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#s. him more but i genuinely think about how happy i would be without her in my life. i’d cry and maybe kill myself because now i have no 1
cherikolya · 9 months
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— GONNA BREAK HIS F✗CKING SPINE, WANNA DANCE UNTIL WE DIE
RECEIVERS。stalker!nikolai gogol x fem!reader
WISHCARD。“I flirt with my woman by chasing her with a knife, dearest. And she likes it. She loves it. She loves it so much that she can't stop thinking about it. She thinks of her chaser so much that her pretty brain can't hold all the thoughts she had about him that she has to put it all down into her little journal.” Nikolai presses his knife a bit harder, “She likes it.”
BOUQUET。stalker au, 18+ content, dark content, harsh languages, very dubious consent, predator/prey dynamics, threats, manipulation, rough semi-public unprotected s*x, horror descriptions, repetitions are intentional, masochism, violence, impact play, oral (both receiving), knife play, hints of ‘exhibitionist’, light mindbreak, very toxic relationship, obsessive and possessive behaviour, dead dove do not eat
PRICE。approx. 23.6k+
FREEGIFT。chills - dark version (mickey valen, joey myron), night drive (henry), lost soul down (nbsplv), hush (ari abdul), freak show (punkinloveee, h3artcrush)
OTHER SHOP。also available on AO3
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❝ Day 6 of him not being outside my house.
One more night and it will be officially a week since he last came here. Truthfully, dear diary, I know I should feel relieved and happy that one threat to my life is gone, even if it's temporary.
But I think he fucked me so hard that he fucked my head too.
I can't stop thinking about him. Not in a bad way. I just can't get him out of my head. Every fucking time, I find myself looking at my phone at work because I hope he texted me creepy messages. I purposely wear short clothes when I'm out in the living room because I want to tease him. I don't even lock my doors, hell, I even leave my wardrobe slightly open.
Why why why why am I acting like this? I'm losing my logical sense! I should not do those stuff! I should not rile a fucking murderer! No normal human would think of walking around their house topless, nipples out, perked and shit, just for their fucking stalker to see!
I blame my fucking hormones.
Maybe he's right. Maybe I'm a whore this whole time.
I am ashamed of myself.
I am also ashamed that I actually wait for him to barge in my house again. I want to experience that first night when he first talked to me as Kolya. I want him to wat no no what the fuck am I writing
Anyway, dear diary, I'm quite excited about this weekend. I will go out to have a drink— actually we'll get fucking drunk so fuck yea
I wouldn't call myself a lonely person, but I do... have very few friends. Maybe it's because of my weird hobby. Maybe it's just my social skills. But, putting that aside, I am quite happy that I am actually invited to go.
Because nobody invites me that often. pathetic bitch
And very rarely do people take my invitation to go on some horror adventures with me. I could count on one hand how many people have come with me to enjoy those scary things.
Maybe I should put myself out there. I can't stay this aloof and alone without a companion, or a genuine genuine friendship. Romance is one thing, but to be honest, having a deep friendship is beautiful too.
I hope I can have a best friend. Maybe one day. If I don't fuck myself up in my life so badly, that is. ❞
— ♡
Loud beeping shocks you.
Your eyes shoot wide open. The bedroom is incredibly dark and you would think you're deep six feet under if only your eyes are not doing their best trying to focus and if the moon is not there to glow your room with a bit of light. Your hand frantically looks for your beeping phone and as you reach it, you look at the bright screen. Your eyes automatically try to close because of the sudden light.
3:01 AM
You slide your thumb across the screen to turn off your alarm. Three in the morning, and you don't even remember why did you turn your alarm on at the paranormal hour.
Must be a mistake. — you think. It is most likely that the alarm is for 3:00 PM but you accidentally put it on AM instead. Rookie mistake.
You set your alarm to 9:00 AM and tuck your phone by your pillow. You let out a soft whimper as you arch your back, giving your muscles a little stretch. Your body turns, making you lay on your back.
“You're so cute.”
A deep voice causes your eyes to widen in surprise when you see a tall figure standing by your bed, with his height hovering over you. You gasp loudly out of shock and your flight-or-fight react very quickly as you frantically try to get out of your bed, fearing the dark monster.
“Uh-uh, little dove. You don't want to run from me.”
“Ah!”
You yelp when your ankle is grabbed and easily yanked back, making your whole body get dragged back to the bed.
You turn your head, finally seeing the figure. Tonight's without his mask, only with his black turtleneck and black pants. His braid is as white as snow, as fluffy as cotton, the type of hair you'd be glad to brush your hand through, to pull hard to draw moans and groans from him.
“What the fuck are you doing here, you fucking bastard?!” you scream as you shake your leg to escape his clutch. He chuckles deeply before he leans forward, and then he suddenly wraps his hand around your neck, with his fingers gripping you a little tight, just enough for your breath to halt.
“Shush.”
You nod quickly, tapping his arm so he could give a bit of mercy to release you. He tilts his head, “Promise to lower your voice?” and once again, you nod.
“Good.” he shoves you to the bed, and you cough a bit, wincing at the soreness on your neck. You glare at him and he only giggles, grinning slyly at your pain.
“Fuck you, Nikolai.”
Nikolai smiles as he places his knee on the bed, starting to climb on the mattress. “Yeah? Now?” he teases and he finally gets on the bed, sitting by your side as his large hands are feeling your body that's only covered with a nightgown.
“You're so naughty, dressing up like this while writing your little journal about me. May I see?”
He unfolds his knife from his pocket and uses the blade to shamelessly raise the bottom of your nightgown. His eyes trail down, looking at what's hidden between your thighs. “My my, isn't that the panties bought for you three weeks ago? You really do love me after all!”
“Fucking pervert,” you grunt as you close your thighs. Nikolai scoffs.
“Then push me away if you hate it that much, dolly.” he retracts his knife, purposely slightly grazing the blade on your calf. You hiss as your leg jerks at the cold sting. “But you don't. Because you miss me. You miss my touch and my presence.” Nikolai says as his eyes glance up at you.
“You love me.”
“I don't.”
“I love you too, darling.” Nikolai sighs contently before he suddenly hugs you, laying his head on your breasts. He hums, comfortable to rest his head on you. You shift a bit at the sudden weight being dawned against you, slightly grunting but it feels a bit comforting to have that heaviness on your chest. You could smell the peppermint from his white hair.
“You change your shampoo?” you ask.
Nikolai chuckles. “No, it's just my new hair oil,” he replies before he looks up at you from your chest. He smiles sweetly. “You noticed.”
“... Stop flattering yourself like a delusional creep. Get off me.”
“No. I love your boobs.”
“Is that how you flirt with women? Pathetic.”
“I flirt with my woman by chasing her with a knife, dearest. And she likes it. She loves it. She loves it so much that she can't stop thinking about it. She thinks of her chaser so much that her pretty brain can't hold all the thoughts she had about him that she has to put it all down into her little journal.”
Nikolai smirks at you before he raises his body a bit, now tracing your body with his knife again. The sharp point grazes your nightgown-covered body, from your tummy — teasing your belly button and up up up to your breasts.
The point of his knife circles your nipple, only barricaded by a thin fabric. You exhale a shaky breath as your eyes shut at the threat of the knife poking through your skin, bleeding you. And when Nikolai presses the knife a bit harder on your nipple, you cannot help the moan that escapes your throat.
“She likes it.”
His voice is taunting as he whispers right by your ear. His warm tongue licks the spot just below your ear, kissing your skin softly as you squirm slightly — and you immediately freeze your squirming when you feel a sharp poke from the knife.
“Gosh, if I were to be a bit crazier, I'll eat you.” Nikolai moans, grinding against your thigh and you look at him with mouth slightly agape, releasing soft breathing and eyes almost hooded, slowly dominated by hazy lust.
He keeps kissing your neck, sucking your skin as you try to control your body, especially your upper half, since his knife is still against your hardened nipple.
“I like your noises. You sound exquisite, my love,” he murmurs by your ear. A sharp pitchy breath is heard when he drops his knife in between your cleavage. His hand clasps your side, a bit up — just where your ribcage is supposed to be. He groans.
“I adore you, love. I adore you so fucking much. Why do you wake up at this hour? Why why why, birdie? I can't hold myself now. I just want to stare at you — I have been watching you sleep for hours. Hours, my dear, and I never bore.”
You look at him and his eyes are piercing you deeply. His face is blushing as he raises from his position. With one hand on your rib and one hand on the side of your face, he looks at you, too affectionately — it's too affectionate that it looks nothing more than a simple obsession.
“You're fucking crazy.”
Nikolai smiles.
“Don't you want it? I promise I will keep your gorgeous body in a glass box, like I always said. Would you like your corpse to be in a bride's dress? With white lilies and roses? Do you want me to put your favourite lingerie on your body? I'll make you pretty, inside and outside.”
His hand slips into your gown, rubbing your inner thigh before he slips it out, making your gown pool on your waist.
Your lips quiver as your thighs shift away from his touch. You shake your head, looking at him with a light frown. Nikolai only cackles. “It seems that I accidentally scared my little dove.”
“Why the fuck are you here? I was already so glad you were gone for a week.” you snarl, shoving his face away but Nikolai only smiles when his face is turned to the side. He looks back at you.
“I miss you, baby. Isn't that obvious? And well, my work is pretty tiring these days. I am feeling burnt out, especially when I can't go to see you as usual.” he mumbles as he brings his index finger to trace your tummy, spelling his name. Then he looks at you.
“I miss you, dearest. Don't you miss me too?”
“Get off my fucking bed, you creep.”
“Avoiding the question, ain't we? And please, don't call me a creep. Hurts me a bit, sweetheart.” he teases, giving your collarbone a soft kiss. You groan and push him, only nudging him to lie next to you.
“You are so clingy!” you sigh, only making him laugh.
“You're always so rough to me. Maybe this is what they call harsh love? Were you loved wrongly before, my dear?” he taunts again as he tries to get closer. But, you immediately take the knife that's laying on your chest and point it at him.
You glare at him but he is only watching you, amused. Nikolai is still smiling slyly, tilting his head as if he is looking at something so adorable — a mocking gesture, to challenge you to come and hurt him with his own blade.
“I like my girl feisty. And you're such. I will marry you if you manage to bleed me, my love.”
You scoff and carelessly throw the knife towards him, which he takes immediately to conceal it back inside his pocket. “Dangerous, love. You might get hurt. I don't care how much you like to hurt me because I know you're secretly a big masochist — but sweetheart, please don't hurt yourself with your own hands.” he says, his voice is careful and gentle, it almost scares you with how many layers he possesses in his whole existence.
Isn't he so nice?
“.... Whatever...” you mumble, looking away. But still, you will take his words to your own account — for your own benefit, of course.
“You look tired,” Nikolai comments and you glare at him. He only grins, knowing well he is the reason why your brain is fucking fresh at three in the morning. He then reaches out to you, stroking your head.
“Don't sweat it, dear. This weekend you have your outing with friends, right? It's unfortunate, my dear, but it seems that I couldn't look after you from afar.” Nikolai coos as his finger touches your face. You look at him, baffled.
“I don't need you to look after me from afar. And that's not being caring, you sick fuck. That's stalking. And that is a crime.” you point your finger at his chest, poking it hardly. Nikolai snickers.
“Thank you for the lesson, dear. Well then, I think I must go. Although I do want to stay longer and maybe maybe maybe I could sleep with you, I actually have work tomorrow morning.” Nikolai says as he retracts his hand from you and gets up from the bed.
“Yeay, you're leaving.” your voice is monotonous as your hands are shaking in the air as if you are so excited that he is leaving. He looks at you before he sits back on the bed, causing you to sigh loudly.
“Get out, damn it! I want to sleep!”
“I don't wanna leave yet, love. This place is so comfortable, so home. Maybe it's because it's yours.”
You press your lips together — he always has his way of words, and it's a shame to say his words never fail to prick into your heart little by little. You sigh internally as Nikolai keeps looking at you.
“I'm worried,” he says. You look at him, confused.
“What for?”
“You're going out with your friends this weekend. And I won't be around to look after you. I mean, I know you're capable of protecting yourself — you almost kick my balls back in the maze too — but I'm still worried, you know. You can't trust people these days.”
You scoff at his words. Yeah, sure — I really can't trust people these days.
“They're not my friends, just coworkers. Acquaintances, if you will.”
Nikolai sighs. “I figured. You seldom come to the circus with anyone. I only ever noticed... a couple of times.” he says before he gently pulls you to stand between his legs. He holds your hips, not allowing you to back away as he would only pull you closer once you take an inch back.
“I can be your friend. I will be your friend.”
You purse your lips, looking at him with hesitation. Your hands are holding his shoulders, tightening a bit when he offers to be your friend. He smiles at you, kindly this time — as if he doesn't force himself into your room, onto your bed, teasing and touching and holding you as he pleased.
“I will be your friend, love. I will listen to your rambles, your joy, your disappointments, and all your feelings. I will keep them secrets, tightly quiet. I will be your shoulder to cry on and you can always use me to release your anger.” he sighs contently before he rests his head on your tummy.
“We can watch movies together, we can dine together, bake each other's favourite cookies. And then you can braid my hair while I knit your new scarf. We can cuddles — cuddles in cold weather! I'll give you most of the blanket — I was born in a cold place, after all, I'm used to it. Then we can read books — you've been reading that collection of short stories these days, from Evening on a Farm Near Dikanka. We can do each other's make-up — I can make you the prettiest harlequin ever. Won't you like that, love? That's what friends do, right?”
He is practically wrapping his arms around your thighs, just under your ass, hugging you tightly. His hand is as naughty as ever, teasing the hem of your panties, feeling the chub of your ass.
You shiver a bit at his touch, especially because he grazes your skin with his ruby-polished nails. Nikolai breathes softly against you, slowly riding your gown up until it reveals your stomach.
“N-Nikolai...”
“I will say this again and again, sweetheart. I love it when you say my name.” he kisses your stomach, making you gasp at the sudden touch of his lips. He takes your hand, placing it on the bundle of your gown.
“Hold it up.”
You obey, holding the fabric, clenching it as he kisses you. From your stomach to your pelvis, he kisses and nibbles your skin gently, nothing rough, nothing demanding.
“Back to the question, love.”
“H-Huh?” you look at him, confused. For a short moment of him touching you, you have forgotten that this man is your very stalker who has been posing dangers in your life.
If he's so dangerous, then why is he so nice?
“Friend? With me? Yes?”
Nikolai is looking at you from below — just the same level as your stomach. Your body shakes a bit at his eyes. You swallow hard, trying to think of an answer.
“N-No. No, you're not my friend.”
Nikolai snickers — there. There is that cruel haunting smile.
“I ask you once again.” now he is just boldly groping your ass, holding you. His hands cupping your ass cheeks make you yelp in surprise and your grip on his shoulders hardened.
“Will you be friends with me, dove?”
You purse your lips. His stare is just demanding, especially his lewd gesture toward you right now. For once, you want to see this man get shocked, to get surprised by something that he is trying to lure you into.
“...... Surprise is beauty. Unexpectedness is bliss. Why don't we play another game, then?”
Your hands move. The right one trails down to his chest and the left one slithers up to his chin. Nikolai's eyes twitch when you bring his chin up. His breathing gets frantic when you lean near to his face.
“Love—”
You can feel his lips pouting slightly, intending to come into the expected kiss. But you stop, only millimetres away before you peck the corner of his lips instead.
“No friends.”
You move back, much to his disappointment, clear in his frustrated groan. You almost smirk when you see his dissatisfied face. Nikolai clicks his tongue before he gives a light smack on your ass.
“Come kiss me.”
“No.”
“Please kiss me.”
“No.”
“I promise I'll be good.”
“No.”
Nikolai pouts, once again smacking your ass lightly before he lets his hands fall to his side, resting on the mattress. “Fine.” he huffs. You coo — internally — because it kinda reminds you of a sulky cat.
“You know what else I'll say 'yes' to?” you ask, throwing a bait.
“What?”
“I'll definitely say yes if you are willing to get the fuck out of my house.”
Nikolai snorts. “Right. Right, you have work tomorrow after all,” he says before he shifts a bit on your bed and takes out a box of cigarettes from his pocket. You frown.
“I don't know you're a smoker.”
“Ironic, isn't it? I know a lot about you.” he bites the cigarette, now looking for a lighter. “But you don't know a lot about me — what you know is just my day job, my reputation as Gogol and me as... Nikolai.”
“If this is your way of coping with your internal monologue, then it's not healthy,” you say. “Don't take it as a way of me caring for you. I don't give a shit. You, smoking in my house would make stain my environment with tobacco. Who likes that? Surely not me.” you are quick to add, as soon as you see that glimpse of excitement in his eyes. Nikolai only looks at you.
“Now, come on and don't make yourself comfortable in my house, on my bed, in my room. I said you need to leave right now.” you take his arm and pull him up, surprisingly he gets up, complying with your words. You are a bit surprised to see him following you to the main entrance because you were sure he would put up a fight.
“Poor little ol' me, getting kicked out, having to sleep outside in freezing cold air! Poor me, poor me!”
“Shut your theatrics and go home! If you have one, that is, clown!” you finally managed to push him out of your house but Nikolai is still trying to enter again, blocking the doorway with his figure — his height certainly makes it harder for you.
“Kiss me goodbye. Just one. One, please, baby. Baby, please just kiss me.”
“No, fuck off and don't smoke.”
You push him as hard as you could and quickly slam the door close, locking it. Nikolai grabs the handle, twisting it but it could only rattle. He knocks multiple times. “Hey! Just a kiss, please! Baby, open the door!”
When there's no answer, Nikolai sighs to himself with a chuckle — he is not exactly disappointed but it's a shame he could not tease you more. He swears to himself to come again and he will get his long-awaited kiss.
He turns around, stepping away from your door. He slips his hand into his pocket, trying to find his lighter but then he stops. His track also halts in the middle of the pathway to your house.
Nikolai pulls away the unlit cigarette between his lips and drops it to the ground.
“As you wish, my love.”
— ♡
You are quite wasted.
Going out with your friends on a Saturday night does sound fun after all.
What could go wrong, right?
“Hey, girl! Take this before you leave!”
You are already supported by your friend, Alex. He is a heavy drinker, but he can handle more alcohol than the rest of your group of friends. You turn to your other friends who are still staying to drink more.
“What?”
“We got free tickets for a haunted fair! Here's one for you.” one of the girls approaches you with a grin as she slips a folded ticket into your pocket. Your mushy mind is taking the time to process her words before you shake your head.
“Haunted fair?! No, no! I don't wanna!” you say as you try to take out the ticket.
“Oh, come on! I thought you liked those kinds of stuff. We can go explore it together!” she says as she holds your wrist from taking the ticket out. You whine, stomping your foot.
“There's a fucking creepy fucking guy who chases people with a knife! Fucking shirtless too!”
“Oof, she's definitely wasted,” Alex comments. Your friend laughs as she taps your shoulder.
“Must be one of her scary movies. Take her home safely, okay?”
Before you protest, you are dragged out by Alex. He gets you into the car, strapping you with the seatbelt. You huff, leaning your head back as your escort gets to the driver's seat.
“You okay?”
“Yeah, yeah.” you wave your hand, dismissing his question. He only chuckles before he starts the engine. Then, he drives to your house. Silence surrounds the journey as you are too deep in your not-sober thoughts.
“I don't wanna go to the haunted fair.” you mumble and Alex hums, indicating that he's listening.
“Well, she gets the ticket for all of us... I don't think I'd refuse the invitation.”
“You got a ticket too?” you suddenly jump on your seat, turning to him. He hums again and nods. You slip your hand into your pocket and take out the ticket. It is a bit crumpled.
Such a familiar ticket. Such a familiar haunted fair.
“Oh, just come! I'm sure it will be fun! Besides, how many of us have seen a circus show before? And to go to a horror-themed fair in a not Halloween season? It will be fun, don't you think?” Alex says. You purse your lips, frowning.
“Why when she gets free tickets, everyone wanna go but when I invite, no one wants to come?” you murmur, accidentally a bit loud, causing Alex to look at you for a short moment before he needs to focus on the road again.
You huff and you lean to the seat again. The ride is once again silent. And after almost ten minutes, you two have finally arrived at your house. You immediately try to go out of the car but you wince in pain when the buckled seatbelt is still around you.
“Ow!”
“Haha, careful there. Come on, let me help you.” Alex immediately gets out of the car. He walks to your side and opens the door, helping you to get out and supporting you to walk to your house.
You huff, surrendering yourself to get assisted. Alex brings you to the door and you try to get your key in the pocket inside your coat. But being half or perhaps barely sober, you are clearly having trouble with it.
“Okay, okay. Let me help.” he immediately slips his hand into your pocket, taking out your key. He unlocks your door and drags you inside, practically shoving you to sit on the couch.
“Alright, girlie. I have to take care of you until I'm sure you can manage yourself, alright?” he says as he takes off your boots and coat. You only comply, letting Alex take care of you. You are slouching on the couch until your eyes catch your uncovered window.
You sit straight immediately.
Usually, Nikolai would appear there.
His tall figure standing in the dark, leaning in your direction in amusement as he watches. He watches you for a long time, just enjoying your night routine. Sometimes with a smile, now that he has discarded his mask. Sometimes accompanied by several small flashes of his camera. And sometimes, with the sharpness of his knife, trailing on the glass. He will just be there in the shadow, lurking when you're eating, sewing, journaling, or working.
He'll be there watching.
But,
“Hm? Is there something wrong?” Alex approaches you and you turn to him. Your dear friend looks at you and then at the window. “What? You start hallucinating now?” he laughs a bit.
“N-No... Nothing, nothing.”
“No one's outside. Don't worry. There's no one at the window.” he assures you as he gives you a glass of water. You look at the water and then the window.
“No one's there?” you ask, voice small and disappointed.
“Nope. No one. No ghosts, no slendermen.” Alex replies. “Why? You need me to check for you too?” he asks and tilts forward a bit, as if he was about to get up.
“No need! You're gonna get fucked!” you scold him, pulling him by his arm before you reach the glass.
So he still doesn't come tonight. He must have been so busy with his haunted fair. You grunt to yourself, finding this annoying for some reason. You chug down the water, fast enough that some of it drips to your chin.
“Fuck, one more!”
“God damn, it is not a fucking whiskey, woman.” Alex sighs as he takes the glass. Then he pulls you up a bit to hold you up. You follow his movement, allowing him to hug you close as he drags you to your room.
Alex brings you to the bed and while in his embrace, you fall straight onto the mattress, accidentally pulling Alex down with you.
“Ow.” you wince.
Alex gasps as he is on top of you. You whimper a bit at his weight dawning on you. You flicker your eyelids, trying to nudge him.
“Alex...”
Your voice falters when you feel Alex's fingers trace your jaw. Your eyes shoot up to him, seeing Alex's face blushing faint crimson. You purse your lips — for some reason, you don't feel good about what's about to happen.
His hand is still stroking your face and you shudder at the touch. His thumb rubs your lower lip as his eyes are tracing the pretty features of your face.
You freeze. Your eyes shoot up to him.
“H-Hey...” your word slurs.
“I... I actually...” Alex murmurs. His blush is more apparent the longer you two are in this position. You nudge him, but he leans forward. “Please, please, just one... Just one.”
One what?
Then, he raises your chin up. Before you could react, you feel his lips slam onto yours, blocking the air from the gaps of your lips. Your eyes widen as your body gets tense. Alex's lips move greedily on yours as if he is desperate to savour your whole, sloppy it is, especially when you can barely act on it too.
“Mmh!” you move your head to the side, essentially breaking the kiss. But your friend doesn't stop as he moves his head to your neck, giving a lick to your skin before he sucks on it.
“A-Ah! Stop, A-Alex..!”
“Please,” he whispers, kissing your neck, down to your collarbone. “Just one time—”
Bam!
Suddenly a loud knock — not even a knock, that's a straight bang. Someone is banging the door to your room, so fucking hard that it thunders.
Bam! Bam! Bam!
The loud banging continues and you gasp, scared. Your mind is fresh almost immediately at the thrilling fear. You sit up, along with Alex. He is also surprised and he's visibly frozen by the banging on the door of your bedroom.
“Oh, God.”
“It's okay—” Alex whispers to you as he hugs you as if he is reassuring you everything will be fine. The banging pauses and the house becomes silent again, only with the heavy nervous breaths of the two of you.
“I... I will check it—”
“No, Alex. No.” you pull him by his arm, keeping him close to you. Alex frowns slightly, worried.
“It's okay. I know you are afraid but I promise, I won't be long. I'll just check the corridor outside.” he says with a gentle voice, holding your face with both hands. You shake your head frantically, still holding his arm.
“No. N-No, please stay... I'm not scared about myself. I'm... I'm worried about you...”
Because you will get killed if you step out.
Alex's gaze softens but then becomes alerted when the door is knocked again. No more banging but it's loud enough to indicate that the person outside is still around.
“Hey... We can't just let that motherfucker corner us like this.” Alex says as he looks around your room. He opens your drawer, abruptly. Your eyes widen, a bit offended that he did not ask for permission — especially when in the drawer, there is a knife that you treasure so much.
It's a small knife, with a red bulbous shiny handle, and a golden signature is carved on it.
It's the souvenir, from your unforgettable chase, the very thing you used to touch yourself out of extreme desperation, when you were too depraved of his touch, needing his warmth to comfort you on the same night you were chased.
“Okay, this is good enough,” Alex says before he gets up, practically dashing to the door. You try to catch up to him, anxious. You feel as if your blood is at its peak, only waiting for it to burst in frustration.
“Alex—”
He opens the door and raises the knife in a stabbing motion.
But, the whole corridor of the rooms in your house is empty, completely vacant of any human. Unknowingly, you let out a long relieved breath.
“What?” Alex looks around. He steps further outside, trying to find the perpetrator. You only keep an eye on him closely, worried that he would come out of the shadow and brutally murder a friend.
“Alex!” you shout for him and he finally returns to you. A clear concern washes his face as he looks at you.
“Alex... I think, I think you should leave...” you slowly say. Alex looks baffled as he once again touches your face. The knife drops to the floor as he stares at you with worry.
“What are you saying? I would not leave you alone after that freaky shit happen. It is not safe.” Alex says before he pulls you into your room. “Let's get out of here. You can't stay here tonight. It's too dangerous.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“Let's go to my house. Just for a night. Until we can report the police about what happened.”
Oh, no. No, no, no, no, not even the police...!
“No! No, I'll be totally fine! Please! I just need you to trust me this time and leave.” you say, almost pleading to him — maybe you are already pleading by how you desperately clutch his arm. Alex looks at you, concerned.
“Please, Alex. Trust me and leave. I promise I'll be safe tonight. I will.” you say as you look at him, this time, your eyes are firmly staring. You could see the hesitation in Alex's face before he sighs.
“Okay... Okay, I'll trust you. I'll leave. But please call me if the knocking happens again. I'll... I'll be around the neighbourhood until I'm sure you are asleep.” Alex says. You nod fast and practically shove him to the door.
As you two are at the entrance door, you bid farewell to Alex who is still unsure. You reassure him once more and he finally leaves to his car. You close the door, locking it.
“Fucking God...” you sigh. The whole event makes you sober almost instantly. You feel your pants to get your phone, in case Alex might contact you later in the late hours. But your phone is nowhere on you.
So you look around, a bit sluggish as you are still very exhausted. At last, after five minutes of looking, you find your phone in the pocket of your coat.
You throw yourself on the couch, lying on it. The walk to your bedroom sounds so tiring. You will just sleep here for the night. You tap the screen twice and the screen lit up. Then, you see messages — a lot of messages.
Kolya [10:28 p.m.] : my rehearsal is still not ending! (-ω-、)
Kolya [11:22 p.m.] : SOME OF THEM ARE STILL DISCUSSING. I CAN'T LEAVE (メ' ロ ´)
Kolya [11:22 p.m.] : Heyyy respond to me! 。・゚゚*(>д<)*゚゚・。
Kolya [11:23 p.m.] : oh! fyi, baby, as the ringmaster, i always have to leave the last (。•́︿•̀。) shucks :(
Kolya [12:31 p.m.] : i'm out! yeay! ヽ(>∀<☆)ノ
Kolya [12:33 p.m.] : i'm coming to you, dovey! (´,,•ω•,,)♡ maybe you're already asleep now but it's okay~ okie dokie lemon cookie yeah? <33
Kolya [12:34 p.m.] : you may be sleeping and then i'll be behind your wall, watching you |▽//) don't be too stuck up about it!
Kolya [12:34 p.m.] : we both know you loved being watched.
Kolya [12:35 p.m.] : what is this silent treatment? you're fucking dead or asleep? hmmmm???
Kolya [12:37 p.m.] : i'm on my way tho! see you, love❤️
Kolya [1:16 a.m.] : whose car is that?
Kolya [1:18 a.m.] : who the fuck is that?
Kolya [1:27 a.m.] : why are you like that? are you okay??
Kolya [1:28 a.m.] : if he touches you, i'll cut all his hands and chop his fingers.
Kolya [1:28 a.m.] : why don't you answer me? are you okay?
Kolya [1:28 a.m.] : i'm looking at the camera
Kolya [1:29 a.m.] : i swear i'll cut his hands off if he touches you any further
Kolya [1:32 a.m.] : dove if he's on you for any more second, i'll cut his dick next
Kolya [1:33 a.m.] : did he kiss you? did he kiss you? answer me! answer me please dove did he kiss you? dove please answer me now tell me did he kiss you?
Kolya [1:33 a.m.] : i'll fucking kill him
Kolya [1:35 a.m.] : why the fuck is he hugging you now?
Kolya [1:36 a.m.] : my dove.
Me [1:47 a.m.] : Nikolai?
Kolya [1:47 a.m.] : i'm a bit angry, my dove. i'll see you later. goodnight, sweetheart.
— ♡
You could not sleep.
It is ten in the morning and you could barely sleep peacefully last night as your mind is disturbed by the last message from Nikolai. You know his 'a bit angry' is not just a mere annoyance. You are worried about Alex. Maybe you shouldn't be — because he attempted to make out with you while you are barely sober, but, what makes him so different from Nikolai who chased you and breached into your room?
“Agh....” you grunt as you slam your head on your desk. You are in your office now, working. Alex is also your co-worker but he's in a different department.
Your brain is fatigued and in need of a good long rest. Your eyes are fluttering close, trying to fight off the sleepiness that is still lingering in your brain. Until, you hear a young male voice calling your name.
Immediately, you raise your head. And there, you see a man in a white uniform and a black cap standing right in front of your desk. Your co-workers are giggling, and then you realize the man is holding a small bouquet of red roses.
He calls your name again, confirming your identity and you quickly nod. “Yes, yes, that's me.” He smiles and then gives the bouquet to you. You look at him, confused. Regardless, you still take the bouquet. “From who?” you ask.
“The sender doesn't want to tell his name. I think it must be a surprise, miss.” the man says. You frown a bit but you force a smile and nod. You thank him and he leaves the office.
“Ooh~ someone's getting a present.”
“Aww, I wish my girlfriend would do that!”
“That’s so sweet!”
“Hush and get back to your work!” you pout to your friends and they only laugh at your reaction. You huff and lean to your seat, looking at the bouquet. The roses are fresh as if they were just bought from a nearby flower shop. You try to think of any possible name that might have sent the flowers, but you could only think of him.
Because he is the one who loves to do this thing — just to show you that he knows everything about you.
“What a fucking surprise, huh?” you murmur to yourself as you reach for your phone, finding his contact that he puts into your phone without even you knowing it. You have tried to delete it a couple of times before but he will just keep adding his number back into your phone.
Me [10:28 a.m.] : What's with the flowers? You think you're gonna spook me because you know where I work at?
