you started to walk into the women’s, he was shocked and grabbed at your arm to draw you back

- “That’s the girls?”

- “Yeah….?”

- He kinda just looked at you, taking in your confused expression and he let go of your arm and nodded

- “Oh..Kay..”

- when you came back out, you guys started walking again but you had realized the silence was much more awkward than it usually is

- “So… I’m a girl,” you explained, hands shoved in your pockets as you stared ahead

- He nodded, a bit upset with himself for never clueing in that you weren’t a boy

- How didn’t he know? He talked and saw you ever single day since you first arrived, he should’ve been the first to clue in

- “You don’t act like a girl, no offence,”

- “Sorry… I guess?”

- You guys just go back to your daily chit chat

- He will most definitely stay up late at night obsessing over how he didn’t know

- And also most definitely be intrigued and grow a teeny tiny crush on you…?

- Never brings it up though

Neji

- He had actually befriended your teammate first, your team and his team formed an alliance during the forest exam

- The boy genins were all planning on going to the offsprings and when he asked your teammates to tell you they brushed it off and said you won’t be going

- He got upset cause he thought they always threw you aside most of the time

- He had came up to you after your training session with your sensei and started talking about the offspring’s

- “Why are you… inviting me?”

- “Cause.. all the boys are going?”

- “I’m not a boy”

- All too formal Neji had his jaw to the floor

- He now realized why your teammates looked at him weird when he asked if you’d be coming to the offspring’s with them

- “Oh..that’s unfortunate..” he replied, stunned and embarrassed

- You kinda just gave him a weird look “me being a girl is unfortunate?”

- Cue Neji feeling overwhelmed and stupid and he’s just sputtering out non sense and just leaves

- He avoids you for a couple days

- Comes up to you and formally apologies

- both of you start to hang out and develop a friendship and every so often you tease him about mistakenig you for a boy

Rock Lee

- You had asked him to train you as you wanted to advance in Taijutsu (pretend he only got fucked up a lil during his fight with Gaara)

- The month leading up to the finals, you guys actually got along nicely

- You considered him one of your really good friends

- After a training session, you both went out to get some ice cream and were sitting on a bench just talking about random things

- Rock Lee started talking about Sakura and his big crush on her and asked if you liked anyone

- You had said you kinda found this boy intriguing

- He, completely innocent was like “okay! I didn’t know you swung that way,”

- “Wait what?”

- “Well you like the same gender…? it’s totally okay,”

- “I’m a girl,”

- Rock Lee just gave a awkward big smile as he looked at you and blinked

- “Wow!” He finally says after a couple minutes

- He goes back to eating his ice cream

- Is pretty much the chilliest out of the whole genin, he’s honestly good vibes all around

[anakinstwinklebunny]

Clayton beresford x Female hockey player headcanons? Please and thank you!

CLAYTON BERESFORD X F!HOCKEY PLAYER HEADCANONS ⛸️

TW: at some point it contains sexual content, so if you're sensitive to that or don't feel comfortable with it, please do not read it for your own safety and comfort. THIS IS AWFULLY SHORT FOR SOMEONE LIKE ME

Author's note: I was never really interested in hockey so it was new to make. Although I hope I got everything, and if I made a mistake, please accept my dearest apologies. Also I got A LOT Clayton requests and wow..you guys are the best

Clayton Beresford who spotted you at the hockey game;

Clayton never imagined he'd find himself at a hockey game, let alone a women’s hockey match. His close friend had practically dragged him along, insisting he come to support his girlfriend, who played for the local team. Clayton agreed, more out of loyalty to his friend than any real interest in the sport.

The game was intense, fast-paced, and full of energy—much more exciting than Clayton had expected. But it wasn’t the speed of the players or the roar of the crowd that caught his attention; it was you. First, he caught a glimpse of your eyes.. somehow..and he felt something he for the long time had not felt at all. A fluttering feeling escaped through his body, unlocking the almost forgotten cell to butterflies that made him feel nervous with a deep hint of excitement

Gosh, he was there before and it didn't end well. He promised himself to stay away from women...yet he couldn't help this. He felt powerless to the feeling. His jaw tightened

He was a damn CEO, Clayton Beresford..yet he couldn't control his feelings..

"Nice game, huh?" His friend broke him out of his thoughts with a gathering pack of his cigarettes to the woman's disgust at their left

"Sir, you can not smoke in here" she said as the man hold back an eye roll

Clayton Beresford who the same night was introduced to you by his friend;

After the game, Clayton couldn’t shake the image of you from his mind. As fate would have it, his friend introduced him to the team after the game. When it was your turn to shake his hand, Clayton was momentarily lost for words. Up close, you were even more impressive—strong, yet approachable, with a warmth in your eyes that contrasted with the fierce competitor he’d seen on the ice.

“You played an incredible game,” he finally managed to say, surprised by how genuinely he meant it. Although he made sure to tear his gaze away from you and quickly scann all the girls from your team, so it would look like he's talking about them all

“Thank you” you replied with a smile, feeling a weird fluttering in your chest

Gosh, you were there before..he's just a random man that happened to just squeeze your hand a bit too long and have this extremely handsome fa-- no, you promised yourself to never look at another man after things with Luca..you can't just fall for any other guy that just wanted to congratulate your team..you're better than that, y/n

Clayton Beresford who over the next few weeks, found excuses to attend more games. Each time, he stayed a little longer after the match, hoping for a chance to talk to you. And each time, you found yourself looking forward to seeing him again. There was something about him—his quiet confidence, his genuine interest in you as a person, not just as an athlete—that drew you in. Your conversations started simple, about the game or mutual friends, but soon they became more personal. Clayton was different from the usual crowd you attracted—more thoughtful, more introspective. He wasn’t intimidated by your success or your passion for hockey. Instead, he admired it, and that admiration slowly turned into something deeper.

Clayton Beresford who invited you to dinner (aka date) after months of relationship (just because he wasn't sure to trust you after an experience with Sam)

Clayton Beresford who after months of dating asked you to move to his penthouse

Clayton Beresford who was your number one, biggest fan. Always tried to appear at your every game and if he couldn't, which was very rare, he watched it on his computer during his work

Clayton Beresford who learned to love hockey, not just because of you, but because he saw how much it meant to you. And you, in turn, found yourself drawn into his world, supporting his endeavors with the same passion he showed for your career.

Clayton Beresford whose gentle, nurturing nature was the perfect counterbalance to your fiery determination on ice. He admired your determination and strength, while you appreciated his thoughtfulness and stability.

Clayton Beresford who had with you a special game-day ritual. Before every match, Clayton (sometimes..but often) made love to you in hotel room..just a quick stress reveal session;

Clay's lips devour yours, hungrily returning the passionate kiss as he presses you against the wall, his hands wandering your body possessively "you're gonna play good for me, right baby?"

"mhm--wanna make you proud"

Clay's lips trail down your throat, leaving a trail of fiery kisses, when he murmurs against your skin "I will be, I promise... just give me everything you've got...but I'm already the proudest I could be" his tone breathless

You grabbed his curls, pulling on them slightly as he thrusted into your tight entrance in and out

He groaned so sinfully after deepened kiss, his hands gripping your hips as he thrusts deeper, hitting that sweet spot "you'll make me so proud, baby. my perfect little athlete..."

His words did not help with overtaking feeling you felt that made you almost surrender to it to the point your eyes closed

his hips snapping against yours with a fierce intensity "open your eyes, baby... I want to see those pretty eyes when you come undone for me..."

"its--its hard--"

He smirks against your lips, his thrusts becoming more urgent as he reaches around and grabs your ass, pulling you closer to him "i know..but look at me, baby... I need to see those pretty eyes"

he lets out a low groan as he feels you give in to him, his hips never stopped moving as he continues driving into you "yes, baby-fuck, just like that...ya can feel how close you're making me feel, hm?"

just as you were about to speak, clay covers your mouth with his hand, his thumb pressing against your plump, almost swollen lower lip "shhh, baby...save it for when I tell you to scream."

Clayton Beresford who, after particularly tough games, takes charge of your recovery at home. He’ll run a hot bath, prepare a meal, and make sure you get a massage to ease your muscles.

Clayton Beresford who is your emotional anchor when things get intense or when the pressure gets too much

Clayton Beresford who often works out with you (mostly in the mornings). Whether it’s hitting the gym or going for runs. Although not always he wants to, his more of a guy who could sleep all day and waking up around 6am only to exercise is..not really pleasing for him

Clayton Beresford who has accepted this part of your life where you love the cold and winter sports. For him it wasn't so shocking (although he prefers more warm weather). But still, you two often go on winter getaways to ski resorts, where you spend time skiing, snowboarding, and enjoying cozy evenings by the fireplace.

Clayton Beresford who's there for you during recovery (when you're injured and etc). He's really helping you to stay positive during this time and ensuring you have everything you need

Clayton Beresford who often took you out for small (or bigger) dates in your both free schedule

Clayton Beresford who absolutely loved to tease you about most of the things

Clayton Beresford who often searched comfort in your presence

Clayton Beresford who once surprised you with custom-made hockey gear. He collaborated with a designer to create equipment that was not only high-quality but also personalized with little details that meant something to both of you—like your initials intertwined with his, or a small symbol representing your relationship engraved on the inside.

Clayton Beresford who has a special tradition for celebrating your victories. After every big win, he takes you to your favorite spot in the city—whether it’s a cozy café, a scenic overlook, or a hidden gem of a restaurant—where you can relax and bask in the glow of your success together. And if your team lose, he tries to keep you positive, not overthink it much and focus on what's important.

Clayton Beresford who is a soft dom (obviously) however he loves watching you ride him. Struggling sometimes to accommodate his thick member in your tight core

Clayton Beresford who you visit on random days at his workplace out of boredom

Clayton Beresford who proudly wears the jersey with your number during games

Clayton Beresford who often got irritated at paparazzi that usually follow you two when you're in public, as people that just want to spend time with each other outside the shared walls

Clayton Beresford who saw you create a memory box filled with mementos from relationship with him—ticket stubs from your first game, photos, small gifts you’ve given each other, and even a few of those pre-game pep talk notes.

