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alastor-simp · 2 months

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"My My, Aren't You Adorable -Alastor with a Nezuko Reader

🎙Alastor was a little surprised when he met you for the first time. You still retained your human appearance, but he could smell that you were a demon, but different. You looked very young, which made him feel some pity for you since you had died at such a young age. He did find you very adorable when he met you, finding your expressions to be so innocent. "My my, aren't you simply adorable?" as he patted your head.

🎙Your attire confused him greatly, he couldn't tell if you were wearing a dress or some type of odd suit. Niffty, surprisingly, was able to tell him it was a traditional Japanese kimono, and they were commonly worn in Japan. He still found it odd, but said nothing else. He found out that you could change your size, when he saw you shrink down to Niffty's size and gave her a hug. Well that certainly was an interesting power.

🎙The muzzle on your mouth angered him a bit. He prefers to see a smile whenever he is conversing with another, so why cover it? You tried to explain it to him, but it didn't go well, since you could only say "mmm mmm" with the muzzle covering your mouth. Charlie kindly gave you a piece of paper to write down your responses to make it easier for everyone to understand. They understood now that you wore the muzzle to control you from biting anyone, which answered Alastors question, but it still annoyed him.

🎙Al slowly got use to you as time went by. True, he couldn't speak to you normally, but you were very expressive with your face and hands. You were naturally friendly with him, which shocked him a bit, since given his status he is use to being feared, but you weren't. Quite a strange demon you were.

🎙He learned later on that you were a very affectionate creature, as whenever he appeared, you would run up and hug him, or pat his head. He abhorred being touched by anyone, yet when it came from you and gazing into your sweet eyes, he couldn't find it in him to push you away. Goodness, he hoped he wasn't going soft.

🎙During one of Charlie's group exercises, she wanted everyone to explain their past, if they wanted to. Once it was your turn, you wrote down your tragic past. That once peaceful winter morning with your family soon turned into a nightmare as they were all slaughtered by another demon. Only you and your brother survived, but the attack, instead of killing you, turned you into a demon. Somehow, you were able to control your urges, and still retain some of your memories when you were human, which help prevent you from hurting others and those you cared about. Everyone around you felt heartbroken once you told them, resulting in a group hug from everyone, except Al, but he was kind enough to place a warm hand on your shoulder.

🎙Alastor appeared like your story didn't bother him that much, but inside he was fuming with rage. Once he heard the name of the demon who orchestrated the death of your family, "Muzan", he made a long list in his mind of how he could torture/kill that bastard. Oh how he was going to enjoy his screams.

🎙During one of his outings with you, clothes shopping for new attire, he, unfortunately, ran into his sworn enemy, Vox. "Well well, if it isn't the piece of sh✪✪ television!" Alastors eyes, glared at the walking TV, wishing to rip it right off. Vox walked closer to the both of you, wearing a cocky smirk. "Hahaha! Finally come to your senses, and decided to join my team!" Alastor rolled his eyes, letting out a "Ha! No!"

🎙Vox's hypnotic eyes soon locked on to you, causing you to let out a growl, that caught Al's attention. "Well who is this pretty little thing? Your new to-POW!!!" Vox could barley finish his sentence as you gave a roundhouse kick straight into his screen, sending him flying back." Alastors eyes widen at that, shocked by your strength. He soon watched as you began to transform.

🎙The muzzle on your mouth was bitten off, allowing him to see your fangs. Your body had grown in height, along with leaf like markings appearing on your skin, and large horn protruding from your forehead. Your once sweet innocent eyes were now in slits and veins were protruding from your face. Breathtaking was the first thing Al thought of, upon witnessing your full demon form.

🎙Vox was still alive, even after that strong kick, but he was feeling enraged. "WHY YOU LITTLE BIT✪✪!!!" Wires began to protrude from his head, launching at you like snakes. Vox managed to cut one of your limbs off, but his mouth was left agaped that you were able to regenerate it back. Throwing some of your blood at Vox and his wires, you activated your blood art power, sending him and the wires ablaze, burning them in hell fire.

🎙Realizing you were a much powerful foe, he retreated. Now it was only you and Al alone again. You slowly transformed back into your normal form, looking back at Alastor, without the muzzle this time. Alastor was a bit stunned at what had just transpired. He didn't expect you to defend him like that. What tremendous power you possessed.