You put down your phone on your table as you look at the bouquet again. There, you notice a small note in the crook of the flowers. You carefully take it, as there are still small thorns around the roses. The note is folded and there's a small pouch of fruit candies tied together with the note. You untie the pouch and open the note.
❝ I hope you get better! :) Let's see each other again when we're going to the fair! <3 - Alex ❞
You freeze.
You feel your heart is getting faster. You feel your mouth is drying. You feel heavy, heavy in your chest as your emotions are mixed from fear to anxiety to concern to fear and more fear and more and more.
Your phone pings, shutting your inner discord. You don't know what kind of notification you would see if you dare to take a glance at the screen. But your phone is just close enough to your vision that you cannot avoid seeing a few messages appearing on the screen.
Kolya [10:30 a.m.] : what flowers?
— ♡
You are too uneasy. You can neither sleep nor sit still. It's been a few days since Nikolai contacted you, let alone met you. You had texted Alex, thanking him for the bouquet and he replied just fine, albeit he took quite a while to reply — but still, it means, Nikolai doesn't do anything to him, yet.
You don't know what he will do. He doesn't appear at your window either. You sit on your chair that is directed at the window, where you could see a glimpse of him. But he is not there. Well, that is to be expected anyway since he has a show tonight.
You don't think texting him more would be wise. He will use that to tease and mock and taunt you further. You even regret your decision to text him about the flowers. You accidentally put Alex's life in danger and if anything happens to him, you don't think you'd forgive yourself easily.
“Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck, I shouldn't have done that! I shouldn't even fuck with him either! Oh, God...” you wince in frustration. You feel like you are going crazier and crazier each day, knowing you have a dangerous person in your own shadow.
His presence is everywhere, even if he's nowhere.
Your phone has been pinging nonstop. The group chat is busy and excited to go to the haunted fair tonight. They all want to go, especially after one of the girls gets free tickets from God-knows-who. Your friends are also putting you as the one who would lead them through the fair as you are 'experienced' with this kind of stuff.
Alex is going too, for sure. He seems to be that one guy who's always following the group's fun stuff. You are forced to go. Shall Alex did not anger Nikolai, even if you had been craving to go to a haunted fair with friends, you would exclude yourself from the group.
You would rather stay asleep at home or watch some illegal streaming of the circus on some websites. You would rather snuggle in your blanket alone, knowing for just one night, you are safe from getting stalked, being watched and being touched.
But he is waiting for me.
He waits for me.
— ♡
You just step out of the house. After making sure the door is locked, you turn around to walk out of your garage, but, you see a familiar car already parked in front of your house.
What the fuck...! Does this guy have a death wish or something?
You grit your teeth in frustration as you see Alex waiting for you. You do not even make any promise or arrangement for him to pick you up and go together. Why the fuck is he thinking he will be a gentleman for picking you up?
Alright, calm down. Calm down, me. He's just being nice! He doesn't any better.
“Ah! There you are!” Alex waves his hand at you and you half-heartedly wave back. You walk towards him, putting on a friendly smile.
“Why are you here?” you ask and Alex blushes as his eyes trail your figure. You shift uncomfortably, knowing he is checking you out. Alex chuckles lowly.
“I just... want to pick you up. I thought, we could go together, you know...” he says and you beam at him — fake. You actually want to choke him stupid because he should not come here as you don't even know if Nikolai is preparing for his show or watching you from his hidden cameras around your house.
“Right. Right... Sure, we could go together.”
You mentally sigh as you have to comply with Alex's invitation to avoid suspicion. You get into his car and he also gets inside in the driver's seat. Alex turns on the engine, adjusting the air-conditioner and his appearance in the mirror. You take the chance to check your phone one more time.
Kolya [9:12 p.m.] : Attached an image
Kolya [9:13 p.m.] : can you believe my makeup artist decided to try her new makeup style today without my knowing??? (╥﹏╥)
Kolya [9:13 p.m.] : i mean, it looks cool! she's hella talented but damn, tell me beforehand please???
Kolya [9:14 p.m.] : i'm excited to see you tonight, my love. it is been quite a while, no? i miss you soooo FUCKING MUCH!!! (」><)」 ❤️❤️❤️
Kolya [9:14 p.m.] : and don't go home so quickly, little dove. i want to have fun. i will have fun.
“You okay?” Alex asks abruptly, causing you to look at him and shut your phone instantly before he sees the messages.
“Yeah. I'm good.”
“You're smiling a lot. You texting someone?” he asks and you unconsciously rub your face, a bit stunned as he said you were smiling while you were looking at Nikolai's messages.
“Yeah. Just, a friend...” you reply. Alex chuckles.
“Not a boyfriend?” you immediately shake your head. You won't call your stalker your boyfriend, no matter how many times Nikolai refers to himself as so. One thing that makes you better than him is that you are not fucking delusional.
Sort of.
But you know, you are far too deep in this weird relationship with Nikolai. He is pulling you deeper and deeper. And no matter how much you are trying to convince yourself that you two will never be together, you will always hate him, you will get him to justice — he will always make your heart question itself, spiralling your mind with his presence into a tight knot, something you cannot let go ever.
He craves me. And he makes me feel the same.
That whole sentence alone shames you, purely because you are feeling this sort of sick twisted bliss from it.
“Oh! So, you don't have any partner?”
You look at Alex and deliberately shake your head.
“Nope.”
You notice how Alex seems to smile at himself. You decide not to speak out about it. You turn your attention to the road outside. The night is getting darker but the street is very much alive with shops and night restaurants open.
“So, uh... how do you like the flowers?” Alex strikes a question. You turn to him.
“It is... beautiful.” you give him a small smile and you could see the crimson on his cheek is growing darker. He has been blushing so much around you. And as much as you want to deny it, your head knows the truth.
Someone is having a crush.
“I'm glad you think so,” Alex replies, voice soft. “I bought the flowers because... well... I thought it'd be a nice gesture since we had that weird... phenomenon the night before.”
“Yeah... Yeah, sure...” you feel awkward now. 'Nice gesture' your ass, Alex is totally having a crush and you want to deny and refuse it so badly. You are not attracted to him in any way at all. Well, maybe he's good-looking and nice, but that is all.
You are thinking about how to reject him politely if he ever decides to confess his feelings — God forbid, God please, don't lead me to such fate. Maybe you could record a video of you rejecting his feelings so you could give it to Nikolai so he would stop hunting Alex for unreasonable reasons.
“I think,” Alex speaks. “I think I'm having a feeling towards someone.”
You purse your lips, internally screaming. You look away so he would not see your frowning face. “Good luck with that.”
“Are you not going to ask?”
You silently sigh heavily. “Nope. None of my business. But really, err... good luck with trying to... catch... that person.”
Fucking hell. How long is this journey? Help me, O' Heavenly beings from the above.
“So, uhm... What's your ty—”
“Shit, are we there yet? This girl is spamming me.” you lie, as quickly as you can just to avoid the question. Alex looks baffled as he checks his navigation app.
“O-Oh..! Like, fifteen more minutes!” he replies.
“Oh, alright. I'll tell them where to wait for us,” you say as you immediately start a conversation with a friend, making yourself busy. You avoid any eye contact with him, not wanting to continue the conversation about that. It's just too awkward.
You scroll your messaging app mindlessly, until your thumb accidentally clicks the message between you and Nikolai. You still have not looked at the attached image that he sent. You tap it, and then your screen shows a mirror selfie of Nikolai. His eyes have black diamond eyeliners, with a long streak trail to his cheek on both sides.
Me [9:18 p.m.] : Looks good.
Kolya [9:19 p.m.] : babyyy! hello darling! you finally respond to me! \(★ω★)/ you're coming to the show, right right right?
Me [9:19 p.m.] : Yes, coming.
Kolya [9:19 p.m.] : oh, i'll make you come more than that little dove ;) say it louder, baby
Me [9:20 p.m.] : Go fuck yourself.
Kolya [9:20 p.m.] : already did, love. all while thinking of you and your gorgeous thighs, those pretty tits and that cute cunt. miss you so much, baby. i miss that night too
You cringe at the text and ignore it, but you cannot help a giggle to escape your throat. Alex flashes you a confused look. But he doesn't ask anything, probably because you don't bother looking at him. It will be awkward after all, especially when he cannot be more obvious about his feelings to you. You turn your head to the window, already seeing the red, yellow, white lights in the distance. The haunted fair is only a few hundred metres away.
You get ready, fixing a bit of your appearance and hair. You take one last look at your phone before you put it away in your small handbag.
Kolya [9:21 p.m.] : i love you so much, my dove. i hope you remember that. always.
— ♡
Maybe you are given amused looks by your friends.
You don't know, not sure of it.
But you know you look too darn enthusiastic about the circus performances.
The way the acrobats swing between fire, the way the magicians summon a flock of loud crows from a small box, the way the jesters are throwing sharp knives and the way the aerial performers are hanging in the air with their silks.
“The crowd is too loud tonight, isn't it?”
The voice of the ringmaster is enough to blaze the energy of the crowd. Some people are shouting his name as he smiles proudly, boastful enough about himself.
“Alright, you lots! Oh me, oh my, I did not expect that there are still people who know me!”
Nikolai grins. The last performance is coming up and he's out here to fill the audience's time, as well as perform his own tricks. As a ringmaster, he's also good with crowd work — which is what he is doing. Nikolai looks around the crowd. He roams a bit, drawing cheers and calls from the audience. He is looking for someone to interview, to talk to, to joke and to taunt. And a short moment later, he is looking straight at you. His smile widens as he approaches your section.
“Oh! Oh, my God, is he..?!”
“Shit, he's coming here? Fucking for real?”
“Why is he so hot?”
“He looked at me! He looked at me, I told you!”
Nikolai jumps on the divider between the crowd and the main stage. He stands tall there, placing his cane on the surface as he scans the area around your seat. He is smirking, devilishly.
“You! You look fun to talk with!”
He raises his cane, pointing in your direction... but not you. Rather, he is pointing slightly to your left.
“Me?”
You hear Alex's surprised voice.
Fuck.
You look at Alex and he is visibly nervous at the sudden attention being drawn to him. He glances at you and suddenly, he grips your wrist. You flinch at the touch, eyes frantically going back and forth between him and Nikolai.
“S-Sorry. I need... emotional support.”
Go grab your fucking dick or something! Not me! Especially in front of him!
You look at Nikolai and his eyes are sharp on Alex. And his smile is as malicious as ever — people may think it is just his signature sly smile.
“You look... suitable! Hm, hm! See, that face, that figure, that expression — you are quite a handsome fella, aren't ya?” Nikolai grins as he hops into the audience section. The people screech in excitement and glee when the infamous ringmaster is near them, even though he doesn't spare a glance at all.
He leans to Alex, seizing his chin as he chuckles at the clear nervousness on the poor man's face. “I don't think I have seen you before! My! I must have scared you that you—”
He stands straight and nudges Alex's hand that is gripping your wrist with the cane. His action makes Alex release your hand almost immediately, much to your relief. “—hold her so tightly. Ah, forgive me, gent! I am in no way trying to scare you! But this circus is a place for those who seek thrill and fright!”
“So, may I ask, my honoured sir. If I were...”
Nikolai slips his hand behind his cloak, taking out a small red gift box. “... to give you a present, what would you like?”
Alex gulps. “Well, it depends on the... occasion, I guess.”
“That’s not how it goes! You must reply with items, not unsureness!” Nikolai gasps dramatically. “Lemme give you an example! Maybe, you'd like a...” he shakes the red gift box and then opens it.
“... a lucky card?”
He closes it, shakes it and then opens it.
“Or maybe a babydoll?”
In the box is a detached head of a doll of a baby. And it looks too real, despite it being tiny enough to fit in the small box. Nikolai cackles at the reaction of the audience around him before he closes the box, shakes it and then opens it again.
“Or the first knuckle of someone's index finger? Woah!”
He pretends to throw it to a spot in the audience and it manages to make people a bit surprised, scared that he'll actually throw the finger. Nikolai grins as he closes the box, repeating the act.
“Or, an eyeball?”
He bravely takes out the eyeball from the small gift box, looking at it with a glimmer in his eyes. The eyeball is shiny, gooey and bloody. It looks too real and although you know it's a fake hyper-realistic prop, there's a small doubt in your heart that it might be a real eyeball.
“Beautiful, isn't it? Human eyes can be so beautiful, with how their irises could shine different hues — green, black, blue. Stare at it for too long, and maybe you could see it as a diamond. I used to think, the back of an eyeball must be complex, with natural wires of our body. But turns out, it's too plain to even be called beautiful. It's much prettier to see one's eyes when they're in the socket.”
“Don't you agree?”
He glances at you as he twirls the eyeball around his gloved fingers before he puts it back into the box. He closes it and crumples the box in his palm as if the box is empty as if the box is just a piece of paper.
“Maybe, a flower! Men deserve flowers too! And it's perfect to give to the most beautiful person you have ever laid your eyes on!”
He opens his palm and instead of a crumpled gift box, it is a single tiny red rose — not real, but rather, a plastic miniature of a rose.
And he gives it to you.
“Eh?”
You look at him and Nikolai is grinning. The crowd is cheering, and some girls are expressing jealousy and the need to get a flower too. You shyly take the plastic miniature flower and Nikolai giggles.
“My my! The presence of a beautiful lady surely distracts me from you, my dear gentleman. So, what would be your preferred gift to get? Or shall we go and create a gift together? Yes, yes! Let's make a gift out of you— Ahaha! Nothing! I say nothing!” Nikolai throws his arms in the air happily. Alex only laughs awkwardly as he is visibly uncomfortable by the attention.
Nikolai then smirks as he sees his hesitation.
“Would you like to come to the front?”
People gasp, mostly from amazement and envy, as if it is a big privilege to be invited to come down to the stage and assist the magic. Alex looks at Nikolai and then at you. He purses his lips.
“Okay, I would like to...”
The malicious smile grows bigger on the jester's face. He claps his hands, shouting to the audience to give a big applause to encourage Alex to be his stunt. Nikolai steps back as he offers his hand to Alex.
Alex swallows hard and before he could stand up to follow Nikolai to the stage, you immediately grab his arm, stopping him.
“Huh?”
You shake your head.
No. Something is not right. Something is wrong. Nikolai is not right.
“Oho! A challenger?” Nikolai turns to you, as his eyes look down at you sharply. “Are you worried about your boyfriend, my lady?”
“Yes.”
Alex makes weird noise but Nikolai's face is in clear surprise for a short second before he masks it again with his playful persona. “I see... I see, I see! Well, what can I do if his dear girl doesn't want him to get hurt? Whoops! Did I say 'get hurt'? No, no, no!” his quick clownery is enough to drive the audience from the awkwardness that has yet to grow.
“What unfortunate! Maybe this is not the luck for you, honoured sir! I respect this beautiful lady's choice. That's fine, totally! Because I will now introduce you to the victim of my act... Drum, please!”
Nikolai skips away, swiftly grabbing the audience's attention to the main stage again. He moves away from your section, and you let out a relieved breath.
“Hey,”
You turn to Alex.
“What was that?”
You force a smile. “Well, this circus is for dangerous acts and not family-friendly. This is your first time and his tricks will freak you out,” you say and Alex shoots you a suspicious look.
“What do you mean by his tricks will freak me out?”
You nudge your head to the stage, telling him to look.
On the stage, a stuntman is laying on a table, with his arms open and strapped. Then, Nikolai approaches him, now without his cloak, cane and hat. He smiles, with a hint of sadism. His act begins with a little script.
“Now, little lamb! I shall make you pay for your crimes! Because you have touched what's not belong to you! Such a crime, deserve me a bloody mime!”
And then he raises his bloody axe.
— ♡
“What?”
“What 'what'? I said, we wanna take a photo with Gogol. Let's go together!” one of the girls, Julia, in your group says as she clings to her friend.
“Oh, me too! I thought you guys want to leave after. Kinda shy to ask for a photo with him...” another one says.
You scrunch your face, feeling that it would not be a good time for you to face Nikolai, especially after you declare that Alex is your boyfriend. Your friends did bombard you with questions, but you just explained that you were trying to save his ass from embarrassment, also denying your relationship with him.
But Alex did nothing to deny the 'rumour' and instead, he's blushing his dick off.
“Alright! Anyone else?” the staff asks the small crowd that's waiting to take pictures and signs from the performers. Julia immediately raises her hand.
“Us! We wanna take pictures with Gogol!” she says excitedly. As soon as Nikolai hears his name, he turns to the group, and his eyes immediately catch you.
Nikolai grins as he gestures to the staff to let your friend group in. You half-heartedly follow but you stay distant while waiting for them. Nikolai, despite seeing you, pretends fool, only greeting and talking to your excited friends.
“You're not going to take a picture?” one of your friends asks and you shrug your shoulder.
“Eh... I have a lot of other opportunities.”
I can take pictures of him creeping into my bedroom too.
You only watch Nikolai conversing with your friends, except for Alex — it seems like he is probably still tense by how he was treated during the show. Couldn't blame him, to be honest. In fact, you are more relieved that Alex doesn't attempt to talk to Nikolai because the latter would take the chance to taunt him.
Nikolai is always a friendly and flirtatious guy — at least he seems so. And at least he looks like he is one flirty guy now. He constantly teases the girls in your friend group, cracking jokes that make them laugh, only for him to praise how cute they sound.
Ugh.
I'm not jealous.
“Oh, you'd like a sign too? Okay! Do you have a special pen for me or..?” Nikolai is now interacting with another girl from your friend group. She was asking for his signature on her shirt — it seems that she has been going around to other tropes to ask for their signatures too. It's probably for her personal memoir.
“Gold marker, sweetheart? Ooh, this looks pretty! And glittery!” Nikolai exclaims as your friend gives him a gold marker. Nikolai takes it while she tries to find a spot on her shirt for him to sign. Coincidentally, the only empty spot left is on the torso part of the shirt.
“It's okay, sweetheart. You can raise it a bit, right? Yeah, like that. Whoops, lower it please, yes, yes, right there. Oh, no, no. I don't see your skin, sweetheart. It's in my blind spot, I promise. Alright, keep holding it, I'll sign it now.”
You could only watch — with a growing bitterness clouding your heart. You scoff lowly to yourself — his voice is just gentle and soft to other people, but he will be an absolute asshole when it is just the two of you, hidden in the dark.
You would not call yourself rebellious. Well, maybe to an extent. But there's something about his 'hypocrisy' that makes you want to jeer at him. You feel the urge to tease, but you don't know if it is a good decision or not.
The first time you challenged him in this very circus was when you shouted in front of everyone else that he should come and fetch you.
“Come and fetch me!” you shouted. You. Shouted. In front of other people. And Nikolai was clearly shocked to hear you before he laughed.
And surprise, he actually did. He did come to you. He did fetch you.
Almost fucks you in a maze too.
“Alright, anybody else?”
You hear Nikolai's voice and you look at him. Your friends shake their heads, saying gratitude to Nikolai and praising him for his performance. You purse your lips as you scoot to your friend who has the gold marker to borrow it.
It's okay. It's just a tease. As if you never tease him before.
“Can I have your sign?”
Nikolai — instead of shock, he looks at you with glimmering eyes, full of excitement. He smiles, and the slyness behind it is just too obvious for everybody else to see.
Alright, is it too late to abort mission?
You know it's too late when Nikolai already takes the marker, smirking.
“Sure, my love.”
Your eyes widen slightly when you hear the nickname — he calls almost every other girl in your friend group 'Sweetheart', but for you, he pulls out that special name, one of the names which he would call when he's inside your room, on your bed, hovering and touching you.
“Where do you want me to sign, my love?” he asks. You stare at him for a few seconds before you pull the neckline of your blouse, revealing half of your cleavage to him.
“On here.”
His smirk falters. He is visibly surprised as his eyes trail to your skin. You could see his fingers clench the marker as he swallows. His eyes darken as he starts to chuckle. His irises glance at you, as his chuckle seems to lower its octave. He takes a sigh, looking at you with interest.
“My, my. You're such a tease. You... You're a playful one, I see.”
You only stare at him before you give him a grin, secretly enjoying this — yes, you will admit, teasing Nikolai is very fun.
“Hey... I don't think that's appropriate...” a friend of yours whispers to you as he flashes a guilty look to Nikolai. Before he could apologise on your behalf, Nikolai already steps closer, holding you by your hip.
“Alright, let's see here.” he grins, shamelessly staring at your skin. You start to feel timid again, especially realizing how bad is this. And Nikolai certainly notices your growing uncertainty, and for someone like him, it is clear that he enjoys it.
“You're fucking brave, aren't ya?” he whispers when he leans a little forward as the marker finally makes contact with your skin. You shudder a bit, mostly because of the unnecessary closeness from him and the slight chill of the gold ink dripping onto your skin.
“Your boyfriend won't get mad? He's watching.”
“He's not—” you hiss back, slowly, just for him to hear.
“Then, what...” Nikolai presses the marker hard on your breast, and you could feel the ink starting to clot on that spot of your skin. Then he taps the marker harder on it again.
“.... was—” another hard tap,
“—that—” and another,
“—earlier?”
“Stop it. You're staining my tits,” you grumble and Nikolai huffs as he moves the marker, signing his name on your skin. He then giggles to himself before he brings the marker to the middle of your chest, making a long golden line on your skin.
“Nikolai—”
“I can write 'public whore' on you right now, you know?”
You glare at him, bulging your eyes as if to warn him not to and Nikolai tilts his head, smiling at you adoringly — so adoring that you could hear your girl friends chuckling at his face.
“Hey, you okay?”
You hear Alex's concerned voice. You look at Nikolai and he looks at you with a sly grin.
“Ah, it seems that this little dove has told me a piece of information! Hear ye, hear ye! Did I just confirm my assumption that you groupie haven't been here in this haunted fair before?” Nikolai asks, smiling broadly as he retracts the marker from your skin. Then he shamelessly pulls your neckline up before he lets his hand brush across your tits and then rests it on your shoulder, holding you still.
“Yes, we actually got free tickets,” Julia replies with a smile. “Well, to be exact, I was approached by a young guy and he gave me some tickets. So I just shared it with my friends here,” she says. Nikolai hums and smiles.
“Well, I'm glad our marketing team is doing well! But since most of you are pretty much first-timers here, why don't you enjoy one of our playhouses for free?”
You jump a bit at the suggestion. Your eyes frantically search for Nikolai's face and he is just avoiding your gaze, only looking at your friend group.
This is bad. Real fucking bad.
The last time you are offered a free ticket to a playhouse, you ended up getting more tangled into this inescapable relationship with a deranged stalker. Surely you thought Nikolai won't pull this stunt again just to play chase with you — he is always creative and seeks new things to do especially towards his newfound toy.
This just means either two things. Either he is uncreative and is too stupid to think of a new gimmick for his kinky shit,
Or he actually doesn't want to chase you.
“It's ok—”
“Wouldn't that be fun? I mean, it's too early to leave the fair! We have a lot of playhouses and I would love to see newcomers' reaction to our fair!” Nikolai cuts you off, purposely talking in higher volume to drown your attempt to refuse his offer.
“Wait, really? More free tickets?” Julia asks excitedly.
“Yes, sweetheart!” Nikolai claps. “You guys can all try one of our playhouses! Well, let's see... One.. two... three... yes, yes, that's more than enough. That settles it! I know a perfect playhouse for your group!”
“... Really? More free tickets? I mean, we already come here without paying, so, are we really going to get the same opportunity? Wouldn't the higher-ups of this fair get mad about free tickets being given just like that?” Alex finally voices his concern, looking at Nikolai suspiciously. The latter grins.
“Honey, I lead this circus, the very heart of this fair.”
— ♡
“Well, you can go home if you don't want to come with us.”
You sigh as you drink your water, unsatisfied. Most of them decide to go to the playhouse that Nikolai suggested. You are visibly expressing your concern but you don't want them to think that you think of your friends as massive cowards. And you don't want your friends to assume badly about you either.
“It's okay, I'm staying now...” you reply. There are only four of you now since the others are going to the toilet, taking a piss before getting into the real scary stuff.
You slip your hand into your pocket and take out a crumpled ticket that Nikolai gave before you all leave the circus. It is a VIP ticket to a playhouse — 18xx Antique House.
Throughout your visit here, you never try this playhouse yet. You know what the playhouse is about — it is an escape room with riddles and puzzles, essentially, but with several twists in it. Though usually in other places, a lone person can play an escape room by themselves, this playhouse, however, needs at least five people in one team.
Up until tonight, you never really have more than a friend accompanying you to the fair. So, it would also be your first time to try this playhouse. Besides, an escape room is always fun with more company.
As you make small talk with your friends, you notice someone has been eyeing you. You turn to him, frowning at his stare — blonde hair, a smoking pipe, fancy tinted glasses. And he certainly notices you reacting to him.
“Can I help?” you ask, voice concerned. The man looks at you with an unbothered expression, yet he is somewhat amused.
“If your blouse is beige coloured, you would look like Caroline,” he says before he takes a drag from his smoking pipe. You tilt your head in confusion. Who the fuck is Caroline?
But he seems to know your question, so he answers just before you could ask.
“Caroline is a new wax doll in my collection.”
Alright...?
“Thank... you...?” you reply, deciding to take it as a compliment. The man looks at you up and down and nods as if he is confirming something to himself.
“Hm, what a perfect girl. Minus that gold stain on your chest,” he murmurs to himself, not bothering to lower his tone, which makes you hear what he says. You scoff as you fix the neckline, trying to cover the golden signature on your skin.
The man smiles slightly at you before he leaves without a word. You only sigh to yourself — why do you attract so many weird people? First, a deranged fucking stalker who is fucking murderous. Second, an awkward dude whose fashion sense is similar to a local neighbourhood plumber. And then suddenly you grabbed the attention of a weird man who collects wax dolls in front of a path to the toilet.
“Hey, everyone's here already?”
Ahh, here's the plumber fashionista — You look up at Alex who suddenly speaks up. The group is now complete and they're all excited to visit the playhouse. Well, except for you because you have a personal mission to achieve.
To get Nikolai out of the fucking way from committing a crime for you.
— ♡
Unlike many of the playhouses, 18xx Antique House is like a big three stories shop. The whole colour scheme is mostly brown or something related to it, just adding to the 'vintage' vibe to it. There's a tent in front of the building, which has several people crowding it.
You thought Nikolai would close and kick other customers out to give the room for your group, but it seems that, unlike the mirror maze which was 'under construction', this playhouse is functioning just fine for the visitors to come and try.
“Are these people looking for information or lining up to play?” one of your friends asks. They are confused too, well, it is their first time here.
Julia then shakes your arm. “Can you go and ask the staff there?” she asks, almost urging you. You mentally sigh before you take the tickets from her hand and slip past the crowd.
After a couple of minutes of talking to the staff, you learn that the crowd is actually pondering over their decision to get in and play. Because the group before them had one person crying like crazy and whimpering about how scary it was inside the antique house.
A person cried after trying something would be concerning, but the staff looked absolutely proud when he told you so.
“So, what's the call?” you ask after explaining what had occurred for the past ten minutes. Since the group before yours has not bought tickets yet, your group is free to get in first.
“Let's go in then!” your friend says happily. The others also agree, excited to play first. You then give out the tickets, one for each person and lead them to the tent, bypassing the crowd.
Just like before, you are required to keep things inside the locker before going in. Another staff assist your group to enter the antique house. He leads all of you to the main entrance of the house. In front of the door, he stands straight with an eerie smile.
“This playhouse is an escape room type of game. You will enter the house by this door on the first floor, but you will have to exit from the main door on the third floor. No door can lead you outside other than these two doors — but, this first door can only be opened from the outside. So, no matter what, your way out is the door on the third floor. Also, unlike many other escape rooms, you guys are free to walk from the first floor to the third floor. Because the riddle on the second floor might be on the first floor. Maybe the clue for the first puzzle is on the third floor. Stuff like that.” he explains with a grin.
You could hear your friends grimacing at how hard the game would be. The early puzzle might require them to travel to the highest floor and scour the place like crazy just to find a piece of a clue.
“Maybe that's why they require more than five people to play this game.” your friend mumbles and you just have to agree. But all you can think of — why this house, Nikolai?
“That’s all I can tell you. The rest and the mystery of this house shall be found out when you're in the house.” the staff says before he opens the door for you. The door is leading to a complete void, it seems that the light is off.
“Have fun.”
You step inside first, followed by your friends. As soon as all of you are inside, the door is creaking close and a loud tap is heard, indicating that the door is locked and you guys cannot leave anymore.
“Uhm... Is it supposed to be this dark?” Julia asks.
“No. Lights are always their gimmick. We need to find the source to get some lights.” you say as you look around, trying to fix your vision so you could get used to the darkness.
“Alright, so it's like, a basic horror game?” Alex asks and you could hear his voice is much closer to you. You step aside and immediately gasp when you accidentally bump into a furniture.
“Yeah, yeah, like that!” you say. “God, please don't scare me like that.”
“Oh, sorry, dear,” he replies.
Suddenly, white lights are shone towards you two with a cheer from your friend. “Flashlights! I found three of them!” he says. You and Alex walk towards them, gathering with the others.
“Alright, so, what's the plan here? No turning back now other than escaping, right?” a friend asks. In her hands, there is an old poster, brownish and the edges are quite burned.
“So we found this in that fireplace. It is said here... erm... well, it seems that this paper just said stuff about the grand opening of this antique house. Based on this, it sounds like this house used to be a selling and trading place for second-hand items in the 1800s. Very vintage.” she comments.
“Then there's also this... burnt newspaper. It looks like there was a gruesome murder happened in here where the murderer is still not found.” another one adds to the discussion as they show a piece of article, ripped off from a newspaper. “The authority closed this place because the owner is not doing anything even after backlashes from the people.”
“Is that all?” Alex asks and they nod. “This place is big anyway, we need to divide ourselves into a few teams and then tour every floor at the same time,” he says.
“I agree. Well, the staff give us walkie-talkies after confiscating our phones. We can still communicate especially about which room and place we have checked.”
“Then we three will go together!”
“Alright then, I guess, we are going together too. Alex, come join us!”
You raise your eyebrow, seeing them already forming small groups among themselves. You shift awkwardly — sometimes you forgot that you aren't exactly close enough with them to be included in everything.
Right, the reason why I'm here is because they know I frequently visit this place... Nothing more.
“I'll come with you.”
Your wrist is grabbed and your eyes glance at Alex, who is smiling at you with a flashlight in hand. “We three will tour the second floor.” you look at his side, seeing another friend coming along. She is grinning at the two of you, almost teasing.
“I'm here to keep both of you from fucking in some room on the second floor.”
“What the fuck are you saying? We don't have anything!” you quickly retort her assumption, but she giggles, enjoying your reaction. You sigh loudly. “Listen, I know I've explained this moments ago but I just said that so he won't get dragged to do some weird tricks from the ringmaster, alright?” you say.
“Hm~ okay!” she grins before she skips towards Alex who is already walking to the stairs to get to the second floor. You huff and follow them from behind.
Surprisingly, the riddles on the second floor are moderately easy to solve. While communicating with other teams on the other floors, they are kinda frustrated because their clues are all over the place. Though you could safely say the riddles are easy, the storyline of this game is quite unclear still.
“Storage room 3? Yeah, we checked it. There's this file with a weird number combination.”
“1738... 2819...”
“None? Alright, maybe the number is not for th—”
As Alex and your friend are talking to each other through the walkie-talkie, suddenly,
“Guys!”
Your own walkie-talkie is being connected, with an urgent voice of one of your friends from the first floor. You frown, feeling a bit weird at how he's calling everyone and not just you, since you both should know that your walkie-talkies are connected with each other.
“Hey, you okay?” you ask through the walkie-talkie. Alex looks at you, as well as your other friend. You wait for your reply but there's no answer other than buzzes.
“Dude.” Alex gulps. “That’s not the voice of excitement when he finds something valuable,” he says.