Clayton Beresford who's really on making expensive vacation in only high-quality places

Clayton Beresford who bought you expensive gifts

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[loganofthenorth]

Every time I think about Mulan, I get obsessed with how awesome these three are. So I’mma take a few minutes to rant about it.

This three good balls, bad asses, loveable idiots. They’re fricken adorable and I love them. And like, as a kid, I used to not understand how they became friends with Mulan. I thought they were sexist assholes that only trusted her because, well, you know, she saved China.

But I analyzed the movie as an adult, and honestly? I think they knew Mulan was a girl the whole time, and just kinda, accepted it. Still treated her like one of the guys, wanted to see how long she could keep this up for. Yao and Ling most certainly bet on it while Chien-po was probably like: “Shouldn’t we just… tell her we know so she has people to trust?” And the other two were like: Nah this is funny.

I also think Ling and Chien-Po knew instantly since Yao was too mad to be like: Huh… hmm… something’s off here.

They probably told him later. Like:

Chien-Po: You know, it isn’t nice to hit a lady.

Yao: Wow, didn’t think you had it in ya to be such an ass. I mean, he’s a wimp but sheesh.

Ling: *falling over laughing*

Yao: What the hell’s his problem?

Chien-Po: *whispering* I mean and actual lady, Yao.

Ling: And no one tells! Got it? No telling anyone else. Only us three know. I wanna see how long this goes on for.

Chien-Po: Also… They’ll kill her if they find out, and… She’s our friend now.

Yao: Friend’s a strong word… But sure, I’ll keep it to myself. Besides, only I’m allowed to kill them now.

So yeah, when they later heard that Mulan was alone in the bath pond thing, it was too good an opportunity to miss. I don’t think these himbos even considered how weird it was. They were too distracted with how fricken hilarious it’d be.

I mean

Come on

That smug smile and Chien-Po’s: This is fine.

They know exactly what they’re doing.

Then with ‘A Girl Worth Fighting For’, Ling brings up the song to cheer everyone up because they’re sore, didn’t choose to go to war, and need something, anything to keep them going. Then once Mulan’s line comes up it’s like: “Oh, right. Forgot about that. Whelp, time to continue messing with her.”

Like: Ight, guys. Whatever she says, probably describing herself. So, whatever she says, say Nah. It’s funny.

The main thing that sent me on this tangent, was this scene

Their shock, their surprise, this reaction isn’t an: “Oh shit, we trained/hung out with/bathed/etc with a girl.” Reaction.

This is a: “Shit they caught her and now they’re gonna kill our friend!” Reaction.

Which, yeah, of course it would be. They have their priorities checked out.

However

If memory serves me right there was no hesitation

There was also no hesitation to trust her when no one else would

Because they didn’t have the feeling of betrayal Shane had for being lied to

And they were totally down to dress in drag

They really just couldn’t care less about Mulan being a girl

And I love them for that

This tis the end of my tangent. I love these three gentlebros

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Vampire Wedding Part 1

Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. Expect grammatical errors and inaccuracies.

Galileo: "Mitsuki."

While walking down the street to buy groceries for dinner, someone suddenly called me from behind.

When I turned around, I saw Galileo, probably on his way back from the university.

Mitsuki: "Galileo, I mean Professor Maury."

I hastily corrected myself after accidentally calling him by his first name.

Mitsuki: "Are you done with work? You're early today."

Galileo: "Yeah. Things have finally calmed down a bit."

Recently, his students' research seemed to be reaching a critical point, so he had been busy and usually came home late.

Galileo: "Are you in the middle of shopping?"

Mitsuki: "Yes, I'm getting ingredients for tonight's dinner."

Galileo: "I'll join you."

His hand reached out and effortlessly lifted the basket I was holding.

Mitsuki: "Wait, it's heavy!"

Galileo: "That's why I'm carrying it."

He naturally carried the basket filled with groceries and started walking.

Feeling a bit self-conscious, I walked alongside him.

Galileo: "What else do you need to buy?"

Mitsuki: "Well, I was thinking of getting some bread."

Shopkeeper: "If it's bread, then this just came out of the oven!"

Hearing my words, the shopkeeper cheerfully called out.

Mitsuki: "Wow, it smells great. Then, I'll take that bread, please."

Shopkeeper: "Sure thing! We have plenty more, so take your time, Mrs.!"

(Um, what?)

Shopkeeper: "Oh, carrying the groceries for you, isn't he? Your husband is very kind."

(H-Husband!?)

The unexpected remark caused my cheeks to heat up, and I couldn't respond immediately.

Galileo: "Carrying bags is no big deal."

Shopkeeper: "Oh, you're quite the gentleman. How about I add something extra for such a handsome husband?"

Galileo: "Thank you."

Unlike my flustered self, he smoothly accepted the bread.

Galileo: "Let's go, Mitsuki."

Mitsuki: "O-Okay."

Even after returning home and sitting down to dinner, I kept thinking about what had just happened.

(Married couple, huh? Being seen that way made me a little happy.)

Galileo: "You seem unusually happy since earlier."

Startled, I realized he was looking at me curiously.

Mitsuki: "I-It's nothing. This bread is really delicious!"

(I wonder if such a future could ever happen.)

It became our routine to have coffee in his room after dinner.

Mitsuki: "Galileo, I brought some coffee."

Galileo: "Yeah."

When I entered the room, Galileo was meticulously cleaning an instrument at his desk. The wooden, rounded instrument looked somewhat familiar.

Mitsuki: "What kind of instrument is that? I've seen it before but don't know its name."

Galileo: "This is a lute, a string instrument."

Galileo: "It's been stored here for a long time. I felt like playing it again, so I was cleaning it."

Seeing him pick up the lute, a certain scene suddenly crossed my mind.

(Ah...)

------------Flashback-----------

Galileo's Father: "I'm in a good mood. Let's play a tune."

Galileo: "I'd like that. I always liked the sound of you playing the lute."

---------Flashback Ends--------

It was a scene from his past.

Galileo: "I'm going to play a piece now. Is that okay with you?"

Mitsuki: "Sure! I'd love to listen."

He nodded and began to play the lute.

The familiar melody brought back memories of that gentle night air, stirring an ache in my heart.

(I wonder what he's feeling right now.)

He had a soft expression on his face as he plucked the strings.

As I admired his profile, the performance came to an end, and he gently released his hands from the lute.

Mitsuki: "That was a beautiful piece."

Galileo: "My father taught it to me."

Galileo: "He often played this piece during family time."

Galileo: "I don't know why, but I felt a strong urge to hear this piece again tonight."

He gazed at me intently and murmured, "Yeah," as if he had come to a realization.

Mitsuki: "Is something the matter?"

Galileo: "It's because you're here."

His amethyst eyes reflected me directly, and my heart skipped a beat.

Mitsuki: "Huh, me?"

He softened his expression ever so slightly and gently caressed the lute he held on his knee.

Galileo: "Lately, I've been able to recall the past with a calmer heart than before."

Galileo: "Instead of piercing pain, I feel a warm nostalgia growing."

Galileo: "Spending more time with you like this has gradually changed something inside me."

Galileo set aside the lute and turned towards me.

His amethyst eyes gazed into mine.

Galileo: "Now that I've realized that, I want to move on to a new relationship with you."

Mitsuki: "A new relationship?"

His large hand reached out, gently enveloping mine.

Galileo: "Mitsuki, will you be my wife and family?"

Mitsuki: "………"

My heart swelled with warmth at his straightforward words, filling me with an overwhelming emotion.

Galileo: "From now on, I want to play this song with you as a family."

Mitsuki: "........"

While savoring the overwhelming joy, I tightly squeezed his hand in return.

Mitsuki: “I’ve known for quite some time that you are irreplaceable.”

The voice I finally managed to squeeze out was hoarse, but I managed to string the words together.

Mitsuki: “Please let me be a part of your family, too.”

I tried to hold back the tears that threatened to spill, and he gently hugged me.

Galileo: “Thank you, Mitsuki. I love you.”

He lifted my chin, and his soft lips met mine.

Mitsuki: “I love you with all my heart.”

Closing my eyes, I accepted the kiss as if we were exchanging vows.

Eventually, he released my lips and peered into my eyes.

Galileo: “If you’ll become my wife, there’s something I want to do.”

Mitsuki: “What is it?”

Galileo: “It’s an ancient vampire marriage ceremony.”

With determination in his gaze, Galileo stroked my cheek.

His hand slid down and touched my neck, confirming the warmth of my blood.

Galileo: “Will you exchange a blood oath with me?”

Part 1 ╎ Part 2 ╎ Premium ╎ Epilogue

⤑ Story Events Masterlist

[skayafair]

Ep 1 Rewatch Notes

So I'm rewatching the 3rd time and want to note a few things I didn't realize before:

This:

where Edwin seemed so sure he won't need these self-defence techniques is followed by this ↓ the very same episode. No wonder it ends not well. Should have listened to ur mate, Edwin!

Edwin identifies the era Emma is from by her hairstyle and details of clothing and purse. Someone's been studying historical fashion huh~

When the boys banish the demon from Crystal in the underground, Charles looks mostly alright despite taking the most damage (apparently ghosts can very well feel things inflicted by other supernatural beings and forget that material hindrances like floor or a wall or a door shouldn't be an issue for them), while Edwin seems to be alarmed and breathes fast as if trying to calm down from panic. I guess it's not "as if".

Table soccer line on the wall is such a cute detail reminding they are still teenagers.

I didn't understand the bridge scene with "Like, I'm being mean to you. - What? Am I supposed to get mad?" properly before. I do now though. Chaaaarles 😭 I believe it's a mixed bag of him keeping up his "sunny" facade, being able to communicate to another teenager who's alive (as a connection to being alive and regret that he's dead) and liking Crystal. Damn, that's too sad(((

Charles knows Edwin sooooo well. I can't with this huge smile after "You're really gonna let a little american girl die?". He was 1000% sure Edwin would cave in.

