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boredmadamoiselle · 4 months

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You're losing me

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader

Synopsis: When the 2023 season comes to an end, everything falls down. Including your relationship with Charles.

Warnings: Angst. Charles is a little toxic maybe and an asshole. English isn't my first language, so it probably contains some mistakes. Sorry in advance!

Author's note: Let me know what you think. Your feedback is always appreciated and it is really important for me. If you have any ideas or concepts you want to share and that you want me to write, feel free to send them and I will take into consideration.

How long could we be a sad song 'Til we were too far gone to bring back to life? I gave you all my best me's, my endless empathy And all I did was bleed as I tried to be the bravest soldier Fighting in only your army Frontlines, don't you ignore me I'm the best thing at this party

“And Max Verstappen is a F1 world champion for the third time in a row!”, you heard the speakers saying even if everyone already knew that.

All attention was on Max and Red Bull but your thoughts were on someone else. Charles.

While Max was celebrating his victory, Charles had lost not only against Red Bull but also against his own teammate. In the end, Carlos had managed to overtake him in the drivers' standings. The same Carlos who had always been one step in front of him for the entire year, who had broken, albeit for just one race, Red Bull's dominance and had dominated during the weekend at Monza, Ferrari’s home race. It was frustrating because he was Il Predestinato, the one who was destined to win and bring Ferrari to success after all those years. But race after race and despite the support of his fans, it seemed to him that it was no longer the case. He didn't even feel the same anymore. He was losing his confidence and was tired to fight when everything and everyone seemed to be against him: his own team, the strategies, the car, his teammate…

But most of all, Charles was angry. You could barely keep up with him from how fast he was walking. With the helmet still on, he was ignoring everyone, including you and his fans. Something he had never done before.

Despite his nervousness, he waited for you entering inside his driving room before slamming the door violently. You gasped at it.

You remained silent as you watched him change clothes and you thought about what you could tell him to console him. You didn’t even know if it was a good idea talking to him. What could you tell him in a moment like that to make things better? You knew that whatever you would have said wouldn't have been enough. What could you tell him that you haven’t told him yet? Because it wasn't the first time you found yourself in that situation, that things weren't going well...

You thought back over the past few months. It hadn’t been a good year for him and as a result, your relationship had suffered too. The worse the races went, the more, in fact, he was disappointed and threw himself more into work. When he didn't have to race, he was in Maranello at the factory working on the car and getting ready for the next race. Although you had tried to accompany him whenever you could, you had seen him less and less often. You also didn't feel welcome at the factory as you felt like your presence was bothering him. Scared by that, you had stopped going with him. You know it wasn’t true, that it was only your mind playing tricks on you. Was it?He loved you... you weren’t a burden or a distraction to him – you had repeated to yourself for months. He just needed to focus on his job if he wanted to win. Knowing how much it was important to him, you had put yourself aside and never said anything about it or how you felt. Not even when he didn’t come home for your anniversary because he had to work or when he forgot your birthday. You had remained silent even then, forgiving and justifying him, even though every disappointment and forgetfulness were like a stab in your heart, making you feel less and less important. In the end, it wasn't even worth it.

Although you were sad for Charles, a part of you was happy that the season had finally come to an end and that the winter break was about to start. It was your chance to spend some time together away from everything and everyone. Everything would have gone back to normal, to how it was before. You and Charles would have been fine again. At least it was what you thought… How wrong you were.

As Charles was putting his t-shirt on, you hugged him from behind and rested your chin on his shoulder. Or at least, you tried. He moved your arms off of you and walked away leaving you paralyzed in the middle of the room. You heard him grumble.

You felt rejected by the man you loved and who told you he loved you. Because in that moment it didn’t seem like that.

It wasn’t the first time that you felt rejected. The truth was that you hadn’t felt loved by him for months.

You wanted to cry but you couldn’t. You had cried enough for him. You had lost count of the nights you spent crying before falling asleep.

“Charles…”, you managed to whisper than to say.

He turned to look at you.

“What… what happens?”

He looked at you in disbelief. “What happens? Weren't you out there? Didn't you see what happened? I lost everything! Here what happened!”, he screamed. “I lost the championship, again! I’m not even vice-champion this time and my own teammate beat me. I’ve been driving a tract for the entire year. Isn’t all this enough for you?”

As you listened to him, you realized how everything was always about him. He was still talking about the damn season he had, the championship, the car, his teammate… when you didn’t give a fuck about them, not anymore. You cared about you. You and Charles. But it didn't seem to be the same for your boyfriend.

He was still complaining about the season when you stopped him. You had enough. “No, I meant why you moved earlier.”

He turned around looking at you in confusion as if he didn’t understand what you were saying.

“What… what are you talking about? When?”

You couldn’t believe it. Was he making fun of you? How could he be so oblivious about everything, about you? Weren't you the woman he said he loved?

“Now when I hugged you and you immediately moved away from me as if you couldn’t stand my touch. Why that?”

Charles sighed and you could see how annoyed he was from your affirmation. Too bad for him that you were tired too and you couldn’t stand that situation anymore. It was time for both of you to clarify it.

“It was nothing. I didn’t even realize it”, he said turning and giving you his back.

“You see, Charles, this is the problem. You wouldn’t have realized it if I hadn't pointed it out for you. You never realize anything”, you said.

“What would that mean? I already said that it was nothing. You're overreacting, Y/N!”

As your patience had reached its limit, you ended bursting out.

“It was something, Charles! It meant for me. But apparently you simply don’t care enough about me and also about us if you don’t realize how much you’re hurting me, or I should say how I much you had hurt me in the last months”, you yelled at him while your eyes started filling with tears.

Your words caught him off guard and put him in difficulty. He turned around to face you.

“I’m sorry, okay? I didn't do it on purpose. I just have a lot of things on my mind right now. This year sucked…”

You didn’t give him the time to finish.

“Stop, Charles! I’ve had enough. Yeah, this season, the car, the team, everything sucked. I know that very well and do you know why? Because I’ve been by your side the whole time supporting and consoling you when everyone and everything seemed to be against you. And despite all this, you managed to make me feel like I wasn’t welcome. The least you could do is not push me away.” With every word you raised your voice more and more, not caring who could hear you from outside.

“I never asked you to do all those things.”

You looked at him in disbelief. You quickly wiped away a tear that was falling down your cheek. He didn't deserve to see you crying. He didn't deserve you tears anymore.

You wondered yourself who was the person in front of you because that wasn’t the same Charles you knew and loved. There was a completely stranger in front of you as you didn't recognize him anymore.

“Yes, you didn’t but I did it anyway and I don’t regret it, Charles. I'd do it all again because I love you. But…”

The thought had been tormenting you for months. You had kept pushing it away, trying not to listen to it but it came back stronger every time. You didn't want to believe it was true because it would mean the end of you and Charles. But maybe your relationship had been over a long time ago and you were just postponing the inevitable.

“But it looks like my love isn’t enough anymore or maybe… maybe you don’t love me anymore, I don’t know. But I know for sure that in the last year you’ve loved your job, the championship and everything else more than me and don't try to deny it because you proved it several times, Charles. And I’m sorry but I'm tired of trying to make this relationship work when it seems I’m the only one who cares about it. I can’t keep fighting for both of us”, you said as you started collecting your things around the room, even the pieces of your broken heart. You wanted to leave that place and everything behind you as soon as possible. You were about to burst into tears.

“Wait. What are you doing?”, he asked as he realized what you were about to do.

“Leaving”, you simply said avoiding looking him in the face. You were afraid of the effect it might have on you.

“What do you mean? The room or… me?”

Good question. You didn't know it either.

“I… don’t know. Maybe both, but for now the room for sure. I need some fresh air and... some time.”

You collected your last things.

You had reached the door when his words stopped you.

“So is it like this? Just because I've been absent recently or because I didn't win, you break up with me? You know I was working all the time, right?”

You turned around to face him. All the sadness from earlier had been replaced by anger. You approached him reducing the distance between you. How could he think so low of you?

“Don’t you dare, Charles! I don't care if you're the champion of the world or not. I've always loved and wanted you despite that. And yes, I know you have been working all this time. You know why? Because that's all you've done this year: work, work and again work. If we've reached this point, it's… Do you know what? Nevermind. It’s just a waste of time and I've already wasted it enough. And so did you. I assume you have some work to do or am I wrong?”

Maybe you had exaggerated with your words but you didn't care at all. You were hurt and angry.

Charles said nothing as you stood looking at each other.

You weren't sure what you were hoping for. But anything would have been better than that deafening silence that was slowly killing you inside. It felt like the world was ending. For sure something was certainly over between you and Charles. But was it the end for you and him? Or there was still hope?

Your hand was on the doorknob, ready to leave when you turned to Charles. You wanted to see him one last time, to remember the Charles you loved but all you saw was a stranger.

“You know what, Charles? You were right in the end. You’ve lost everything, including me, us. Good work, Charles.”

And with those last words you left the room and Charles.

You exited the garage and walked quickly across the paddock hoping no one would have stopped or seen you.

As you were keeping your head down, you didn't see that Joris was coming in the opposite direction and you collided with him.

"Oh, Joris... I'm sorry, I didn't see you...", you told him.

"Hey, Y/n. Is it everything ok? Where are you going?"

You were avoiding his gaze. If you would have looked at him in the eyes, you wouldn't have been able to hold back the tears anymore. "Away, Joris. I need to go", you whispered as your eyes started to fill with tears again.

"Wait, where? What happened?"

You quickly looked at him before hugging him.

"Nothing, don't worry. Take care of him for me, Joris."

You quickly kissed his cheek and left him there confused as he watched you walking away.

Stop, you're losin' me Stop, you're losin' me Stop, you're losin' me I can't find a pulse My heart won't start anymore For you 'Cause you're losin' me

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darknight3904 · 1 month

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The Length of a Life

𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏᴊᴏ ᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴇɴᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ 20ꜱ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ

ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴛʜᴇᴏʀʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ɢᴏᴊᴏ ᴀᴅᴏᴘᴛᴇᴅ ᴍᴇɢᴜᴍɪ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛꜱᴜᴍɪᴋɪ ʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ɢɪʀʟʏ ꜱᴛᴜꜰꜰ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ 2010ꜱ. ɪɴ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ, ɢᴏᴊᴏ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴅɪʀᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ꜱᴡɪꜰᴛɪᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴅᴜᴄᴛ ᴛᴀᴘᴇ ᴡᴀʟʟᴇᴛꜱ.

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: ᴄᴜʀꜱɪɴɢ. ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ/ᴋɪʟʟɪɴɢ. ꜱʟᴜᴛ ꜱʜᴀᴍɪɴɢ. ɴᴀᴏʏᴀ ᴢᴇɴɪɴ (ʜᴇ ɪꜱ ɢʀᴏꜱꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴇᴇᴅꜱ ᴀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ)

ɢᴏᴊᴏ x ᴢᴇɴɪɴ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: ᴏᴠᴇʀ 5ᴋ (ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴘʀᴏʙʟᴇᴍ)

ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴘᴀʀᴛ / ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ /ᴍʏ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

July 2013 (Gojo: 23 You:22)

"Satoru, did you forget the sunscreen?" You groan

"What? No! I swore I packed it in that little hidden pocket inside the green bag!"

"Well, it's not here," You sigh passing the bag to your boyfriend to check for himself

"I could've sworn I put it in here!" Gojo whines

"You probably left it on the kitchen counter." Megumi says

"I bet he did. He's always leaving the important things there." You say

"So you remembered the CD player but not the sunscreen?" Tsumiki asked with a light giggle.

Gojo rolls his eyes in annoyance. Not only were the two preteens he was stuck watching sassing him but so were you.

"Great, now we can listen to One Direction while our skin burns," Megumi says

"One Direction is amazing! Zayn is so awesome!" Tsumiiki gushes as she pulls one of her CDs from the big bag that was supposed to have the sunscreen in it.

"I'm more of a Harry girl myself." You chime in

"Excuse me, could you not talk about another man in my presence?!" Gojo gasps, kicking a bit of sand towards you.

"I'll talk about whatever man I want to since mine forgot one of the most important things you need for a day at the beach." You say, pointing an accusing finger at Gojo.

"I'm your man?!" Gojo gasps wrapping his arms around you "Finally you acknowledge my presence, Senpai!"

"Stop that." You say trying to wiggle away, embarrassed as other beachgoers are staring at your loud-mouthed boyfriend. "You're embarrassing us and I'm a year younger than you, idiot."

"Never! Tsumiki, play What Makes You Beautiful! I'm going to serenade all of you!" Gojo requests as he turns his head to place a wet kiss to your cheek.

"Tsumiki don't do it!" Megumi begs "Last time he sang One Direction my ears almost fell off!"

"Then I won't sing One Direction...Tsumiki put Taylor Swift on! I'll sing You Belong with me, instead!"

"No!"

November 2013 (Gojo: 23 You:23)

"You're sure about this? She can't even see curses, let alone use a technique." Gojo reminds you as he drives.

"I'm sure. I hear she's strong in other ways. Besides you're Megumi's benefactor, I think I need a kid to look after as well." You say

"I just fund him. You do all the hard work." Gojo says

"Combing hair, wiping noses, and helping with homework isn't that hard, Satoru." You laugh

"Sure it is, the amount of boogers he and Tsumiki produce is disgusting," Gojo says, carefully parking the car

"Give me a call or a text if something goes wrong. I'll be waiting here." He says

"I think I should be saying that to you. You're the Gojo who just drove onto the Zenin estate like you own the place." You say

"True. I'll let you know if I become a damsel in distress." Gojo grins

His words are ridiculous but you do hope he contacts you if something goes wrong. Not because he couldn't defend himself but you didn't want him wiping the entire clan off the map, even if it would be for the best.

Hushed whispers follow you as you make your way toward your destination. Perhaps it's due to your engagement to Naoya. You can't imagine that the news of you and Satoru was out. After all, you had only told people you were both close with.

You're welcomed by the woman you can only presume is the twins' mother.

"And is this Maki?" You ask pointing to the little girl who peers around the corner of the doorframe.

"Yes, it is. But I'm sure you're more interested in Mai. She's the one who has a technique. I'll go get her for you." She says

"That won't be necessary. Let me have some time with Maki. I'll see Mai later." You say

She looks at you like you're insane but motions for her daughter to enter anyway before leaving the room. Her respect must only come because of her fear of Naoya's wrath. It hurt that so many people in the clan believed that you and Naoya were close. That you were only worthy of a bit of respect because Naoya might get upset.

Imagine if they found out what you and Satoru had done last night. You'd surely lose all respect then.

"Maki right?" You smile, hoping you're not coming off as intimidating to her, "Please sit down."

Maki wordlessly obeys you but you can tell she's trying to figure you out. The wheels are turning in her little brain.

"You know who I am right?" You ask

"You're Naoya-san's fiancee. My mothers talked about you before, and said you're an honored woman to be chosen for him." She spouts like the words have been perfectly laid into her mind, "She said you're the perfect example of what a woman in the clan should be. You're well-mannered and respectable."

Is that seriously what's been spread around the clan about you? Nothing else? Nothing about your technique or the fact that you're a special-grade sorcerer?

"Oh...that's wonderful she thinks so highly of me. I'll have to thank her later on." You awkwardly say.

If Maki doesn't know anything about who you really are as a sorcerer, this will probably take more effort than you initially planned.

"I don't really buy all that though. It seems like a bunch of scripted bullshit. Everyone around here buys into it though, even my sister." Maki says suddenly

Oh? What a surprising twelve-year-old girl Maki Zenin is turning out to be.

"I know you're a special-grade sorcerer. I also know you've kicked a bunch of curse's asses. " Maki grins

Good to see your reputation proceeded its self.

"What are you a fan?" You laugh, suddenly at ease with the girl

"Yeah!" Maki exclaims, suddenly standing up.

Her face gets red and she immediately gets back in her seat.

"I mean...no. I just hear some people talking sometimes." She lies, looking at the wall behind you.

"It's alright. I don't mind. It's nice to be praised, everyone likes to hear words of affirmation from time to time. It's what makes us human." You say

Maki slowly nods in agreement.

"I'm sure you're wondering why I'm here talking to you when Mai is the one with the cursed technique." You say, "The truth is, Mai doesn't really interest me. I am, however, interested in you."

"Me? Why? I can't even see curses." She grumbles

"That doesn't matter to me. You have potential to be amazing. Have you ever heard of Toji Zenin?" You ask

Maki shakes her head, figures, no one would pass on that bastard's legacy. Nabito must be content with Toji's vanishing after his death a few years ago. Too bad he couldn't get his hands on Megumi.

"He was just like you. He couldn't see curses and yet he became known as the sorcerer killer. Toji was immensely powerful and I think that with time you could be the same way." You smile, the man might've been a total pain in the ass but there was no denying he had been strong.

"But what about Mai? Wouldn't she be the better choice?" Maki asks

Cute. Thinking of her sister.

"No, she won't be able to get as good as you." You honestly say

Maki doesn't like that and rolls her eyes at you.

"Look, there's ways to become great. I brought one with me today. I'll even give it to you know but only if you agree to becoming a sorcerer." You say

"Fine. I've been wanting to show my family they're wrong about me anyway." She agrees

"Good, now, here's how all this will work...In a few years, you'll enroll at Jujutsu High, I'll be your benefactor so you're going to have to work pretty hard. And while you're there you'll become stronger than everyone else." You explain, hoping your over-the-top words will inspire her.

Maki follows you to the car where you can hear California Girls by Katy Perry blasting even with the windows closed. Satoru is going to end up deaf one day.

"Oh right...the gift." You say pulling a small case from your purse

Maki opens it slowly and is obviously disappointed when it's a pair of glasses.

"Um, I can see just fine." She mumbles

"These are special glasses. They let you see curses. Next time you're out, give em' a try. I'm sure they won't disappoint."

You give the girl a gentle pat on her shoulder before beginning to walk towards the car.

"Hey, wait!" Maki calls

You turn to face the young girl you just placed your hopes on.

"Thank you!" Maki smiles

Maki watches as you get into the car and say something to the person at the wheel. It looks like the two of you are laughing as they reverse. Then, just as the car passes her, she locks eyes with blue eyes covered by dark glasses. A white tuft of hair catches her eye and then you're both gone.

Were you in a car with Satoru Gojo?