🎙Walking closer to him, you smiled at him for the first time. It made his black little heart race, seeing such a pure smile on your face. "Are you okay?", he heard you say. Your voice was so soft-spoken, that it shocked Alastor even more. Shaking his head to clear his mind, Al walked closer to you, placing a hand on your head, ruffling your hair. "Quite alright my dear! I must say, that was an amazing show of power. You are full of surprises aren't you!" Alastor smiled down at you, giving you a soft smile, then his regular joker-like smile.

🎙Snapping his fingers, he repaired the bamboo muzzle that you had broken. "Here you go, my dear! Though I prefer you without it! That smile of yours is quite lovely." After that whole incident with Vox, Alastor became much closer to you. He now saw you as a close friend, and loved you like a daughter. Anyone who dared harmed you, would have to suffer the wrath of the Radio demon.

~END~

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flxrartsstuff · 1 month

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Love Remembered

Authors note: You’re the Reincarnation of Sukunas one and only love. Every night you dream of him, seeing his face clear in front of you. He is ready to claim what belongs to him and he’s gonna do anything that needs to remind you. You know there’s a strange connection, you can’t deny it.

cw: nipple play, eating out, fingering, cumming undone, Sukuna being Sukuna

Art by @innaillus , Banner made by me

He had been watching you for a long time. Time didn't matter to him, but it became important when it comes to you. Because he couldn't waste a single second of feeling your presence. It was quite frightening that he watched you sleep every night, lying next to you in bed but not touching you. You woke up and thought you were just dreaming, that you had felt a certain closeness to something or someone. Your dreams had recently become wilder and...more authentic. You couldn't deny that they aroused you and that you woke up sweaty and in tears every morning. They were just dreams, you kept telling yourself.

But the more often they came, the more they burned themselves into your brain. It was always the same image.

You woke up in a field of flowers, surrounded by the most beautiful flowers you had ever seen, cherry blossom trees and the blue sky gave you a calm and idyllic picture of spring. In the shade of some trees, however, stood a tall and dark figure that seemed to have been waiting for you. The broad and large body was covered by a simple white kimono. You were wearing just as little fabric as you looked down at yourself and you sat in the meadow as if you had just landed from the sky. When you looked back at the stranger, he was standing in front of you suddenly, looking down at you with piercing red eyes.

»Do you remember?« he asked you simply. You looked up as if paralyzed, your mouth open for an answer, but nothing came out. He smirked, got down on his knees and came to eye level with you. His hand placed on your chin, forcing you to look directly at him. His thumb ran over the contours of your lips, each touch burning into your skin, feeling so real. You sighed and let yourself fall, after all, it was all just a dream, wasn't it?

»Remember me!« he insisted, running his hand from your mouth down to your neck, almost possessively. On the one hand, his touch was so gentle, while at the same time it seemed so rough and agitated. As if he had to hold himself from falling all over you. His long dark nails scraped across your skin, matching with his unmistakable black tattoos. They snaked over his shoulders and chest. You didn't dare touch him of fear the dream would be over then.

And you didn't want that. You felt the same connection and attraction every time. You let him touch you as if it were a matter of course, you wanted more and didn't want him to leave again. Your eyes wandered over his entire figure, caressing his striking face with your gaze and memorizing everything so you wouldn't forget it. But why? Why did you feel like you already knew him? And longing for him? This feeling of having missed him all these years without realizing it?

He took one of your hands in his, as if he had read your mind, and placed it on his cheek. As soon as you touched him, his ruby eyes seemed to glow. He was warm and surprisingly to your first impressions of him, his skin was so soft and flawless. You looked at him like a harmless deer. Your gaze so empty and yet so curious.

»Remember me.« he pressed out again more forcefully, turned his head and let your hand, which had previously been on his cheek, slide over his mouth. He kissed it, kissed each of your fingers, let his tongue wander over the spaces between them. Just the sight of this intimate moment made you sigh. It was so forbidden, but it felt so right. His other hand, which had previously been on the back of your neck, had now moved to your hip and impatiently pulled you closer to him. Your body bounced against his, your breasts beneath your gauzy fabric of clothing meeting his with rapture. You tried to push yourself back from him with one hand, but it didn’t really help. He held you without a problem, kissing your fingers and moving his mouth to your wrist as he slowly pushed you further and further back into the flowers. His body was over you like a cage, pressing against yours, which seemed to offer no resistance. Quite unlike your mind, your body was far more ahead and had long since revealed your desire for him. Your heart was beating so loudly it was as if he could hear it. A dark growl left his lips in affirmation.