"Edwin this woman has a big cleaver-" WHY are you asking Edwin about it Charles?! 🤦😂

Ooooh no oh no oh no. The first case they take is a missing girl one. Crystal is crying while reading the mother's mind. Of course the woman can think only of her lost daughter. And THEN we learn that Crystal's own mother didn't give a damn. DIdn't even know her daughter was missing. My turn to cry ��

Wow Edwin looked like he was on the verge of tears when Crystal confessed she let David in willingly. Heavy stuff.

Gods the whole "our deaths didn't matter" scene is. Idk how it can hit harder the 3rd time - maybe because I'm paying more attention to the details and have already processed some of their meanings - but it does. A moment of involuntary vulnerability, a true connection, reluctant as it was, and. Edwin is not collected in the slightest. It's not just that his emotions blew up - he just can't control them at all. This whole case with David the Demon became a very strong trigger and Edwin simply could not handle it at all. Crystal can't handle it either, she has her own trauma in full bloom. It's such a fragile moment between them when they decide to set this issue aside, even though it's very much urgent for Crystal. And poor Charles who's used to being a fixer is so lost the whole time because his words don't work and he has no idea what to do. Say what you want but the 1st episode is CHARGED with emotionally strong scenes.

Charles had a beef with Monty from episode one I just can't- 😂

"Keep mocking me, crow. I'll make you my friend eventually. Everyone likes me". Oh well, he sort of succeeded!

[adozowa]

CHAPTER 1 EP 2

Taken place in alubarna.

M!READER

( 1 )

|| 2/? || swearing, violent themes ||

|| READER IS BEING MISTAKEN FOR A WOMAN ||

The reader is depicted to have long white hair, for better understanding -Read this

It felt like you were walking in circles, it was exhausting. As you walk everywhere you go, sand. IS THAT A BUILDING? Yes, but it's made out of sand.

It felt like YOU were gonna turn into sand if you spend another hot minute in this desert. It's been a few nights, yes.... But no treasure... No food... No water... And only 4 arrows.

As you were walking, more like dragging yourself you had felt the ground shake. More like a rumble? Were the Titans attacking? No, rushed with all your leftover energy to where the movement was felt. And there was some big ass city that was supported by the ground below so it was a bit high.... So it is the rumbling??

Okay I'll stop with aot references

"Huh....? Weird. Looks like a -stampede of some sorts. Odd, why there though... "

You thought

With one push of your leg to boost ya, you ran in the direction of the city swiftly. Looking at the city, you thought

"Long ass stairs. . ."

"HEY! YOU'RE NOT ALLOWED TO TRESSPA- NNGH!"

You shot at the guard's chest using your bow, aiming for the critical hit.

"Quickdraw~"

The stampede of people seemed to get closer, so you went up the city pushing aside the probably now dead guard and into the streets without bumping into anybody.

"Is that... Straw hat? Didn't I kill him... No matter, he's getting strangled right now."

You didn't know whether to save him or go on your merry way with stolen acquired goods. Your curse spirit wanted to follow the goods, but your heart said another.

".... He looks dehydrated. "

(For better understanding, here's pic of the scene.)

Croco, don't hold your son like that.

".... Oh shit-"

You had rushed to get him cause.... Some random person dropped him off and he started falling like a piece of paper, you positioned yourself under him until water fell on him? So much was happening you couldn't focus at ALL.

"Annnnnnnd.....- Gotcha. Wow, you're still alive? Well it looks like you're barely alive."

"WOAAH! It's you! That one girl that shot me!"

"Why do you say that with such casualty, and.. "

"I'M NOT A WOMAN."

"Really? You look like one, and sound like one!"

"YOU- ghrr... I assume you have a fight to continue so, get out of my arms."

"COOL! can you launch me u- whoAAAAHHHH!! "

You shot him up in the air so high it looked like he was gonna become the chosen one, gomen amanai guys. HOLLOW PURPLE

Welp, you snuck yourself off again avoiding being stomped over by the group of "rebels" if that is what they are called.

Ya walked off with the not so good goods you stole while the fight was happening, kinda hoping to see a city that isn't made out of sand, and is stable with our any fights.

A few minutes go by and there's this building of some sorts? Looks ancient.

Drawings.... Drawings... More drawings? You entered the temple exploring a bit hoping to find treasure, but there was nothing. You went back outside sighing but something changed, a trap door opened?

"I don't recall this here... And, someone followed? Shit. "

"Sniff not just someone, there's more. "

You used your amazing super duper cool sigma fox senses you claimed from the spirit, and sensed 2 to 3 people to be exact. Their scents are strong, but kinda good smelling.

You manoeuvred your way into the opened way and became as quiet as possible, as if you were the shadows itself. You heard sets of footsteps, taking off your shoes, you carefully followed the noise not getting too close.

A woman's voice? And a man's..? No, men's voices, there were 2 men and a woman. That sounds scary if you put it like that without any context.

You heard the woman speak about history you guessed, looking from the wall you were hiding in. You were right, but one of the men was tied up. Probably a hostage..

A cube with weird writings, looked familiar for a second but then it blurred out of your mind. Hm

"Wait-"

Shit, did he know? How the hell did he know.... He looks strong, so probably a Haki user you thought.

"This is just the kingdom's history, not what I need."

Phew- guess you overreacted. Your mind was clouded with thoughts on how to escape, how to steal, and how to-!?

You heard a stab, finally gaining focus again. He had stabbed the woman, typical men ://j

"..... Oh. "

The building had started to... Collapse?

"shit...."

"GOMU GOMU NO--"

"..shit again."

You had heard the strawhat's familiar voice, but... You don't really remember a fruit with a saying like that.... Hm.

He had launched the unknown dude straight up into the top of the temple breaking it, you planned to leave but you just couldn't leave the woman here now... But you couldn't leave the other man tied too... Shit.

You went back up into the hole straw hat made. Making the decision to grab the woman instead, she was pretty you could give her that.

"Up we go.. "

"Ngh- who are you... "

The woman grunted in pain.

"I'm here to save you, woman. "

"It's Robin -gh... "

"You shouldn't talk too much, you were... Well, impaled. "

Robin looked up at you, eyes full of pain and distrust. She replied with a nod as you finally landed on the ground.

You had started patching her up carefully trying not to hurt her furthermore, you had a bandage roll with you for emergencies and whew- you were glad you had it.

"..... Why are you doing this.. "

"Doing.... What exactly? "

You replied still bandaging her torso carefully

"-Helping me, a stranger out... I could easily betray you, yet you choose to help.. Me? "

"Yes. Now I'm done, I'm not so sure if you can still stand up and walk- "

She stood up, her posture a bit off though

"oh. Guess you can stand up. "

"...."

"Do you have any gold on you, perchance?"

You asked with your brow cocked up and a smirk.. ',:)

She then pulled out a golden chalice from her coat and you snatched that shit IMMEDIATELY, of course your greed- still was there.

"Finally, some good loot.. Anyways you should be on your merry way now, so I'm just gonna...leave you here. "

"W-wait! Your... Name.. "

You had already disappeared, your shadow running in the distance holding the chalice up in the air happily

"yayayayayayayayaaya... "

She could hear your voice fading away as your figure disappeared into the sandy fog

...

Owh, it felt like it had been HOURS since you were finding your boat. It's not like you easily get lost, it's just... You have a bad memory.

"Where in the living shit is it.. "

You had groaned the heat melting your skin, making it glisten a little. You looked like a beauty under this heat if you ask me hegehuagahahauh..

STRAWHATS POV

"...hey luffy, you still haven't told us about that weird lady that supposedly... Shot you. "

Nami suddenly asked out of the blue as they were traveling back to their ship, suddenly remembering.

"OH YESSS!! ♡ I REMEMBER HER SWEET SMILE AND SCOWL!! I LOVE A DEFYING WOMAN WHO TREATS ME LIKE DIRRTTT~~~"

sanji rambled, but the crew is used to his usual antics when it comes to women... Man who will tell him you're not a big booty lady but a big booty man??

"... Oh I don't know! But he-... Er.... She-?... Meat??"

"That's way out of the topic, luffy.. "

Usopp replied to his captain's confusion..

"Whatever! But heshemeat helped me!! "

That gained a smack from nami..

"....hey wait isn't that hesheme-... That person over there again!"

He pointed at your figure in the distance.

"Oh it is..!"

Chopper recognizes your scent and smell and confirms his captain's statement.

"GOMU GOMU NO--!!!! "

Luffy shouted.

"LUFFY NO-!!!

The crew shouted, knowing he was gonna slingshot to your body happy to see ya again!

END OF STRAWHAT'S POV

You had heard a shout from the distance, were you hallucinating again.. Your vision started blurring a bit. But you made out a figure supposedly launching at you ..

"Kaito..? Is that you-"

"SLINGSHOOTTTT!! "

THUD!

"hhuh-.. WH- WHAT THE! "

You exclaimed at a certain straw hat on top of you, staring right into your eyes with pure happiness and mischief

"HI AGAIN!! "

He boasted out with a shit eating smile on his face, how could anyone smile that wide? It made you wonder.

"At least start with saying your name, straw hat.. "

You replied with a deadpan voice

"OH! IT'S LUFFY! And you? "

"It's.. I can't tell you that. "

"HUH? Why not!!! "

"Because it's... Top secret, alright? So just call me... Erm.... Greed. "

"Weird nickname, But okay!! "

"Also... CAN YOU GET OFF ME! "

"Whoops! Sorry! shishishishi-!"

That was by far one for the most out of pocket conversation you have ever had, or it's just strawha- er.. Luffy's aura that puts you off, it's so.... Free.

Huh... Free... The word doesn't sound right coming from you, maybe it's because you sold your body to basically the sin of greed but... It's alright! It's not like it can control you.. Right..

You zoned out at the thought, but what you didn't realize was luffy dragging you back to his crew.

"hmmm... Wh- WHA HEY!! "

you grabbed onto his shoulders tightly, you were piggybacked onto him as he used his free arm that wasn't supporting your ass weight.

"GOMU GOMU NO--

"NOT AGAIN!!"

He had shot both of your bodies where the crew was, ultimately he face planted into a nearby rock. While you got off his sweaty body and dusted yourself off..