October 2014 (Gojo: 24 You:23)

"I mean it. After we both turn 28 I expect us to be married." Naoya says, "After all, I've done you a favor not spreading your relationship with Gojo everywhere. You can thank your little project for the news reaching me."

Maki. You didn't blame the girl for telling someone. You probably would've done the same thing if you were in her shoes. It was only a matter of time until he found out anyway.

"You don't even want to marry me, why the rush?" You ask boldly,

You've been spending too much time with Satoru and now you're mouthing off in front of Naoya.

"My father wanted us to be married already at 25." He explains, ignoring your rudeness "You're right, I don't want your ugly cunt anywhere near me. Why do you think I pushed for 28?"

His words are harsh and hurtful but you internally thank him for pushing the marriage off. It gave you more time to try and figure out what you'll tell Satoru.

"Better get your affairs in order, future wife. I have a feeling a certain Six Eyes user won't be happy about you leaving him one day." Naoya laughs "He'll certainly miss you warming his bed. He'll find another though, you seem to be rather forgettable, with that plain face of yours."

"Shut the fuck up, Naoya."

Shit. You should not have said that.

Instead of anger or fists, you're met with amused laughter from the man who represents everything you've been running from your whole life.

"Such a temper. I'll have fun getting that out of you once we're married. Until then, feel free to live as Satoru Gojo's glorified slut. I'll remind you of your real place in a few years." Naoya says, leaving you speechless.

The Tatami door of his father's expensive home slides shut behind him and you swear the anger inside you has never burned hotter.

"He said what?!" Gojo yells "Where the hell does this bastard live again? I'm going to rip his teeth out of his skull!"

"Satoru, be quiet! The kids have school tomorrow!" You try to calm him down.

You had come home expecting him to be in bed but now here you were spilling details about what Naoya did this time.

"There's nothing you can do about it now, what's been said is said." You say

"That doesn't mean I can't go over to his house and blow his ass up!" Gojo declares

"Just let it go, 'toru. I'm tired and I want to take a hot bath and go to sleep. I just wanna forget about it for now." You sigh

Gojo looks at you and he can see how worn out you are. From dealing with curses, Naoya's disgusting ass, Megumi, and Tsumiki, your energy is completely gone. For your sake, he'll drop it. Just for now though.

"Alright. But only if I get to sit on the floor and talk to you while you soak." Gojo says

"Fine...but it better not be about anything stupid like Digimon." You warn

"I was just gonna talk about how Tsumiki taught me how to make a Duct Tape wallet today." He says picking you up off the couch bridal style and carrying you to the bathroom, "For the record, Digimon is awesome."

"What wallet?" You ask as you begin shedding your dirty clothes

"Look," Gojo says pulling a bright pink Duct Tape wallet out, "Pretty cool right? She showed me all the steps and helped me when I messed up."

"Satoru it doesn't look very secure." You laugh "But yes, it's very nice. It's the perfect color for you."

"Right? Also, it's perfectly secure," Gojo says

He's eating his words a moment later though when his credit card slips out of the little pocket it was nestled in and right into the bathtub that was slowly filling with water.

"Alright, maybe it's not the most secure."

February 2015 (Gojo: 25 You:24)

"Trust me, he's totally gonna love it," Shoko assures you

"I dunno...he's been so stressed lately. The higher-ups have been breathing down his neck and he's been going through some training so he can teach at the school next year." You say.

"All the more reason to buy the dress. Every guy likes a little eye candy every once in a while. Nanami and I will even watch Megumi and Tsumiki for the night. That way you can really get into it!" Shoko grins

Your face heats up as you hand your card to the cashier. Why were you friends with her again?

"Could you please not say stuff like that in front of others, you're embarrassing me." You groan, avoiding the cashier's eyes as he smirks at you.

"Oh please, that's why we're friends," Shoko smiles, "So what time should I pick the kids up? Nanami and I will make sure they eat all their vegetables and go to bed early."

You try to think of the last time you and Satoru had a moment alone. Most nights were whirlwinds of chaos between cooking dinner, helping with homework, and then throwing in exorcising a curse or two...

"Four thirty...Satoru usually gets home at six. I want some time to do my hair nicely." You relent

"Perfect!"

Gojo can't wait to get home. He swears all his problems will be solved the moment he sees you. Today, he's exercised three special grades, sat in a boring meeting, and then had to listen to Yaga blab for hours about how important the next generation is. He already knew that...why else would he be personally training Megumi?

A hot shower and a big meal are on his mind as he fumbles with his keys to open the door. He can smell whatever you're cooking up behind the door and he hopes it's something with noodles.

"Satoru!"

Your sweet voice is music to his ears as you call to him from the kitchen.

"Yeah, I'm home." He sighs, removing the white bandages he's been using for his eyes. Perhaps he should go back to glasses.

All thoughts of passing out in bed leave his mind once he sees you. A little black dress hugs your figure as you stir at whatever's in the frying pan on the stove.

"Well, well... what's this?" He smiles

"How was your day?" You ask coyly like you're not all dressed up for him.

"Terrible, until I came home to all this." He honestly says, crossing the room to wrap his arms around you from behind.

"I'm making Sukiyaki." You say, accepting his barrage of kisses that he trails all over your neck.

"And it smells amazing... I'm more interested in this though..." He says slightly pulling the bottom up the dress up your thighs.

"Ah, Shoko said you'd like a bit of eye candy in your life." You smile

"Well, she was right." Gojo laughs, pressing a wet kiss to your ear.

"Forget the Sukiyaki, let's go upstairs. I think our bedroom is calling our names." He whispers.

"I'm in the middle of cooking, 'toru." You say, knowing he's going to win this one.

"We can order a pizza." He says, "I'll even get one with pepperoni on it for you."

Before you can get another word of protest out, he's switching off the stove and carrying you up the steps.

"Eye candy indeed." He laughs as he gently tosses you on the bed, "I'm so glad my meal is this delicious looking."

"Satoru!"

It's going to be a long night, it's a good thing Megumi and Tsumiki are gone.

September 2016 (Gojo: 26 You:25)

"Shut up Megumi!"

Tsumiki's room door slamming is loud enough to rattle the entire house.

"Not again..." Gojo groans from his spot on the couch.

Today was his first day off in months, he wished you were here and snuggled into the couch with him but instead, you were off on some mission with Nanami and that kid he was training, Ino was it?

Gojo wished you were here so you could deal with whatever the Fushiguro siblings were fighting about now. You had always been better at diffusing the situation that he was. After all, he'd often end up instigating more problems since Megumi was so funny-looking when he got mad.

"What's going on now?" Gojo asked the dark-haired boy

"Nothing. I just told her that her hair was weird looking today. Where is-"

"She's out on a mission with Nanamin. I'll be handling dinner tonight so go start your homework and apologize. " Gojo said

"You sure you can handle that without burning the place down?" Megumi asked

"Of course I can! I'm the strongest sorcerer alive...I can handle a little dinner."

"Goodnight, Zenin-san!" Ino called out the window as the car drove away

He really was a lovely boy, strong too. Nanami had trained him well. The walk up the sidewalk to your shared home with Gojo and the kids was your last sliver of peace though as you could already hear yelling.

What horrors awaited you on the other side of this door?

"Megumi would it kill you to help out?"

"Yeah probably. That pot is gonna overflow."

Your feet quickly carry you to the kitchen where Satoru is standing amongst...well you're not really sure what he's trying to cook.

"What's going on?" You ask

"You're home!" Gojo called excitedly, "How's Nanamin?"

"He's great. What's all this?" You ask gesturing to a pan that's been burned so bad its normally white bottom is black with charred food.

"He's trying to make dinner. He's been trying for almost two hours." Megumi says

"Satoru you're 26, can't you cook anything?" You ask as you pull your hair up, ready to take the spoon away from him

"I can cook. " He defends

"Frozen chicken nuggets don't count." You laugh

"Hey!"

Gojo watches as you toss what he was working on, to be frank, he's not sure what he was trying to make at this point. It had started as pork katsu and then evolved into a disaster.

"What's wrong now?" You ask as you rummage through the fridge.

"I wanted to have a nice meal ready for when we got back from your mission. Like you do for me." Gojo says

You can hear the pout in your boyfriend's words.

"It's alright, Satoru. It's the thought that counts." You assure him

"Next time you go away, I'm going to make the best dinner ever." He declares, resting his chin on your shoulder as you fill a pot up with water.

"Well, Nanami and I have orders for Friday...so I'd get learning, Satoru." You smile.

"Perfect. Friday night, my dinner will be even better than yours. I'm going to go pick out a recipe on my laptop." He declares marching off to who knows where.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Of course, Megumi." You say, the boy rarely asked questions, so you were always excited to answer them when he did.

"Can you get someone else to cover your mission on Friday? I think if you leave him alone with the kitchen again he might blow us all up."

2017 (Gojo: 27 You:26)

June

"So he's cursed?" You ask as you skin the papers Gojo just handed you.

"Yup. The curse comes from his childhood friend, Rika." He explains "She's super powerful, I hope she doesn't try to squash me tomorrow when I meet with him."

You let out an ugly snort of laughter.

"Hey don't be mean, I'm being serious." Gojo smiles

"I'm sure you are, Satoru. and I know you're going to have no trouble handling Yuta Okkotsu tomorrow." You say

Gojo lets out a soft hum of acknowledgment.

"I can't help but think something is coming." He says

"Like what?" You ask

"I'm not sure." He says

"Then why'd you bring it up?"

"Do you ever stop to think that your words might come off as rude to others?"

"No, not really."

September

"Maki is doing really well for someone with no cursed energy. I'd hate to go against her in just hand-to-hand combat." You say

"Are you saying you're weaker than a 15-year-old girl?" Gojo teases

"I'll kill you." You threaten

Gojo just laughs and sits directly next to you on the couch you were occupying.

"Very well, I'll see if I can change your attitude tonight then. After all, it usually ends with 'More 'toru! Ah! Right there!'" Gojo laughs

You're going to cut him in half, seriously why does he say these things?

"Does it ever occur to you that behavior like that in public is inappropriate and embarrassing for not just her, but you as well?" Nanami chimed in

"Well, I think it's funny, Nanamin."

October

"Happy Halloween, Zenin-san!" Yuta smiles

"Happy Halloween, Okkotsu. Do you and the other first years have anything fun planned?" You ask as you walk beside the boy

"Panda said that Inumaki likes to use his cursed technique on drunk people to get them to do crazy things," Yuta says

Now that, you weren't expecting. Inumaki definitely wasn't supposed to do that but it certainly sounded funny.

"Oh wait! I wasn't supposed to say anything about that!" Yuta scrambles

"It's alright, your secrets safe with me. I went to school here with Gojo so I've seen my fair share of craziness." You laugh

"Thanks, Zenin-san," Yuta says

"What's Maki up to tonight?" You ask

"Oh uh, I think she said she was just gonna stay in her dorm room tonight. Something about being too grown up for Halloween." Yuta says

"Makiiii, I know you're in there, Yuta can't keep a secret to save his life!" You sing as you knock on the girl's door.

"That idiot."

You smile as you hear her rummaging around in her room before the door swings open.

"What is it?" She asks

"Let's go spar. I wanna see how well you're doing." You smile

"You're dropping your elbows too much, that's why you're losing to me." You advise as Maki falls to the floor again

"Or maybe I'm losing to you because you're a special-grade sorcerer who's 10 years my senior." She grumbles picking herself back up

"Pessimism won't get you anywhere." You say, easily dodging her next attack with her staff.

"I think you're spending too much time around that bandaged idiot. You're beginning to sound like him. " Maki says

You're starting to sound like Gojo? It can't possibly be...your worst nightmares are coming true!

Maki's wooden sparing staff makes a sharp cracking sound as it hits your face.

"Oh shit! I didn't think I'd actually hit you!" She exclaims, rushing to help you up.

"It's alright, I'm fine." You laugh

"You're laughing...I must've hit you too hard. I'll go find Ieiri-san to help you." Maki says, clearly concerned.

"No really, I'm fine. I'm just impressed that the clan's weakest link is now one of our strongest."

"If you're going to insult me like the rest of them-"

"I'm serious, Maki. You've grown stronger than anyone could have ever anticipated. As your fellow sorcerer and relative, I'm proud." You say rubbing your face, damn she hit hard.

"Whatever...thank you," Maki says avoiding your gaze

You smile knowingly. Getting praise was something that had always been hard for her even though she so badly deserved it.

"Can I ask you something?" Maki says

"Sure," You reply, patting the floor next to you so she sits.

"The stuff that most of our clan spreads about you...how much of it is true?"

"You're Naoya-san's fiancee. My mothers talked about you before and said you're an honored woman to be chosen for him. She said you're the perfect example of what a woman in the clan should be. You're well-mannered and respectable."

"Not much of it. I mean maybe at one point it was true. But now only the engagement is the true part of that stuff. Although I'm hoping to get rid of that one too." You say honestly

"I knew you didn't really like him," Maki said

"Oh really? Are you a relationship expert now?" You laugh

"No....but I figured since you're dating Gojo there's no way you could be into a freak like Naoya." She said

"You're right about that one." You smile, when did Maki get so perspective?

How grown up she's become since you first met her.

November

Tsumiki looks peaceful today. Her hair is freshly washed thanks to a nurse and you've spent nearly twenty minutes combing it to perfection.

"If you keep brushing she'll be bald when she wakes up," Megumi says

You sigh and place the comb back on the little nightstand.

"It's almost as if she's just napping." You observe

"Yeah...weird isn't it?" Megumi agrees

"I hope she wakes up soon. She's already missed so much. If you keep growing she won't even recognize you." You tease

Megumi lets out a grumble but doesn't pull away when you rest your head on his shoulder.

"I hope she's dreaming about something good." You sigh

"...Me too."

December

"Satoru! Long time no see!"

If you could go back in time and tell your 17-year-old self she'd one day be staring at Suguru Geto who was now a curse user, she would've laughed in your face.

And yet, it was happening right now. Geto, your former upperclassman and friend was declaring war and pledging to rid the world of all non-sorcerers.

"The Zenin clan's biggest failure...how interesting that she's being trained by one of their strongest. What's the point in taking in a monkey-like her anyway? She'll never be anything." Geto says

"Watch your mouth, Geto." You growl, "Or have you forgotten I'm a special grade as well?"

"I'd never." Geto grins finally turning to face you.

Geto's eyes lock on yours and Satoru steps in front of you.

"You can leave her and the students out of this, Suguru," Gojo says

His face is a stoic mask as you watch your boyfriend approach his best friend for the first time in 11 years.

"See you at the war!" Geto calls as he disappears into the clouds.

"Are you nervous?" Nanami asked

"What? No. Do I look nervous?" You ask

"You're fidgeting a lot." He points out "You only do that when you're nervous. Just like when we had a big test coming up back when we were in school."

Curse Kento Nanami and his observation skills.

"Hey guys!" Ino points at the sky to a barrage of curses flying overhead.

You have a feeling you should've stretched a bit more.

"Zenin-San!"

Ino is calling your name but where is he? There are two curses to your right, another to your left, and then there's that green one that's flying above you.

"Zenin-san behind you!"

You quickly turn around to see Ino chasing what looks to be an Okapi of some form. It must've escaped him.

"Got it!" You call

Your sword feels good in your hands. It's been a while since you've gotten to use Phantom to its fullest potential.

There are five curses in total. Two are closer together, and the other two are farther apart. The final is in motion and a student is hot on its heels.

The cursed technique, Phantom allows the user to create many versions (Phantoms) of themselves at once. The true body can be as far or as close to these duplicates as they please. The more duplicates that are created, the less control the original user has over them.

One, two, Your first Phantom cuts through the curses like butter

Three- this one's for your main body- that particular slash felt good, you're getting in the groove, now

Four, your Second Phantom is on it,

Five, nice and weak, perfect to kill

Done, they're dead now.

"Wow, Zenin-san. Have you gotten faster?" Ino asks once you're done killing the final one.

"I don't think so. But my duplicates are exceptionally good today. I think it's probably the healthy diet I've been consuming recently." You explain, calling your duplicates back into your self.

"Hey, stop chatting. There's more coming." Nanami scolds

"Yes, sir!" Ino salutes

Satoru's face is blank as he approaches you, Yuta by his side who seems to be thrilled to just be alive.

"Are you okay?" Gojo asks, his eyes scanning for any injuries

He looks distracted like something is weighing on him.

"Geto?" You ask, ignoring his prodding.

You wonder if he had slipped through Gojo's fingers again.

"He's gone. Yuta here gave him a nice ass kicking." Gojo smiles, patting the boy on his back.

He's gone? He couldn't possibly mean...

You look up at your boyfriend who hasn't bothered covering his eyes back up. There's a sadness behind them that you think only you'll notice as Yuta calls out to Maki.

"Gone?" You ask once the boy's out of earshot

"Mmhm...It's alright though. I'll get over it. " Gojo sighs, his gaze fixed on the sunset.

"It'll take time." You say, trying to get just a hint of emotion from the strongest sorcerer's unreadable face.

"I just hope he didn't hate me in his final moments," Gojo admits finally looking at you and you can finally see how devasted he is. Pretty blue eyes that are welling with tears pull on your heartstrings.

"Suguru could never hate you, Satoru. You're an irreplaceable force to everyone, even him. You'll miss him forever and so will he." You assure

"Maybe you're right... I just think that I should've spent more time living with him. We spent more time apart than together, I think I might regret that until I die." Gojo says, voice dripping in regret.

"I like to think that it's not the length of life that matters but the depth of it. It matters how we spend our time together, not how much time we spend together."

I threw the Maki and reader interactions in at the last minute...I hope they turned out okay.

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crookedkryptonitebeliever · 3 months

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Best and Worst of Both Worlds (part 19)

Tw: i guess implied huge age gap between reader and yves, bullying implied

Well its a little harder to transition to Monty time than i thought but bear wirh me we r gonna get there

Part 20

You woke up to the sound of your phone buzzing. Groaning and frowning, you wonder who would be calling you at this time.

You picked it up.

"(Name), it's Yves." His smooth and melodious voice reached your ears, there was a twinge of worry in his tone. "It should be noon there. You weren't answering my messages, I assume you must be busy with your classes earlier. I simply want to check on you. Have you had your lunch yet?"

Its noon!? You cussed audibly. You told Yves that you're going to call him back and hung up.