“Clearly not.” your other friend says. “Come on, let's just move and leave this room. We already look—”
A bloody scream suddenly pierces the air. It sounds distant and faint. It sounds like a girl, by how pitchy it is.
You three freeze on your spot, looking at each other.
“Is there a hunter in this playhouse...?”
“W-Well... this is a horror-themed fair.”
You grit your teeth. A hunter in an escape room is completely plausible, especially when this playhouse is marketed as something unique and not cliche. But so far, everything has been cliche — just roaming and finding clues.
“Guys... the first floor is dark again... Didn't they manage to turn on the main power for the first floor before?” your friend asks after she bravely peeks outside the door.
“Maybe they purposely turn it off so they could hide,” Alex says and you shake your head as you take their hands.
“Sooner or later, someone will come up and hunt us too. I don't know what happen if we get caught, but well, it seems not good. Let's get out of this room because we are close to the staircase to the first floor.” you say. They both agree and after taking the clues you guys scattered on the table in the room, all three of you leave and walk at a fast pace to another room you haven't explored yet. You leave to the corridor, seeing doors leading to rooms.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
“Shit!” as you three are walking, your friend stumbles on her feet when the closed door to your right is suddenly knocked, although none of you is close enough to touch the door.
“Is there someone inside?”
“No, that's... a gimmick, for sure...” you mutter. “Seems like real shit is happening.” you're about to walk again but then Alex immediately pulls you and holds you close from behind, stopping your steps.
You look at him confused but your friend is also clinging to you. Then, you look forward, only to see a dark shadow on the wall at the end of the hallway.
“What the fuck is that?”
“I don't know, that seems bad, isn't it?”
The light at the end of the hallway flickers and the shadow disappears. Then, you could hear the shaky breath from your friends and the tension in Alex's hold on you seems to decrease.
“It's okay. Just remember they're just fun props,” you say, trying to console your friend who is a bit shaking. It is clear that she isn't used to this kind of play.
Suddenly there is a buzz from one of the walkie-talkies — Alex's. Alex holds up his device and an almost robotic voice comes to speak to him.
“Did you guys hear that?”
“Hear what?”
“Oh... Oh, you didn't hear that...?”
“What? What did you hear?”
“We hear someone getting choked. And then— What the... Who the fuck is that?”
Alex looks at both of you when the friend behind the walkie-talkie suddenly halts his words.
“Bro, I think you should run.”
He is whispering.
“There's someone in a mask — he's peeking down the stairs. I don't know what he's doing.”
You are on alert and you immediately grab your friends' arms, pulling them to walk away in haste from your spot.
“He has a... fucking bloody ass knife— what the fuck.”
“He's looking at me, shit shit shit”
“Fuck, he's chasing—”
— ♡
You pull your friends into a room — the room is full of old Victorian clothes and faceless mannequins. As soon as you three step into the room, all the mannequins' heads immediately turned towards you, as if they are on cue to look at their visitors.
“Aah—”
You and your friend gasp, almost scream when the mannequins are moving. But you quickly hold her, so she won't scream and draw attention from the one who's chasing. She looks at you and you shake your head, pursing your lips.
“C-Can we move?” Alex asks, feeling the piercing glare of those mannequins, despite them being completely faceless. He tries to walk further into the room, but the mannequins' heads are turning slowly according to his position.
“It's okay, it's okay. Remember what I said, this is all just props. They can't hurt us.” you say, pulling your friend closer to you before you also walk further inside, being watched and trailed closely by the mannequins.
“Okay, let's get back to our clues and stuff,” Alex says before he starts looking through the drawers. You — with a clingy girl by your side — are looking through the dresses on the rack.
“What the hell are we looking for?” she asks. You shrug your shoulders.
“I'm not entirely sure... But we need to be quick before the main power for the second floor—”
Your words are cut short when the lights suddenly flicker. Both Alex and your friends look at you in disbelief, as if you are the one causing it. You pout, but it only makes Alex smile at you.
“Yeah, so like I said, we need to be quick because once the power is off, we'll have to travel to the end of the floor and try to work the power again—”
Tap!
The room is now completely dark. Your friend immediately latches on you and Alex, pulling the three of you into a group hug. “Don't go far! I'm fucking scared,” she says.
“I know, but don't pull us so close together...” you murmur but you could feel Alex's grip on you is getting tighter too.
“What do you suggest we do? Aah! What's that noise? Did you hear that? Something is creaking...” she says as she scoots closer.
“Calm down, don't think much about it,” you say as you hold her. “Our flashlight is still functioning right?” you ask. “You never know what kind of device they gave us.”
“Yeah, I have it right here,” Alex says before he takes out the flashlight from his pocket and turns it on. He bravely shines the flashlight around the room before he abruptly turns it off and looks at both you and your friends.
“What's wrong?” you ask, swallowing nervously.
“The door is open.”
Alex lets out a shaky breath. “And I saw... uhm... a floating white face.”
You instinctively turn your head to the door, and just like Alex said, behind the gap between the door and the frame, there is a white mask. Such a familiar mask — a full-face mask, the eyes were completely black and crooked downwards — akin to a happy drama mask. The smile on the mask was wide, with sharp teeth and bloody-looking lips on display. A long line resembling a scar slid through the left eye.
“Shit.”
“Shit. Alex, run.”
Alex looks at you, confused, but before he could say anything, the door is pushed open wide, revealing a masked man, holding a bloody knife. He seems to have white hair, he is also wearing a black dress shirt with only a few buttons in the middle buttoned.
Shit, he's here again.
The air is tense. And your friend gasps. Alex steps back in fear when he finally gets a good look at the man. His lips tremble, his eyes are wide, and terror is clear in his face.
“Wait... I know you...”
And suddenly, the friend screams in surprise, when the man starts to stride into the room, already having his eyes on his target. He stomps inside with his knife up in the air, causing Alex and your friend to scatter from the group with panicked noises from their mouths. Alex slips out of the room while your friend tries to follow him. He looks at the door, trying to chase the one who has left.
“Fucking Alex, don't run with the fucking torch, bastard!” your friend is in panic, shoving a chair in his direction, only to pause him for barely a second. She throws a bunch of dresses at him and he stops, disturbed by the items being thrown at him. She gives him a hard push and then runs out, leaving you alone.
“My dove.”
You flinch at the gentle voice from beneath the mask. You look at him, knowing exactly that your beloved is staring at you.
“I'll come back for you later.”
Your face contorted in shock and confusion.
“What the hell do you mean by that, Nikolai?”
Without saying anything, Nikolai leaves the room in haste — he is chasing another person. He is not chasing you. He doesn't want to chase you for now.
Then, once again, a terrified scream pierces the air.
— ♡
As soon as you hear the scream, you immediately run out of the room, trying to find Nikolai — you need to get to him and stop him from actually hurting your friends. The way he swung his knife earlier is not a mere show-off either, although he's probably just holding back.
“Wait... I know him...”
Alex's words are ringing in your head — what the hell was that supposed to mean? Does Alex know him? Did he figure out just like that based on Nikolai's hair? Probably.
But truth be told, you aren't worried that Alex knows Nikolai and discovers he is the ringmaster who tried to warp him into a messy bloody trick in front of thousands of spectators. You are more worried that Alex might report Nikolai to the authorities.
Not because he will kill them.
Because I might not see him again.
You stop and shut your eyes. This is no time to feel sentimental over your stalker. Your friends — well, not really, just Alex actually — are in danger. You know Nikolai would just have his fun of chasing people and scaring them, it's literally his job, but he has no reason of taking the place of his scare actor just to fright visitors.
“Alright... Alright, me, here's a plan.” you talk to yourself now.
“Find Nikolai, pull him away, warn him and then negotiate with him. Alright..! Easy task, really.” you huff to yourself as you keep walking in the hallway, peeking inside the rooms which had their doors left open.
This time, you're chasing him.
— ♡
You could barely see far into the distance because of the dark. Some random noises from the rooms managed to spook you, but they only make you flinch before you continue your search.
“Holy shit, man! Run, run!”
You hear a rough voice from downstairs while you're approaching the staircase. You immediately run to the first floor, following the faint screams of your friends. At one corner, you could see white light moving up and down frantically as if the holder is in panic.
You follow the sight of it, and when you make a sharp turn, you could see Nikolai pushing a door open, scanning the room. He seems to not find who he wants, so he leaves.
“Bastard...” you hiss through your teeth as you chase over him. But while you're in the pathway to him, the door to your left immediately swing open from the inside and three people barge out in panic.
“Holy fuck!”
You shriek in surprise when they directly bump into you. They are also surprised to see you down on the first floor.
“What are you doing here?” Julia, who is one of the team members asks you.
“The hunter was around here, don't you see?” another one says.
“I know, damn it..!” you get on your feet and look at the end of the hallway, seeing Nikolai disappear into a room. You quickly run towards his direction. You could hear the others' confusion but for now, you will ignore them. What you're focused on now is to get to him.
You enter the room you swore you saw him entering. But the place is deserted, empty of people except for a few headless mannequins inside. You start to look around, opening the closet and looking under the bed.
“Nikolai,” you call for him, trying not to shout as the walls are thin enough for the people upstairs to hear.
But he is still not in the room. You grunt in frustration — did you see wrong? You are sure he gets to this room. And you did not see anyone leaving this room either.
“Nikolai, come out and fuck me already.” you try another tactic — embarrassing, but you have to try whatever now.
Still, there's no answer, not even a foreign movement. You sigh and roam the room once again before you decide to leave. As you roam around, you see a small frame covered in curtains. You push the curtain aside, seeing a flight of staircase leading to the upper floor.
So he escapes here. How does he fit in this tiny staircase? That man is a fucking giant.
But now you know he's back on the second floor, which only makes matters worse — you're tired. The main staircase is far from here anyway, so you climb up the stairs, getting to the second floor back. This time, you end up in a room full of music box collections.
As soon as you step into the room properly, a soft melody of Swan Lake chimes into the air. You swallow hard, a bit surprised at the sudden melody since you did not touch any music box yet.
You look around the room. The posters of 18th-century musicians are plastered on the wall. But their eyes are menacing. You thought the posters are just normal papers, but you notice how the eyes of those musicians follow you closely through every movement you make — for instance, they move to the right if you step right.
It's creepy. It gives you the feeling of being watched.
You look at the posters one last time, wondering what kind of mechanism the staff used to make those tricks work perfectly, alas, you leave the room, now returning to what you want to do.
You walk at a faster pace as your eyes are busy searching for Nikolai. Sometimes you could see a dark figure passes by, but when you chased him to the end, you would still find no one.
“Why the fuck is he so good at evading me?” you mumble when you check another room. At this point, you are willing to hold Alex hostage just to bait your stalker to come to you.
When your effort once again dimmed, you step out. However, from the corner of your eyes, you could see that familiar frantic white light — it's a sign that someone is running, and the only person who holds a flashlight in your group is Alex.
And just as you expected, Alex is running towards your direction and he looks extremely terrified. As soon as he sees you, he lets out a choked laugh and immediately he rushes towards you.
“Alex—”
He hugs you tightly, thanking God and the Heavens above that you are safe. You frown, feeling weird by his trembling body. You hug back, just to console him and you could feel the dampness on his back — he is fucking sweaty.
“Hey, what's wrong..?” you ask, unease by this whole demeanour. Alex parts his hug and he swipes his hair back, letting out a frustrated groan. And then, you see a slight tear on his sleeve — did he brawl or something...?
“What happened..?”
“Listen. Listen, okay. I was getting fucking chased like crazy. This fucking hunter really wants to kill me..! I know it sounds weird but he is out for blood! Fucking out for my blood! He's not just a mere scare actor, dude. He's fucking crazy! I've been running around to the first and third floor to tell others but they all don't believe me when I say he's not just scaring us — until he suddenly appears out of fucking— I don't know! Some fucking vent or someshit and then he starts chasing me! Me, especially! This man wants to fucking kill me—”
You hold his shoulders, shaking him a bit to stop him from his ramble. Your face is ashen. You look at him with quivering lips, hypotheses and theories flooding your head.
“Calm down. What do you mean by he wants to kill you?”
I know exactly why, but... what do you know?
Alex looks at you. He purses his lips and holds his head in frustration.
“The day... The day I gave you flowers, do you remember?”
You nod.
“That night, a man with that same mask appeared at my house.”
— ♡
Your arms fall to your side in disbelief. Your eyes are wide. Your throat is dry oh so suddenly. Your breathing is getting heavier.
“What?”
“Please. Please believe me. I know that's the same man. He has the same hairstyle and the same mask and the same clothes. But less sexy. Anyway, he appears at my window and he's staring at me for long. It's ridiculous! Yes, I know it sounds ridiculous because, why am I getting stalked? I did nothing bad. But it's weird. I called the police but when they arrived, the man is nowhere to be found. Then... Then, I found one of my kitchen knives all bloody... I don't fucking cook animals that day. I know it should be clean but it's bloody and I think... I think...”
Alex suddenly goes terrified again. His eyes are shaking as he freezes in his spot. You look at him confused, but your confusion is not for long when you know exactly why he would react in such ways.
“Hello, there.”
You turn your head to your side, finally seeing Nikolai — who is still masked — standing ten feet away from you too. He seems to just walk out of a nearby room, and coincidentally, much to his luck, he finds you two.
“Run, Alex.”
“But...”
You push Alex to run away when Nikolai is stepping closer, slowly, as if to taunt and take his time enjoying the panic you two share with each other.
“Alex, fucking run!”
“Y-You b-believe me...?”
You nod firmly.
Of course I believe you. I have gone through the same thing.
“Run, run, run! I will throw my knife!” Nikolai mocks, twirling his knife happily as he strides towards you.
You immediately shift your body to cover Alex as you push him to leave. “Go, go! Fucking go and give all the riddles to others so we can get the fuck out. Just go, alright?” you say and Alex has no choice but to quickly run away, although he looks guilty to leave you alone.
“Damn. He really challenges me—”
Nikolai's own monologue is cut off when you lunge yourself onto him, wrapping both your arms around his torso. His face turns quickly towards you and although you could not see his face, you know he's quite speechless.
“My dove, let me go,” he orders, voice deep and demanding. You glare back at him, using all your strength to drag him to a room that is behind you. Nikolai groans as he hardens his footing, making it harder for you to drag him.
“I said, let me go, dove.”
“You will hurt me if you're being this stubborn, Nikolai,” you say and Nikolai seems to be less tense when he hears that. Of course he doesn't want to hurt you — you know he won't. Taking the chance, you drag him to the room and when both of you are inside, you close the door and lock it.
The room is like a dollhouse — every corner and wall is filled with old-looking dolls in many variations — rag dolls, cotton dolls, teddies, plastic dolls. They're everywhere and they look creepy, especially when most of them are quite dirty or torn or cracked. It feels haunted, even if you know it's not.
Nikolai turns to you. He calls your name but you look at him with clear anger in your face. You sigh and palm your face for a moment, to take a breather from all of this.
He calls you again.
“What the fuck are you thinking?” you ask, gripping his shirt before your feet step forward, making him stumble backwards and fall onto a single couch in the room.
“Ow!” Nikolai groans — on the couch, there's actually a plastic doll and he accidentally sits on it when you practically push him there. He shifts, trying to move away but you quickly pin him by his shoulder into the couch and sit on his lap.
“What the fuck are you thinking, huh?” you ask as you take off his mask, letting that piece of plastic falls to the floor. His face is now bare to you, beautiful double-coloured eyes staring straight at you. His forehead is a bit sweaty and your caring heart could not hold itself back, you wipe the sweat off, taking your time caressing his face — despite you should be angry with him now.
“I'm thinking of teaching a lesson, dove,” he replies, giving you a smirk.
“A lesson is not chasing people and intending to kill him in your own fair, Nikolai..!” you grunt but Nikolai is just looking at you with his smug face as if he is proud of it. His arms slither around your waist, pulling you closer.
“You stalked him! You went to his house and he recognized you! What if the police are involved again but this time, they know exactly who you are? The last time I called the police, you were safe because they don't know who the fuck are you! But if Alex knows the chaser who is out for his blood is the same ringmaster who's trying to mutilate him in front of thousands of people, what will happen? You'll get a warrant and—”
“Shush, my love.” Nikolai puts his index finger on your lips. “I know the consequences, alright? I'm not a fool. I know what I'm doing. Now, could you please kindly get off me?” he asks as he shamelessly caresses your thighs.
“No. Fuck no, bastard. You and I will...”
You get even closer and bounce your ass directly on his crotch, making him visibly surprised at your bold move.
“... stay here.”
Nikolai swallows hard as he smiles at you. Though you did kind of expect it, you still feel embarrassed when you could feel him getting hard beneath you — of course he will. The moment you hug him to drag him into this room, he's already losing his mind.
“Stay here? Well, you might catch yourself a big big trouble, naughty girl,” he replies. His finger traces the neckline of your blouse as he tugs it down, slowly revealing your marked cleavage.
“It's fine. I already think of my excuses to give. Some of them already see me chasing over the hunter.” you reply, only letting him touch you however he wants — he will demand it anyway.
And I will keep giving.
Nikolai blinks and chuckles. He shakes his head as he holds you tighter. He thrusts up, fixing his seating to feel a bit more comfortable. But that gesture only makes you feel sensitive as his freaking boner is brushing against you.
“The doll behind me is aching me... but no. No, love, I did not mean you'll get in trouble with them,” he says before he grins, full of tricks. “I mean, if you stay here, you'll get in trouble with me.”
He leans forward as he brings your head closer too. His lips give your neck a soft peck before he whispers right by your ear.
“You can feel it, right?”
He tightens his arm around your waist, purposely thrusting up again and whimpering softly right by your ear. You yelp, gripping his shoulders harder.
“Do you know that cameras are everywhere in this playhouse? What would my staffs say if they see you sitting on me like this, making yourself look tough as if you're not clenching your panties?” he mocks. His hand brushes your breast before it drops to his lap.
“The moment you enter this playhouse, you're already ordering shits to your workers, were you not? You don't want them to see how their big boss is hunting an innocent player with the intention to kill.”
“Pfft! I never say I want to kill him! I just want to teach a lesson.” he says before he rests his face on your breasts, inhaling your scent. “Besides, he deserves it anyway.”
“Just because he kissed me?”
“Just because he kissed you.”
Nikolai glances at you before he huffs. He kisses the mount of your tits before he retreats. “Listen, love. I'll fuck you later but not now, 'right? I am still pissed off if I were to be honest.” he says before he gently pushes you off his lap. You try to tense yourself, being stubborn — but with a yank on the back of your blouse, you're pushed away, forcefully having to stand at the side.
Nikolai gets up from the couch, groaning at the way his back was being pressed against the plastic doll. Displeased, he slaps the doll once. “Fucking hurts, damn it,” he grunts.
When Nikolai stands up, you immediately hug him again. “Don't fucking leave.” you snarl, glaring at him. You need more time so your friends can gather and leave this playhouse — especially Alex.
“Let fucking go of me,” Nikolai grumbles as he tries to push you, albeit not rough since he doesn't want to accidentally hurt you. You look at him and you grip his hair, pulling him close to your face.
Your lips slam against his, kissing him passionately. Nikolai is quick to melt at the touch of your lips. He moans softly, smiling against the kiss. Your body leans deeper into him, with your feet stepping forward. Hands on his chest now, you lead him to move according to your pace.
Bam!
“Agh...” Nikolai groans again in pain, cursing under his breath when he's pushed against a shelf of dolls. The dolls are not the ones hurting him, the wooden shelf is.
He looks at you with a somewhat nervous grin. You cling your arms around his neck, once again pulling him into a deep kiss. His hands instinctively reach to your back, one on your spine, one on your ass, fondling what he can feel.
You moan into his mouth, tongues still exploring each other. Your hips grind forward, brushing his boner that's beneath his jeans. Your hands caress his hair and face before they trail to his toned chest — you could feel his skin, as he doesn't bother buttoning some of the top buttons. One of your hands slips into his shirt as the other unbuttons the rest.
“Fuck...” he moans between the kiss, especially when he could feel your hands roaming his body, slowly down to his waist to undo his jeans.
Nikolai breaks the kiss, wanting to take off his jeans already but you catch him back. You seize his jaw, shoving his head back to the shelf. He only hisses lowly, as there's a cotton doll cushioning the impact.
“Keep kissing me.”
He looks at you and smiles. He kisses you once, “As you wish, my love.” he says before he kisses you again, letting you undo his jeans and slip your hand inside to feel his clothed cock.
“O-Oh, fuck...” he has to break the kiss as he feels your hand palming him. He throws his head back and with just your height, you could only kiss his collarbone, sucking his skin to create dark marks. Nikolai moans again, his hands roaming your body as he is enjoying the touch on his cock.
Your kisses on his body move from his neck to his chest and down to his stomach, kissing the faint happy trail leading to his cock. You kneel in front of him, your hand wrapping itself around his hard girth as you pull the rest of his jeans away.
“Stay here and fuck me,” you say as your hand strokes him, eyes glimmering in submission to appeal to him. Nikolai bites his lips, smiling to himself as he pats your head. He moves his hips a bit to nudge his cock on your lips. Obediently, you stick your tongue out as he slides his cock into your wet cavern.
“Yes, my love,” he replies in a breathy voice, but his smile is not as lewd — he is smiling victoriously as if he has won a secret battle by himself.
With his cock sliding in and out of your mouth, sometimes nudging the back of your throat, making you teary and triggering your gag reflex — you think for a second,
Did he expect this all?
“Dim your thoughts, pretty girl. Suck me nicely,” he orders, gently moving your head back and forth. Sometimes he holds your head for more seconds when you're taking him deep — but he's fucking thick, it makes you gag.
“Mmh...!” you grip his thighs, tapping them when he thrusts his cock into your throat, trying to reach deeper and deeper. He is clearly enjoying the moan you make, as he shamelessly groans when he could feel your mouth tightens around his girth.
“Fuck, baby... Fuck, you're so fucking good..” he sighs, voice slightly pitchy when his cock twitches in your throat, begging to cum — but he holds it in. He thrusts again, wanting to feel more of you.
He stops dragging your head, instead, you start to bob your head, as fast as you could. You also fist his cock, using your hand to reach what you can't. Nikolai only moans, staring at the sight of you — eyes teary and lips curled nicely.
Grinning, he then reaches to your face, stroking your with his knuckles before suddenly, pinching your nose together, cutting the only source of breathing for you.
“Mmh..! Hrk...!” your noise is just music to him. His other hand pushes your head closer to take more of his cock into your throat. Little by little, you feel burned — your body shakes when your throat is fighting against the reflex and your chest feels tight with the nonexistent airflow.
Your body is tense, your eyes are crossed and that's when Nikolai finally lets you go, and you immediately retract yourself from his cock, coughing and whimpering between his legs.
“Ahaha! My, your silly face is just so adorable, my dove.” he laughs, tapping your face a few times before he grabs your arm, pulling you to stand up. You whine as he looks at you with a menacing smile. He pushes you gently to the dressing table just across the shelf of dolls.
“Hold tight, baby,” he says and you hold the edge of the table tightly as he kneels in front of you now, pulling your skirt down, along with your panties. He is beaming at the sight of your glistening pussy, already wet from his touches earlier on. He kisses your inner thighs, nibbling on your soft flesh before he slowly trails his lips to your pussy.
A choked moan leaves your throat when you feel his warm tongue licking your clit. Your legs quiver but he grips them tightly as he buries his mouth deeper into your cunt, kissing and sucking and nibbling and lapping your wet folds.
“Kolya..! O-Oh, f-fuck... Ah!” you wince when he suddenly grips your ass, burying his nails deep into your skin. His hand engulfs your ass perfectly. With hooded eyes, you look down at him.
“Stay quiet. Walls are thin,” he says, almost like a demand by his voice. You nod and he smiles at you, kissing your clit in gratitude. “Good girl.”
He returns to lap his tongue on your cunt, probing it as his hands fondle your ass cheeks. He's pulling you down as if he wants to suffocate himself between your thighs. His tongue circles your entrance before it slides up to your sensitive clit, nibbling it.
You suck a sharp breath as you grip his hair, trying your best to keep yourself from moaning out loud. He keeps nibbling your clit, licking it and sometimes purposely biting it so you would feel a sharp pain — but still, you could do nothing other than pull his hair.
“D-Don't b-bite— Aah...!” you cover your mouth quickly, seeing his teasing eyes staring at you while he's nibbling your clit. Your eyes are still teary, and you look so pathetic — just the way he loves it. As his tongue swipes the between your folds again, you nudge his head away, parting his mouth away from your wet cunt.
Your breathing is heavy as your body trembles. Nikolai gets up, standing between your legs and places his hands at each of your sides, caging you. He leans forward, kissing your neck as you are trying to calm down. Your legs close around him as your breathing is slowly getting calmer.
His cock is directly on your pussy, grinding between your folds, nudging your clit. You are moaning softly, holding his shoulders tightly as your hips instinctively thrust up to take him in.
“Calm down, dove.” he chuckles before he pulls you close, kissing your lips shortly. Then, Nikolai turns you around, roughly handling you as if you're just like one of the rag dolls in this room. He bends you over a bit, making sure you could see your face through the reflection from the mirror in front of you.
He leans forward, putting his weight on your back. “Feels nostalgic, hm?” he kisses your nape, and you could only see his reflection. He is rowing his hips, positioning his cock right between your folds. Your lips part, and little whines leave your throat.
You could feel his precum leaking from his tip, wetting your folds more, along with your arousal. Your thighs tremble as you move your hips back, desperate for him — your tiny hole is basically clenching nothing, needy for his cock.
“Please...” you plead, turning your head to him. “I wan' it,” you mumble shyly as you grind your ass against his hard cock. Nikolai's eyes are amused, watching you grinding like that on him.
“You really love me, don't you?” he chuckles to himself before he slowly thrusts in, his cock penetrating your pussy inch by inch, making you moan brokenly — choked by the feeling of being filled full. His cock is girthy enough to touch every spot on your inner walls, clenching him tightly. Nikolai moans in response as he starts thrusting, gripping your hips harder.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck— Gosh, you feel so fucking good, love,” he sighs, and you could only moan in reply. His thrusts are fast and deep, touching the spots where you could not reach with your own fingers and his bulbous knife handle.
One of his large hands presses your tummy, feeling the slight bulge forming whenever he thrusts as deep as he can — you are seeing stars as your cunt contracts around his dick tightly.
“N-Nikolai...” you moan out his name, eyes teary as his hand falls from your tummy to your clit, rubbing the bud. “Fuck!” you yelp loudly as your body jerks at the sudden stimulation. But your mouth is immediately covered by him with his unattended hand.
“Fucking shut up,” he growls right by your ear — for once, his accent is clear as if he's losing himself before this. He bites your shoulder as his hand that's on your mouth brings your face to look straight at the mirror.
“Watch, little dove,” he says with a small cackle. His thrusts are decreasing in pace but he hits so damn hard. Slapping noises between skins and your pants behind his hand fill the room.
Your eyes are fixated on the mirror, seeing his reflection — Nikolai is still smirking as he's thrusting and your eyes are brimming with tears, overwhelmed with everything. Then, you notice something weird.
Behind Nikolai is the shelf of dolls. All of those dolls are looking straight at you, with their mouths crooked downwards creepily.
The dolls are smiling at you.
Your eyes widen, chills creeping up your spine. You almost forget that this room is in a haunted playhouse.
“Mmh...” your muffled moan grabs Nikolai's attention. He knows what's happening, but he remains fool as he only keeps fucking you while peppering kisses on your shoulders and neck.
“I know, baby... But you're tightening around me so hard. Does fear excite you?”
You shake your head as your eyes are frantic on the reflections. Some dolls are no longer smiling, rather they're looking upset at you. Magically they're frowning — and you wish you could turn around to see what the fuck is on the shelf.
In your hazy mind, you want to form a thought — but how could you? How could you do so when he's touching your sensitive clit so nicely, fucking you so deeply and kissing you ever so gently?
Maybe... Aah— Gosh— M-Maybe t-this mirror— Fuck, ooh, God...! T-This is just a... A-ah~ screen...
Nikolai suddenly holds your hips tight and thrusts in, staying deeply into you. You shriek, feeling him reaching much deeper — your eyes are fluttering, threatening to close because of the twitching that you could feel in your cunt. And seconds later, you could feel something spurt in you — he's cumming.
“N-Niko—” Crash! “Fucking God!”
In a quick second, a creepy image of a woman with red-shot eyes and a wide ripped mouth appears in the suddenly cracked mirror, letting out a loud bloody scream.
You jump so hard, accidentally making Nikolai's cock slip out of your cunt. You whimper and your legs are too weak to stand still. Nikolai immediately wraps his arms around you, holding you so you won't fall to the floor. The bloody scream is going for another three seconds as goosebumps, chills, and fear, all creep into you at once.
You are panting and your heart is beating so fast as your pussy clenches hard — that's when you feel warm liquid drips out of your hole, making you whine softly.
“F-Fuck you... Why the fuck...” you whimper weakly, seeing the mirror has returned to its original state — not cracked, no creepy woman and it's definitely a screen.
Nikolai laughs before he pushes you onto the carpet that has many dolls around it — it seems that this spot is a playing area. You whine when you're laying on the floor, legs spread and sweaty all over. You look up to him who is stroking himself as he watches you with a smug face.
“You know, I only have my shirt draped on me now. But you still have this damn blouse on.” he reaches for the knife that he used to chase people around. Then he hovers over you, caging you between his legs. He takes your waist, raising it before he abruptly thrusts his cock into your sloppy cunt again.
“Aah!” you whine, body arches at the sudden insertion. Arousal courses in again as he starts thrusting. Your body shudders as you hold his arms, pussy clenching against his girth. It is slippery and sloppy, as his cum has lubed your insides nicely before.
Nikolai groans in pleasure as he slaps your face to the side — not hard but enough to make you whine. He presses his hand on your head, forcing you to look sideways. Trying your best to keep your eyes open, you finally see that there's a doll head staring straight at you — a baby doll, a creepy baby.
You gasp, feeling extremely creeped but then you realized many of the dolls on the carpet are decapitated baby doll heads. They're blinking occasionally, sometimes you could hear baby noises from them.
You whine, trying to close your eyes. You feel like you are being watched.
“Look at them babies, my dear.” Nikolai mocks. His thrusts pause but his cock is still buried deep. His thumb nudges your eyelid, forcing it open so you will always see the baby dolls. You whimper, breath hitching.
“Such cute dolls, aren't they? Based on the lore of this playhouse, these dolls all have pieces of human remains on them. My my, I would really love to have a doll of you in my house someday too.” he says, laughing at your struggle to not maintain eye contact with tens of baby doll heads.
“I heard we can make real humans as dolls by coating them with wax. Maybe I should try it with you first.” he chuckles as his knife trails on your body — the sharp blade rips the blouse, making cuts and tears. You whine, feeling your skin is exposed more to him. He continues to cut your blouse, making a big rip on the torso area, just to give him room to dance the point of his knife on your skin.
“Then I can carve my name on your waxed skin. Then you will be mine forever,” he mumbles as his knife grazes the fold of your pussy. Your breath hitches and you freeze when you feel the back of the knife parting your folds, revealing your clit.
“Hrk—!” you even stop your breathing when you feel the sharp tip of the knife grazes very lightly on your clit. One wrong move — you're fucking cut and bleeding. Your thighs are tense.
“Haha! You're fucking scared and you're squeezing so hard! You love the fright, oh my!” Nikolai cackles as he gives a hard thrust once and as your body jolts but you immediately freeze when you feel the threat of the sharpness from the knife against your pussy, especially your clit.
Nikolai repeats it, keeping the knife close enough to scare, but not enough to actually cut. And each time, you are squeezing his cock harder and harder, and each time, pleasure courses straight to your brain.