His crew was staring at you with sweatdrops at your face, Usopp looked scared as shit with that big ass bow on your back,

Nami was about to punch luffy so far he could probably find the one piece that way

Chopper was hiding behind zoro,

Zoro was just looking at you with a deadpan expression, scanning your body for any threats

While sanji was having a nosebleed and his signature heart eyes.

"erghh... Greeting.. "

You cleared your throat at the awkward silence, until..

"MELLORINE!!! YOUR SUCH A BEAUTY IN THE SUNLIGHT MY DEAR!!~ A GLISTENING FLOWER IN THE SUNLIGHT~~ MAY I ASK WHAT IS YOUR NAME~~! ♡♡♡♡♡♡"

"Stop being a manwhore, love machine goblin good-for-nothing-cook."

"WHAT'D YOU SAY PALM TREE LOOKING ASS! "

Luffy got off the rock while nami scolded him, while sanji and zoro were bickering on the way to the ship and nami scolding luffy.. It was you and a... Weird animal?

You both stared at each other for a while, your expression deadly. Oh if looks could kill, yours would cause a massacre.

The small animal was sweating and shaking in fear, a shadow casted over your face as you crouched down to level with him. He jumped back in fear inching away a bit.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you."

Oh my SIGMA you said that in the most soothing tone ever, it was calm and gentle. But with firm affirmation, like a true promise.

"What is your name, reindeer?"

You got his animal right, not racoon, not racoon dog, not deer, not sogged up stray with weird antlers. You knew his animal... Reindeer.

He soothed down a bit and inched close to you a bit without saying a word and latched onto your lower leg, nuzzling his face in your knee.

"..."

You were about to die then and there from cuteness.

You enjoyed the moment for a bit until..

"OH MY DEAR!! ~~ YOUR VOICE IS SO SOOTHING!! "

Uh oh.

Sigma🤑

[cinemastyles-blog]

Best Tutor Ever

Summary: a Wattpad request by SarahTrace789 - “The second idea was Harry is a good boy and she is the bad girl whose grade in math class is bad and she needs to get her it up to graduate so she exchanges sex lessons with Harry for tutoring lessons.”

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, student!y/n, student!harry, goodboy!harry, unprotected sex, fingering, hair pulling, oral (both), filth

Master

PRINCE HAIR HARRY

“I need at least a B to pass, right?”

The teacher nods, “Yes, at least a B.”

“Got it. Thank you!” You stand up and grab your books before walking out of the room. You head to the cafeteria and sit down at the table.

“I need at least a B to pass math, then I can officially walk at graduation. I don’t know what else to do.” You complain and roll your eyes with a huff.

“Why don’t you talk to that Harry kid. He’s pretty smart from what I’ve heard.”

“Who?” You asks looking around, confused because you know someone named Harry. You grew up with him, he just kinda fell off because you became popular and he didn’t.

Y/f/n taps your shoulder and points, “The guy sitting at the end of the table over there.”

“Striped dress shirt?”

She nods, “uh huh, I guess he’s like stupid smart. Kinda nerdy. Not my vibe.”

You bite your lip, “You know what, I’m going to.”

Your friends watch as you walk over to Harry and sit down across from him. He slowly looks up at you and you’re kinda taken a back by how pretty he is.

“Hello?”

You blink and shake your head, “Sorry, i um.. i know it’s awful timing, and I’m a shitty person blah blah, but I have a favor to ask you.”

“No. I can’t help you study for math so you can graduate, y/n.”

You lean back, “How did you know that that’s what I was going to ask you.”

He smirks and tilts his head, “We’ve known each other since the second grade. You’ve never been good with math.”

You’re lost at what to say, but you need to say something.

“See. That’s perfect then. You come over tonight and we can catch up on everything.” You smile and hope he says yes.

“Mm. I’m good, thanks.” He looks back down at his notebook.

“Harry.” You whine quietly, “Please?”

He looks up and laughs, “What’s in it for me?”

You look up at him and shrug, “Whatever you want.”

“Tempting.” He leans back and presses his lips together in a dry smirk.

You close your eyes and lean in, “I will send you a picture of my tits.”

He finds your negotiating absolutely hilarious, “Wow. How classy.” He rolls his eyes, “I’ll think about it.”

“Okay. Just please actually think about it.” You lay your hands on the table, “I’ll do anything.”

He squints his eyes slightly and tilts his head, “Anything?” He asks with a smirk.

You laugh slightly and nod, “I guess, Harry. Im desperate, if you couldn’t already tell.”

He sighs and shakes his head, “Fine.”

“Yes?” You ask staring at him.

He nods, “Yeah, fine. But I’m only giving you one night. So after that, you’re on your own again.”

You smirk and stand up. Before walking away, you lean down and whisper, “Please after one night with me you’ll be hooked.”

You walk back to your table and sit down before you embarrass yourself even further, “So I’m pretty sure I just um.. exchanged sex acts for tutoring.”

——

After school you rush straight home. Ignoring everyone in your path.

If you were correct and Harry wanted to collect, you wanted to be ready.

Thankfully, your parents are leaving for a three day work trip, so you’ll have the house all to yourself.

And Harry.

You immediately stripped your clothes off and got into the shower. It was an everything shower, so you couldn’t waist another second.

You shave, exfoliate, wash, rinse, repeat.

You step out and wrap a towel around your hair and around your body. You do your skin care and go pick out an outfit.

You didn’t want to seem too slutty, but at the same time, you really did want to thank him for helping you.

So you opt for the simple, but very still very sexy bra set and put it on after you lathered your entire body in the best smelling lotion you had.

You threw on shorts and an old baggy t shirt and go to dry your hair.

You weren’t sure what time Harry was coming over, you just agreed on tonight, no specific time.

You go down stairs and it must be perfect timing because there’s a knock on your door. Suddenly, your heart decides to pick up its speed and you feel nervous.

You walk over and open the door, “Hey, Harry. Come in.” You open the door more and step aside.

He gives you a smile as he walks in, “Hey.”

“You can set you stuff wherever.” You close the door and lock it, “Thank you for actually showing up.”

You walk around the corner and lean against the wall. He gets his notes out and looks over at you. His eyes scan up your bare legs and slowly make their way to your eyes, “No problem. Do you have your notes.”

You look around, “Uh. Yes. They’re around here somewhere.” You search for them and pull them out from under your laptop, “Here.”

He nods and pulls out the chair and sits down.

You lay them down and sit down in the chair next to Harry as he goes through his notes.

You sit there awkwardly, unsure of what to say exactly.

Harry glances over at you, “I like your shirt.”

You smile and look down at your Green Bay tee, “Oh, thanks.”

Harry leans forward to move stuff around, “So do you know what you need to study?”

“She wrote it down for me.” You grab the sticky note and hand it to harry. He takes it and nods as he glances over it, “Okay. I have all of these.”

He hands the note back to you and his eyes gaze at your legs. He swallows and clears his throat.

You move your chair closer to him and reach up to grab your pen. You lean back and bend your leg up to rest your notebook on it.

Harry glances back over at you and he freezes as he sees your lace panties peaking through the leg hole of your shorts.

“What’s first?” You look over at him and rest the end of your pen against your cheek. You spread your legs just a tad bit more, teasing him.

“Yeah, first.” He turns back towards the table and picks up his pencil, “So the algebra portion, that really isn’t bad, here I’ll walk you through an easy one and we’re pick harder ones as we go.”

You nod and write down the problem as he explains it, “Now, look over that for a minute.”

Harry takes his sweatshirt off and hangs it on the back of the chair. He turns and you notice his tattoos, “I like those.”

“Wh- oh these?” He looks at his arm and pulls the half unbuttoned parts of his shirt open, “I have more.”

You bite your lip as you see the images on his chest, “Wow. Did they hurt?”

He shrugs, “Eh.”

“I just have one, it’s tiny.”

“Let’s see it.” Harry turns towards you, leaning back in the seat as he rests his elbow on the arm rest.

You smirk and shake your head, “Oh gosh, no.”

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” He winks and starts to undo his shirt fully.

You slowly pull your shirt up, showing him the three little word phrase under your boob. You don’t even try to keep your lingerie a secret, you both know that Harry isn’t just there to help you study.

“What are ya wearin’ that pretty thing for?” Harry leans over and brushes his finger against the lace.

You bite your lip and look down at his touch, “For you.” You breathe out as you look up at him, “I wore this to surprise you for when you took my clothes off.”

He bites his lip and smiles for a few moments. He then reaches out, grabbing your hands and pulling you towards him.

You fall forward, landing in his lap weirdly, “Oh shit.” You scoot up, moving your self around so you can straddle him.

He grips the bottom of your shirt and you raise your arms as he lifts it up over your head.

He drops it to the ground as his eyes start scanning your newly exposed skin, “Fuck, y/n.”

You bite your lip and tilt your head, “What?”

He blows out air and rests his hands on your hips, “I knew you were going to be hot, but I didn’t know it would be this hot.”

Harry’s words make your stomach do a somersault, “Fuck.” You gasp, “I mean.” You laugh slightly, “yeah, no. Fuck because I thought the same thing about you.”

Harry chuckles and shakes his head, “No, you didn’t.”

“Hey, I never forgot about you.”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t make up for the fact that you never tried to reconnect with me. You got too cool for me and no-“

You cut him off by kissing him. His hands pull your closer and he presses his hips upwards into yours, “Fuck.” He groans, “You piss me off.”

“So use me to get all your anger out.” You lean in and kiss down his neck, “Fuck me, Harry.”

“I’ll also collect my tutoring payment while I’m here.” He smirks and chuckles before he leans in to kiss you. He slides his hands up your back and unhooks your bra.

He drags the thin fabric down your arms and drops it, exposing your tits.

“You got some nice tits on ya, love.” Harry reaches up and starts to knead them. You moan out and slide your hands around his shoulders, tugging at the hair your fingers can get tangled in.

“Shit.” He moans out quietly, “can you get on your knees for me?”

“Anything for the person that’s going to help me graduate.” You give him a smirk and stand up. You go to kneel down but he stops you, “Wait.”

“What?” You ask looking up at him.

“Take off those shorts.” Harry nods as he undoes his belt and jeans. He pushes them down his legs and leans back, stroking his cock as he watches you.

“Turn around.”

