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tojisbbg · 11 months

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𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚

❝call out my name when i kiss you so gently.❞

♡ uzui tengen ♡

a/n: first demon slayer piece!! i picked up the anime after a long time and i forgot how horrendously down bad i was for this man.

a/n (cont.): also! my apologies if tengen’s a bit out of character, i tried my best lol. this writing piece is very long because i don’t believe in porn without plot, i need plot and context. word count is stated below!

word count: 12.2k

content: uzui tengen x fem!reader, tengen isn’t married, reader is one of the hashiras, enemies to lovers, minor plot (if you squint), spoilers (sorry), lots of teasing and bickering, smut smut smut!!, all acts are consensual, not edited for grammatical errors.

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“god, i hate these uniforms.” you groaned in annoyance, shuddering as the soft skin of mitsuri’s fingers grazed your chest while she helped you button up. the girl giggled at your daily complaint.

it was true, you truly hated these god awful uniforms that were provided to you by the demon slayer corps. the shirts were so tight, you’d think that the manufacturers forgot how human anatomy works and that everyone’s body isn’t the same.

needless to say, the shirt didn’t fit your chest, so you’d had to go with the mitsuri-style of wearing your uniform.

“hm, well, now whose fault is it for having these huge tits?” she shamelessly asked, poking your boobs jokingly, which made your cheeks burn.

“hey! it’s not like i personally asked the gods to give me them. besides, you have them too!” you defended, averting from her teasing eyes.

“yeah, but i’m proud of having these babies. anyways, it’s nothing to be ashamed of. they sit so nice and pretty, if i was a guy, i think i would purposely hug you face first on your chest.” mitsuri smirked, making you gasp as you playfully landed a smack on her upper arm.

“mitsuri! geez, you’re such a little perv.” you said as you squished her cheeks, making her laugh as the sound was contagious enough to make you crack a smile.

you love mitsuri with all your heart, she’s the ball of sunshine in your life that you needed. you’ve been a hashira for about two years now and she was your first friend and now your best friend.

it’s important to mention that you were very disliked in the demon slayer corps at first. the other hashiras, such as sanemi, obanai and giyuu didn’t speak to you for months because you were taken in for a hashira position so quickly.

less than a week to be exact.

the amount of skill that you have is almost inhumane and was never seen before. you were given the position without any prior training or requirements.

after all, you took an upper moon down by yourself, which was pretty impressive for a first timer who claims to have no experience.

nonetheless, mitsuri and rengoku were your only friends. you have a huge soft spot for both of them, but after the incident that occurred in the mugen train, both you and mitsuri went down a pretty dark path.

but, you made sure to comfort her as much as she did to you. you both have each other and you swore to protect her just like how she did to you.

you both were platonic soulmates without a doubt.

“y/n!” you heard tanjiro’s voice behind you, making both you and mitsuri turn around.

“oh, ‘jiro!” you flashed him a smile as you waved at the redhead.

“the crow spoke to me this morning, we got assigned a new mission.” he said eagerly, panting a little, which indicated that he probably ran around in circles to find you. you hummed in response, ruffling his hair.

“ah, so you’re with me. inosuke and zenitsu are on it too, i assume?” you questioned, accepting the cup of green tea that mitsuri handed you as you took a sip.

“yup, and also mr. tengen.” tanjiro nodded with a nervous smile. you choked on your tea, coughing as mitsuri patted your back.

“what?! why is he coming??” you yelled, making tanjiro’s eyes widen as he gulped.

“u-uhm, it’s ‘cause i heard that we’re fighting an upper rank six. the more help we get, the better.” he tried to calm you down, but the information he relayed only angered you further.

“huh?! do those shitty higher ups think that i can’t kill an upper moon myself without that cocky bitch?!” you raised your voice, eyes glaring in the distance as tanjiro gasped.

“n-no! y/n, you got it all wrong! i di-”

“i’m gonna have a word with those stupid hags.” you spat out angrily, marching off before you felt tanjiro wrap himself behind you in an attempt to halt your movements.

“let go, tanjiro. i’m not going on a mission with that stupid freak.” you tried to desperately peel yourself away from his hold, but tanjiro’s hold was tight.

“please, y/n! why don’t you understand that this is not the time for your pride or his pride to get in the way. inosuke and zenitsu already suffered from minor injuries because mr. tengen lashed out from hearing about you joining the mission.” tanjiro informed, making you scoff.

“that arrogant little shit. i’m gonna kill him for sure now!” you exclaimed, making tanjiro cry out as he begged mitsuri to help him cage you inside the room.

“y/n! please, just listen! after losing one of the hashiras already, we need to be sure that we don’t lose another. i don’t want to lose you or mr. tengen. so, please, just try to get along with him or you can just stay with me and the other two.” he suggested, and as much as you hated the idea of being stuck with tengen, you adored tanjiro like a little brother and saying ‘no’ to him was pretty hard. you let out a heavy sigh in defeat.

“fine, but if he pisses me off, i’m gonna slice his throat with my blade.” you threatened, making tanjiro’s face turn pale as he let out a nervous laugh.

“everything will be fine, y/n. don’t worry.” tanjiro assured, but you didn’t pay mind to his words because it will go down like how it usually does when you get placed together with tengen.

with you both at each other's neck, of course.

“hmm, i think you secretly like tengen, y/n.” mitsuri flashed you a mischievous grin, making your jaw drop to the ground.

“did you not hear about me wanting to execute his murder literally a few minutes ago?” you asked in disbelief, wondering if your best friend was okay in the head. however, the two-toned hair colored woman simply laughed at your words.

“you both quarrel like an old married couple.” she giggled, making you let out a fake gag in response.

“disgusting, i’d rather marry obanai’s snake than him.” you retorted, making mitsuri gasp from your obnoxious words.

“you’re crazy!” mitsuri looked at you with wide eyes.

“no, you’re crazy for even thinking that i wanna even breathe the same air as that shithead!” you sneered, making mitsuri scoff.

“don’t be silly, he’s totally your type. you told me that you like tall guys, more on the muscular side, extroverted to fit your opposite personality and someone who’s very sexy.” she smirked, watching how a deep blush tinted your cheeks as your lips twitched, trying to formulate words to defend yourself.

“i was not referring to him!” you quickly blurted out, walking ahead as you wanted to leave the conversation.

“mhm, whatever helps you sleep at night.” mitsuri said as she ran up to you, linking her arm with yours as you rolled your eyes.

“shut up, i don’t like tengen. he’s an arrogant jackass that pisses me off.” you grumbled under your breath.

“i’m a what now, princess?” you suddenly heard a deep voice coming from behind you, making you yelp from how startled you were.

“what the fuck is wrong with you?! can’t you let your presence be known, creep.” you glared at him, mitsuri happily greeting the giant as you ignored his presence.

“creep? no, no, no. you must be mistaken. i am the god of festivals, the flashiest being on the planet, and the best of the best!! i also happen to have very good ears to hear a certain little rat talk ill of my superior being.” tengen cockily gave his speech, making you groan in irritation.

“spit out one more word and i swear i’m gonna rip your tongue out.” you threatened in a low voice, to which didn’t scare the 6′6ft man, as he only gave you a chuckle in response to mock your attempt of being intimidating.

“what was that? i couldn’t quite hear you from down there. it just sounds like squeak squeak squeak i’m stupid squeak squeak lord tengen is the best squeak squeak!” he said in a very obnoxious and annoying fake high-pitched voice, making your blood boil as you turned around to face him.

“you little shit!” you yelled, before lunging at him and jumping to cling on his very inconveniently tall body. your actions caught tengen by surprise, quickly placing an arm on your hips to make sure that you don’t fall on your ass.

“i said that i’m gonna kill you if you don’t shut up, uzui tengen!!” you said in a louder voice, closer to his face as you harshly pinched his cheeks.

“ouch, ouch! it hurts, y/n!!” tengen whined, trying his best to release himself from your deathly grip.

“good, that was the whole point.” you grinned in satisfaction, sticking your tongue out at him.

“look at you being so close to my face and with your tongue out too. you wanna french kiss me that bad, princess?” tengen teased, making you immediately pull your hands and face back to create distance between you both, your face scrunching up in disgust.

“as i said before, i’d rather kiss kaburamaru than you, freak!” you quickly defend, trying to slip away from his embrace, but tengen only tightened his hold on you.

“hmm, i don’t think i’ll let you goo~.” he sang out, making you cry out to your friends to help you escape the beefy man’s hold.

“they’re definitely in love, right tanjiro?” mitsuri asked the boy who was standing next to her and witnessing the entire thing.

“oh, for sure. i’m a strong shipper of y/n x mr. tengen.” tanjiro responded, making mitsuri squeal.

“oh my, me too!! let’s start our little club and play cupid with them.” she eagerly suggested, making tanjiro laugh and nod.

you were finally able to peel yourself away from tengen, which was not as easy done as said, but you somehow did it. you threw a sharp glare at tanjiro and mitsuri who were giggling at god knows what while you just battled death. you stomped over to them before crossing your arms over your chest.

“you traitors.” you spat out, making the both of them grow silent as they side eyed each other, trying to contain their laughter.

“sorry, y/n, but tengen is strong for us too. we wouldn’t be much of a help.” mitsuri said, which was a total lie that both you and her knew, but you were too tired to argue.

“ugh, whatever. ‘jiro, get inosuke and zenitsu to meet up with us in front of the gates. it’s almost sunset, so we should start moving.” you instructed the scar-faced boy, making him nod as he obliged.

you turned around, about to walk off, only to be spun back around before getting pulled into a bone crushing hug. you let out a heavy sigh, already knowing the words that would come towards you now.

“hey!! you jerk, don’t just walk off without telling me goodbye. tch, you better come back to me in one piece, alright? i have to braid your hair tonight, so you must come back. i know i tell you this before every mission, but i really love you, y/n. you’re my best friend, and i can’t lose you. so, don’t be stubborn. if you need help, then ask the others, okay idiot?” mitsuri softly spoke, her squeeze on you tightening with every word.

your heart melted as you returned her hug, a smile forming on your lips. no one in this entire universe would be able to describe the bond that you both had as it ran too deep to even measure.

“i love you too, mitsuri. how can i leave you when i still have to attend your and obanai’s wedding, hm? i’ll be back home tonight, in one piece, i promise.” you assured her, looking into her gentle green eyes that held so much adoration for you.

she was the love hashira after all.

“i know you will, y/n. you’re a strong little thing and i believe in you.” she gave you a warm smile before you both pulled away.

both you and tengen waved mitsuri goodbye before taking off. needless to say, tengen’s serious mode is quite enjoyable because he finally shuts up.

---

“yeah? well, maybe if you weren’t such a manwhore, then you’d probably have a wife right now.”

“are you jealous that i can pull bitches and that you can’t?”

“i could have a whole harem full of men if i wanted to.”

“but would they offer to be your husband?”

“...”

“then we’re equals!”

“i would never want to be your equal, that’s just me disrespecting myself.”

“excuse me?! i am the god of fe-”

tengen was rudely cutt-off midway his sentence as the ceiling broke down, his hands instinctively pulling you towards him as your back collided with his hard chest. there were multiple screams coming from everywhere as the commoners looked horrified.

“huh, i guess finding our little friend tonight wasn’t as hard as we thought.” you sneered, walking further in to find the source of all of this commotion.

your eyes widened as you saw tanjiro on the ground struggling to tame nezuko who was in her full demon form. however, tegen seemed more surprised than you because this was his first time witnessing it.

“damn, what a flashy way to demonize your sister.” tengen said in awe as the poor girl was out of her mind and clawing at the air.

“holy shit, then we’ve come pretty late. you look very beat up, ‘jiro.” you said with apologetic eyes, taking note of how tired he looked as he panted and was covered in some blood.

“yeah, the demon’s pretty strong. she- nezuko please! just go to sleep!” tanjiro begged, tears pooling in his eyes as you felt useless since you had no solution for him.

“take her outside in a safe place and try to think of something that would bring her mind back to something that is close to her. maybe like a song or tune that your mother used to sing. we got this from here.” you gave him a small smile, making him nod his head as he quickly grabbed a hold of nezuko before leaving.

“hey!! why aren’t you guys paying attention to me!” you heard a high-pitched voice yell, making both your and tengen’s head turn.

“god, your voice is so annoying, it nearly made my ears bleed.” you grimaced, taking a look at the female in front of you. it was the demon that tanjiro was talking about, but she looked so... weak?

“huh?! you dare to say that to me, you ugly looking shit!” she angrily remarked, making you giggle.

“of course, if i were you, i wouldn’t even need a demon slayer to kill me. i’d just kill myself if i had such a hideous voice like that.” you shrugged, making tengen let out a muffled chuckle as he tried to hide it behind his palms.

“you fools, you may be hashiras, but i’m one of the strongest demons out there. i’m one of the upper moons, ranked in number six. the name’s daki, so don’t forget it when you’re on your last breath by the end of this battle.” daki smirked, but both you and tengen exchanged an expression of amusement.

“what? there’s no way you’re an upper moon six. you’re so weak and unskilled, i could end you in two seconds.” tengen scoffed, making daki’s eyes widen at the insult as she gritted her teeth.

“the fuck did you just say to me, you meat sack?!” she snarked.

“what a pity. not only is your voice ugly and you’re weak, but you’re dumb too! jeez, that’s just foul. here, would you like to take my katana and just end your sad little life on your own before we do?” you pulled out your katana and offered it in a way to taunt her. daki’s eyes twitched at your words as she ran at you, only to have her head laying on her lap in just seconds.

“h-huh? did you just cut my head off?! it’s not fair, it’s not fair, it’s not fair!! you both are so mean to me and this is just bullying!” daki cried, making you confused as you looked at tengen who looked equally as lost as you were.

“is this some kind of a joke? there’s no way she’s throwing a tantrum right now.” tengen chuckled in disbelief.

“what a child.”

“i know, right? her parents must’ve been so fed up with her. she’s so not flashy at all.”

“ugh, and she has white hair like you, so she’s automatically ugly.”

“excuse me?! do not compare me to that thing. i’ll dye my hair to black then with mitsuri’s dye.”

“you both deserve to die for ganging up on me like this! big brother i need your help!” she suddely called out, and you gasped as you saw another demon emerge from her body.

“holy shit-” you were struck, not even being able to form proper sentences.

“oh? how interesting. the fun has just begun.” tengen smirked, his hands gripping the shaft of his katanas.

this was going to be a long battle.

---

“you stupid bitch! you have some nerve to insult my looks when you look like you were picked up from the trash. i’m a beauty icon!” daki cackled, watching you struggle to sit back up after forcefully thowing you across the building with her belt.

you groaned in ache as it felt like your bones were nearly shattered to pieces. you lost sight of tengen, assuming that he was probably handling the brother. you heard the clacks of her heels grow closer and you knew that if you didn’t get back up on your feet soon, things won’t be good.

so, you focused on your breathing to heal.

“beauty icon? don’t make me laugh. you look like the fat shit that i took earlier in the morning. actually, no. you don’t even deserve to be compared with my shit.” you frantically laughed at her, watching her ball her fists, grinding her teeth at your words.

“that’s it, i’ve had enough of you. it’s time to put an end to you right now.” she maliciously smirked, her belt coming towards you to wrap around your figure, only for her to lose sight of you.

“huh?” she looked around in confusion.

“too slow.” you scoffed, holding your katana tightly before beginning to slice her belts. being partnered up with tengen on missions and training allowed you to adopt some of his notable skills. one of them being to move very fast to the point where it almost seemed like you were teleporting. a blue flame began to wrap around her belts, burning them to crisps as daki bellowed in pain.

“you burned my belts!” fat tears began to roll down her cheeks as she fell on her knees, gasping and crying out in pain.

“i wish i could hold even an ounce of sympathy for you, but sadly i don’t.” you coldly said before harshly landing a clean slice on her neck, making her decapitated head fly far from her body.

a sigh of relief left your lips, but you let your guard down way too soon. forgetting how demons work, it slipped out of your mind that even though her head was cut off, her body was still functioning.

you both were still on the roof of a very tall building and you didn’t notice when daki’s body came behind you as you were now pushed off. your eyes widened in horror as you felt yourself lose balance, feet slipping of the edge as you didn’t have the opportunity to grab something.

you screwed your eyes tight, waiting for the impact of the cold soiled ground to come into a harsh contact with your already weak and aching body. however, that never happened as a strong pair of arms caught you, your eyes opening to see tengen look down at you with a playful smile.

“you just can’t do anything without my help, can you?” tengen narrowed his eyes.

“tch, i didn’t even ask for your help.” you rolled your eyes, yet you were still thankful for him saving your life.

“ugh, this is why you’re not very flamboyant, y/n.” he let out a dramatic sigh before completely dropping his hands to the side without warning, making you crash on the ground with a yelp.

“you absolute shithead!” you yelled at him, groaning in pain as you shot him a glare.

you glanced up to the roof to see that daki’s body was now laying hopelessly, and you know that you should probably go look for her head, but you were too tired and pained to even move.

“did you take care of the crybaby?” tengen asked, referring to daki.

“kinda.” you replied, a hint of embarrassment in your tone.

“kinda? what do you mean?” he furrowed his very thin white eyebrows.

“i managed to slice off her head but i let my guard down too soon. so, i don’t know where her head went and her body is pretty beat up but could still function.” you informed him, watching tengen’s face turn into one of disappointment.

“you’re not that careless to mess up like that, y/n. i’ve sliced her head off almost twenty times, so you know that’s not an effective method to kill her.” he nagged at you, making you feel slightly irritated.

“you think i don’t know that, genius? my body can barely stand and i’m losing so much blood that i feel like i can pass out any moment.” you tried to reason with him, only for him to scoff.

“if you can’t handle a little bit of blood loss and body ache then why are you a hashira? this shouldn’t be new to you, y/n.” tengen’s words felt like a jab at your pride with every word that he spoke.

“i made a mistake, okay?! i can’t do anything about it!” you spoke through gritted teeth.

“yeah? well, it was a very stupid mistake that only brainless people make!” he yelled back at you before giving you a glare. your jaw dropped, unable to even form words to defend yourself.

he was right, it was a very stupid mistake.

tengen almost immediately regretted his words, but it was too late to take it back now. he saw how you grew quiet, eyes planted on the ground as he watched you slowly slide back to lean against the wall. he wanted to say something, but would soon be interrupted by gyutaro, who has found him once again.

even keeping your eyes open at this point was draining. your head throbbed and your body felt completely numb. you had no clue where daki’s head went and you didn’t know where tanjiro was either.

you felt your eyelids growing heavier and before you knew it, you passed out.

---

“y/n! y/n! wake up, please! y/n!” you heard a voice desparately call out for you, your body being shaken back and forth. you slowly opened your eyes, vision still slightly a little blurry as you were able to make out some fuzzy burgundy and green bits on the figure.

“tanjiro?” your voice came out as a whisper.

“yes, it’s me, y/n. are you okay?” tanjiro softly asked, helped you sit up straight as you grimaced in pain.

“i’ve been better.” you tried to laugh it off, but it even hurt to laugh.

“mr. tengen and i managed to weaken the brother, but it’s not enough to kill him. we’re just buying some time to recover ourselves.” he said, gulping harshly and you could sense the fear in his voice.

“hey, we’re not gonna die, okay? help me stand up so that i could go over to that airhead over there.” you pointed a shaky finger at tengen who was panting in the distance while gyutaro’s body was at a farther distance.

tanjiro helped you up and held onto you as you walked over to where tengen stood. you could see how fatigued he was, the poison that was injected into his body earlier began to spread. he was so out of it, that he didn’t know that gyutaro was creeping behind him, claws out with the intent to chop a limb off.

both you and tanjiro began to yell his name, but tengen was too distracted to even hear you both. you quickly got out of tanjiro’s hold, sprinting towards the weak man with whatever energy that you had left in your body, throwing yourself onto him. you both came crashing to the ground, rolling off to the side and dodging the attack.

“y/n?” tengen called out your name in surprise.

“this is me paying off my debt to you for saving me earlier.” you quickly muttered, before standing up as you pulled out your katana.

“missed me?” you heard the familair high pitched voice coming from behind. your head turned around to see daki, full recovered before she took one of her belts and wrapped it around you.

gyutaro took this an an opportunity to get back to the unfinished business him and tengen had.

tanjiro quickly sliced through the belt to release you. as far as you know, inosuke has been taken down by daki as he was now trying to recover the severe wound he got. you don’t know where zenitsu went.

“tanjiro, go help tengen fight the brother. i don’t think he’ll be able to hang on by himself for long.” you quickly directed him, but tanjiro seemed conflicted.

“but, what about you, y/n?” tanjiro asked with concern washing over his face. you thinned your lips, only to have some hope in your eyes as you saw a sleeping zenitsu creeping up behind daki.

“zenitsu and i got it from here.” you gave him a small smirk.

---

it was finally over.

both daki and gyutaro were taken down. you laid on the ground, feeling like your heart was going to explode any moment from how irregular your breathing was. there was a huge blast, landing you at a distance and you had no idea where zenitsu was.

all you knew was that the demons were taken down. you saw tanjiro running off to somewhere, along the lines of saying how he won’t be at peace until he found both of their heads.

as bad as it sounded, you had no energy left inside you to care. you felt like a dead corpse. you’ve fought many upper ranked demons before, you even took some very powerful demons down on your own, but this by far was the one that nearly knocked you off.

it was because there was two to deal with, double the trouble.

you’ve been laying on the ground for god knows how long, probably fifteen minutes or so. you tried to control your breathing, trying to envision every single blood vessel within you to deal with the aches and wounds that you had.

from what you know so far, everyone was still alive to some extent that can be taken care of. other members of the corps were on their way, such as kakushis and obanai was said to be on his way as well.

although, the serpent pillar was taking his sweet lovely time.

after some time, you finally felt your body somehow become a little more alive. so, you tried to slowly stand up, knees still slightly a little wobbly but you regained your balance. you walked, well more like limped, around the area as your eyes scanned for tengen.

finding him didn’t take very long as you saw him resting on a pile of rubble. you scoffed, walking to him before crouching down as he glanced at you weakly.

“you look like shit.” you blurted out, making him chuckle at you usual sharp tongue.

“thanks, you look even shittier.” tengen replied, his words having a little lisp added to them but you didn’t pay too much mind to it.

there was a thick silence that was placed between you too, the only sound that could be heard was the heavy breathing that was coming from tengen.

“you alright?” you asked in a gentle voice.

“could’ve been better, although, i don’t think i can hang on much longer.” he gave you a sad smile, making your heart drop to your stomach.

“w-what do you mean?” you stammered, gulping down the lump that formed in your throat.

“the poison he injected inside me is way too strong for my body to fight against it.” tengen let out a pained groan, making you rush to his side as you examined his body. nearly all of the skin he had exposed right now was purple from the poison and worry took over your mind.

“stop talking like that, you idiot. you’re gonna be fine, you hear me? the kakushis are on their way and they’ll have an antidote to reverse this. you’ll be okay.” you said with soft eyes, grabbing a hold of his cold hands to provide some warmth to him. tengen hummed is slight amusement.

“oh? do i see the cold-hearted y/n being mushy for the great god of festivals?” he teased, and you couldn’t help but laugh at how unhinged he can be sometimes, even when he’s nearly on the brink of death.

“unfortunately, yes. you get on my nerves a lot and you’re a complete idiot, but i need you to stay alive and continue doing that. i need you to keep bothering me and making me wanna strangle you. so, you can’t die on me, okay?” you gave his hands a gentle squeeze, making him gaze at your face.

in tengen’s point of view, you looked so beautiful, even though you were covered in blood, scars and dust. he noticed the scar on your cheek, which you got from gyutaro when you saved tengen from losing his arm.