By now he was no longer kissing your hand, but your neck, littering your skin with numerous touches and leaving a burning trail all over. So burning that you could feel it all the way down to your abdomen. Instinctively, you grabbed the back of his head, buried your hand in his pink hair and sighed through his kisses.

Deep down, you knew who it was. That's why you not only allowed it, but wanted more and more. He noticed the change in you, but that wasn't enough for him. So he kept going, pushing your clothes off your shoulders, exposing your collarbone and letting his tongue wander deeper and deeper. Soft sighs and whispers left your mouth, becoming indecent needs and desires.

Your whispering was music to his ears that he couldn't get enough of. He pressed himself more intensely against your body, letting you feel what awaited you as soon as he did. His hard erection, still hidden under his clothes, clearly revealed how hungry he was for you. He didn't bother to hide it, more than that. He rubbed himself against you, against your wet center, which he claimed for himself alone. You moaned as you felt him, so close and yet so far away. Clothes rubbed over clothes, as if he was doing it on purpose. Your abdomen was throbbing, as was your pussy, which was now drowning in its own moisture. Impatient as he was, he opened your robe and exposed you completely naked in front of him, not for the first time. His hungry gaze slid over your entire body, he licked his lips and leaned down to you, only to take possession of your sensitive nipples straight away. As he devoured one breast with his mouth, he took care of the other with one hand, rolling the tip through his fingers and pinching it every now and then. Your mouth was wide open as you couldn't hold back another moan, grinding your hips against his with desire.

You wanted him here and now, right on this meadow, among all these flowers. Your eyes sparkled with lust when he kept looking up at you as he kissed you. Your nipple kept slipping through his tongue with ease, had become so hard and red that he sighed and turned to the other one to do the same. Your back arched, your hips thrust harder against his, but all he had left in response was a dark giggle. Now he knew that your senses had come to life.

»Sukuna...« your voice was a whisper, so desperate, so lustful. His hot breath hit your sensitive skin as he moved away from your breasts again and wandered lower to your stomach. He pushed both thighs apart with less force to expose your already glistening pussy, which was just waiting for him to finally take possession of it. He draped both your legs on his shoulders and positioned himself right in the center of you.

»Let me taste you...« were his words as his mouth was already over your clit and each of his breaths hit you directly on your wet and sensitive folds. He devoured your pussy hungrily, moaning as soon as he tasted your wetness. You flinched with pleasure, sweet sounds escaping your lips as you lolled beneath him. His tongue and teeth rubbed against your sensitive center, teasing your clit. He penetrated you, wanting to taste you deep inside him and not waste a single drop of your sweet nectar. He seemed to want to drown himself in it, but at the same time torment you by taking all the time in the world.

It felt so forbidden, so appealing and dangerous. His eyes glowed red as you looked down. Seeing his head between your thighs sent your lust to unimagined heights. You moved your hips slightly against his tongue and sighed, moaning into the sky above you. The scent that emanated from the flowers and him clouded your senses. Alongside his tongue, he drove his fingers into you, first one and then two. Immediately your body reared up, wanting more. Naughty sucking and smacking rang in your ears as he continued calmly, holding your hips so you couldn't move. You felt the heat running down your thighs and center like hot lava, felt it growing bigger and bigger inside you. All you wanted was to let yourself drift and get closer and closer to the climax. And because he finally had you as far as he wanted, he didn't stop.

»So sweet…and this is all mine.« he growled against your pussy and your body shook. It wasn't a request, it was a clear message that brooked no objection.

»Y-yes, yes…« you moaned from half-closed eyes, your legs pushed even further apart than they already were. He gave you the rest when he took possession of your breast again with his free hand and at the same time circled the tip of your nipple while he licked and tasted you. As soon as he had your nipple between his fingers, your climax overtook you and you came uncontrollably on his mouth.

»Oh my god…ohhh yesss…«

»That’s a good girl.« He licked over your pussy and greedily took in your entire ejaculation, tasting your orgasm on his lips. Moaning, he rolled his eyes, drowning in your center, sucking on you until you had fully gone through your climax. Your hands got lost in his hair and let his pink strands slide through your fingers. Greedily he came up to you and kissed you urgently so that you could taste the flavor of you on his lips. Your center was still throbbing, hard and demanding, while his hips pressed invitingly against it. But when his lips came away from yours, smacking, the image of him disappeared.