You bite your lip and turn around, poking your ass out towards Harry. He groans lowly, “Fucking hell. C’mere.”

You spin back around and walk over to him, getting down on your knees in front of him. You don’t wait for his instruction, you just get right to it.

You wrap your lips around his cock, swirling your tongue as you work into a slow bobbing motion.

Harry moans and tilts his head back, “Fuck.”

You hum against him and work your head down further. You relax enough and slip him into your throat.

Harry gasps, “God, you’re so fucking good at this.” He moans and lays a hand on the back of your head, “Shit, that’s it.”

You pull your head up, looking up at him as you catch your breathe.

He gives you a smirk, “No wonder you’re not good at math.”

You roll your eyes, “Was ‘you’re so good at giving head’ too hard for you to say?” You laugh slightly and run your hands up his thighs.

His eyes follow them as you run them up towards his cock.

He gasps quietly when you wrap your hand around him. You start to pump it slowly, placing little kisses up his thighs.

“Don’t tease me, y/n.”

You look up at him, “I’m not.” You move up and place your lips on the tip of his cock, slowly poking your tongue out to swirl it around.

“I should be quizzing you on your math right now.” Harry can’t help but laugh which causes you to laugh. You lean back and tilt your head with a smile, “Way to kill the mood.”

He shrugs, still laughing, “Sorry.”

“I’ll let it slide this time.”

He bites his lip and looks down at you with a look that causes your pussy to clench around nothing, “Get up here.” He grabs a hold of your wrists and pulls you to stand up.

“Turn around.” He spins you around and hooks his fingers into the waistband of your panties. He slides them down your legs, leaning in to kiss the small of your back.

“Bend over, as far as you can.” He pushes on your back and leans back. He bites his lip as he watches your pussy become visible, “Fuck.”

He slides his hands to your ass cheeks and squeezes as he spreads them apart, “You have such a beautiful pussy, y/n.”

Harry leans in and licks a stripe up your folds, getting them wet before he slips it between them. You gasp and place your hands on his knees to support yourself.

“Fuck, Harry.” You moan out, “Yes, yes.”

You dig your nails into his skin and he groans against you. You push your hips back into his face more, moaning out his name in a whiny tone.

He buries his tongue inside of you for a few more minutes before he leans back, “Fuck, sit.”

He grabs his cock and holds it steady for you. You sit up and slowly lower our hips. You moan and close your eyes as you feel the head of his cock enter your soaked cunt, “Fuck, Harry.”

“Relax, y/n.. That’s just the beginning.” He smirks as he grips your hips and lowers your down onto his cock a little faster.

He groans as your walks pulsate around his cock. He lets out a few moans and groans as you grind your hips downward.

He squeezes your hips and pushes his up, causing you to feel more pressure which feels good, “Oh, shit, y-yes.”

You tilt your head back and Harry leans up, wrapping his arm around your stomach, “Lean, back here.” You lean back against his chest and bite your lip as you listed to him speak, “Bring your legs up, I’m gonna hold them.”

You nodded and did as he said, you had to slip off his cock, but once he got his arms hooked under your legs, you were golden.

You reach down and slip his cock back into you, moaning as you feel him pushing deeper inside of you. He thrusts his hips faster and you could feel your orgasm coming.

“Fuck, H-Harry..” you lay your head back on his shoulder and let out a moan as you clench around his cock, “shit, don’t stop. Don’t stop.”

Your orgasm hit you hard. Harry lays his hand on your clit, rubbing as your talks you through your high.

It was in this moment that you realized you are on absolute full display in your family dining room.

Like, if someone would walk through the front door, they would see you spread open, butt ass naked, with Harry’s cock pounding in and out of your pussy as he squeezes your boobs and rubs your clit with the other.

The thought of getting caught did give you an adrenaline rush, though.

“Fuck.” You tilt your head back and close your eyes as you pant, “When did you get good at this?” You laugh weakly.

He chuckles and leans in, “I’ve always been good. You’ve just been too good for me to find out.” He pecks you head quick and leans back smiling.

You shake your head and stand up to face him. You manage to straddle him comfortably, “Yeah, yeah. My fault I know.” You roll your eyes and bite your lip as you sit back on his cock.

He wraps an arm around your waist and watches as his cock thrusts in and out of you, “So,” Harry groans, “Re-remember how I said.. I was only going.. to, um.. do this once?”

You nod, “Mhm.”

“Yeah, that’s out the window.”

You smile and tilt your head back, moaning as you feel that familiar feeling building up again, “Fuck, fuck.”

He lays his hand on your clit and quickly rubs it, “There you go.”

You tangle your fingers in his long hair and pull, “Shit.” You moan and clench your thighs before leaning in to kiss him.

Your lips move in the most perfect sync. You start to grind your hips in a streaky rhythm and Harry pulls you closer. He lays on hand on your back and the other goes to your ass to squeeze.

You moan against his lips, gasping as he hits that little sweet spot every so often.

“I think.. we should make this.. a regular thing.. don’t you?” Harry asks in between kisses.

You smile against his lips, “I.. totally agree with.. that..”

He thrusts his hips up, “Fuck, you feel fuckin’ incredible, y/n.”

“I love your cock.” You whimper as you grind downward, “Fuck, Harry.”

His fingers dig into your skin, “Let’s go to the couch.”

You stand up and wait for him. He stands up and lifts you up. You wrap your legs around his waist and arms around his neck.

“You’re so fuckin beautiful.” He smiles but quickly frowns, “But you still piss me off sometimes.”

You smirk, “I’m sorry.”

He sighs as he lays you down on the couch, “I guess I’ll let it slide, just this once.”

He slips his cock back into you, closing his eyes as your legs wrap tighter around him.

He looks down at you and brushes hair from your face. He leans in and kisses you, “I’ve also missed you.”

You smile against his lips, “I’ve missed you. I’m sorry.”

You moan and cling to him as you cum around his cock again, “Fuck, fuck, harry.”

He watches your face, getting so lost in the way you look when you’re pleased, he didn’t realize he came inside of you.

“Oh. Shit. Shit.” He pulls out and you sit up, “What? Harry. What?”

He runs a hand through his hair and motions, “I didn’t pull out.”

You press your lips together and shrug, “Hmm?”

“I don’t- I’m sorry?” He laughs nervously and looks at you. You smirk, “Nothing we can do about it now.”

“Right on that one. Okay, um. Shall we actually study now?” Harry smiles as he nods towards the dining room.

You sigh and get up, “Yeah, but only if you promise to stay with me tonight and do what we just did again.” You bite your lip and giggle and you hold on to his arm.

“Mm, I’ll have to think about it.” Harry gives you a smirk and you roll your eyes.

——

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[heichou-ackerman]

Texting Levi fluff pt. 2

Levi hates texting but he likes you. A little continuation from pt. 1 and will probably make more since I love portraying our captain’s attitude through text stuff

TW: Some slight cussing but nothing MORE

- Levi had a strange love/hate relationship with how bold some of your message had become over the course of you two being officially together

- While most of them were harmless (and he could easily ignore for a bit), it was obvious you were riding on some wave as you became a bit more needy and demanding with him

>you didn’t say anything about the meme I sent you! >I’m literally at work.

>you can still make some time to look and say something

>I am working.

>you arent if you’re replying to me rn

>I’m on my break so sue me.

- You were getting a little annoying truth be told, but he appreciated the clinginess despite this. Work was becoming hectic and he was getting swamped with a lot of things. It wasn’t like he was ignoring you intentionally, at least this time.

- The next message you sent was a surprising one as you usually weren’t one to send actual snapshots of yourself. Levi opened your message and was soon met with a selfie of yours, with the world’s most exaggerated pout on your face. It border-lined both cute and really, really fucking annoying.

>Did you spill your milk or something, what the fuck is this?

> no just how sad it makes me feel when you ignore me

> Okay, I guess. I don’t see how that’s my problem.

> awe, I see you’re okay with making your gf feel shitty huh

>If you really think that ploy works on me, you must be beyond stupid 

-He ignored you for a bit as he scrolled through some things mindlessly before he got another message with another photo attached. He rolled his eyes as he opened this up, this time being met with a selfie of you, with the same pout, but with your middle finger smack in the middle. Okay, he couldn’t help but chortle a bit at this one.

>That’s really rude. I didn’t think I was dating such a crass girl.

> didn’t think I was dating such as ass

> Tone it down. The snarkiness is cute to a certain extent.

>oh watch out, levi is mad

>How about you grab a Snickers since you wanna act like a cranky preschooler?

-He felt proud about his comeback to you, and his mouth twisted to a smirk as he saw how immediately you started to type back. He must have struck a nerve and he couldn’t help but continue to follow you along with stupid little games. 

>takes one to know one

>Wow. How long did it take you to come up with that one? You sure got me babe.

>you’re such an ass!

>You started it, don’t dish it out if you can’t handle it.

> I know :/ heehee

-Levi paused for a bit. Yeah, this was fun and all, but he assumed it was kind of a lonesome feeling on your end considering how busy he was at work. You honestly meant no harm, and Levi never asked you to stop as well. 

>Send me a better selfie of you.

>oh! Really?

> Yeah, the pout is something but I wanna see how nice you look today.

-Not even ten seconds later and Levi receives a message with a photo attachment, and opens it up to a simple, but very effective selfie of you giving a goofy peace sign. He smiles to himself, taking observations on how you decided to dress yourself up for the day. You looked nice, and he felt a strong urge to be able to kiss those glossy lips of yours.

>You look cute. >ty! I really tried today 🙂

>I can tell. Why don’t you dress up nice for me?

>huh, I do!

> Would love to mess up that gloss of yours. 

>hah, maybe you can if you wanna kidnap me from work

>That can be arranged. 

[farlynthordens]

SKB Short Story 2 - Mushroom Keeper Caravan

summary of a short story published in Dengeki Bunko, vol 62. takes place between v1 and 2.

this is the only short story that had original art with it (above), and I love it so much🥺 anyway...

Milo is taking a bath alone under a cold waterfall. as you do. it’s transitioning into winter, so bathing in the tepid waters isn’t really appealing to most people, but milo seems to be glad that he’s clean.