You can't believe that you slept through half the day. Well, whatever. Your next class is at one. You can make it.

Your eyes skimmed through his texts. The first one was sent at 12am.

"I have arrived at my destination safely. It is now seven in the morning and I am not used to the drastic time difference yet. It was cold, and all the passengers wore heavy coats. You would have loved the weather here. I am already missing you dearly, looking forward to coming back and holding you in my arms."

The next one was sent at three in the morning.

"You would have loved the Continental breakfast my Hotel provides. It has all your favourites. Wishing you were here."

He attached a picture of his plate. It looked delicious and fancy. A wide variety of meats, pastries and vegetables decorated his dish. Most of which happens to be foods that you're rather fond of.

The next one was at 7am:

"I went out exploring the city. It's beautiful. You would have enjoyed your time here. Missing you."

He attached numerous photos he took while on his stroll. You swiped through the pictures with envy, maybe you should have skipped the first week. They're not teaching much after all.

Then the next one was timestamped at 8:30am

"Good morning, my dear (name). It should be half past eight for you. Your first lecture is at ten, take care and be there on time. Have a wonderful day ahead. Do not forget your sunscreen and your packed lunch; it is in the fridge."

He sent another text at 11:15am.

"Your class should have ended already. It went well, I assume? I would love to hear about it. Reply to this message as soon as you can, please. I miss you."

The latest text from him just arrived at 12:04pm

"You overslept."

Nothing more was added.

No time to cringe at yourself, you locked your phone and rushed to freshen yourself up.

You were surprised to see that Mr Jones is already waiting for you in his car. Once he spotted you, he hopped out and opened the door.

"Quickly, quickly! Sir Yves informed me that your next class is in half an hour!"

You stuffed yourself in the back seat while Mr Jones rushed to the driver's seat.

You buckled your seatbelt as he drives away.

"I was surprised that you didn't request to be chauffeured this morning, seeing that you and my daughter shared the same class. I thought she was picking you up!"

You grimaced and shamefully admitted that you overslept, thinking you're too good for an alarm.

You have gotten her number, but you forgot to text her. So she didn't have yours.

Oh no, she must have thought you ditched her. That is bad.

"She called me, all worried and sad about her new friend. Evangeline was so relieved when I told her you overslept and you're coming to your next class."

You muttered an apology. Wishing you could just disappear and not face her later.

"It happens to the best of us, besides, it's the first week! Nothing bad is going to happen to your grades." He consoled you. It's not about the grades, it's about your new friend.

"Do you have your lunch with you, Mx (name)? Sir Yves said to make sure you had a bite to eat at least."

You forgot to take it.

"Um. Well, what about sunscreen? Sir Yves greatly emphasizes on the importance of sun safety."

You forgot about that too.

"Oh. Ah, haha! It's alright. I'm sure you'll be fine. Just don't tell Sir Yves. He seems to care about you a lot and he might throw a fit if he knows you're not taking care of yourself."

You sighed, rubbing your forehead.

Mr Jones floored the gas pedal and managed to get you to the University in record time. You swung the door open and ran out of the car, struggling to untangle the straps of your backpack.

Then, you received a text from Yves. You're in the middle of running towards your class.

"You worry me, (name)."

You hastily send him a message ridden with egregious typos, telling him that you're now at the campus and heading to your next class.

"Keep your eyes ahead when you're walking. Or else you might hit something and hurt yourself."

You tried to type up a response, but what Yves predicted came through, your body slammed into someone soft and tender. Rest assured, this isn't Montgomery even though you were half expecting to bump into him at some point.

"(Name)!" A feminine voice exclaimed as a pair of gentle hands grabbed onto your arms, helping you keep your balance.

Its Evangeline. You told her you're late and you have no time to talk.

She lets you go and watch you bolt away.

Her arms fell limp to her sides. Sighing, she adjusted her tote bag on her shoulder. Evangeline will be eating lunch on her own again.

The blonde squinted as he saw someone in the distance running up to her.

"Hey!"

She stood still. She had to crane her neck upwards to look the stranger in the eye. Even that was proven a bit difficult as his messy hair conceals a great deal of his eyes.

"Yes?" She replied, feeling weary as he is towering over her. Evangeline knows that she stood no chance in a physical altercation with him. So threw a couple of glances at the surveillance cameras nearby.

"You're (name)'s friend, I saw you talkin' to them earlier." He panted lightly, resting his hand on his knee. "Damn it! I ain't fast enough..." He muttered.

"And you are...?" She maintained her cautious gaze on him.

"I'm their boyfriend. Listen, I need ya to do me a favor." He wiped sweat off his brow. She looked at him up and down, judging his appearance. The man certainly looks... mature. By no means unattractive, but she was surprised that you were interested in men that are covered in grime and dust. And paint.

"And that is?" She prompted.

"Here. It's their lunch. Hand it to them when you see them." He handed a plastic bag containing a Styrofoam container. It's warm to the touch.

"Well, that's very nice of you to do that for them, sir." She commented as she hooked her finger around it's handles.

"What type of man wouldn't feed their partner? Anyways, tell them to call me too. I guess they're busy or somethin', I haven't heard from them in a while and I was worryin' my ass off when I couldn't find them here! I was startin' to think they were skippin' class, but I know my sweetheart ain't the kind of person to do that." He rambled on, telling her how studious you are and how proud he is of you to be following your dreams.

Evangeline narrowed her baby blues at him, something doesn't feel right. She deduced that you're trying to avoid him because there were no classes being conducted prior to today.

"Alright. I will relay your message to them. May I know your name, sir?"

"Tell 'em Montgomery's missing them to death. That'll do the trick." She nodded and beamed at him.

"I hope you have a great day, Mr Montgomery." He gave her a nod.

"Likewise, ma'am." He took off running in the direction of his car, it seems like he's running late for something.

Evangeline is curious as to what your supposed boyfriend got you. She took a peek inside the box and saw grease filled takeaway. She scrunched her nose up in disgust, she remembers the aroma. It gave her food poisoning before.

You like these kinds of things? She really doubt it.

Nonetheless, she covered it back up and began walking away.

You ignored Yves other texts in favour of making the first contact with Evangeline. You saved her number and sent her a message introducing yourself.

"Hello (name)! I have something for you, where should we meet?"

You asked her where she is. You were glad that she's near your class, so you told her where you're waiting.

A few minutes later, you were greeted with a cheery girl in a beautiful pink sundress with a strawberry pattern. Her blond hair swished side to side as she walked up to you.

You apologized for sleeping in and ditching her. But Evangeline wouldn't hear it, telling you that it's fine.

"Your boyfriend came by to give you this!" She eyed you very carefully when she uttered the word 'boyfriend'. You seem confused, but then after your attention was given to the takeaway, your eyes widened in terror.

She knew it. That was either an ex or a creep.

You sat her down on a chair nearby and tried your best to explain the situation. Starting from the time you and Montgomery first met, until your hospitalization.

She sympathetically nodded. "I'm sorry you had to go through that, (name). Where is your actual boyfriend now? I'm sure he can scare Montgomery away."

You actually forgot what Montgomery's name was. When Evangeline brought it up, it was baffling until you remembered that he said his name was along the lines of that.

You told her that your boyfriend is away for a conference trip.

The gears started grinding in her head. "Your boyfriend... Sir Yves?"

You nodded. You felt a sense of pride with it.

Evangeline momentarily appears shocked and astonished. Even horrified.

You asked her what was he visceral reaction about.

She shook her head and apologized. "I don't mean to judge, but... how did you meet Sir Yves?"

You said you started talking to him in the library.

"Again, no judgement from my side. But... are you into older men?" You can definitely feel the judgement on her side. You said that men in their late twenties or early thirties aren't old.

She furrowed her eyebrows. "I... am pretty sure Sir Yves is much older than thirty."

You asked her what makes her say that.

"We are of similar ages, (name). My dad was already working with him before I was even born. Sir Yves was already going on business trips then."

You smack your lips and gulp your spit. You try not to think too much about it.

You were interrupted by buzzing in your pocket. You pulled it out to see that Yves is calling you.

Evangeline excused herself so you could have privacy calling your boyfriend.

You dreaded answering it, so you stared at the screen for a few more seconds. You ended up not having to, because the call dropped.

You instead opened your messages to a bunch of loving updates of his situation, another set somewhat desperately requesting a response from you and a most recent one. Which only said:

"(name)?"

To that , you sent Yves a message explaining that you're doing fine. You told him you even made a friend for once, hopeful that she will stick.

"That's nice, dear. Who is this friend of yours?"

You told him that it's Evangeline Jones, she is kind to you.

You didn't receive a response for a while. Quite uncharacteristic of Yves, you thought maybe he's busy. So your finger went to the "off" button.

But then it buzzed again, receiving a new message from Yves.

"The alleged homewrecker?"

Your jaw dropped. What? Why would he call her that? You texted him back asking what prompted him to call your only friend such a demeaning title. Plus, that is the daughter of one of Yves's most loyal employees!

"Students can be quite loud with their gossiping in the library. I heard of a woman who slept with a married man. There were also stories of someone cheating in their relationship. The name that regularly comes up is Evangeline Jones."

You asked if he believed it.

"These were baseless accusations of a woman I have never met. Hence, it never mattered to me."

You don't know how to feel about this. Evangeline is kind and sweet. Perhaps Yves just hasn't met her yet. You're feeling upset that she was treated unfairly by her friends whereas Yves seemed apathetic.

"Have you had anything to eat for today?"

You said you were about to. You told him you have to go now and you will talk to him later.

You received no response for a while. But eventually you did.

"I miss you."

You sent him a half-hearted "I miss you too". After that, you switched off your phone and sought after Evangeline.

Both of you agreed to eat at a nearby shared space and talk to each other more.

Meanwhile, Yves accessed his folders remotely using his laptop. Your last text is open on his phone, facing up to the ceiling. There was a drafted response Yves made, attempting to continue the text conversation but you were already offline before he could send it. Jealousy bubbling from his chest, his intuition was telling him this girl will spell trouble for him. It isn't everyday his gut feelings become reactive.

Yves has time. His conference isn't in a few days and the network coverage in his Hotel is excellent. He is itching to figure out why his instincts are considering her a bigger threat than Montgomery.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere male #yandere concept #tw yandere #yandere x you #yandere oc x reader #male yandere oc x reader #oc yves #oc Montgomery

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magpieinstitute · 4 months

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Part 39 was absolutely fantastic, a great set-up for a series finale. Arthur is woefully under prepared to go into the Order of the Fallen Star, he's got many things on his mind and it's going to crash and burn and I can't wait to see how exactly that will happen.

Oh Noel... What a fascinating character, what a callback to the early days of the story! Finding out that he's Roland's old partner, and that he's been in the prison pits was a shock and a half! I absolutely love all the implications, the shape of the larger narrative that's emerging, it's so good!

I think it was extremely reckless of Arthur to spill the beans on John so suddenly, but I'm so glad it worked out and John got to have an actual conversation, a human connection with someone other than Arthur. He needed that so badly. To hear Arthur verbally thank John for his input in a conversation was especially great! And then John forgot...

This makes me perfectly sure that something deeper is wrong with John. It's not just pettiness, it's not resistance against Arthur's agency overpowering his own that he misses things or doesn't remember, there is something deeply off. He would not voluntarily forget a special experience like a conversation. Ever. It is deeply concerning and it makes me wonder if it's because he's a fragment and not a full Entity? That the further he drifts from the King, the more tenuous and shaky his grasp on his identity becomes until he can develop an actual self-image and form a new identity, free from the King. He cannot do that while he's so bound to Arthur. Arthur and John are individuals, but they're also one and the same. The one's mistake becomes the other's, they cannot be seen as separate beings. And for John especially, I think this is detrimental.

I think they need more discussions like they had in this episode where they ask each other what they're thinking about, what's on their mind. I think John needs to develop his sense of self so he can stand on his own without the King. And Arthur needs to respect that individuality more. Because John is right, he is a prisoner in there, as much as he's essential to Arthur.

Another thing I wanted to point out is Arthur's story. Meeting Percival again was a nice callback to a seemingly throwaway side point in an earlier episode, but the jury is still out on how important this second meeting will turn out to be. I feel like it's too coincidental, but we'll see where it goes. But the way Arthur told that story, it definitely means a lot to him. It's very introspective, and I think it reflects Arthur's fear that his end goals are going to be meaningless. Whenever John brings up separating them, Arthur glosses over it or dismisses it. I think he's gotten used to a passenger in his mind, and we already know he doesn't cope well with the absence of John. The woman is an interesting figure in that story. Is he hoping that something else will fill the void once he reaches his destination? I can't quite put my finger on the whole meaning yet, but I can't wait to return here in a year or so and cry about the inevitable gut punch it's going to be.

I'm also extremely amused by John asking if he's ever been in a fight (cold, calculating demeanour of someone not to fuck with my ass lol), promptly followed by one of the most violent beatings in a while. John's shock was delicious, but I think Arthur overdid it slightly lol. That aside, it was pretty funny overall.

In general, this was a great, well-paced episode and I am really looking forward to the next one. It's gonna be a doozy, I can feel it.

#malevolent podcast #arthur lester #john doe malevolent #part 39 #episode 39 #warning: rambling thoughts

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eviltiddyproductions · 7 months

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Destined With You : Episode 15

We’re at the homestretch everybody and I don’t think I’m ready to let go 😭

also everytime I tune into a new episode in a new week it takes me 2 seconds to settle into the universe like for a second I was completely oblivious to the cheek holding and then remembered 🫡

as we get closer to the end I MUST give a shout-out to our girl Hong Jo’s wardrobe especially the sweaters like they’re so cozy !!!! NEED THEM

he is SO SWEET to her 💕💕💕

I know it’s the plot but he’s so kind and adorable with her which makes me genuinely laugh at his and Nayeon’s relationship 😭🙏

hug it out !!! your past lives were terrible 💜

‘sorry to interrupt’ nawwwww even I forgot the bodyguards 😭

hold hands !!!

oh they did

I’m so happy to see them

Hong Jo gets me even I was wondering if he’s okay to drive. Honestly since episode 1 I’m anti Sinyu drive hive like it just gives me anxiety

now sister you better stay in that car 🤨🤨🤨

kdrama security team actually doing their job and doing a quick sweep of the place ?!!! someone pinch me 🤩🤩🤩

they’re holding hands !!!

keep going besties

NO WAY

HONG JOOO !?!!!

get back here 😭

i lost so bad

😭😭😭😭😭😭

lmao this blanket situation. #real

just lost everything I wrote here omg tumblr drafts you will crumble !!!!

to summarise her dad ate with the monologue of her not being there in the hospital and just leaving lol (like she literally jumped town)

but then he ruined it by being a weirdo and being mean to his wife !!! she’s adorable and I literally don’t know why his dumbass is THAT mean to her if he chose to marry her

aunty get with the cute younger best friend !

also Hong Jo’s landlord aunty is the sweetest little sunishine !!!!

the cut fruit plate, someday Mr. Kwon will make someone very happy

not this office couple blind date thing…. my precious minutes 😭

fighting over someone you didn’t even go out on a BLIND date with oh she has too much time !

Hong Jo missing out on the most fun day in office

the plot refusing to let me see my mains kiss it’s bad for me

let them kiss !!!

lmao who is this random boss, we saw him twice in the office scenes today and I don’t remember seeing him earlier

the spectacle bun lady is so sweet

Hong Jo finally getting a gossip circle I used to pray for times like these 😭

Hong Jo come get some lessons from the assistant man 💕

???? Sinyu’s just unserious

oh the cute bestie who took Sinyu’s mom for the shooting stars thing is the one serving the papers💅

one thing about Sinyu’s dad he’s going to be annoying 😍 he’s been demeaning her since episode 1 lmao

aunty you’re not selfish at all, stay away from that loser of a man at all costs 😭🙏

I literally don’t know what exactly this man is still here for but the actor is gorgeous !

someone needed to thread the villain arcs a little better because I’m failing to grasp the importance of whatever this dude is doing (similar to me not grasping whatever the stalker was doing before he suddenly started vodooing)

wait are they actually making Mr. Kwon into a bad guy bad guy ? (let me have a little faith in him anyway 🤨)

their horrified faces at the public proposal! these girls get it 😭😭😭 (I’m terrified of it)

but also…. this isn’t the romance I’m tuning in for, I’m sorry to Mr. Gong stans….

not them pressuring her to say yes MY GOD ???? she literally just got out of a terrible marriage

lmao was this show sponsored by a bank 💀 okay !!! 💸💸💸

I adore Sinyu’s mom down so her and Hong Jo bonding just makes my heart fuzzy 🥰🥰🥰 !!! they deserve the world and I suddenly wish this show was 4 episodes longer so we could sit with moments like these 😭

let my sister divorce in peace, she has nothing to do with this construction business lol

the audacity to mistreat her for so long and then to say he’s fine with losing the company but not her like BE SERIOUS

wine on the table and my sister in a white sweater I’m worried

I feel like we as the audience were already pretty chill with the Sinyu and Hong Jo situation lol 😭

Nayeon is a different level of nasty omg ??? lock her up ???

I need Hong Jo to slap her once I BEG 😭😭😭

HONG JO FIGHT BACK

NO WAY 😭😭😭😭😭😭

at least throw the wine back !?!!

naurrrrrr

no kisses and no slaps this show hates me

I adore clingy Sinyu

they really baited me with last week’s preview but Sinyu wasn’t wrong when he said she looks good in everything !!!

that’s one way to do it 😭😂

in the walk in closet 💅💅💅

oh wow 😳 !

wow I thought the Shaman was going to ruin our life with some twist 😂😂😂

‘it’s a daughter, I had a conception dream’ 💀

from groot to a momentary lawyer Jang Sinyu to my beloved groot 🥰

oh no did the stalker talk to this old man ???

saw the bodyguards visible in the shot and a hesitant old man and knew my inner peace was about to be ruined

old man you were so unserious for this !!!!

it's this loser wet tissue of a man again >.<

oh wow Rowoon's crying acting is SO REAL ??? (need to check out his other projects) because the pain and worry in his voice as he said Hong Joo-ah got me actually 😭😭😭

cant wait to do this once again with y'all. see you tomorrow besties, let me just

#destined with you #homestretch besties #episode 15 #so many emotions #my babies fr #I need tomorrow to fly as past as possible so I can tune in !!!