“does it hurt a lot?” tengen asked, a weak finger coming up to lightly graze the scar on your cheek.

“not so much.” you winced a little after feeling his touch.

“i’m sorry.” he suddenly apologized, making your breath hitch.

“it’s okay, it was just a defense inst-”

“no, not for that. i mean, i’m sorry for the scar too. but mainly for what i said earlier to you.” tengen’s voice was laced with guilt as you tried to think back to what he was talking about earlier.

oh.

you realized what he was referring to.

“it’s fine, don’t worry about it. in one way, you weren’t wrong about it.” you admitted as you shrugged your shoulders. tengen shook his head before opening his mouth to speak.

“no, i was in the wrong. i was so angry and frustrated at myself for not being able to take down either of them that i lashed out on you. i know it was a mistake, but i used it as something to attack you with. so, for that i’m sorry.” he sincerely apologized, and you knew that there was not even a speck of bullshit in his words.

“we’re okay, tengen.” you offered him a comforting smile before stroking his messy white locks which came undone from his ponytail.

tengen could feel the poison slowly making his heartbeat irregular, from erratic to dangerously slow, his vision was growing fuzzy and his tongue was getting stiff.

“i need to let my last words out, so hear me out, please.” tengen requested and your heart shattered to a million pieces.

“stop talking crazy! you’ll be fine.” you panicked, feeling useless and desparate as your eyes scanned for any source of help.

“you’re an amazing hashira, y/n. i mean, being able to climb into these ranks and this position in less than a week without any prior training is beyong impressive. i’ve always admired and respected you. you’re very flashy and flamboyant.” he gave you a wide smile, making your heartbeat increase as his words flustered you.

“i think he injected you with too much poison, ‘cause you’re out of your mind.” you giggled, trying to lighten the mood, which worked as the weak male in front of you laughed.

“there’s something else i’ve been wanting to tell you too, y/n.” he cleared his throat, making all your attention go to him.

“hm?” you hummed.

“i l-”

suddenly, his words came to a halt. his expression pained as he slouched back, his mouth closed.

“tengen? tengen! oh god, what the fuck is taking them so long to come?” you yelled in frustration and fear as you stood up and started to call for help in every corner, but it was futile.

you came back to where tengen sat, sitting on your knees as you gently cupped his face. you saw how his eyelids fought to keep open, tears welling in your eyes.

“don’t try to speak, just focus on your breathing, okay? y-you’ll be fine.” you stuttered towards the end, your voice breaking as you let your tears fall. tengen’s eyes softened upon seeing you cry, bringing a shaky hand to wipe your tears away as he shook his head, an attempt to tell you to not cry.

you heard rushed footsteps coming from behind you, turning around quickly to see the kakushis hurrying to your side. you moved over a little, allowing them to take a look at tengen.

“he’s been poisoned and it’s really bad. give him a strong antidote, please.” you begged, watching them nod at your words as one of them dug into the medical kit to pull out a small bottle before handing it to you.

you opened it before placing the bottle near his lips, as tengen obliged and drank the medicine.

“this is the strongest antidote that we have access to. it works almost immediately.” one of the kakushis informed you.

but nearly five minutes has passed and nothing has improved about tengen’s condition, it only seems to have gotten worse.

“it’s not working. do you think maybe a second dose would work then?” you asked, eyes pleading for any kind of solution that could reverse this mess and put your heart at ease.

“miss. y/n, there’s no other option. i don’t think-”

“no! no, you can’t say that!” you cried, looking over at tengen who tried his best to keep a small smile whenever you looked at him. you chewed on your lips, knowing that he was trying to mask away his pain to make you feel less shitty.

you couldn’t help but throw yourself on him, straddling his lap as you shoved your head in the crook of his neck. you started to sob, it sounded really loud and ugly, but you didn’t care.

you don’t want to lose him.

“you can’t die, tengen! this is not how you’re supposed to go, you little shit. being killed by poison is not a flashy nor flamboyant death that is fit for the great god of festivals. please, don’t leave me.” your tears began to wet his clothes and the flesh of his neck and shoulder.

tengen’s heart clenched in pain as he heard your broken cries and pleas. he wishes that he could speak and comfort you, even if his words would’ve been a bunch of lies. but, sadly he couldn’t do anything other than trying his best to embrace you as tightly as he could.

you were so busy crying and sobbing as you begged tengen to not die, followed by a bunch of empty threats darted to him, you didn’t realize when nezuko and tanjiro arrived.

nezuko gently placed her hand on tengen’s bicep and he felt the small touch, glancing down to see the smaller figure giving him hopeful eyes. then, both your and tengen’s body was place in a huge pink flame.

you were still unaware of all of this going down, not even bothering to pull away from tengen even for a second. although, you felt your body temperature slightly rising and it was almost as if your body aches were magically going away.

“jeez, i thought that demon was a crybaby, but surely you’ve taken over that title, princess.” you heard tengen speaking normally, feeling the vibration of his chest as he let out a chuckle.

you quickly pulled away from the hug to look at him, your face teary and eyes glossy with tears. you quickly scanned him and noticed that the trace of poision was gone as his flesh returned to its normal color.

and, his lips drew a shit eating grin.

“you idiot!” you scolded him before tightly wrapping your arms around him as you hugged him, trying to be as close to him as possible as your heart was slowly being put to ease.

“you’re alive and okay.” you said, which was slightly muffled. tengen hummed in response, arms tightly wrapped around your waist.

“can’t leave you now, can i?” he said, comfortingly stroking your back to calm you down.

“i’m glad that you two are okay. we both checked up on inosuke and zenitsu, too. they’re both doing good as well, the kakushis are treating them.” tanjiro assured with a smile, making tengen reciprocate.

you pulled away to look at nezuko who was sitting next to you and tengen. tanjiro came closer before ruffling her hair.

“nezuko’s blood demon art includes healing powers. although, you both shouldn’t move too much as it might make the wounds worse.” tanjiro advised, and both you and tengen nodded.

“thank you, tanjiro and nezuko. you both saved my life and no action of mine can ever repay you for what you guys have done.” tengen graciously thanked them, and both siblings offered him a smile.

“thanks, nezuko.” you gave her a big smile, holding your arms out so that the little girl could come into your embrace. you gave her a gentle squeeze before placing a kiss on her forehead.

“and thank you, ‘jiro. you’re always looking out for us.” you ruffled tanjiro’s hair, he looked more than just beat up, giving you a smile as his tired eyes tried its best to stay awake.

“now, let’s all return home in the most flashiest way possible!” tengen’s loud voice boomed, making everyone cheer.

---

you sighed in bliss, stepping out of the huge shower as you dried yourself. you hummed a small melody, feeling refreshed to wash away all that blood and gunk with a warm shower. you wrapped your hair in a towel and your body in a robe before exiting the bathroom.

you nearly let out a blood curdling scream when you saw someone laying on your bed. after realizing that the person in question is none other than your best friend, mitsuri, you calmed down your elevated heartbeat.

you forgot that she’s the only one who knew your password combination.

“holy shit, you nearly put me in a heart attack just now.” you placed a hand over your heart, closing the bathroom door behind you before shuffling over to the bed where mitsuri now sat up.

she wore a facial expression which made you grow worried. usually, she’s never this quiet and is all smiles and giggles. but, her lips are frowning and you could see her eyes swelling with tears.

“mitsuri? what’s wr-”

you were cut off by her jumping on you as you let out a yelp. she sobbed on your chest as she tried to say something to you, but all her words were incoherent and muffled.

you patted her back and stroked her hair to calm her down, feeling her arms tightening around your waist as if she was afraid that she was gonna lose you.

“i-i was so scared, y/n! when the order came for the assistance of another hashira because you and tengen were down, i lost it. i wanted to go and help you guys, but obanai refused to let me go. i thought i lost my best friend!” mitsuri cried, looking up at you as tears nonstop poured out of her eyes, landing on your neck.

“i’m sorry for worrying you, mitsuri. but, you know that i’m a woman of my words, right? i promised you that i would come back in one piece, and i did. i can’t leave my one and only best friend, now can i?” you gave her a warm smile, making her smile at you too.

“don’t ever leave me, okay? i love you too much to lose you.” she sniffled, and you nodded your head as a small chuckle left your lips.

“i love you too and i promise. now, let’s stop with all of this sad stuff and talk about something else. come on, help me dry my hair so that you can braid it.” you suggested, making her quickly sit up and smile brightly at you as she eagerly nodded at the idea.

so, here you both are now, munching on the red bean mochi that she made earlier while she braids your hair.

“so, i heard that you and tengen shared a pretty special moment together.” mitsuri suddenly said out of the blue, making you choke on the mochi that was trying to pass down your throat. you could feel her smirk behind your head.

“said who? no such thing happened.” you quickly dismissed her assumptions.

“nope, a little birdie told me that you hugged him and you both got all sappy with each other.”

“...”

“so, i’m correct, right?”

“tanjiro told you, didn’t he.”

“i never said any names. so, that means i was right!!”

“i never said that.”

“ughh, you’re so mean, y/n.” mitsuri whined, shaking you back and forth as you let out a heavy sigh.

“listen, even though he’s annoying, i was scared that he was gonna die. i just got a little too emotional, alright?” you explained, your cheeks tinted with an angry blush right now.

“oOooOo~ y/nie’s in loovveee with tengennnn~” she sang out, making you grumble as you were trying to shush her.

“i don’t know anymore, he makes me confused. sometimes he’s a little mean and annoying but then he’s so sweet and caring.” you admitted honestly, making mitsuri hum in response.

you’ve taken note of the small actions tengen would do to fluster your heart. him putting you before himself, moving you away from harm, his sometimes suggestive or flirty comments, and the numerous skinship you both unknowingly shared.

“do a little trial on him for these next few days that you both get off. see if he acts the same or a little different with you.” mitsuri peaked her head around to shoot you a wink.

“different?” you questioned, eyebrows pinched together in confusion.

“mhm, different. you’ll be able to realize, don’t worry. oh! and i finished doing your hair. you should go to sleep, you must be tired.” mitsuri hopped off your bed, leaving you a little dumbfounded.

“huh? but i thought we were gonna have a sleepover.” you said, causing her to laugh nervously.

“o-oh, well that, uhm i just realized that nezuko told me to sew up her kimono.” she replied, which was a total lie, but you decided to mess around with her a little more.

“really? why didn’t she just give it one of the kakushis?” you interrogated further, making mitsuri thin her lips.

“because the kimono is special to her and she trusts me the most with it. besides, you deserve some peace and quiet to rest. i’ll see you tomorrow in the morning.” mitsuri quickly waved to you before scurrying out.

you giggled at her strange behavior as mitsuri never hid anything from you before. but, you knew that sooner or later you’d find out.

you turned of the lamp light before snuggling into your bed as you pulled the covers over your body and fell into a deep slumber.

---

you were awoken by a cold breeze that entered you room, goraning as you rolled around you bed for a little. after stretching your body and doing that weird shaking/twitching thing, you sat up and turned on your lamp. a yawn left your lips as you rubbed the sleep away from your eyes, glancing at the clock rengoku gifted you on your last birthday.

it was almost five in the morning.

it was still pretty early but you knew that you weren’t going back to sleep any time soon. so, you decided to go to the hot spring for a soak since you knew that everyone was still asleep at this hour.

you went to the bathroom and brushed your teeth before washing your face. you then grabbed a fresh set of clothes and a towel before heading out. as you were walking outside, you noticed the familiar white scaled reptile freely roaming the place.

you cocked an eyebrow in confusion, knowing that the animal was almost never without his owner. you walked over to obanai’s pet snake, kaburamaru, before leaning down.

“morning, why are you out here all alone, ‘maru?” you asked, as if the snake could understand and respond to your words. nonetheless, kaburamaru simply stuck his tongue out.

“come on, let’s get you back to obanai.” you extended your arm, allowing the snake to slither onto you before wrapping itself on your neck.

luckily, obanai’s place was on the walk to the spring, so you didn’t have to make a double trip anywhere.

you finally reached his place, knocking on the door as you waited for a response. the door finally opened, revealing obanai in his robe.

“good morning, i just came to return your little friend here who was roaming nearby my place.” you gave him a smile, extending your arm out to let kaburamaru slither back onto his owner as obanai thanked you.

“who is that, honey?” you heard a familiar voice speak from inside his room. you looked at obanai with a questionable expression, but, he simply averted his eyes away from you as a blush crept up to his face.

“mitsuri kanroji. come out here. now.” you strictly called out, hearing a faint gasp coming from her as you could here her shuffling around the bed. you saw her come into your view in just a robe as she harshly pushed obanai aside.

“y/n! what are you doing here?” she nervously laughed as an obvious blush embrace her, while she scratched the back of her nape.

“i just came to return kaburamaru. what are you doing here?” you asked, crossing your arms over your chest.

of course, you didn’t need her to answer.

the visible hickeys that were littered across her neck gave it away.

“i can’t believe you left me for obanai. is this how deep our friendship runs?” you pretended to sulk, making her quickly shake her head.

“no, no! it’s not like that, y/n, i swear!” she tried to reason.

“i was going to invite you to join me in the hot spring, but i assume you’re to busy.” you let out a dramatic sigh, making her face wash with guilt.

“i promise, i’ll join you later!” mitsuri grabbed your hands, giving you apologetic eyes. you chuckled at her futile attempts.

“i’m just playing around, mitsuri. have fun, i’ll see you later.” you winked at her before walking off.

the sun was still shying off, not fully risen as it was still a little dark outside. but, you didn’t mind it. you liked the dimmed lighting, the quiet atmosphere and how it was warm outside.

you finally reached the hot spring, untying your robe as you took it off before settling your clean clothes and robe on the bench that was provided by the corps for use.

you were now in your naked glory, being one with mother nature as the warmth of the earth embrace your skin. you dipped your toe in the water, testing the temperature, which was just perfect. you slowly began to emerge yourself in the water, moaning in bliss as the warm water hugged you with warmth.

you leaned against the edge, allowing yourself to close your eyes as a contented smile was plastered on your face.

“mind if i join you?” you heard a loud voice boom, recognizing it almost immediately. you opened your eyes to see tengen in nothing but a towel around his waist that was barely covering the lower half of his body.

he was bare faced, snowy locks untied and his jewelry was removed.

“knock yourself out.” you bluntly responded, averting your gaze as you realized that you spent way too much time checking him out. you looked the other direction to give him some respect of not looking at him completely nude.

the only people you’ve been in the hot spring with was you friends, mitsuri and rengoku. other than that, you rarely come here unless it was a tiresome mission or mitsuri needed some company.

you heard the splashing sound which indicated that tengen got inside the water, facing him as you both now sat across each other, an awkward distance if you were to be honest.

after about a few minutes that had past, you suddenly heard tengen chuckle.

“i feel like i’m about to have a serious conference with you. come closer, i’m not gonna bite you, ya know.” tengen gave you a sheepish grin, leaning back to become a little more comfortable.

you suppose that he was right.

you wrapped your arms around your chest as you got up, thankfully, the water covered your waist. you didn’t want to accidentally flash him.

you took a seat next to him, feeling a little shy.

“why are you so quiet?” you broke the silence, turning your head to the side to face him. tengen looked down at you with a cheeky smile.

“why? you miss my voice that much?” he asked in a flirtatious tone, making your cheeks heat up.

“no! it’s just unusual for you to be this silent.” you murmured, pushing yourself further down inside the water from embarrassment.

“i’m giving you a day off from our bickering today. but just today! so, don’t get your hopes high.” tengen said, making you roll your eyes.

“why thank you, lord tengen, how kind of you.” you said in a sarcastic voice. however, the foreigness of the honorifics used for him slipping out of your stubborn mouth made his eyes widen.

“you should use honorifics with me more often. you sounded so hot.” he remarked, looking at you with a smirk as he licked his lips.

“oh my god, shut up!” you splashed him with water, making him yelp.

“hey! not fair!” he scoffed before returning the treatment to you as you both were now too busy wetting each other by the brutal splash attacks.

which was you mostly getting drenched as his large hands caused huge splashes while your comparably smaller ones were not much help

“why are you acting like we both didn’t have a romeo and juliet moment yesterday, princess!” tengen teased, continuing his attacks as you struggled to keep up with him, too busy as you were dodging.

“don’t get any weird ideas, i was just an emotional wreck yesterday ‘cause i didn’t want to experience the whole rengoku incident.” you responded, using all your strength to form a huge wave with your hands before splashing him.

“is that so? and how do you view rengoku as?” tengen paused, cocking an eyebrow as he waited for your response.

“a brother of course!” you blurted with no hesitation as if it wasn’t obvious.

“then how do you see me as? a brother?” he scrunched up his nose in distaste as he fake gagged.

“what the fuck, hell no.”

“then?”

“i see you as a colossal dumbass.” you smirked, earning a gasp from him before the water attacks continued to be thrown at you. this would go on for another couple of minutes before you waved your hands in defeat.

“okay, okay! truce.” you held out your hand, waiting for him to shake it.

“fine.” he agreed, taking a hold of your hand; only to pull you against his chest as he smirked. your eyes widened, feeling the bare skinship between your tits and his well-scultped abdomen.

tengen leaned his face down before his hand cupped your cheek, grazing the healing scar that was created from yesterday’s battle.

“does it still hurt?” he softly asked, his voice sounding so hypnotizing and you couldn’t tell if your body was getting hot because of the water or the close proximity between you two.

“not a lot.” you meekly responded, making him hum.

“you were so good to me yesterday, saving me from that demon and scarring this pretty face of yours for me. yet, you look beautiful as ever.” tengen whispered sensually, making you release the breath that you didn’t realize you were holding in.

“really?” you asked, mind slowly fogging up.

“mhm, the prettiest. so fucking pretty that i could just eat you up, princess.” he began to leave soft kisses on your jawline, his lips feeling like soft pillows as you let out a whimper. your hand snaked up his nape, pulling him closer to you as he continued to kiss down your neck.

suddenly, you felt something wet on the flesh of your neck. his tongue began to lick and bite your skin, making you moan. tengen made a few kitten licks before harshly sucking on the spot, determined to leave his mark.

“tengen.” you called out his name, which came out as a whisper.

“hm? tell me what you want, and imma give it to you all.” his thumb stroked your cheek as he looked at you with lust clouded eyes. without thinking twice, you pulled his head towards your face, crashing your lips onto his.

the kiss was steamy and intense, the lewd noise of sucking and clash of teeth from how needy the both of you grew. you nibbled on his lower lip teasingly before licking it as an apology. tengen smirked into your little antics, grabbing a hold of your jaw before kissing you roughly.

you felt his tongue swiping against your lips before his free hand cheekily went down and groped your ass, making you gasp. he took this as a chance to slide his tongue in your mouth, exploring every cavern he could find. you sucked on his tongue, completely drinking and devouring each other.

you could taste the fresh mint he uses every morning.

tengen pulled you more into him, as you could feel his hard cock now resting on your thigh. your eyes widened at how long, heavy and thick it was. he noticed your reaction and couldn’t help but let a cocky grin dance on his lips.

“you feel that? it’s what you do to me.” he spoke on your lips before placing a sloppy wet kiss on them one last time. tengen pulled away, both of your lips connected by a string of saliva as you both panted for air. your lips were swollen and your face was burning red.

tengen bit his lips, seeing your tits on full display for him to enjoy. of course, your tits borderline flash him every day because those tight uniforms are too small to cover them up.

not that he’s complaining.

although, now it was completely exposed. your perky nipples swollen and begging for some of his attention to which he’d be more than happy to provide.

tengen took one of your tits in his mouth, his hand fondling with the other one as he pinched your nipple, before rolling it between his index finger and thumb. tengen was the king of fairness, using his mouth equally as he suckled on your nipples before lightly biting it. he swirled his tongue around the bud before releasing it from his mouth with a ‘pop’ sound.

your breath hitched as you entangled your fingers in his wet snowy locks, pushing him further into your chest. of course, tengen made sure to leave plenty of hickeys on your chest too, just for good measure.

“come on, princess. let me please you how you deserve to be pleased, yeah?” with that being said, he lifted you up as you wrapped your legs around his waist and wrapped your arms around his neck. tengen made sure to securely hold onto you as he stood up and exited the hot spring.

the area had two benches, one of them was occupied with both of your stuff. so, tengen used the empty one to sit you down. a sudden shyness took over you as you realized that you were completely nude in front of him.

you look down at your feet before he grabbed a hold of your chin, lifting your face up to meet his burgundy ones.

“come on, baby, let me see that pretty little pussy of yours.” tengen begged, kneeling as his palms were placed on your knees. there was a growing ache between your legs that you knew only tengen could cure.

so, you pushed away those stupid worries swarming in your mind and said fuck it.

you opened your legs, giving him a beautiful view of your wet cunt. tengen grinned in satisfaction, licking his lips as placed teasing kisses on your thighs, trailing up to your inner thigh.

“tengen, please.” you whimpered, looking down at him with pleading eyes. although he wanted to toy around with you, he has waited way too long for this, so he wanted both you and him to indulge in this.

tengen leaned forwards before licking a fat stripe on your folds. you let out a heavy breath as you felt the wet muscle part your folds open. he began to sloppily makeout with your pussy, sucking on your lips before lightly biting it. multiple swears and curses slipped out of your lips along with sinful moans as his tongue worked wonders.

tengen sucked on your clit before placing a kiss on it, making the most lewd sounds ever. you soon felt the intrusion of something entering your hole as tengen pushed in a thick finger. he began to tongue and finger fuck your dripping cunt, his chin wet with your arousal as he continued to circle the tip of his tongue on your clit.

he soon added a second finger, the sounds of your pussy squealching was like music to his ears. he experimented by moaning against your pussy, the vibration of his voice sending a shockwave through you.

“fuck! s-so close, tengen.” you moaned out as he continued to scissor his fingers inside you while his tongue continued to lick, suck and bite your clit and folds. your stomach began to form a tight knot, your chest feeling fuzzy as your eyes rolled back from the intense amount of pleasure that you felt.

“cum for me, princess.” he demanded, speaking against your sensitive pussy, nose bumping into your swollen clit while he continued to eat you out.

you gasped and let out the most pornographic moan that your throat could produce, cumming all over tengen’s face. he happily drank in all that you had to offer, using his tongue to clean you up as his gracious actions began to overstimulate you.

tengen gave your clit one last playful bite before giving it a kiss as he pulled away, looking at you as he wiped his wet chin. you were still trying to catch your breath from that powerful orgasm that he just put you through, looking at him with a flushed face.

“i’m not done with you yet.” he mumbled, picking you up as he began to walk to his place. you forgot that the hot spring was located pretty much in his backyard.

you both were now inside his bathroom, as he turned on the showerhead, the both of you now becoming wet once again. you felt his hard cock poking your thigh, wrapping your hand around it as you lazily pumped it while kissing him.

he gasped in the kiss, a low moan leaving his lips as your thumb circled his tip. you grinned, looking up at him with an innocent face.

“you know, i could put my mouth to other uses than just bickering with you.” you seductively said, licking and biting his peck playfully, making him groan.