You're basically humping him, with him controlling your tempo with his knife against your clit. You're unable to see what's down there as you're staring at the creepy baby dolls while getting fucked.
“K-Kolya...” you whimper when he's thrusting you slowly with his knife sliding on your labia. He hums back in response as he smiles at your proudly, feeling you're squeezing him even tighter.
“K-Kolya, I'm— Please, I'm...”
“You wanna cum?” he asks softly and you nod frantically. He snickers before he pulls away his knife. He then leans forward, finally releasing your face from looking sideways. You look straight at him, panting and moaning his name.
“F-Fuck me... Hard...”
“As you wish, my love.”
Nikolai wastes no time, immediately thrusting into you, hard and fast. He brings his knife to your neck, close enough to draw blood if you ever slightly twist your head wrongly. And you could feel that, you could see that, amidst the hazy lust clouding your mind and vision.
“Haa! Ahh~!” you are moaning, not even caring if anyone hears. You want your release, and it's so close — so close that you hold his wrist to bring the knife closer to you, edging yourself between getting hurt and orgasming.
Nikolai groans, cursing more under his breath as he kisses you deeply. His hips row deeply into you, igniting your inside to feel the heaven above. Your body arches as you hug him close to seal the kiss.
Squeezing hard, your thighs are tense, your grip on his is tight — you cum so hard, and Nikolai whimpers against the kiss as he thrusts slowly. His pelvis is wet with your mess, mixed with his. You are breathing heavily, trying to calm down but every movement he makes on you just makes you jolt in pleasure, a bit of discomfort. You are so sensitive at this moment.
“S-Stop... Fuck...” you breathe, placing your hand on his stomach, feeling his subtle muscles. Nikolai slows down his pace before he gradually comes to a stop. He lets you calm down as he stares at you, still hovering over you like a predator watching its prey writhing for mercy.
“S-Stop, please— C-can't fuckin'.... O-Oh, fuck— please don't m-move...!” you keep babbling him to stop but your hips are the one that is jerking to take his cock. Nikolai only watches silently, letting you shamefully thrust up against his dick as your lips ramble about how he should stop fucking you.
Nikolai leans deeper, making you whine as you fuck yourself on his cock, with him staying completely still. “S-Stop... Please..! T-Too much..!” you whine, shaking your head left and right but not for long when he kisses you, subduing your moans and sobs. You two stay in that position for a few minutes, as he links your fingers with his own, kissing to console you.
“You're so stupid, dove.” he chuckles before he finally raises himself a bit, pulling his cock out. His dick is coated in a sticky white substance. He taps his dick a couple of times on your cunt before he grabs his pants, taking out some tissues.
You watch him through your teary half-lidded eyes, still breathing hard from your high. You are sniffling, sobbing a little. You wipe your tears with your palm before you clench your fists, realizing that he does expect this.
“Bastard...” you murmur, sniffling as he wipes your pussy, cleaning you enough before he slips your panties back. You want to protest but being taken care of like this feels very nice. “You planned this...” you accuse him as you watch him wearing his pants back and buttoning his shirt.
“No. I don't. I just expect that you'll go to such lengths to keep me at bay. And well... You're coming to the fair anyway, how could I not want to fuck you in my own workplace?” he grins as he finishes dressing up. He takes your skirt and gives it to you.
“I hate you so much,” you mumble, biting your lips as you feel... used.
“Just so you know, I made you cum the hardest.”
“Shut up! I hate you!”
He smiles, affectionately. “Love you too, baby.”
You are huffing, trying to wear your skirt but you feel sore at the apex of your thighs. You whimper lowly to yourself as you glare at Nikolai who is just watching with amusement.
“Stop looking at me like that, creep,” you grunt. Nikolai chuckles.
“Alright.” he beams. “My love, I know you want to leave, but please wait here for a second,” he says. You look at him and immediately grab his leg. You shake your head.
Nikolai smiles again, but this time it's just sweet and caring — and it makes you so fucking suspicious. “I promise you, I won't chase him. For now.”
You find it hard to believe him.
“Love, please, trust me for this. I won't chase him. I simply want to take one thing from the staff room.” he says as he crouches, gently removing your hand from his leg. “Wait here.”
And then he leaves the room.
— ♡
You are alone in this room, full of creepy dolls. You are scared, to be honest. You want to run away, leave this room and never look back, because although all the dolls are just sitting normally in their place, you feel like you are being watched, with malicious intent.
You want to leave.
But Nikolai says to wait for him.
You don't like to be watched like this.
But you love it when he watches you.
Sometimes you could hear baby noises, sometimes children laughing, sometimes a girl's innocent laugh. Or maybe they are just a delusion. Maybe your brain is trying to keep you entertained from being alone. The music box from a nearby shelf abruptly pings before it plays a broken melody of Melancholia.
You curl yourself, hugging your knees as your eyes are frantic around the room. You are alone. Yet everyone is watching you.
And suddenly, the door opens and the man you've been waiting for more than five minutes has returned with a black jacket in his hand. He is also wearing a black coat himself. He looks just like when you first approach him at your window.
Nikolai smiles at you and he seems pleased that you're still where you are. “Good girl you are.” he grins before he crouches right next to you. He helps you wear the jacket over your torn blouse, zipping it up so it would cover your body.
“Come, I'll lead you out. All your friends have escaped,” he says before he takes your hand, helping you to stand. You groan a bit when you finally get up. Nikolai gives you a soft smile before he leads you out.
The walk is just silent. Your steps are slow and awkward, and he tries his best to match your pace, despite him being a much taller person who can make big strides on his own. But you could see Nikolai is content enough with the silent walk. The blush on his face and the possessive grip on your hand is enough proof that he enjoys this boring walk.
“Stop smiling,” you mumble, pouting. Nikolai laughs.
“I like holding your hand.”
“You like to hold every fucking thing, even my tits.”
“Yes, that's completely true.”
On the third floor, he walks you until you both arrive at a corridor that directly leads to the exit door. The door is just at the other end of the corridor and you can see it's slightly open already.
“Just walk ahead and you should be fine,” he says before he lets go of your hand. “Go, go. Your friends are waiting. Send my best regards to Alex.” he smirks at the end of his words. You huff.
“Right, no way.” you sigh. Nikolai only smiles, still sly and tricky. He jerks his head to the exit, gesturing you to get out. You press your lips together before you take a few steps back, and finally, you turn around.
You walk to the exit door, through the dark corridor. Almost reaching the end, you turn your head around one last time to look at your beloved.
He is already gone.
— ♡
“Holy shit! You're fucking safe!”
“We are about to call the police!”
Your friends bombard you with questions. Clear worry is washing their face. Some staffs are also there and you feel timid and small again — seems like you caused a ruckus but all you did was fucking your stalker. Julia gives you your belongings, seems like they have retrieved their items from the lockers in the meantime.
“God, I'm glad you're safe.” suddenly Alex pulls you into a hug, making you as surprised as ever. You gently nudge him to break the contact, but he keeps close to you. Then, he looks at you with worry. He leans closer to your ear.
“Are you okay? Whose this jacket belongs to?” he asks and you swallow hard, finding it difficult to answer truthfully.
“I... I am okay.” you decide not to say anything about the jacket. It reeks of Nikolai's cologne and it is comforting, especially when you're the centre of attention right now.
“P-Please... Please say the truth. Don't hide anything from me. Are you truly okay?” Alex's voice is now full of concern. He still controls his volume so the conversation is just between you two.
“I am... W-What's wrong?” you ask, worried that Nikolai did something while he was gone retrieving his jacket earlier. Alex frowns and then takes a deep breath.
“I... I think I heard something I shouldn't hear when I was looking for you...”
Oh, no.
“D-Did the... Did the man rape you?”
“No!”
Your eyes are wide as you shake your head fast. “No, no. That's... That's—”
That is what? What is that? The man who appeared at your house also appeared at mine and he had been stalking for a year and he haunted me and he chased me and he fucked me — my body, mind, morals, everything — I don't know what's wrong and what's good anymore and he forced me to tangle myself in this relationship and I can't get out I can't leave I can't escape he's caging me he's holding me he's chaining me — but he doesn't assault me he treats me nicely he craves me — and he loves me so much he loves me and I think I'm starting to love him too but it's wrong it's wrong it's wrong this love is so fucking wrong
“H-Hey, calm down.” Alex holds your shoulder and you realize your other friends are looking at you two with confusion. You look at Alex — expectant. He seems to understand enough as he shakes his head. “I don't say anything to them, yet... But we can talk about this. Please, just tell me what happened.”
Your lips are shaking. You can't tell anyone — it's too dangerous. Even now, you could feel the threat of his knife everywhere around this fair. He's watching, from the dark as always.
“I don't get assaulted. It's... It's mutual... It's... fuck...” this is fucking embarrassing and you can see Alex's shock. If he calls you a slut now, you would not mind at all because perhaps it is true.
“It's complicated. But I assure you....” you take a deep breath. “He's not assaulting me...”
“Do you actually know him?”
You freeze at the question. You wager your choice and slowly, you nod. Alex gasps and lets go of your shoulders. His face turns pale — he must have realized what actually happened.
“S-So, he's your... lover...?”
No no no no no he's not he's not but he loves me and I love him but we are not lovers
You find it hard to reply. Part of you wants to nod. Another half wants to deny it. But it's clear that there's a narrative already formed in Alex's mind now by the way he is looking at you.
“So your boyfriend... he's the one... he tried to k-kill me...?”
Overwhelmed.
That's all you could feel right now. You are overwhelmed with everything. You cannot pinpoint the exact feelings you're rushed over with. Everything is jumbled together.
“I'm sorry— I need to go. I'll go home first.”
You want to escape. You immediately turn around and leave the group in haste — I need to get away I need to escape I need I need I need to breathe.
You could hear Alex shouts your name but you ignore him. You keep walking until you're one with the crowd. The time is getting late and the haunted fair is getting busier — three in the morning is the paranormal hour after all, though it is still 2 AM.
Your breathing is heavy. You feel ashamed and humiliated. You feel lonely and upset. You feel confused and dizzy. You are just alone among the people who are merry, excited to fear themselves.
For a moment, you feel disgusted and used. Why not — you were fucked stupid and then had to deal with shame by yourself while your stalker gets away from the scene very quickly.
You want to cry now. You want a hug. And you want someone to chase over you in a desperate effort to console you.
So you turn around once — expecting one of your friends, maybe Alex, to come and chase you out of concern. Anyone, just anyone, — please come to me...
But your eyes could only catch the sight of him in the crowd. He's looking straight at you. His smile is just as usual — playful and mischievous. But his eyes are solemn, drooping a bit. He... does not look excited, much different from the first moment he chases you like this nights ago.
“Kolya...”
— ♡
You're out of the fair, still alone. You look around, cars are parked all over and people are coming into the fair. You awkwardly shift to the side but not long before a hand reaches out to you, gripping your wrist.
You turn your head, seeing Nikolai standing right behind you now. He stares at you and you return his stare. Then, silently, he hugs you by your waist, bringing you to the parking lot. He leads you to a car.
It's his car, certainly. He unlocks the car, inviting you in by opening the door for you. You look at him, and he just smiles. “Get in, princess,” he says and you get in without any words. He closes the door and gets to the driver's side.
The journey between your house and the fair usually takes about thirty minutes, but since it's already two in the morning, there aren't many cars on the street. Silent during the drive, you're just stealing glances at him.
“... Didn't you say you need to be the last person to leave the fair?” you ask, voice small.
“I'll return to the fair after I take care of you. When you're finally asleep soundly, that is,” he says. It seems weird to see Nikolai being such a normal quiet person right now. Usually, he's fucking annoying, all over the place, chaotic and bizarre. The peace he offers right now is charming, in its own way.
“I can take care of myself.”
“I want to take care of you.”
“Why?”
“Because I love you. I love you so much that I am willing to succumb to my own emotions just to make sure you're okay. I love you so much that I put aside my ideal, as long as you're no longer upset.”
You look at him, on the verge of crying.
“Y-You ruined my life... You ruined everything...”
“I am ruining you. And I will keep doing it. Because then you will fly back to me, my little dove.”
You shake your head, unable to completely fathom what's he implying. You are just overwhelmed with emotions. You are constantly worried about what will you have to tell your friends at work later. You are afraid of your own conscience and morals. You are in love with a murderer who killed innocent people.
“I wish I can be free of this thought... This... this fucking brain of mine. I just... want to lose myself at this moment and not have to suffer from my own guilt and conscience... This sucks...”
You wipe your brimming tears, sobbing, and then there, you see Nikolai looking at you with glimmering eyes, full of hope. He's smiling, crazed and happy.
He has found something.
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Nikolai surely is something. He washed you and cleaned you. He even prepared your pyjama and made your bed. Right now, he's doing some laundry downstairs while you are on your bed, drinking sweet tea made by him.
The door to your room opens and Nikolai steps in with a smile. “I've started your washer. About your torn blouse, do you want me to sew it back or just buy a new one, sweetheart?” he asks as he sits on your bed, looking at you with a gentle gaze.
“Buy me a new one. More expensive,” you demand, nudging his ass with your foot. Nikolai laughs and nods.
“Alright, baby. Next night, m'kay?” he says. Then he turns serious. “... Have you thought of quitting your job, my dear?” he asks and you turn solemn again.
“... I do admit I'm embarrassed to face them...”
“..... You know, I actually worked as a secretary before,” he says, scratching his head. You snort, finding his joke funny at least.
“Yeah, right.”
“No, I'm saying the truth. Like... five..? Maybe six or seven years ago. I worked as a secretary before. And let me tell ya, coworkers stay coworkers. They don't care about your personal life unless you're going out of your way to ramble your mouth.” he says with a grin. “So, if your 'friends' or coworkers are that curious about what happened, just tell them you're lost or something. Make up a small lie. If they demand more, you can just remind them of their boundary.” he adds.
Your mind is taking memo of his words — for a second, he sounds like a proper adult.
“W-What about Alex?” you ask, carefully. Nikolai snickers.
“I'll take care of it.”
“Oh, fuck no.” — okay, not exactly a proper adult now.
“I'm kidding. But well, for now, we can safely assume he knows he won't have a chance to be with you. He won't. He never has a chance.” Nikolai seems adamant about that, clearly. “But it's okay. I'll help you to drive that little shit away later.”
“I don't want you to hurt them, not even Alex,” you say, holding his arm. “Don't hurt people that are associated with me.”
Nikolai frowns. He is quiet for a few seconds before he sighs defeatedly. “I'll see to it—”
“Promise me!”
“Okay, okay, I promise! For now!”
You sigh afterwards — well, that's good enough, you think. Even if it's temporary, it still gives you time to consider everything.
Nikolai cackles before he scoots closer and pats your head. He then leans forward, kissing your lips shortly. “Now I need to go, dearest. I'll see you soon, alright? Sleep well, my love.” he whispers lovingly before he stands up.
But you immediately put your teacup to the side, grabbing his hand. Nikolai looks at you, smiling with a tilt of his head. “Yes, my love?”
“You ruin me, you force me to lose everything. Atleast, please stay...”
I need someone right now. Don’t leave me alone.
Just watch over me, that's all I need now.
Nikolai cannot help a smirk to form on his face, his gaze is piercing into you. He takes off his coat, letting it drop to the floor before he gets onto the bed with you. He cups your face, placing a gentle deep kiss on your lips. He sighs happily.
“My precious dove...”
“As you wish, my love. I will stay, as you wish. May the moonlight witness me taking your guilt away.”
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lunargrapejuice · 9 months
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Aaaa I would love maybe a fic? With satoru gojo and non-sorcerer s/o who are forced into an arranged marriage. And s/o wants to make it work but satoru is a brat and refuses to be nice to her but he can't deny his growing feelings for her because she is a lovely girl and then maybe something happens like a curse attack and he almost loses her and feels very guilty for how he's been acting and confesses? Happy ending please
I love angst to fluff stories so much
Thankyou in advance! I love your writing
will you spend the night and maybe your life with me?
satoru gojo x fem!reader | 9.1k+ words
warnings: arranged marraige au, brat!gojo, sweet+patient!reader, hurt/comfort, mentioned of neglectful/hurtful marriage, blood and injury mentions, feral gojo, the fushiguro kids are basically yours so a little found familyish i couldn't help myself, uhh i think that's all but please let me know if i missed anything!
authors note: so um. i think i got a little carried away with this one and i love it and am so exctied about it hehe i hope you enjoy it! <3 thank you so much for your kind words and for requesting something babes!🥺💕
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satoru always wondered if before your wedding you were aware that your to-be husband was not happy about being wed. not when this decision was forced upon him by his family and the higher ups of the jujutsu world. he wondered if you blame him for his actions, for his shitty attitude that showed every bit of his distaste, if you wished to marry someone you loved, someone who could treasure your heart and give you their own in return. but surely you had known, just as he had, that you would be married off for politics whether you liked it or not, that marrying for love was not in the cards.
for these many months he can’t say he’s made it easy for you, he knows he hasn’t, and yet you’ve kept smiling, kept being your caring and loving self and putting effort into a man that thus far hadn’t given you much in return. you put up with his lack of kindness, kept welcoming him home and bidding him sweet dreams before sleeping in separate rooms even though for far longer than he’d like to admit now he never said anything in return. you kept leaving sweets on his desk when you knew he’d be up late doing the paperwork he’s always been putting off when he’s never once thanked you for it. he watched you love the fushiguro children just as he had and made him question if perhaps you could love him too.
the first time the question came to mind, when you had scolded both him and megumi for doing something reckless with no anger but rather genuine worry in your eyes, it was the quickest of thoughts. one he pushed out and forgot just as easily as it had come before brushing off everything you said about being more careful to him and megumi. but as more time passed, as you continued to be your lovely self, the thought kept coming, staying for longer, evolving into more questions like.. could he love you- was he already falling in love with you when he was supposed to loathe you? pretend to play the loving and doting husband in public when at home you used to be nothing but strangers but he hates the thought of that now.
being a stranger to your kindness, ignorant of your smile, never being blessed with the melody of your laugh.. he could hardly imagine his life without you but after spending so long rejecting you, pushing you away, was it too late to make amends, to maybe have you love him in return?
right now, while he was trying to sleep, was not the time to be deciding on such things. not when he felt it easier to give in under the light of the moon on your skin and your cute sleepy voice. yet he was restless, his thoughts wandering back to you; if your room felt as soon as his did, if you had eaten dinner alone or with the kids since he hadn’t made it back from his mission until late, if he had even spoken to you at all today except for the text he sent telling you not to wait up for him when you asked if he’d be home for dinner.
brought from his thought, his cerulean eyes are drawn to his closed door, his attention peaked at quiet footsteps and the lights in the kitchen being turned on and dimmed. he taps the screen of his phone to see the time; 2:27 am and doesn’t think twice before getting up from bed and going to the kitchen himself, not caring about putting a shirt on.
you don’t seem to notice him leaning against the wall with his hands in his sweats pockets as you sip a glass of water, your lower back resting against the kitchen island. you're in an oversized shirt and tiny shorts that makes his gaze linger on your body, in your pretty frame, but when he comes back to your face he notices the tears streaming down your cheeks, the tremble of your hands.
lifting from his spot he calls your name, more gentle than he remembers doing before and finds himself frowning at your reaction.
“oh!” you stand a little straighter, put your cup down, try to pretend tears aren’t clinging to your lashes and smile even though it doesn’t meet your eyes. “i’m sorry satoru, i didn’t mean to wake you.”
“you didn’t,” he says, deciding to close the distance between you. he’s always been quite soft to the tears of others but with you.. the sight sinks into his heart like claws of a nasty curse and makes him nearly irrational in the way he would do anything to make your tears stop. your eyes widen a bit in surprise at how close he is to you but you don’t back away from him, don’t resist him when he towers over your shorter frame and reaches for your cheek to wipe a tear you couldn’t hold back. “what's wrong?”
“it’s nothing,” you try to brush it off still with that fake smile and he hates it.
“you’re a terrible liar,” he voice is soft, playful, hopefully hiding the feelings of his heart tightening in his chest and the way his fingers twitch against your skin as he tries to swallow it down. what were you doing to him..
“am not!”
cute, he thinks at your pout and glaring eyes with no bite behind them, though he must admit he much prefers when you smile at him.
is all of you this soft? he ponders as his touch ghosts along the skin of your cheek to under your jaw, curled fingers resting there, keeping your gaze lifted and on him but you could easily pull away if you really wanted to.  
“tell me, please,” again he’s speaking so tenderly, with a smile that was meant to fluster, maybe even comfort you and by your reactions anyone could tell how foreign this is to you both. your cheeks flush with warmth and you try to hide your eyes from him, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt while deciding what to do, what to say, but you still don’t pull away from his grasp and he’s resisting the urge to pull you closer, to kiss your forehead and tell you it’s okay, the strongest was your husband after all, all the while unable to stop his deepening breaths. 
if this was at the beginning of your marriage satoru isn’t sure he would have checked on you. even just a few weeks ago he would have been asking himself how much he should hold back his affections, his comfort, if something like this were to happen but he isn’t sure he could do that anymore, hold back, and those questions hadn’t passed his mind since you saw your sad state tonight.
“it was just a silly nightmare,” you eventually say, quiet and weak. you still don’t look at him but there's no hiding the way you bite at your bottom lip. “i’ll be fine, i just need a few minutes to calm down more.”
“i’ll stay with you then.”
your eyes shoot back to him, confusion and surprise painted on your face and he’s surprised too. what reason would you have for feeling comfort within him or wanting it in the first place? he knows you have every right and reason to tell him no but he just.. doesn’t want to see you cry anymore and he would do anything to take your sorrow away even though all he had to offer you right now was himself. 
“a- are you sure?” you stutter, nervousness laced in every word and fuck you look like you’re going to start crying all over again but he knows he deserves this, the guilt building within him. “you don’t have to-”
he pulls you into him before you can talk either of you out of this, effectively cutting off your words and pressing you against his chiseled chest. “come one y/n. can’t a husband want to comfort his wife? indulge me, yeah?”
he still feels shitty but the heat of your cheeks against his chest, the speechlessness he rendered in you is quite the stroke to his ego and he knows he’s won you over, at least for tonight, as you wrap your arms around him and rest your palms against his bare back. 
it’s quiet, the muted sounds of your breaths and beating hearts in both your ears and as minutes pass, satoru feels you relax against him and decides he’s going to try pushing his indulgence more, actually try to be a nice and loving husband. the husband he should have been from the start..
“let’s go lay down,” he suggests and you tiredly nod in agreement, letting him go too quickly, before he unwraps his own arms, but he doesn’t stray far from your side.
turning off the kitchen lights behind him, he follows you into your bedroom like a lost puppy. if he’s being honest, he hasn’t spent much time in here despite it being right next to his own room and as he slips into bed beside you, the sheets of his own wife so unfamiliar to him, he hopes you’ll tell him if this isn’t what you want but more than that, he hopes you won't reject him. not like he had to you for these months when you didn’t deserve it..
“satoru, you - you really don’t have-” you stammer as he collects you in his arms, pressing your back against his chest, not a bit of infinity between you as he spoons your smaller frame, collecting your heat. normally he’d have a smirk tugging his lips at your shyness, how easily flustered you become while still clinging to him, but more than anything he cuts you off because he didn’t want to hear your finish telling him he doesn’t have to.
he knows he doesn’t. who knows how many nights you’ve cried alone in this bed but he won’t let that happen anymore, not as long as you were his.
“i said i’d stay with you, didn’t i?”
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satoru has always had a specific vision on what love is and he knows he has loved. like in the way he loves his students, his friends, two strong, amazing, children and sweet mochi. he knows that love isn’t painted in roses and blanketed in crystalline sugar, especially when you were a sorcerer. love is complicated, messy. love is a curse. but it's more medeled now, tempting to give into, with his inability to deny what’s in front of him, with the way his heart reacts to you. 
or in this case, the way it reacts to the absence of you.
it’s been a few weeks since you had that nightmare and he held you till morning, his hands caressing and soothing you for long after you fell asleep. the following nights he found himself back in your bed even though neither of you spoke about it, but you hadn’t protested either. the last night before this work trip you had whispered his name in your sleep, reached out and clung to him, when you stirred as he joined you after a late night dealing with curses. the past three nights he's been far from home, as work often took him, and more restless than he’s been in a long time.
he can’t ignore or distract himself from how often you pop up in his mind throughout the day, enough so he’s going through his phone pictures as he’s being driven from place to place and frowning at how little pictures of you there are in his album. he had started taking more of you recently, most of which when you weren’t looking or weren’t aware you had captured your husband's eyes but it didn’t feel like enough. throughout the day he's missing you and your smile and the texts you scarcely send to each other aren’t long or personal enough to make him feel even a little better. he’s coming to realize how much more he preferred to have you sleeping next to him rather than sleeping alone and the way it could make him hustle to finish this assignment just to get home a little quicker. tomorrow he'll return to tokyo, a day before he was supposed to, but even that thought can’t stop the bubbling pot of his heart and the lid that rocks anxiously at the thought of you and your marriage thus far. 
in the quietness of his dim hotel room, the food he didn’t have the appetite to eat cold on the table in front of the chair he sits in, satoru fiddles with his phone between long fingers and wonders what you’re doing right now, if you miss him too, if it’s too late for you-
love was messy and complicated indeed but as his phone rings twice and a moment later his reflection is replaced with your visage, that anxious rocking simmers.
“hey satoru,” you smile as you say his name, not noticing how he returns it in full with your eyes focused elsewhere.
your phone wiggles from side to side while tsukimi adjusts it to rest on the ledge of the kitchen window in front of the sink. you must have just finished with dinner, washing the dishes while the kids cleaned up behind you.
“hi sugar.” oh that gets your attention just as he hoped. he can hear the clattering of dishes as you drop them, see the flush of your cheeks through the camera and how adorably shy you are when you look up at him finally and see he’s without his blind fold, eyes soft and locks of snowy white hair resting over his eyebrows. his attention is fully on you and it seems to be the giggles of the teenage girl whipping off the counter near you that snaps you back to reality and causes you to return your attention back to the dishes, trying to hide your embarrassment.
“is everything okay?” you ask, that cute shyness to your voice.
of course it was just like you to worry for him, even if he didn’t deserve it.
“other than the fact i’m missin’ home, yeah.” home, he chooses because even though he was missing you, and meant his answer just the same, his stubbornness had him holding back.
while you finish the dishes you chit chat, the kids interrupting every now and again to talk to him or you about one thing or another until you were all giggling and he was aching to teleport back home, to be there drying plates that you hand him until you’re swaying in the kitchen to music that isn’t playing anywhere but your hearts and the kids are calling you gross before going to their own rooms. 
he had never done that before but as he watched you all through his phone screen, he hoped it wasn’t too late for that with you.
“how was your day?” he asks when you grab your phone from the window seal, probably ready to say goodnight to him but he wasn’t nearly satisfied with this short interaction. 
“well.. megumi got in trouble at school again today,” you sigh and shake your head, the background behind you changing from the kitchen to your bedroom, the lights in the far hallway from the kids room flickering on before they close their doors. he’s sure you handled megumi in your elegant way that both the boys have learned they aren’t immune to. 
satoru chuckles. “did he give you any trouble?”
“you know he’s not really like that with me,” you smile, genuine and sweet and god he wishes he could kiss your lips. “he only gives you trouble because you’re just as bad as he is.. maybe worse.” you giggle at that last part and there is no way denying or ignoring the way it makes him burst with warmth.
“oh yeah?” he teases right back. “bet you’re missing your annoying husband though, huh?”
maybe he shouldn’t have said that because your prolonged silence made his throat feel tight, his palms sweaty but before he can say anything to make up for it, to change the subject, you reply, not looking at the camera.
“.. the house is lonelier when you’re not here,” you admit, quiet and low. “i guess i’ve gotten a little used to sharing a bed with you.”
so you were having a hard time sleeping without him too..
“me too,” he admits, letting out a sigh like your confession had lifted a weight off his chest, pumped hope into his veins. would you care to know just how much he misses you? “but i’ll be home soon so just wait a little longer for me, yeah?”
“o-okay.”
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to the surprise of many satoru was at jujutsu tech reporting on his mission right on time, though he was leaving just as swiftly as he came. he purposely didn’t tell you he’d be coming home one day early because he knew you’d be coming to the school tomorrow to bring megumi to train with some of the other students. it would still be another two year before megumi was a first year himself but he had gotten plenty acquainted with the current first years through satoru. he wanted to surprise you, whisk you away while the kids were busy and before more work could come his way, try to ease the longing in his chest that had weighed on him like a boulder since he spent that first night without you beside him.
but what weighed on him when he saw you, unaware of your husband's arrival and under the attention of one of the new teachers, was much much worse and far nastier than his yearning. it was ugly and all consuming and made his mind run so quickly he was going to get whiplash. 
the man couldn’t be any more obvious that he was flirting with you and it made satoru seeth, his chest filling with deep, hot breaths. couldn’t he see the wedding band on your finger? as a non sorcerer you weren’t entirely a part of the jujutsu world yourself so maybe he could justify that this man simply didn’t know who you were but even when you likely had not wanted to, you were always diligent in wearing the proof of your commitment.
the proof that you were his, the one and only mrs. gojo. 
and what were you doing? laughing and talking with this man like you were so familiar, more familiar than you were to your own husband. 
were you so fed up with satoru but so unwilling to end your arranged marriage that you’d go behind his back like this and entertain another person? if he was in a more calm state of mind he could be more rational, remind himself that this was not in your nature, not even with the way he had treated you had you ever been a person he thought would cheat. but with so much uncertainty between you two, the way he refused to admit those three words despite the fact he found them occupying his heart and mind anytime he thought of you, how he had no idea how you felt in return because he had forced you to shut yourself away..
the man reaches for you, helping you brush a stay piece of hair from your face to behind your ear and lingers with a smile that satoru swore he would wipe right off his smug face. your fingers touch, the man lacing his between yours for a moment before you pull away with burning cheeks.
satoru feels like he’s losing it, losing you, letting his emotions guide him to your side to snake a hand around your waist and step so very close, not letting the breeze between you, using his other hand to lift your chin and bring you in for a soft and fleeting kiss. 
“i’m home baby,” he coos before kissing your cheek, a little for show but mostly because the only thing he had the will to hold back right now was his physical strength.
“s-satoru!” you’re beyond flustered, he can feel the beating of your heart through your clothes and the shake of your hands that hold onto his dark jacket.
he doesn’t give you much more time to say or do anything else before he looks down at the man you were speaking with and even through his blind fold you could tell how serious, how intimidating, his expression was. he held onto you so protectively, powerful hands sinking into your skin like you would slip through his grasp if he let you go but soft enough you wouldn’t break under the pressure. the way you don’t push away, don’t fight him and keep holding onto his jacket, your eyes only on your husband, are the only things grounding him from losing it completely.. 
“keep your hands off of my wife,” he spits like venom, accentuating the last part especially so before whisking you away without saying another word and he doesn’t say anything to you either the farther and farther you get from the man. you nearly trip over your feet trying to follow his long strides as he's huffing and practically dragging you along with him with a large hand around your wrist.
“satoru, please slow down. what’s wrong?” your words fall on deaf ears. he isn’t hearing anything but his own echoing thoughts and his unsteady, drumming, heartbeat until you’re in a quiet and secluded place on campus and he finally looks at you, so many emotions written on your face; confusion, fear, worry.
“what in the world has gotten into you?” you ask, trying to catch your breath.
“you’re mine,” his profession is muffled and near inaudible under his steaming breaths, not a bit of his sanity returning with how it looks like he’s scared you, how he’s coming to realize he might have lost you long ago and didn’t know it. “what were you doing letting him hit on you like that?” he hardly knows what he’s saying, the words coming out without thinking.
“are you serious?” you ask, devastation laced in your tone. “he was just being nice and if he wasn’t.. it’s not like i was.. why.. why do you care?”