He was no longer lying on top of you and you were no longer lying on the flower meadow. You could barely stop yourself from sobbing out loud, swallowing hard and realizing where you were. How could someone you had never met before have such power over you? You saw his face so clearly in your dream that it could no longer be a coincidence. As if he crept into your mind every night.

»You’re mine.«

Part 2: ?

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ninapi · 7 months

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┊┊┊✧ ⁺ ⁺╚══ Suna Version ╝

Premise: Being the first born of the most prominent house in the village, it was a pressing matter for Suna to deliver as future head of his clan. High expectations were set for him which sent him your way, only for him to realize you were all he really needed.

Word Count: 3203

Chapter 1: Defensive

Rin was a simple man; complicated things weren’t his favorite and he was usually against them by all means.

When it was agreed you would be spending your time in the ‘Suna Inn’ instead of the Miya household, Rin thought this would give him the upper hand in the game, that spending time with his family would sway you over to his side and possibly win the right to your hand, but in all truth, he wasn’t really thinking of what all of that even entailed.

At first, all he wanted was to impress and make you feel comfortable enough, you’ve had gone through a lot lately, the realization that the cure to your disease wasn’t as easy to obtain was also a hard blow on your face, so all he could do for the time being was to make you feel at home.

Or that’s what he thought a good husband would do, and apparently he wanted you to believe he would one day be just that.

He wasn’t wrong though.

The room he gave you wasn’t big or full of luxuries, it wasn’t a castle of any sort but a family owned inn and that could be felt clearly in the air.

You got your own brand new comfy futon, a small coffee table with a tea set and a little closet full with kimonos and all possible accessories to match them with. But not only that, there was also a uniform that matched the one used by everyone around the Inn, one with your name tag on it and a silent promise of a normal life hanging from your closet.

You weren’t forced to work, but Rin thought you’d eventually get bored if you had nothing to do and wanted to make you understand you were no prisoner of his, you could make yourself useful whenever you felt like it and you would get monetary compensation if you did want to work; but you were also welcomed to stay in your room and rest for as long as you wanted; a roof over your head and warm meals always there for you no matter what your decision was.

And rest you did, but for a couple of days only though.

Once you were fully recovered, you were seen wearing the lovely uniform Rin laid for you in no time.

You’ve never worked in the industry before and had no idea what needed to be done, but Rin caught you bright and early hiding behind a wall as you tried to understand what everyone was doing and how could you help them with their tasks.

Surprisingly, the sight of you so immersed in the learning process, earned a rare smile from the sly fox’s handsome face.

It was cute, the way your tiny hands held onto the side of the wall while peeking at the elders cleaning the floors. The way you would take notes in a little notepad you found in your room. The way the uniform fit so prettily snugged in every single one of your curves, how the colors accentuated your features, how beautifully you fitted into the overall picture of his family business and home.

It wasn’t as bad as he thought it would, having you around.

You hadn’t complained once about anything, did your own bed, fetched your own meals, even if you were still weak and needed rest, you were never a bother to any. On the contrary, since your arrival things had been brighter.

His mother for instance, was thrilled. Having another girl around or as she said with her own words ‘having another daughter to dot on’ was making her glow with excitement.

Her actual daughter is still pretty young and the things they can do together are quite limited, but you, being closer to Rin in age, (physically at least if we ignore the fact that he is over two hundred years old), allowed her to indulge in some other womanly practices. She started by sharing bath time with you wanting you to feel comfortable in the open air baths, then it escalated when she helped you get into your kimono, dried your hair, styled it and even stayed in your room after hours simply chatting over a cup of tea.

It was like having a friend, having a brand new daughter was more than excilerating, it was a dream. Rin being Rin, she always thought he’d never be able to find a suitable match, and the fact that you were a human was already not ideal, but after getting to know you, she was more than certain she wanted you to be part of her family.

Her other daughter was no exception to this. Having a sister figure was beyond her wildest dreams. She always thought if she’d ever have one would be a younger one, so getting the loving older sister figure she always dreamt of was even a bit overwhelming for her. She’s still fairly young and her brother isn’t just way older but he’s also responsible for the reception of the guests and overall functioning of the inn, there was just no time to play.

But even if you were still weak you gave her your time, she brought books so you could read together aiming to keep you entertained as you got better and you were even teaching her how to knit, bonding as family had never been more wholesome for lady Suna.