“is that so? why don’t you show me, i’m a visual learner.” tengen replied, making you giggle as you got on your knees to come eye level to his cock.

this man was 6′6ft, it was expected that he’d have a huge cock. but, now that you’ve come face to face with it, you felt a little intimidated. tengen was massive, an erected shaft standing at no less than nine or ten inches, thick as the girth of it barely fit your hands, twin veins running on either side which throbbed under your fingers and his tip leaking precum.

you placed a teasing kiss on his tip before swirling your tongue around, knowing that it’s the most sensitive part. tengen’s breath hitched, as he stroked your hair lovingly while you toyed around with his cock. you licked up and down the sides of his cock, making sure to specifically go over the twin veins, feeling him shudder.

without warning, you took his cock inside your mouth, trying your best to fit most of it in. you gagged at first as you didn’t expect it to hit the back of your throat so soon, but you regained control. you bobbed your head back and forth, making sure to use a lot of spit to lubricate it and make it more slippery.

tengen felt like he was in heaven, just on earth, in his bathroom. your teeth lightly grazed his shaft, the new sensation sending him over the edge as you continued to throat fuck his cock. you sucked and licked the entire length before sucking on his tip like a lollipop.

you fondled with his balls, trying to stimulate more pleasure within him as you knew he was getting close with the way he was twitching in your mouth.

“f-fuck, you’re such a good girl, doing so good for me.” he breathed out, encouraging you to continue your actions as he began to thrust his hips into your mouth. you heard him let out a whimper before a guttural moan exited his lips, his warm cum flowing down your throat.

you made sure to clean his cock up, not wasting a single drop of cum that he poured inside of your mouth. you placed a gentle kiss on his tip, before standing up.

tengen pulled you into a heated kiss, tasting himself a little on your tongue as he looked at you with darkened eyes. his hands travelled in between your thighs, fingers slipping past your slit as he rubbed your pussy.

“need you so bad...please, tengen.” you whimpered, desparately grinding your wet cunt onto his hand as you continued to leave sloppy kisses on his jaw. tengen smirked, feeling himself get hard by your pleas.

“you poor thing. need me to make you feel good, princess?” he tauntingly asked, but you were too fucked out in pleasure to care about his tone. you nodded your head eagerly before he pinned you against the wall.

tengen grabbed a hold of his thick cock, using the tip to prod your slit open. you felt his tip graze against your clit, making you moan as you gave him pleading eyes. however, tengen intended to play around with you a little more.

he coated his cock in your juices, sliding the long shaft between your folds as it ocassionally bumped into your clit or poked your entrance. you were on the verge of tears because your hole was clenching on nothing.

“no more teasing, tengen. i need you inside me.” you said in between your pants, trying to convince him to give in to you by kissing him, sucking on his lips and biting his tongue.

perhaps if tengen was feeling generous today, then he would’ve given in. but, he needed this.

“tell me how bad you need it and maybe then i’ll consider if you’re worthy of my cock.” tengen evilly grinned, making your eyes widen at his request.

“you little shit!” you cursed at him, only to receive a harsh smack on your ass.

“disrespect me again and i’ll leave you in here all hot and bothered, i swear.” he threatened, making you harshly gulped as that was the last thing that you needed to happen.

“please, tengen. i want you to please me, i need you inside of me so bad. make me cum, please?” you tried your very best to sound as pleasing as you could to make him happy, to convince him that you deserved to be fucked by his cock.

“hm, have you forgotten that i am superior to you?” tengen scoffed, wrapping an arm around your waist to make sure that you don’t slip when he lifts one of your legs to wrap around his waist. he takes his free hand to slap his heavy cock on your clit, making you wince in pain.

“say it right or you won’t get it.” he spoke and with every word was a smack on your clit with his cock, to which you were sure made your clit swell with both pleasure and pain.

“please, lord tengen. make me cum, please.” you begged once more and this time he was satisfied with your answer, a proud grin plastered on his face as he leaned in to give you a longing kiss.

“see, that wasn’t so hard now, was it?” tengen playfully asked, but you were too distracted by the way the tip of his cock was splitting you in half. your face expressed a grimace as the stretch of his cock entering your tight hole burned a little.

“just breathe, baby. you’re taking me in so good.” he encouraged you, a finger toying with your clit to stimulate you with some pleasure as he slowly continued to push more inches of himself inside you.

“mhm.. it’s too much, tengen.” you mumbled against his lips, feeling incredibly full as he still hasn’t bottomed out inside you yet.

“you can take it, princess, i know you can. this pussy was made for me.” tengen groaned, pulling out of you completely before slamming his entire cock back inside of you, a loud moan escaping your mouth as you clawed his back in both a mix of pain and pleasure.

“f-fuck, so tight.” he stuttered, feeling your walls welcome his throbbing cock in a tight hug as he continued to thrust in and out of your went cunt. you were breathing heavy, the feeling of fullness from his cock threw you into a whole other dimension.

“feels so good.” you whimpered, biting down on his neck as he continued to piston his hips into you, balls smacking against your thigh. his twin veins grazed your slick walls so perfectly, the friction increasing your pleasure.

“been waiting for so long to fuck this sweet pussy of yours. god, if only you knew how many times you’d make me so hard and i had to jack off at the thought of you. and now? this pussy is mine.” he lowly chuckled, increasing his pace as his stamina was absolutely wild.

a ring of white cream began to form at the base of his cock as you were fucked out dumb from his huge cock. your eyes rolled back, vision growing blurry as your mind was filled with nothing but tengen.

“i’m gonna cum.” he moaned out, making you gasp as he twitched inside you while his tip kissed your cervix.

“i-inside.” you managed to stammer out, and he nodded. the familiar knot continued to tighten as your climax was near. you moaned like an absolute bitch in heat, purposely squeezing him with your walls, feeling him choke on a breath from how good you made him feel.

“gonna cum-” you whimpered as your body shook with pleasure, cumming all over his cock and a few seconds later, tengen painted your walls with thick ropes of cum. you shuddered at the warm feeling of your pussy being pumped full of his cum, as tengen still lazily thrusted inside of you.

you were completely delirious.

you cupped his face, pulling him in for a kiss, nothing too suggestive. it was a simple and loving kiss.

you pulled away, looking at him with a bashful smile.

“come on, let’s properly clean up now.” tengen chuckled, and you nodded your head. he pulled out of you, watching the sight of your pussy leaking his cum and he could feel his cock struggling to contain the urge to get hard again and plunge deep inside your cunt again.

“don’t waste it, pretty. i worked too hard to fill you up.” he scoffed, plunging two fingers into your cunt to shove his cum back inside you.

“tengen!” you smacked his bicep, your pussy still sensitive. you both broke out into a fit of giggles as you guys finally decided to cut it out. the rest of the shower consisted of you two bickering as usual about who made who feel more pleasured. you washed his hair and he washed yours, it felt very domestic.

after about another half an hour or so, you both finally got out of the bathroom. tengen went outside by the hot spring to grab both of your clothes from the bench.

he saw mitsuri heading to the hot spring, waving her good morning as the woman happily reciprocated.

“oh! why do you have y/n’s clothes in your hands? and speaking of y/n, where even is she? i told her that i’d be joining her in the hot spring later.” mitsuri pointed at your clothes as she asked in confusion.

“don’t worry, i took great care of her. she seemed a little tense, so i helped her relieve it.” tengen smirked, giving mitsuri a wink. she gasped as she saw the marks left on his flesh, a squeal leaving her lips.

“i knew it, i knew it! hehe, she’s never gonna hear the end of it from me!” mitsuri jumped in joy from her victory.

“hm, looks like you and obanai had some fun like us too.” tengen pointed out, noticing the bluish-purple marks left on her neck. she laughed in embarrassment, to which tengen didn’t pick on her any further, patting her head before taking his leave to let the woman enjoy her time.

tengen returned with your clothes as you both dressed more comfortably. it was only seven in the morning, still pretty early.

“i should head back to my room.” you said, standing up from the bed, only to have tengen frown.

“why? just stay here with me for a little longer.” tengen grabbed your hands, pulling you down on his lap as he protectively wrapped his arms around your waist.

“what if someone finds out?” you asked in worry.

“so? who cares? you’re mine now anyways. also, mitsuri know.” tengen dropped the bomb as he kissed your neck.

“what?! how??” your eyes were the size of two full moons.

“i met her by the hot spring just now, she was asking for you and i told her that you were with me.” he shrugged it off. you groaned as you shoved your face in the crook of his neck.

“fuck, i’m screwed.” you whined.

“why? you don’t wanna be with me?” his voice was tainted with disappointment, making you quickly pull back to cup his face.

“no! that’s not what i meant. it’s just, i’ve been in denial with my feeling for you for so long and mitsuri was right. so, she’s gonna eat me alive for the next few weeks.” you let out a heavy sigh, making him chuckle.

“oh? you know, you saying that now makes me wanna eat you again.” tengen grinned, and in a swift motion you were now on his bed with him hovering above you.

you giggled, locking him between your legs as you wrapped your arms around his neck before pulling him in.

“you’re so dirty, geez. i’m so tired and sore, so let’s just sleep.” you suggested, watching his eyes glimmer with love as he nodded. tengen laid on the side, pulling you close to his chest as he kissed the top of your head before looking down at you.

“tengen?” you called out to him.

“yes?” he responded, as you looked up at him.

“i love you. well, i love you a lot actually. i was so scared that i was going to lose you yesterday. so, don’t ever scare me like that, okay?” you hugged him tighter, making him laugh at your sudden confession.

“i love you too, princess. as long as my heart beats, i promise to protect you.” tengen leaned down to press a kiss over the scar on your cheek before finally planting a soft and loving kiss on your lips.

you both smiled at each other before snuggling into one another’s embrace as sleep slowly began to take over your heavy eyes.

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hii so i wanted to know if you could do a frat boy harry who’s a hockey player and reader who’s a figure skater. and it’s like enemies to lovers type of thing like rivals.

idk how to feel about this one...but here you go!

Part 2

You positioned your arms in the correct position, taking some deep breaths before the music began. The opening chords sounded—a lilting, breathy harp—and when you were ready, you bent down gracefully, and started the routine you'd been perfecting for months.

Your skates glided across the ice, your body letting the music move you through each trick. Nothing else existed for the next two and a half minutes. Drowning out every single distraction was the only way to achieve perfection, in your mind.

The music finally stopped as you skated back to the center to land in your final position. Your breathing was heavy, but you tried your hardest not to let it show. The routine needed to appear effortless, and panting like you'd just run a marathon would give the opposite effect.

There was light applause from some of the other girls you skated with after you left the center of the rink, but otherwise it was still fairly quiet. That is, until Harry showed up.

“Oh, come on, Princess, you can do better than that!”

“Suck my dick, Harry!”

“I’d rather suck on something else, love, you know that. But only if you let me.”

You rolled your eyes, but didn’t look over at him once, knowing that would only give him more satisfaction.

Harry Styles was the captain of your school’s hockey team. He was the best goalie in the state, had an excellent record, had his pick of any NHL team from coast to coast, could even be selected for the Olympic team next year. He was one of the most popular guys at your school, students and professors alike wrapped around his finger, but to you he was just a cocky, arrogant son of a bitch.

You skated at the same university, but instead of holding a stick and getting into fights and shoving opponents against plexiglass, you performed. Your competitions weren't so barbaric. You were a figure skater, an excellent one at that. Not that anyone at your school really cared. If it wasn’t aired on the a big sports network, it wasn't worth talking about. It didn't matter that you were a world class figure skater, or that you were mastering tricks that only the best skaters in the world merely considered putting in their routines. It didn't matter that you'd won competition after competition. You weren’t praised for your flawless technique or your effortless grace the way that Harry was praised for blocking an impossible shot. Statistically speaking, you technically had a better record than Harry did as far as victories went, but as history has shown, boys always got more recognition.

It didn’t bother you that Harry and his teammates were more popular than you, that wasn’t your issue. The problem was that it went straight to their heads. They lorded their talent over everyone like they were God’s gift to humankind. It drove you insane, and the fact that you all practiced and trained at the same rink made it that much worse.

You skated back to the center of the rink again, more laser focused than ever now that you knew Harry was watching. The only good thing that came out of his assholish ways was that it drove you to work ten times harder. When the music started, you could feel his eyes watching your every move, but you let it fuel you. You didn't just achieve perfection, you were perfection. And where you might have bobbled a landing last go around, this time you stuck it without a hitch.

“Yeah! That’s my girl!” Harry whistled, the sound of his hands clapping bouncing off the pretty much empty rink.

At that, you turned and glared at him, only to see him smiling and wiggling his eyebrows at you. Everything about him irritated you to the highest degree, from the self-satisfied smirk to the way his dark curly hair fanned out beneath his backward baseball cap, the one that rarely left his head unless he was wearing his goalie helmet. The most annoying thing about him was how cute he was. If he wasn’t such a dick you actually might be interested.

Before you could reply with a snide remark, your coach walked over to where Harry was pressed up against the rim of the rink. “Stop distracting my skaters, Styles!”

“Sorry, Coach,” Harry called, but he didn’t look apologetic in the slightest. Winking at you, he walked off, taking his hat off for a moment to run a hand through his hair before putting it back on again.

Shaking Harry off, you finished the rest of your training in peace. It went pretty quick, which was why Harry was there in the first place. Once you and your friends got out of your skates and changed into regular clothes in the locker room, you were all on your way to the parking lot.

“I swear he’s into you or something,” Kate, one of your best friend said when she saw Harry waiting by your car, a couple of his friends/teammates with him.

“As he should, but it’s never gonna happen,” you said.

Kate nudged you. “Why? I mean he’s annoying as fuck, but he’s the hottest guy at our school. And I’ve heard he’s, like, you know, good in bed.”

“Ugh, not you too, Kate,” you groaned, though you weren’t all that surprised she was playing devil’s advocate. She went to the dark side a few months ago when one of the other boys on the hockey team asked her to to some fraternity dance and had been together ever since. “And for the record, no one our age is actually ‘good.’ According to my sister, it takes years of practice.”

“If you’re worried I don’t have any experience, you shouldn't. I have plenty of it, Princess.”

You rolled your eyes. “Your hand doesn’t count as experience, Harry,” you said, walking past him and his friends to put your things in the trunk of your car.

His friends all laughed and pushed him around, but you ignored all of it, waiting for them all to leave. From your vantage point, you saw Kate walk over to Harry and her boyfriend Zayn. She went over and gave him a hug, but you stayed where you were, not looking Harry in the eye.

“There’s a party tonight,” Zayn said to you and Kate. “You guys should come.”

Before you could say no, Kate spoke first. “Yeah, we’ll definitely be there.” After telling you that she’d be at your house to pick you up later, she and Zayn walked off, leaving you and Harry alone.

“I’m assuming you’re sticking around because you need a ride?” you asked, slowly inching forward.

Harry nodded, reaching his hand out to you. You took it reluctantly, letting him pull you closer. Once you were close enough, though, you couldn’t help yourself. You surged forward and kissed him, pressing your body against his. Harry was more than receptive, letting you take his baseball cap off and run your hands through his hair. His kiss set you on fire, and you hated how much you loved it.

“You have to stop doing that,” you said once Harry’s lips attached to your neck. You almost couldn’t get the words out because he knew exactly which spots made your breath hitch, but you managed.

“I thought we were supposed to be keeping up appearances,” he panted, speaking the words into your skin. “You’re the one who doesn’t want anyone to know we’re dating.”

“We’re not dating.” Your response was immediate. You expected Harry to stop his attack on your neck, but he didn’t. In fact, you felt him grin against you.

“Sure, whatever you say.”

Screwing around with Harry was not something you expected. He was cocky and got on your nerves constantly. But he flirted with you just as often, and one day it just got to you. You dragged him into a closet at a party, and you’d been secretly doing whatever you were doing ever since.

“No one finds out, got it?” you whispered, unbuttoning his shirt.

“Whatever you want, Princess. We done talking now?”

So you were a thing. Friends with benefits. But not really friends because outside of closed doors Harry still pissed you off to no end. Rivals with benefits? No, that didn't have the same ring to it.

It didn't really matter, though. Even giving that much thought to the situation at hand was too much.

Harry slid into the passenger seat of your car after throwing his gear in the trunk. Giving him a ride wasn't something you foresaw after that first night you spent with him, but he didn't own a car and didn't live with his friends, and after he mentioned nearly getting jumped at a bus station, you offered to drive him home. Harry was a thorn in your side, but you weren't heartless.

His hand settled comfortably on your knee as you pulled out of the parking lot, his thumb moving back and forth along the soft material of your sweatpants.

“Don’t,” you warned.

“Don’t what?” Harry asked, though you didn't even have to look over to know he was smirking at you.

“Last time you tried something in the car we almost crashed”

“That’s because your eyes were closed. I'm completely innocent,” Harry reasoned.

“You had your fingers—”

“Now, now, Princess. Stay calm before you nearly kill us again.”

You groaned in sheer annoyance. At Harry's childishness, at yourself for letting his immaturity get to you. He knew just how to push your buttons, and you absolutely despised him for it.

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“Stay with me tonight.”

“I already told Kate—”

“Tell her you’re sick,” Harry interrupted, kissing your bare shoulder. “You didn’t even want to go in the first place. Just stay here.”

You wouldn't lie, staying in Harry's bed sounded much more appealing than holding a plastic cup of stale beer and shouting over music to be heard. Parties were never really your thing, but it was something to do on the weekends, so you went. But now Harry was presenting another option, though it was one that wandered beyond the boundaries of your arrangement.

“Don’t you think people might get the wrong idea if both of us don't show up?” you asked. You felt like you needed a reason to say no, and this was the best one you could come up with.

“Everyone thinks we hate each other,” Harry replied. His voice was raspy and slow, the way it got when he was tired. You weren't sure when you started to recognize little details like that, but now you did. “Come on. My roommate is gone for the weekend. We'd have the whole place to ourselves.”

“We’d probably kill each other,” you mused, though the idea did spark something in you.

“Maybe.”

His voice was muffled as his lips dragged across your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. One hand moved your hair to the side so he had better access to the spot just below your ear while the other traced lazy circles on your hip. You were tired, utterly spent really, but the sensation of Harry’s skin and the occasional nip of his teeth was hard to ignore. You leaned into his touch almost involuntarily, humming as his hands continued to dip and stroke apply pressure in the places he knew were your most sensitive.

“What were you gonna do at that party anyway?” he said. “Pretend to have a good time? Talk to guys who think they have a chance with you when they don't?”

“Who says they don't?” you asked, though it was mostly to egg Harry on. You didn't miss the glares pointed in your direction whenever you talked to other guys at parties. There weren't any kind of rules that the two of you abided by, but both of you were well aware of the fact that you weren't seeing anyone else. And Harry would always let you know how he felt about you flirting with other guys when he finally got you alone.

You'd hoped that your remark would set Harry's jealousy aflame and make him remind you how wrong you actually were. It was the kind of cat and mouse game you played often, but instead of responding the way he normally did, Harry did the oddest thing. He let go of you completely.

“Fine then. Go and have fun at your party.”

You were inexplicably cold as Harry's arms released their hold on you and he shuffled towards the edge of the bed so he wasn't touching you.

Totally and utterly surprised, you laid still, unsure of what was going on. Finally, you said, “Really?”

Harry shrugged as he pulled a book from his nightstand and opened it up, completely nonplussed. “If you think that anyone at that stupid party is going to measure up to me, then by all means,” he said, gesturing towards the bedroom door with his book.

Without another word, he went back to reading, leaving you virtually alone with your thoughts.

Something stirred in you. Guilt didn't feel like the right word, but you felt...kind of bad for making Harry feel that way, and even worse now that he wasn't paying attention to you. It was ludicrous, seeing as he drove you insane and you hated him, but at the moment, all you wanted to do was crawl over to him and have his attention again. At the very least to have him finish what he'd started.

So, perhaps against your better judgement, you did.

“I’m sorry,” you said, squishing your cheek against his shoulder and spreading your hand across his torso.

By now you didn't even have to look at him to know which tattoos you were tracing, so you kept your eyes on his face as your fingers traveled from the butterfly on his stomach down to the fern leaves on his hips. Up, down, lower, grazing until you got a reaction from him.

“You’re gonna have to do a lot better than that,” he mumbled. His eyes were still on his book, but he had yet to turn a page, so you knew progress was being made.

You added kisses to the mix. All across his chest you kissed him, sucking a hickey right where his heart was. You could feel Harry's heart beat faster, but he still wouldn't look at you, which made your brows furrow with mild annoyance.

“Hmm. Now we're getting somewhere,” he said, a satisfied grin on his face, when your hand finally stopped teasing and got to work.

Still, it took another couple minutes of you practically groveling for him to finally look at you. His chest was flushed, but his face still remained as calm as ever. He'd hardly reacted at all to what you were doing, which made you want to please him that much more.

Pouting at him, you took the book out of his hands and chucked it across his bedroom, then placed one of his hands on you.

With one brow raised, Harry looked down at you. “You ready to behave?”

The logical part of your brain was saying this was madness. You hated how smug he was acting, how sure of himself he was. You were stroking his ego, and he was eating it up, something you never thought you would do voluntarily. But you wanted to, and you hated how much you loved it, loved having to work for it.

You nodded, leaning towards him. He would most likely never let you live this moment down, and you would have to exact some kind of revenge on him in the future, but all of that was far from your mind. The only thing you cared about was Harry's lips meeting your own as he pushed you back against the mattress, finally ready to give you both what you wanted.

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Pack Mentality

Between the Bones (Leon x GN! Reader) - Chapter 29

It may not be the fight you were all training for, but it's the one you find yourselves in. And for the first time in months, you remember how good it is to be part of a unit.

(Cross-posted from Ao3)

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CW: A fight. Like, just straight up, a group fistfight. Injuries all around (including to the Reader)

Twelve.

Twelve opponents.

The odds weren’t good, but when had they ever been? You’d gotten used to fighting multiple opponents. But that was the trouble - what you were used to. With Leon - hell even with the rest of your squad - it had been a game of knowns. You all knew each other’s moves. Your habits. Hell, there was even something of a uniform fighting style amongst you all. It was brutal, but it made sense.

This, though, was just violence. Messy and savage.

Those first few moments were chaos. Well, if you were being honest, the entire thing was. Fights with seventeen combatants were seldom orderly affairs.

You’d felt fear, anger and then . . . then you’d been lost in the crush, in the adrenaline and familiar cold focus. In the need to get you and yours through this.

Thin the herd. Protect my own. That was your mission.

You would see it done.

You came one step closer to achieving that goal when some idiot thought you weren’t paying attention. They were right to strike while you were otherwise occupied, fighting another of the Fort Benning recruits. He hadn’t counted on your awareness, honed by hours spent under Krauser’s watchful eye, you outnumbered just as you were now. The newcomer had swung a backfist at your face - one you ducked under. Your palm struck his throat first, then your elbow crunched into his nose while he’d sputtered. He went down, curling in on himself.

Eleven.

Williams and Valeria took down one of their opponents, Valeria kicking him hard into a world-shaking blow from the taller woman.

Ten.

Your world became moves and counter moves. Evasions and maneuvering to keep yourself from being surrounded. Punches and kicks you delivered that made you feel less like a person, more a force of nature. You knocked legs out from under the men you fought. Delivered pain to their stomachs and faces and twisted their arms almost to the point of breaking. Knuckles bloodied and bruised, your body ached from the blows you hadn’t been fast enough to stop. Your opponents were no better, though. You’d given as good as you got so far, as did the rest of your squad. The trouble was the numbers. That these bastards had a pension for getting back up. Watching each other’s backs only went so far when you were surrounded and so thoroughly outnumbered. You were all better than your opponents, but they still had training. They knew how to fight. More than that, you had to account for human error. You made mistakes.

Mistakes like Valeria leaving her flank open when she thought Williams had her covered, earning her a tackle to the ground.

Mistakes like Alenko being just a second too late on a block.

Mistakes like you falling for a feint and feeling the now-too-familiar impact of a fist to the face. Your eye felt the compression of the blow, the pain. Your head spun, everything going unfocused for a moment. You’d be black and blue and swollen tomorrow, you knew.

Had to get there first.