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dark-mega · 1 year

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Alright the demo just came out and is packed with lots of content but the most important right now is the trailer after defeating wispy

Theres 4 moments i wanna focus on

First of all, he looks adorable with that determined face. But on what I wanna focus on is the background (and the fact this is a cutscene) probably is Magolor getting upgraded since we see him shine a bit, so this must be the Equivalent of the Lor on the epilogue, but what is that place? It kinda looks like a church? Which is weird since that place is theorized to be the underworld “aka Hades or hell or the afterlife” so we might be getting more lore than the expected since in the novels they never mention the underworld having any kind of handmade structure

Those who have seen the leaks knows of Fatty Devil has I like to call him since he appears in the back of the box, he’s the water boss yet he’s covered in fire,volcanic rock and has horns like a demon which may state how all the bosses may have this Hellish look. But what surprise me the most is he’s Horn designs and those symbols on he’s belly. The horns instead of looking like Morpho knight or landias or even necrodeus… they look like Void termina horns which match with he’s belly having symbols similar to the ones void termina had on he’s belly

This four Doomers not only have their own cinematic but also resemble landia AND have gears on them. Maybe Kirby and Co forgot 4 spheres and this Doomers completely merged with them, making them evolve into something above a grand doomer, however there’s also the chance this are Doomers who feed of possibly other ship like the Lor star cutter? Maybe this place is also a interdimensional shipwreck for interdimensional ships or maybe is like a kind of place of the underworld destined for the ancients and whoever uses the ancients artifacts which could be related to the Church like place of before. Like if the civilization of the ancient literally went to hell

This might be seen has nothing but other than “cool op attack” but makes me question… what kind of eldritch horror is the replacement of Magolor soul because in forgotten land the morpho knight sword (designed to defeat the phantom bosses) didn’t give you a warranted win against Chaos elfilis, And if the new secret final boss is like chaos elfilis in that aspect, then what kind of monster could be waiting for us?…

Maybe unfair Magolor

Conclusion:HOLY SHOT THIS WILL BE WORTH LOSING ALL MY MONEY

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vampaiastro · 1 year

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The Last Letter :MLP short story:

“Your majesty,” said a guard, kneeling down to Celestia, the immortal leader of Equestria. “ You have a letter, it’s urgent.” Confusion was etched into her face as she walked to the guard. “What is it?.”

“I do not know your highness.”

Celestia was taken aback, wondering who could have sent her a letter through the postage system. She usually received urgent messages through magic, and from her trusted confidant Twilight. With a sense of curiosity, she used her magic to pick up the scroll and thanked the guard with a smile as he bowed and walked out.

Opening out a letter, she gasped. Tears of joy in her eyes as she saw what it was. Overwhelmed with emotion, she fell to the floor with a thud. It was a letter from someone who was really important to her. Someone who she hadn’t heard from in years.

The paper was discolored with age and faded, clearly very old. However, her heart still soared, joy in her face, she quickly opened the envelope to read the following.

Dear Princess Celestia,

Hello my dear, it's been quite a while, hasn't it? My hooves are shaking as I write this, as memories of the past come flooding back to me. I hope this letter finds you well..

Do you remember me? I am the lady many years ago who used to write to you, the one who fell in love with a princess. It seems like an eternity has passed since those days, and yet, the memories are as vivid as ever.

Do you remember how we first met? I will never forget the day I laid eyes on you, my dear Celestia. You were the most beautiful pony I had ever seen, with your flowing mane and sparkling eyes. You had an air of elegance that people were jealous of, and I knew right then and there that we were destined to be friends. And we were, weren't we?

We had so much fun together, exploring the castle, dodging guards and supervisors, and talking long into the night by the fireplace. You were always so kind to me, a poor farmer, always willing to listen to my stories and share your own. Your laugh will forever be in my heart. I treasure those memories more than you could ever know.

But it wasn't just friendship that I felt for you, It was something more, something deeper, something that I couldn't quite understand at the time. When you confessed to me saying you felt the same it was obvious, I realized that it was love. Yes, my dear, I was in love with a princess and she was in love with me, and I know that might sound foolish to some, but it was real to me.

I’m sorry I had to leave you, my dear. I had to go back to my old life, to my family, to my obligations. I couldn't stay with you, as much as my heart wanted to. But even though we were apart, I never forgot about you, my dear. You were always in my thoughts, in my dreams, in my heart.

And now, as I write this letter, I know that my time is coming to an end. I wanted to reach out to you one last time, to tell you how much you meant to me, how much I loved you. And to set you free, my dear. Free from the memories of me, free to find happiness and love with someone else. I hope this letter finds you well, my dear Tia. I know that you are a kind and loving soul, and I have no doubt that you will watch over my grandchildren with the same care and affection that you showed to me all those years ago.

Farewell, my dear. May your life be filled with love and happiness, and may you always remember the old lady who loved you more than words could ever say.

Love, Pound Sweet Apple aka Granny Smith

The throne room was in an eerie silence. She was in such a shock Celestia couldn’t process what was going on. Tears silently rolled down her face, she saw something else with the letter. A funeral invitation, one to Sweet Apple Acres, where the two of them played years ago.

The silence was broken by Celestia’s heart-wrenching wail. Her euphoric feelings from getting a letter she waited for years had turned to sorrow, and she felt her heart being ripped apart. The letter had set her free from Granny Smith’s memory, but the pain of losing her was too much to bear.

_____ This is my first time writing fanfiction for MLP so I hope yall enjoy :)) Follow Me!! Ig: Submisema Twitter: Submisema Deviantart: astrodrveams

#mlp #my little pony #celestia #mlp celestia #celestia mlp #mlpfanfiction #mlp fan fiction #tragic #mlp granny smith

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zangren-signal · 8 months

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Howdy y'all, it's good to take a breather, huh? Well that's what we've been doin' since our visits with the @pactargent and @perate-ind folk. With some good ol' trade and aid under our belts, we finally managed to fix up the Arc Ships.

Speakin' of the Arc Ships, today I'm joined by Huxun, the vexillologist responsible for the design of the Flotilla's flag. Mind sharin' what that's about?

H: Thank you, Captain-Mayor Voxong, it's an honour to be here. I'll just attach the file for the viewers...

V: Very nice.

H: I'm glad you think so, Captain-Mayor.

V: Oh, no need for all that darlin', just call me Voxong. So, wanna let everyone know what the deal is?

H: Oh... um, yes, Voxong. The design reflects our new life amongst the stars, with the partcial circle on the top right representing a sun, and the two circles in the bottom left representing a barren world and its moon. Neither are the destination of the Arc Ship in the middle, as it passes through the system, leaving a trail behind. And for simplicitiy's sake, instead of making three Arc Ships for the design, there is just one which also symbolises unity, with three Zies standing in for the totality of the Arc Ships. The text is translate into "Flotilla". I aimed to make it all feel as though we're just passing through, on our way to greater things.

V: Don't get me wrong, darlin', but it does kinda look like a plug flyin' through space, lookin' for its socket. Not sayin' it ain't pretty, but yeah. Anyway, that's the minute of broadcast time ya paid for... But see me after the broadcast for some wine and stuff. Yea? Yea. Good

Anyway, on to the topic. Arc Ships. Ya see, we were kinda in a rush when we shot outta @republicmiora occupied space, so a few important things were forgot and behind, and a few more things we couldn't even get our hands on 'cause of the time crunch... But thanks to the Perate and Argent folks, we've got the three Arc Ships workin' properly. Or workin' well enough to actually be able to turn a profit.

Most important is Arc Ship Tangitus, the Arc ship of my family, the Chenucchi family. It's been retrofitted to become a mobile shipyard, poppin' out new baby ships is her job. A necessity if we're gonna be minin' and producin' on the go, especially if we lose ships 'cause a pirates and such. If ya know some basics about ships and engineerin' then this is the Arc ship for ya. It's gonna be some time before Tangitus can make some real beauties but for now, it can make Fleagrub and Beetlegrub class vessels, for transport and minin'.

Next up is the Arc Ship Shuarta, the Arc ship of the Xiementi family. It's been specialised for research, hydroponics, growth labs, that kinda stuff. How else we gonna stay on top of the cuttin' edge of technology? And of course we gonna keep the workers fed with nutrient goo, after all. Anyhoo, its crew is pretty selective about who works there, only the brightest and most obedient workers are invited to its decks. Wait what the brell is that tentacled thing? [PEW PEW] Ugh... I guess some lab mistakes are gonna happen... Ignore that!

Finally, Arc Ship Olezalit, the Arc ship of the Qinelli Family. Most of the minin' ships made on Tangitus get allocated there. They've got refineries and manufactories, but if that work's too hard, ya can always grab one of their suits and jump out at the nearest asteroid to earn a few zies. That's where mosta the roughnecks work outta, and honestly if ya got half a brain, they don't really give a dinzo. If ya can do manual labour and not get yerself killed, yer likely to get a berth on board.

Now, that ain't all the ships we got, but the Arc ships are pretty much where all the large-scale production goes down. We got plans to make more Arc ships in the future, but that ain't for a long while, got bigger priorities until then.

Yer probably wonderin' where we'll be takin' these beauties next. Well, that's a secret. We got some buyers lined up and they ain't exactly interested in havin' those details shared. We'll update y'all after, and hope to see ya soon. Voxong out.

Now, where's that pretty flag maker?

#peritainia #stellaris rp #stellaris

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rosecgregory-author · 9 months

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Do you ever wish your favourite novel had a different ending? That’s what my friend wanted. She wanted Jo March and Laurie Laurence to end up together.

For her birthday, I wrote her a fanfic. People poo-poo on fanfics, but I love them. I love writing them most of all! When I write them, I’m doing them for other people too. Not just my own personal gratification.

Should Jo and Laurie have ended up together?

If Little Women was the only book, I would unequivocally say “Absolutely!”

But then there were other books that followed that built a world that was just as wonderful. Little Men and Jo’s boys were enchanting for me, and Professor Bhaer played an important role in their little school.

As a writer, I understand Louisa May Alcott’s position. She was ahead of her time. She did not believe that marriage was the end all and be all for a woman, ergo, her independent heroine. “I won’t marry Jo to Laurie to please anyone,” she had written to a friend.

Where fanfics are to please one’s readers to some degree (fulfill some sort of fantasy), a novel is, truly, to please one’s self in order to be the author’s real voice. I suppose there’s more commercially-minded writers out there, but they still try to maintain control of their story. They want it, end of the day, to be THEIR story. Not anybody else’s. I suppose, the more people asked, the more Louisa dug her heels to the ground.

For that, I respect her.

But nonetheless, I wrote that fanfic where Laurie and Jo end up together.

…

Jo wrapped her cloak around her to ward off the chill of the late September air. She was rejected yet again by another publisher, but she decided to push herself to do another round with another story. As she trudged through the muddy streets of New York City, she thought about Professor Bhaer and wondered how he was doing. She had seen him, once, after Beth had passed. Her heartache over the loss of her dear sister kept her heart closed to whatever Professor Bhaer’s sad eyes and yearning looks were offering.

He is better off out West. Frank and Emil will keep him company, she reassured herself. Though time has made her realize that whatever feelings she had for the professor were not based on a solid foundation, she still felt pangs of melancholy thinking about the prospect of her life as a spinster.

Beth was gone. Meg had John. Amy was engaged to Laurie. Jo was destined to be alone. Alone and unsuccessful.

After Beth’s demise, Jo returned to the city and found another boarding house to stay in. Though this was near Mrs. Kirke’s own boarding house, Jo could no longer return to her old position; she had stayed too long in Massachusetts. Her new home was owned by a kind lady named Mrs. Needham. Unlike her previous situation, Jo no longer had a governess job to rely on. She needed to make her writing career work. Very soon, she would have to resume writing her romance stories, if only to pay for her expenses.

“Were you successful today, dearie?” Mrs. Needham looked up from her embroidery; her corpulent figure sat in comfort in an armchair by the foyer.

“Unfortunately not. ‘The Adventures of Captain Apollo’ will need to wait another day,” Jo reported regretfully. “I have other stories that are more promising; I can submit them to publishers I had some success with previously. You will get your rent.”

“Oh, I’m not worried,” Mrs. Needham assured her. “You are a very talented young writer. Someone is bound to notice that sooner or later!”

“I hope so,” Jo sighed. She settled herself beside Mrs. Needham and looked at her ink-stained fingers. “I mean to write a letter to Marmee tonight. I was hoping to give her some good news.”

At those words, Mrs. Needham suddenly put down her embroidery and collected an envelope from the table beside her. “I almost forgot. Here’s a letter from Massachusetts.”

Jo greedily took the letter and excused herself. “You know how I look forward to getting news from home!”

Mrs. Needham waved her away with an understanding look. “Go ahead, dear.”

Ensconced in the privacy of her bedroom, she made quick work of opening the letter. She sat on her bed facing the window, grateful that there was still some light left for her to fully appreciate each and every word. She recognized Meg’s flowing scrawl.

Dear Jo,

I hope you are feeding yourself properly there! We are all well. Marmee has taken on a project at the town hall — of course. She is not our Marmee if she has not made herself busy and useful somehow.

As I write this, little Daisy is beside me insisting that I tell you she loves you and that she has a pretty pink ribbon. Demi is here as well and wants to ensure you know that he knows his ABC’s. Please ensure you congratulate them both properly in your next letter home.

I write today because I have some news — news that I am unsure you would hear of directly from the concerned parties. It seems that our dear Amy has broken off her engagement to Laurie! I do not know how Aunt March or Mr. Laurence had received the news of the broken engagement. Aunt March, I believe, would have been very disappointed. Amy wrote that she believed neither of them entered the engagement with the right intention — she was sad and he was eager to be useful and to show his grandfather how responsible he was. Regardless, it is now completely over, or so Amy says.

Laurie is quite bereft, apparently, and had taken a boat back to America. Mr. Laurence had thought it appropriate to assign him to another office where the source of his despondency can at least be farther away. Amy and Aunt March will stay in France a while longer.

What an unmitigated disaster! I wonder if this should change our relationship with Mr. Laurence, who has been the most excellent neighbor and benefactor.

I do not know if this news should distress you. You seemed happy enough and content enough when you learned of their engagement. Write back of your feelings since I wish to know if you received this news well.

We give you our love!

Meg

Jo dropped the letter on her bed and stared at the window dumbfounded. This was unexpected! She had been quite content to think of Amy and Teddy together in wedded bliss. In some ways, it was a very suitable match. Teddy needed someone who would be presentable and would know how to properly conduct themselves in his social sphere. Amy needed the security and comfort wealth provided, and she would have delighted in the status a marriage with Teddy would have given her.

Jo sighed. Perhaps it was just as well that Amy realized this; before it could have gotten any further.

She thought of poor Teddy. To be spurned by two March women! He did not deserve such treatment from them. She loved Teddy, but he was too much like a boy when he had expressed his desire to marry her. She had preferred someone more like Professor Bhaer — he had the gravitas that appealed to her.

She did miss him, however. There were nights she dreamt of his open boyish face as they raced together across a meadow, or when they threw snowballs at each other. He reminded her of a happier time — a time when Beth was still alive.

…

If you’re interested in reading the next parts, let me know!

#fanfic #little women #jo and laurie #louisa may alcott #american literature #classic literature #christian bale #winona ryder

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imfluentinfangirlandgay · 2 years

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Wye Junction - Ch 5

Emmet goes about his business as Electrode's Warden. Ingo refuses to give up on his missing caboose.

Word Count: ~2400

Emmet pulled up the neck of his shredded uniform. The wind was cutting today! At least he would soon be in the Hollow with his Lord. There was a new brood of Voltorb that he knew his Lord was having some trouble wrangling. He strode up the path, smiling to himself and whistling that tune he liked so much. Crobat flew next to him, its wings flapping loudly as it accompanied him to his destination. The duo moved along the path quickly, not wanting to keep the Lord waiting.

When they arrived, they met with someone there already. It was Rei. “I am Emmet!” he called out in greeting. Rei waved and grinned.

“Hey, Emmet! I had something I wanted to ask you about.” He stood off the piece of broken stone he sat on and bounced on his heels.

“Yes?” The Warden strode over to the boy, making sure not to swing his arms too harshly. He did not want to accidentally hit the child in the face!

“I’m almost done with the Pokedex.” The boy looked up at him, his Typhlosion’s head on his shoulder.

“Ah!” Emmet grinned at him. He knew that was important for the boy. He had heard about the child’s mission to find Arceus after finding all the Pokemon and he could potentially go home after.

“And after that I get to go home.” He paused, but clearly wanted to say more. “And if you want. I could uh.” He fidgeted. “I could ask it if it could put you back home, too. I know you don’t really belong here and I don’t want to leave you here alone again with no memories. You’re really cool and I feel like whoever knows you misses you a lot. Like they might be with me! I just wanted to ask because maybe uh-”

“You wish for me to accompany you on the train home.” It was not a question. Rei nodded. “I… have duties here. I feel I left things alone back where I came from, too. I will need to think on it before diverging my tracks so harshly.”

Rei nodded again. “I get that. There’s still some time before I finish so you have time to think about it. Could we have a battle later, though? I think I’m on the verge of remembering something and I found some cool new Pokemon.”

Emmet grinned widely. “Yes. I look forward to it.” He set off then, into his Lord’s Hollow. He had promised Electrode he would spend much of the day with him. Rei said his goodbyes and scampered off towards Cloudcap Pass. Emmet called out for his Lord, met by an extremely eager Electrode. He chuckled. “Hello again, my Lord. I apologize for not seeing you yesterday. I had business in Jubilife again.” Electrode nuzzled him, making his hair spike up. Emmet grinned. “Where are the new Voltorb?”

Electrode called out, summoning a group of twelve tiny little Voltorb their way. They rolled about awkwardly, still getting used to moving properly. Emmet cooed at them. They were so cute! They approached him and inspected him, shocking him occasionally as they were known to do. It was a verrry good thing that they did not gain the ability to self-destruct until they were a couple moons old. The most they could do was shock him a little until they learned Thunderwave, not that it ever seemed to affect him much. It was odd. He was never paralyzed by such moves. That was partly why he had become Electrode’s Warden.