He gets out of the water and dresses himself. he wonders if bisco is still busy, since he hasn’t shown up yet to take his own bath.

He finds bisco by their camp, helping actagawa finish pulling off the shell layer he’s shedding. once free and feeling better, actagawa goes to play in the river.

B: “I’m beat. He hadn’t shed in a while, so I thought he was done growin’... but looks like he’s still got a lot left to do.” M: “Come on, you should go take a bath! I’ll make lunch in the meantime.” B: “Can’t, still got one more thing to do. Actagawa’s markings came off ‘cause he shed, so I gotta paint those back on before--”

Bisco picks up on a faint noise, then gives a look to milo. they draw their knives just as steel arrows come flying at them. the arrows are knocked into nearby trees, and explode into mushroom clusters.

Actagawa comes to help. he makes a beeline for the waterfall and bashes the cliff with his claws, causing a person who was at the top of the cliff to fall into the pool in front of them.

Milo saves the person from drowning. he and bisco realize it’s a male mushroom keeper. bisco angrily asks if he had come after them for the bounty money, and wants to know which tribe he’s from.

The guy explains that because actagawa had no markings, he thought they were part of some enemy group. he then looks up at bisco... and seems to recognize him?

??: “It’s me, Chaba! Y’know, grandson of Gana from the Tottori tribe. Wow, this takes me back. I used to read to you all the time!” M: (“Do you know him?”) B: (”Uh... maybe... but I don’t remember him at all...”)

Chaba says that his caravan, the entire Tottori tribe, was about 30 minutes behind him while he scouted the path. gana, who is the tribe’s elder, decided that they should all move to Imihama now that it’s become a mushroom keeper refuge.

He’s about to go bring the caravan to their location, but then looks bisco over again and gets teary-eyed. C: “...Man, you really became a right mushroom keeper, didn’t you Bisco? I bet gran will be happy to know that. And I’m sure Jabi is happy too, from up in heaven...” B: “Uh? Wait, Jabi isn’t....!” Chaba runs off without listening.

Slight skip ahead to when they meet up with the caravan. bisco and milo talk with gana as she skillfully paints the mark of the god enbi onto actagawa’s shell. after she finishes painting, she starts smoking from a pipe.

Gana asks how “akemi” is, and bisco tells her that he is not only alive but doing well after having his rusting cured. G: “Monster with the devil’s luck, he always has been. I was lookin’ forward to defacin’ his funeral portrait, but s’pose that won’t be happenin’.” M: (”Who’s Akemi?”) B: (”That’a Jabi - Hebikawa Akemi. If you read ‘hebikawa’ different, it’s ‘jabi.’“ M: (“What, it was just a nickname...?!”) G: “And his little brat, too, just narrowly avoided leavin’ this mortal realm and grew up strong. Guess I should give praise where it’s due. ... You even managed to nab a pretty girl. Well, it don’t matter how strong ya get if ya can’t pass it on to the next generation.” B: “Wait, by ‘pretty girl’, you mean him?”

Milo is uncomfortable under their stares. M: “Um, hello. I’m Milo, Bisco’s--” G: “My, yer even cuter up close. Lemme see yer hands. Do ya know how to use a bow?” M: “Y-yes! Bisco taught me...” G: “Well ain’t that great! At least this kid did somethin’ right finding such a nice wife. But yer just all muscle... ya don’t look well suited to breastfeedin’.” M: “Wife?? Huh? Wait- what...! GYAHHHHH!!”

Gana pinches milo’s chest with incredible strength and milo starts yelling in pain. he doubles over and bisco just stares at him, not knowing what to do or say. he then gets slapped on the head.

G: “Damn fool! Do I gotta hold yer hand to bring ya to yer wife? Don’t ya know we’re havin’ less mushroom keeper kids these days?!” B: “I never fuckin’ said that I got a wife, you old bitch! Jabi retired and this is my new PARTNER! I gotta spell it out?” G: “Oh, is that right? With a face like that, I thought he was a lady! Hehehe... ahaha!”

She bursts into a fit of laughter. everyone seems happy seeing their leader in a good mood. they crowd around bisco and milo, asking them for favors like if bisco can fire a shot for them or if milo can read books to the kids. gana then calls on the tribe to bring out their best alcohol and meat, and of course good food for actagawa too.

Bisco turns red in embarrassment and tries to tell Gana something. B: “Uh... ma’am. Sorry, but I don’t really--” G: “Oh I know, ya think ya won’t like what we got. Don’t worry, I like to drink so I have lots of good stuff. Ya won’t be bored here, I tell ya.” Milo was the only one who knew that Bisco didn’t drink alcohol, and he snickered as he whispered into Bisco’s ear. M: (“It’s okay, I’ll take your drink if you take some of my food. If they bring out centipede karaage, make sure you eat it for me.”) B: (“O... okay. Let’s do that.”) G: “Would yer panda friend like his own tattoo? I’m good at ‘em, unlike the other elders. How about one that gives divine protection from a real strong god?” M: “No way! Really?! Okay, then I also want mine under my right eye here...” B: “Hell no, stop! Calm down, old hag! And stop listenin’ to her, Milo!”

They spend the entire night partying with the caravan, getting strung around teaching people archery and medicine and other things. off to the side, actagawa just quietly ate his food and played in the river.

THE END

Other notes:

Chaba means tea leaf, and Gana (her name written in the story as ガナ) might be a reference to Ghana (ガーナ) chocolates?

[mysteriaqueen]

May I request Texas and/or New York hc’s?

*not forcing ofc!! <3*

ty for the ask!!!!

texas my emotionally constipated trauma repressing idiot.

"What do you mean I have trauma? I'm just fine" (he doesn't know what trauma is. show him the definition)

"So it's uh.... "

Trauma is when we experience very stressful, frightening or distressing events that are difficult to cope with or out of our control. It could be one incident, or an ongoing event that happens over a long period of time.

"Huh. I guess that applies to me. But I'm fine. Really."

doesn't want people to to worry. (he also just does think he's fine. ignorance is bliss as they say)

he tells himself it's because he doesn't want to be a burden (which isn't a lie)

it's also largely the toxic masculinity that he's got ingrained in him

I think he struggle a lot with that and not knowing how to recognize it. He wants to conform but not in a toxic masculinity way so he's trying to tell the difference. the issue is conforming should never really be a goal in the first place. so his strat isn't working well.

i feel like my previous point is illustrated well in that one video where ny calls him a coward. it's smth like

texas: [i literally don't remember what he says here]- ny: Coward. texas: well my daddy said if I just keep my nose to the grindstone- ny: Coward.

he doesn't know where the line is but in actuality there shouldn't be a line at all. poor silly idiot. someone get him into regular therapy sessions. he needs it.

new york my (also) emotionally constipated aroace idiot.

firstly i'm not sure if he's exactly aroace but he's defo on the spectrum.

i feel like one of them (romantically or sexually) it's all way ace/aro and the other is either grey or demi. dunno which one. maybe it switched around every now and then

i feel he doesn't often have opinions but when he does they are Very Strong opinions and he will kill you on the hill he dies on

he strikes me as the guy who's had a lot of things happen to him but either was never told it was explicitly wrong or there was never really time to address.

because of that he doesn't react to a whole lot. nothing phases him because he was never given a chance to be phased. never given a chance to express how he feels about things so it just became in his nature to move on quickly. oh god i'm project so hard wow

reminds of that once Jay-Z lyric: Y'all don't know that don't shit phase me / The mets go could go / 0 for 82 / and i'd look at you like this shit gravy

it takes him a while to sift through the facts of the situation and actually get to how he feels about it. you ask him how he's doing and he probably doesn't answer at first but if you're close enough for him to give you a real answer he'd just state the facts of his current condition. if you're lucky he might consider how that would make the average person feel afterwards and then say that. how does he actually feel about it? huh. um. it's whatever, he guesses

thanks for listening to me read the vibes of these too. and thanks for the ask. i sooooo apreciate it!!!!

[dakotakazansky]

A Million Nights • One

Huge Thank you to @mayhemmanaged for creating the photo for this. I love you so much!

Warnings: Angst, Mentions of drunk drivers, wrecks, hospitals.

Word Count: 1.8k

The day started off like it always did, same mundane Navy job, and after the day's work, another night spent at the Hard Deck. That’s where Bradley Bradshaw had met his now fiancee, Lieutenant Gunner “P.A.” Savage. Gunner was an Aviation Machinist’s Mate. While she loved being on the flight line, fixing engines wasn’t what she thought she’d be doing for the next 4 years. Her head was always up in the clouds and night sky, but she’d missed the age range to be a Naval Pilot, so working on the jets was the next best thing for her.

After a particularly rough day, she ended her night once again at the Hard Deck, drinking the stress of the day away. Her bright ice blue eyes dulled the more she drank, while her jet black hair found its way down her back by the end of the night, the tightly wrapped military bun had become a thing of the past. 

Not paying attention to the world around her, Gunner eventually danced her way right into none other than Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw, who had his hands full of beers for his squad buddies. Now feeling the cold sticky liquid on her back, Gunner whipped around to face Bradley. The man was wearing a god awful Hawaiian print buttoned down shirt, with a skin tight white t-shirt underneath. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” Gunner squeaked out, “I wasn’t watching where I was!” 

Bradley chuckled, “Here you might need this.” He said as he pulled off the Hawaiian print shirt, and handed it to Gunner. “Oh uhm, thanks. Stay here! I’ll be right back!” Gunner said as she ran off to the bathroom to remove the now sticky shirt. She pulled on Bradley’s shirt, buttoned the third button down before rolling the rest of the shirt up, and tying it in the front as a crop top. She made her way back over to where she had left Bradley. 

“Oh you listened.” Surprise filled her voice seeing Bradley in the spot she left him. “I mean it’s not every day that an insanely pretty girl dances her way into your beers.” Gunner laughed lightly, “I wouldn’t say insanely pretty, but thank you…” She trailed off, not knowing his name. 

“Rooster.” He said. 

“Well if we’re going by callsigns then, I’m P.A.” she replied to the just over 6ft man, with honey brown hair and eyes to match. She debated how much she would be able to handle the ferret that adorns his upper lip. 