“you’re my wife!”
“when has that ever mattered? that's never stopped you from flirting with anyone before and i.. i’ve never said anything..”  tears start to pool in your eyes and the last bit of the grip he’s had on this situation slips completely. please don’t cry.. i know i’ve fucked up but.. “even when it hurt i didn’t..”
“it’s not like i asked to marry you - but-”
before he can tell you, but that was back then because he hadn’t looked into another's way since these feelings started; before he can realize what he’s said and the way it would hurt you further, you interrupt, unable to hold back your tears.
“i didn’t ask for this either satoru,” your voice is broken and he knows every waver behind it and your tears are full of months worth of bottled up emotions from when you smiled despite his bullshit. “..but i'm trying.” in a matter of painfully slow seconds you're sobbing as you rip your wrist from his grasp and he feels his heart cracking, the cold nail of your withdrawal striking against the pumping muscle. “i.. just..” it's as though you want to say more and even if there wasn’t a lump in his throat making him utterly speechless, he wouldn’t have interrupted, he would have let you scream and yell and spew hurtful words. “i have to go..”
that nail digs deeper and he fights it, reaches for you and calls your name, feeling it stop when he’s met with the softness of your skin but the strongest strike, the blow that embeds it deep, was the way you cry out his name, begged him to let you go with crystalline tears flowing uncontrollably from your eyes and down your cheeks.
“satoru, let me go! please!”
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you know you should be used to his hurtful words by now. they’ve been thrown at you for months, if he chose to speak to you at all. though you can admit that things have gotten better, if not a bit confusing. you would never deny your marriage was turning around, not when weeks ago you weren’t sure if you were going to survive not divorcing and avoid facing the consequences of that with both your families but now you felt yourself genuinely and completely falling for your husband. 
yes he was so unbelievably handsome, charming to match, well, when he wanted to be. anyone could see that but the longer you were married to satoru the more you saw his heart, despite the fact he thought he was hiding it from you. he couldn’t hide the way he loved the fushiguro children and had since he started to look after them or the way he turned younger, more reckless around shoko, a reminder of more carefree years. in short and infrequent moments sometimes his heart was opened to you too and during those times, when you weren’t his enemy but rather a part of his family, made you wonder what it might be like had you had a normal marriage and married satoru for love or fell in love somewhere in the mess of how it started.
it was a ridiculous thought. you knew it would never be like that, you didn’t ask that of him and you didn’t entirely blame him for his behavior. he had chosen not to be nice but it was just like you to be patient, understanding and kind. by being the one he was forced to marry, you did understand why that dislike would be directed at you even though you know it didn’t make it fair, didn’t make it okay. 
after all of that, months of feeling like a burden to the strongest sorcerer in the world, you didn’t expect to find yourself wanting, maybe even needing, your husband or that he might want you too. he had been around so much more recently, whether it had been him coming home in time to have dinner with you nearly every night or to be sleeping next to you or spending all night facetiming with you while he was on a trip until you fell asleep, like he had last night. but those feelings he had made bloom within you brought with them greater pain when hurtful reminders of the truth of your commitment came back to the surface.
‘i didn’t ask for this.’
how many times had you heard that by now? you had stopped keeping count, for your own sanity, but this time had by far been the worst. you fought so damn hard not to cry, to stay strong but still you burst into more tears than you wanted to shed in front of him.
maybe it was time to give up, consequences be damned.. how much more did you really have in you? how were you supposed to get through these mixed signals and still leave with your heart intact? and why did it break it further to see the pain written on his face when you ran from him? 
you weren’t sure you could bear to be home, not when there were reminders of satoru everywhere, including your bedroom now as some of his nightstand items had made it to your room and had kept you company in his absence the past few days.. an absence that would apparently be longer even though you still missed him. he would show up there eventually anyways, was maybe there now but at this moment you didn’t have it in you to fight more, to be reminded of how little you meant to your husband when all this time you would have done anything to be sure he was happy too. when you found yourself holding him closer and closer to your heart.
you can admit that you didn’t handle your last interaction with your husband the best either though. asking why he cared when you knew the reason didn’t really matter. what reason had you had to hurt over the others he flirted with other than the fact he was your husband on paper? you had just never acted on the emotions swirling within you during those times aside from crying alone and by yourself but satoru was never really one to hold back. and the way it made you feel when he proclaimed you as his in such a way, when he held you so close to him, kissed you like he hadn’t before, like you really were his and he didn’t intend to let you go. it made you happy, confused and upset all at once.
was it all just for show? but then why comfort you after a nightmare or do any of the more thoughtful gestures he had shown recently? you had hardly seen his eyes ever that soft for you before, maybe in moments of pity then, but that wasn’t what this was and like the waters filled with the bluest stars and galaxies, you waded into their azure depths. found comfort in its warmth and the way he wrapped you in the protective blanket of his arms. you woke up with him still sleeping soundly, peacefully, while holding you and hadn’t had the bed to yourself since.
he seemed sweeter after that; hardly ever missing dinner, especially when he knew you’d be eating alone when the kids couldn’t join you. his texts throughout the day became more frequent, less transactional and though it still happened from time to time, his stinging words became less harsh. and when he called you last night, you hadn’t realized how late it had gotten, how you both lost track of the time until you woke up with your phone in your hand and a goodnight text sent after he had hung up. things almost felt normal, like maybe you really could be friends but there was no denying that your heart was feeling much more than that. still, you were cautious, kept your feelings closed off and hidden but you now realize somewhere along the way it wasn’t enough, not when it could let those painful reminders dig their way deep into your flesh in a way it hadn’t before.
satoru once told you, within the first few days of your marriage, that he had no intention of ever loving you and that you shouldn’t try loving him either. that love was a curse that wasn’t worth his trouble when it came to you.
perhaps you were finally understanding what he meant and were ready to give up, but after all this effort.. would it be easier for the both of you to not be tied together, burdened by your growing feelings when he would never feel the same? or would you become the curse of his life because you had done the one thing he had told you not to do, fall for him, and continued to try to make it work despite it?
instead of going home you let your aimless feet carry you, just as your mind carried away your many thoughts until your tears stopped, until your heart numbed and you were left feeling empty and tired. there were so many quiet whispers in the back of your mind, worries and reminders of your failing arrangement, so many questions without answers but you tried to shake them off, tried to quiet them so you could have a moment to just breathe. maybe then you could try to make sense of it all, though you weren’t sure you would ever understand all of the different emotions satoru was putting you through.
you aren’t really sure where you’ve ended up, somewhere on a cold bench as the afternoon turned to evening. you ignored the way your phone rang and the pings of the messages that came through. right now you didn’t have the energy or strength to do anything, are on the verge of giving up when your heart is screaming that you couldn’t possibly and all you can do is sit in your loneliness, back to more familiar times in your marriage, as you watch people pass you by.
in the end, when the evening sky began to cover the city in colder air and little light, you knew it was time to go home, to face this even if you weren’t ready to. maybe it would be easier if this was older times, when you knew you could walk through the front door with puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks but it wouldn’t make satoru look your way. so you could hide away, pretend you weren’t breaking on the inside until you could face him with a smile again. but it couldn’t be like that anymore, not when the cause of your pain had also become your comfort, your most restful nights on hard days, the giggles you erupt in when he’s being silly and teasing, the person you wanted to hold you when dark fog surrounded you and threatened to swallow you whole.
you’re surprised to see the time on your phone, how late it actually is and just how many messages have come through. the latest one being from satoru; y/n please come home
it makes your heart feel like it’s beating again and you don’t know if it's good or bad, if you feel better or worse. all you knew is your chest aches and you do want to be home even if it scares you to not know what’s waiting for you; the satoru that seems to have grown soft for you, that couldn’t stand to see you cry, or the husband that said ‘i do’ not minutes before reminding you how much he detested your union. 
your finger hovers over the call button, the small icon picture of him and megumi looking back at you but before you can call him back, not even sure if you were prepared to, a crowd of terrified screams pulls you from your phone and frantically you look around for its source, unsure if someone needed help or if you were in danger too.
before you can react after realizing which it was, that you were mostly certainly in danger and there wasn’t a thing you could do about it, your world begins to fade into black. the last thing you remember is hearing your husband's voice and a pitiful call of his name escaping your lips as your body falls to the ground, the scent of copper filling your senses before all consciousness is taken from you.
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satoru stares at his phone with wide glowing eyes, tearing off his blind fold like it was possibly skewing his vision, messing with his other scenes despite that being impossible. for a moment he felt the first drops of relief seeing you finally return his call. you had ran from him so quickly and with it took his heart, left him standing there with a gapping, bleeding, hole in his chest that made it impossible to move. it’s been long agonizing hours since then, unable to reach you, not knowing what you were doing or where you were or if you were okay. he knew you weren’t and that it was all his fault. 
finally, you were calling him but the first thing he heard was not the sweetness of your voice. instead his ears rang with the screams of others, the crumbling of concrete and a pleading call of his name from his wife that brought him past the point of manic in a matter of seconds.
he doesn’t dare hang up the phone but it’s not helping hearing noises of destruction that he can’t quite make out and the silence of your voice with each gut wrenching call of your name that’s begging you to say anything but continues to be met with silence. 
the wildness in his eyes lingers but his attention is brought from his phone screen to the sniffles coming from the doorway to the living room where megumi and tsukimi stand with fear in their own eyes, tears streaming down her sullen face. had they ever seen gojo like this? tsukimi reaches for her brother's hands, to bring some comfort to them both even though she’s far worse off than megumi right now. or at least she’s the only one outwardly showing it. satoru can see the rise in megumis energy despite him wanting to remain strong for his sister. 
she’s the first to speak too, reminding satoru that he wouldn’t be the only one suffering without you. “w-whats wrong? where- wheres y/n? is she going to be okay?” she doesn’t give him a moment to answer before she's crying out, “gojo!”
in a few long strides he’s standing in front of him, their seafoam and brown eyes staring back at him, his phone still connected on your call slipped into his pocket so his hands are free to pat both of their heads, ruffling their soft hair in tandem, keeping the last thin strand of his sanity from breaking until he could promise them none of them would ever be without you.
“don’t worry,” he says, that confident smile on his face. “i’ll bring her home safe. i’m the strongest after all.”
in a moment he’s teleported away, swearing to turn over all of japan in search of you. his presence was so overwhelming, the air nearly crackling with the electricity emanating from his barely contained furry. he’d let that barrier shatter soon, when it would be to his best advantage in bringing you home, until then the auxiliary managers helping him find your location through the never ending curse reports were under the pressure of the strongest sorcerer might.
the moment ijichi gave him the most likely places you could be, an eerie thankful smile came on gojos lips before he disappears, the light air finally returns the moment he was gone, before he can even mention there are already sorcerers on the scene. ijichi just hopes they’ve had the time to put the veil up before gojo goes all out without a second thought and that they’ve gotten you out of there. for everyone’s sake. 
from the point in the sky where satoru hovers, just above the curtain trying to keep this shit show of a grade one contained, messy white locks blowing in the wind high above, it doesn’t take a moment for his six eyes to sense you. not when they had spent countless minutes taking in every bit of you when you thought he was looking at others..
he swears he’ll make it up to you. even if you could never love him back or forgive him, from this day on he wouldn’t hold back, he wouldn’t deny it.  he loves you and the thought of losing you, in any way, without ever admitting it to you and asking for a chance to show you he meant it, is tearing him apart. 
he’d get the chance to tell you, to shower you in his unbridled affection like you had always deserved, try to be the husband you could maybe love one day too. even if you couldn’t love him.. if he could make sure you kept smiling, that you could continue to be your amazing loving self, he would do anything.
the atmosphere back on solid ground is thick, the sky covered in a dark blanket that matches how dreariness seeps into every crack in the sidewalk, into the roots of the trees and across crumbles of buildings and cars that laid around. buried beneath it, alive but still somehow so lifeless, holding onto the phone still calling his, was you. blood dripping down your pretty face, debris and dust coating your skin, the disgusting curses attention on you as well. 
satorus presence electrified the air enough so to make the grass stand up straight, his deep breaths huffing white clouds in the cold air, his blue orbs standing out like the eyes of an ethereal creature in the fog. a devil more so than an angel, one that would burn the world down to protect those he loves, even if he had failed at it before. the look of him would have stopped any sorcerer in its track, sent smaller curses scurrying away and it had kept this grade one from moving another inch, just like he intended 
he was so gentle in the way he lifted off every piece of destruction that kept you pinned to the ground and pulled you into his arms with ease, infinity compassing you so nothing else could touch you except for him. nothing would ever hurt you again. it all happened so quickly to the world around him but in his eyes everything moved in slow motion. the way your eyes flutter open behind your lashes as he picks you up, unsure of what was going on around you, not fully conscious but enough so to whisper his name from chapped lips and hold onto him with the remaining strength that you had. 
“‘toru..” a few tears roll down your cheeks, mixing with the blood still dripping from your hairline, draining the color from your face, making you so very weak.
“i’m here angel,” his voice sounds so unfamiliar to you both, shaking with pain and rage, relief and regret. “hold on a little longer for me, yeah?”
it takes everything in him to take his eyes off of you. you were now passed out in his arms and couldn’t say anything, couldn’t see the swirls of red and blue as they merged into deep purple and shook the earth beneath satorus feet. he only spares the curse a long enough glance to aime, holding you with one arm so tightly, feeling your shallow beating heart through his shirt soaking in your blood as he uses the other hand to use his jujutsu. the world around him is engulfed in purple, pulverizing the curse, shredding the trees, blowing out the windows of nearby buildings and burning the grass but the destruction he’s caused is the last of his concern.
all that’s left in the wake of his furry is your silhouettes in the smoke and aftershock, the strongest sorcerer reduced to nothing more than a man shedding tears over his wife's limp body in his arms, kissing her cheeks as he pulls her so impossibly close before disappearing into thin air.
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ieiri was the only person who could coax satoru to release you, sympathetic to the agony behind his eyes, not unfamiliar to it from when another left his life, but she was still seriously insistent that if he didn’t let you go, didn’t let her heal you, then he really might lose you. the fight to keep him out of the surgical room so he wasn’t suffocating her while she worked, so he didn’t have to see how truly worse off you might be with your lack of jujutsu to have helped you through this, was far more difficult, left satoru begging his friend to not let him leave your side but in the end he gave in and anxiously he waited outside the room.
he was still covered in dirt and blood. it wasn’t the first time but it was the first time it had ever been yours and he hoped it would be the only time, wished it had never happened at all. he blames himself and as he sat in silence, dying on the inside not knowing what was going on in the other room, he recalled his sacred oath to protect you till death due you part. it hadn’t meant anything to him when he said it and back then he never would have thought he’d be here, willing to give anything to get on his knees before you at that alter, bury his face into your middle while his hands hold you close and he swears to you that he will cherish you, protect you, love you, until death takes him from you.
with his head buried in his hands, head hanging low, tears pooling on the ground near his feet, he can’t help but think how right he was about love being a curse. nothing had brought him more pain and agony than love. there was nothing that had torn his heart apart like love had but for fucks sake he wasn’t ready to lose you too, to lose the most amazing parts of your love before he even got a true taste of it, before he could do you right by you and attempt to make up for his mistake.
long fingers grip onto strands of snowy hair and tug. he’s sure some would find it laughable to see the strongest in such a pitiful state, with no ability to fight back with annoying words and cocky smiles when the thought of being without you and your light made him think he’d never smile again. he didn’t want you to leave without knowing his love either, not when he had so much of it to give to you now that the cage he held it behind was shattered and forgotten.
his chest aches in a way it never has before. it made him sick to his stomach, angry enough to release all of his power at once, consequences be damned, it turned his tears from sorrowful to full of self pity to hysterics at what a world without you might be like. all because he broke his promise, because he had been a blind idiot and a stubborn fucking ass hole. would he never get the chance to show you with confidence how much you meant to him? he knows he didn’t deserve it but if.. no, when you make it out of this, he swears he’ll give you all of him. reject him, tell him you hate him, ask for a divorce and tear his heart out- none of it would stop him from trying to win your heart, from letting you go.
the more time that passes the more he feels like he’s losing it for the third time that day. he’s restless, sitting and bouncing his leg, getting up to walk just to pace the hallway endlessly until he ended up right back where he started and started the cycle all over again. he wasn’t sure how much longer he could take this. 
shoko could yell at him all she wanted. he had to see you and know you were okay, to tell you he loves you and-
“gojo, take a breath okay?” ieriris voice breaks him from his thoughts, stops him from not even bothering to use the door and just teleport past the walls. “i told you i’d take care of her and i meant it.”
in a few steps he’s in front of her, leaning down to envelope her in a hug. he hadn’t realized he was holding his breath and let out the pent up air when she hugged him back. it wasn’t usual they shared moments like this but when it was.. it was when they were at their most vulnerable. even when they were younger, even when geto left them. his arms shook around her, silently begging for what he could not find the words to say.
“she’ll be fine,” her voice is soft, understanding to how he feels about you and thankful he’s done being a shithead about it. “she’s asleep for now but you can go in as long as you’ll let her rest.”
he didn’t wait a moment, didn’t even break their hug, before he teleported to your side and left shoko to smoke outside while she gave him some time alone with you. he was quiet and hesitant to touch you even though his fingers screamed to feel your skin, feel your pulse and prove to him without a doubt that you were okay. he saw it with his powerful eyes, your now clean skin, a few bandages here and there but your major injuries were healed. you looked so similar to how you did when sleeping at home and there was no doubting the truth in front of him but it wasn’t enough to ease the tightness of his chest.
let you rest. it was hard to do when he would have melted his body with your own given the chance but for now he’d have to settle for your smaller hand resting in his and the caress of his thumb against your soft skin swiping back and forth in comforting and gentle motions. you were warm, much warmer than the last time he held you and he swore he could cry at the feeling. 
thank god for shoko and your resilience that filled him with such pride to call you his.
sitting on the chair next to your hospital bed, he lowers his head to rest against the hand he held, soft white hair tickling your skin as he kisses you knuckles and whispers an apology he would repeat to you in his words and actions for the rest of his life if he had to, until he could prove to you his utter devotion. 
he isn’t sure how much time has passed and didn't notice that he had fallen asleep resting his head on you while waiting for you to wake up. his body ached, for more reasons than just the awkward sleeping position, he had gone through a whirlwind of emotions in one day and only next to you, knowing you would be okay, could he finally relax from it all but at the smallest twitch of your fingers he's alert, his head shooting up and he waits eagerly, moving from the chair to your bed, body hovering about yours, never letting go of your hand but instead pressing it against over his beating heart with gentleness, as you slowly wake up.
you blink slowly, your eyes in obvious protest and still heavy with exhaustion as you try to become more aware of your surroundings and what had happened with the aching of your head and a familiar scent in your nostrils.
“satoru?” you croak and in response he cradles your face in his hands, strokes your cheeks, kisses your lips soft and sweet and honest. your arms are weak and shaky but that doesn’t stop you from reaching for him and when you feel him shaking too, you ask, “are you okay?” oh that’s right.. you were fighting.. the remembrance was written on your face. “i'm.. i’m sorry i left so suddenly..”
leaning his forehead against your own, the laugh he lets out is full of relief and disbelief and is warm against your face. how could you possibly ask about his well being now or be the one apologizing? “my silly girl.” but it was the most wonderful thing to hear your voice and it takes all of his strength. he catches your wobbly smile and blushing cheeks before he collapses against you, enveloping you in his arms and letting his face rest in the crook of your neck, warm tears dropping along your collarbone.
his words, his confession, is all he can manage to say in his state and he whispers it against your skin, kissing you skin after each repeat of the words he would never hold back again. “i love you.”
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neither of you had expected to walk into the house and smell something delicious being made, ginger and onions and other delicious things that made your stomach growl with one whiff. you could hear the pair arguing and tsumiki pulling the big sister card before they become silent upon hearing your husband coo at you to be good and stay still followed by a defeated huff and a triumphant chuckle.
satoru had hardly let you go since leaving the hospital, even before that- from the moment you woke up he was touching some part of you, and insisted on carrying you up the steps even though you could walk just fine. at most you were tired and sore but not enough to render you unable to use your limbs.
in the end, it was impossible to say no to him. he wasn’t going to let you either so with burning cheeks you agreed to let your husband carry you bridal style into your home and held onto his strong shoulders as he so effortless carried you. he didn’t put you down once you were inside either, despite your protests, smirking at you when you wiggled in his arms but he only tightened his grip.
his overzealous affection and care didn’t stop there either and it only spurred him on when you became flustered because of it. oh loving you was going to be so very fun, he thought as you pouted when he wouldn’t let you feed yourself the meatballs megumi and tsumiki made together. you all ate on the couch, to be sure you were comfortable and resting like shoko had said you should, also because the table didn’t allow any of them to be close enough to you. tsumikis eyes welled up with tears when gojo told them what happened over dinner but when he patted her head with a wide smile and promised her nothing like this would ever happen again, looking at megumi and telling him he should look after both you and his sister too, you all smiled and laughed. he didn’t speak the words outloud but satoru swore he would remarry you right here and now when you returned your own promise to watch after them too, in your own loving way.
it was obvious that gojo was jealous of the kids hanging all over you, even megumi hardly left your side and was as doting as he was whenever his sister was ill. satoru couldn’t help but make you all of you blushy cheeked for different reasons when he pulls you into his lap and kisses your cheek before trying to whisk you away to your bedroom with a promise for naughty things that he didn’t intend to follow through with just yet, not until you told him you were ready and not until you were all healed up so he could love you properly.
the kids were too quick on their feet, laughing and arguing about who would sleep where while trying to push past the tall man even with his long and fast strides. he couldn’t keep them away no matter how hard he tried and admitted defeat when they jumped into bed after you.
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eldritch-nightmare · 6 months
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Hi hi !! 🎀 anon here! May I get some HCs of Laughing Jack, Tim Wright/Masky and Jeff the Killer with an affectionate clingy s/o please and thank you! 🥹👉👈
(An unrelated note regarding last time: My job and boss is actually super cool and they said I can dye my hair!! I’m so stoked eek! <3 magenta highlights, once again, after so many years, here I come! They have been missed…)
a/n: omg yay!! happy you get to dye your hair!! <3
with an affectionate and clingy gn!s/o.
includes: laughing jack, jeff the killer, and tim wright.
warnings: uh... none... i don't think.
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LAUGHING JACK.
Out of all three, Laughing Jack is definitely the most stoked about having an affectionate and clingy significant other.
My guy has terrible abandonment issues, and he can be a bit clingy himself if the mood calls for it, so to have someone who doesn't want to leave his side? Might as well return him to heaven or something, because nothing will ever get better than that.
He is equally as affectionate if we're being honest.
Yeah, he's a big scary evil clown and all that terrorizes children but he knows how to be nice to the people he likes.
Knowing that you cling to him the way you do, it helps reassure him that you don't intend on leaving anytime soon. I mean, if you wanted to leave him, then you wouldn't be clinging to him like you always seem to do, right?
And so long as you keep clinging to him like you do, then his abandonment issues will rarely ever show up and everything will be all good and a-okay.
JEFF THE KILLER.
Hm... he can't decide if he likes you being clingy or if it annoys him. He won't lie, he loves the attention and it feeds his ego whenever you praise him or call him beautiful. You being affectionate is something he knows he likes. But he's not sure if he's fond of the clingy part or not.
When he first met Nina, she was pretty damn clingy as well, and that made him grow to hate her. To be fair, he didn't harbor any feelings for her. He does harbor feelings for you, however, and it feels different when you cling to him.
There are days when he can't stand you clinging to him, and he'll make it known in a rather rude way, to be honest. But there are also days when he wants you to cling to him because sometimes, your clinging to him feels a lot more genuine than your affectionate words.
He's very 50/50 on it, and it can change by the hour, to be honest. But he's fine with it more often than he's not. Only because he likes you.
But will he ever actually tell you that he likes it? Probably not.
It'll be fairly obvious though. Jeff may be rude, but he's not exactly the best at hiding his emotions around people he feel comfortable with.
TIM WRIGHT.
Please give him time to adjust because holy shit there's no way he'll be immediately comfortable with you clinging to him. He can barely take a compliment without feeling uncomfortable, so there's no way he'll be fine with physical affection right off the bat.
He'll tense up whenever you throw your arms around him, and it'll be very awkward because he's not entirely sure what he's supposed to do. Does he hug you back or does he just stand there? He's never been super close to people like this before, so it's all still very new to him.
If he becomes too uncomfortable, he'll let you know and will definitely put some distance between the two of you until he no longer feels that way.
He doesn't feel suffocated by your affection and clingy behavior, it's just something he's struggling to get used to because, I mean, Tim does have the mindset of 'I don't deserve this type of love' so it's very hard for him to accept it.
He'll definitely distance himself from you entirely during the events of Marble Hornets because there's no way he wants you getting involved, and he already blames himself for everything that's happening. He doesn't want anything to happen to you.
And if you're still around after the events of Marble Hornets, then honestly he would need your clinginess to ground him.
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pix3lplays · 9 months
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Hello!! I know some people get squicked out by this subject so don’t worry about answering if you don’t want to, but can I request HSR men (Welt, Sampo, Jing Yuan, Gepard, anyone else you enjoy writing for) accidentally getting their s/o pregnant?
I imagine Natasha would hunt down Sampo and drag him back to the clinic to talk bc s/o came to her crying and doesn’t know how to tell him. The rest of the boys I feel like would roll with the punches and handle it just fine.
✨ may your 5 stars be early :D ✨
Hey there! Yeah I have no problem with this prompt, I’m eager to write it, thank you for sending it in!
And thank you so much hehe, may yours be as well!
Cw! Pregnancy
-Honkai Star Rail men accidentally getting their s/o pregnant-
Welt Yang: Welt Yang I feel would notice the signs that something’s not quite right with you, but I doubt he’d suspect he accidentally got you pregnant. He just assumes your feeling a little sick or something. Until you decide to take a test because…what if? And wouldn’t you know it…pregnant. Oh he feels bad about it. He didn’t mean to. He wanted to sit down and discuss having children with you and now he’s shoved you into this parenting thing without consulting you. The man wanted to have children, but he didn’t want things to happen like this. He’ll ask you if you want to keep the baby, but deep down he’s hoping you’ll say yes, though he’ll respect your decision either way. And when you do say you want to keep the baby, he feels…warm inside. It was an accident, but your family is growing a little bigger, and the Astral Express crew is so excited by your announcement. Welt and the crew eagerly await the arrival of your baby, and you almost forget that things weren’t supposed to happen quite this way. Welt would feel like he has to make it up to you for accidentally getting you pregnant, even if you insist he doesn’t. He does all sorts of things to take care of you during your pregnancy, and he’ll always be there for you. Just call his name.
Sampo Koski:(I’m just gonna use your idea, I loved it, I hope you don’t mind!) You had no idea what to do. You knew Sampo didn’t want kids, but now here you were…pregnant. So you go to Natasha to confirm the results, and while you’re there you can’t help but break down in front of the doctor, crying because you want to have this baby, but you don’t know what Sampo is going to do. Natasha agrees to go find him for you. And when she explains the situation and brings him to you, he’s not happy. You…actually want his accidental baby? Well he doesn’t. He’ll try to encourage you to get rid of it. No need to have a child disrupting what you have, right? What you have is so good. Just you and Sampo against the world. He doesn’t need the responsibility of raising a child. But you’re determined. And you try to tell him he might like fatherhood, though he’s hard to convince. Your pregnancy is one of those rare moments where you get to see Serious Sampo, and it’s a little…bizarre to be honest. To see him so…genuine and sincere about what he wants. And what he wants is to not have a kid. But he’ll take care of you. Even if he disagrees with what you’re doing. He doesn’t stop trying to convince you to get rid of it, but once he realizes your mind really is made up, he’ll drop it and give up. There’s no point fighting with you. Your much more stubborn than he is.
Jing Yuan: Jing Yuan prefers for things to be planned out, but he’s also excellent at improvising. And you’re essentially ordering him to improvise when you announce he accidentally got you pregnant. Well he takes the news very calmly, very properly, like a newly expecting father should. “Ah, my bad…” is what he says, with a charming smile that suggests he isn’t really sorry. I think he would encourage you to keep the baby. He’s wanted to have children with you for a while now, maybe this was fate… And he’s overjoyed when you agree that you’d like to keep the baby. He’ll treat you very well. Yes, this was an accident, but the way he behaves makes it seem like he’s been prepared for this for a long time. Truthfully he’s been wanting to have the kids discussion with you, but this works too. He wants you to know he’s fully on your side and supportive of you during your pregnancy. And he lets you know just how excited he is to meet his child. (Yanqing doesn’t know how to feel about getting a sibling lolol)
Gepard Landau: OH this poor man. He apologizes so, SO profusely, begging for your forgiveness, telling you he didn’t mean to, that it was just an accident and when you reassure him that it’s OK, he asks what you want to do next. Well. You’d like to keep the baby, to be honest. The two of you have only talked about it a bit, but you both agreed you’d like to be parents should the opportunity ever present itself, and here it was. Maybe not how you were expecting it, but it still works, right? Gepard is excited! He’s been wanting to be a father for some time now, and even if this was happening all too suddenly, and because of an accident, at least it was Happening finally! He does his best to take time off work so he can take care of you, but he’s still a busy man. He does his best though, for you, and your future child.
Luocha: doesn’t want kids. But you couldn’t possibly know that. Not from the way he smiled so calmly at you and congratulated you for your pregnancy, even if it was an accident. But inwards he’s screaming at himself. Why did he have to be so careless, and get you pregnant?! But you seemed so happy, so he’ll bite his tongue. He takes great care of you during the pregnancy process. His medical skills means he’s extra prepared for this scenario. He’s always smiling, asking how you’re feeling…he doesn’t even subtly encourage you to not want the baby or anything. But oh, deep down he’s not happy. But you’re happy. You’re more important to him. So he’ll be a father to his child. He’ll take responsibility for his actions. He sees fatherhood more as a duty…a responsibility than anything else. (Now I’m imagining a scene where he gets frustrated at his kid and tells them they were an accident and he never wished for them to exist :0) (I’m just very convinced Luocha doesn’t want to be a father)
Hehe this was a fun one…I’ll do some more guys if requested!
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luffyvace · 2 months
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Hey there brook! I hope u having a nice day! Can I ask for a luffy x heroic fem reader headcanon? by heroic I mean that she completely dedicated her life to help and save ppl and that her purpose in life, she's strong and seems cold but when u get to know her she has empathy more than anyone else, I feel like this is the perfect character that luffy would fall in love with, pure kindness hiding behind a tough facade, she doesn't even like being called a hero, yet she is willing to do anything for those in need, slaves, poor villages, she goes against anything unjust without any fear, cause thats her purpose in life (sorry if that was too long 💀)
Hi anon <33 (it makes me so happy that someone finally addressed me as that💗)
today was a very chill day 😊 thank you! How’s yours?
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Reader sounds so genuine with such a good background for a op character!!
(Don’t worry it’s not too long—I love to read:3)
Ngl luffy subconsciously sees a little bit of himself in you!!
like your hearts are so similar—gold!
of course he doesn’t directly think that way- but he feels the connection!
which is through helping!
you two never turn your backs on those who have never wronged you
its not even about if they’re on your side or not, as long as they haven’t wrong you? and they need help?
the both of you are on it 🤜🤛👍
you wanting to save others becomes admirable to more than just him, to all of the straw hats—chopper and usopp especially!
I’m gonna go ahead and say it here and now you remind both Jinbe and luffy of whitebeard and fishman island type thing
LIKE THAT’S HOW IT IS!!