He busied himself with keeping the small Pokemon entertained so that Electrode could go about its own duties as Warden. He paraded around, hiding fruits and such under rocks and encouraging them to shock different inanimate objects and targets he set up. They were intrigued by his coat. They followed the once-white (now-brown) fabric, trying to nip at it and investigate. He always forgot how inquisitive and cute newly-hatched Voltorb were. He laughed at one as it caught up to him and nipped at his shoes. It was adorable.

By afternoon, Emmet was getting fatigued. It was a lot to keep all of them entertained. As a last-ditch attempt to tire them out, he set up a large target made of cloth and dirt and instructed the largest of them to shock it. It was spluttering and crackling, but could not seem to get the energy to do it. So, Emmet did the obvious thing and startled it by loudly clapping his hands in the otherwise silence of the Hollow.

The resulting Thunderbolt made all of his hairs stand on edge and made his ears ring. The target was vaporized. All the Voltorb and Lord Electrode stood in shock for a moment, then Emmet whooped. “Yes! Perfect! That was verrry powerful!” He lifted the Voltorb off the ground and tossed it in the air, making it spark in excitement. The others rolled around in joy. Emmet set it back down and fed it a berry, patting it in glee. “Wonderful, little passenger!” Electrode rolled over to offer its child some praise, as well.

Emmet was in the middle of this when he heard fast footsteps approaching him from behind. “Emmet! Emmet, are you okay? That was a big crash,” Rei’s voice resounded along the Hollow. The Voltorb scattered out of surprise, much to Emmet’s sadness. They were so cute.

“I am quite alright. This small passenger learned Thunderbolt!” Emmet began to turn, still keeping his eyes to the specific Voltorb and pointing at it as he heard a loud gasp.

“EMMET!”

Emmet froze. He knew that voice. He lifted his eyes and saw Rei, watching him with confusion, and behind him was a man wearing Emmet’s face, with similar eyes and a dark coat and a frown.

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Ingo’s heart rate was already accelerated from the massive boom that had resounded across the mountain just a few moments ago, as he had been led here by this odd boy. And now he understood why the boy had taken such an interest in him.

In the middle of this small clearing, surrounded by strange Voltorb and a massive Electrode, stood a singular person. He was just as he had appeared in the photo. His coat was in tatters, stained a light tan now instead of the pure white it used to be, the weighted sleeves gone and the trim soiled. His hat was not much better. He wore an odd tunic that Ingo did not recognize, deep blue with a bright blue insignia on it. His eyes were slightly sunken, with some excess wrinkles on his face that had not been present before. He looked slightly dehydrated and thin. His smile was still present, currently frozen in the same shock that Ingo felt grip him.

“EMMET,” Ingo heard himself scream. He had not intended to. The Voltorb fled and the Electrode behind his brother whipped its face up, regarding him with a frown. A Crobat flapped by Emmet also.

Ingo simply stared. He had no words… what was he supposed to say? What should he do?

“I am Emmet. Who are you?” Emmet cocked his head as the shock wore off.

What?

“...Emmet? I…” Ingo paused. “I am your brother, your twin brother.”

“Uh, Mr. Emmet’s Brother, sir?” The boy beside him tugged on his coat, making him look down. “Emmet has had amnesia since he got here. He doesn’t remember anything, but he kinda knows you, I think. He told me about a guy who looked like him with a dark coat. He didn’t remember anything else.” Ingo’s eyes widened a fraction and he flicked his gaze back up to Emmet, who was watching him. Emmet nodded.

“I see.” He took a deep breath. “My… my name is Ingo. I am your twin brother. You disappeared from our Subway station one night two years ago and I have not been able to find you since. As it turns out, you were transported two-hundred years into the past.” Emmet watched him with widened eyes. He did not say anything, though Ingo did not expect him to. “They held your funeral a month ago, but I did not go, I couldn’t. I knew you were out there somewhere, and I was right. I spent every single day looking for you as much as I could. I just-” Ingo felt his voice choke up again. He hated it.

“You’re my twin. I missed you, Emmet. I missed you so much.” He let it break. He looked away from his brother who no longer remembered him. He was right. His Emmet was gone for good. He was not coming back.

Ingo was alone.

He had done so much, only to still be left alone again, without a little brother, without anything-

A pair of arms wrapped around him. Ingo stiffened at the contact. He had not expected it, or the things that were said after. “What were the things we said? I cannot remember.”

Emmet retracted, looking at Ingo. Ingo could almost feel the memories, the small lights in his gaze trying to drift together like puzzle pieces, to fit themselves into a way that made sense. Ingo stood straight and spoke. "I am a Subway Boss, Ingo. The fellow over to the side is also a Subway Boss, Emmet. Will a Multi Battle help us cover each other's weakness? Or will you show your overwhelming power? I look forward to seeing how well you fight. However, it is difficult to win unless you and your partner are in total sync." As he spoke, he could watch the way Emmet’s face moved and he could almost hear his thought process.

“I am Emmet. I am a Subway Boss. I like Double Battles. I like combinations of two Pokémon. And I like winning more than anything else.” He looked up at Ingo. “Did I say it right?”

Ingo could feel himself smiling as he grabbed Emmet’s upper arms and squeezed them. “Y-yes. That’s it. We battled together, quite often.”

“You’re my brother.” Emmet’s eyes welled up with tears as he looked over Ingo, his mind beginning to move faster than a freight train. “Ingo. We’re a two-car train. Ingo and Emmet.” He smiled broadly, that smile that Ingo had missed so, so much for the last two years.

Ingo wrapped his arms around his brother, sobbing into his shoulder. His brother. Emmet. It was really him. He heard Emmet in his ear, also sniffling and gripping Ingo tight. Emmet wasn’t gone. Ingo had found him, he was here. He was right here. Ingo had found his twin. He wasn’t alone anymore. Emmet was solid in his arms and smelled like sweat and grime, but Ingo did not care, it was Emmet. Ingo doubted he smelled great right now, himself.

They held each other up, each ensuring the other did not fall over. As they used to. As they should do. It made more emotions swirl up inside Ingo. So many, he did not know how to process them. He just kept crying into Emmet’s coat for a long, long time.

Emmet began rubbing circles on Ingo’s back. Ingo heard it. The tune that Emmet liked. He had not forgotten it. Somehow, that made Ingo’s heart shatter. He held Emmet tighter, sinking to the ground. Emmet sank with him, holding him up in a sitting position. Emmet continued rubbing his back and humming that tune over and over. Ingo could not stop crying.

“Ingo. Breathe. Adjust your whistles to mine.” He…

Ingo breathed deeply. He performed his safety checks. He was not in the clear yet. He had to ensure Emmet was not just alive, but okay. He had to get him home.

Ingo pulled away, still keeping his hands on Emmet’s arms as he lookd directly at the ground again. Emmet’s sleeve came up and wiped Ingo’s eyes. “Apologies…” he said lowly, making Emmet shake his head.

“None of that. Let us return to my tent for the evening. We must discuss.” Ingo nodded. There was much he wanted to ask Emmet. Emmet gently helped him up, shooing away one or two of the stray Voltorb that had become more adventurous. “I will return tomorrow, my Lord. Call for me if you require anything.” The large Pokemon rolled forward and nuzzled Emmet, making him chuckle. He motioned to the Crobat, who lifted off the ground and flapped somewhat above their heads. Ingo turned and noticed the boy from before was sitting just outside the Hollow, patting the weird Typhlosion on the head and stoking its long ears.

“Rei.” The boy turned at Emmet’s voice.

“Are you guys okay?” the child asked. Ingo became self-conscious about his face and the meltdown he had just had in front of this random kid.

“We will be operational. We are returning to my station. Join us tomorrow sometime.”

Rei grinned. “I’ll be back to beat you again.”

“Not if I win first! My team is verrry strong.” Ingo had nearly forgotten about that verbal tic his brother had, and it almost physically hurt to hear it again.

“Ok. See you tomorrow! Call on the flute if you need anything. Oh, Adaman asked about you earlier. I was gonna tell you that but uh… you got busy. Something about wanting to check in with bean pods?”

“Ah. Yes. I’ll visit him tomorrow.” Emmet seemed impatient. Ingo noticed.

“Bye!” Rei called, pulling out a silver instrument and summoning a massive Pokemon. It was like a white Stantler. Emmet waved to the boy as he mounted the Pokemon and they thundered off down the path, leaving nothing but dust in their wake.

Ingo simply stared. He had no idea how to compute this into information his brain could readily use. A light tugging on his arm pulled him back to reality. “Let us return to my home station. You look awful.”

Ingo allowed himself to be lead away. Nighttime was beginning to fall as they worked their way down the path, up a cliff, around a bend, and finally to a small blue tent. It had windows inset and it was tucked into a small clearing in the cliffside, sheltered from the worst of the wind.

Emmet gestured for Ingo to enter. He did as he was told.

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Title: the next chapter Fandom: Boku No Hero Academia/My Hero Academia Pairing(s): Jirou Kyouka/Kaminari Denki/Yaoyorozu Momo Character(s): Jirou Kyouka, Kaminari Denki, Yaoyorozu Momo Additional Tags: Baby Fic, this is actually just about them bringing home their new baby, Mention of dead parents, Adoption Language: English Archive Warnings: None Rating: Gen

Published: 2023-02-12. Word Count: 3,661. Chapters: 1/1

Summary: momo never thought that responding to one collapsed apartment call would result in this. but now, she thinks she was destined to meet him.

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Momo thinks this may be the most scared she’s ever been. Or apprehensive at least. Or all of the above. She hasn’t been able to decide for some time now.

Not since they’d woken up, all too early because that’s when the paperwork done and he was ready to be taken home. Not when Momo had gotten the text, grabbing her phone over her slumbering partners and bolted up so quick she’d woken both of them. Not when there’d been such a nervous energy between all three of them as they’d silently gotten dressed, tossed jackets on into the dark early morning in barely cohesive outfits. Not when they’d been in the car, quiet as each person could catch the gaze of another but say nothing. Not when they’d already had the baby’s carseat in between her two partners, waiting for its occupant. It isn’t until they’re actually signing their names on the form for their nametags in shaky handwriting in the hospital do all the words start to spill out of Denki like a faucet.

“Did we fill everything out for him? I mean, I remember going through all the files and stuff, but what if we forgot something? Like they have our IDs right?” He asks, voice quivering and barely at a whisper as they walk down the halls, the click of her own heeled boots on the linoleum punctuated with the far heavier footsteps of Kyoka and Denki barely breaking the silence, “They said it was processed but what if something went wrong?”

“Double checked. And then triple checked, they know who we are, Denks.” Kyoka says to her right, a barely there nervous grin crossing her expression. Kyoka had been the most closed off all morning, playing with her earphone jacks with a terrified air to her as she’d sat by in her plum sweatshirt and jeans. Kyoka had been the most surprised when Momo had arrived home almost three weeks ago with a burning question on her lips. About him, about the baby she’d rescued earlier in the day. The one who had no parents, the one she’d saved from the wreckage and couldn’t stop thinking about. She’d been stunned by the news, and had needed time to process what Momo was asking. She hadn’t known if it was right, if after the heels of her tour that it was even a good idea.

*“Momo, we all have lives already. Inserting him into it could upturn everything — I need him to feel loved by all of us.”*

But eventually, she’d come back to her with a nervous grin and agreed wholeheartedly to the motherhood she’d soon experience. While Momo had been away on missions lately, she’d been the one taking care of all the paperwork. Done her neat scrawl of writing, Kyoka would know if they were missing anything. Had stayed up some nights organizing everything, had exclaimed proudly one night that their application had been accepted. Her critical eye wouldn’t let anything important keep them back from this, “I’ve got it, don’t worry.”

“Hard not to worry, y’know?” He chuckles lowly, scratching the back of his neck as Momo glances for the office she’s looking for, “I mean, they’re putting us in charge of a whole *baby*. I didn’t think they just did that.”

“Babies are born everyday, you think they just lock them off before you reach a certain achievement?” Kyoka asks, her grin growing wider at her husband’s indignation. It’s softer this time though, “We’re all he’s got.”

“I know. It’s just…” Denki doesn’t finish his sentence, trailing off. He changes his grip on the baby carrier, scratching the back of his neck. Denki had been the most concerned about their new adoption. Worried about treating him right, worried about whether he’d grow up happy and healthy in a home of three pro heroes. He’d never given fatherhood a second thought, and the word *no* was just about on his lips when Momo had announced to her partners that there was an orphaned baby she really thought they could take in.

*“I — Momo. We’re pro heroes, I don’t want to be the reason he’s orphaned again some day, or has to live with my name on an urn somewhere. He needs people that can be there for him no matter what.”*

Given that time though, it had been a hesitant yes that Momo had to confirm that it was what he really wanted. She’d sat down personally with him, made sure he wasn’t just saying yes because his wife and partner were. He’d sat across from her, rubbing the back of his head before turning to her with a nervous grin and nodding, sparks jumping off him when Momo had pulled him into a hug. And it was, and through that worry, he also managed to be the one who’d babyproofed their home and bought everything known to man that he thought could help. Momo doesn’t know how many gadgets he’d bought already, coming home with new ones the closer and closer they got to today. He constantly claimed they were necessary and they might need them, even as Kyoka had begun hiding them away, “Wanna do it right. *Hope* we do it right.”

She remembers coming home one night, then realizing the home smelled distinctly of paint. Shucking off her shoes, she’d padded into the little office turned nursery to find her wife and partner laughing with yellow, lavender and rose paint on them. It was more artsy than she’d given them credit for, a deep rose along the baseboards while the sky had been painted purple. Denki had been in the process of painting haphazard stars when the two of them had noticed Momo in the doorway, pulling her in to help finish the project. That was when she’d truly gotten excited, allowed herself to feel properly happy about the prospect of a baby in their home. They’d stepped back together, looking at their handiwork and dissolving into laughter.

Momo doesn’t think she’d loved the pair of them anymore than she did in that very moment.

They stop behind the door, a little abruptly as Momo catches the numbers as she mulls over Denki’s words. She doesn’t like having second thoughts, they’d certainly gotten her hurt enough times. She has to make a plan and go through with it, and she has her plan. All lined up in a row, and she thinks she’s ready. She’s has to be ready, with both of her partners and now her baby relying on her. How had she even gotten here?

Late in the morning a month ago now, when she’d responded to a call of a collapse of an apartment building. Biting and blustery just days before Christmas, it’d just been her and Shiozaki responding to the call of a minor villain attack, when she’d heard the crying of a child just underneath some rubble. She’d raced ahead while Shiozaki detained the man, careful not to let anything else fall on her as she came across the bassinet, the baby boy inside and miraculously unharmed other than being dirtied. She’d lifted the heavy plank of wood off of the dented crib, then pulling the shrieking child out. Momo had been so scared, so afraid that he was hurt. Pulled close to her chest she’d picked her way back through the ruined apartment, hoping her body heat would’ve comforted him until he quieted. Wrapping her cape around him, she’d carried him out to the paramedics, begging them to keep her updated if he got back to his family.

He didn’t. He was orphaned that day.

And Momo had asked the only thing that she thought to do. Ask if she could take him in. They said they’d get back to her on the legal and medical side of things. Then she’d gone home, still in her costume and had breathlessly asked her partners how they felt about being parents.

She turns to the both of them, in their early morning grogginess and anticipation bubbling out of them through their expressions. Her own smile is already tugging at the corners of her mouth underneath her medical mask, “We already love him so much, Denki. That’s what he needs and what he’ll hopefully treasure for the rest of his life. We’ll make our mistakes, but that’s to be expected, dear.”

His amber eyes twinkle into something hopeful, something soft. Possibly thinking about what she already was. Kyoka reaches out a hand to him, and he threads his fingers through her’s. Rapping twice at the door, a smaller voice calls out, “Come in!”

The same nurse she’d spoken to weeks ago when he was first brought in, still small and unaware, sits behind the desk. She stands all too quick, accidentally hitting her knee in her quick rising, “S-Sorry for calling you all in so early! The paperwork just cleared so soon and he’s ready to go home and everything, we figured it was best to get him out of the hospital as soon as possible.”

“That’s quite alright.” Momo says, itching with nervous energy. The way her hair stands up on the back of her neck says Denki is feeling the same, “He’s alright then? Everything clear?”

“Yes!” She says all too loudly, then lowering her voice with a labored exhale, “Yaoyorozu — that’s what we’re calling him for now — he’s doing great. As far as I’m concerned, you saved him from a month, maybe two month long stay in the hospital. We were really only worried about his skull, but it turns out he was completely safe from the collapse. The dust inhalation was a big concern but that also cleared up pretty quickly. Other than that, the rest of the time was for observation and to let three of his fingers set.”

“They broke?” Denki asks before she can answer, the look on his face being nothing short of heartbroken. Momo hadn’t even known about that part, the infant had seemed okay when she’d dropped him off with her. Still crying, still breathing — he was alive and alright. How had she not noticed? “Is he okay?”

“He’s perfectly fine, Chargebolt. They did break on impact, but one of our nurses was able to reset the bones and set him on an accelerated healing path. No chance of misshapen fingers either.” She smiles brightly in his direction, “Other than that, his other health notes are this file —” She reaches behind her to the desk, handing Momo a thicker manila folder, “He’s already gotten most of his shots, though I’ll likely see you again in the next couple of months to follow up on more. Health history is more dicey though, we don’t have much from his birth parents. Let them and his foster parents find peace, but anything the hospital did have on file is in there.”

She doesn’t move to immediately open it, this can be pored over later. She would have to find allergies and such as soon as they got settled and home, “Thank you.” Is all she says, her mind already spiraling to later in the morning, when they’d be back at the house and able to get him settled, “Is there anything we should know beforehand?”

“Ah,” She stops to think, tapping a finger on her desk, “Nothing that raised any major red flags. You’ll have to be careful with him though, we aren’t entirely sure but we think he might have some hearing damage on his left side. That’s something we’ll have to wait and see on in regular checkups, but I figure it’s something you may want to know.”

“Hearing damage?” It’s the first thing Kyoka’s said to the nurse, a curious but concerned tone in her voice, “How so? Why?”

“During the villain attack, the apartment building he was in with his parents partially collapsed. That sort of noise could be damaging to anyone, but especially to brand new ears.” The nurse answers, tapping her own left ear as if to demonstrate. Momo remembers hearing the building crumble, but hadn’t thought about what that meant for survivors, “We did a hearing screening while he was here, his right is fine but he scored lower on the left. We doubt it will develop to deafness, but it’s a note in his file to watch.”