But you’re wrong if you think that’s all. We can’t leave Suna papa out of the equation, even if he’s the most reserved of the lot, he still enjoys having you around. Your cooking skills are a welcomed asset to the inn and your kindness just made everyone feel at ease. But more than anything, he loved the influence you had on his eldest son.

Rin wasn’t really interested in his succession.

He always knew the inn was his responsibility, that he would have to take over completely at some point and he took things for granted, it was his already after all, it’s not like he had to fight for his rights or anything.

But he’s never been one to be on top of things, to be proactive, he did things just because he had to, without joy in the slightest.

That changed the moment you came in with him.

Nowadays, he’s the first one up every morning. He goes straight to your room as he is supposed to ‘wake you up’, but in reality, he sits by your side until you stir, then gets up and brings you breakfast. Once you’re done eating he checks your head wound and then goes off to work. A routine of some sorts. A wonderful one, because before any of this, he wouldn’t leave his room until ten minutes before opening time, hardly cleaned after himself and even breakfast was a nuisance to him.

Life had changed quite a bit for the Suna family, and it was for the best.

“Are you planning to stay there hiding all morning? Cuz I could use your help in the front desk.” the sound of his mellow voice made jump out of your skin, you hadn’t notice he was there, or how he’s been there for a while just plainly looking at you.

“Really? Sure, what do you need me for?” excitement was written on your face, you weren’t sure if in your current conditions you’d be able to take on cleaning duty and while you’re fine with cooking, it’s very different cooking for a family of five than for an entire inn full of guests.

“Yeah, I can take care of checking them in and out and you can guide them to their rooms and make sure nobody forgot anything behind, how does that sound?” it was even better than you expected, not at all harsh on your body and you’d still be of use, fantastic news.

“Great! You don’t need to pay me by the way…I know what you said, but it’s more than enough payment keeping a roof over my head and keeping me well fed, not to mention all the clothing and things you’ve gotten for me. I probably owe you money at this point.” your cute giggles were a blessing for sore ears, they never failed to brighten any room you were at and lighten the mood of anyone in it, softening a heart or two on the way.

“As you wish but do let me know if you need anything or want to buy something. I’m sure we can come to some sort of arrangement.” nodding eagerly you trailed behind him towards your new job.

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You found your own pace quite fast at the front desk, nobody would put in doubt that you two were the happy marriage that owned the inn, even if that wasn’t the case, it was hoped it would at some point.

The regulars would come and greet you from time to time, even staying a couple extra nights to help with the business, anything to spend a while more in your presence and make sure the new village’s darling was still in good health.

The rumors of your ‘curse’ were flowing around the village, some, more so than others, tried as much as they could to find any information on the blessing or some sort of medication that could help you getting better; nobody wanted you to leave this world so soon, you just arrived to theirs and they wanted you there, even the elders took a liking to you now that even the leader of the village seemed to be interested in something beyond his duties.

“(Y/N), Mr. Tanabe brought you this…” Rin held the translucent bag while pinching his nose with his other hand, a deep scowl covering his features and startling you, he’s such a nice old man, why would he leave something like that for you-?

“W-what is it, R-rin…?” it looked like monster vomit, and it smelled just like it too.

“Not sure, he said it contains spider venom so it had to be taken in small doses every morning for seven days. Something to do with your coughing fits…” he would be lying if he said he wasn’t worried. You two make a great team and life wasn’t so dull anymore since you became a part of his daily life, but he wasn’t sure what he could do to help, if he could even do anything at all.

“Oh ok, I will then. The acupuncture helped a lot, he seems to know what he is doing.” your soft smile hid fear behind its loveliness, he knew it and could feel it, it couldn’t fool him, not him at least.

“(Y/N) is it getting worse again? Are you sure you don’t prefer going with the leader? He might be able to help you find a cure…Not like I want you out of here or anything…just wondering since you don’t seem to be getting any better…” his frown was visible from your angle and without thinking it twice you held his face between both of your hands, looking straight into his eyes, “Yes/no questions time. Do you want me to leave this house?” a silly game you both liked to play when things were getting difficult to process, conversation wise.

“No.”

“Do you want me to stop working with you?”

“No.”

“Do you like peanut butter?”

“What-?”

“Just answer dammit.”

“Fine, yes.”

“Ok good, just making sure you’re paying attention. Next, do you like having me around?” this time he took a little longer to reply, nodding instead of uttering the actual word.

“Do you like me…?” he nodded once more.

“As a future wife or just as a co-worker…?”