“P.A. huh, what does that really stand for?” Rooster questioned her. 

Shyly she mutters back, now embarrassed, “It stands for Party Animal. I might have a reputation around here.”

His eyes widen in realization, “Wait, you’re the infamous Party Animal I’ve heard about around here?” 

She cringes before scrubbing her face, “Please for the love of god, tell me you are fucking joking.” Bradley starts laughing, “Don’t worry Honey, I’m definitely joking with you.” He gets soberly serious for a split second, “Or am I?” He busts out laughing once more. Gunner can’t help but laugh herself, “Oh now I know you’re actually just fucking with me.” 

Her hand extends out to him, “I’m Gunner. Gunner Savage.” the strong grasp of his hand is now on hers shaking it, “I’m Bradley, Bradley Bradshaw.” 

“Here I thought my parents hated me by naming me Gunner Savage, and you’re out here walking around as Brad Brad. Wow what peas in a pod we are.” She says, chuckling. “Can I grab you more beers?” 

“Of course you can Honey, what kind of man would I be if I didn’t allow the pretty lady to buy my drinks.” He says back confidently. 

That night, sparked something in the both of them, and they really had become two peas in a pod together. Bradley’s friends immediately warmed up to her, and accepted her as one of their own. She eventually got assigned to be the lead mechanic for Bradley’s squadron as well. Every night ended the same, after working with the squadron, Gunner and the squad all went out for drinks. It became tradition for them, until the day where Bradley, Phoenix, and Bob got orders. They were needed for a mission, and Bradley had to leave his fiancee in the care of Jake, and the rest of the squadron. 

“How long are you going to be gone again?” Gunner had asked, her voice barely above a whisper, afraid that if she spoke any louder, sobs would break the dam that she was holding in place so well. She buried her face in his chest, inhaling the scent of him. Zesty citrus, with cedarwood overtook her senses for a moment. 

“Only 3 months Honey, The time will fly by, and I’ll be back before you know it.” He said, trying to reassure his fiancee. He rested his head gently atop of hers, holding her small stature to him, and swaying softly from side to side. 

Gunner held on to him as tightly as she could for as long as she could. “You’re gonna come back to me in one piece right?” She questions him. 

“Honey, you know I’m going to try my hardest, but I can’t promise that.” He replies burying his face in her hair, inhaling her scent as well, soft delicate apples flood his senses. 

The loud garbled sound of the PA System screamed out, letting the sailors and pilots know it was time to say their final goodbyes, and start boarding. One more really tight hug, and a promise to behave for Jake and the rest of Roo’s squad, and Roo himself was boarding the carrier, with Natasha, and Bob. 

Gunner stood on the dock until she could no longer see the carrier in the distance. Night had fallen by that point, and the stars were out in the clear sky. She climbed into Bradley’s Bronco, and drove it home. For the next 3 months anywhere she went, was in that Bronco, as it made her feel that much closer to Roo. 

Jake, Javy and the rest of the squadron kept up the tradition of working the entire day, then meeting at the Hard Deck when the work day was over to let off steam. 

2 Months and 29 days later, they were still enjoying their night out. Gunner chose to only have one drink, calming that party animal within, so that she could really party tomorrow when Rooster got home. “Hey guys I’m gonna head out, I’m kind of tired.” She said to the group before hugging them all and leaving to get into her car, since she was having the bronco detailed for Bradley’s return. 

Gunner always messaged Jake when she got home, but tonight 10 minutes later, the time that it took for her to get home, Jake never got the message. He jumped into his truck and followed Gunner’s route home. 5 minutes into the drive his phone started to ring, as he pulled up onto what looked like a gruesome crash site. 

“Hello.” He answered as he slowed down to the traffic that was around this accident. “Is this Mr. Seresin?” The voice on the other end of the line that was Gunner’s spoke. “Y-yes” he stuttered out, clapping his hand over his mouth. “Ms. Savage was in a car wreck-“ the voice said, but Jake cut him off, “I’m here, about 5 cars back.” In no time Jake’s truck was ushered up to the mangled mess that is now Gunner’s car.

“Her Fiance is due home tomorrow, I’m her contact when he’s deployed.” Jake rambled out jumping into the ambulance with Gunner and the paramedics.  The ride to the hospital was pure silence aside from the paramedics talking and keeping track of her vitals. 

She was immediately taken into Surgery and then was placed in an ICU room to recover. Jake stayed by her side, while Javy waited outside. Jake now had to do the hardest thing imaginable, he had to call Bradley and tell him that his fiancée was in a wreck, and now in a Coma. He paced the room before deciding to call the emergency line on the ship. He spoke to the commanding admiral aboard, and they rushed Bradley back via Helicopter. 

An hour or two later, Bradley rushed into the room with a nurse in tow behind him. “What happened?!” He quietly shouted to Jake after the nurse ushered them out into the hallway. 

“She said she was tired, and decided to drive home. She was sober, you know I wouldn’t let her drink and drive and ruin her career with the Navy.” Jake paused, gasping out a sob, “They said a drunk driver blew a stop sign, and t-boned her, tossing her car over a few times.”

For the first time Bradley broke down in front of Jake. His body wracked with sobs, learning the news of his fiancée, his future wife. He raced back into the room, with Jake behind him, and he took a seat in the chair next to the bed. 

“Honey what happened?” He said softly to the comatose woman in front of him, “We’ve had a million nights just like this, what happened?” The tears poured down his face as he remained planted into that seat. 

A few days later the Daggers had convinced Bradley to go home, shower, and change, and that Nat will stay with Gunner, until he returns. It took almost 2 hours of convincing before Bradley budged. 

Jake drove him home and led him into the house. Jake sat in the living room while Bradley quickly made his way to the bathroom to shower, just wanting to get back to his fiancée already. He completely bypassed everything. It was only then after his shower that he saw what was laying out on the bed. The loud sob that the man released shocked Jake so much that he ran into the room.

There stood Bradley in fresh clothing, sobbing, his hand over his mouth, looking down at the tiny article of clothing on the bed. As Jake approached his heart shattered for the future Bradshaw’s. There was a onesie laying on the bed, that in the cutest script font, said “Daddy’s little copilot.” Jake gasped, “She’s…” Bradley finished his statement, “Pregnant.”

They both rushed back to the hospital. Running through the hospital to get back to her room as quickly as possible. Nat left as soon as they got back, making her way back out to the rest of the Dagger’s in the waiting area. Bradley quickly pressed the call light on the bedside remote. The doctor came in with the nurse, and Bradley told them they had found a onesie in the house, and asked to see if the baby was okay. 

They agreed and left to go get the equipment needed to verify if the pregnancy was still viable. Bradley leaned over the bed pressing a soft tender kiss to Gunner’s forehead. “Honey, it was never supposed to happen this way, please come back to me, I still need you.” He choked out another sob, before placing another soft kiss to her forehead. 

Part 2

Tagging some people who might be interested:

@mayhemmanaged @roosterforme @startrekfangirl2233 @desert-fern @roostette @cassiemitchell @sarahsmi13s @lavenderbradshaw @lovinglyeternal @bradleybeachbabe @thedroneranger @cherrycola27 @twsssmlmaa @bobby-r2d2-floyd @that-one-random-writer @horseshoegirl @footprintsinthesxnd

[wishitweresummer]

Text Me Back (Dream x GeorgeNotFound)

Word count: 710

I had sudden inspiration and wrote this for @mushiewrites ‘s birthday!!! (Thats my best friend 🥹)

Warning: Intense tickles, restraint, duct tape over mouth. George is tickled and has absolutely no way to stop it or even really signal for it to stop. If that makes you uncomfortable, please dont read!

“Nonono!! Hey!! Sapnap fuck off!!!”, George cried out, panicked at the younger’s quick movements.

“Stop squirming, you little idiot.”.

George fought and kicked and punched, but…Sapnap was stronger. Soon, his wrists were locked together in handcuffs and a big piece of duct tape was put across his mouth. His little tummy fluttered with nervous butterflies as he was heaved over Sapnap’s shoulder and carried to Dream’s room. He tried to scream into the duct tape, but it was muffled.

He was dropped onto Dream’s empty bed like a sack of potatoes. He squirmed around to glare at Sapnap, but instead his eyes went wide with fear. Sapnap smirked and turned away; typing something into George’s phone.

Then, he was left alone.

~•~

Dream burst into the room, giggling happily. He closed the door behind him and approached the bed with a mixed look of fondness and excitement.

‘Oh god…’

George let out a muffled whimper. Dream climbed onto the bed and grabbed the chain of George’s cuffs. They were cuffed together in front of him so it was easy for Dream to lift them up and press them to the bed above his head.

“I can’t believe you did this for me! This is going to be so fun Georgie!”.

He tried to protest through his tape, but it was hopeless. A muffled squeal sounded as Dream started to tickle up his side. The position left him desperately helpless.

George had never been tickled while unable to beg for it to stop before and he saw his life flash before his eyes. Dream’s big hands on his ticklish body. No way to tell him to stop. There was no way out of this. His eyes teared up right away as the tickles became amplified by his fear. Dream coo’ed at the sight.

“You’re so cute.”.

That evil hand moved up and danced across his sensitive ribcage and George could only throw his head back and let out a muffled scream. Oh he was fucked here. He couldn’t help the pleas trying to crawl from his throat, but they were muffled into comprehension anyway.

George’s entire body convulsed with the ticklish electricity shooting through it. Dream’s fingers played with each and every rib, making him shake with muffled laughter.

“This is the best day ever.”. There were practically hearts in Dream’s eyes. “Do you want me to get your armpits? Oh? You don’t have an opinion on that? Alright!”. George absolutely did have very strong opinions on his worst spot being targeted…but they went unheard. He wailed into his tape. His arms were stretched up and he was so so helpless to Dream’s fingers moving the sleeve of his t-shirt down and teasing against the ticklish skin. He bucked and kicked and squirmed and screamed, but that didn’t stop the attack.

‘This is how I die.’’

Dream only giggled sweetly. His fingertips brushed all over the over-sensitive pit before digging into the muscle and making George thrash so hard he nearly got free.