Kyoka makes a noncommittal sound, certainly already thinking through the new information.

“Well, if that’s all on the administrative side, why don’t we get you all settled to meet baby Yaoyorozu properly?” The nurse asks chipperly, walking around the three of them back down the hall in the opposite direction. They follow after her dutifully, the excitement and anticipation thick in the air. Pediatrics is emblazoned on the wall when they pass through another waiting area, not sparing the other patients another glance when the nurse pushes through the double doors. She turns another corner, this time greeted by a smaller hallway with none of the doors having namecards except the one on the end. Her surname is scrawled across the notecard in quick ink strokes, and her heart skips a beat as the nurse slides the door open.

It’s a smaller room than her office, as it holds little more than a hospital bassinet and some other machines that have been stored away in a corner. A small sofa and chair round out the corner as well as a bed in the corner closest to the door on the right. The walls are painted a pastel yellow, as if welcoming in the daylight as the sun just barely peeks out from the horizon. The gurgling from the bassinet is what snaps up her attention first, and the three of them take their fair amount of hand sanitizer before growing closer to it.

The nurse is there first, carefully doing a once over before smiling up at all three of them. Momo’s heart squeezes just as it did the first time she saw the infant, but he’s cleaner than he was almost a month ago. Gone is the dust and soot, instead just baby-soft pale skin settled against the white bodysuit he’s in. Deep purple hair wisps not dissimilar to Kyoka’s own peek out from underneath the small hat he wears, and when his eyes meet her’s, its the colbalt blue that’d broken her heart when she’d pulled him out from the wreckage. Held tight against her body to protect him from falling debris, all while he had been watching her with wet blue orbs.

She doesn’t know if he recognizes her. But he holds her gaze, staring. The nurse gently picks him up, cradling him when she looks up at the three pros, “I’m sure you all can shed a few layers? I can turn up the heat a little if it’s too cold.”

They’re all about to trip over each other with how quickly they’re taking off their outer layers, left in longer sleeved shirts. They slip back onto the sofa, almost shoulder to shoulder with Momo in between them. Her hands are quivering as she tries to dry the sweat off of them, the nurse leaning forward to hand the now very-much-awake baby to them. And then, all of a sudden the warm infant is against her chest and Momo is breathing far too hard. Cradling him careful, remembering to hold his head properly, she allows herself to take a small sigh against her mask. The nurse says something, something Denki answers and then she’s gone. And they’re alone.

In that small room, in that hospital, they become parents to this little bundle of joy.

Momo is only having a *minor* freakout. Very, very minor as she watches Denki rub his anti static wristbands vigorously out of the corner of her eye. The baby, he doesn’t move at first more than squirm in her arms, but nestles into her arms well enough. He’s bigger than he was a month ago too, how much growth he’d had is near astounding. Kyoka is the first to reach out a tentative hand to the baby, her own hands shaking just as much as Momo imagines her own are. Careful, ever so gently, to rest on his hands that her’s dwarf. His eyes dart over to Kyoka, a small noise escaping him as he reaches his tiny fingers to wrap around her index. Something strangled escapes her wife’s throat, something akin to a sob but she can’t tell.

“He’s…God he’s so small.” Denki whispers, as if he’s scared too make too much noise. He leans against Momo’s left shoulder, body shivering as if there’s a draft in the cool room, “How old is he?”

“Only a few months. Suzuki had said according to records just about three,” She responds, remembering when the nurse had sent over the few records that she had in an email. She frowns down at the infant, suddenly hit with a wave of sadness, “So early to be among the destruction of villains.”

“And he doesn’t have any living family left?” Denki asks, with a comforting hand on her thigh.

“No. They did everything they could to place him back with a family member, but they couldn’t find anyone,” Momo responds, watching as he looks around at all three of them. Soaking in their appearances perhaps, committing them to memory. She briefly wonders what his foster parents were like. She hadn’t seen them, hadn’t found them. Later on someone else had reported them among the dead in the rubble, with an obituary on the newspaper website only days later. Momo hopes she and her partners can treat their little one with same love they would’ve given him. She’s already committed their names to memory, with the intention of telling him one day whenever he asked, “He was placed with a foster family around a month old, but those details I don’t know anything about.”

“So…we’re really the only ones he has?” Denki’s voice cracks, as he leans his head deeper into the crook of Momo’s shoulder. If she’s right, his eyes are damp at the thought. Kyoka does the same against her shoulder, now playing with the boy’s tiny fingers. He coos at her lowly, blinking a few times as he snuggles closer into her arm, “That’s…I don’t even know. I mean, what’s his name?”

“Seiji.” Momo says, remembering the characters that had been on the document in one of the many emails between her and the agency. Lawful and just, when she’d looked up what the name meant. She thought it would be fitting one day, “It’s what was in his files. I don’t know if that’s the name his foster parents gave him or the one his birth parents did. But that’s what it is. Our dear Seiji.”

As if recognizing his name, Seiji blinks up at her, gurgling as his grip slips on Kyoka’s finger. His eyelids are growing heavier, as he eventually lulls off into a light sleep, just barely shifting enough to grasp onto Momo’s shirt. The small, barely there tug makes her eyes water. Her baby. Their baby. *Their son*, and she doesn’t really know how to process it yet. It’s as if all of her emotions are slamming into her at once, and she just wants to do everything she can to protect the little one she has in her arms. He looks so content there, barely aware of the the things that’d happened only a month ago. She thinks he must be so thrilled with the idea of not spending any longer in the sterile pediatric ward and instead in his own crib in their room. Just as they’d prepared so meticulously as soon as their papers were submitted. Onesies ready to be worn and grown out of, a stroller ready for long walks in the park. Enough of their friends’ merch and their own for him to make a life out of.

She leans back into the sofa, exhaustion creeping into the corners of her subconscious. It already feels like it’s been such a long morning, and it feels like a great weight has been taken off her shoulders with the arrival of Seiji. Kyoka and Denki move to lean back against her. They’re so close together, the warmth of each person on either side of her easily making up for the drafty room. Denki’s the first to speak, his voice cracking ever so slightly, “I think…I’ve fallen in love all over again. No offense, Kyoka”

Kyoka hums in agreement, “I think you might have some competition as my favorite boy, babe.”

He chuckles, a nervous but greatly amused laugh on his lips. He turns to press a kiss to Momo’s cheek. She knows it’s mostly friendly, just affectionate enough to make her smile against it, “Thank you. For giving us this chance, Momo.”

“Thank you both. For everything.” She takes a shuddering breath, watching their future breathe as he naps. They squeeze a little closer as she dares not move to wipe away the rogue tears that dare to escape and roll down her cheeks. It clicks into place, in that little room on the far side of the hospital that she’ll do anything for this beautiful baby boy. The glint of her wedding ring against the light, gold and silver bands on top of one another. Her family, her Denki, her Kyoka, and now her Seiji.

She’d be here for him, with a tissue if he cries and a hug when he needed it. Denki would surely be able to make him laugh, comfort him when things went wrong. Kyoka with nothing short of giving him the confidence to do whatever he ever desired. Momo could already see it, and it fills her with so much warmth she thinks it might explode out her chest.

“Welcome to the family, little man.” Denki says, raising a hand to gently cradle his head, “We’re so happy to meet you.”

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.the bachelor party

I never thought what my bachelor party will look like. I have never really thought of it, since I didn’t think I would have one.

To be honest, in my mind my bachelor party was a nice evening with my closest friends playing games, drinking and talking.

Let me say from the beginning, my friends have outdone themselves. Writing this on the plane flying home, I’m still buzzing, can’t believe what an amazing weekend this was.

There wasn’t much preparation, since the guys didn’t tell me anything up until the last minute. My bachelor party was supposed to start on Friday, 16th of September. The night before I was told to pack my things according to current weather which was like chilly autumn. I just laid my clothes on the bed; everything was packed for me into a backpack I was given. I was still clueless about our destination.

The next morning, I finally found out that we are catching the 10am train. Naturally I thought, we are going for a weekend to Budapest. It made the most sense, since we’ve been there a few summers ago and we really enjoyed it. The first surprise came, when we boarded the train to Bratislava, not to Budapest. It was weird, since they knew the last thing I’d want is a bachelor party in Bratislava, because I despise that city.

I forgot to mention, 2 days before the trip, Csabi asked me to send him my Covid-19 pass. It was suspicious, since at that time the pass was no longer required to fly in Europe. So, I thought he was just messing with me. I even checked my passport. It was on top of Miška’s, but it may not have meant anything, since I didn’t remember how it was originally put away. It popped into my mind, that it also may have been just a ruse. But on Friday morning, I have checked my passport, and it wasn’t there. But then again, I still guessed it was just a nice play by them with Miška being in on it.

So, we arrived to Bratislava, went to eat to Nivy mall and waited for Dominik there. I didn’t know why they chose this particular mall. They asked if I’ve been there, but I wasn’t, since it was built recently. Little did I know, that under the mall there was the main bus station. Going down there, searching for a bus we stopped at a sign saying Vienna. Now, the puzzle was coming together, but it was still hard to believe. We were going to Vienna airport.

Once we arrived there and went through all the safety checks, I was still clueless about our destination. Next, we set down for a beer. There was a display with upcoming flights. I could see several interesting destinations like Barcelona, but less interesting like Sofia as well. They told me to take a guess, so I naturally chose Barcelona, since it made the most sense with the flight leaving in half an hour or so. After finishing our beers, we went to our gate. I didn’t pay much attention to the gates we’ve been to or to the fact we’ve been going in different directions. Once we have arrived to our gate, the destination was finally revealed to me. We were flying to Manchester.

Now, that the secret was out, they told me that the most important part of the bachelor party was cancelled due to the death of Queen Elizabeth II. We were supposed to see Manchester play against Leeds at Old Trafford on Sunday. The match was postponed, because the police was needed in London at Queen’s wedding, which was on Monday. I was so happy, but sad at the same time. I nearly got to see them. We will have to came back once they announce the rescheduled date.

In Manchester, we were staying at Zsolti’s. Benji joined us for the whole weekend, which was really nice.

The guys planned a lot of things to do, about which I found out gradually along the way.

We had many amazing meals - burgers, traditional English breakfast, ramen, pizza and many more. I shouldn’t forget about the delicious coffees and amazing sweet treats.

On Saturday, we went to Old Trafford to see the museum. They also booked a tour of the stadium. It was an amazing feeling to finally be inside the Theatre of Dreams. It was a dream come true. It was really emotional for me. I was so happy, but sad at the same time, because I was supposed to be there the next day and see them play live in front of my eyes. After the tour, we went to the megastore and I bought a T-shirt and a hoodie to have a tangible memory from this experience.

After ordering pizzas from Domino’s, we went to a house music party which was held at a storage house. Going in, the police dog sniffed me out and I was sent down the line for a drug check - just to spice things up. The whole event was alright, although the main stage wasn’t that good, but we enjoyed the other stages. I was really excited to see Disclosure, which was the headliner at 1am. Unfortunately, it was a great disappointment and after a while we went home.

The next day, we had a lunch reservation for ramen, which was unbelievably delicious. We also ordered buns, which were like mini-Japan tacos. After lunch, we want to an arcade game store. We played some retro games, drinking beer. Guitar Hero was really fun.

In the evening we played Exit, an escape room style game, where we worked together as detectives and had to solve riddles in order to find clues. At the end of the game, we had to find the killer on the Orient Express train. Everybody enjoyed the game. We also played a strategic game called Catan and Seven Wonders. Game night with my closest friends, it was so good. I personally enjoyed it much more than the storage party.

On Monday, we were flying back to Vienna and then home. Up until the flight, we were just sitting home relaxing. Then, went to buy groceries in order to make pancakes. Another good meal from Zsolti for a change.

Also, there was a great surprise from Benji. I wasn’t expecting it, but he gave me a present - a training-ground back only available to Manchester United staff. He has a masseur friend who managed to get it for me. It was a really nice gesture.

Next, we played a game of Seven Wonders and Codenames. Then it was time to leave for our train to airport.

Writing this on the plane, we had a 2-hour delay, but I’m not even mad. I had a wonderful weekend I won’t ever forget.

thank you guys.

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vigilvntes · 2 years

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Doctor's Orders - Adrian Chase x Reader

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A/N: I wasn't sure what to name this one and honestly i wasn't even planning on writing for adrian again anytime soon but uh here we are <3 i forgot how fun it is to write for adrian bc he just be talking and i love writing dialogue. anyway enjoy!

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: language, references to violence and sex, implied sexual ending :) barely edited or beta read <3

Summary: you're pissed at him, so what better opportunity does adrian have to break out some of his best (worst) pick-up lines?

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Adrian Chase doesn't miss people in the conventional sense. When he's away, he doesn't spend every waking moment thinking about you, crying to be back in your arms. He doesn't call or text constantly (at all, actually). In fact, when Adrian’s away, most wouldn't even pick up on the fact that he has someone waiting for him back home, missing him and sending him a few texts throughout the day, just to check up.

Sure, when he has to leave your apartment early in the morning to join the task force on some important mission or other, and he kisses your lips, forehead, cheeks, nose and every other part of your face until you're giggling and telling him to go, his heart aches. He hates having to leave you all alone. But as soon as he climbs into the van, and the task force set off to their destination, all thoughts of home are pushed from his mind. Written off as a distraction until the mission comes to an end.

He doesn't mean for this to happen, it's just something that his mind does. He's task orientated, and he just fucking loves his job. Killing and torturing people who've done horrendous, atrocious things brings him so much joy, and he's often so caught up in the mission that you sometimes won't hear from him at all until he's due home, when that ache in his chest sets in again and he's giddy and restless on the drive home at just the thought of seeing your face.

He doesn't realise how good he has it, how much he misses you until he's back home and cuddled up in your arms. Then, he never wants to leave your side, and when the next briefing rolls around it's a struggle for you to coax him out of your bed and into Chris’ car. You can't begin to count how many times you've had to follow him along to team meetings, sitting quietly at the table with his hand in yours, whilst Emilia gives them the rundown on the next mission.

To anyone else, this would be a red flag. But to you, it's pretty standard. Besides, you're absolutely certain that Adrian has done worse things than fail to text you back or pick up a call. When you send him a text, you don't expect a response. But what you do expect is for him to tell you if he's going to be home a little later than expected.

And by a little later, you mean three days.

You spent the first day feeling relatively calm, sure that he'd be returning anytime soon and pulling you into the tightest hug. The second day is when you started to panic, sending him multiple 'where are you?’ texts and calling his mobile a few times, to which you were met with no response. You cried a few times, and laid in bed awake all night wondering whether you'd wake up and find out that your boyfriend had been dead in a ditch the whole time. The third day is when you caved and called Chris, your voice quiet and fearful as you asked him what the hell was going on. He told you that Adrian was fine, and that things had just gotten a little messy. He then proceeded to scold your boyfriend for not letting you know.

So now, you have a curly-haired man child practically attached at your hip, following you around your apartment, begging you to pay any semblance of attention to him. You're not angry at him, but you're very much annoyed.

“Come on, babe! I really fucking missed you.” He says, grabbing on to your hand as you make your way into the kitchen. “I finally got to kill a guy with a chainsaw. Well, it was his chainsaw, actually. I stole it from him. But the whole time I was thinking about you.”

You stop in your tracks, glancing back at him with furrowed brows. You're... not so sure how to respond to that. Your mouth opens and closes, but nothing seems to come out. Eventually, you manage a quiet, "Wow. That's... good to know. I'm flattered." You grab a blueberry muffin from the countertop and hoist yourself up, wincing slightly when you feel the cold, smooth granite press against your ass and thighs.

Adrian pushes your thighs apart gently, finding a welcome spot for himself between your legs, and he grins at you, "You should be. Killing someone with a chainsaw has always been my dream. Like seriously, it was cool as fuck. And I was thinking about you when I did it so that made it even cooler. But I kinda got a hard on halfway through because I started thinking about that time when you—"

You pick off a piece of your muffin and shove it in his mouth. He looks more than delighted at the gesture, chewing happily. "Enough! I don't need to hear about your chainsaw hard-ons."

He's quiet for a moment as he finishes the small chunk of muffin, and then he hums in thought. "Babe, I'm not gonna lie to you, that sounds like the name of a really fucking cool anime, or something. Chainsaw hard-ons." He repeats, nodding his head. "I think that'd be something Chris would be interested in. Don't tell him I told you this, but sometimes when he's feeling lonely, he watches hen—"

You quickly shut him up again by shoving another piece of muffin in his mouth. You swear you're going to have none left for yourself if he keeps this up, and judging by the grin on his lips, he's having way too much fun with it. "Please don't tell me about Chris' porn habits, either." You're not surprised that Adrian knows just about everything Chris gets up to in his spare time, right down to the porn he watches.

"Okay." He says slowly. "Well, we can talk about mine instead? There's not much to talk about because I don't really watch porn anymore since I have you. So when I'm home I can fuck you, and when I'm away I can just think about fucking you, so—"

"Oh my god, shut up." You groan out, screwing your eyes closed for a moment.

When you open them again, you realise that he has his mouth open, almost expectantly. You raise your eyebrows, and give him a look that screams 'really bitch?', and he closes his mouth slowly, averting his gaze to the ground. His lips are pulled into a small, cute pout for a moment, and eventually he glances back up at you and asks, ever so carefully, "No more muffin?"

You should have known. He's been running his mouth, talking out of his ass the whole time because he liked the fact that you were feeding your muffin to him. "No more muffin." You confirm.

Adrian inches forwards ever so slowly, his hands cautiously reaching out for your hips, and when you don't protest, he grabs them gently. "So..." He pauses, glancing away in consideration for just a moment, "I can't have anymore of your muffin because... you're pissed at me?"

You glance down at your muffin, then back at him. "No, dude. It's because I've already fed you, like, half of this thing." You tell him, breaking a chunk off and popping it in your mouth. Oh, he looks devastated. It's taking all of your strength and willpower to not just give in to him.

He gets over it pretty quickly, though. "So you're not pissed at me anymore." He sighs in relief, his shoulders relaxing and a smile crawling across his lips. "Thank god for that. I fucking hate it when you're pissed at me."