Y/n is just her tbh 🤷‍♀️
and if the ops don’t like that? 🤨
🤜💥
how you like that? >:)
your strength may or may not be hereditary but either way if you don’t continue training or working out your gonna loose that strength eventually
which shows just how hard you train everyday!!
bro works harder than zoro 🗿
and we all know he don’t sleep on workin out
so y/n is a gorilla the og
its no wonder you be cookin the ops like breakfast👩‍🍳👍
this is literally turning into a rant about me being (name)’s biggest fan ok let’s move on
luffy saw you cold exterior and was like
😍😍😘🥰😘💍💋💋💋
LOLOLOL no but fr he looked straight past that
he always does- he ignored law’s and zoro’s why wouldn’t he with you-
and once he sees your true kindness???
Locked in like a booty hole 🔗
(ANYWAY I HAD TO🧍‍♀️)
yeah he pretty much busts right through that
he pretty much instantly demands you already are is nakama after that
Your empathy is what really swoops him off his feet tho
like luffy has a good sense of empathy so much so he can hear the voice of all things
and you probably can too! It’s highly likely!
(y/n could have her own anime at this point 🤷‍♀️😚)
But seriously the way he can just feel the way you long for others when they’re in pain just gets him right at the heartstrings you know?! 🥺❤️‍🩹
you comfort them so assuredly and keep your promise to win every time !!
luffy would admire himself more than he would know if he realized how alike the two of you are
tbh you probably admire luffy!!
like it’s a mutual thing, where you pretty much don’t see your own coolness you only see the other’s
so you admire each other unaware that your the same 😂💗
he absolutely adores and admires that empathetic part of you thoo!
he loves how your kind and tough
he wholeheartedly believes the strong should protect the weak, cuz that’s what a man does.
especially with nakama.
so he definitely understands your need to protect those who can’t do it for themselves
there are many times he can recall where he had to rely on others
so he loves that your the one who does that for people
and you don’t do it for the money or fame!
you don’t even view yourself as the hero and savior that bystanders see you as!
that’s so cool to him!
you background/past might’ve caused it! Like maybe you had no superhero! So you decided to become one!
he kinda looks up to you in a way 🤩
as someone who has also helped slaves and the poor he completely understands where you come from in your kindness
and it’s even cooler that you charge head on into battle for others without a second thought
that’s just how tough you are ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ
not an ounce of fear in your eyes as you walk up to someone 20x the size of you to simply get back the bread they stole from a poor little child
LIKE HOW COOL IS THAT?! 💥💥
your a super hero!! Dundun duh-duuuuuun!!
🦸‍♀️‼️🤩
you have a goal just like him!! He wants to be the king of pirates and you wanna help others!
With the type of pirate he is?, those things go hand in hand 🤝
”STRAW HAT LUFFY AND PIRATE HERO (NAME) IS HERE!! RUN AWAY!!”
says the pirates who know they’ve done wrong doing!! 😎
also excuse (name)’s lame pirate alias i couldn’t think of one 😊💖
(Name) is so cool 😎 I admire her 💓
hope you enjoyed your hcs anon!! *super heroes away🦸‍♀️🚀*
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akutasoda · 7 months
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May i request ranpo (if you want to add anyone you can because only ranpo is not much) with a s/o who always like does the glances and looks at him when they think he isn’t looking but they look because they think he’s so pretty and are almost always admiring him (they are not subtle at all 💀) like are definitely the one to look at him with the most heart eyes especially when he smiles/laughs. (As much as i wanted to request angst i decided on something cute)
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for you, my full attention
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synopsis - sometimes you wonder how you managed to just get so lucky
includes - ranpo, gin, jouno
warnings - gn!reader, fluff, teasing in jōno's, wc - 618
a/n: this is actually really adorable, i kind of didn't know if you wanted them to be already together or not so i hope you enjoy! also first submission woohoo!
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ranpo edogawa ★↷
sometimes you always wondered just what you did to get with someone like ranpo. every time you looked at him and every time you were just simply near him you couldn't help but try to contain your little squeal of excitement. i mean your gaze would always wonder to his stupidly overly pretty face when ever he was in the area.
and much to kunikida's dismay, it leaked over into your work. as you sat at your desk your attention was always drawn towards your boyfriend. whatever he was doing, you couldn't help but 'subtly' look at him and give a soft smile. you couldn't help it! you probably could admire him for the rest of your life and never get bored. and each time you thought you were being so smart and subtle about it.
but ranpo knew, i mean how could he not you did it so often. but why would he stop you from staring at the greatest detective and in his opinion the greatest boyfriend. sometimes he would look back at you just to see you quickly look away with a slight tinge of red on your cheeks. and he especially noticed whenever he was smiling you were looking at him with even softer eyes and a slightly wider smile. he made a mental note to smile more around you just to see your lovestruck stare. sometimes when he was laughing, whether from a comment from you or anything else, you wished that you could just stop time and savour that moment for the rest of your life. you truly were just the luckiest.
gin akutagawa ★↷
you never quite decided whether you preferred your girlfriend with her hair up or down. actually whatever hairstyle you couldn't help but think about how lucky you were. i mean just one look at her and you couldn't help but go into a trance, she was just so pretty!
you tried to be subtle about it, try to do small glances but they were way too often for gin not to notice. at first she was confused but after catching you a few times with that same lovestruck look, she couldn't help but get slightly red on her cheeks.
and the first time you saw her smile without her mask on. you thought you would die. and you would die happy. even when it became more common for gin to have her mask off around you, that didn't mean you would stop admiring her. it probably made it worse as now you probably would struggle to stop staring even more.
saigiku jouno ★↷
being with jouno had its ups and downs. but definitely one of those ups was being able to stare at how pretty he was without him noticing. it made you feel slightly less embarrassed about how often you stared but meant you could also tell him how pretty he was himslef.
but what he didn't tell you was that he knew when you were staring. i mean with how much your heartbeat increased it was pretty obvious. but he didn't tell you, not yet. he couldn't wait to one day tease you with it. but to you whem jouno gave you one of his genuine smiles you practically fell to your knees and if he didn't know any better he thought you would of had a heart attack.
or sometimes when the two of you were simply lounging about and you fiddled with the longer strands of hair at the front his face, you didn't have to hide your stares and you made sure he knew that he was the prettiest boy you had ever seen. shortly after getting red in the face yourself when he complimented you back.
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nevernonline · 6 months
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Hello, I was wondering if I could make a request for Seventeen 🥺🥺, how would he react to seeing you breastfeed your baby in front of him?🫣
hiii nonnie!! of course <3 I'm sorry this took a second keke. I was nervous to make it feel right, thank you sm for the rec!!
I just did coups-hoshi for now so it's not too long if you want some more lmk &lt;3
SVT's reactions to you seeing you breastfeeding and taking care of your child in front of them:
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choi seungcheol:
he would melt immediately!! ik this man would be the biggest softie seeing his two loves enjoying themselves.
I can picture him catching his s/o off guard while they're casually resting as he comes home excited to see the two of them 😭
would come over to them without even saying hello verbally just giving a small kiss on each of their heads to join them sitting adjacent and watching with his little smile.
obvi the queen kkuma would come to enjoy being with her now larger family. (she is the light of MY life)
kkuma and baby cheol matching hair clips, when tbh?? (why can I write all day abt dad cheol idk??)
yoon jeonghan:
would be amazed he met someone who actually wanted to raise his child. not because he didn't think anyone would, just because he knows it has to be hard staying home while he works.
he would tend HAND AND FOOT while they take care of the baby, they worked hard so he would be working his ass off making them both so so happy.
constantly found giggling and buying the baby the cutest little gifts and playing with their sylvanian families families together.
seeing his s/o breastfeeding would def not be a surprise to him!! he'd be so happy that they just feel comfortable sharing the entire experience with him.
hong jisoo:
im so sorry shua as a dad would make me melt fr??
i can't even imagine the matching daddy x baby fits.
he'd sing softly to the baby while his s/o breastfeeds
Joshua def would make their s/o a killer ass playlist for while they feed just so the baby can have a chill time during feeding and so!! his s/o constantly thinks about them while they're doing so if he's not present.
hover dad <3 but in the best way!! knows he's busy so any little chance he can have to spend with his family he takes.
would be so excited about their child's first trip on a plane, probably to visit la and introduce them to the "LA Vibes"
100% best dad and husband a person could want.
wen junhui:
absolutely has read so many parenting books to understand how much goes into the process so he is always informed and not asking you too many questions if you're stressed.
when he saw you breastfeeding for the first time, he'd definitely be intrigued not in a seggsy way just in a genuine curiosity type of way.
he'd be really clingy asking you if you need his help for anything, pumping, diaper changing, etc.
above and beyond dad type like his s/o wouldn't even know what hit him.
him trying to teach your newborn his name >>>
playing you and your baby sweet piano medley's while plastering his cute smile all over the room.
def would enjoy sharing baby food
NEVER leaving your side, but in a helpful way, he'd def drop everything to be by your side like the best partner ever???
kwon soonyoung:
he's the mom 100%
I can picture him just literally going mush over the fact he has a child?? like??
would be tactile as hell to you while you breastfed, just crawling in the chair behind you to wrap his arms around you and his child, he has to be a part of it ALL.
showing everyone photos and videos 24/7 of the family he created. like he's so PROUD!!
compares his and his s/o's baby photos to see who their child looks like more and even if it isn't him, finds the smallest comparison to his features and gives them a nickname from birth based on that.
maybe a clumsy father at times but in the most endearing way.
makes choreography to cool baby songs and shows them off while his s/o feeds their baby for entertainment.
sings really soft and sweet love songs over a baby monitor.
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silkythewriter · 15 days
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Hi there I saw that your doing death note and it’s my fav anime so I was thinking for some headcannons for L with a older sister who is the complete opposite of him and comes to Japan to see him when the Kira case is happening and doesn’t take anything seriously and is just flirting with the task force and Misa and knows Light is Kira and says it all the time
(I have a death oc like this and I thought it would be cool)
Thank you bye
✬Being L’s older Sister!✬
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Warnings!: grammer, spelling mistakes! May be a bit OOC!
Fandom!: Death Note!
Author note!: AH HELLO!!!! (⊃。•́‿•̀。)⊃YOUR MY FIRST DEATH NOTE REQUESTER THANK YOU SO SO SO SO MUCH!!! I REALLY HOPE YOU ENJOY ٩(ᐛ)و
Summary!: Being L’s older flirty sister!(who doesn’t take much seriously!)
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“if you see my sister Evelyn
Tell that girl to hurry home again!
Where oh where'd my sister Evelyn go?”
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Everyone was in shock the first time he introduced you, most likely by accident ( ̄▽ ̄💧)
Really!, the first time you walked in and hugged L while ruffling his hair made everyone baffled. I mean, L keeps everyone at arms length so to see him let you do it with no expression shocked everyone.
“There’s my favorite little brother!” You cooed as you pitched his cheeks teasingly. “I’m your only little brother Y/n.”
Everyone genuinely just stared, especially light, as you two bickered like, well, siblings!
“ shouldn’t you respect your elders or something!” You said crossing your arms at the dark haired man. “Well, yes, but considering how ancient you are, your probably considered a fossil by now.” He snickered softly.
L, snickering is a rare sight in of itself, L bantering, now that’s a new game feild!
Of course, L takes extra precautions when it comes to you. Especially with his suspicions of light being Kira, and Misa. So he makes sure to use some kind of nickname, or fake name of your choosing.
In all honesty your flirty attitude shocks everyone, especially form how polar opposite’s you and L are compared to each other. From personality wise, to even speaking wise.
MATSUBA WOULD ESPECIALLY BE BASHFUL AND FLUSTER AROUND YOU(≧▽≦)
I honestly see L sharing one of his toppings with you, like a cherry or strawberry!, he only does it when you lounge around while he’s looking over the information he has so far. Almost absentmindedly, though for a piece of his actual dessert is harder to have then catching Kira…(¬_¬)
This doesn’t mean he doesn’t have a soft spot for you though!, as you are the only thing he has to consider family, you mean a great deal to him. That’s why he’s wary of having you by his side on your visit due to the risks.
But once proven you can handle your own and not let your real name nor any other info he’d be a bit more willing to have you around the task force!
Adding onto that, you catching on to L’s suspicious of light being Kira definitely helps your case. But it takes everyone by surprise when you casually blurt it out without a care.
“I bet a strawberry short cake light is Kira” you say swiveling around the in the rolling chair as everyone turns to face you. L especially, A bit surprised but not stunned only muttered out a response “Deal.”
Misa is so happy to see another girl around! But not so much about you siding with L, that light is Kira. But she quickly shoved that aside to become friends!
She does like talking a lot so please be warned before you talk to her, especially about light.
She loves some playful flirting!, and she’s willing to do it but also is quick to make sure to tell light it’s nothing serious(like he cares much). She calls you some cute nicknames!, you guys are probably quick to become friends.
As for light himself, he’s quite wary of you at first, are you another L?, we’re you after him too? How’d you suspect him so quickly?. He ‘s put off by you, but at the same time keeps his acts up as the innocent deputy’s son.
He’s not sure if he should concider you a threat or not, you don’t take the investigation seriously much, but as well are quick to point the finger at him. Your on a gray line with him due to this, he keeps his guard up, but tries to play it off so no one gets suspicious.
Even in tense situations during the investigation you still have a way of calming L, mostly by your calm composure. It makes him feel a bit better
And having someone siding with him during the investigation without question is a big comfort as-well!
Going back to the flirting part, I do think L does get a bit wary. Not necessarily with you, but the task force as he wants them to focus on the case. But also as a brother he is protective of you and watching people get flustered by your flirty comments is something he doesn’t necessarily enjoy seeing. But at the same time he doesn’t do much to stop you, just kinda glares with his unsettling wide eyes at the person who is bright red.
“Y/n, please leave Mogi alone, he look’s red” L said bluntly. “Awww, cmon I’m just having some fun” you said waving him off before retreating to your chair to let him get back to work.
Poking at L’s face repeatedly to get him to take a break is a common occurrence, but if he’s coming to a break through he will push your hand away and push your rolling chair as far as he can. (╥_╥)
L loves you a ton, and although his almost unchanging face and beady eyes feel like other wise you read him like a book and can tell he does care!. It’s nice having someone that cares about him outside of watari. This case is probably the most if not only hardest case to come to date, so having som support is genuinely helpful.
Speaking of watari, depending on your relationship with him he’d love you!, of course since you are L’s older sister he will treat you with the same respect he has for L. And will do his best for your safety as he knows what you mean to L.
He does lecture you two about getting along some times though (。ﹷ ‸ ﹷ ✿)
Honestly most of the task force thought that he was actually the older sibling and you the youngest at first glance.
I imagine after you and L have an argument like any sibling does. Although getting into an argument is hard due to his monotone voice. He makes up by it in sweets, though it’ll probably end up with him stealing some after he finished his.
It’s also nice having a second opinion, like voicing what you think the evidence is leading to, or your thoughts on the investigation so far. It makes a thought provoking experience for him.
Please force this man to get some rest cause with those dark circles under his eyes he looks 10 years older then you 😭
Overall he really does care for you, and sure you may not see it. But due to the Kira case he will keep a closer eye on you, older sister or not. He takes it upon himself to keep you safe!, even if you banter like you were still young! (•̀ᴗ•́)و
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GRAHHH TYSM FOR BEING MY FIRST DEATH NOTE REQUEST I AM SO GREATFUL PLEASE COME AGAIN!
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itsmarsss · 2 months
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The World-Famous Annual Heffley Puppet Show [Rodrick Heffley x Reader] (Diary of a Wimpy Kid)
(~from the vault~)
Susan invites you to watch one of the Heffley's weird annual traditions, and you're expecting anything but this.
Word Count: 1,479
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Dating Rodrick Heffley was… an experience. Not in a bad way at all, it was only that it could be… weird, for lack of a better word to describe it, at times. Like right now, for instance, when you were sitting in his living room while his parents told an extremely over-complicated story through… puppets.
You weren’t exactly sure how you'd gotten yourself into this situation. Okay, well, that was a lie, actually.
Susan had been incredibly persistent about you coming to the ‘World-Famous Annual Heffley Puppet Show’, as she made sure to announce extravagantly, adamant about you being present to witness the oh-so-great performance, and, despite Rodrick´s ridiculous attempts at making faces at you from behind her that quietly told you to not, in any occasion, agree to it, you just couldn’t get yourself to say no.
“Why would you say yes? You could have just said your grandma just died or something!” Rodrick questioned you, exhasperated.
“Dude! Don’t say that about my grandma!”
“Okay sorry. But you could’ve said absolutely anything! Anything!"
“I tried! She kept finding solutions! She even said she’d move the date up.”
“She said that?”
“Yeah. Why?"
“Shit. She’s never moved the date before. She really wants you to go.”
“Why is that?"
“No idea. I think she just really likes you."
“Why do you sound so shocked about that?”
“She’s never really liked any of the girls I went out with.”
“Okay, James Dean. You’ve gone out with like one girl before me when you were like sixteen.”
“Hey I got laid! Occasionally.”
“Ew."
“It’s true!”
“Yeah right.”
“Fine. I got laid twice. Happy?"
You shrugged, grinning at him as you poked fun at him some more.
"Well now that you said yes to her I guess we’re gonna have to go.”
“It can’t be that bad!”
It could. It definitely, 100%, without a doubt, could. The ‘performance’ had been going on for about half an hour now, and it didn’t look like it was heading towards an end any time soon. You were all sitting in chairs, which were lined up in front of the couch, your seat between Rodrick's and Greg's, with Rowley by Greg’s left and Manny by Rodrick’s right.
Okay, yeah, maybe this time you should have listened to Rodrick.
You really, really tried, but you could not, as much as you desperately wanted to, figure out the plot of the story Mr. and Mrs. Heffley were trying to tell. It had something to do with dragons and fried chicken and at some point you could swear there was a clown. How any of that tied up together was beyond you, and, as you could see, Rodrick and Greg too.
The only ones who seemed to be having any fun at all were Manny, who was standing up and clapping like crazy throughout the entire thing, probably props to the very questionable voices his parents were making for the ridiculous amount of different characters that seemed to progressively look worse in appearance as they showed up, and Rowley, who also didn’t seem to understand any of it, but looked entertained nonetheless, occasionally even shooting Greg a few comments, to which Greg just smiled and mumbled something incoherent under his breath in response.
You leaned over to Rodrick, who was wide-eyed at this point, looking borderline terrified at the scene that unfolded in front of him. “You said it was bad, not that it was gonna give me nightmares!” You whispered.
He looked genuinely embarrassed, and for Rodrick Heffley to be embarrassed of something, oh that was something. “I tried to warn you!”
“What are you guys talking about?” Greg whispered too, making himself a part of the conversation.
“Shut up dickhead,” Rodrick let out under his breath, to which Greg replied by sticking his tongue out at him, earning a middle finger in response. Oh, brothely love.
“Do you guys really have to go through this every year?”
They both nodded. “It’s like it gets more terrifying every year,” Greg commented, and you took a quick glance back at the couch, where Mr. and Mrs. Heflley were crouched behind. Apparently a pig who was wearing a bow tie was hunting down a rabbit for sweets now.
“Do you guys think they’d notice if we left?” Greg asked and you pondered on it. Then you had an idea.
You turned to face your boyfriend. “Okay look. You gotta be fast alright? And you can't let your mom be upset at me."
“What?” Rodrick questioned you, finally managing to look away from the trance the puppet show had kept his eyes in.
“When I say I gotta go you say you’re coming with me.”
He nodded, though he hadn't really gotten the gist of where you were going with that.
“Wait can I come?”
“No,” Rodrick promptly replied.
“Come on give him a break," you nudged his arm, to which he rolled his eyes, letting out a sigh.
“Fine. But only ‘cause she asked.”
Greg smiled, looking at you. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”
“Alright we gotta get out fast. Just grab Rowley with ya.”
Greg nodded in understandment.
“Hey Mrs. Heffley?” You spoke up.
The voices stopped. You were already grateful just for that moment of silence. Susan’s head appeared from behind the sofa. “Yes dear? Something wrong?”
“I'm really sorry, but um I really need to head home, I think.”
“Oh but we’re only halfway through-”
“I’ll take her home!” Rodrick exclaimed at lightspeed, yanking you by your wrist and sprinting towards the front door.
“We’ll come with!” Greg yelled too, doing the same with Rowley, leaving only Manny as an audience for the remainder of the story.
“But-”
“Bye! Thnak you for inviting me!” You yelled over, already out by the front yard.
“Uh- bye sweetie!”
You got to Rodrick’s van, which was parked on the street, all panting and out of breath from running so fast.
“Okay, get in demon spawn.” Rodrick unlocked the back door and waiting for the boys to enter.
“Hey!” You exclaimed in feighened offense.
“Not you. You’re a… sexy little demon...ess,” he smirked, knowing he’d get a laugh out of you.
You could hear Greg and Rowley say ‘ew’ from the back as you got in the car.
“I agrre with them, ew. I think I prefer demon spawn.”
Rodrick got in himself, turning the engine on. “Okay any ideas?”
“Can we go to Chipotle?” Rowley asked.
“No we should go to Taco Bell!” Greg yelled, and they immediately started arguing about it, talking over each other so loud you couldn’t understand a single word they were saying.
“Hey! Dickheads! Shut up!” Rodrick yelled, and, surprisingly, they did. “Y/n chooses.”
“What? Why?” Greg asked, offended.
“She has girlfriend privileges!”
You laughed at Greg’s angry expression. “Well I think we should go to Subway.”
“We’re not going to Subway." Rodrick deadpanned.
“What? You said I had girlfriend privileges!”
“Not if you choose fucking Subway!”
“Fine. Domino’s?”
“That's a decent option!” He smiled, and started driving.
You got yourselves a large pizza, Greg and Rowley quick to leave the table and go chase after each other around the place.
“You have grease on your chin,” you informed Rodrick when you looked at him. He wiped it off, his mouth full of food. He tried to say something, but quit as soon as he started, the sound muffled.
“Dude swallow the pizza first, that’s gross!”
He did so before trying again. “I said thank you.”
“It was looking all greasy and gross!"
"Oh shut up," he smiled at your teasing. "I meant for saying yes to my mom. She was actually like super excited about it.”
You furrowed your eyebrows together, confused. “Wait I thought you wanted me to say no.”
“Well yeah. But she clearly liked that you did go or whatever. She likes you.”
“That good?”
He shrugged his shoulders. “I guess. Maybe he won’t be so up our asses if she likes you.”
“Well you’re very welcome. Cause that was… something.”
He laughed. “You thought that was bad? You should see the Christmas one.”
There was no way. “They do a Christmas puppet show too?”
“Oh no it’s much worse. They actually act in it.”
“Jesus.”
“Yeah. And you’re officially invited by me.”
“Oh no don’t bring me into this again-”
“Too late! I-” he took a sip of his soda- “will be telling my mom you had a wonderful time today, and you were so, so bummed you had to go home early!”
“You’re a jerk!”
“What's that I hear? You’d be thrilled to attend the Yearly Heffley Christmas Play?"
“I hate you.”
“No you don’t.”
You smiled. You supposed you signed up for weirdness the moment you said yes to dating Rodrick Heflley of all people.
“I do, actually!”
He smiled at you. No, you don't.
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A/N: heyy rewrote some thingies but its mostly the same as when i first wrote it. so here ya go with some more rodrick content! :)
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doukeshi-kun · 9 months
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𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙛✗𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙚, 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙡 𝙬𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙚
featuring ⨳ stalker!nikolai gogol x fem!reader
synopsis ⨳ “I flirt with my woman by chasing her with a knife, dearest. And she likes it. She loves it. She loves it so much that she can't stop thinking about it. She thinks of her chaser so much that her pretty brain can't hold all the thoughts she had about him that she has to put it all down into her little journal.” Nikolai presses his knife a bit harder, “She likes it.”
contents ⨳ stalker au, 18+ content, dark content, harsh languages, very dubious consent, predator/prey dynamics, threats, manipulation, rough semi-public unprotected s*x, horror descriptions, repetitions are intentional, masochism, violence, impact play, oral (both receiving), knife play, hints of ‘exhibitionist’, light mindbreak, very toxic relationship, obsessive and possessive behaviour, dead dove do not eat
notes ⨳ stupid ass labels ruin my hardwork. thanks a lot. now i have a reason to post this draft. fyi this is a part 2 of my stalker nikolai au
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❝ Day 6 of him not being outside my house.
One more night and it will be officially a week since he last came here. Truthfully, dear diary, I know I should feel relieved and happy that one threat to my life is gone, even if it's temporary.
But I think he fucked me so hard that he fucked my head too.
I can't stop thinking about him. Not in a bad way. I just can't get him out of my head. Every fucking time, I find myself looking at my phone at work because I hope he texted me creepy messages. I purposely wear short clothes when I'm out in the living room because I want to tease him. I don't even lock my doors, hell, I even leave my wardrobe slightly open.
Why why why why am I acting like this? I'm losing my logical sense! I should not do those stuff! I should not rile a fucking murderer! No normal human would think of walking around their house topless, nipples out, perked and shit, just for their fucking stalker to see!
I blame my fucking hormones.
Maybe he's right. Maybe I'm a whore this whole time.
I am ashamed of myself.
I am also ashamed that I actually wait for him to barge in my house again. I want to experience that first night when he first talked to me as Kolya. I want him to wat no no what the fuck am I writing
Anyway, dear diary, I'm quite excited about this weekend. I will go out to have a drink— actually we'll get fucking drunk so fuck yea
I wouldn't call myself a lonely person, but I do... have very few friends. Maybe it's because of my weird hobby. Maybe it's just my social skills. But, putting that aside, I am quite happy that I am actually invited to go.
Because nobody invites me that often. pathetic bitch
And very rarely do people take my invitation to go on some horror adventures with me. I could count on one hand how many people have come with me to enjoy those scary things.
Maybe I should put myself out there. I can't stay this aloof and alone without a companion, or a genuine genuine friendship. Romance is one thing, but to be honest, having a deep friendship is beautiful too.
I hope I can have a best friend. Maybe one day. If I don't fuck myself up in my life so badly, that is. ❞
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Synovus: A Wishing Star
[Canonically, this takes place before ‘Call Me Menace’ - which is why there’s a notable lack of Alexandria and Minerva in this segment. This was requested by an Anon, with the prompt of Synovus being asked for by a Make a Wish child, through the Make a Wish foundation.]
[Trigger warnings for childhood cancer, descriptions of illness and hospitals, and discussions of suicide. Reference is also made to the possibility of substance abuse. Unlike most of my writing, for this, I cannot promise you will find this ending happy.]
“Your name came up today,” Rosie called up to you, laboriously walking laps around the cafeteria.
“Of course it did.” You replied laconically, keeping a careful eye on her progress from a perch in the rafters. Your shadows were ready to catch and steady her if she stumbled, though you both pretended you were too occupied with your knitting. “I am an incredibly interesting person. On a completely unrelated note, tell Dr. Grouch that he will receive payment shortly.”
That wasn’t an epithet, ‘Dr. Grouch.’ It was genuinely the man’s name. Dr. Jeremy Grouch, a pediatric cancer specialist, who had the good fortune of being the best choice for you to kidnap when Rosie had finally told you why she’d been half-joking about retirement. He was no longer your ‘guest,’ having returned to the mainland full time a few weeks prior, but he still communicated with Rosie quite often.
A bark of laughter had Rosie pausing, out of breath, to brace herself against the wall. She turned to rest her back against it, but since she didn’t sit, you didn’t jump down to see if she was alright. Even if you had stopped knitting.
“Not for the money.” Rosie assured you, when she had caught her breath enough to reply without wheezing. “He thinks you’re more than generous.”
“Dr. Grouch could stand to live up to his name a bit more.” You tsk’ed, “I kidnapped him, forced him to work for me. He didn’t even haggle.”
Not that this would have done him much good in the beginning. Historically, you did not respond well to threats or extortion. But you did respect a good hustle, and you were fairly certain that Dr. Grouch had been aware he could’ve pushed for more of a reward once Rosie was declared in remission. He hadn’t taken the opportunity.
“He isn’t hurting for wealth.” Rosie pointed out. The sardonic note to her voice had made you smile. You and your minions were in the business of exploiting greed and committing evils, but that did not make any of you less inclined to judge others for anything less than your own morality demanded. And that often included each other.
But Rosie’s tone shifted, becoming something lighter, “He said one of his patients asked to meet you.”
“What?”
“One of his patients wants to meet you.” Rosie repeated patiently. “Wished for it, even.”
You forced your tone to remain light, glad you were up in the rafters where she couldn’t see your body language. “Well, there’s a rarity. How many people ever say ‘I wish to meet Synovus?’”
Rosie sighed. “Usually just people who want to kill you.”
“Are we certain that isn’t what the child wants? I’m assuming it’s a child, adults usually know better.” You picked up another stitch, fumbled it, did it again. This time it stuck.
It wasn’t the idea of a child trying to kill you that had you so… disoriented. You’d been responsible for the deaths of a lot of parents over the years - you wouldn’t be surprised if there had been hundreds of vendettas sworn against you, or all villain kind, or even the heroes who had failed to stop you, over the years. But kids - children - you had a soft spot for.
You remembered too clearly what it was like to be young, sheltered, and out of control of your life. It was debatable, some days, how much of that still applied to you in some way or another.
“I’d bet on the kid.” Rosie remarked.
“I-“ You twirled one knitting needle, intending to point it at her, and snagged it in the trailing end of your yarn instead. It didn’t matter, because she couldn’t see you. “- take offense on the child’s behalf that you would doubt them.”
“Oh yeah?” Rosie perked up, “Offended enough to defend their honor in person?”
Frowning, you set down your knitting again. “What are you asking me here, Rosie?”
“I want to know if you’ll honor the kid’s Wish.”
There was something in the way she said it that gave you pause. You mulled it over.
“When you say ‘wish,’ you don’t just mean a general expressed desire, do you.”
It wasn’t much of a question, but Rosie answered anyway, “Nope. I mean the Wish. Apparently they hadn’t wanted to say anything, because they didn’t think anyone would let them, but they were talking to Dr. Grouch, and asked where he’d been -“
You groaned. You’d been assured of his adherence to HIPAA, but hadn’t pushed too hard on the ‘never tell anyone where you’ve been, ever, on pain of excruciatingly over described death’ angle. Maybe you should’ve.
“- yeah, I know, but apparently he only told the kid and asked them to keep it a secret, and the kid ‘lit up like it was Christmas.’” Rosie relayed this information, complete with air quotes, without moving from the wall.
To avoid thinking about the idea of being anyone’s last, true Wish - the big W, the heart’s desire, the crown of a bucket list - you instead thought about how Rosie had trapped you. You couldn’t just disappear because then she’d be alone, and could still collapse. You couldn’t call her physical therapy completed for the day yet either, because she hadn’t finished this lap.
Evil, your minions. Absolutely evil.
You sighed, sure Rosie would feel it, even if she couldn’t hear it at this distance. “Very well.” You conceded, morose. “When are we meeting this little miscreant?”
—-
Hospitals were not easy for you to break into. Not when you were in costume, at least. You could get terrifyingly far in a white coat with a coffee cup and a clipboard, but that came down to timing and confidence and an aura of ‘fuck off, I am incredibly busy’ that you’ve always felt most doctors cultivated on purpose.
That didn’t really work when you were in all black with a cape and a helmet. And this was a children’s cancer ward, so it wasn’t like you could just wait till everyone went home. Windows didn’t open up here either.
So you’d had Dr. Grouch let you in from the helipad on the roof.
“You’ve taken the precautions I requested?” He asked, as you paused outside of the ward itself. “Fully clean, as you would have for Ms. Rosie? You will not touch anything you do not have to, and will call for assistance if she seems overwrought?”
“Yes, Dr. Grouch.” You replied, accepting another antiseptic wipe for your gloves. “I am here to answer a summons. That is all. I swear that your charge will not come to harm from me.”