“I thought you said yes/no questions…” his cheeks were getting warmer at the touch and a little red as well.

“Rin…”

“Ok, ok, yes I do like you as a future wife…but I like you as a coworker too, just for the record.” lately you’ve been more than accepting the outcome of said fate, and you weren’t really ashamed of it honestly. Originally you were just thinking about ways of getting yourself cured, you did make a promise, one to get better and continue living no matter the cost, one promise you weren’t thinking of breaking, and if marrying a fox would help, you’d try that, gladly. But since you started spending time not just with everyone in the inn but also Rin, you were kind of looking forward to it more than just accepting what was being imposed to you. And it would be a lie to say you weren’t happy to hear those words coming out of his pretty lips just now.

“Then why do you want to send me away to the arms of some other man!?” your cute pout made him sigh, that’s not what he meant, and you knew it, but you were testing more than one thing with this question, and his lack of patience was one of them.

“I don’t want you in some other man’s arms, ok? But you have to be alive to be my wife and I don’t think I have what it takes to get you the blessing, (Y/N)….” letting go of his face you slouched, resting your forehead on his shoulder, “What do you think true love really is, Rin?”

“Is that a rhetorical question, or…?” he looked down at you, slight embarrassment lacing his every word.

“Just answer…”

“Hmm…I’ve never really been interested in that sort of thing, you know this. But if I had to say what it was, I think true love is when your lost heart finds itself in someone else’s. Does that make sense?” that made you look up at him, his eyes were a tad more open than usual, sparkles overflowing his orbs, it could be all your imagination, but he looked beautiful, nonetheless.

“A bit. Why do you think that?”

“Well, I don’t know. Just thought that’s what it probably is about. Feeling more comfortable with someone else than you are with your own self. That’s quite rare if you ask me…and like I don’t know…finding answers to questions you always had about yourself being answered by that person instead, it’s quite a revelation, mind you, so it’s gotta be that.” quiet giggles left your lips, making him smile, “Is this about you having a mild allergy to tomatoes?”

“How could you know that when I didn’t? I’ve been living in my own body for two hundred years and I didn’t know, mind blowing…”

Your giggles turned to laughter, his fingers finding your own and lacing them together, “Does that mean I’m your true love, Suna Rintarou?” he just shrugged pulling you over to the counter so you could start greeting today’s guests. “If that’s what love actually is, then probably. But who knows, we are no experts in the subject, apparently.”

“That, we are not. But if that’s what it is, then we might get the blessing eventually, don’t you think? Sending me over to the Kita castle seems a bit too much for me…” squeezing his hand gently, you attempted the prettiest puppy eyes you could muster, making him sigh once more, deeper and louder this time around, “Fine, you stay where you are, and I get rid of the lurking pests.” said comment was said while glaring at Atsumu who was peeking through a back door, attempting to steal you away as he usually does; a light tap on the side of your bum indicating for you to go hide in the kitchen.

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Things were going great at the inn, as months went by more customers were coming in from out of town for the fall festival, you two had improved the service and even the way things used to be done around for the best, this forcing his dad to make a sudden declaration, he would be retiring as off next weekend. And not just that, he’d be taking his wife along, it was time for both of them to take a very well-deserved long vacation and that one house they bought by the edge of the river for summer breaks seemed to be ready to become their one and only home for whatever it was left of their life.

Meaning, Rintarou and his ‘bride’ would be taking over not only the inn entirely, but also getting the house that came along with it.

Lady Suna was to move into the castle soon as the elders declared you were a danger to the balance among the clans and the marriage should be sealed even if it was only with a blood pact while she was of age, so nobody would put in doubt the loyalty of their leader.

So, the house was to be left completely empty for just the two of you, “Well, I would hope you fill it up again soon though, my dear…if you know what I mean…” a not-so-subtle wink was thrown your way as Rin’s mother packed her bag with excitement.

“Mother would you stop bothering us about the pups thing? We get it ok? You want them soon, we know, but things don’t just work that way…we need…well you know…” he was now facing the wall, hoping none of you could see how his face was as red as it could possibly be.

“What? What is it that you need? You have time…you live together…we are even leaving you alone for good now. What else could you possibly need, son? Is it that you have a problem getting it-“

“MOTHER”

“WHAT?”

“It’s not that ok…? It’s not…that…” you came over to the rescue, getting in between the two of them, one of your arms sneaking around his mid-section while you smiled at his mother.