You staggered away. Vision clearing. Guard up. A shape moved in front of you, fist raised.

It never landed.

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Leon pulled your would-be assailant back, arms wrapping under the man’s own from behind. Holding him in place. He looked at you from over the man’s shoulder, seeing the pain but also the determination in your eyes. Not about to waste the opportunity Leon gave you, you pushed that pain aside and gave the man your retribution. Your kick hit the man hard between the legs, but Leon imagined the haymaker that followed hurt just as bad. The man’s breath left him in a sad exhale as you drove a fist into his head, and Leon threw him to the ground.

Nine.

Your eyes widened and Leon didn’t have time to react to the blow that came his way, the attacker rushing him seemingly out of nowhere. It caught him in the side painfully hard, and then it was your turn to be his shield.

Rushing to Leon’s side just as he blocked another punch, you spun, kicking your leg straight to the side. Leon had come to expect power from you, but every time he saw it . . . it was almost enough to make him fall for you all over again, even in the middle of all this mess. Your kick connected with the man’s side, pushing him away. Leon took the opportunity. Two kicks, one to the side of the knee that made the man’s stance buckle, and the next a roundhouse to the head, delivered with more force than you would have expected. The soldier went down without much fanfare.

Eight.

And then, away from the rest of the fight for just a moment, Leon looked up, seeing you there. Just as bruised and bloodied as he was, and staggeringly beautiful.

But there would be time to admire you later. The moment passed quickly, and he saw his thoughts reflected in your eyes.

Let’s get to work.

You both turned, taking in the state of affairs before you. Just in time to see Valeria take a blow to the face, blood and spit flying from her mouth. Williams answered in retaliation, but she looked bad, too. The pair were surrounded, five against two. Alenko had two of his own friends to deal with, one of whom drove him backwards until his back hit the wall of the building behind him. But as the two closed in, Alenko reached down, collecting the fine, dry dirt from the ground beneath him and throwing it up into his attackers eyes.

The final assailant was already heading your way, pausing for a moment as he took in the sight of you and Leon, realizing that his own allies were otherwise occupied. Leon almost felt bad for the poor fucker.

Almost.

Then he rushed you, anyway, aiming a kick at your stomach. One he telegraphed plainly. Smaller movements, Leon thought to himself, as you easily stepped to the side. One of your arms hooked under the man’s extended leg, the other bracing at his shoulder. And with the momentum of your movement and the strength you’d earned over months and years of service, you lifted him clean off the ground . . . and then threw him down on his back. In the distance, Alenko did something similar, lunging for his temporarily blinded opponent and reaching his arms around the man’s waist. He hoisted him up, then, and slammed him down hard. Leon, though, was almost too busy watching your back to notice that.

Seven.

You continued on, trying to get to Valeria and Williams. The man you’d thrown tried to get up, but Leon ended that impulse with a hard kick of his own, sending the man down into the ground once more. He groaned but didn’t move to get up again.

Six.

Williams yelped as she was pulled off her feet, and Leon looked up just in time to see her thrown over someone’s shoulder by her arm. Even in the dim light of evening, he could still see the dust kicked up as she hit the ground. Her eyes widened, and the man who’d thrown her brought his fist hard down against her nose, breaking it. She cried out again, grasping at her face and curling in on herself. When the culprit turned, you were met with the fury-filled stare of Taylor.

And if you were met with fury, then when he looked at you and Leon, he was met with hellfire.

Valeria, though, pushed herself up from the ground first, charging Taylor sideways. His concentration broken, it gave you time to focus on the other four he’d been fighting alongside. Only one of which stayed to help Taylor with Valeria. The other three turned your way, advancing quickly towards you and Leon.

And for a few moments, as the end of the fight began, Leon felt unstoppable with you at his side. You both matched your three opponents step for step, blocking and evading and punishing those moves. This may not have been the fight you two had been training for, exactly, but it was the one you found yourselves in. One that gave Leon - and no doubt you as well - deja vu. Three against the two of you. You’d fought those odds before, when you were both more unbalanced. When you didn’t know each other as thoroughly as you did now. Even without your knives, even against men who meant to do you real, true harm, you and Leon moved as one. Defending one another, creating an opening that the other could use. It was . . . well, were it not for the lingering pain in his head and knuckles, it might have almost felt good.

Therein lay the problem, he supposed. He should have known better by now to feel such confidence in something. To let himself think he was unstoppable.

Because as soon as the thought crossed his mind, Leon glimpsed Valeria. There was a man on top of her, pinning her down, laying blow after blow that she raised her arms desperately to block. And, seeming to think his friend had it sorted, Taylor then turned his attention away from her, stalking your way.

The brawny man was bruised, like you and Leon were, but he had the benefit of not fighting three other people.

You were in the middle of an exchange when Leon saw him coming, and he tried to call out a warning to you.

What he hadn’t seen was the fifth aggressor knocking Alenko down, too. Leon didn’t see him beelining towards the two of you. He only felt the devastating blow as it made contact with his face, blood splattering in the air and onto the dirt as it brought him down, his vision going hazy.

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“Leon!” you called, but he fell just as your opponent did. Seeing him go down coupled with the inertia of the throw you’d used to get the man you were fighting away from you provided an opportunity.

The man you’d been fighting rolled away from you-

Five-

-and then you felt another punch seed pain across your face. Your cheek this time, luckily, but it still made the throbbing ache already present in your skull all the worse. You raised your arms as you saw another strike incoming, surprised when you blocked it successfully . . . but a worse surprise came when you realized you were the only one left standing, with Valeria still grappling with her own adversary.

Four of them and one of you.

You knew how this would likely end.

But you’d be damned if you weren’t going down swinging.

So you picked the one that had attacked Leon. The one who had hurt the man you cared for. Shoved hard into the man attacking you and rushed forward. You leapt, your knee slamming hard into his chest. Trying to get them away from Leon. To give him time. To hopefully let him get up. To keep the heat off Valeria as she fought her own battle.

You fought hard as you always did. Blocking strikes one after another, retaliating with blows of your own. It was a losing battle, but you did all you could. There was even a moment of hope as you brought a man’s face down on your knee. Hope that spurred you on . . .

Right up until pain cracked across your left side in an all too familiar spot. Your ribs twinged in agony as one of your attackers landed a punch there, and it was just enough when combined with the beating you’d already taken to stun you.

You thought you heard someone calling your name as another blow landed across your face. You tried to stay up, you really did, catching yourself on your hands and knees. Just like you tried to move when you saw the kick coming your way.

Instead, you screamed as it made contact with your side.

You screamed as you felt those bones that never quite healed right starting to give way as you were kicked again, forcing you onto your side at last.

Forcing you into the dirt.

You could only lie there, lost in the pain, so different and so familiar. The knife had hurt more - infinitely more - but this . . .

Footsteps. Boots by your head. You looked up and saw the owner of those boots standing over you, chiseled jaw set tight as he looked down at you. Taylor looked entirely too pleased with himself, and you wondered briefly if he was going to knock out one of your teeth, too. If he would kick and beat you until your face swelled. You could only brace for that, trying to ignore the brokenness of the bones in your side enough to raise a defense.

Something shifted a ways away from you. Someone - scrambling against the dirt.

Then Taylor was being thrown away from you, and there Leon was, facing down the impossible for you again.

You couldn’t let him face it alone.

It hurt. God, did it hurt to move. To push yourself up from the ground. Your ribs begged you to stay down . . . but you’d never been good at listening to your own sense of self-preservation. So, with as much of a steadying breath as you could take, you brought your arms underneath your body and slowly - agonizingly - you began to rise.

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He always managed to find himself in this position, didn’t he? Leon, outnumbered and alone, with only the promise of pain to look forward to. Still, he didn’t regret it. Even as his jaw ached, as blood from his nose and broken skin on his forehead spilled down his face, he fought. Because if it could spare you some pain, he would take all the blows in the world.

So he moved the way Krauser had taught him. The way you had taught him; fast and efficient, blocking what strikes he could with his head spinning the way it was. Punches and kicks rattled his body as he defended himself, desperately looking for an opening.

And he got one, when a small figure rushed in from the sidelines, leaping through the air with a leg extended.

Valeria snarled as her kick landed, the unexpected force of it knocking one of Leon’s attackers aside and allowing Leon himself to finish the job with a roundhouse of his own.

Four.

He looked to where Valeria had been struggling with her own opponent, seeing him now lying on the ground, writhing in pain and clutching at his shoulder. She’d won then, and come to help him.

Three.

Three versus two . . . or so Leon thought it would be, because when those remaining three began closing in, there was a roar from behind him.

And then, with a speed he’d not seen and a pain-fed rage in your eyes, you were rushing forward. The soldier you attacked didn’t have any time to react, so caught off guard by your charge, that when you grabbed the back of his knees and pulled them out from under him, he couldn’t do anything to stop it.

Valeria huffed a little laugh, and Leon had to pull his attention away from you, in awe of the utter ferocity in your movements. They were matched when Valeria blocked a punch from one of the remaining soldiers, and the two of them began a fight of their own.

And then it was Leon facing down Taylor once again, the fragile man who’d started all of this.

Leon was tired. Exhausted and hurting. But he wasn’t going to back down. Not now.

“Last chance to walk away from this,” he said, tasting his own blood as he spoke. It was more mercy than he should have given, after seeing Taylor kicking you while you were down. After he caused you so much pain. So, Leon was almost glad when the soldier shook his head.

“Like hell.”

Leon nodded. Raised his arms. “You’re a slow learner, aren’t you?”

And finally, the end of this mess began. Taylor charged forward, and Leon met him halfway.

⧫⧫⧫

You were in agony. Every move hurt more than the last, but you kept going - kept bringing your fists down against the man you had pinned beneath you. It was brutal, but you’d lost the part of you that cared. Buried beneath the pain of it all.

Show no mercy.

So, once you saw the fight go out in the man you were on top of, breaking his nose beneath your fist, you clumsily got to your feet, your body protesting against it once more.

Two.

Two left, and as you stood, you glimpsed Valeria kicking her leg up, cracking into her opponent’s jaw. Then she arced the kick back down, and her heel struck the back of the man’s head, sending him sprawling into the dust.

One.

Taylor was the last.

And he was facing down Leon, swinging fists with wild abandon. It hadn’t been enough in sparring, and it wasn’t enough now.

Leon blocked a high attack, then wrapped his arm around Taylor’s. Striking his stomach once, twice, three times. Valeria rushed in then, delivering a backfist that should have made the man see stars.

He wasn’t done, though. Idiots didn’t know when to quit.

Leon was ready, though, when he tried to move for another attack, and so were you. Your boy, your Leon . . . were it not for the pain in your ribs, you would have smiled wide as you saw him turn over his shoulder, his leg extending out. The kick landed on Taylor’s shoulder, sending him spinning and stumbling away. Right towards you.

With a cry, you outstretched your arm and moved forward. The pain was worth it to see Taylor get clotheslined to the ground, his back and head cratering into the earth.

There was a moment of stillness, then, as Taylor groaned, weakly turning over onto his side. You watched from above him as he lay there, pathetic and defeated. Him and all his eleven allies, the men who’d thought you would all be easy prey.

Twelve.

You’d beaten twelve trained combatants.

The thought made you huff a laugh - and then you instantly regretted it when your ribs shot pain through you as punishment.

But you sure as shit weren’t going to let Taylor see that moment of weakness. So, as Leon and Valeria moved to your side, observing your shared work, you fought to keep a straight - if bruised - face. Especially as Taylor started to push himself up once more.

“Stay down,” Leon warned, his voice firm. Like steel.

Taylor, though, didn’t listen. You and Leon were both happy to let Valeria do the honors, and with a final punch as he tried to rise, Taylor was knocked out cold. “Dulces sueños, cabrón.”

It was over.

And fuck, you were hurting for it.

You grimaced at last, taking a moment to breathe. As the adrenaline faded, you were left with the aches of the fight. The sharp, stabbing pain in your side. The throbbing as your eye swelled more and more. You must have looked a sight, but your squad mates were no different.

Leon was no different.

Seeing him like that, seeing him bruised and weary . . . it made a mix of emotions bubble in your gut. Emotions you weren’t ready for.

Emotions you didn’t get to really feel, because of cosmically hilarious timing. “What the fuck is going on here?” Commander Cortez sounded more furious than you’d heard him yet. Then again, you were standing over a dozen of his men, all passed out or in various states of immobility.

No time to celebrate your victory, then. But when had life ever thrown you a bone like that?

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A/N: Anyway, Taylor is a bitch and got what he deserved. Also, idk if y'all have read Boot Camp by artificialsvicide over on Ao3 but like, this lil arc was very much inspired by the flashbacks in that series, and if y'all like sparring with tension, you should 10000% go read it! It's damn good!

Mood music for this fight is "Snakes" by PVRIS, "Archangel" by Samurai and "Friday Night Fire Fight" by Aligns. Because I'd fight misogynists to those songs.

#leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy #jack krauser #resident evil x reader #resident evil 2 #resident evil 4 #resident evil #between the bones #gender neutral reader #leon kennedy x you #no y/n

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demialwrites · 21 days

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Sparring

Reader with some kind of position that sees action. Turk? Soldier? Catches a bored Rufus' eye.

Now that's a man I'd like to toy with, you thought when you saw your boss smile. You covered your mouth in embarrassment, as if the words had written themselves across your face. Don't hold your breath, you told yourself, and returned to focusing on your job.

Roughly a week a half later, President Rufus cast you an appraising side glance. "I'm bored. I heard you're good. Let's see. Meet me in the training simulator in an hour."

Luck dropped an opportunity on you. Slightly overwhelmed but determined to make this a worthwhile match, your muscles tensed in your chosen stance. There was no need to be so serious (the bullets wouldn't be real) but you couldn't shake that it would be wise to impress him. If you prooved a worthy opponent, maybe you would get this opportunity again. As you stared at each other, you felt an invisible Tseng prickle your back, judging this endeavour.

"Stop playing around and letting the president slack off," he might say.

Okay, but are you allowed to say no to said president?

Rufus caught you off guard initially with his unusual and calculating style. After thirty seconds of being evasive, you started to see a pattern in his movements. This time, it wasn't enough. He had you on the ground after a minute with a muzzle pointed down at you.

"Not bad," he pronounced, pulling the gun back, "for a first try."

Before you could jump up and demand a second round, he turned and confidently strode out of the simulator.

Just as his words implied, he let you have many more "tries" after that embarrassing defeat. He had a few more tricks up his sleeve but that was surpsingly it. It was how practiced he was and the way he made blasting around look so easy that was the intimidating part. After the initial caution of fighting the actual president wore off, you settled into analyzing and reacting accordingly. Slowly, you became more aggressive than defensive. It was, however, difficult not to rush at him head-on and forcibly remove that smirk of his with your own hands. Just seeing him on the ground once, just once. You would stand over him, stealing that removed smirk and wearing it yourself.

This 'playing' with the president went on for a while. Tseng even took notice and warned you not to hurt your mutual boss too badly. Actually, he wasn't the only one who noticed. The especially exciting recordings of your sparring sessions had begun to circulate Shinra Tower. The rank and file and executives were gossiping alike. Thankfully, you weren't aware. The pressure of an audience would have thrown you off your trajectory to knocking the arrogant man on his ass.

Before too long, you had an idea. Your own trick. You let the next session play out as usual. Then, when he grabbed your shoulder to counter your attack, you turned it around. You ignored the presumptuous and pleased shiver and threw him, hard. He landed with a grunt but was already about to retaliate. Thankfully, you had been practicing with Rude on the side. You pinned the arm holding the shotgun. Just to make doubly sure, you flipped him onto his stomach and pinned both arms behind his back. Firmly, but gently--Tseng could thank you later--you kneeled with your full weight.

A few long seconds passed. "I yield," he said flatly.

You let him go. He got up and dusted himself off.

"Now, that's what I'm looking for." His usual smirk returned. Your confusion prompted him to explain (but not really explain), "You're getting a promotion."

What, you mouthed to yourself.

He left. The next day you got an offer for the position of the president's personal bodyguard.

#rufus shinra x reader #ff7 rebirth #ff7 remake #ff7 #gender neutral reader #bodyguard reader

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Hello Hello, If possible I would like a request for a teenager with her adoptive family in RoR, with the insecure personality and abilities of Zenitsu from Kimetsu no Yaiba. (if not possible, I'm happy to send this, I love her writing styles) That at the time of planning a new Ragnarok tournament for gods and humans who had no opportunity to face each other, the adolescent did not know whether to join even the fighting against younger and weaker gods. A somewhat old minor god found her easy prey and she was cornered in the coliseum still under construction. Where she is she passes out and the lesser god thinks that was easy, until this fight sleepwalks like Zenitsu and her Breathing Technique. Bonus: that she tells her family about how she was struck by lightning when she was crying because her grandfather-teacher wanted her to work hard since they had a natural talent and great advantage with her sensitive hearing.

-You wandered around the construction site of the massive stadium where Ragnarok was taking place, since the last one was destroyed in the last tournament.

-So many people, gods and humans alike, wanted to participate too and found the tournament so fun, it turned into a yearly event, with a huge grand prize.

-You were wandering around, fretting and panicking, holding your sword to your body as you had been told by your family, a massive adoptive family with a mix of gods, valkyries and human warriors, that you were going to fight in the next tournament.

-You didn’t want to fight!!

-You tried arguing with your family, telling them that your skills would make you instantly lose, you would be a laughingstock around Valhalla!

-Your family knew that you were a warrior, a swordswoman, as they had seen you training and Kojiro had sparred with you several times, losing each time you fought him as he didn’t go easy on you. It almost reminded you of your grandfather when you were back on earth.

-You weren’t paying attention until someone tried to swipe at you, you yelped and instantly scrambled away, tears easily coming to your eyes, “Don’t hurt me!!”

-The two younger gods sneered down at you, seeing you crying pathetically, one of them sneered, “This is that human child that was adopted by all of the strongest. How can someone so weak be worthy of being called their child!?”

-The two laughed at you but you didn’t mind, just as long as you could walk away from this.

-Your family, who had been overseeing the construction, heard you scream and saw you being attacked, dodging blows before getting blown head over heels and you were quickly knocked out, your eyes turning into swirls.

-The gods attacking you couldn’t hear your family calling out your name, over the construction and were quickly trying to get to you, seeing you were in danger.

-Everyone then froze as you stood up, your eyes closed and you spoke, your voice more confident, firmer as you put your sword to your side, ready to draw.

-You inhaled through your teeth, slowly, energy gathering around you before you spoke, “First Form: Thunderclap and Flash, Safe Mode!”

-Eyes went huge as you seemed to disappear, keeping your sword sheathed, hitting both of the gods before landing on the other side in what looked to be a bolt of lightning.

-The two gods fell to the side, unconscious with lumps on their head before you fell forward as well, snoring softly as your family made it to you, seeing that you were sleeping.

-After waking up, you panicked, not remembering what you had done to those two gods, not believing Kojiro and Zeus when they told you what had happened.

-There was video footage and you gawked, seeing what you had done, your eyes wide before you hummed softly to yourself, “That might be what grandpa was talking about after the accident.”

-After they inquired about this accident, you told them as a child, when you were being trained by your grandfather, you had been struck by a bolt of lightning.

-Your family froze as you talked about this like it was no big deal, scratching your cheek as you continued, that your grandfather said you were insanely strong but since you were meek, you didn’t show that strength, except when you were asleep and danger was around, almost like a second personality, one that showcased your true strength.

-You then bowed deeply to your family, begging them to not make you fight, while crying comically which got many of them quickly laughing at you.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader

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justjensenanddean · 1 year

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Jensen Ackles Solo Panel | JIBCon 2023 (February 25, 2023)

(loriladeakali)

‘Yes I do make my kids listen to radio company… they haven’t called CPS on me yet!’ (x)

Jensen: “I do force my children to listen to my music” They really like Cannonball. They haven’t heard all the new album yet - which just dropped & is doing really well! Steve keeps texting him w updates about it being like #3 on the country charts (!) (x)

Ok. JJ has her own playlist that she makes Jensen play on the way to school. It has Taylor Swift, Harry Styles (which led to some woooooooo and a Calm Down!! From Jensen) and some song about a sunroof. (x)

Jensen: arrow can hear a song and then play it on the piano. #jib11 (x)

Jensen: his 6yo daughter Arrow has taken to the piano. She hears a song & goes & picks it out by ear! For now they’re just letting her have fun with it. Thought about having her take lessons but they don’t want it to become un-fun for her when she’s just 6 (x)

Jensen talking about his daughter JJ: she’ll grab his phone & have it for “seconds - seconds!! And everything’s changed! I don’t know how to get it back! & I ask her to change it back & she’s like, No.” She’s been making her own playlists on spotify & apple music on his phone (x)

Jensen never thought he would get to do music, so he is very grateful to all of us for the support shown to Radio Company (x)

Jensen: they're hoping to see where the Radio Company shows are going but they "don't know yet. We'll see" (x)

Q about JA now seeing more of the production process. JA: turns out getting a show on the air is a monumental feat. So many pitches, the odds are so stacked against it. Safest thing a studio exec can say is no. (x) JA: “It is a hard business to be in. It is a business of rejection.” Been in the development process now for half a dozen different shows, & Winchesters is the only one that launched. (cryptic description of one other that had “big players”, but “timing wasn’t right”) (x) (very thoughtful response on this whole issue btw - I failed to capture it all - clearly he’s been thinking about it a lot, about how to launch new shows) (x)

JA can’t find his phone He wants to look something up to answer a fan q (x)

Q about fight scenes: did you have any experience w fighting technique? JA: No, never trained in any of the fighting disciplines. But has done a lot of sports, thinks of himself as “fairly athletic”, so what he does is ask an expert what they’d do, then try to mimic them (x)

opening fighting scene in Atomic Monsters ep (15x04) is favorite fighting scene of Jensen, and it wasn't even scripted! He just wanted to do something fun, so they added it into the ep (x)

Jensen's stunt double, who he worked with since Dark Angel, went on to become Jason Momoa's stunt double when he [the stunt double] "got too famous" (x)

The stunt coordinator on #TheBoys was so impressed by Jensen's great input that he started calling him "fight coordinator" (x)

JA on stunts/fights: On The Boys, there are way bigger fights than SPN. On the Boys he rehearsed 2 wks for 1 fight scene (on SPN set it was like 20 min). Got to come up w different moves, even had some creative input. Stunt guy used so many of JA’s (x) suggestions that he started calling JA the “fight coordinator!” Then when he landed the Big Sky role, The Boys’ stunt coordinator guy called up Big Sky’s and said “you’re getting one of my best fight coordinators”. & Big Sky then made him a hat that says “Fight Coordinator” (x)

Jensen about thinking his son threw up in his mouth: just swallow it, swallow it and you can have some water (x)

( Sue_Bcn )

#Jensen Ackles #JIBCon2023 #Jensen: Panel Highlights

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Apparently my brain is a fan of the writing strategy “write some good scenes in your head and find a way to lump them together in the end” so here it is, a little Gwynriel for everyone.

Gwyneth pursed her lips in concentration as she faced her target. She had opted for the rare and difficult fighting style of one dagger in each hand. Despite so little training, the Carynthian was masterful at her craft already.

“Whoo!” She shouted, pumping the air in triumph after perfectly executing the maneuvers Azriel had taught her. She hurled one of the daggers towards the wooden block nailed on a tree some ways away. There was a loud THWANG as it landed dead-smack in the middle. Gwyn smirked at Azriel. “Bulls. Eye.”

Azriel stared at her in awe. She was so unbelievably talented and vivacious, and kind. How he wished she could be his mate…

But if she really knew him, she would run away in the other direction screaming.