Oh, but that never seems to stop him from doing things that piss you off. He can't hate it that much. Actually, you're sure he enjoys it sometimes. Gets a kick out of the back and forth, until the two of you eventually kiss and make up, and find yourselves falling into bed and having the best make-up sex. You'd be lying if you said you don't get a small kick out of it, too. Though you're not sure that the sex makes up for thinking you're boyfriend was dead for almost three days straight. "I'm still pissed at you." You feel kind of bad for bursting his bubble, but you're not prepared to let it go so easily.

"But you just said—"

"No. Uh-uh." You cut him off, pressing your index finger to his lips, physically silencing him. "Don't even try to twist my own words against me, Chase." He frowns at the use of his last name. It's all the confirmation he needs that you're definitely pissed. "I never said I'm not pissed at you anymore. I just said that me being pissed at you isn't the reason why you can't have anymore of my muffin, got it?"

"But that's not fair! You just—"

"No, what's not fair is you not texting or calling when you're gonna be home late. Especially if you're gonna be gone for three more days." You're not yelling at him, because frankly yelling solves nothing when it comes to Adrian, but your tone is firm. "Have I ever complained about you going away with the team?"

He thinks on it for a moment, you can see the cogs turning in his head. "I mean, there was that one time—"

"Chase." You warn, and you hear him let out a low growl from the back of his throat because you called him by his last name, again. He really doesn't like that, but it's the only way to make him take you seriously. "You were injured from the last mission that time, and you know that. Now, apart from that, have I ever complained about you going away?"

A moment of silence, and then a quiet, "No."

"Then don't you think texting me to let me know you're gonna be late — or just to let me know you're alive, is the least you can do? I hate having to bother Chris every time you go off the fucking grid." Truly, the embarrassment you feel whenever you have to call Chris is unmatched. You always feel so pathetic, like a whiny, needy partner whenever you call and ask about Adrian, when in reality you're none of those things. Chris gave you his phone number specifically because he knows what Adrian is like, and he knows you won't hear from him once he's balls deep in the mission. Yet you can't help but feel guilt every time you dial his number, and you wouldn't have to if your own boyfriend would contact you in the first place.

Adrian sighs, "Babe, I'm so— Wait. How long have you had Chris' number?"

Fucking seriously? That's what he took from that whole conversation?

You shrug, "I don't know, since you started going off on missions with the team." A long time, then, to put it quite plainly.

He frowns, and his shoulders drop in disappointment. "Fuck. Do you call him often? Because Chris is like, super fucking handsome and he has the biggest dick I've ever seen. Like, seriously. It's huge. It probably causes people a lot of pain, and honestly I don't think I can compete with that. He's also—"

You cave. You can't help it. You break off a chunk of your muffin and shove it into his mouth. "Dude, I'm not gonna run off with Chris and his painful dick. I call him whenever you go off the grid, okay? Jesus."

Adrian gives you a shy little smile, and finishes chewing and swallowing the piece of muffin before he gives you a quiet, "Sorry."

"Whatever." You say with a roll of your eyes.

The two of you fall into silence. It's not awkward or uncomfortable, but it's slightly tense. You're waiting for an apology, and he's trying to find the right words. You can see it in his face every time you look up at him, with the little frown on his lips and his eyes flicking everywhere but never meeting yours.

Eventually, he sighs, shuffling his body closer to yours and leaning down, burying his head in the crook of your neck. "Babe?" You don't wrap your legs around him like you usually do, or fling your arms around his neck, and it's probably driving him insane how unresponsive you've been to his affection all evening. It's been driving you insane, too. You're dying to get your hands on him, but he has to learn. "Babe, come on. I'm sorry." He whines.

Adrian doesn't like having to apologise, not because he's stubborn or hates being wrong, but because he can never quite find the right words. Although he's jokey and would rather laugh off any situation, he's good at expressing his feelings. It's how he expresses them that trips him up sometimes.

He nuzzles against your neck, pressing kisses to the sensitive spot between your neck and shoulder, and he lets out an audible groan when you don't respond to his advances. "Babe, I think I'm gonna have to go see a doctor." He mumbles against your skin.

You freeze up. "W— What? Why?" He's perfectly fine, you're sure of it. When he walked through the door, the first thing you did was sit him down and check for any injuries, because you know your boyfriend well enough to know that he cares more about being home and kissing, hugging, touching you than he does about his own body. So, every time he comes home, you make him sit down and let you check him over before he's allowed to kiss you. This may have led him into a false sense of security this time, though, because you couldn't resist his pout and you ended up leaning down and pressing your lips against the small cut on his cheek. "Why do you need to see a doctor?" You ask, slightly frantic.

He's quiet for a moment, but you can feel his lips twitching against your neck. "Because I'm severely lacking in Vitamin U, right now."

You shove your tongue into your cheek, trying as hard as you can to suppress a smile. It's not funny. He had you worried for a moment, just to use the worst pick-up line you've ever heard, and it's not funny. He's not funny. "You're not funny, Chase." You affirm out loud, your voice as steady and devoid of all amusement as it can possibly be.

He knows he has you, though. It's the little things like this that make you weak for him. "I think you're deficient too." He says, and you can hear a smile in his voice.

You play into it, though you have no idea why. "Oh yeah? In what?"

"Vitamin D. Doctor says it's urgent." He pulls your hips forwards to meet his, while he nips at the sensitive skin of your neck for just a moment. Then, he raises his head, looks you dead in the eye, and says, "The D stands for dick, by the way."

"Yeah, I figured!" You push him away gently and hop off of the counter, mumbling, "You're fucking gross." You make your way out of the kitchen quickly, and he follows behind you. You throw your muffin at him to keep him away, but that does nothing to deter him. Actually, he just picks it right up off of the floor, shoves the remainders in his mouth, then continues following you.

"Aw, come on, fuckface! I just wanna vitamin B with you!" He calls, practically chasing you through the apartment.

"No! Get away from me! I don't want your shitty pick-up lines anywhere near me!" You call back, though there's a very obvious grin on your lips. You curse how funny he is.

You giggle as he chases you around the living room. He attempts to grab your hand and pull you into his arms, but you manage to dodge him every single time and make a break for it to the other side of the room. All the while, he's giving you his worst in terms of pick-up lines. "Come on, fuckface! I think you need some Vitamin Me!" "Are you a multivitamin? Because you have everything I need!"

Eventually, you find yourselves on opposite ends of the couch, breathing heavily with grins spread across your faces. "Well, well, well. Looks like we're caught in our very own Mexican stand-off." He teases.

"Looks like it." You say.

"You gonna make your move?" He asks, pushing his glasses back up his nose quickly.

"I don't know. Are you?" The bedroom door is just behind him, and you're planning on getting in there and shutting him out, just for a minute. Just to prove that you've won, and until you can't stand the whining or the banging of his fist against the door any longer. It's quiet for a moment, the two of you are just staring into each other's eyes, caught in a deadlock as you try to figure out what the other is planning. But then, you decide to make your move.

You take a sharp left around the couch, and he follows quickly, as you expect him to. But then you drift on your feet, almost slipping on the rug as you turn around and start running in the opposite direction. He saw that coming, though, which shouldn't surprise you. He has an incredibly tactical mind, and he's a fucking quick thinker. You make a run for the bedroom door, even though you know you're screwed. He's barrelling towards you, and there's no way you'll make it without being caught. You're almost there, though, so you keep going, reaching out for the handle and managing to push down lightly.

But then, he intercepts, his body bent in half as he grabs your hips and hoists you over his shoulder. Any harder, and you're sure he would have winded you, but he knows your limits, and he plays gentle and fair with you. All you can do is let your body hang loosely over his shoulder as he laughs and spins you around, revelling in his victory.

He kicks open the bedroom door and stomps his way in there, dropping your body down on to the soft mattress. You don't even have time to blink before he's crawling on top of you, slotting his body between your legs and propping his chin up on your chest.

"How does it feel to be a loser?" He asks, with that big, dumb grin on his lips that has you like putty in his hands.

You're pouting, but you're not exactly mad that he won. Though that doesn't stop you from biting back. "I don't know, I thought you had more experience. Why don't you tell me?"

"Ouch." He says in mock offence, that smile of his never faltering. It's quiet for a moment between the two of you, your steady breathing acting as a placeholder for conversation. His soft voice breaks through the quiet. "Hey, I'm really sorry." He tells you.

His voice is dripping with sincerity, and you furrow your brows in confusion for a moment because surely he can't be that sorry that you lost. But then you remember. You're pissed at him. Or you were. He's brought you round, used his charm and humour to pull you right back to him, as he does every single time. And it works, always. You wipe all the confusion from your features quickly. "Oh. Uh, it's okay. I just—" You sigh. "It sounds dumb because I know you can handle yourself, but I just worry about you, sometimes. I try not to bother you when you're gone. I don't ever wanna bother you. But— I just— Please just let me know if you're gonna be gone longer, okay?"

"Okay." He nuzzles his head against your chest, "And you don't bother me when I'm gone, by the way. I like it when you send me texts. I just forget to reply." He lifts his head and gives you a cute, sheepish smile.

"I know." You pull his glasses off of his face gently, and he perks all the way up, wasting no time in shuffling his body up just enough to press his lips to yours. He lets out a soft breath when you finally reciprocate.

"M'sorry, again. I'll do better." He tells you, and he means it, too. You know that. "I love you." He mumbles, kissing your lips again and again. Making up for all the kisses he's missed out since he got home.

"I love you." You manage to get out between kisses.

He pulls back for a moment and grins down at you, "Fuckin' sweet. Does that mean I can be Adrian again?" He asks.

You let out a quiet giggle, pushing his hair away from his forehead gently, "Yeah, Adrian. You can be Adrian again." He looks so ecstatic that he's being called by his first name again, a testament to how much he really fucking hates it when you use his last name. It makes you feel guilty, but it makes him listen.

His lips are back on yours only a second later, hungrier this time. It's times like these, when the two of you finally settle down when he returns home, that you realise how much he's missed you in the time he's been gone. It might only be three days, but that's three days without seeing your smile, feeling your touch or being able to just lean over and steal a kiss at any given opportunity. You miss him, too. Of course you do, but you've grown used to how quiet the apartment is whenever he leaves. You're not so sure he's grown used to not having you by his side, though.

"Hey, babe?" He mumbles against your lips.

"Yeah?"

"Think it's time for you to take your medicine." He tells you, a sly smile crawling across his lips.

What the fuck is he talking about? You're about to ask, but then it dawns on you. Fucking Vitamin D. "Oh, you think? I don't know, Adrian. I feel fine." You tease.

Adrian lifts his head, though he makes the effort to push his hips down against you, and you can feel him pressed against your thigh. It's no surprise that he has a hard on already. "Really? Because you don't look fine." You let out a quiet 'oh?' and he nods, "Yeah, babe. You're looking kinda pasty, and—" He presses the back of his hand against your forehead. "I think you're burning up, too. We should really fix that." He's keeping such a straight face, and you can't help but laugh quietly.

"And how do we fix that?" You enquire.

"It's simple. You just have to be good for me, lay right there, and take your medicine." He says it so innocently, but the implications are anything but innocent. Fuck. You feel heat rush to your cheeks, and you curse yourself internally because you know that's only going to encourage him. And it does. "Oh, babe, you're really not doing too well. You're bright red. It's okay, though. Don't worry. I have your prescription on me right now." He brushes his nose against yours.

You can't believe it. He's been using possibly the shittiest pick-up lines you've ever heard, and somehow he's managed to make them hot. Somehow, he's managed to get you hot and bothered. You can't help but smile at him, ready to give in to him already because you've missed him just as much as he's missed you, and you need this just as bad. "Okay. I'll take my medicine."

He grins at you and kisses your nose gently, "Good. Doctor's orders, after all." His hungry lips meet yours again, and his needy hands grab at your hips.

You're sure you won't be deficient by the time he's done with you.

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ratmonky · 3 years

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Death Drive

Word Count: 5.5K

Warnings: non-con, mild blood, choking, biting, fight/violence, burns, tentacle

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A gift to my lovely friend who also drew this gorgeous piece for this fic, @bacterialheaven <3 (Your art fascinates me so much ahh T^T)

Although most of the devil hunters have the life instinct, I think Hirofumi doesn't care much about survival while doing his work, making him the perfect example of an individual with a death drive. Just like Kishibe (:

The depths of the ocean had many things hidden at the bottom where sunlight never reached. Fish still yet to be discovered, monsters and devils.

Swimming in the ocean was something you could never do since the thought of never knowing what might be hiding underneath the dark waters was horrifying.

However, the terrifying creatures of the ocean could never get you as long as you stayed on the land.

Right?

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Hitchhiking wasn’t as dangerous as you had anticipated. When you told your close friends that you would be making your way out of the city by hitchhiking, they warned you about the dangers of getting in the car with someone who might want to hurt you. No matter how much you tried to explain to them how you had to lay low and stay away from any public transportations to not get caught, they didn’t listen.

However you hadn’t listened to them either, that was why you were sitting on your luggage near the roadside. You were only a couple of towns away from the city but you still had a long way to travel.

It had taken you more than a dozen rides to get to here from where you had started. Normally it would take two hours by car to travel here but it took you eight hours to get where you were now.

It was getting late, your last ride had promised to drop you off next to a place you could stay the night but the man was too creepy to look at and you felt uneasy to be stuck in the truck with him.

Naturally, you had insisted that he dropped you off on the first roadside diner.

You regretted it now. It was the middle of the night, you didn’t have any place to stay and the roadside diner you had been planning to eat was out of your budget.

Either you had to get a ride now to save money to travel to a cheaper roadside diner or go out of your budget and stay the night here feasting on food… The latter option was the worst. Saving money was more important.

You knew how to attract a ride anyway. Smile in a friendly way, hold up your ‘going to the countryside!’ sign, and hope for the best. You wouldn’t wait any longer than between ten to fifteen minutes before hitching a ride but it was almost impossible to get a ride at night.

There was no way that someone would drive you to the next town or somewhere you could sleep. Everyone was on the edge because of the devil attacks that had started happening more frequently.

No. Don’t think about devils. Not now. Not ever.

With a long sigh, you redirected the light from your flashlight onto the map. You could wait until the morning or start walking on the side of the road until you came across a gas station; however, it all felt like a waste of time and effort. This side of the city didn’t have anything but trees on the roadsides. It could be dangerous to walk close to the forest at night too, you had heard the devils who lived in nature would come out at night.

The sound of your stomach grumbling brought you out of your frantic thoughts.

You were starving, the last thing you ate was a granola bar in the morning. It had been quite a while since you had last eaten but if you went over your budget, you might not be able to make it to your destination.

“Where are you headed?”

Startled, you turned your head to the man who was talking to you. He looked around your age, he had black hair and a rather creepy smile tugging at his lips.

“Um, the countryside.”

“Oh, you’re all alone?” he asked.

You nodded to confirm. Then internally yelled at yourself for telling him that you were alone. He could be someone dangerous.

“I’m headed to the countryside too, want me to give you a ride?” He gestured towards a black car parked in front of the diner.

You would have taken his offer if it weren’t for the sinister smile on his face.

“Thank you but I wouldn’t want to be a burden.” You averted your gaze from him and shone the light back on the map.

“It’s dangerous to be out this late at night.” He put his hands in his pockets, shrugging slightly. “I wouldn’t be able to sleep knowing I didn’t take you to safety.” He gestured towards the parked car behind him once again. “I'll give you a ride, free of charge.”

He had cornered you, there was no reason for you to refuse his offer. You were still conflicted though, you would have turned him down if it wasn’t this late in the night. He didn’t look like the type of person to take no for an answer either. You couldn’t say no to his generous offer but you kept hesitating. If you were to find the perfect excuse maybe he would leave. However, you didn’t have any excuses.

Ugh!

Why were you even hesitating? You needed a ride and here was this guy, offering to take you away from the doomed city. You hit the jackpot!

“A-are you sure?”

“Come on, I was about to leave.”

“Ah, I can’t thank you enough.” Gathering the stuff you had with you and putting away the flashlight, you forced yourself to smile at him. “You saved me from waiting who knows how long for another ride.”

He didn’t say anything as he led the way towards his car. Opening the baggage, he let you put your luggage in the back and closed it. As you were walking around the car to open the door and sit on the back seat, the guy spoke before he hopped on the driver seat himself.

“I have stuff in the back, sit on the front.”

You stared inside through the window to see two large black bags on the backseats. Reluctantly, you reached to open the front door and climbed inside the car.

“So, where are you exactly headed?” He asked as he put on his seatbelt.

His question brought you out of your frantic thoughts. “Somewhere remote.”

“Hmm, so no specific destination? Don’t you have a family member who’s waiting for you? Where are you going to stay?”

You didn’t have anywhere to stay. At least not yet. Your plan was to find a motel and stay somewhere remote until people forgot about you.

Most importantly, it didn’t feel like he was asking these questions to start a conversation. You changed your mind, wanting to get out of the car.

You turned your head to tell him that but his unsettling stare left you speechless.

He asked a more particular question. “Do you have a specific address you want me to drop you off to?”

“I-in front of the first cheap motel we come across would be perfect.” You clutched on your small shoulder bag. You felt nervous when people stared at you for too long.

He hummed in acknowledgment as the car rolled forward.

“You seem to have a lot of luggage. Moving somewhere?” he spoke again, taking a turn and getting on the highway.

Your head jerked up, looking at him. “Um, uh.” You were hesitant to lie. “I’m just backpacking around the country.”

“Wouldn’t it be cheaper to bike instead of hitchhiking?” He wasn’t even facing you but you could tell he was smirking at your utter stupidity. “Or rather do it with a group?”

Although your throat felt dry, you didn’t dare to swallow. “Probably but I wanted to have a little adventure for myself, alone.”

“Don’t backpackers usually have a backpack and not a luggage?”

“I just have too many things I need with me.” Ahh, you were so bad at lying. Stop fidgeting with your fingers and looking around like that. He will notice. Just… change the subject. “A-anyway, I don’t think we introduced ourselves. I’m (name), what’s your name?”

“Hirofumi.” He grabbed the gear shift, changing it to a higher level and speeding up. You sank deeper into your seat and started to panic. Only then you realized you hadn’t put on your own seatbelt. While you were hurriedly trying to put it on, Hirofumi pressed on the cigarette lighter button. You hoped he wasn’t going to smoke inside the car but failed to notice how there weren't any cigarette tar stains on the interior of the car.