“We’ll work on it, I promise.”

“We will?” he was now looking down at you, a horrified expression taking over fairly quickly at your statement.

“Do you not want me to have your pups-?”

A hand landed over his face, slowly going down in desperation, “You two are just the same, I can’t fight against you…You know what? Fine, let’s work on that. Don’t tell me later your water broke, whatever that means…you asked for it…” huffing, he left the room, leaving the two of you chuckling in the background at his cute antics.

It was true, he couldn’t fight you no matter what and that makes him think maybe you’re right, maybe true love is just that and maybe you two are already experiencing it, little by little he can’t think of a future without you in it, who would tie his uniform how he likes it? Who would be there to make him feel safe and wanted, who would be there to hold his hand when he is overly irritated and doesn’t even remember how to breathe?

Yeah, maybe that’s just what it is…

But what if he doesn’t want all these responsibilities just yet?

The inn, the business in general, his sister’s betrothal, his house being his entirely now, a bride, pups…

Even if the outcome of all that seemed what he wanted for his future, he wasn’t quite sure if he was ready for the complete package just yet…

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I want to be Your Koi Fish

Warning: +18 content, criminal underworld, intercourse, strong language - and so on

Fanfiction based on: "Baki" by Itagaki Keisuke

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He woke up surprisingly well rested. Strangely, also dreamed of a dream, incredibly wild for his calm disposition. Rough sex with an indomitable and at the same time submissive fiancée. He knew Hanabi was very open, but in the dream she seemed downright perverse. Something moved beside him, brushing against heavily built torso. The dream turned out to be reality. She slept sweetly cuddled, naked and warm. There was an endless calm on her face, she smiled half-mouth. Kaoru stroked the long cascade of black hair that fell from her head onto the pillow. She frowned and curled a little tighter as if something was bothering her, then sneezed, the sweetest sneeze he had ever seen. She cuddled up again, placing a tiny hand on his side. She took a deep breath, opening her eyes slowly, rubbing one of them.

- ...morning. - Muttered sleepily, smiling.

- Good morning. - He replied smiling back. - Did you sleep well?

- Very much! - she sighed. - Beloved ...

He put an arm around underneath her, lying on his back. Perfect morning, only breakfast in bed was missing. Regrettably, they had to leave in this case, but for the moment he relished the touch of her delicate body. He brushed the skin of shapely thigh, making her shiver. She rested head on his chest, climbing a little.

- And you're well rested? - she asked, drawing small circles with her fingernail around the scar on his right breast. - You must have been tired.

- Right. - he replied, taking her head gently in hand and moving her towards him to kiss. - You squeezed all you could out of me, honey.

- Complainant! - She laughed pearl and immediately became serious. - That's not your phone? I hear something...

He reached for pants lying nearby. The cell phone actually vibrated in the pocket. He looked at the display. Could have expected...

- Boss! Something happened?! You disappeared yesterday without a word and... - Kaoru heard a stream of words rushing towards him.

- Relax, Kizaki, nothing happened. - he replied, looking at the blissful woman by his side. - Although it depends how you put it.

- I don't think I understand.

- And what is there to understand, Kizaki-san? - she said, then kissed scarred cheek.

- H ... Hanabi-sama? - Their interlocutor seemed confused, but he reflected quite quickly. - Will you show up at the mansion, boss?

She puffed her lips slightly and nodded her head no, making the titanium earrings clink. He was of this opinion too, preferring to spend the New Year only with her. He always thought about what was good for the family, about its safety. This time wanted to be selfish for a moment, enjoy the happiness and company of his fiancée. Exactly ... fiancée. He did not dream, since she was with him, she replied "yes".

- Not right now, maybe later. - he muttered, then added. - Send Tanaka or Ueda, we have something to collect.

- Of course. Happy New Year ... to both of you.

One of the weirdest calls he made, but he was enjoying it. By the way, he noticed that the deputy had been pounding since the previous evening. He texted the address of the hotel where they were staying. Put the smartphone on the cabinet standing beside the bed, then embraced her, sighing with relief. She placed head confidently on his shoulder.

- What should they take? - she asked softly.

- Are you going to wear traditional kimono all day long? - he replied asking the question.

- Do you have something to change? - Hanabi said aggressively.

In response, he indicated her a traveling suitcase standing nearby. She frowned in silent surprise.

- No... - she muttered.

- Yes.