“Oh quit staring, Azriel. I already know you’re in awe of my magnificence.” Azriel blinked and blushed. “I didn’t- I mean I wasn’t-“

Gwyn giggled, striding up to him and shoving his chest playfully, her teal eyes glittering in the midmorning sun. “I think you’re into me, Shadowsinger.”

Azriel felt his skin heat up even more, embarassment flooding his body. “No, I’m not,” he muttered, even though he definitely was. He didn’t want her to think he was only helping her because he was into her and after Sangravah he definitely didn’t want to push her into anything. Plus Gwyn deserved better than him.

“Yes you areeee,” Gwyn teased, throwing her arms around his shoulders. “It’s ok to admit, you know. I’m very pretty and charming and strong.” She tossed her brilliant red hair, and Azriel watched as it flowed past her on the wind. “I’m definitely not, and I never will be,” Azriel said firmly. Something shuttered in Gwyn’s eyes at that, and she whispered, “Ok.” Then she walked away.

Azriel blinked. Had he said it too harshly? He had, hadn’t he? He shouldn’t have been so rude; she was just making a joke, for fuck’s sake. He was about to go apologize to her when he got whacked on the head from behind.

“Ow!” Azriel complained, rubbing the spot where Nesta had hit her. “What?”

“You idiot, she was going to ask you out!” Nesta snapped, hands on her hips as she surveyed Azriel’s crumpled form on the ground. Emerie walked a few paces behind her.

“Wait what? Were you two eavesdropping?”

“Obviously,” Nesta said. “And I know you like her too. Why did you do that?”

Azriel felt his shadows begin to swirl agitatedly around him as he processed what he’d done. He ruined everything he touched, didn’t he?

“Oh Az,” Nesta said, sensing his distress. She knelt before him. “All is not lost. But you need to really impress her tonight. And we’ll help you.”

Later in the day, Azriel found Gwyn. She was at a small get-together with some of the priestesses who had also become Valkyries. She was talking and laughing, that beautiful smile lighting up her entire face. Azriel was a little distance from their bonfire, mentally preparing himself. This would be his first time actually performing in front of a large group of people. His heart began to race, his fingers a bit shaky upon the portable piano.

Come on, Az. Just do it.

He pressed down on the keys, and the priestesses went silent at the first chord, turning towards the source of the noise. He played the beginning instrumentals with ease, mentally preparing himself to use his voice.

At last the lyrics began, and Azriel began to sing.

His voice wasn’t the low, raspy thing most expected upon looking at him. It was a little high, and rich, and melodic. It was one of the only things he was truly confident about. He let the sorrowful, romantic words spill from his lips.

Ae kaash kaahin aisa hota,

Ke do, dil hote seene mein,

Ik toot bhi jata ishq mein to,

Takleef na hoti jeene mein,

Ae kaash kahin aisa hota…

The priestesses were sitting at rapt attention, and Gwyn's eyes were wide, her hands clapped over her mouth as she watched him. Azriel's confidence soared as he continued the song.

Bhool nahi sakta yeh sadma,

Yaad hamesha aayega,

Kisi ne aisa dard diya toh,

Barso mujhe tadpayega,

Bhar nahi sakte zakhm yeh dil ke,

Koi saal mahine mein,

Koi saal mahine mein...

As Azriel approached the last verse, Gwyn broke away from the crowd. She sprinted towards him, stopping right in front of him, singing the last verse with him.

Aah, aaahhhh, aaahhhh, Aah, aaaahhh... aaaahhhhh....

They stared at each other a moment before Gwyn walked around the piano slowly. Azriel gulped.

"I lied earlier," he whispered. Gwyn raised her brows. "Hm?"

"I do like you; I like you a lot actually. Probably too much-"

Gwyn silenced him by jumping into his arms. Pleasantly surprised, Azriel answered back, wrapped his arms around her waist. "Took you long enough to pluck up the courage," she muttered against his shoulder. Azriel laughed. "I know, I know. I'm a damn coward. But never again; for you, I'd brave anything, Gwyneth Berdara."

(Translation of the lyrics:

It would have been great,

If we had two hearts in our chest,

Even if one would have broken in love,

Then to there would be no problem in living,

It would have been great...

I can't forget this shock,

I'll always remember it,

Someone gave me a lot of pain,

She tormented me for years,

The wounds of the heart cannot be filled,

Even in months and years,

Even in months and years...)

Song inspo: (click here for link)

#gwyneth berdara #pro gwyneth berdara #azriel #gwynriel #pro gwynriel #fanfic

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{❤️Brotherly Advice❤️}

Mona Lisa/Y'Gythgba is here!

Y'Gythgba. His Mona Lisa. The most beautiful and strongest woman Raph's ever met. Well lizard lady, but his opinion still stands. Despite her scaled features, Y'Gythgba has been one of the sweetest souls he and his brothers have had the pleasure of working with.

Surprisingly enough, basing their initial opinions on an alien ship that landed in the water of the Hudson without people suspecting anything. When Donnie's UFO detectors went coocoo over a giant Star Trek looking navigating system, they all immediately panicked thinking it was another Krang attack. Turns out the Salamandrians were only there to retrieve an old artifact left by there ancestors on midgard while it was still in it's early stages of evolution.

Unaware of the fact that the turtles were friends and not foes a battle broke out. Specifically between the commander and his right hand. Their advanced spears and knives surprised the brothers but they were to hold their own. For about 8 minutes. Y'Gythgba came in and swept through the quartet and dazzled the second oldest. Her style of fighting resembled Tai Chi and Kung Fu mixed together.

Efficiently sweeping the red-clad turtle off his feet. Literally and poetically. After explanations rang out she pulled them up off the floor despite the height differences and apologized profusely.

"It's alright."

"Don't worry about, I respect a well trained fighter."

"No worries girl, I'll gladly get my ass kicked by a pretty girl."

"........" The brothers turned to look at Raph who was looking,... shy?

Gaining weird expressions Y'Gythgba thought Raph was angry at her still and went up to him.

"I really am sorry, I wouldn't have attacked on impulse if I knew you were on my people's side and would get upset about it." Shit. His heart sped up. By a lot. Panicking he quickly shot down her thought process.

"No, no no no! I'm not upset! I'm actually impressed you're really strong and kick ass!" Okay now Donnie thinks he's having a stroke. Cause how the hell did Raph get his ass handed to him by someone who's a whole smaller than him(he's 7,1) and not get embarrassed when she used her tail to lift him up like a 5 pound weight.

After reassuring that they weren't here to take over Earth, the turtles returned to their home and began questioning their brother.

"You wanna talk about it?"

"What?"

"The way you got all shell-shy with that lizard lady?" Leave it to Mikey to bombshell everything. This time though, Leo would let it slide, especially when his little brother seemed to gained a puppy crush after years. The only ones they've had were on celebrities. Men and women.

"What? She's awesome. I wanna take her to Tom's, sue me." Raph gained a nervous smile but was lost in thought. Leo smirked, he's got it bad.

"Wow, you've really got a crush on this Salamandra hottie?" Raph semi-glared at his little brother who through himself on his brother with an arm over his shoulders. Whilst Donnie smacked him on the back of the head for his brother. But continued on from the comment.

"I'll admit I'm surprised she's your type. She's smaller, stronger, and a more efficient fighter than any of us." Nodding in slight agreement, Leo thought about it a little. He didn't expect Raph to like a girl Y'Gythgba. He expected someone more cutesy and human. That is till-

"Exactly! What a woman." Yup. He's gone. Well, if it was going to continue, he wanted Raph to actually know what he was doing before hand.

"Well if you want any advice-"

"Please! You and bunny boy are going strong, no? You two can help-, no offence guys." The other two siblings shrugged and walked off to do something around the lair. Mikey probably went to go find Splinter and Donnie to work on an unfinished project. Rolling his eyes, leader in blue thought fondly of his small boyfriend. They'd been going strong for about a year and a half. So Leo became the Sudo for his younger brothers on how functional relationships work.

"Alright hold up, lemme call him." Pulling out his phone, Leo smiled into the call and asked his lover to come over. Raph found himself smiling too. Thinking it must feel nice to have someone be your outer-soul. Raph didn't like "other-half". To him personally, he was already whole, he's just adding some sprinkles to the perfect milkshake.

Ten minutes later, Usagi sped into the lair and threw himself at Leo who caught him and spun him around. Clearing his throat Raph turned their attention to him.

"Cute, but can we get back to my problem please?" Rolling their eyes they all went into Leo's room and closed the door for privacy.

"So what do you want to know?"

"Well I know how you got together, I was there." The pair smiled at the memory. These sick fucks. "But I want to know if you had plans to confess differently."

Thinking for a bit Usagi shook his head and turned to Leo. Sighing he started talking pulling Usagi closer.

"I wanted to ask him in place important to us. So first things first, form a platonic bond first. And not just one that's on and off talking. One where she becomes one of your best friends. That'll be easy seeing as you don't have many other friends to begin with." If he could, he would flip of Leo.

Usagi got the message somehow and pinched Leos' side with a smug look.

"If I hadn't been caught rambling about how hard I fell for this guy then I probably would've shown him somewhere that's important to me and confessed their. Like my hidey hole. Only Leo and Uki know where it is." That's why Leo turned off his location sometimes. Gross.

Thinking it over, Raph decided the next time he had the chance he would ask if Y'Gythgba wanted a T-phone to communicate with all of them easier. With the side intention of speaking one-on-one. Even better because the could set up private meetings easier without scouring the Hudson for an invisible ship.

So that's what he did. At least what he tried to do. When he found the ship he Y'Gythgba sitting on the edge of the ship looking out to the city. Piulling off some ninja moves(totally not to impress her) he landed next to her and sat down.

"Hi."

"Hello." She smiled. Ralph could only gaze into her eyes slightly. They were cognac brown and she had weirdly shaped pupils, but for some reason he found it cute. Made her more interesting to him.

"How you liking Earth so far?"

"It's beautiful, although I wish we didn't have to hide from most of the population."

"I hear you. Me and my brothers have to stay hidden to protect them. Sucks that they don't even know it's us and not the people who are supposed to defend them."

Tilting her head in confusion and thought she spoke again.

"That doesn't seem fair. You risk your lives for a civilization that doesn't even appreciate you."

Ralph chuckled softly. It was nice for someone other than him to be frustrated by the fact that, yeah, they risked their necks for people that would scream at the mere touch of them.

"It's not that bad. At least we get to pull pranks on people sometimes."

"Pranks?"

Light bulb. He knew how he could bond with her and show her how to relax Earth style. May Loki have mercy on Donnie's lab experiments.

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Love At First Sight - Main Story

Marinette is hit by an akuma on her way to school one morning. At first, she doesn't feel any different but a few classmates seem to be acting strangely after meeting her eyes. Realizing the dire situation she's in, she gives the Ladybug miraculous to Alya and hides herself until the cure can be cast. However Felix finds her huddled under a desk and he seems to be immune to the effects of the akuma...why?

This is posted on AO3, it can be found here! Silly Thoughts

Bonus, Sorta

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Huddled beneath a desk in an empty classroom, terrified and miracu-less while an akuma ran amok outside, Marinette would not count this as one of her better moments…but desperation was sometimes a powerful source of inspiration. Desperation born from that same akuma, which appeared on her way to school and hit her before she could even transform. And that wasn’t even the worst part!

What could be worse? Good question.

Marinette could think of several ideas but, right now, she really could only focus on trying to calm her panicked breathing and nurse her sprained wrist. She had created a sling with the ripped remnants of her jacket as soon as she hid here from her pursuers.

Why was she here instead of out in the fight? Wait– pursuers?!

Well, it’s a long story…

~~~

Like any typical Thursday, Marinette awoke late and rushed to get ready before stumbling out of the bakery to head towards the school. She had thrown on her new pink circle skirt – which she hemmed to stop a flirty few centimeters above her knees – since her capris were in the wash, which ultimately made getting ready faster. Perhaps, if she weren’t so sleepy from a late-night working on commissions and sewing projects, the bluenette would have noticed that there were far more cars and people in the street than usual. She would have taken more than a precursory glance at the sheer amount of people chasing others around and fighting over each other. Maybe she would have reacted a little faster when the initial chill went down her spine hearing a singsong voice soliloquizing behind her.

“Guillaume said he didn’t believe in love at first sight; that it seldom happens that you can plan your whole future just by looking at someone in the eyes. I’ll show him!”

Marinette, suddenly wide awake and on high alert, spun to face the oncoming threat with a clenched fist. In the middle of the street stood a lone figure draped in a Juliet styled dress of red and white, decorated with gold floral embroidery. A violet gauzy Grecian drape seemed to attach at the shoulders and flared back behind her, the train forming a torn heart on the ground. The long slit up one side of the skirt revealed smooth lavender colored skin from hip to bare foot with each purposeful step. A circlet of gold arrows formed a dangerous looking crown that rested upon her upswept ebony black hair. However, what the secret heroine was most terrified of was the long bullwhip the akuma had stretched between her hands.

Red, heart-shaped irises locked onto the young designer on the street corner. The chill was suddenly replaced with dread as an unnatural grin split the akuma’s face, “You believe in love at first sight, don’t you, chérie? Haha, if not, you soon will!”

‘Not good, not good,’ the girl thought as her eyes scanned for an escape route. Marinette was within sight of the school – in fact she could hear the tardy bell ringing right now! She could take shelter there and transform in the locker room!

Armed with a plan and with only seconds to spare, she proceeded to bolt down the sidewalk as the akuma’s whip cracked on her heels; barely missing the teen and causing the akuma to growl with frustration. The pink clad girl rounded the curve and began bolting up the front stairs, only to trip on the top step when she glanced back to gauge the distance between them. She scrambled to get up on bloodied knees, but it was too late. The akuma’s whip landed a solid blow to her left leg and Marinette screamed as the searing hot pain coursed up her body from the point of impact. A blinding ache seemed to settle behind her eyes like a migraine before vanishing completely. By the time the bluenette recovered, the akuma had gone – her distant cackle echoing in the noisy Parisian streets.

“I don’t feel any different,” Marinette muttered to herself as she looked down at her hands and felt around for wounds. Besides the bloodied scuffs on her knees and light scratches to the palms of her hands from the fall, there was no mark from where the akuma hit her. “I’m not under mind control or changed into anything odd...” The designer got up with a wince and limped into the doorway. Too preoccupied with brushing the bits of dirt off her knees as she glanced back towards the street, she failed to notice a person leaving the locker room and bumped right into them. She soon found herself back on the ground again. “Oh gods, I’m so sorr—"

“Being as clumsy as ever, huh, Maritrash?” An unpleasant voice sneered down at her.

Marinette looked up and met the glaring eyes of the one person she really couldn't stand: Lila Rossi.

“Look, Lila, I didn’t see you there so it’s not like I did it on purpose!”

“Oh…,” was all the school’s liar could say in reply. Marinette noticed her olive-green eyes widened and took on a pink sheen before returning to their normal coloration. Lila’s look softened and she helped Marinette to her feet with a sweet smile, her voice becoming as smooth as honey. “Did you do something new with your hair today? It really glows in the sun. Perhaps you could tell me all about your beauty routine…”

Freaked out by the sudden change of character and filled with suspicion, the bluenette took a few steps back. “What? What ploy or lie is it this time, Lila?”

“Ploy? Oh, nothing… I just suddenly realized how beautiful you look and wanted to tell you,” the Italian shyly replied. “Oh goodness! You’re bleeding! Here, let me carry your books for you…”

Marinette jumped back, her eyes narrowing as she tried to figure out what Lila’s plan was. The sausage haired teen continued to advance and grabbing at her backpack straps as they circled each other. ‘I need to go transform; I don’t have time for this!’ the heroine thought with irritation.

Suddenly a long shadow cast over the entryway and both girls looked up to see Lê Chiến Kim curiously watching them as he stood there holding a doctor’s note in his fist. However, once his eyes met Marinette’s, the athlete’s mouth dropped open in a silent ‘oh…’ and his eyes also took on a quick pink sheen.

“Dang, Mari, have you been working out? You look really great today!” The taller boy smiled and approached them.

“Uhh….no…” she replied stiffly as Lila took that moment of distraction to latch on to her arm. Marinette glanced at the Italian, who seemed to be glaring at Kim as she began to pull the designer in the opposite direction. “Lila, what are you—let go!”

“Hey, Rossi, you heard the hottie with the body. Let her go,” growled the Vietnamese boy, “or I’ll make you.”

The hallway fell silent as they glared at each other, time seemed to slow to an agonizing crawl. Suddenly Kim dropped into a three-point stance and leveled his intense gaze on them. Without warning, he launched himself forward – remaining low to the ground as he charged – and scooped a screaming Marinette over his shoulder as he sprinted further into the school. Lila attempted to tighten her grasp, but it was only successful at ripping the other girl’s sleeve at the shoulder seam. Marinette felt her friend bolting up the central stairs two at a time while Lila let out an unholy screech from the floor below. ‘Is this caused by the akuma? Was looking at me the trigger?’ Marinette thought warily as she jostled on the jock’s shoulder.

Kim finally slid to a stop and set her on her feet again right in front of the classroom. He opened the door for her and had the expectant face of a puppy looking for praise. “Um, thank you…,” Marinette mumbled before proceeding into class, she would have to ask to go to the bathroom so she could transform. That’s when Kim’s arm snaked around her waist and pulled her to his side, she looked at him in shock at his boldness. “Wha-what are you…” the bluenette began to ask when Chloe approached.

“Dupain-Cheng! What are you doing? What, is Adrikins not enough for you or are you attempting to make him jealous? Because he’s not even in class today!” The whole class fell silent, watching with interest.

‘Well, it’s not from looking at my person then, otherwise Chloe would be acting oddly,’ the secret heroine mused.

The athletic boy’s arm tightened on her as Marinette tried to edge away unsuccessfully. Chloe’s hand reached out and grabbed her right arm and yanked hard, finally dislodging her from Kim’s embrace and causing her to stumble right into the haughty blond. They landed in a heap – Chloe beneath her – on the floor. The blond diva began to shriek and attempted to push her off while the designer tried to get up. In the process, their eyes met for a brief second.

“Oh…” stated Chloe, her eyes shining pink for a moment before a blush appeared on her cheeks.

“You’re so clumsy, Mari,” she stated fondly, raising her manicured hand to cup the bluenette’s cheek as blue gazed into blue. “It’s ridiculous, utterly ridiculous. Maybe it’s because you’re falling for me?”

Marinette’s mouth hung open and she was momentarily stunned, unsure how to process this sudden change in Chloe’s behavior. Same as with Kim and Lila…it had happened after they made eye contact. ‘That must be the trigger!’ she thought, already worrying about the struggle of trying to fight if she could not risk accidentally meeting someone’s eyes. Meanwhile the mayor’s daughter was taking her silence as encouragement and leaned towards Marinette hesitantly, her eyes on her lips… Only to be left blinking in surprise as her ladylove was suddenly torn from her arms. She glared up at the jock and now-present liar as they both tried to pull the bluenette closer. Marinette focused her gaze on the floor to avoid enthralling any other of her dumbstruck classmates and struggled to get free.

“Guys, let go!” she desperately cried. The trio began to argue, pulling her around as the heated exchange threatened to become a brawl.

“Vaffanculo! I saw her first, testa di minchia!”

“She would rather be with a guy like me than your sausage-faced ass!”

“Neither of you can truly appreciate Marikins! If you don’t let go, I’ll get my daddy to ruin both of your lives!”

“Sausage-face?! I’m going to claw your face off, stronzo!”

“Lê Chiến! You already have a girlfriend, Ondine. And Rossi, you don’t even like her on a good day!”

“Ondine isn’t my true love, Mari is! Besides, you’d just crush her until she gets akumatized like you did to me!”

“I’ll show you—!”

“Mang nó đi con chó cái!”

All at once, they began to claw, pummel, and shriek at each other – with Marinette trapped in the middle, like a violent game of keep away. Forcing her eyes closed, she felt one of them pull a pigtail while another yanked hard enough on her right arm that she felt something pop. Someone else – Lila, she assumed – ended up stomping on her foot hard while jumping to reach Kim behind her. The next instant she felt someone’s nails slide down her face nearest her eye, causing the bluenette to cry out with pain. Her cry seemed to bring the rest of the stunned class out of their bewildered voyeurism, their panicked voices joining the cacophony of the argument until she felt deafened by the volume.

Suddenly two familiar arms wrapped around her waist and pulled until she was free of the kerfuffle at the cost of her right sleeve – which ripped clean off by whomever had last held her arm. She briefly opened her eyes but used her peripherals through her lashes to look back towards the fight. The trio were so engrossed in attacking each other, verbally and physically, that they had not noticed her sudden departure. Their classmates and teacher were attempting to pull them apart. Marinette closed her eyes again, as Alya’s voice popped up next to her ear.

“What the hell is going on with them?”

“Akuma. Code scarab,” the secret heroine murmured, knowing her friend would know exactly what needed to happen.

“On it,” came the blogger’s reply. Marinette stumbled painfully as she was guided quickly out of the classroom and down the hall. She could hear a commotion behind them as the trio finally noticed her absence, so they picked up their pace a little as they started hearing footfalls giving chase. Soon enough Alya pulled them into an empty classroom and shut the door; they stood in silence as they heard angry voices pass them by. They both let out a relieved breath.

“Alright, you said it was an akuma. What happened?” Her friend kept her voice low so as not to chance them being overheard.

“I was on my way to school when an akuma hit me with their whip. Besides some horrible pain at first, I didn’t notice any other change until I got in the front door. I bumped into Lila and she started acting odd, then Kim, and you saw what happened with Chloe. If I look someone in the eyes, I think it makes them fall in love with me.” Marinette carefully shook her head and reached up for her earrings. “I can’t chance compromising Chat Noir nor making the fight any more difficult. There’s no way I can transform like this, we’ll need Scarabella on this one,” blindly she held her hand out in front of her, palm up with the miraculous on full display.

“I won’t let you down, girl,” she felt Alya’s warm fingers take the earrings from her hand and then guide her to one of the desks. “You better settle down and take cover until I can cast the cure.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right. Thanks and good luck, Alya,” she sighed, slipping beneath the desk. Once she heard her friend leave the room, Marinette opened her eyes and looked around. The Ladyblogger had brought her to one of the classrooms they used for the occasional overflow when other schools visited for special events. At least no one else would likely come in here! Whew.

Then she began surveying the damage from the fight earlier. She could tell she was missing one hairband, so she pulled the remaining one out and slid it onto her left wrist for later and ran the fingers of her good hand through the tangles quickly. Her jacket was missing an entire sleeve and a pocket was ripped open, her black flat now sported a foot-shaped scuff but, other than that, her clothes were simply disheveled. Her wrist was badly sprained from the tugging earlier and was beginning to swell, her knees were scraped and bleeding, her palms were lightly scratched, and she could feel a stinging wound on her face where she had been clawed. ‘Just my luck,’ she thought ruefully. ‘At least these should be healed by the cure, might as well make myself more comfortable until then.’ She carefully extracted her arm from the blazer and created a sling to immobilize her right wrist, any blood would have to wait until she had access to supplies to clean the wounds properly – man, she’d kill for an icepack – but like hell was she going outside right now!

Marinette heard a stampede of footsteps and people frantically calling her name in the hall, her heartrate skyrocketed with panic, and she prayed to every kwami that they would not find her. The door opened and she held her breath, keeping her eyes firmly planted on her knees as she listened. The door closed and a single pair of soft footfalls could be heard moving through the classroom. ‘Please don’t be Lila or Chloe, please go away…’ she begged mentally as she screwed her teary eyes shut. The footsteps stopped in the aisle, she curled more tightly into the corner beneath the desk in hopes that she would not be seen. Hearing a chair scrape back beside her made her involuntarily open her eyes and stare forward in absolute fear at whom was there.

The bluenette was shocked to see the grey hazel eyes of Felix Fathom gazing back at her with a hint of concern. The same Felix that disguised himself as his cousin months ago and now attended their school with the excuse of ‘needing to review his French’ – which he obviously didn’t need! The same rude, cold, and argumentative classmate she had to deal with every day in class; always attempting to get a rise out of her as if it were his new purpose in life. The same boy that sported the face of her former crush. All things considered, at least he wasn’t Lila!

“Dupa—oh…” Her eyes slammed shut again, unwilling to watch the change as she cursed her idiocy. Marinette flinched back and whimpered as she heard him sidle more under the desk. Unexpectedly she felt the ghost-like touch of fingertips beneath the wound on her face and she jerked away, finally opening her teary eyes to see Felix kindly lifting a handkerchief to dab at the blood on her face. “You’re bleeding.”

“How were you able to find me?” Her tone was as accusatory as it was scared.

“I happened to see Césaire slip out of the room after she took off with you. Don’t worry, I made sure I wasn’t followed. Care to explain what is going on?”

A few rebel tears spilled down her cheeks, but he mopped those up too, with growing concern in his eyes. “I was hit by an akuma on the steps of the school…apparently it makes anyone that looks into my eyes fall in love with me. I bumped into Lila and Kim in the entry and, well, you saw what happened with Chloe in class. And now you—” she choked on a sob. If her current state was from Kim, Lila, and Chloe’s possessive reactions, she was terrified of how malicious Felix could be under the forced enthrallment.

The taciturn blond frowned but remained silent as he continued to dry her tears and check for any other wounds. Finally, he cleared his throat and spoke softly to the huddled girl. “I think it would be best to get you out of here. It’s only a matter of time before the others start ripping apart classrooms to find you.”

“You’re right but I would never make it past the front gate and our classmates know where I live. Going to any unaffected friend’s house would put them at risk and likely end in the same kind of fight we saw earlier…”

“Hmm. I have an idea, give me a few moments to get it ready. Stay hidden and quiet,” he replied.

“Wait, where are you going?” Marinette looked into his eyes as he rose to his feet, a small smile gracing his lips.

“I’m going to gather some supplies. Stay here. I’ll knock three times so that you know it is me.” With that, he departed the classroom and shut the door firmly behind him. Having no other choice, Marinette took out her phone and texted her mother to make sure she knew not to let anyone into the house from school and checked for battle updates on the Ladyblog’s messaging board. ‘If only I had Kaalki, then I could just teleport home…,’ the girl thought sadly. About fifteen agonizing minutes later, she heard the three consecutive knocks that announced Felix’s return but didn’t even attempt to move from under the desk until she heard the door shut. He quickly strode to her side, setting out his spoils on the tabletop.

A large red hoodie.

White sunglasses.

And was that an icepack?!

“Felix, what…” the confused girl started.

“You can thank your ‘admirers’ for their generous gifts later. I found Lê Chiến, who was easy to convince to give me his sweater. The sunglasses… I found Bourgeois and encouraged her to give you a ‘token of her affections’ that you could wear. I told them that you would meet them at Andre’s at 2 o’clock. Lila must have overheard as I saw the three of them running off in an effort to get to you first,” he laughed softly.

“And the icepack?”

Felix’s eyes softened and his voice dropped to a murmur, “I stole it from the nurse’s office. For your wrist.” He cleared his throat and looked as if he was trying to find something to keep him preoccupied. He settled on picking up the icepack, breaking the activator inside of it and shaking the contents to expedite the reaction. “This will be your disguise to get you off campus grounds. The sunglasses are to, hopefully, block anyone else from possibly seeing your eyes and being affected by the akuma’s influence.”

Her heart fluttered briefly in her chest. To think that he planned this all out and even considered the pain she was so obviously in as well as her worries…she was truly touched. “Thank you, Felix.” She carefully began to untie her jacket sling from her chest and began to slide into the red hoodie, finding that it hung down just past her skirt hem. ‘This is going to make me look naked under here,’ the designer thought wearily. She hissed with pain as she attempted to zip it up; her sprain made it almost impossible to maneuver the end into the slide. Felix extended the icepack to Marinette to wrap around her wrist, then pulled the ends of the zipper together to help fasten the front for her.

“Do you have a hair tie on you? It would be best to tie it back to hide it in the hood.”

“Um, yes,” she gently rolled it off her left wrist and held it up between her fingers. “But I won’t be able to secure it with one hand. My right is practically useless right now.”

“May I?” Offered the blond, taking the hair tie and situating himself behind her. Marinette held in a surprised squeak as his fingers began to tentatively card through her locks, gently massaging the scalp while he pulled her hair back. She closed her eyes and reclined her head slightly, getting lost in the tingling sensations on her scalp for a moment. However, it could not last forever – too soon he tied off the ends and she felt his fingers glance off her shoulders before he moved in front of her, both teens now sporting a light blush. The bluenette reached up and touched her hair, finding that he had created a loose French braid that even incorporated her bangs in a way that kept most of it from her face.

“I didn’t know you knew how to style hair…” she murmured, unsure why she was even saying the thought aloud.

“It’s…uh, not common knowledge. However, I’ve always loved to play with my mother’s hair since I was little. I picked up a few techniques,” he kept his eyes diverted from her face, the tops of his ears turning as red as Ladybug’s suit. He finally cleared his throat and crossed his arms behind his back.

“Put the hood and glasses on, then we’ll get out of here.” Felix instructed gently.

Marinette did so, feeling a bit ridiculous in the giant hoodie and bug-eyed glasses. A giggle bubbled up her throat and Felix looked at her as if silently questioning the sound. “How do I look?” She held up the overly long sleeves to either side like tentacle appendages, popping out a hip as she posed. He raised a contemplative hand to cover his lips and chin, his eyes wandered down her body, lingering on her exposed legs for a long moment before trailing back up to her face.

The blond chuckled and adopted a falsetto to his voice, “In the words of Bourgeois: ‘ridiculous, utterly ridiculous!’” They both broke into quiet laughter.

“No one would ever expect to see me wearing this!”

“Exactly why I chose it,” he smiled smugly. “Now, come. We have quite the walk ahead of us.”

“Wait…where are we going? Aren’t I just going home?” She asked in confusion, joining him by the door.

“You said it yourself: they know where you live, and I highly doubt they will stop at your front door just because you say ‘no.’ The whole class saw how one-track minded they were. Plus, you can’t chance enthralling anyone else. The most obvious solution is that you come home with me. You’ve already looked into my eyes and they certainly won’t come looking for you there.”

“But I…” the bluenette paused, unable to see a flaw in his logic. He was right. No one had ever been to his house and, besides herself and the school administration, no one else would even know Felix’s address. Besides he was already hit and seemed unaffected – perhaps he was immune? Contemplating the boy’s face a little more, she was unsure why he of all people would be unaltered by the akuma’s power. Perhaps he was aromantic or something? Would one’s sexual identity even prevent an akuma’s abilities from taking hold when nothing else seemed to? This required further study… “Alright then. Lead the way.”