You did not point out he had been the one to arrange this meeting. His face made a strange expression, as though he were surprised, and surprised at being surprised, and a bit disappointed in himself for that sequence of events. Still, he recovered quickly.
“At least I do not have to remind you to wear a mask.” He granted, in an attempt at levity. Luckily for you both, you didn’t actually need to reply, because he was already triggering the ward doors for you to enter.
While Grouch moved to the ward station, motioning to calm the various staff on duty, you moved with purpose for the room you’d been directed to earlier. Grouch was telling the staff that he’d found someone willing to stand in for you, as a way of reassuring them. You weren’t sure they’d buy it, but it really wasn’t your problem for the moment.
You moved quietly. You weren’t sure whether or which other rooms were occupied, and you didn’t intend to scare anyone who hadn’t requested to see you tonight. For that same reason, you double checked the number on the door you opened, and lifted it faintly on its hinges, that it would open smoothly and as silently as you could make it.
The room beyond was dim, if not completely dark. The corridor behind you was also dimmed for the night cycle, trying to give the ward’s occupants a chance at sleeping, though the ward station was still well-illuminated. You made sure its light wouldn’t give you a halo or shadow as you entered, and quietly shut the door behind yourself.
You aren’t familiar enough with hospitals to say whether this room is average or not. Tiled floors, the bed that is also a gurney, sparse furniture, windows on the far wall. There are signs of life here, in the form of some decaying flowers on the dresser, with several cards propped around their vase where the bed’s occupant can see. A television is mounted near the ceiling on an extendable arm, but it’s off for now.
There’s a few sources of dim light - the distant aura of the streetlights casts the bars supporting the windows on the wall across from the bed. A floor light illuminates the tile enough to show any potential tripping hazards. The odd blinking light on the medical equipment provides a dash of color to the gloom.
And in the bed, there is a lump curled on its side, as far as the IV line and monitors will allow it, blankets pulled tight over the shoulder and tucked near the chin. Dr. Grouch told you some basics about the patient before you reached this floor, so you know who you are supposed to be meeting. You feel bad for waking her, but you’ve been assured she doesn’t sleep well anyway, and is likely awake. Judging by the faint rustling of a body’s small movements, that judgement was accurate.
You are reminded of Dr. Grouch’s planned lie, out in the hall. You do not want this child to think they are being tricked. So you stay where you are, in the deeper shadow of the door-well, and you summon your shadows to life.
The window frame shadows make an excellent trellis for your branching additions - they stretch out, forming words in deeper darkness than the natural shadow from which they are woven. If you are mistaken, if this is the wrong room, if the girl sleeps, you won’t have disturbed them.
But you see the streetlight illuminate the planes of a too-sharp face as it turns to focus bleary eyes on what you’ve written.
Hello, Loralai.
At fourteen years old, Loralai should still have the roundness of youth. She does not. Nor is she quite skeletal, despite the advanced nature of her illness. It almost seems, in the half light, as though a slight push would be all that was necessary to send her in either direction: back to the hale softness of health, or further on to the sharp stillness of death.
She blinks. Her eyes widen, then narrow, then widen again. You belatedly wonder if perhaps she needs glasses. Or what if she’s dyslexic? Your shadow-words are hardly the easiest things to read. Damn it, Synovus, now is not the time for posturing and-
“Synovus?” Asks a breathless, whispering voice.
“In the flesh.” You reply, because you are a melodramatic moron. Still, your voice is quiet, and you remain unmoving.
There’s some more rustling. The bed is already mostly elevated, so Loralai doesn’t need to try and sit up so much as readjust how she’s sitting. There’s a click of a lamp - and then there’s a real light source in the room, even if it’s dulled by the lampshade.
You step forward as Loralai rubs the spots from her vision with one hand. There’s an IV catheter taped to the back of it from some recent event, the bruising around it just beginning to ripen. You don’t remember what that might mean, if anything.
As she gets her vision back and examines you, you turn your helmet, pretending to survey the room. Eyes bright with curiosity flick from the helmet to the cape to the patterns of padding over your torso. She does not seem scared, but then, why would she be? Dr. Grouch had informed you she was well aware her case was terminal. You may be a specter of death to some people, but this child has already started staring down the real thing.
“You are Loralai Weber?” You ask, turning back to face her directly.
She nods, leaning back against her pillows. You can see exhaustion on every line of her too-young face, but it seems not to have any power over her at the moment. “Yes. I didn’t think you’d actually come to see me.”
You gesture aimlessly, “I am not often asked for.” You reply candidly. “You’ve piqued my interest. And.. one could say I was in the neighborhood.”
Loralai’s expression brightens, “Are you going to attack the hospital?”
You frown. The prospect seems to excite her. Still, you keep your voice casual, noncommittal, “Not tonight, at least.”
“Damn.” Loralai sounds disappointed now. You muffle your amusement at her cursing as she continues, “Any time soon, maybe? Like, in the next week?”
She can’t see you raise your brows, so you tilt your head to one side, “You sound almost hopeful, Ms. Weber. Why could that be?”
Loralai averts her gaze for a moment, plucking slowly at the top blanket of her bed. This is the moment of truth, really. You spent hours trying to figure out what you might be asked for:
Could you kill someone for her? A doctor, a nurse, another patient who was really annoying? Or could you attack the hospital, so she could help you wreak havoc, and have the chance to feel as powerful as a Villain? Alternatively, what if she were the one to stop you? You were dreading the deathbed request that you ‘turn good,’ but that doesn’t seem to be forthcoming. Maybe she simply wishes to witness a hero battle up close, and needs you to initiate it. Or-
“I want you to kill me.”
You freeze. Most of you, anyway, as your stomach seems to have left out the ground floor entrance. You had not anticipated this. You feel like you should have.
Remorseless for your shock, Loralai continues, managing to look directly at your helmet face as her words spill over each other, “I know I’m dying, and that I don’t have long left, but I’ve been dying for months, and I just feel worse and worse every day, and I - I want to die fast, not slow. I want it to be over. You - you could make it quick for me, couldn’t you?”
You have not been inclined towards religion for a very long time. Yet, in this moment, you see the appeal of dropping to your knees and offering a fervent prayer of gratitude to whoever or whatever might be listening that you gave Dr. Grouch your word in the hall. You do not want to answer Loralai’s question, or know what your answer would be. You refuse to acknowledge the burgeoning answer within you.
The horror of it all still threatens to overwhelm you. The shadows in the room thicken, automatically reaching for you to provide shelter from unfortunate truths and uncomfortable conversation. This is why she asked for you. Because you are evil. Because you are terrible enough to meet a child face to face and kill them at their own request. Because you are not beholden to law, morality, or sympathy.
The black pit of despair yawns, and it is only by the barest shred of your willpower that you stay out of it - as awful as you feel in this moment, as much as you know you have only delayed your own suffering, the fact remains: you are not the one dying here.
It does not matter how you feel, looking at someone younger than you were when you finally found freedom, and knowing they will never reach the same age, the same feeling. It does not matter how you feel about their request. Loralai Weber sits in a hospital bed, terminal at 14 years old, and she is suffering badly enough to seek the Scourge of the West Coast.
So you scrape yourself together, and move to the end of her bed.
“May I sit?”
Loralai nods, brow still furrowed, and shuffles her feet so you can avoid accidentally sitting on them. You perch there, partially leaning on the rail at the foot of the bed, and watch her for a long moment.
“Yes.” You say, finally. “I could make your death swift. There is little you could do to stop me.”
You have Loralai’s undivided attention. When you stop speaking, she waits. The clearer it becomes that you will not say more, the further her face falls. “Could.” She says tonelessly. “But won’t.”
“No.” You confirm quietly. “I will not.”
“Why?” Loralai cries. She tries to gesture to herself, to the room that she’s in. “You’ve killed so many people! What’s one more to you? Why not me? Is it - do you want me to suffer, is that it? Would this be too merciful for you?”
You let her yell, and gesture, even when she comes within several inches of you. “No, Loralai. I do not want you to suffer. But nor do I think this would be an act of mercy.” You avoid addressing the issue of your body count.
Loralai looks offended and confused, gaping at you for a moment. “Does this look like a life worth living?” She demands.
Your answer is without hesitation, “Yes.”
The girl’s face contorts with incredulity, then despair, then anger. Her eyes are increasingly red-rimmed, and there’s a wet quality to her wavering voice when she responds, “Fuck you.”
Grimly, you brace yourself for much worse before the night is over. She hasn’t ordered you out yet, so you have to attempt to explain. Even if you cannot give her what she wants, you can be an outlet for her anger, and the face she cannot show to her doctors.
“There are cards on the dresser.” You point out.
“Classmates I’ve never even met.” Loralai responds flatly.
“Flowers, too.”
“Another parent bought some for the whole floor after their kid bit it. It’s a pity gift to make them feel better, nothing to do with me.”
“You still have family.”
“So they should get the honor and joy of watching me die? Paying a fortune for every extra hour I sit here and wait for it to be my turn?”
“It is worth it, to them.” You explain, matter-of-fact. “Every penny. Every extra shift. Every loan. Every night on your fold-out couch. How did you convince your mother not to be here tonight?”
Loralai flinches. “She has a bad back.” She mutters, “She - it’s better for her to be home, in a real bed. And so what if it’s worth it to them? What if it’s not worth it to me? Can’t I choose how and when I die?”
You sigh, “If that were true, the world would be full of immortals. And suicides. You realize that is what you asked of me, yes? An assisted suicide?”
Loralai draws back at the word, but doesn’t deny it. “It’s not like it would be anything new for you.”
The truth of that statement is painful. For a moment, you hear a distant ringing with no physical source. You are acutely aware of the shadows in this room - their patterns under the bed, on the wall, the sky behind the window, in the spaces under your skin-
“I am not your tool.” You rasp, before remembering that Loralai couldn’t possibly know about your past. She is a teenager. A hurt one. They always have a gift for striking true, even when they lash out blindly.
You take a deep breath, and suppress the shadows again. You don’t want to know how far up your arms they reached before you regained your senses. “And I will not be baited into killing you either. You are right - I’ve killed. Plenty. I will again. But I do so for my own reasons, and not because someone asks me to. You asked for me by name, Ms. Weber, out of all of the villains on the West Coast, so I’m guessing you know that.”
Loralai opens her mouth to respond - then looks away.
“You have every right to be angry.” You continue into the silence, “With me, with the people around you. With the doctors and nurses for how often they check in and the poking and prodding they do. With the kitchen for the quality of the hospital food. With your parents for not sparing you this life, or being overbearing in their concern, or not being able to balance what it is you really need.”
You pause. Loralai doesn’t respond. You continue, “I would be angry. I would be furious with every car that passed by and honked its horn, because I’m stuck up here dying, and they only care about the stupid traffic. And I would be even more angry about the fact I can’t tell anyone that without becoming the bad guy, who can’t take their situation with grace.”
“But you won’t kill me.” Loralai says finally, “Before I do something I regret. Or become a husk of myself.”
This time, it’s your turn to remain silent. Loralai turns to look at you, even if she can’t find your eyes in the mask. She’s crying now, but so far managing to hold off actual sobs, “Why can’t I be selfish? Just once?”
You offer her your hands, and aren’t surprised or offended when she doesn’t take them.
“You should be selfish.” You tell her, and the ferocity in your voice takes her aback. “You should be as selfish and greedy as you can. You should seize every moment - every conversation with your parents, every breath of conditioned air, every chance you get to actually smile. Even if you only get one more of those, Loralai, it’s one more than you would get if I did what you’ve asked. Dying isn’t selfish. It isn’t selfless either. It just is, the same way taxes are due and commercials always take too long and the drivers outside your window have road rage. It’ll happen whether you want it to or not. Don’t lean into it.”
Converse to your own advice, you lean towards Loralai, adding, “Kick the bastard in the balls.”
On reflex, she gives you a confused, watery half-smile.
“Yes!” You cry, as though this is a great victory. “Just like that! Rip and tear your joy from the universe.”
That wins you a snort - though the amusement doesn’t last.
“I’m not strong enough to do that.” Loralai deflects, turning a hand over in your general direction. “I’m not like you. I can’t literally steal happiness from - banks, or whatever it is you rob.”
“Banks.” You admit, “Though usually their corporate offices instead of the average buildings. Irrelevant, however: how many of my fights do you actually see me win?”
Loralai frowned. “Uh….”
You don’t leave her hanging long, “It depends on your definition of ‘victory’ really - but if I count it like the heroes do, where a victory is when I have my opponent in my custody, I haven’t won a single fight in over ten years. My track record is abysmal.”
(This is not strictly true - but it does count for your fights with heroes. Interpersonal villain matters you handle rarely make the news.)
“So, what, you’re bad at your job?” Loralai says bluntly, sarcasm tingeing her voice.
“I’m fantastic at my job.” You can’t help the rebuttal, it’s too much in your nature. “Because even if I don’t take down the hero who comes after me - and let’s face it, they’ll keep sending them endlessly, it’s exhausting - I still do what I set out to do. Sometimes that’s steal something. Kill someone. Make a scene. On bad days, just get out and away. And if you use that metric, well, darling, my track record is spectacular.”
Loralai considers this for a moment, staring into the middle distance between you. It’s impossible to figure out what she’s actually thinking of.
“Your metaphors suck.”
Well okay then. “My metaphors are elegant contrivances -“ You give up when Loralai gives you a look, and sigh instead.
Still, what you’ve said seems to have made some difference. Loralai has stopped crying, and she doesn’t feel as.. raw, as before. You hope it’s the right kind of difference, and that you haven’t just chased her further into a shell. You wait for her to break the silence again.
“So you think I should live, for the people around me?” She challenges, indicating the flowers and cards. You both know that’s only a fragment of your argument, but you’re willing to play ball.
“Nope.” You reply succinctly. “I think you should live for you and your own experiences. However, I think you are currently in a position where you have to see your joys in others before you can see them for yourself. If they anchor you, use it.”
She’s staring at you now, expression unreadable. “And you think that will get better.”
You almost answer ‘yes’ - but you know that isn’t quite what she’s asking. There’s a second half to that statement that is a question, left unspoken: ‘will it get better before I die?’
And for all of your lies, you answer her honestly. “I don’t know.”
Loralai nods. You want to clarify, to explain that even a chance is a chance worth taking. You want to give her some of your own rage at the world, the defiance that makes it possible to simply refuse to die. The conviction that let you kill a god.
No, maybe not that. You’re not sure that would be a blessing after all.
“Okay.” She says, after several moments. “Fine. I get to live. For now. But when I die -“ Loralai’s attention abandons the far wall and the middle distance, zeroing in on you, “- if my life gets any worse between now and then, if I don’t get any more good stuff like you’ve described, I’m haunting you.”
You believe her. “I believe you.” You say solemnly. “And there are few things in this world more terrifying than a teenage ghost. No, that isn’t sarcasm, I’m serious. Once-“
—-
You spend the rest of the hour telling stories of the teenaged ghost you’d met once in New Orleans, back when that wasn’t quite anyone’s territory. It’s not nearly enough time to share all of her stories - but it is enough that you remember her fondly, and smell the faint scent of bergamot and citrus that always heralded her presence.
When you spoke to her more regularly, you teased her about being a ghost who smelled like Irish Spring, and she ensured your cape got caught on everything it possibly could. You feel a tug on it, as you are moving to leave, and understand the prompt.
“Here.” You tell Loralai, unclasping your cape from your shoulders, and draping it over the bed.
“Does this have magic powers, or something? Is it bulletproof?” Loralai lifts it’s edge, rubbing the fabric between her fingers. She’s in higher spirits, but the bags under her eyes have deepened. She’s also cold, though you don’t think you’d be able to get her to admit it.
“Nah.”
“Then why would I want it?” Remarkable, how little your status matters to teenagers. You aren’t sure if it’s your curse or a trait of the species.
“Capes are cool.” You reply confidently.
There are other reasons too - it gives your ghost friend an anchor to stay with her better, it’s warm, it will remind her this wasn’t a dream. If her family needs to, they can sell it to cover some of the medical bills, since (unlike some heroes and villains) you rarely leave a trace behind, and collectors would love to get ahold of one of your capes. Actually, Tallflawes might even buy it at an exorbitant price, just to taunt you with it. But this isn’t a lie: capes are cool.
“Whatever.” Loralai says sleepily, resting back on her pillows, your cape tucked up under her chin. “Goodbye, Synovus.”
“Goodbye, Loralai Weber.” You say gently. You aren’t sure if she even notices your shadows flip the switch on the bedside lamp, returning the room to darkness. Your shadows muffle your exit back into the hall.
You leave as quickly as possible, after that.
—-
The good thing about being a dramatic fool on purpose, is that when you are having a public meltdown, it can appear as though you are simply performing again. The shadows contorting and swirling around you? Ah, Synovus, making an entrance. Disappearing between one blink and the next to the unobservant, because you’ve turned and booked it into the dark? A classic exit.
Your minions know you too well for that facade to hold. They also know you too well to ask.
You stalk down the halls, lights seeming to ripple in your wake with the amount of shadows you’re dragging, like a toddler with their blanket on their way to throw a tantrum. But you skip the training room. You wind up in the kitchen, as Oflok watches from a distance.
You spend an indeterminable amount of time staring at the collection of alcohol. You don’t indulge, because you are terrified of what might happen if you lose control of yourself. You know you are a walking bomb. Your minions can partake as they like, however, and today, reminded of how destructive you are, you want very badly to join them. To get wasted beyond memory.
“I want you to kill me.”
You get as far as reaching up one hand for a bottle. You don’t know which, you didn’t bother to read the labels. You lower your hand. Spin on your heel. And leave.
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It’s Rosie and Doll who hover in the corner, silent witnesses while you dig through the cabinets in the infirmary. You grab the first ampoule of a drug that looks like it would force you out of your mind that you can get your hands on. You have a tray laid out with syringe, bandages, tourniquet, disinfectant wipes, before you realize what you’re doing.
“Does this look like a life worth living?”
You walk out without a word.
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The grave at the bottom of the island is not well tended. It is not a monument to be remembered. This is the third time you have visited it since you stopped obsessively checking for signs of disturbances, in case it’s occupant decided to crawl back out.
You tell the empty space about Loralai Weber. What she looked like, what she asked of you, what that means. This time, you’re free to cry, though whether it’s for her or yourself, you’ll never be able to parse. By the end, you are screaming in the dark cave, knowing it’s all pointless at this stage in the game.
The man in the grave could heal himself, when he wanted. And very rarely, when he was convinced it was ‘appropriate,’ he could heal others too. He wouldn’t have counted Loralai Weber as ‘appropriate’ for his gift. You would. It doesn’t matter, though.
It’s the one part of his powers you never inherited.
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[Thank you for reading Synovus: A Wishing Star - if you want to read more of Synovus, you can find the rest of their stories on my blog, in the pinned post. Further, if you want to find out more about the Make A Wish Foundation, you can read stories of children they've helped (in rather different ways than Synovus) on their website, or donate here.]
[I do not have a personal story to share for Loralai's inspiration. However, I did tap into my experiences as a chronically ill individual, and the mental state I experienced both before and during treatment. There are still days I wonder as Loralai does - but I wholeheartedly believe as Synovus says: This life is worth living. It is for you too.]
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(Part 3)
Pairing: Muichiro x kakushi!fem!reader
Warnings/mentions: spoilers for swordsmith village arc & Muichiro’s backstory. Angst to an extant, fluff, romantic leaning, eventual sorta confession, Reader loses a few fingers (minor injuriessss, put some ice on it)
P-S: you could faintly hear my cries of pain upon realizing I have to cramp the entire arc in there from the distance.
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The mist hashira stared at the slumbering siblings in front of him, contemplating what he should do. He then shrugged and used his hand to pinch the Kamado boy’s nose.
“Have you seen a girl, [name]?“ Muichiro asked. Tanjiro was both confused and absolutely terrified. “L-Lord tokito! No I haven’t seen her. Wait, first of all, did you just pinch my nose?!“
“I did. You took too long to react“
“No, no, I would’ve sensed it if there’d been any animosity from you” Tanjiro tried to defend.
“Well...not that I’d pinch someone’s nose with animosity. I’m looking for [name] and and someone by the name Mr. Kanamori“
“Right...I do know Mr. Kanamori. My guess is he’s with Mr. Haganezuka“
“Kanamori’s my new swordsmith, where’s Haganezuka?“
“Why don’t we go look for them together?“ Tanjiro suggested with a cheery smile.
“Why do you care so much about other people?“ Muichiro asked with genuine curiosity behind his words.
“Whatever you do for others comes around to help you as well, in the end.“ he answered the hashira’s questioning without any second thought. “Don’t you feel this way with [Name]? You care about her, don’t you?“
Muichiro tried the process every word for a few seconds only to for his eyes to widen with a small gasp escaping his lips. ”huh?”
”what? What did you just say?” The boy took a more childlike demeanour. ”right now, right now I mean”
Without a doubt in his mind, he cares about you. It’s simply different. Muichiro doesn’t get why Tanjiro cares about the entire world, that’s where he’s confused. You were his home but the world wasn’t Tanjiro’s home so why? Why was he so willing to care for everyone?
”huh? I said don’t you feel thi-” Tanjiro tried to repeat with pure confusion in his voice before being slapped away by an awakened Nezuko.
”you’re awake, huh Nezuko?” The older brother smiled at his little sister running around all happy.
Huh, maybe you’d like her. That’s the conclusion Muichiro came to while looking at the demon.
”let’s go see Mr. Haganezuka together” Tanjiro offered the mist hashira that seemed so lost in thoughts. Who knows what the inside of his mind looks like. A mistful place maybe.
”this girl is one really odd creature”
”you think she is odd?”
”yes, very odd. I think [name] would like her. She likes...tending to people so maybe they’d get along. Say, have I met this girl before? I can’t describe it. How to put it...” muichiro leaned his head slightly which Nezuko tried to replicate. ”hmmm…” Tanjiro joined the train of thoughts with his head leaning on the opposite side before the youngest boy and the smaller demon mirrored him.
”speaking of which, is she okay? I’m not sure what happened after you both left the forest earlier”
“No, I made her angry and I need to find Kanamori for my sword. Complicated things. I think I may go after her before. The sword isn’t worth more than her at the moment”
”I’m sure she’ll forgive you! She seems to really care about you!”
“I don’t like knowing I disappointed her“ Muichiro mumbled and looked away.
Tanjiro was definitely surprised by what he was seeing. The boy before him was so much different than the one in the forest. The coldness had disappeared and turned into vulnerability, someone that cares deeply.
”hm? Is someone here?” The young Kamado suddenly broke the silence, sniffing out a change in the atmosphere. ”most likely” The mist hashira turned his head to look at the closed door, awaiting to see who’s on the other side.
A crawling demon definitely wasn’t the theory either of these boys had in mind. Especially not an upper moon. So quick and tormented, it couldn’t be a creature of any other rank.
Tho Tanjiro started to doubt, this thing wasn’t trying to fight back. Why would an upper rank act this way? Even after the mist hashira beheaded it, nothing happened. Almost like it was it’s intentions.
”Tokito! Don’t let your guard down!” The boy with the earrings yelled. This felt too easy, his fight with upper rank 6 taught him that. His fears came to life in the form of two new bodies growing from the severed parts.
The two prodigies swiftly coordinated themselves in hopes of decapitating the two demons simultaneously. Tho those things had others plans, one flapping an odd fan the mist hashira’s way.
The silence was heavy and lasted forever, could that demon slow down time? The noise of destruction and impact broke that thought as Muichiro was sent god knows how far from the soon to be battlefield.
As the strong wind blew him away like he was a feather, his mind managed to reason two things.
He needs to behead those demons
If there’s a demon here, you weren’t safe.
He brought you into a dangerous place. Knowing this, his guilt grew even worse.
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You held tightly on the wood stick you instinctively grabbed on the way. Kotetsu was your priority.
You needed to protect him from this monstrosity of a fish. That was your only thought even tho you were no fighter. It wasn’t supposed to go that way. All you were doing was bringing Kotetsu back home after bumping into him on your way out of the place you and Muichiro stayed in. Now you were running for your life. At one point Kotetsu yelled about a hut and someone named Kanamori but you were acting on instinct. You couldn’t afford to care about anyone else than you and him right now. “I told you to run!“ you yelled as loud as you possible could.
“No! I’m not leaving you here!“ the child stubbornly replied and clung into your arm. “This thing is gonna follow if I go too! stop being stubborn and leave! Find someone, anyone!“ you tried to argue again while your body took a defence stance against the gigantic fish. “What if you die?!“
“that’s not gonna ha-“ you wanted to reassure him somehow but your words were cut short by harsh hands gripping you off the ground like a plaything. “[name]!“ the boy took a step forwards, his mind desperately trying to find a way to save you. “Just go! There’s a hashira here!“ you yelled in agony with the pressure of the creature on your ribs almost stopping your words from coming out. Even tho you finally got through to the stubborn masked child, it was too late. The monster grabbed him quicker than your eyes could process it, giving him the same painful fate.
“Don’t touch him“ you mumbled with your hands gripping the stick to dig into the skin, a last attempt if it was truly your last moments. “Please“
The pain stopped as you made contact with the ground, the ashes of the freshly severed arms reached your sight.
“Run“ the voice you heard everyday and wanted to hear for the rest of your life made its way to your ears. “Muichiro“
”run, you’re in my way”
He turned back slightly, his eyes landing on yours. Still so void yet so determined looking, his resolve to protect was so overwhelming to look at. You nodded and grabbed Kotetsu like he was lighter than a book before running into the dark and endless forest.
Not even a minute passed before the blood demon art creature was slowly turning into ashes. Muichiro turned back to the direction he saw you run to only to see Kotetsu run towards him at full speed, crying loudly. His big blue eyes wandered around the boy only to see you walking far behind Kotetsu, which reassured him,
“I was so scared!“ the masked child climbed on the hashira. “I’m so sorry! I shouldn’t have called you a sea weed!“
“…you called me a sea weed?“
“He didn’t mean it“ you tried to defend
“But I didddddd“ Kotetsu screamed and he kept crying. “You’re not helping your case!“ you exclaimed as a vein appeared on your forehead. Kotetsu realized his mistake and jumped off the young Tokito.
“You have something“ you spoke gently before using your sleeve to wipe away the blood on the mist hashira’s cheek. “Worrying about such a mild cut is useless“ Muichiro looked away from you with his usual straight face, his cheeks growing strangely warmer than usual. “Let me worry about you, will you?“
“Do what you wish, even tho it’s useless. I need to leave you now. If the village is under attack, I need to protect the leader.“
“Wait! When we were running away from this thing, I saw another demon with a swordsmith. I wanted to do something but I...I didn’t know what. I couldn’t afford to stop and help“ you called out, remembering the strange figure you briefly saw.
“She’s right! It was Mr. Haganezuka, please save him!“ Kotetsu begged.
“...I can’t“
“Muichiro, please“ you gripped his hand tightly, one could say in desperation. He returned the gesture by gently pressing his hand around your fingers.
As if Muichiro’s mind knew he needed it, a memory that was long gone until now played like a broken record. He no longer saw you, only a room where he laid in bed as his beloved master Ubuyashiki and lady Amane watched over him.
“I know you may be confused right now but just focus on living. As long as you’re still alive, you can still do something. You will regain your memories without fail, the mist in your head will falter. There’s nothing to worry about. Don’t miss your chances“ the gentle voice of the blind man echoed in his mind as he remembered the pain he felt everywhere on his body. The feeling of not knowing what’s happening, that scared him back then.
That’s when you saw it, his eyes seemed just a little bit less voided of life. A light came back, it was something so beautiful to look at.
Before you could let out any words, Muichiro’s ridiculously strong arm threw Kotetsu over his shoulder to hold onto him and his remaining hand still held yours before he started running. Your feet instinctively began trying to keep up. “Don’t speak, you’ll bite your tongue“ he warned the child on his shoulder only for him to start yelling.
His choice made him hesitate. Wouldn’t that prevent him from protecting the village?
No, because he’s a demon slayer who’s been recognized by the master. The mist Hashira, Muichiro Tokito. He could do this.
Every fish was cut down in the brick of an eye, he truly was talented beyond words.
”Lord Tokito! Thank you! You cut it down in the blink of an eye!” A swordsmith yelled prior to Kotetsu running up to the man ”Young Kotetsu, Young Kakushi! I’m glad you’re both unarmed. To be truthful, I thought you two were already dead” the masked adult confessed ”we were running, I apologize for not stopping to assist you” you bowed to express your apology. ”Are you the one called Kanamori? Are you done with my katana? Give it to me already” Muichiro ordered, urgency present in his voice.
The man took one look at the sword and understood the situation. ”oh dear! This is horribly chipped!”
”That is why I came to the village with her”
”I see, I see! I’ll get you another one right away!”
Muichiro blinked a few times ”that was fast” Kotetsu put his hands on his hips, proudly ”good, huh? You should be thankful”
”Tanjiro asked me to prepare your katana, truly an interesting boy” he explained. ”Tanjiro?” Muichiro mumbled, why would he do that? Right, he cares about the entire world because he thinks helping will help in return. It almost slipped from Muichiro’s mind.
”OH RIGHT! HAGANEZUKA!” Mr. Kanamori suddenly yelled, you almost forgot about him.
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”I was working in that hut, the fish monster isn’t here anymore!” The swordsmith explained and pointed a small wooden place with his finger. ”there’s a sword for lord Tokito inside! Take it!”
”No, I mustn’t” Muichiro suddenly yanked the man backwards and pushed you and Kotetsu with his remaining arm.
”it’s here” he mumbled.
”Hyo~ so observant! Oh! You’re a hashira? Why is this hovel so important? Tell me children, what are you trying to hide?” a demon came out of the vase like smooth liquid, mouth for eyes and an eye for a mouth. This thing looked horrendous and straight out of a legend the elderly would tell the children.
”Hyo, Hyo! Nice to meet you. They call me Gyokko. Mind if I speak a little before I end you all? I’d like to show the four of you my creations tonight!” The strange demon clapped with all of its arms, it was unsettling to look at it.
”creations? What are you talking about?”
”so curious! Here’s the first one…” the vase made a sound straight out of hell and the thing that came out of it wasn’t any better. It was a regroupement of body parts tangled and twisted together, each faces full of agony and pain. You couldn’t even make out a shape in this mess, all you could feel was empathy for those poor souls and anger that they suffered because of this monster. You couldn’t imagine what Kotetsu was thinking looking at this curse.
”look first at the hands! Dirty hands with thick calluses like swordsmiths get! I put them in front on purpose” Gyokko proudly explained the mind behind his ‘work’ with an enjoyment and malice that made you sick. You grabbed Kotetsu’s hand only for him to start shaking and gripping yours tight. ”lord Kongoji, Tetsuo…Kanaike! Kotaro…Tetsu-hiro!” Mr. Kanamori named the fallen victims, only adding to the melancholic atmosphere of the forest.
”right! You get it! I’ve made lavish and detailed use of five swordsmiths but I had no idea you’d be so moved!” This thing kept on clapping like it was proud of itself. ”running them through with swords brings out a certain smithiness! Don’t you think? I left the Hyottoko masks on to convey emotionless and absurdity”
The last ‘concept’ made you look into the eyes of the deformed swordsmiths, it was a nightmarish experience. They were empty, wishing to be gone but they weren’t fully. They were alive but not at the same time, It was difficult to comprehend.
”to make it perfect, if I twist the sword like this...it goes ‘gyahhh!’” The pale inhumane thing reached for one of the blades and twisted it without a care. The ‘creation’ made of human parts screamed in pain. You held into Kotetsu, understanding his desire to rip this demon shreds by shreds. ”stop that!“ he yelled.
”so? Isn’t it wonderful? A recreation of their death throes!”