He took a sharp turn, you grunted but managed to put your seatbelt on. As you sat back in your seat, the first thing you noticed was that he was driving down towards a road leading towards the forest.

“Um, I think you took a wrong turn,” you said, bringing it up to his attention.

“It’s a shortcut.” He kept his eyes on the road that was only being illuminated by the headlights, everything else was dark, you had no idea what kind of shortcut he was taking.

There was this feeling of being in the middle of the ocean. You could feel something sinister was lingering in the deep dark water underneath you. Something was about to emerge and grab you by your ankle, pull you down, and drown you.

You knew how to swim.

However, could you swim if whatever thing was pulling you down turned out to be a lot stronger and scarier than anything you had ever faced?

Could you struggle when you were this weak?

Could you fight when you had nothing to fight with?

Without your weapons.

Without your badge.

Without your devil.

“You know, hitchhiking was a great idea,” he said, his fingers drumming on the steering wheel as he continued smiling. “It was a smart option but for someone as dumb as you, there was a way to ruin it. You went and told all of your dumb friends about your plan.”

You stared at him for some sort of explanation but you didn’t need any. Yet you still asked him, whimpering, “W-what are you talking about?” Your bottom lip had started trembling.

He knew.

“For a devil hunter, your sense of danger is too low.”

A tremendous wave of panic washed over you when he sped up.

“Who are you?” Did you even need to ask? He was one of those private hunters. Makima had most likely sent him after you.

Despite being a devil hunter from the city, you were now weak. You had resigned from your work without notice and broke the deal with your devil. Although it had been an impending decision rather than a sudden one, you had left your work abruptly.

After watching so many people die and losing who you had thought would be your friends for a long time, the bitter truth of being a devil hunter had resurfaced.

Devil hunters were destined to die on the job, sooner or later.

The money you earned from being a devil hunter could let you live in comfort materialistically until the day you died but having to suffer from nightmares every single time you put your head on the pillow or closed your eyes could never be comforting. It wasn’t worth it.

You didn’t want to lose more people or see any more grotesque devils murdering civilians but once you started working under Makima’s orders, leaving wasn’t that easy.

That’s why you were on the run.

Even though you had sworn to protect the people of your country, you were running away from the job that gave you a purpose to your insignificant life like a coward.

How childish.

The cigarette lighter popped off with a soft click sound, bringing you out of your hectic thoughts.

He was taking you back… He was going to hand you over to Makima. You were going to work until you died.

“You should’ve gone up north, going south was predictable. Well, at least if you hadn’t told your friends about the hitchhiking part, maybe you’d go under everyone’s radar. However you’re a chatty one, aren’t you? Some ‘friendship comes before work’ type of person, huh? That would explain a lot-”

Hirofumi’s words didn’t reach you anymore. The color drained from your face and your ears started ringing. Your whole body started to shake, and tears started streaming down your cheeks. “Please,” you sobbed, your voice came out shaky, pathetic. “Please don’t do this. I did nothing. I’m just tired of all of the deaths and I can’t handle it any-”

“You can’t talk your way out of this,” Hirofumi said as he took another sharp turn, driving deeper into the forest.

You found yourself stuttering, ”Y-you don’t understand.” You looked at Hirofumi with tears in your eyes. “I’ll be killed.”

“What are you so unhappy with?” Hirofumi spoke again but he wasn’t even facing you. “It’s not like you were living contentedly up until now, were you? In that case, it makes no difference where you live or what you do for a living. Or if you’re killed or not.”

Your face found a new shade of pale. He wouldn’t understand. He was one of those crazy devil hunters who had shut their humanity off.

“You only had to kill demons for a bit and you got rice every day. It might as well be heaven but I guess you weren’t a real hunter.” His smile grew wider as he was watching the trees creep towards him slowly before zooming past the window. “You can die in peace now.”

You got quiet but your tears didn’t stop.

With a vicious smile on his lips, Hirofumi turned away to face you. “You know, a pro devil hunter wouldn’t cry.”

Everything was spinning, it made you believe that your head felt fuzzy. It didn’t even occur to you that he was driving at a normal speed now. Almost immediately you tried to think of an escape plan. Could you manage to run away if you were taken to the headquarters? There was no way you could and that was why you had to fight with everything you had to refuse to go with him. You looked out of the window, the forest could be a great way to lose him. The trees and the darkness could cover you, giving you the advantage to sneak away without having to face this guy in a battle. What was your next move going to be?

You didn’t know but you had to get away.

You stared at the door lock, it was locked but you could lift it even without him noticing. The speed was still accelerating but if you managed to jump out of the car you would have a head start by running. The car wouldn’t stop until his shock wore off and that would give you the great advantage of looking for a place to hide.

There weren’t many people or devils out in the forest at this time of the night. Hopefully. It would be easy for you to run without being seen by another person who could tell him where you went.

What if a devil attacked-

Getting overwhelmed, you took a sharp breath and exhaled loudly. You had to calm down. You didn’t have much time to think over the plan, you just had to do it. If you waited for too long you were going to lose this chance of getting away.

Hesitantly, you glanced at Hirofumi. To your luck, he was only focused on driving.

Cone on. Come on. Come on.

Your heart was pounding, a single cold sweat droplet trickled down from the burning skin of your temple to your cheek as you carefully and suddenly unlocked the door. But you forgot about the most important thing. Your seatbelt. Your biggest mistake was forgetting to unbuckle your seatbelt. As you had twisted your body to jump out of the car, you had found yourself stuck, slammed back into your seat from the force of the seatbelt itself.

Hirofumi stared at you as if it wasn’t a big deal that you opened the door of the moving vehicle or how you were trying to escape. He lifted his right hand up while he crossed his middle and index fingers, “Octopus.”

Your blood ran cold as a giant tentacle emerged outside of the car from a dark cloud and slammed the door closed. You were frozen in your seat as if your muscles had dried up and turned to stone.

What was that?

No, you didn’t want to know.

The car decelerated until it slowly rolled to a stop.

You didn’t dare to look at Hirofumi but you knew he was smiling at you. You knew he had that sinister smile plastered on his face, glowering at you with his big dark eyes.

“Ink.”

He turned off the engine, the headlights flickered off and it became pitch black. Darker than black. It all swallowed you whole. It was as if light didn't exist, the only thing you could see was the dangerous glint in his eyes.

Hirofumi calmly plucked off the burning hot cigarette lighter and held his hand out towards you but you couldn't see. “Ms. Makima told me to bring you to the headquarters,” he said, pausing momentarily as you were trembling in fear, unable to move a muscle. “Dead or alive. I get paid either way.”

You gulped audibly. This was it, wasn’t it? The end.

There was another long pause before he sighed and pressed the cigarette lighter on your thigh. “Look me in the eye when I’m talking to you.”

The sharp pain made your eyes widen and your mouth popped open in pain. You could run away, you just had to unbuckle the seatbelt and bolt out of the car.

However, as soon as your hand went to the buckle to pop the latch plate out, he firmly pressed the metal lighter on the back of your hand.

Yowling in agony, you refused to retrieve your hand and instead unbuckled your seatbelt. Without giving him another chance to attack, you opened the door.

As soon as you fell on the mud, you took a couple of wobbly steps before finally gaining your strength and used the ground as a springboard to start running without looking back. Things weren't as dark now, you could see well but you still were confused about things. Without actually having a clear idea of your whereabouts you kept running deeper into the forest but you couldn’t run in a straight line, you had to confuse him with which way you were running. Abruptly, you stopped to look around to see where you could run. The sudden movements made you lose your balance, stumble and fall down. You scraped your knees. Without checking your injuries, you got up to make a sudden bolt to your right.

Your own heavy footsteps were echoing each time your foot made contact with the wet mud. Or... no. Those weren't echoes of your own footsteps they were more like- They belonged to someone else-

“You’re running too slow.” A scoff.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him running next to you. He wasn’t out of breath like you were but he lifted his hand towards you, pointing his forefinger at your face before crossing his middle finger over the other digit.

He was going to call out his devil again.

With a sob, you made a move to change your direction but it was too late.

“Octopus.”

Black smoke appeared behind him. From the dark mist, a tentacle emerged, abruptly grabbing you by the waist, you flailed violently as soon as your body crashed onto the tentacle. It lifted you up, punching the air out of your lungs from the force of its grip around your body. You started hitting the tentacle’s slimy skin, crying and yelling at the same time. “Let me go, let go!”

Hirofumi pressed his hand on the tentacle and walked towards you while dragging his hand on it. “You’re more fun than I thought.”

As he was getting closer, you struggled within the tentacle’s hold by kicking helplessly at the air. “Get away from me!”

He stopped in front of you and looked up at you with that same disturbing smile before tapping on the tentacle twice. “I took a liking to you.” The tentacle lowered you down until Hirofumi tapped on it again to stop. “You’re quite interesting.”

The tentacle tightened its grip around you and forced your arms to be pressed against your chest. You were getting crushed, you kept trying to inhale but no air was going inside your lungs.

“However it still would be less of a hassle for me to take your corpse to Ms. Makima. You’re just too annoying.”

Fear came rushing back, the bitter reality of how insignificant your life was a harsh truth to accept. Hirofumi could kill you without batting an eye, he would be fine with taking your life because at the end of the day he was going to get paid for doing his job.

You opened your mouth to beg for his mercy but nothing would come out. Your face was turning blue from lack of air instead.

Hirofumi said something you couldn’t hear. Instantly the tentacle’s hold loosened around you. With the pressure gone, you greedily inhaled air, filling up your lungs and coughing.

“I’ll make it quick,” he said, this time frowning instead of smiling. “What a shame though, I thought we’d be able to work together in the future.”

“W-wait!” you coughed, trying to catch your breath to talk to him. “No, no, no! Please, I’ll do anything. Please, I won’t try to run again, I’ll sit patiently and- and-”

He was very quiet, almost silent, but resolute. The blood in your face drained away when you heard his cold and terrifying tone asking you a question with three simple words, “You’ll do anything?”

Your eyes widened as you tried to process the meaning behind his words, you could feel your blood being pumped through your veins but something was wrong, there was a heavy feeling of something crawling under your skin.

“I’ll do anything.”

That sinister smile returned to his face.

The tentacle lowered you, now, your feet could touch the solid ground.

“I want you to prove me wrong,” he said, stretching his arms above his head.

“Huh?” The tentacle unwrapped around you but remained at the back while you stared at the guy in front of you in confusion. “Prove what?”

He positioned himself in a fighting pose. “Prove that you’re a devil hunter worth keeping alive. Let’s duke it out.”

He had to be kidding. You were nothing without a weapon or your devil. It was unfair to you and-

Hirofumi landed a sudden kick on your stomach, doubling in pain, you took a couple of wobbly steps back.

When you glanced up at him, you saw him jumping in his place as if he was only warming up. He was taunting you, don’t fall for it.

Yet you knew he wasn’t kidding about you proving him that you were a good hunter. He had made it clear. So you had no choice but to take him down if you wanted to live.

You aimed a kick towards him but he caught you mid-air by your ankle. Whimpering, you tried pulling your leg back to no avail. The panic of the situation started to settle in as he got closer to you. “That’s cute, you didn’t even put any strength behind your kick.” He tucked your leg around his waist, closing the distance between the two of you. His face had gotten awfully close, his hot breath ghosted over your face. For the first time tonight, you looked at his eyes directly, his pupils were dilated to the point of being completely black. You could see your own terrified expression being reflected back to you in them. To put it simply, you were at his mercy once again, balanced only on a single leg with no way of escaping his hold.

“You lose,” he grinned. “You really aren’t cut out to be a devil hunter.”

“Please,” you began but he interrupted you, his other hand pressing on the small of your back and sliding down your curves to squeeze a generous amount of the supple flesh of your ass. Your breath hitched, the uneasy feeling of being powerless against a higher rank like him made your stomach churn in fear.

“Let’s have some fun before you die.” You could hear the smile in his voice.

With that, the tentacle returned, abruptly going under your shirt, pulling it up and over your head. You didn’t even get the time to react as Hirofumi let your leg down to shove you forward against the tentacle. Gasping, you planted your hands against the tentacle in a pathetic attempt to push yourself up but it was now impossible with his weight pressing you down. His hands were holding your hips in a death grip and rubbing your clothed ass onto his own clothed crotch. You were moving away from his hips helplessly, unaware of the tentacle pushing your bra up to let your tits bounce free. Only when the cool air hit your bare chest, you became aware of what the tentacle was doing. Your nipples perked up and the slimy skin caressing your skin made you flinch, the feeling of one of its suckers on your nipple was enough to make you shriek in disgust.

Hirofumi chuckled, his hands on your hips slid up, feeling your curves before dragging you against his clothed cock. He couldn’t help but grab your hair to pull it as he grinded against your ass with a little too much force. You could feel him growing bigger, he had to be a twisted creep to get off to this.

“Stop… no more…” Begging, you turned your head to look at him. With the way he was pressing you down, you couldn’t meet his gaze, instead found your cheek being pressed flat against the tentacle. Ignoring your pleads, Hirofumi pulled himself back to yank your pants down hurriedly as the tentacle latched one of the suckers on your nipple, toying with the sensitive nub. You started to breathe hard as the realization of how vulnerable you actually were hit you hard. All you could do was to pathetically attempt to get away from Hirofumi to be assaulted by the tentacle instead.

Then the loud sound of his belt buckling made you jolt, the tears and begging for him to stop came right after. You would do anything for him to stop. However your cries were ineffective, they didn’t stop him from pulling down your panties and drinking up the sight of your naked lower half. They only seemed to spur him on even more.

“Stop…” you whimpered and struggled. Tears started streaming down your face as a choked sob left your lips. He smiled against the skin on your shoulder in response while lining himself on your entrance. Twisting your arm behind your back to keep you still, he put his entire weight behind his hips to surge them forward and buried the entire length of his cock in your cunt.

Wincing, you gasped. Hirofumi took it as a signal to move. You were awfully wet, each time he pulled back himself to slam his hips forward, the squelching sounds of your pussy filled the silence of the forest. If that wasn't gross enough, your cheek was being grazed against the slimy skin of the tentacle, its fishy stench started to overwhelm you, making you gag.

“Ahh, you like this don’t you?” He tentatively pulled his hips back to abruptly slam them into your pussy.

“No…” You bit back a moan, closing your eyes and begging for all of it to stop internally.

“You’re getting off to this, you’re sopping wet.” Hirofumi mounted you completely, you could feel his entire weight settle on your back. “Be a good girl for me, will you? Be honest, it’s just the two of us here.”

You grumbled in response.

“Makima isn’t listening.” He nosed some hair out of his way to whisper in your ear. “Only I will hear your confessions. You can tell me anything, trust me.”

“Go to hell,” you hissed. If he was going to kill you, so be it! You weren’t going to give him the pleasure of humiliating you. All you had left was your pride and you were planning to keep it until the very end.

He slammed his hips forward, hitting your sweet spot on the first try. His firm thrust was all it took for you to silently scream, with the air in your lungs completely gone from the impact, you were clenching around his cock. You opened your mouth to take in some air but the tentacle wrapped around your neck, squeezing tightly around you to prevent you from breathing. The tip of the tentacle forced its way into your mouth and swirled around your tongue before diving deeper down into your throat. Hirofumi placed his hand on the tentacle, tapping twice for it to loosen around your neck. The tentacle left your mouth with a disgusting pop sound. Then he replaced the tentacle with his own hand, shoving his fingers into your mouth and grabbing you from the inside of your cheek.

Now, when he thrust forward and picked up his pace, you couldn’t bite back your moans. To your utter horror, it worked. Every thrust of his hips left you moaning, gasping for air. His merciless, rough thrusts remarkably sped up, especially in comparison to before. He was humping you like a rabid dog now and he responded to your surprised moan with a long, pleased hum.

Your drool started to spill out from your mouth and down to your chin since you didn’t have the luxury to swallow the saliva with three long digits prying your mouth open. You moaned audibly and threw your head back when his cock stroked a specific spot along your insides, Hirofumi took this opportunity to bite into your nape hard enough to draw blood, on a second note, you started to think he could be an actually rabid dog.

A scream left your lips, more out of pleasure than pain.

Hirofumi’s teeth sank deeper into your flesh as he felt your gummy walls pulsate around his cock, clenching and begging to be filled with his seed. He gave a muffled chuckle against your flesh, chewing on the raw skin. Although you weren’t honest in the slightest, your body was.

The tentacle’s tip went between your legs and the sucker latched onto your clit, catching you by surprise and making your entire body shake in pleasure.

How cute.

With a delighted smile, Hirofumi stopped biting your nape. He licked your blood off of your skin all the while he was fucking you frenziedly, thrusting in and out your pussy with sloppily wet sounds that started to make your knees unbuckle. Swallowing down your pride, you gave in to the pleasure so you could move your hips and arch your back to meet his frantic thrusts. At the same time, the tentacle toyed with the sensitive nub. It all made your legs trembled under you as your moans got louder than before.

Hirofumi's pace suddenly slackened when his cock throbbed upon your walls clamping on him. Taking his hand from your mouth, he placed it on your shoulder to grab you. He pulled his hips back and abruptly slammed forward, punching the air out of your lungs one last time as you felt the slight twitch of his balls on your skin before a pleasing warmth filled your belly.

The tentacle moved in tight circles around your clit and you clenched around Hirofumi’s cock for the last time, milking more of his seed using your pulsating walls inside of your cunt. Even after the tentacle left you alone, Hirofumi continued fucking his cum into your pussy, gross squelching sounds from his seed gushing out from your abused hole had become a white noise to you at this point. By the time he pulled out of you and let you go, your legs gave up from under you. Before you could crash on the dirty mud, the tentacle caught you, holding you up in a gentle grip.

Hirofumi was tucking himself into his pants while you watched him in exhaustion. He noticed your stare and gave you the same unsettling smile. “I think you’d be a great devil hunter if you were partnered up with me. Makima would agree if I said so. Won’t you agree too?”

You couldn’t keep your eyes open anymore but you managed to blink slowly in response, mouthing a ‘yes’ in defeat.

Hirofumi’s eerie smile grew wider, his eyes squinted from his cheeks puffing up. “I look forward to working with you in the future.”