“Wow Georgie! So ticklish, huh?”.

In retaliation, he knee’ed Dream in the back. Dream froze.

‘Shit shit shit shit.’

“Naughty…”, Dream smiled darkly and grabbed George’s thigh, pressing it to the bed and tickling it brutally. George’s screams of apology were garbled by the tape covering his mouth.

That big hand nearly wrapped around his thigh, squeezing perfectly into the muscles there to make him feel like he would explode. His muffled laughter rose in pitch.

‘That tickles!! That tickles oh my god that tickles!!’

Soon, the hand would crawl up to attack the ticklish bones of his hips and George was sent into a new muffled frenzy.

George could feel his mind slip away under the ticklish torture. Dream eventually shook off his mean act to coo at the pretty tears dripping from George’s eyes.

“I’m so happy Georgie. Thank you so much for doing this! I don’t know how to stop! I just want to tickle tickle tickle you forever!!!”. The poor boy could only squirm and laugh into his tape…all begging was useless here.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Sapnap’s text to Dream from George’s phone:

Hi! Okieeee…so I’m going to handcuff myself and go lay in your bed. Can you come tickle me out of my mind? Pweaaase? 🥹🥹🥹

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

[JP] Galileo Galilei: Destiny in Motion

This post contains a detailed spoiler.

Not 100% accurate. I didn't proofread this one, so there may be grammatical errors.

Translation under the cut.

(Mitsuki's POV)

Fate moves just as time follows the present.

Like me and someone else I have yet to see.

My blurred vision gradually became clear.

(Huh? Where am I?)

I suddenly found myself standing in a dark hallway.

(This is the hallway I passed through when I time slipped from Louvre. How did I end up in this place?)

I probably fell asleep.

I was looking around, thinking that I might be dreaming when一

???: "Come. Come here. Take my hand."

(Who is it?)

A husky voice I'd never heard before reached my ears.

Strangely lured by it, I walked forward and saw a bleak-looking prison cell.

???: "Why did this happen?"

(There's someone inside the prison cell.)

???: "Why do you only believe what others tell you and not check it out yourself? Why don't you try to see it with your own eyes?"

???: "Why do people refuse to face the truth?"

He said it in a quiet voice, but it sounded as if he was trying to squeeze out some unwanted emotion.

Then the sound of footsteps approached, and a dignified old priest-like man arrived.

Priest: "A heretical scholar who denies God's teachings一wait, no, a filthy heretical monster."

???: "Don't tell me that's why I'm一"

Priest: "There should be no such thing as a sinful monster. May you burn in the fires of God."

The old man glanced one last time at the speechless man and left.

???: "I hate them. I hate all of them."

???: "It's all because of this blood."

???: "Ah, but this is how hatred is created and how this world gets distorted."

(What am I seeing?)

I don't know if it's just a dream or if it really happened, but一

(I can feel this person's emotions so painfully.)

A heart-wrenching lamentation, and yet his wistful eyes were as beautiful as purple crystals.

Mitsuki: "-----!"

I opened my eyes and saw the familiar canopy of my bed.

I looked outside the window to see that it was morning and knew I was just dreaming.

(That was a weird dream. I followed the voice and ended up in a place I didn't know.)

(Someone was angry一no, someone was sad.)

I tried to remember, but the memory of the dream faded away.

That evening一

I came to the city's university to deliver a Blanc to Isaac, who has recently been working late.

(I don't come here often, so it's refreshing. It reminds me of my school days.)

I felt nostalgic despite being in a different country and time.

I decided to walk around the school building, when suddenly...

(Hm? What's that?)

Something caught my eye, so I entered the classroom.

On a table positioned near an open window, an old-fashioned telescope stood on a pedestal, pointing up at the sky.

(Did someone use it in a lecture? Maybe I should tell Isaac if they forgot to put it away.)

Even as I thought about this, I couldn't help but become curious.

(Sorry, but only for just a little bit.)

As I looked into the lens, the moon appeared in front of me, floating faintly in the evening sky.

Mitsuki: "Wow, cool."

???: "What are you doing here?"

Mitsuki: "I-I'm sorry!"

I looked up in a panic, hearing a sharp voice.

(Eyes like purple crystals...)

I was drawn into his beautiful eyes as our gazes met, and at the same time, I felt a strong sense of déjà vu.

(I think I've seen his eyes somewhere.)

Man with purple eyes: "You don't look like a student."

Mitsuki: "Oh, I'm sorry! I was visiting the university on an errand, but I saw this and got curio一"

Man with purple eyes: "You're in the way. If you’re an outsider, leave."

He cut off my words sharply.

(Right, I shouldn't have entered the classroom without permission.)

Feeling sorry, I bowed my head and stepped toward the classroom door, but the sensation I had felt earlier bothered me, so I looked back at the man.

(Why do his eyes look so familiar?)

At that moment, a shooting star appeared in the sky.

Mitsuki: "A shooting star!"

Man with purple eyes: "-----!"

The man's eyes widened slightly, hearing my sudden outburst, and he looked up at the sky through the window.

Mitsuki: "Oh, there's that cloud over there again."

As I approached the window, the man also turned his gaze in the direction I pointed.

We both looked up and watched the sky. Then, I heard mumbling from next to me.

Man with purple eyes: "Beautiful. Even in this day and age, I still find myself looking up at the stars."

("This day and age?")

I looked at him, suddenly curious about his words.

(Huh?)

His mood and facial expression softened slightly as his eyes, searching for stars, gazed intently at the sky.

(I wonder if he likes the stars.)

But when he noticed my gaze, he became cold again.

Man with purple eyes: "You still need something?"

Mitsuki: "N-No."

(I know, I was being rude by staring at his face.)

Even as I thought this, my chest thumped, and my cheeks grew hot.

Mitsuki: "Um, were you waiting for the shooting star?"

Man with purple eyes: "Yeah."

Man with purple eyes: "If my observations are correct, I can see a meteor shower this time of the year."

Man with purple eyes: "I was going to wait and watch the moon, but I'm lucky to see it at dusk."

The man answered my question as he gazed toward the sky again.

Though, it was more like a monologue than a conversation.

Mitsuki: "I haven't seen a shooting star in a long time, not since the meteor shower in 20XX."

Man with purple eyes: "20XX?"

Mitsuki: "Oops, I misspoke."

Man with purple eyes: ".............."

When our eyes met, that strange feeling came back again.

(I think I know this person after all. His voice also sounds familiar.)

Mitsuki: "Um, have we met somewhere before?"

I asked boldly, and the man raised his eyebrow.

Man with purple eyes: "No. If you want someone to talk to, find someone else."

Mitsuki: "That's not what I meant. I just had a feeling."

(Good job on saying such stupid things, Mitsuki.)

I looked down, feeling embarrassed, as the man let out a sigh.

Man with purple eyes: "I'm not denying your statement without any basis."

Man with purple eyes: "I'm an astronomer. I'm temporarily working at this university while I'm traveling."

Man with purple eyes: "I've only arrived recently in this city, so I’ve never met you before."

He explained his story like he was proving a theory.

(Then I guess we can't have met.)

Mitsuki: "Have you traveled that long already?"

Man with purple eyes: "Yeah."

Man with purple eyes: "It's a long journey, like the stars in the sky."

Despite his words, the man lowered his gaze slightly, and his eyes, which previously reflected the sky, faded behind his delicate eyelashes.

(His eyes have a faraway look in them.)

His wistful eyes were as if they were on a never-ending journey.

(Huh?)

The image of the distressed man in the dark prison cell passed through my mind for a moment.

(Was that the dream I had last night?)

(But why did I suddenly remember it?)

I felt confused by the scene that suddenly came back to me.

I was speechless, and before I knew it, the man was staring at me.

Man with purple eyes: "............"

Mitsuki: "U-Um..."

Man with purple eyes: "What's that sweet smell you have?"

He took a step closer to me, his purple eyes captivating me so much that I almost forgot how to breathe.

*Bell chimes*

Man with purple eyes: "-----!"

The sound of the college bell rang out, and we took a small gasp.

Man with purple eyes: "It's late. You should go home."

Mitsuki: "Okay. I'm sorry for bothering you. Excuse me."

I hurriedly back away from him and turn on my heel.

(For a moment, I thought he was going to bite me.)

I have no idea why I felt that way.

I don't understand the strange déjà vu, the dream, or this pounding in my chest.

(But一)

Before leaving the classroom, I turned around one last time.

Mitsuki: "Um, my name is Mitsuki. What's yours?"

Man with purple eyes: "............"

(I don't really know why, but I want to know about this person.)

Holding only this thought, I stared straight into his clear purple eyes.

For the first time, he showed me a look of hesitation.

Man with purple eyes: "Galileo."

Mitsuki: "Eh?"

Galileo: "The same name as the astronomer condemned for seeking the truth."

His wistful eyes looked like the eyes I had seen in my dream, or so I thought.

After Mitsuki left the classroom, Galileo muttered to himself.

Galileo: "Why did I foolishly and honestly give my name when I could've used a false name?"

However, there could be no "Galileo Galilei" here in 19th-century Paris.

He reconsidered the fact that he just happened to have the same name as Galileo Galilei and thought that the girl would think so, too.

Then he remembered Mitsuki's eyes on him.

Galileo: "Those eyes look like they are earnestly seeking the truth."

Unable to resist her unexpected sincerity, he uttered his true name.

At the same time, it was also true that he felt an inexpressible urge to smell Mitsuki's scent, even if it was only a little.

Galileo: "She was a strange girl, the things she said and did, and that scent. If we ever meet again一No, let's not. As long as I continue this journey, I will never see her again."

That's right, as long as the divided destinies do not intersect again.

Muttering this to himself, Galileo put the lid on the telescope lens.

(Mitsuki's POV)

I was lost in a dream again tonight.

------------Flashback------------

???: "Come. Come and take my hand."

---------Flashback Ends---------

(Is that voice really Galileo?)

The sad man I saw in my dream, the cold man I met in reality, and now the voice inviting me一

(What kind of person are you really?)

As time chases the present like the stars in the sky, my destiny and his begin to intertwine.

-> Francis Drake's Story