~~~

They made it out of the building and down the front steps without an issue, a chance encounter having proven Felix’s hypothesis that blocking her eyes with dark sunglasses would prevent them from becoming enthralled after they bumped into another student coming around a corner too quickly. They had both made an audible sigh of relief after the student had stalked off in a huff. Once on the street, the blond grabbed her hand and pulled her in close to his side. Marinette had questioned it – no, she would not admit that she was blushing because he was holding her hand! – but he had simply explained that they could not risk them getting separated in her current state. Logical.

They had walked about two kilometers from the school when they came across a gaggle of people that seemed to be arguing the finest points of a terrified looking young man. Felix tried to give them a wide berth but, in a hot second, the argument became a shoving match. A dark-haired man was shoved hard enough that he stumbled back into Marinette, dislodging the glasses from her face and knocking her to the ground. While Felix was distracted pushing the man away, the bluenette was looking frantically around for the glasses – catching sight of them as a man in a leather jacket across the street was also caught by her gaze.

“Oh no,” the designer cried as she frantically shoved back on the glasses and attempted to get to her feet – only to find her ankle had twisted in the fall. She was helpless on the ground as the man was quickly approaching. She had to get Felix out of here before he could get hurt! “Felix! Go, run!” The blond, having finally dealt with the argumentative idiots from before, turned and caught sight of the approaching figure. However, instead of attempting to get away, he took up a defensive stance in front of the young designer.

“Hey Baby, how about we go back to my place?” Asked the leather clad man.

“She’s NOT your baby,” growled the blond, the tone making her heart race.

“Not yet but she will be. Come on, Baby, I’ll show you a good time,” laying on the cocky smarm rather thickly.

She watched in horror as Felix balled up a fist. “She’s not going anywhere with you.”

“Oh yeah, tough guy? Let’s see how you—” the man never finished the sentence for, almost faster than the blink of an eye, her blond protector swung two quick punches. First to the man’s stomach, winding him, and then a right hook that knocked the cocksure man right out. She blinked, amazed at how efficiently he had resolved the fight. He glared down as if waiting to see if the man would wake and, when sure he was out cold, turned a worried countenance back towards Marinette.

“Are you alright?” He asked softly, offering her the same hand that had just been used to defend her, long fingers now relaxed and extended as if presenting her a treasure. Something about his seamless transition from protector to caregiver brought a warm fluttery feeling to her stomach. She took the hand and wobbled on one good leg as she hopped back onto her feet.

“No, I must have twisted my ankle when that other guy bumped into me. I can’t put any weight on it.” Marinette winced as she demonstrated.

Felix sighed, turned away, and stooped down slightly. “Come on, hop on.”

The young designer blinked, ‘Does he…. want to give me a piggyback ride?’ He motioned with one of his hands to hurry up. ‘Wow, I guess so.’ Carefully placing her hands on his shoulders, she slid in close enough for him to cup behind her knees and effortlessly lifted them both to his feet. He bounced twice, resettling her weight between his hands – his palms now pressed against the back of her bare thighs. His thumb softly rubbed up against her hiked up skirt hem for a moment and they both froze. Marinette’s face instantly heated up but she silently thanked Tikki that Felix could not see her over his shoulder at this moment.

He cleared his throat roughly, “Are you comfortable?”

“Y-yes, thank you…” came her bashful reply.

“Good, th-that’s good.” Felix cleared his throat again, “Right. On our way again.”

“Um, Felix? If you don’t mind me asking…where did you learn that back there?”

“…I learned karate when I was young at my father’s behest,” he simply stated.