”enough, fuckface”
”Hyo! Such a rude brat!” The demon dodged the attacks like it was child’s play ”let me finish! I have more to tell you about my creations.”
”you’ve spoken enough in a life time, die” the mist hashira jumped rapidly towards the demon, confident he’d cut off his head right here and there.
Muichiro soon realized the vases the demon escaped with were everywhere. Absolutely everywhere he looked. The boy was certain he could destroy a thousand but at least one would remain.
”how dare you destroy my vase?! This was a work of art! You uncultured sea weed, a muscle head like you couldn’t possibly appreciate my work” the angered self absorbed thing reprimanded.
”you! You’d be a pretty one for the top! Your mask is definitely different. Are you talented? Are your swords worthy?” The upper rank pointed you with all of it’s arms, your eyes widened at it’s questions.
”I’m no swordsmith, I’m a kakushi!” You corrected it. Your role was different but you were important to the corps too. ”Hyo! A shame”
Muichiro took it as a distraction but unfortunately missed once more. The demon retaliated with blood demon art fishes.
It was confusing to the young Tokito, his questions getting an answer with the thousand needles spat out by the gold-fishes. Muichiro hid behind the roof, successfully avoiding the sharp attack.
The target changed in a matter of seconds, Mr. Kanamori immediately used his body to protect you and Kotetsu. Muichiro’s legs moved on their own.
With the silence that lasted forever, his body was covered in needles. ”Muichiro!” You called out for him. ”you’re in the way! All of you, hide” the mist hashira ordered once more. ”I..I’m sorry!” The fishes’s cheeks puffed up again, this time Muichiro was prepared and pushed away every single needles with his katana.
”Hyo! Hyo! Hyo!
You’re a laughable sight with those needles everywhere” Gyokko mocked. ”so has the poison begun paralyzing your arms and legs? It really is humorous, you save a worthless life and then lose yours in a worthless place. I can’t wait to take every lives you saved”
Muichiro’s misted memories resurfaced again, he’s been told such a thing before. It was a hot day of summer. Perhaps the door was opened since the cicadas were so noisy, even at night.
”Hyo! Hyo! But even so, you’re still a hashira. What shall I create out of you? The possibilities are thrilling and so endless!” The demon imagined the gruesome things it could do with the hashira’s lifeless body. Oh how it’d love to show you and the other swordsmiths before adding you into the creation. It wanted every lives Muichiro had saved tonight to perish by it’s hands and be tangled together for eternity.
”shut up. You’re boring me” Muichiro declared as his sword inched into the upper rank’s neck.
Blood demon art: water prison pot. Such a simple concept, a death trap. Muichiro’s body was upside down, his oxygen slowly but surely running out into the water bubble. Quite a tortuous ability to have.
”you are tremendous! The feeling of danger when there’s a blade to your neck…death by suffocation is stylish and beautiful!” Muichiro couldn’t care less about this demon’s delusions, the thing that made his heart stop was seeing the water pocket expend, preventing him from cutting it open.
”I’ve stopped your breathing, which is a demon slayer’s greatest weapon, it’s wonderful to imagine your face contorting as you writhe in agony! Hyo! Hyo!”
”it will be a great blow to the demon slayers if we destroy this village and if we weaken the corps...it won’t be long before we take Ubuyashiki’s head! Hyo!” The upper moon declared as If anyone would answer him, only to be met with the silence of the hashira and his eyes empty of any fear. ”Now, what on earth could they be protecting so fiercely here? Hyo, Hyo, Hyo!” And just like that, it had disappeared into it’s vase, probably heading towards the hut.
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The moon lit up the water that trapped him into this deathly fate. The boy began to wonder how much time he would have into this thing.
”I can manage another attack” the trapped slayer estimated, it had to work. He needed it to, at any cost.
”Mist breathing, first form: low clouds distance haze!” He trusted his sword forwards
He failed, the vase ate it up like it meant nothing.
”It’s futile, it’s over. Master…I’m going to die.” Muichiro realized, the soft features of his beloved master appearing in my mind.
”So please send at least two hashira. [Name] I want to go home...but I can’t” the young boy closed his eyes and accepted what was to come.
”what makes you think that?”
”what’s that?” His eyes shot open, staring at...Tanjiro standing in front of his soon to be grave. He realized soon enough Tanjiro never said such things to him.
”I love you”, this time his mind imagined your voice. Those weren’t your words either. The hashira wishes he could hear that from you one day, in another life.
”my vision is getting distorted. I’m dying [name]”
”I promise you, it will be all right. Don’t give up. This is about all anyone can do on their own. That’s why people join forces and work together"
”There’s no one who can save me...because everyone’s weaker than I am. I’m the one who should’ve been stronger, I overestimated my own skills and now hundreds will die. I’m going to die because I made more than one mistake”
The silence was deafening, for a second, the mist hashira was sure he saw the afterlife. Tanjiro was gone, your voice aswell. Muichiro was completely alone now and didn’t want to blame anybody but himself. He hoped you’d be okay after this, both you and Kotetsu.
”I won’t let you die! Hang in there, Tokito!”
”I’m watching your back, get him out of this. I trust you!”
”I’ll get you out! No matter what! I’m going to save you” the masked child used a blade to try to damage the bubble but to no avail.
”if even I can’t slash through it, how on earth can you? Protect the chief.” Muichiro knew his thoughts couldn’t be heard yet he wanted both of you to understand.
”Oh, that would be beyond you.” He realized quickly.
The noise of the fish creature walking made its way to your ears and your fingers instinctively gripped the weapon Kotetsu gave you even tighter. You hit that thing god knows how many times but it kept landing blows on you. You didn’t care, you said you’d watch his back.
The sight was pure torture for the hashira, your blood was flying everywhere but you simply didn’t stop, all because of him.
It seemed like the only noise was the sound of clashing blades until the two boys heard it, your agonizing yell of pain. Kotetsu turned back only to see you holding onto your hand, your fingers in particular. The blood pouring out made him realize you’d lost your middle and index finger. The cut pieces landed on the ground with a noise that made his blood run cold.
”[name]!”
”save him!” You yelled one last time and jumped on the fish-like monstrosity, holding it back by digging your blade into it’s skin. Your hand was on fire, losing two fingers was the most painful experience of your life. You bit into your uniform, hoping to distract yourself at least for second.
Another blood demon art creature appeared from the forest, heading straight towards Kotetsu.
”KOTETSU!” You yelled with pure fear and watched as the creature landed a fatal attack on him, your world shattering.
You hadn’t known him for long for that child became precious to you, bearing the thought he’d most likely die from this destroyed you in every way possible.
”you’re not strong enough, either of you! Why don’t you get it, [Name]?! Don’t try to save me! Take him somewhere safe!” Muichiro’s thoughts were aggressively racing, the boy was angry he couldn’t do anything about this.
Kotetsu was a brave child, his promise that he’d get Tokito out of this gave him the strength to push his body up and blow bubbles into the water prison, allowing Muichiro to conjure a breathing attack.
”Whatever you do for others comes around to help you, as well, in the end” Tanjiro’s voice echoed once more before the mist turned the hallucination into a man Muichiro didn’t recognize ”and humans are creatures who can summon unbelievable strength for the sake of someone other than themselves,Muichiro”
Everything was gone, all he could see was him standing over two graves. His hands were smaller, meaning he was younger at the moment. How odd. He turned his head only to be met with a mirror...no. Not quite a mirror, someone else that looks like him.
His beloved twin brother Yuichiro, while he stood over his deceased parent’s grave. That stormy night, his mother giving out her final breath, the time he was alone with his brother, lady Amane, the night he lost everything. It all hit him in one second.
The boy didn’t know his eyes were no longer empty and void.
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”Mist breathing, Second form: eight layered mist!” Countless slashes broke the vase like water bubble quicker than the eye could see, freeing the soul that was destined to die right here and there just a second ago. The boy felt on the ground, regaining the oxygen he was deprived of.
”I remember. my father had your eyes, Tanjiro”
”oh, oh my gosh” you whispered in shock. There he stood, eyes brighter than any you’ve ever looked at. The one thing that was missing the second you met him was right there. The void was gone, it was almost surreal to come to terms with.
Kotetsu got up and walked slowly towards you, falling on his knee once he reached you. ”how are you still alive?” your eyes watered. ”I had this hand guard in my pocket” the boy let the said metal object fall to the ground. ”thank goodness” your crying was louder now, you were so relieved. That overwhelming feeling caused you to subconsciously throw the boy into a hug which caused his own tears to fall.
”[name]!” Muichiro quickly got up, abandoning his sword to sit by your side while you were still applying pressure on your fingers. ”use total concentration breathing, Shinobu taught you..back at the butterfly mansion incase you’d need it.” he ordered with pure worry in his voice and brought your mask down to help you. He remembered that?
You listened to his advices and your shaky breath tried to replicate total concentration breathing. The blue eyed boy took the opportunity to rip his sleeve for you and Kotetsu’s wounds.
”I remember everything” his voice gave away that even to him, it was a shocking thing. Muichiro’s hands began wrapping his pieces of sleeves tightly around your fingers to stop the bleeding.
”we’ll talk about it later, are you okay?” You protectively put your untouched hand on his shoulder. ”yes, yes don’t worry about it” Muichiro reassured before removing the darts deep into his skin. ”don’t be so rough!” You yelled and grabbed his hands to stop him. ”you’ll make the scarring worse” your unarmed hand slowly and gently began taking them out with Muichiro watching your every movement. You had cuts everywhere, he didn’t enjoy looking at that.
”listen to me for once and stay behind, you can’t come with me. Both of you. I’ll go behead that demon and get it over with”
”but-”
”this is an order from a hashira, you’re gonna rest”
You tried to argue by looking at him which was in vain. ”please just come back”
”I’ll always come home back to you, [name]” he turned back one last time, his mind perfectly capturing every features on your face. If it goes south, he wants to remember this, Your expression without your mask.
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Mist Hashira Tokito was the one to come on top, triumphant of this battle. (I ain’t lazy, you’ve seen the arc)
”Lord Tokito! Are you alright?! I had no idea what was going on!” Mr. Kanamori walked quickly towards the hashira, relieved he had survived.
”I’m fine, I’m fine. I feel great right now. I have to hurry to Tanjiro and the others”
”your color is really bad. Are you sure you’re all right?”
”I said I’m totally fine, didn’t you hear me?” Muichiro was slightly annoyed by the persistence.
”hmmm? You’re huffing and puffing! And your body is trembling?! Hey, you’re-”
”I’m fine, so would you please go to [name] and Kotetsu?” He ordered prior to his mouth throwing up foams, lots of it. The poison taking a huge toll on his body.
”you’re foaming at the mouth!” As soon as the swordsmith’s words came out, Muichiro’s body gave out. Hitting the floor with a loud sound. ”AHHHHHH! LORD TOKITOOOO! YOU SAID YOU WERE FINE!”
He called out for Haganezuka...who flat out ignored him.
”you should turn him on his side”
”HEAVENS! YOUNG [NAME] AND KOTETSU CAME BACK TO HAUNT ME!”
”we look pretty alive to me” you fell on your knee and checked on Muichiro, moving his hair to the side.
”no, Im not dead yet. We’re not ghosts”
”Ghosts don’t know that they’re dead!”
”no, no, no...I’m flesh and blood”
”ah, Kotetsu’s the only thing wrong with you at the moment is your arm. Now with that, dying is a possibility but not guaranteed”
”WHAT ABOUT YOU? YOUR FINGERS?!”
”no need to remind me! COLLECT YOURSELF!”
”my stomach suffered a low blow, this hilt that Tanjiro entrusted me with for his new katana saved me” the masked child pulled out the same item he had shown you earlier
”As Hashira, let’s do our best together!” Muichiro’s eyes watered, the young boy didn’t even realize he missed the flame hashira deeply. This item was a harsh reminder of what had happened to him.
The battle wasn’t over.
“[name], please. Someone needs to take the other demon out before sunrise. I have faith Tanjiro will be the one to do that“ the mist hashira argued. ”what do you want me to do?”
”You see the sword over here? he’s gonna need it one way or another...his sword was so chipped the last time I saw him.” You looked at where he was pointing only to see Mr Haganezuka, working on the said sword.
You looked at his hopeful expression before nodding and wrapping his arm around your neck for support. Taking a deep breath, you approached the man and took the sword.
Time stopped, the swordsmith wasn’t moving at all. He was staring at the place the sword used to be. You thought maybe this would be a peacef-
“GIVE BACK THAT SWORD YOU DEMONIC CHILDREN!“ Mr Haganezuka yelled louder than the weird boar man you once saw at the butterfly mansion. “The hell with that!“ you stuck out your tongue and began running away with the person you cared for the most.
“I’d kiss you if my body wasn’t full of poison“ Muichiro boldly declared.
“That’s bold of you“ you replied and chuckled, barely audibly. “Yet I mean it“
“IT’S NOT READY! YOU IDIOTS“ the swordsmith chased after both of you with Kotetsu and Kanamori trying to reason with him.
You stopped upon reaching a cliff, hoping Tanjiro would be around here.
”he’s right there” you pointed at the boy with the earrings. Muichiro slowly left your hold and used pure strength to throw it as far as he possibly could in his state.
”give that back! You’ve got to be kidding me!” Mr. Haganezuka grabbed you and Muichiro’s necks in a death grip before looking straight into Tanjiro’s soul ”I’ll kill you if you use it!”
”Dawn is near! Kill this demon NOW!” Muichiro ordered despite the painful pressure on his throat. Tanjiro nodded his head with his damaged hands grabbing the sword and running off like the hero he was.
”you stupid brat!” The angry bleeding man punched young Tokito’s head without any sort of hesitation.
”ouch! It hurts“ Muichiro yelled in pain with this body jerking forward. You gave the swordsmith a death glare he’d never seen before. ”do that again I dare you!” You grabbed a rock and threw it at artisan, successfully hitting his forehead ”I’ll kill you!”
”I’m begging you Tanjiro” the boy mumbled before succumbing to the temptation to fall asleep. He landed into the warmth of your arms. ”you’re gonna be okay, I promise” you whispered and held him close.
”AH?! TOKITO?!” Kotetsu worryingly yelled as loud as he possibly could.
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”are you all right, Tanjiro?” Muichiro asked, his current state couldn’t be hidden by his voice.
”oh...Tokito, [Name]. I’m so glad you’re all safe, thank you for the sword” Tanjiro’s soft voice spoke with pure relief and gratitude.
”thank you Tanjiro, I recovered something precious that I had lost”
”huh?”
”thank you, for the bottom of my heart”
The boy with the earrings could only be confused, he didn’t know what he had done. One day he’d come to know what he did for the mist hashira.
”how’s...what’s the name of your sister” you asked, wondering how she could possibly be standing in the sun.
”name i-is Nezuko!” She answered on her own, patting your head. You looked away, a clear blush on your face but nobody would know. Your mask was truly a life saver sometimes.
”about that...” Tanjiro began answering your question before your body jerked forward because of...pressure.
”So amazing! We’re all alive!” You heard Mitsuri’s voice, reassuring you. ”Kanjori! You’re still alive!” You turned around and hugged her, your arm accidentally wrapping around Genya as well. The boy’s blush increased tenfolds in a few seconds. Muichiro’s eyebrows rose up, what was that all about?
”yes! Thank goodness”
”HUHHHH?” Mitsuri backed away in surprise with her hands on her mouth. Just incase, Muichiro grabbed your hand and guided you out of the way. That ended up being quite the good idea as the pink haired girl ran at full speed to take Nezuko into a hug, even more tears falling from her eyes.
”I’m so happy she’s alive” Tanjiro joined the crying parade with Mr Kanamori following right after, much to Mr. Haganezuka dislike.
”what a mess, everyone...don’t ever change” Kotetsu declared.
You watched the sight In front of you, everyone was alive. No tragedies to keep you awake at night. The one you loved, holding onto you. Everything felt peaceful. The cries you heard weren’t painful, they were full of happiness. Today two upper moons were defeated.
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Muichiro woke up the next morning, the feeling of suffocation was gone. Around his skin felt something he was so used to, the feeling of soft bandaging tight around him. “Muichiro!“ there you were, your own bandage in the places that were bloody the last time he saw you.
“[name]“ Muichiro smiled widely as his hand reached out for yours, he felt your warm hands wrap around his fingers. It was unusual to him that some were missing but he’d get used to it.
“You did it, you killed the upper moon. All on your own“ a few tears slipped from your eyes as you put your forehead gently on his. The young boy’s breath itched in surprise. “And you remembered…” Muichiro’s expression became almost melancholy ”My brother” his voice came shaky and his eyes watered. ”you don’t need to tell me. I’m so sorry, I’d take away all the pain you must be feeling if I could“
“You already do that, every second of every day“ Muichiro placed his untouched cold hand on your cheek. “Stay with me“ he requested and pulled his forehead away ever so slightly. “I will“
The mist hashira’s boldest never left upon recovering his lost memories which would explain why he was slowly leaning in. His eyes looked into yours, asking for permission.
“IS MONTICHO AWAKE?!“ the boar man, which you found out his name was Inosuke, bursted into the room. As he took in the sight in front of him, he remained silent and just...stared. You weren’t sure what he was thinking about, the mask made it difficult to come to a conclusion.
“Who do you think you are? Get out“ Muichiro spat out as Inosuke remained silent “DON’T YOU TALK TO LORD INOSUKE LIKE THAT, SEA WEED!“
“Why does everyone think I’m a sea weed? [name], do you think I’m a sea weed?“
“I do not, don’t worry“
Taisho secrets:
Tanjiro sniffed out how much Muichiro loved [name] during their conversations but didn’t say anything.
Genya and [Name] got along more than well during recovery. Both bonding while doing chores.
Ginko, Muichiro’s crow, hated [name] until she fed her delicious food. The crow started ‘sharing’ Muichiro after that.
Mitsuri and [name] became pen pals, much to Obanai’s dismay.
Muichiro was right, [name] ended up adoring Nezuko. Zenitsu started a rivalry with [Name] for Nezuko’s attention which she finds odd.
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Oh I’m definitely NOT done with this. This series is my priority.
Al out
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alastrrz · 3 months
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。゚゚・。・゚゚。 ゚。 COUNTRY ISN'T BAD ; SCHLATT
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genre; tooth rotting fluff
type; drabble
a/n; this is a female reader! also, look. i'm from the south, i like country music, let me fulfill my cute little fantasy. i thought this was absolutely ADORABLE. btw, this fic is inspired by a couple songs. crazy girl by eli young band, and do i by luke bryan.
read below!
Ever since Jay moved to Texas, he quickly realized most radio stations tend to play country. Whether that be modern country, 90's country, or 2000's country, it was almost all country music. Jay isn't normally the type to actively listen to that kind of stuff, so he skimmed past the channels trying to find anything else.
This morning, Jay left you in bed alone to go run some errands. You knew that he was leaving early the night before, so you kept sleeping when he left. When Jay got in the car, he was far too tired to bother flipping through channels to find music he liked. He left it on a 2000's country channel, much to his dismay.
About an hour into the road trip, some of these songs got him thinking. Specifically, about you. The lyrics weren't all about tractors and beer, the songs he heard were.. genuinely sweet. Talking about how they love their girlfriends and wives, and how beautiful they look with no makeup, or how they wish they knew how their girlfriend was when they weren't there.
It was a bit later in the day, around lunchtime, and Jay was still out running errands. He decided to call you. He pressed your contact, and after a couple rings, you picked up. "Hey, baby." He smiled as you answered.
"Hey! How's your day been without me, huh?" He sounded a bit cocky, which was usual.
"Oh, it's been fine. Gonna be honest, pretty lonely. There's no one here to make me the best sandwich ever for lunch." You sighed. He chuckled a bit, "Aw, poor thing. I'll be home soon, I'm about 30 minutes out," He paused, thinking. "Y'know I love you?"
You swallowed, "Well, yeah, I sure hope so. We do have a house together.. And pets." He nodded, "Yeah, yeah. I'll see you soon, alright babe?" You smiled, "Okay, bye hon."
After you hung up the phone, he shoved his phone in his back pocket and made his way to his car to drive home to you. Of course, with more country music.
One specific song came on, apparently called 'Crazy Girl'. It really, really reminded Jay of you. The song went on about the girl being self conscious in the relationship, thinking the man would leave her. He goes on to comfort her and tell her she's wrong. Was he.. Was Jay crying? Over a country song? No way. He needed to get home.
After what seemed like an agonizingly long car ride, he finally made it home to you. His girl. He hopped out the car, locking it and making his way to the front door. "Baby! Sugar?" He smiled as he hung his keys on the hook by the door. You turned the corner, "Jay! You're in a really good mood," You smiled into his chest as you hugged him, "What's got you feeling so happy?"
"Country music." You scoffed, almost laughing. "No way, you? You listened to country music today?" He nodded, "Yeah, I did. It's all that was on the radio, sugar." You looked to the side, then back up at Jay. "Oookay.. Were you.. crying?" You noticed the red on his cheeks, and that his face was also a bit puffy.
"What? No! What a stupid assumption." He shrugged it off. You sighed, "You're telling me why you cried later, mister."
It was around 10pm now, both of you lying in bed together. "So, Jay?" He turned over, humming in response. "Why were you crying on the way home? Tell me or else." He sighed, "Okay, okay. I.. heard this stupid country song and it really reminded me of you. It was about this insecure girl," You paused him, "Woah, okay, rude." He shook his head, "No, stupid! Let me finish!"
He continued on about what the song was about, and you almost started crying. "Oh, Jay.. That's.. that's actually really sweet." He hugged you close to his warm chest, "I love you so much. You know that?" You nodded, burrowing into his neck. "Of course I do."
Jay softly hummed, then spoke, "Maybe country music isn't that bad."
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lizandbo · 10 months
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okie doks, so i would like a hc where bokuto, kuroo, and maybe tsukishima react to seeing their volleyball player! girlfriend play for the first time
i love your blog btw :) it makes me happy <3
Volleyball player!reader x kuroo, bokuto and tsukishima
I’m so so glad that my writing makes you happy, plus this ask is like 100 years cuz time management is not a thing for me
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Tsukishima
Before I say anything else HE WILL LAUGH WHEN YOU MESS UP
When you tell him that you play volleyball he might not believe you until he sees it with his very own eyes
He would believe you but ✨trust issues✨
If you ever invite him to one of your matches he just either gives a glare and says a monotone “ok” or grunt in response 
But most times he goes to your games without you knowing 
Tsukishima wants to see when do your best without the pressure of people yk watching you
Cuz honestly I feel that wholeheartedly 
But man when he does see you?
Bros gonna explode from being flustered 
He thinks that you honestly look really hot, but he never ever gonna say that
Not even when he’s being held by gunpoint, which honestly who would ask that question if you were being held by gunpoint?
Anygays 
He just appreciates your work ethic in volleyball
Not being too annoying and obnoxious about volleyball or not giving a fuck with his standards 
Nice balance 
and at some point you motivate him to push on his own hobbies (more so volleyball)
When you catch sight of him you whip your head around to get a double take almost getting whiplash in the process
He just covers his mouth and snickers by the confusion of your face just now realizing that he did attend your match after all
You shuffled up to him half bashful half excited to see tsuki
You wrapped your arms around his middle and he stared back to, giving you a little headpat 
“Sooo how did I do? Since you’ve been stalking me like a dimwit”
“You did better than last time ig, moron”
“You were here last time too??” 
“Now see your the dimwit here since you didn’t even realize I’m coming to your stupid games”
“Awww tsuki I thought would’ve never be here:(“
“Your an official dimwit” tsukishima says with a blush darkening 
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Bokuto
He knew you played volleyball cuz he always has asked you how was your day? Every single fucking day
Even before you were dating
It might get a lil annoying sometimes but baby boy genuinely wants to hear about your day
Prolly at some point interrupts you by accident but once he realized he apologizes so damn much 
But a simple “it’s ok bo” is enough for him lmao
ANYWAYS 
IS SO PROUD OF YOU WHEN YOU PLAY
ALWAYS YELLS LETS GO Y/N OR HEY HEY HEYYYY THATS MY S/O
Vvvv proud baby 
Whatever position you play he’s so so so supportive 
“Y/n! That’s such a great set im so proud of you”
“I KNEW YOU COULD DO SO WELL BABY”
“HEY HEY HEY! That spike was so accurate, you should have a kiss as an award! Come her baby”
“BLOCK THEM BASTARDS! YEAHHH”
When the match/ practice is over he’ll quite literally jump and attack you with a bear hug smothering you to absolute death
You guys go to your car him carrying you bride style  and finding a withered mess of half dead rose petals in the passenger seat cuz bo was so focused on seeing you than bringing the damn bouquet of flowers he was gonna give you
“Well… maybe I’m just distracted by incredibly sexy and hot partn-“
“OKAY BOKUTO, LETS JUST GET IN THE DAMN CAR”
“Your also very cute when you stammer like that”
“Booooo”
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Kuroo 
Also a vvv proud baby
Found out by having the volleyball match delayed and you coming home late
Quite literally did the mom “and where were you?” Thing on you
But he was concerned for his baby cuz you could’ve gotten kidnapped
You told him that you were at a game of yours and he was appalled 
“And you never thought that I would like to go?” Pouts like a little girl in a playful way
“Well I just never thought you wanted to go since your always so busy”
“Bullshit, I’d do anything for you” he practically manhandled you onto the bed and cuddled there
“Oh really? Anything??” Your eyes sparkled as he met your eyes with a small smile
“Yes baby, anything. Your my one and only”
“Ok so would you do the dishes for me? Oh oh and cook dinner too that would be absolutely fantastic”
Rooster wasn’t too happy with that response smh
SKJDJDJD I GET SO DISTRACTED ANYWAYS
rooster baby would go to any games when he has free time 
Analyzes your movements a lot 
But he’s never deeply judging you in a negative way, he’s just observing 
Becomes your personal trainer but would never push you too hard 
Always after matches no matter if you win or not he’ll always have some version of “you did well baby, now drink some water I’m not letting you be dehydrated”
Always gives you a meaningful hug too
Kisses are also a definite must
One on your forehead, nose and three on the lips
It’s like a secrete combination just between the two of you
Even tho it’s not even like a lock or some shit
It always amazing him how you do certain things when your focused into your game
Sometimes laughs at how cute you are
Just being a proud parent boyfriend is all you need
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belit0 · 7 months
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How would the uchihas react to their s/o being bisexual? Also, all your work is amazing! Make sure to give yourself any time to take a break ❤️
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR BEAUTIFUL WORDS NONNY, I LOVE YOU
I take the freedom to clarify that I don't share thoughts with any of my retrograde Uchiha, but I characterize them as such because of the era in which they supposedly lived. Izuna is the one who breaks the rule among my three old men.
Especially Indra, I always portray him as a misogynist man due to the era in which he was theoretically born, this doesn't mean I think like him, I just typify him in an awful way (yes, im mean with my boy🤠💫)
and yeah, one of them needed to be flawed, today it was shisui's turn😭🛐
new HC revealed: Itachi is demisexual
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Indra
- NOPE. Not only is he a 1930's man with zero social awareness and inclusion, but couldn't even think of being open-minded when it comes to his (Y/N). It is not because she likes women, but because he needs her to just be in love with him, with what Indra has to offer. He won't accept it.
Madara
- The only problem he has is if she wants to leave him for someone else. It doesn't matter if woman, man, dog or cat, Madara just wants to make sure that (Y/N) only loves him. There are people for every taste and he doesn't see anything wrong with bisexuality, especially considering he has Izuna as his brother. As long as she is not unfaithful to him, everything is fine.
Izuna
- Bisexual himself, he thinks it's amazing. What greater fun than to be able to share tastes with (Y/N) on an even more intimate level, without having problems regarding gender or retrograde concerns? He takes the opportunity to incorporate into his mix the possibility of including more people in bed, raising the tone of their love life.
Obito
- Doesn't mind in the least, if (Y/N) likes all genders, good for her. Similar to Madara, as long as she chooses him and is loyal to his side, there is nothing that can stop them. He would never fetishize her for her tastes nor does he find arousal in her liking all genres, it's nothing to highlight.
Shisui
- We're not going to lie, there's something about turning him on at the thought of (Y/N) with a woman. Yes, the Uchiha who gets to fall into the worst heterosexual male stereotype, as much as he has his wonderful things, Shisui can also be a jerk. The topic will be up for discussion, as he can't have that kind of thinking.
Itachi
- What difference does it make if she is bisexual or not? Itachi, demisexual and a die-hard lover, accepts (Y/N) as she is and with whatever tastes she has, without any problems or restrictions. He is not subject to that irrational fear of being dumped or cheated on with a woman, he genuinely doesn't care as long as she is happy.
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oh my god…. prince……. you can’t do this to me. you’re saying next fic has vox getting fucked, focuses on vox’s transness (AH), AND ALSO HES ON THE OFF SEE SAW OF HIS RELATIONSHIP WITH VAL?????? ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL MEE?!!?!!????? I THINK I MIGHT ACTUALLY COMBUST. and bc another anon asked abt how alastor views the violence in voxval’s relationship, i have Another thought on the matter. as much as alastor looks down on vox, they can be Very similar sometimes. they are both egomaniacs and very prideful. i don’t think vox, without outside interference, would ever ADMIT that the violence he faces is 1) something he truly hates AND 2) out of his control. he can’t admit he hates it, because then why isn’t he stopping it? that would be admitting to not being powerful enough or strong enough. and hello, 50’s toxic masculinity coming through, he CANT be a victim of domestic violence. he’s a powerful, rich, and important man. it all comes down to perceived weakness. so, the solution is to pretend he’s mostly fine with it. sure, he can act disgruntled and upset in the moment, but i don’t think he’d ever let himself take it seriously. because then he has to start drawing lines in the sand, and what happens then? will val look down on him? will he lose val? yeah, he is not risking that over a problem he mostly refuses to acknowledge exists. and as you said, this is all happening in the setting of hell, where ultra violence IS the norm, and vox himself is excessively violent. it’s the most delicious 50 layer cake of fucked up-ness.
RANT ASIDE THO. i have a question. 2. do you ever plan on having vox interact with the hotel crew outside of angel? ANDDDD what would charlie’s reaction be to their friendship/situationship/ kinda love affair. i think she could add SOOOOO much hilarity and Intense Emotions to this series. not that the boys haven’t been doing their part in that so far. charlie just intensifies everything she does, god bless her. -🌓
The "getting fucked" bit and the trans conversation bit are directly related to and relevant to each other, and frankly I'm just very happy to be out here writing the specific flavors of deeply queer shenanigans that I'm writing, and to have people actively enjoy that. It genuinely means a lot to me that I've strayed so goddamn far out of the bounds of good old top/bottom yaoi archetypes that introduced me to fandom and yet have a wildly enthusiastic audience nonetheless. So, that was my long way of saying that you bring me a lot of fucking joy, anon, hahaha.
As for everything you're saying about Vox, power, and masculinity: YOU! points dramatically at you YOU GET IT! YOU GET IT!!!!!! Everyone just read this, this is it, this is the thing. I have no notes to add. There is a reason that the main point he raises the moment he actually says something vulnerable about it (before he immediately cuts himself off) is a complaint that he's an overlord, so why—?
And with regards to your questions: I'm not gonna lie, my actual planning for 666 is usually, like, extremely by the seat of my pants. I plan nothing except, "Oh, shit, had an idea for the next one. Lesgoooo—" and that's been the case for literally every single installment. It's all just been evolving naturally and building on top of itself. So! I can't say that I plan to have Vox interact with the hotel crew or Charlie, but I also will never say that I'm actively opposed to it.
That said, I do think a lot of this fic is kinda structured around hitting specific topics that come up in intimate settings between Vox and Alastor specifically, with occasional tag-ins from Angel Dust, so I don't really know if there's anything in particular I'd like to write that I think would work better in this series if more characters got involved. But, hey! Never say never!
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