“Ah! And here I was worried the akuma’s power might somehow make people better at fighting or something,” she giggled softly against his shoulder. She could hear him softly chuckle in response, the awkward intensity of the moment finally dissipating as they drifted into companionable silence.

~~~

The rest of the walk was (thankfully) uneventful – even if she did get a bit flustered when his hands gently squeezed her thighs occasionally. Marinette knew it was likely to help with blood flow so his fingers would not go numb under her weight, but she couldn’t logically explain the little electric jolts that went up her spine whenever his thumbs drew lazy circles against her exposed skin. Felix had carried her without complaint the rest of the way and she now found herself comfortably settled on the couch in his family’s quiet apartment. He had switched on the news to keep her entertained while he retrieved a first aid kit and a reusable icepack from the kitchen. The main story was the ongoing akuma battle, which had moved north to the 18th androssiment – nearest the Sacré-Cœur Basilica – and the fight looked intense. Both Scarabella and Chat Noir had had to leave to recharge at some point, but they seemed to be finally gaining the upper hand!

Felix returned with a bowl of warm water, a washcloth, and some first aid supplies. He handed her the icepack and Marinette quickly replaced the instant pack from earlier that had become warm to the touch. He kneeled beside her feet and wet the cloth, then began to carefully dab at her knees. The TV became background noise as the bluenette observed the boy in front of her. He was being unusually kind and gentle with her, never trying to push the boundaries into impropriety or make her uncomfortable. True, the akuma’s effects seemed to make any person enthralled become a tender lover… However, looking back at the reactions of her classmates, it also brought with it a fierce possessiveness and jealousy…which, besides the defensive protection that he demonstrated against the man in the street earlier, Felix did not seem to exhibit. Instead, he had respected her boundaries, giving her as much space as he could with the circumstances being what they were, and dedicated himself to her safety.

The blond rinsed and wrung out the cloth again, edging slightly closer as he leaned in to dab gently at the claw marks beside her eye. The stinging pain had lessened but, if the look in his eyes back in the classroom was any indication, it probably looked worse than it felt. The girl peeked at him through her lowered lashes, attempting to observe his face without being caught. His grey hazel eyes were warm but held a hint of anger in them; his brow was lightly furrowed with concern. ‘Is he worried for me?’ she thought with growing wonder.

Finally, she broke the silence. “Th-thank you, Felix, for everything.”

His lips upturned softly at the edges with his reply. “You’re welcome, I’m just glad I was there to get you out of a tough situation.”

“I…I know you’re probably just being nice to me because of the akuma but…” He paused his ministrations briefly at her words and she noted his lips thinning into a firm line.

She pushed forward with what she was trying to say while fidgeting with her hands, knowing this moment wouldn’t last after the miraculous cure but wanting to communicate clearly what was on her heart. “I really appreciate the thoughtfulness and help you’ve given me today. Everyone else turned violently possessive and you’ve been nothing but respectful. I don’t know if it’s just that each person reacts differently under the influence of the akuma’s powers or what but… I-I know we’re not exactly friends either. However, I’m really glad you were here for me, Felix.” The bluenette raised her eyes to meet his, smiling sweetly. “I mean it, thank you.”

Grey hazel eyes seemed to bore into bluebells for a moment, strange emotions seeming to dance within them. He set down the cloth and took her hands in his own. Felix opened his mouth to say something but hesitated, his brow furrowing. “Marinette, I…”

“I know, it’s weird. I wonder why you didn’t have the same reaction or behaviors as the others,” the girl interrupted him as he hesitated again. They stared at each other in silence for a moment when, all of a sudden, a wave of ladybugs flitted around them before disappearing. Her knees and hands were still scuffed up, those injuries having happened before she was hit by the akuma, but her sprained wrist and rolled ankle were fully healed. Felix’s eyes searched her face, one of his hands gently cupping her cheek while his thumb rubbed over the place where her scratches had once been. The bluenette realized his eyes still held something tender and sweet in them, which exalted and confused her. He should have been freed from the influence with the cure!

“You want to know what made me different?” The blond asked softly, his lips quirked up with a smirk. She nodded into his palm as she stared into his eyes curiously. He raised her other hand in his and pressed a delicate, lingering kiss to the back of her knuckles, which caused a blush to form across her cheek bones. His eyes never left hers.

“That’s my secret, Marinette: I was already in love with you.”

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armins-main-hoe · 1 year

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Katsuki Bakugo X Diva!reader au. Pt.2 here

I’ve yet to see a fic like this so I’m taking it into my own hands and writing my own.

edit: There is some swearing in here. It’s also quite long but I might do a part 2.

Katsuki Bakugo X diva!reader au.

You knew Katsuki since you were kids. His mum and yours were friends meaning that you often met up with him. As kids, the two of you got on well enough to play with each other. Usually with you playing the ‘Princess’ and him the ‘Heroic Knight’ who would save you. Though as you grew up, his pride and temper grew and your sense of style, attitude and mindset changed. The two of you no longer could get along. Whenever your mother and his would meet and, unfortunately, drag you two along, there would be squabbles and shouts to be heard.

“Can’t believe you walked out of the house looking like that today.”

“HAH? Says the one caked in makeup.”

“You son of a- “

“you plastic bit-“

This only ends with your mothers shushing you and cutting the get together short.

You didn’t go to the same school, which was a relief to both. That was until UA. The shock on both of your faces when you saw each other in 1a was incredible.

When first year at UA started. The whole of 1a quickly caught on that Bakugo had a hot head. Though he had a strong temper, they all did not underestimate his strength.

To the class, you seemed like a bitch. Judging anyone and everyone constantly, only caring about your own looks and feelings, not caring at all about school. While Bakugo somehow managed to make a few friends, you couldn’t make any until further into the year when your attitude changed towards your classmates with the help of Mina.

Despite now going to the same school, you both didn’t talk to each other at all unless it was absolutely necessary.

You once spoke to him when he burnt a part of your hero costume in a training exercise. It did not end well. The two of you where partnered up for just one task, as usual, Katsuki went ahead and took the lead. Told you to sit down and watch him while he attacks.

You rolled your eyes at him. Yes, you seemed as if you didn’t take training seriously enough since you were too busy with your hair or if you looked good enough, however, even you cared enough to keep your grades up. There was a reason for why you applied for this course anyway. That meant that you would not let him do all the work. You like attention too. With no communication or idea of a coordinated plan, the two of you followed ur own ideas and went to attack the dummy villain.

With delicate ease, you were about to get ur hands on the dummy, at the same time, so was Katsuki, he didn’t see you until was too late and so did you. The two of you collided and his explosion that was meant for the dummy, landed on you. This caused the fabric on your costume to burn and nasty looking holes to appear. He ruined your hero costume. How dare he.

The dummy long forgotten, the two of you started to fight each other.

“You are so FUCKING dramatic. It’s not like you were a super model before anyway!”

“You and your HORRENDOUS hair have no right to talk about being a super model!”

“I don’t want to be a dumb model. I’m here to become number 1!!”

“As if they would ever let a pig like you become number 1.”

Aizawa had to step in and stop you both. The two of you failed that training session.

At the time of the USJ incident happened, you got consumed by fear of there being actual villains in the area that you really could not think of what to do. You came across one villain and knew you had to fight against that villain. Your quirk allowed you to easily escape if you wanted to but you knew that if you left, this villain would simply go and find another classmate. While you did not get along too well with most of your classmates, Mina being an exception, you cared enough to fight the villain so no one else has to. Though because of your fear, you kept making many mistakes during the fight, proving you still have quite a lot to improve on. Thats when he came, with his loud explosions propelling him forwards and to the villain. You weren’t hurt that bad but you did have a few cuts and bruises, had he not arrived when he did, you believe that you would have been injured far worse.

Once the villain was unconscious and on the floor, he told you to “fucking get out of the way” and go “back to the other extras”. That time you didn’t reply with another witty remark. Kirishima, who also was with Katsuki, did ask you for any injuries and said that you should join them both since it would be better to stay as a group. You simply nodded, words of agreement dying at your tongue, making it hard to get any words out.

Katsuki noticed this unusual behaviour from you but did not say anything about it. He’d only glance at you every now and then to make sure you didn’t get left behind anywhere.

When sports day came around, you made it through all the way to the one vs one matches. You even got the chance to fight Katsuki himself. The two of you were delighted to be against each other. Finally you could beat the other up without anyone getting in the way.

The match between you two seemed to go on for ages, in the end it was a test for who had the best stamina. Too bad your quirk gave out on you and you ended up dealing with some serious side effects of over using your quirk. This meant Katsuki Bakugo won. You did not like this. No, you wanted to keep fighting, you wanted that shitty grin wiped off his face.

However, as you were walked off the stage, Katsuki admitted to himself that he kinda like fighting with you. You gave it your all and victory never tasted sweeter. He felt the muscles in his hands cramp up but he couldn’t care, he felt too good winning against you. Though that feeling of sweet victory soon went away quickly after his match with Todoroki.

You watched him as he came first in the sports festival. You watched him struggle and shout. You suppose that this passion to come out as the best is admirable but surely his behaviour right now is a bit overboard. You and everybody else knew that he wanted Todoroki to fight him just as you did. Perhaps you set his expectations a little to high. Though his fight with that gravity girl was quite intense too.

It doesn’t matter what he felt, in the end you lost to him and that made you feel this horrible burn in your stomach. You wanted to win. You wanted to come out as top. How come you weren’t good enough?

Well perhaps you were putting more time into your physical appearance than your education but that doesn’t mean you weren’t putting any effort at all. You looked down at your nails, you remember doing them yesterday which was also when you could have been getting some last minute training in.

Oh but your nails look pretty though.

You ended up admiring your nails and how much more you have improved in your nail art.

That ugly burn in your stomach died down a bit. Though as soon as you went home, your family members were praising Katsuki more than acknowledging the fact that you gave it your all too. Your younger siblings looked at him on the screen in awe as they watched his matches.

Your eye twitched as jealousy rushed through your veins. He is not even here yet he has everyone’s attention on him. It should be you. Not him.

But it always was him. Even when you were younger, the ride home after visiting his place was full of praises for him. He was not even there to hear the praises so what was the point? You were there though yet they had nothing to say about you. All you got was a compliment for how you looked that day.

That was all you ever got compliments and praises for but you will take what you will get, even if those compliments slowly stopped after a while and you had to ask them to say something about how you looked. While everyone else around you thought that you were just another girl who is obsessed with clothes and makeup, your physical appearance meant so much more to you. To you, it made you feel like you weren’t so worthless. It gave you reassurance that while others may be better than you, may be more worthy than you, you at least have a pretty face.

That day, after the sports festival, you couldn’t stand to sit and listen to your family’s praise for Katsuki anymore. Escaping to your room, you started to redo your nails. You needed something to distract yourself. Something to feel proud of.

You later found yourself with an opportunity to get some hero experience while training under a pro hero. Considering how you did not even make it to the top three, receiving that opportunity had you jumping around your room. You went and told all your family members about it and you never felt more seen than you did at that moment. You saw your parents smile and praise you. Not Katsuki. Not your friends. You.

Of course you had to have some bad luck when something so lucky happens. You see, you got to work with Best jeanist, the number 4 pro hero. That wasn’t the unlucky part, its the fact that Katsuki was also there. Seeing him there reminded you of when you first saw him in 1A.

“The fuck are you doing here?” He asked you.

‘I could ask you the same thing.”

“I asked first.”

“Okay. I don’t care.”

That lead to another argument between you both. It was only when best jeanist walked in that made you both shut up. During that first day, you and Katsuki went on and on with the insults, you mainly teasing him about the jeans and his hair. Putting the insults aside, you found yourself enjoying being around him. Yes, he called you rude names but he has been for years now and it isn’t like you call him anything that nice either. You noticed how he would wait for you, caught you when you tripped but immediately let go of you when you made eye contact with him. You saw him try to talk to kids and fail horribly. He saw you trying to act as if you are perfectly fine with new addition of jeans to your hero costume. He saw you look into every reflective window to see if you really did look decent with the jeans on. He saw you genuinely smile while talking to himself and Best Jeanist.

Jeanist, however, could only see your weak points and where you have to improve. He knew that the two of you were quite strong already, he knew that if Katsuki had not been your first opponent in the sports festival then you stood a chance of coming second place. Yet he did not like either of your attitudes. One of you was far too obsessed with becoming number 1 and the other doesn’t seem to care at all. Best Jeanist definitely had his work cut for him with you two.

While on the way back home you both had to take the train together. (I can’t remember if they stayed with the pro hero’s agency for the night or if they went home and came back the next day so just go along with it.) While waiting for the train at the station, you looked at him. His hair was still in the neat, clean hairstyle that Best Jeanist forced it into. Not that you would admit it out loud but you thought he looked cute with his hair like that. You could tell the hair was irritating Katsuki quite a lot. You debated on whether or not you should help him out. It’s not like he would say thank you but you have wondered if his hair is soft or rough from lack of care. So you decided to take your chance.

“Hey Katsuki, look at me.”

“Ew, why would want to look at-”

You moved your fingers through his hair, gently pulling it out of the style it was forced into. To your surprise, it seemed like the livid boy does take care of his hair since though it was not silky, it was very soft to touch. Whats even more surprising, is that he let you fix his hair. You could feel his red eyes on you the whole 3 minutes that it took to make his hair back into the spiky mess it had always been. As if he was studying your face like he hadn’t been seeing it for the last 11 years.

“Finally, your hair looks horrendous again. Honestly though, I don’t even know how you can go around looking like- ” You say as you smile at your work.

“Who said you could call me Katsuki?”

You were a little taken back by his question.

“I’ve always called you Katsuki since we were 4. Besides you call me by my first name too sometimes. Okay maybe it more rare than sometimes since you do call me ‘cake face’ or ‘plastic bitch’ most of the time even though I have had 0 plastic surgery whatsoever!”

He ‘tsk’ed and looked the other way. Though kept your eyes on him and did not fail to see his ears burn red. No way, is he blushing?

“My hair services don’t go free of charge, Katsuki.”

“Fuck you.”

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entropiceye1342 · 8 months

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Spoiler free review for Netflix's live action One Piece!

WOW.

A lot of stuff to love! I absolutely ADORE this take on the adventure of the Straw Hat Pirates!

The Straw Hats are all cast perfectly, the supporting cast is spot on. Everyone NAILS their characters!

Give the man a crown!

Iñaki Godoy as Luffy is goofy and oblivious in all the right ways. He sticks the perfect landing of the emotional intelligence that was crucial to bring the deeper side of Luffy to life, and doesn't neglect the hyperactive child side either! Seeing him gleefully bounce around - both in and out of fights- was special. The CGI was pretty good! Better than I expected, really. I appreciate making Luffy a little more level-headed, it's a good choice to tone down the chaos goblin for live action 🤣

It was magnificent to see Luffy grow into a "real" pirate in this arc, and he will be the KING!

Mackenyu as Zoro is a bit "too cool" but honestly I expected it to happen, people tend to overlook the fact that 90% of the time he's just as dumb as Luffy 🤷 but MAN is he cool. He really surpassed my expectations for the fight scenes, and did not skip on the brutality! 3 Sword Style was stunningly realized and incredible fun to watch- even without drawing a single blade!

His one liners and sarcasm are on point, ESPECIALLY regarding Sanji 🤣

Emily Rudd as Nami is INCREDIBLE. Smart as a whip and wily as ever, this cat burglar lands on her feet! In and out of combat, Nami is quick on her feet and with her wit. One Piece passes the Bechdel test once again, and her story is every bit the emotional powerhouse as its manga and anime counterparts- better in some moments! 'Nuff said.

Jacob Romero Gibson as Usopp is delightful, though unfortunately he doesn't get as much time to shine as the others. When he does though, it's fantastic!

He really got the little things down about the character without needing to be as over the top as his counterparts- a bullseye from the sniper!

Sanji is perfect as well, you can SEE the training Taz Skylar went through for the part, from the mouth watering food to the killer martial arts. Every bit as fun to watch as the rest of the Monster Trio! My expectations for him were already high, and he kicked them into the stratosphere.

I'm glad they toned down the flirting, they found the right balance and played it well. Sanji matches Zoro in the bickering spectacularly, an absolute must that exceeded my hopes in both of their performances.

I'm not gonna list everyone but because I love this stupid fucking clown:

Jeff Ward as Buggy is an absolute TREAT, I am a huge fan of this take on the character. The perfect storm of bumbling dipshit who wants to be taken seriously, but still pretty intimidating at times. LOVE it. His jokes are GOLD.

Speaking of! Gold Roger, the man who started it all! *mwah!* Dazzling performances from him AND the Marines.

The few nitpicks I have are minor, the childhood acting ranges from ok to abysmal, Lily Fisher as young Nami is a notable standout. Some of the "minor" characters suffer from wooden acting, but honestly that's about the worst of it.

The Fishmen look a little low budget in their early appearances, but are absolutely PERFECT when they are the ones in the spotlight. Absolutely phenomenal work from McKinley Belcher III, my biggest fear from this was Arlong being done wrong and he CRUSHED IT!

The soundtrack was rousing, it truly felt like a call to adventure! And above all the SET DESIGN 😭

They TRULY brought the world that Oda Senseii has been drawing for us all these years, to life.

And now, anime One Piece is trending on Netflix.

THE GREAT PIRATE ERA IS HERE!

Here's to hoping Netflix doesn't Netflix it 🍻

What did you think?

Especially if this is your introduction to One Piece, I would LOVE to hear your thoughts!

#one piece live action #iñaki godoy #straw hat luffy #one piece #emily rudd #nami #mackenyu #roronoa zoro #jacob romero gibson #usopp #taz skylar #vinsmoke sanji #jeff ward #buggy the clown #mckinley belcher iii #arlong #one piece anime

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the-cult-of-russo · 1 year

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Such a Softer Sin (Part 11)

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

Warnings: I’m not specifically tagging this one, if you’ve seen the show, nothing will shock you. Smut will happen eventually so minors DNI, thanks.

A/N: Here you go, my anonymous friend lmao Enjoy!

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You put the sword back in the rack, chest heaving a little before you moved over to the bench and put your jacket back on. You and your pack had been training with the warriors for the past few days and you’d really been enjoying it. You’d learned a lot of new things you could apply to your fighting and you were grateful for it as they were things you’d never have thought about. You’d also taught them a few things too. Kos had beamed like a proud parent when Frank had asked you to teach, the warriors eager to learn how you fought and wanting some of your moves. It had proved a little tricky to try and teach it though as your fighting style wasn't so much things you’d learned, it was just the way your body naturally fought. You just went with the flow and it was something that came naturally to you. Kos used to tell you that you were born to be in battle with the way you moved, that you were like a ballerina with a sword. You glanced around now training was over, seeing people go about their day to day life. You’d really settled in here now, got used to being around so many people. Some of the new people had come too from other packs and the numbers were steadily increasing. You could taste the impending war on your tongue and you were thrumming in anticipation for it. You knew soon enough you’d be able to end this thing once and for all and it made you feel a little more hopeful with each new person who came in.

Your mind drifted to you lashing out at the King in the garden and you felt guilt and shame deep in your chest. You hadn’t meant to speak to him that way, you’d been scared and angry after finding all those witches dead but you knew it wasn’t fair to him. Accusing him of being a coward, as if he didn’t care for his people, was the worst thing to say to him and you knew that. You knew you might as well have shoved your dagger through his chests and you didn’t think you’d ever scrub away the image of his hurt face out of your brain. You hadn’t seen him much since, barely said a word as you’d only really seen him about the grounds and you hoped it was more to do with the fact he’d been insanely busy with preparations for the war and nothing to do with how you treated him. You knew he had been busy though, you’d heard Frank tell Karen he was worried about him and how he was barely sleeping. It made you feel bad for him. The burden of all of this lay heavily on his shoulders, anyone could see that and you didn't envy him one bit. It was clear that he took the guilt and blame for everything that went wrong as if he’d done it personally and you felt sorry for him. You couldn't wait for all of this to be over so he could have some peace, he deserved it. You glanced up at the sky but it wasn’t going dark just yet. The full moon was supposed to be tomorrow but you knew it wouldn't happen and you felt an ache in your chest. The full moons were a time you cherished with everything you had, being the only time you were connected with your wolf. Knowing it wouldn't happen made you feel despondent but you told yourself it would happen soon enough. You’d all fix the moon and there was no other option. You weren’t the only one who was restless. While everyone else may have a connection to their wolves all of the time, it didn't mean you were the only one who looked forward to shifting. There was also something that felt off about knowing you should be shifting but forced not to that added to the uncomfortable restlessness about it all.

You set off to the mess hall, knowing dinner was ready. When you walked inside, your eyes landed on Kos as he sat alone at a table and your eyes swept around trying to see if the King and his men were here, but once again they weren’t. You felt a pang of disappointment hit you as you walked over to get your food and then sat next to Kos. He gave you a smile as you sat down. You both made idle chit chat as you pushed your food around on your plate, feeling far too stressed to eat much. You were far too worked up about everything going on to have a real appetite. Not only with the upcoming war, but you were worried about Atti. He still wasn’t back and you were concerned about him. With everything going on now, you really didn't like the idea of him being out there without you and Kos to have his back. You wanted him here where you could see with your own eyes that he was okay and you wanted him by your side to fight with you like he should be. Where he’d always been. You hated how he pulled away again but you thought back to the conversation you’d had with him. He seemed genuinely overwhelmed by it all and you knew he wanted to try, that he’d be better with it, so you could only hope when he came back that you’d get to spend some more time with him. Maybe even be able to bond with his mate too. You could see all over him that he felt so lost and conflicted over his immense feelings and you wondered what that was like. If it made you act like Atti then you weren’t even sure you wanted a mate. You felt bitterness settle in your stomach like a stone when you felt his absence so heavily like this, you couldn't help it. Even with his words pinging around your brain, you had this awful sinking feeling that he wouldn't be making much of an effort when he got back and you loathed it.

After dinner you still felt restless and decided to just wander around the grounds for a bit. Karen had told you when you first got here that you were free to explore the grounds and castle, just to make sure you don’t randomly open doors as you didn't know what lay behind them. You just couldn't settle with all of your feelings and after exploring what felt like every inch of the grounds outside, you made your way into the castle to hopefully burn some more of your anxious energy. Just as you got inside, you saw Azalea juggling with trays of food, her eyes wide as she stared at them precariously balancing on her arms.

“What are you doing?” you asked in amusement and her eyes snapped to you then as she flashed you a bashful smile.

“I’m taking the Council their dinner,” she explained ruefully and you walked over to her more.

“Ah, I don’t envy you there. Luckily I haven’t seen them much since I got here, I like it better that way,” you smirked and she snorted with a nod.

“It’s not the best part of my job, I can assure you that. I try to be in and out as quick as possible,” she smiled and you didn't blame her. You’d figured being here would mean having to spend more time with the idiots but thankfully you had barely seen them at all and hadn't had to interact with them, just the way you liked it.

“One of these is also for the King, he hasn’t been eating properly lately, hasn’t requested food, so I just asked the cooks to make him something,” she explained with a thoughtful frown and a frown of your own graced your face at the news. So he was barely sleeping, not really eating and locking himself away to deal with everything. You worried for him with how little he was taking care of himself.

“Do you want me to take the King’s food to him? I’d offer to deal with the Council but I’m afraid I’d end up hitting them over the head with the trays,” you grinned impishly and she laughed.

“If you wouldn't mind, it would be a big help. They’re not even on the same floor,” she murmured.

“I don’t mind,” you insisted and you grabbed the tray she gestured to.

“It’s probably better if you take it anyway, I think you’d be able to lift his spirits and maybe even talk him into eating the food,” she mused with a grin and you smiled, unsure if you held that power over him but you’d damn well try.

You both started on the stairs, Azalea going to the floor below after giving you directions to Billy’s office and then you made your way up to the next floor. When you got to the door, you carefully balanced the tray so you could knock firmly. You heard him call out to enter and you pushed the door open before holding the tray properly and walking inside. His head snapped up, surprise all over his face to see you there. He was sitting at his desk surrounded by a mountain of paperwork and to the side, there was a large whiteboard full of names and lines that connected them. It all made no sense to you but you gathered it was some sort of strategy for the war.

“What are you doing here?” he asked you. He didn't sound unkind, only confused as he looked at you.

“You need to eat,” you smirked, raising a brow at him as you gestured to the tray.

“Azalea had food made for you and was going to bring it, but she needed to deal with the Council, so I offered to bring it,” you added as you set the tray on his desk and he gave you a relieved and grateful smile.

“Thank you,” he murmured tiredly, rubbing the crease between his brows as he rolled his shoulder and tried to relax into his chair.

“You can sit,” he smiled, nodding with his head to the chair on the other side of his desk. You sat down, eyes worriedly scanning his face as he started to eat. He looked so worn down and you didn't like it.

“Are you okay?” you asked softly and his eyes snapped up to you, looking caught off guard by your question. He was quiet for a moment, twirling the fork around in his hand as he looked deep in thought.

“Everyone looks to me ‘cause I'm a Demigod, I’m the King. They look at me like I have all the answers, like I can fix it all but I feel so outta my depth with this,” he sighed and you frowned deeply at how despondent he sounded.

“I’m worried and I don’t like it. We mighta won the last war but that asshole still got away, he still went off and made a new army to come at us and it doesn't really feel like we won anything at all,” he confessed with a shake of his head. You felt bad for him, knowing how much this was pressing down on him.

“We’ll deal with it soon enough. Everyone’s all hands on deck here and we all have your back. We’ve got all the new recruits coming in, boosting our numbers and we’re all training hard to make sure we’re ready. The castle’s guarded fully too so you don’t need to worry,” you assured, trying to comfort him. There was a big chance the castle could be targeted if the Vampire King felt bold enough to make such a move and since he’d tried to weaken you all with the moon, it was a pretty big chance. But you were all ready for it, all prepared for whatever he might throw your way. He nodded, pushing his food around on the plate much like you had and you knew he had no intention of eating any more than the little he had. He still seemed tense, your words not seeming to do much to ease him and you didn’t like it. You watched him sadly before an idea popped into your brain. You knew you and he were similar and you knew just what you needed when you felt like this.

“Come with me,” you said firmly as you stood. He looked a mixture of shocked and confused as he eyed you warily

“Where?” he asked slowly and you gave him an impish smile.

“Come and you’ll find out. Come on,” you insisted impatiently and his lips quirked up the tiniest amount in amusement as he stood.

You felt like you could physically feel some of his stress leaving his body as he exited the office and all of the stress that seemed to have built up in there, although he was definitely still tense. You were both silent as you left the castle and then left the castle grounds and you felt his curious glances being thrown your way every so often.

“It might not be safe to come out here,” he cautioned softly and you turned to look at him with a cheeky smile.

“I can handle myself and you're more than capable of looking after the two of us,” you snorted and while he still seemed like he was being crushed by the weight of the world, his eyes lit up at your words and a small smile graced his face that made your chest feel hot.

“I’m glad you think so,” he replied, a note of amusement in his voice that had you smiling.

“I don’t think so, I know so. With your power, I don’t have to worry, you’re like the ultimate bodyguard,” you grinned and he chuckled. You knew it was true to an extent but even he had his limits. Even he with all his power and strength could be outnumbered and be taken down. You wondered how that worked. He was immortal so he couldn't die but it didn't mean he couldn't be maimed. What would happen to the Demigod Lycan King if his limbs got hacked off? Would they regenerate? Would he be doomed forever to live a limbless life? You shook those morbid thoughts out of your head as quick as they came. He would be fine. Eventually you came to your destination as the lake came into view. You remembered your first time here, how peaceful it was even as you cried over the loss of friendship with Atti. How he’d kissed you. You tried to ignore it as you felt the pull to him you found harder and harder to ignore. It made you feel guilty for your mate if he ever showed his face. It was one thing to sleep with others like Billy had for simply carnal and primal reasons but another completely to get attached to someone who wasn’t your mate and you knew you were dancing a dangerous dance here. Friendship. That's all it was, even if you had shared three kisses so far. That's all it could ever be no matter what your body might be telling you. You wondered if he had some kind of allure being a Demigod, if it was part of the package. Or maybe it was just because you were feeling lonely, more so after Atti’s departure and you’d both shared some trauma that bonded people on a deeper level than normal. You glanced over to him as you got to the lake and his brows were raised as his eyes swept around, looking shocked that you’d bring him here.

“I want to fight with you,” you informed him firmly and his eyes widened then as they went from the lake to you. If you thought he seemed shocked you brought him here, he was doubly shocked now as you give him a pointed look.

"You want to fight?" He asked, his brow raising and amusement dancing behind his eyes.

"Scared you'll lose again?" You asked with a devilish grin and a slow smirk spread on his face.

"You're askin' for it this time, sweetheart," he teased, a glint in his eyes that told you this was exactly what he needed, just as you suspected.

The pair of you sparred for a bit as the sun went down, no weapons this time as you used hand to hand combat. You were quick as you dodged his hits but you knew if he used the speed that lay inside of him that he'd land his punches easily. You hadn’t been able to land any hits on him either and it caused you to fight harder, determined to at least get one good hit in.

"Go at me harder," you growled as you once again twirled out of the way of his fist. He stood taller, rolling his shoulder as he panted and watched you. He looked so much lighter now, you'd both been enjoying the fight.

"You sure?" He asked warily and you nodded.

"It'll help me get better," you insisted. He seemed to think about it for a moment before he smirked. He came at you with more speed than before and you had to work overtime in blocking, barely able to throw out any offensive moves while trying to keep up with him. He got a few hits in to your ribs although you barely felt them so you knew while he was being faster, he wasn't using more force. You wondered if he was scared to hurt you. You held your own for as long as you could but you quickly found yourself getting tired, your blocks getting sloppy as you tried to breathe through the burning in your lungs. You loved it though, loved the way it made your blood sing in your veins. He swung his fist at you and you jumped backwards. Before you could try and swing right back at him, he swiped your legs out from under you and you tumbled backwards, hitting your back with an 'oof' as the air got pushed out of your lungs. You started laughing as you tried to catch your breath and you heard him chuckling too as he held out his hand to help you up. You shot him a grin as you took it, allowing him to pull you to your feet. The adrenaline was flowing through you, your brain a little lightheaded as you blinked up at him. He was staring down at you breathlessly, a soft smile toying on his lips and you felt your heart pick up in your chest. You almost felt like he might kiss you again, tension between you seemingly palpable. You were surprised to find you wanted him to, how you were disappointed when he broke the eye contact and took a step back. You knew it was wrong and you swallowed thickly, trying to relax yourself and focus on how much you'd enjoyed the fight instead.

"We should head back," he murmured and he wouldn't look at you. You wondered if he'd felt the pull too, if he remembered how badly you'd reacted before and he was trying to ignore it. Or maybe he wasn't interested anymore. It wasn't like he didn't have the pick of any girl he wanted and you'd told him you weren't interested. Your brain hurt from thinking too much. You nodded and the pair of you set off back in silence and you were confused if the little outing had actually been helpful or not now.

When you got back to the castle grounds and through the gate, he took your hand and stopped you, making you look up at him with wide eyes.

"Thank you. I… I really needed that, it made me feel a lot better," he admitted softly, a tentative smile on his lips that filled your chest with warmth. You were glad he enjoyed it, glad to provide the distraction from all that was bothering him.

"I'm glad I could help," you replied and he squeezed your hand, flashing you another smile before letting it go.

"Goodnight, Y/N," he murmured as he watched you for a moment.

"Goodnight, Billy. Try to actually get some sleep," you shot him a knowing smile and he chuckled, running a hand through his hair as he shrugged.

"I'll try," he snorted and you nodded. With one last look, you forced yourself to turn around and head to your pack house. As you got upstairs to your room, Kos was sitting in bed reading and your lips ticked up a little. He glanced up at you as you walked in, a smile gracing his face.

"I'd ask where you've been, but I can smell the King all over you," he teased and you felt your cheeks burn like flames were licking them. You huffed a laugh as you walked over to the bed, tugging your boots off and shrugging out of your jacket. Kos was watching you carefully, almost as if he could sense you wanted to talk about something.

"I… I think I feel something for him and I don't know what to do," you confessed, glancing at him briefly before looking away as you felt a sting of shame.

"I just know it's a bad idea to get involved, but the more time I spend with him, the more I feel it," you added with a thoughtful frown. Kos shifted a little before he sat up more, scooting close to you as he set a reassuring hand on your back.

"I wish I could tell you what to do, but this is something you have to decide. Not everyone waits for their mate and you know I won't judge you no matter what you decide," he soothed and it did make you feel a little better. You leaned into him a little more as you blew out a sigh.

"I just don't want to lose the friendship. I actually care about him and things can get really messy or weird. His mate could turn up any day now, she could even end up being one of the new fighters that come," you lamented and it felt like someone poured ice over your heart at even the thought. It made you feel like a terrible friend all over again. You knew he deserved his mate, you knew that was all he'd been hoping for, so many years he'd been longing for her. You shouldn't be sitting there hoping it didn't happen, it was incredibly selfish and cruel of you to even think that way. Your mind supplied you with images of his mate turning up, of him running over to her and wrapping her in his arms, kissing her. It filled you with dread and your chest ached at the notion that it could very well happen and there wouldn't be a thing you could do to stop it. And this was why this whole thing was a bad idea. If you felt like this now, then actually starting something with him would make it ten times worse. You were being stupid. You'd gotten attached to someone you had no right being attached to and you needed to smother the blossoming feelings before they got out of hand. You were friends and that's all you'd ever be.

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And here's Emergency with Kazui for @qrevo, thank you for the request! I realized as much as Kazui's moment saving Fuuta lives in my brain, I haven't ever written anything for it, so have some more Kazui propaganda haha! (There's reference to violence, but no graphic descriptions or anything 👍)

Kazui may have joked that his reflexes were dulling with age, but they were still perfectly intact when called upon. He thought leaving his profession behind meant he’d no longer be the first responder to an emergency situation. He thought that he’d be done stumbling onto blood-covered scenes of victims and assailants. Milgram had proved him wrong.

He left many of the others in the common room, enjoying a lighthearted conversation after dinner. He stepped into the dim prison hallway, hoping to grab a cigarette from his cell and return in time to catch the end of Shidou’s story.

There rose some shouting from up ahead. Kazui picked up his pace, but there was no need to get too worked up, he thought. Mikoto had been awfully loud in his cell after his verdict. Tensions were high among the prisoners, and squabbles broke out all the time. Even upon recognizing Fuuta and Kotoko’s voices, he figured the two were having one of their usual disagreements.

It was only when he could make out some of Fuuta’s desperate words that his instincts kicked in.

“Help! Please! Is anybody -- aargk!”

Kazui’s feet were pounding across the prison before he had a moment to think. Everything snapped into focus. His time in Milgram had felt like some strange dream, but now his senses became completely clear.

He followed the noise, now recognizing the sickening sounds of violence and agonized cries between each. Though he could already piece together what was going on, his training had him peer around corners and into cells to be sure there were no other threats. He went flying into Fuuta’s cell.

He had only a second to take in the scene. Kotoko was winding up for a kick -- another kick by the look of it. Fuuta was curled in a heap in the corner, his uniform straps tangled around him. His hands shielded his face. All of which, and the ground below, dripped with blood.

Kazui took Kotoko’s arm, yanking her back before her boot could connect. She recovered much quicker from her surprise than he expected. She shifted her weight around, using new leverage to escape his grasp. As she took a swing at him, he suddenly recalled their earlier conversation about fighting styles.

He blocked blow after blow. Damn, she was strong.

“Kotoko, what is all this? I’m not trying to hurt you, but you can’t --” Kazui grunted as she landed a solid hit. He continued rattling off some typical deescalation attempts, but she didn’t hear a word of it. She hardly even looked at him, keeping her eyes trained on Fuuta as they fought.

“He’s a killer,” she said evenly. “Do you even know what he’s done?”

“Do you?”

“It’s unforgivable.”

“It’s not your call to make!” At last, Kazui managed to shove her outside the cell. She stumbled back. The two took a breath.

She wiped blood from her lip where Fuuta must have struck back. “The warden knows this is true justice. You know it is, too.”

Then, she disappeared around the corner.

Kazui stepped out to be sure she wouldn’t return. He ran back to Fuuta the moment she was out of sight. She wasn’t his top priority.

He found Fuuta mumbling to himself, still clutching his face. Kazui had only seen him with his confident, fiery attitude. He felt his stomach clench hearing the boy whimper in pain and fear. Kazui often forgot how young these prisoners truly were.

“Hey, it’s okay. She’s gone. Hey, look at me.” He gently took Fuuta’s hands, pulling them away to assess the damage. His face twisted at the sight. This was more than he was equipped to handle.

Fuuta’s hands wrapped back around himself. He gasped for air. “She… please… I can't... my eye…”

“You’re going to be alright. Just stay with me.” In a swift motion, he swung Fuuta over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. The boy cried out, but Kazui was already on the move. He called to Shidou from down the hall.

As soon as he set foot in the common area, he began giving orders. He told Shidou to examine Fuuta's condition, laying him on one of the tables. He demanded the others stay put until he could find Kotoko. He asked where the other guilty prisoners were. Most just gaped at him in shock. Though their delayed reaction was frustrating in the moment, he understood their surprise. He realized it was the first time he’d raised his voice since coming here. He’d always sat back and let the others take the lead; it was probably strange to see a laid back man like him suddenly taking charge.

Yuno leapt to her feet, already ignoring his warnings. He caught her with an arm before she could run out the door. “Oh god, Mahiru!”

“I’ll find her. Don’t leave.”

He turned on his heel and went running once more.

#milgram #kazui mukuhara #with others #its probably the expected answer for milgram/emergency lol but i still wanted to try my hand at the scene #its cool now knowing that kazui had some sort of background that helped him out -- i always thought it was a strength thing so it #was exciting for him to reveal that in cat #i think shidou gets a lot of credit for being the hero and taking charge in this moment (which is fair)#but i definitely think it could be kazui instead -- even though his character is cowardly itd fit to have him take the lead here #also RIP fuuta was supposed to play more of a role ;-; i went into this ready to put a pretty equal focus on both he and kazui #and as i wrote i was like. oh right. he dieded.#so i shall write something more fuuta-centric another time...#anyway hope you enjoy -- thank you for the request woo!#drabbles

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About Inah Renyi

Name: Inah Renyi

Nicknames: Uchihoe, Serpent Puppy

Age: 25

Pronouns: She/Her

Birthdate: Third Umbral Moon, 10th Sun (June 9)

~~PLACE OF ORIGIN~~

Race: Miqo'te Seeker of the Sun, but grew up in a Keeper of the Moon tribe in northern South Shroud. She was named and raised by her adoptive Keeper of the Moon mother.

Hometown/city: South Shroud, Silent Arbor

Current residence/popular haunt: Gridania/Black Shroud, Limsa Lominsa, Shirogane

~~APPEARANCE~~

Eyes: Dark Green

Hair: Blonde with black on the ends

Hair type: Straight

Body type: Skinny, petite, small but athletic

Height: 5’0”

Skin: Fair

Facial features: Miqo’te facial markings. Two on her forehead, two on each cheek. Darken with age

Favorite/commonly used clothes

Inah loves fashion and strives to be cute no matter the task or job. She sees fashion as a way to express herself. She prefers styles that are bold, feminine, and make her feel confident. One of her goals as an adventurer is to acquire cute outfits from all over the world. Her favorite color is red, which can be seen in many of her outfit choices.

~~SKILLS~

fun | self-sustainability | personal fulfillment | adventure

~~COMBAT~~

Main discipline

White Mage

Secondary/Tertiary/Extra Classes Astrologian | Bard | Dancer

Fighting style

Any difficulties with magical/physical disciplines?

Inah is naturally gifted at magical arts and is very in-tune with nature due to her upbringing in South Shroud in a tribe of hunters, trappers, and botanists. She took to Conjuration quickly and fell in love with the art. Growing up, she also trained in archery as part of her adoptive tribe’s livelihood. As such, she is highly proficient with a bow. She went on to train with Jehantal in the way of becoming a bard. While preferring disciplines of magic, she made a promise to her adoptive mother to keep up her archery skills in order to always be able to protect herself.

Unfortunately, being small, somewhat weak, and relatively forgetful, she isn’t the strongest at melee combat, but it is something she hopes to one day train to become more proficient at.

~~PERSONALITY TRAITS~~

~~LIKES~~

Weather: sunshine | rain

Favorite Dish: triple cream coffee | tea | sweet treats

Favorite Color: red

Favorite Sound: leaves rustling in the wind

Favorite Smell: fresh flowers | the ocean

Favorite Place: Gridania | Dravania Hinterlands

Favorite Holiday: The Moonfire Faire

Other: Despite being quiet around new people, Inah loves being around others. As a teenager, she liked to hang out in the Roost and listen to adventurer’s stories. She falls in love easily and appreciates easygoing personalities and people who also enjoy adventuring and flowers–especially if they smell nice. She also appreciates the duality if life as an adventurer, from busy city streets to the quiet calm of nature.

~~DISLIKES~~

Environment: anywhere particularly humid | swamps | jungles | frigid cold

Weather: snow | monsoon | haziness | intense thunderstorms with a lot of lightening

Flavors: bitter | spicy | tart | gamey

Textures: spongy | sand

Least Favorite Dish: gamey chili

Least Favorite Color: N/A

Least Favorite Sound: repetitive ticking noises

Least Favorite Smell: swamps | brine

Least Favorite Place: Coerthas Western Highlands, most of Thanalan

Least Favorite Holiday: Valentine’s Day (because she usually doesn’t have a date, despite how badly she wants one)

Other: She doesn’t like people who are bossy, condescending, and overbearing. She will not heal them. She also doesn’t like feeling used—whether that be in combat, politics, or love. Hates dusting and dust in general. Not a big fan of spiders or lightning storms either.

~~HOBBIES~~

~~RELATIONSHIPS~~

Parents/Legal Guardian/Parental Figure: Inah’s biological mother and father are unknown (but she hopes to discover more about them). She was raised by Ferah Renyi, a Keeper of the Moon Miqo’te of the Twelveswood. She one day hopes to learn more about her Seeker of the Sun tribe, and it is one of the reasons she decided to leave South Shroud and become an adventurer.

Siblings: Five adopted siblings in a range of ages. Most likely has many more biological full and half-siblings as a Seeker of the Sun, but has no connection to them at this time.

Romantic: Single, but she gets around. She is a hopeless romantic.

Friends: She has a close group of friends who she mostly associates with, but she enjoys making new friends along her journeys.

Rivals/Enemies: Cait Sith. Inah just generally finds him annoying.

Any special gestures of affection they have with people in their life?

Sharing food, giving gifts (usually dye), and flirting

~~HAVE DEALT WITH/IS DEALING WITH~~

How are they dealing with the most prominent of the above? How does it affect their in day-to-day life, if at all?

Inah often finds herself journaling and taking time to herself to be alone. She finds gardening and botany to be calming and a good way to relieve stress. While having a good relationship with her adopted family, she struggles with being different in even some of her closest circles. Thankfully, she is making like-minded friends who help her create the family she always wanted. She is learning that family looks a little different for everyone.

~~ODDS AND ENDS~~

Notable Weapons

A shortbow gifted to her by Ferah when she decided to leave her adopted tribe to become an adventurer. While she prefers disciplines of magic, she still holds onto this bow as it reminds her of home.

Notable Mounts

Her company Chocobo, Karasu, who accompanies her on many of her adventures and takes her to new places. They have a special bond. She has trained Karasu to defend her while she casts.

Keepsakes/Mementos

Fortemps Shield gifted to her by the house of Fortemps. She travels light, but is sure to pick up more mementos as she goes!

Education Level

Inah did not attend a traditional school, growing up in a tribe of hunters far from a city center. Still, she did receive a basic education, learning to read and write at a young age. She loves to read, specifically on gardening, adventuring, and romance (being such a hopeless romantic). As a tween, she received training from the Conjurer's Guild to become a Conjurer and eventually a White Mage. Most of her education has come from mentors, reading, and from her time as an adventurer.

Habits

Always leaves a little bit of her drink and food left. She makes a mess whenever she eats sweet treats. Easily distracted. She also sings to herself a lot, but is actually shy about singing in front of others.

#ffxiv #ffxiv oc #final fantasy xiv #orignial character #oc profile #final fantasy #warrior of light

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joe9cool · 1 year

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Collide-Justin Herbert-26

A/N: I do not know or associate The Chargers or anyone affiliated with them. This is fanfiction. Also you do not have permission to copy or post my work anywhere else. Thank you

Abu Dhabi was an interesting place.

Sara met her team on the plane and they began the long flight. Everything had been cleared by security and their visa's were approved. That was the nice thing about having a manager and assistant.

When they arrived. It was early morning, and while normally they would have time to settle in, Sara was rushed to the set where she had an introduction to everyone. (She hugged Timothee hard) then the director came and asked her if she had any questions about the script. He wanted her to go over a bit with Austin Butler. She had to laugh when he came to her trailer to introduce himself to her and Erika, as her best friend was trying hard to keep her cool.

They went over their lines before they were called to do some testing photos for promotion. The movie's pr team wanted them to give the appearance of a family friendly set. As Sara and Austin spoke, Timothee joined them, as the set photographer took photos for them to post on their social media.

Then it was a dress rehearsal to make sure Sara's costumes fit. Since she was going to be playing a princess, her outfits ranged from simple and elegant, as well as regal and extravagant. Some minor alterations had to be fixed as Sara's training for the fashion show made her body more toned.

In between fittings, Sara was flipping back and forth between the script and trying to figure out when the game vs the Broncos would be on. It was going to be difficult, but Sara was determined to make it work. She remembered to message Justin that she landed, however it was probably late in Los Angeles, so he wouldn't see it until she was probably asleep.

This was going to be a test of their relationship.

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Message from anon: Did you see this post? From deumoxi instagram

Blind item: big time Hollywood actress from steel city is involved with an NFL quarterback in California. Wonder how her business focused family is taking this?

I think Sara Wozniak is seeing Justin, or at least there is/was something going on. They both follow each other, have the same group of friends.

Answer: Jeez anon, we've talked about it. It's a follow, all evidence we've seen has linked him to Taylor. As a matter of fact Taylor just posted she's rooting for the Chargers.

Anon: oh my god let it go. He's not seeing Sara, she isn't his type. She's obnoxious and fame seeking.

Answer: I can see her not being his type, but I don't get the fame seeking? She stays pretty lowkey compared to another ex of his.

Anon: the fact that everyone treats this as another girl. She's SARA WOZNIAK, Oscar nominated, funny, smart woman. She has tons of friends, is a social butterfly. She does tons of charity work. She is wayyyy out of his league. She doesn't want a homebody, twenty four year old fuckboy. Her ex is Harry Styles, talk about a downgrade if she was with Justin.

Answer: . That's all I'm going to say.

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Sara was exhausted.

It was 1:40am and she was in her hotel room watching the game. She got back from another long day of filming. They were doing the difficult scenes first. So it was physically and mentally tough on her. She got back to her trailer at 11pm, closed her eyes for an hour, and then got up to eat a snack and turn on the game on her phone.

She still wanted to support the guys, even though in her personal opinion it was stupid to play the starters when they really had nothing to play for. Justin didn't like hearing that, but it's true.

So far seeing Mike carted off and Joey limping, Sara shook her head. She liked Staley, but she could understand the fans frustration with him. Joe had no problem expressing his anger while she was texting him. She was fighting off sleep, even though she would regret it when her alarm went off in a few hours.

The game was now tied and she was upset that Justin was still playing. Why would you risk getting your star quarterback injured? It was probably Justin’s doing as well, the man was committed to football and didn't want to go off the field for nothing, even during injury.

Even millions or miles away she wanted to kill her boyfriend.

She dozed off somewhere during halftime. Her alarm woke her up and the knock of the door signaling the driver was there to take her to the set. In a hurry, she got up and jumped in the shower. Running around, she managed to get to the set on time for hair and makeup. Her phone was dead, so she handed it to Erika to charge.

Unfortunately her tiredness interfered with her work. It was an off day for her and the director expressed frustration with certain faces she made, a couple times she found herself fighting off yawns, which Unfortunately were caught. At one point Alex pulled her aside. "You need to get it together, you don't need any distractions. I don't know why you were up late, but you might need to go back on sleeping pills.

She was right, as much as she loved Justin, he was probably focused on his career,and she needed to be focused on hers. During a quick break, she quickly downed a black coffee and took a caffeine pill, her heart was racing and sure it was stupid and dangerous but she needed this.

It worked though, as the drug kicked in she found herself filming her scenes with ease, and the production team improved. During lunch Austin approached her. "Hey good job, don't worry about it earlier. Timothee got bitched out twice because he kept forgetting the desert scene." She laughed "yeah that sounds like him. I'm fine I just stayed up late, the time different just got to me."

Austin smiled. "The good news is that we are ahead of schedule. So maybe we get to go home a little earlier than expected."

She laughed again. "Yeah but I'll be back in LA with the fashion show at the end of the month, and then in February I will be in Paris doing press work." Austin nodded in understanding. "Our job never ends." They laughed, soon Timothee joining them for some more set pictures.

Once Sara got back to the trailer she was ready to drop. Erika handed her phone back and she opened all of Justin's messages. It was the usual talking about the game, he updated her on Mike and Joey's status. She replied back, even though he would be sleeping, that she missed him and loved him, and that he made her proud despite the loss. Surprisingly he messaged her back that he loved and missed her and promised he'd give her updates on Bosa and Williams. She smiled as Erika rolled her eyes in a teasing matter.

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Taylor stared at the screenshot of the deumoxi post. There was only one quarterback that popped up in her head. There was no way The Sara Wozniak was seeing Justin. Granted, she was at Chargers games, but her good friend had a private suite and was a season ticket holder. Plus what about the blonde's he had been spotted with. No offense, but girls like Sara wouldn't be okay with a guy playing the field.

Maybe she was putting too much thought into it. There was Jimmy G, who had the hearts of millions of women. He was close in age to Sara, and more her type. So that would make more sense. It has to, Jimmy would fit the persona of a Hollywood starlets boyfriend. He would be on her arm at the red carpet events, not Justin. Justin would never date someone who had that level of fame. That's right, it made more sense that Sara was seeing Jimmy.

However as Taylor sat in her office, she had a feeling that she was wrong. She grabbed her phone and clicked on Sara's follow list. There was Justin, but not the 49ers quarterback. She did notice that there was Kenny Pickett, Joe Burrow, and some others in her following. She went on Justin's profile and saw that he was following Sara as well as the rest of the shows cast.

That doesn't mean they are dating though, they share mutual friends. She is at games, they probably haven't spoken to each other. Sara only knows him as the Quarterback. Taylor thought

Still, if Sara found him attractive she could easily get any man. But Justin wasn't any man.

"Taylor, any new reports?" Taylor broke her trance and looked up at her co-worker, who was staring at her in confusion. She laughed. "I'm sorry, I spaced out."

"Are you okay?" She nodded. "I'm just tired." He nodded, she continued. "So far nothing yet."

He walked away and she took a sip of coffee. "Focus Taylor." She whispered.

There was no way Justin and Sara were a thing. She is everything he is against.

She didn't feel confident in the reasoning

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"How is Abu Dhabi?" Justin had her on speaker as he was getting ready to head to the facilities. Despite the 12 hour time difference they still manage to squeeze in phone calls in between the texts messages and photos they would send. Of course, Sara's photos were alot more interesting than his. The scenery was gorgeous. She made him swear to secrecy that he wouldn't release any set photos she snuck of her in her outfits, he rolled his eyes at that, which he knew she knew. "It's gorgeous, but warm, you know I hate that." He laughed, his girlfriend never failing to vocalize her taste for hot weather.

"I know you do, trust me, it's not fun practicing outside when camp starts." She hummed. "I'm sorry you have a shortened schedule this week. I don't think it's fair."

"Yeah, but that's what the league wants, and we just have to adapt, but I'm confident in the team." From all the way across the world Sara rolled her eyes. "I see you're in media mode already." He laughed as he got in his car. He sent a message to his manager to make sure to check on Nova, although she would probably be busy in her tower. As if his girlfriend knew the Bengal was on his mind. "How's Nova been?"

"She's been good, she misses you though. But she's been getting plenty of exercise on the wheel. Although I had to put it downstairs so I don't hear it at three am." He muttered and she laughed. "Well I was reading up on the breed and they are high energy cats. They are close to a dog you know." He smiled. "I know, I think that's why I subconsciously chose that breed."

"Oh you need a dog!" Justin groaned. She had been pestering about a dog since she became obsessed with Dylan. "Why don't you get a dog." He told her. She sighed. "I mean, I thought about it, especially during the pandemic. But I think with this upcoming schedule I have to put it off til next year."

"I don't think a dog will really ever fit in my lifestyle with the schedule and games."

Sara tried not to let her mind wander to the future, maybe one day they could own a dog together. "I love Golden retrievers." She admitted. Justin laughed "I like labs, good, hardworking dogs you can take fishing."

"Well they have retriever in them, so they are good helper dogs." After a pause she laughed. "I was on a dog's 101 YouTube page." Justin laughed. "You and your YouTube rabbit holes." He would always glance at her screen and find her watching the most random things. Sometimes he found himself telling her to connect it to the television so they could watch together.

The rest of the phone call she explained other deep dives she went on, before she was called to set. "I'll call you tonight." He smiled. "Promise?" She laughed. "Promise. I love you."

"I love you too, have a good day on set."

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"So wait what happened?" Justin was laughing as Sara retold the story. Timothee apparently blurted out the wrong line, and the director didn't notice until he and others pointed it out.

He was getting ready for bed while she was on break. The time difference seemed to work out well so far. It had only been a week, but Justin was counting down the days when she would be back in Los Angeles. The fashion show was Sunday the 5th of February, and her plane was landing on the 27th, however she would be in rehearsal and the Amazon cameras would be following the process of the fashion show before going live. Sara did find a couple times where she could break away to see him, but it would have to be at her place. Which was fine, but Erika would be there as well.

"Can you bring Nova over?" Justin rolled his eyes. "You're only coming home to see my cat?" She laughed. "And what about it?" "Get your own cat."

"Wait a minute, first we discussed a dog, now a cat? Are we making an animal shelter?" The comment had an innuendo behind it. She didn't mean to, but she was curious about what he would say. "I mean, we both love animals." It made her smile. "I think I want a Bengal like Nova."

He snorted. "Good luck, they are a pain in the ass to train." He looked over at the cat on his pillow and scratched her head. "Isn't that right?" Sara laughed.

He decided to switch topics. So are you ready for the fashion show?" She sighed. "I'm nervous. It's live, and if I make any mistakes there's no redo. Plus I'm walking with models! Justin, actual supermodels like Bella, and AnnSophie, and Gigi."

"But there are some others. Kelce's ex is supposed to be there." He paused. "I looked up the list."

"Yeah he's supposed to be there too, so I don't know if he's an ex or what. A couple of other football players are going since one of the programs is teams. " there was a pause and justin had to ask "Is anyone else for you going?" He knew her family was out of the question. She sighed on the other end. "Alisha is going, as well as Samira, but that's for me and AnnSophie, she has her parents cause Lexi is with George for that week. So to answer your questions, no I don't have anyone."

Justin paused. In a split decision he blurted out. "I could maybe go hangout with Kelce and some other guys if I'm not still in the playoffs."

He couldn't see, but Sara's jaw dropped. Him attending a public event? Where people might speculate if they even look at each other? "Justin, I'd love it if you came! I can make sure you come in through the back way and we don't even have to attend the after party." Justin smiled. "I don't want you to miss it because of me. I know you love the people performing." She laughed. "Justin, I can see them anytime. Come on, it will be fun, we can sneak away" He smiled.

"I'd love that."

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"Erika, do you have midol by any chance?" Sara was groaning in her set chair waiting for the director to call for her scene. She had woken up this morning to her monthly gift. She was always early or on time, except that one time in October where she was two days late, she almost had Erika run to the rite aid only for it to come the next day. She hadn't told Justin because he had been on the road, plus it worked out so there was no reason to alarm him.

Erika came running into the room. "I got something wayyyy better she squealed!" Sara looked over confused. "A doctor to rip my uterus out?"

"Oh my god sis, have you not checked your messages? Oh wait only if it's from Justin." Before Sara could bite back Erika kept with the point. "Your agent called! Anna Wintour wants you to be on the Cover of June Vogue!" Sara got up faster than usual and screamed, catching the attention of those around her. "No fucking way" Erika nodded and the best friends tightly hugged. "I'm so proud of you Sara, I know how much you wanted this." It was true, while she had been on the covers of international vogue, this was a big deal. It was Vogue magazine, something she dreamed of when she was in college, her first acting gig, when things took off and people began noticing her. She pulled back and Erika was still smiling. "That's not all!"

Sara was confused. What else could there be?" As on cue her phone rang and she pulled it out of her friends hand to see it was the producers of her show. She answered it and put it on speaker. "You're on speaker"

"Oh good I did the time conversion correctly." She laughed, Finn was one of the main producers, a man in his fifties who had been pitching shows for a while with no luck until now. "You could have just Googled it." He laughed. "That isn't a challenge."

"Is there something important about the show?" Finn laughed. "Why I'm calling to inform you and the rest of the cast that the nominations just dropped for the SAGs and guess what baby! We are nominated! And you Missy, is nominated for Best Actress in a Dramedy!"

Sara screamed again. After discussing the details of the awards which her team was working on as well as a schedule to make a dress. (Designers were already reaching out about making a dress) her castmates all called her as well. She just got a message

I'm proud of you baby- Justin

She teared up. I miss you, I love you.

She couldn't wait til the 27th

"So I hear you are a fellow SAG nominee," she looked up and saw Austin smiling at her. She nodded, "yes and congratulations to you too Mr. Presley." He laughed, he had been down since the death of Elvis' daughter, who he just attended the Golden Globes with. It was nice to see him smiling again.

Before anything else could be said they were called back to set.

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So far the twelve hour difference was working out as well as one could hope.

Sara was up at 5am waiting for the game to start. She sent her usual 'good luck' message to Justin then Patrick was messaging her.

It was such a good game so far. She managed to get to halftime before she had to get to set. They were flying through the scenes and they were ahead of schedule. Of course, anything can happen, but right now it was looking good.

As Erika and Sara arrived on set she was glued to her phone. So much so that Timothee kept trying to get her attention "hey!" Sara looked up and Erika snickered. "She's absorbed in her boyfriend's football game"

Sara's eyes widened as Timothee smiled. "Get out. Sara you're seeing someone?" Before she could respond he laughed. "I knew it! Those guys' clothes in your closet when we were getting ready for Virgil's party."

"So who is he?" Timothee came around to look at the screen." Sara pulled away, looking around to see if anyone was near she whispered "He is the quarterback."

"The what?" He whispered back. She rolled her eyes. He didnt know shit about football. "Just don't say anything. Unlike a big mouth." She glared at Erika who was sheepish. "I'm sorry! I can't keep up with who knows or not."

Sara shook her head. She was getting nervous. The Jags were catching up and this Lawrence dude was better than the first half. Unfortunately, she had to put the phone down to head into hair and makeup.

Deuxmoxi instagram

Word on the Dune 2 set is that an A list actress who signed on for the sequel has a new boyfriend she is trying to keep on the DL. He is athletic.

Taylor Biscotti on twitter.

The hair is flowing between Justin and Trevor on this Saturday night game! Who you got?

Twitteruser1 @/TaylorBiscotti your guy obviously

Twitteruser2 @/taylorbiscotti wish you were there to cheer him on. —---------------------------------------------------------------

Sara was going to be sick

How the fuck did this team blow a lead, she checked the score on a break and it was down to the wire.

She held her breath while looking at the Google updates. It was 3 seconds. Do or fucking die.

The kick was good.

The Chargers were out. The Jags came back.

Sara wanted to cry. She didn't know what to do. She knew Justin was nowhere near his phone and he wouldn't be for a while.

She just kept it short

When you need me I'm here, I love you and I'm proud of you no matter what.

Warning, the drama will kick off next chapter. I don’t think you guys are going to like me much once the next chapter drops.

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