She laughed under her breath. Of course he had thought that, what are these suspicions? Silly! He pressed her against him and kissed her forehead. Another piece of normalcy he missed so much. He could stay in this place in life forever.

He barely had time to tie his tie under purple collar when she left the bathroom. And they say women take so long to prepare! Before his mother had organized enough to show herself to the world, his father had in fact smoked half a pack of cigarettes and discussed some minor matters with the deputy. He never understood it, she was beautiful in herself! He turned slightly, almost automatically. She adjusted the loose neckline of a light brown woolen dress that hugged a shapely body from the waist to mid-thighs. Pulled long graphite socks on her legs, so that after a moment they were joined by equally dark knee-high boots with light heels. He threw his jacket over shoulders, then picked up two coats and handed her the smaller one. The black color suited her very well. They left the hotel shortly before 10AM, she covered her loose hair with a lovely light beret. Two young members of his group were walking in front of them. One tall, strongly built, dark hair cut short, with earrings sparkling in the ears. The second one shorter, rounder, with short, light, brushed-up hair, as usual in clothes straight from the west. They didn't seem surprised to see his company, so Kizaki had to say that the boss was not alone. Even better, though he wouldn't have to explain anything anyway. He put a white hat on head, stretching arm with a traveling suitcase towards them.

- Happy New Year, boss, Hanabi-sama! - they banged together.

- You boys too! - she replied with a smile.

- Take it to the laundry. - he replied, then turned to the woman by his side. - Hungry?

- Like a wolf! - she said happily, hanging from his shoulder. - Let's go!

He was glad she was full of energy. Wondered if he had ever seen her in such a state of euphoria. The light green eyes were visible from a distance.

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The moment she saw him at the fete, knew she had made the right decision. Who better suited her, a juvenile murderer? Who understood better, who listened more willingly, who respected more ... than a young mafia boss? Who did she spend time with more willingly, who did she think about most often, who made her wither with longing and at the same time burn with desire? She snuggled into a muscular arm as they passed by two of his men. She had to admit that Tanaka and Ueda could be serious when the situation called for it. They were walking along the streets of the slowly awakening city when he stopped mid-step and looked at her searchingly.

- I'm missing something in your outfit. - he muttered.

- Sorry, Mr. Versace, for not meeting the requirements! - she laughed, then added a little more seriously. - What is missing?

- Trifle ... - he replied, taking the massive paw out of his pocket.

Inside the palm of cut hand she saw a small maroon box. He opened it with one finger movement, revealing a delicate gold ring. A simple ring, with a small, finesse woven heart. She looked at him, totally surprised, though not right. After all, he proposed, and usually at such moments a girl gets a RING! This particular one suited her tastes exceptionally. She didn't think he knew her well enough.

- It's perfect... beautiful... - she whispered, covering her mouth.

- Put it on. - he recommended.

She took out a gently sparkling item and put it on the ring finger of her right hand. She had a vague idea that they had somehow measured the circumference. The ring fit. She studied the hand. It was exactly what she had always dreamed of. Simple and very suggestive at the same time. She cuddled up against massive torso, felt him take a tiny hand to examine the jewelry. Looked up. Kaoru leaned over and kissed her. Before he did, she hadn't noticed how cool it was. Heat spread from her lips to every part of her face.

He suggested a nearby restaurant where he was with Kizaki. Hanabi agreed. They were almost there when she noticed something disturbing. Stopped dead, not believing her eyes. Quickly dragged him with her to hide behind the building wall.

- Please look out and tell me the blonde over there is NOT Sikorsky. - she hissed.

He did what she asked, and she waited impatiently for an answer. Tall, more than broad-shouldered, fair-haired, blue-eyed. Her heart pounded like a hammer. It couldn't be true, not on a day like this...

- Yeah, it's him ... - he muttered reluctantly.

- THAT'S WONDERFUL! - She groaned. - And those three veggies who talk to him are my sisters!

- Just beat him. That's it. - he replied with a shrug.

- NO! This is the worst option! Unless you kill him. - she said, biting her thumbnail. - If he sees you together, they will be entangled ...

She thought frantically, had to pull them back and be sure they would be safe at the same time. Something that wouldn't make him suspect, in case he noticed anything. The answer was simpler than she might have expected. Took her phone out of coat to hurriedly send a message to one of the women.

- Did you have any plans? - she asked, looking at him uncertainly.

- No.

- Cool ... so you will probably meet my sisters. - She sighed, throwing the smartphone into pocket. - If they can get away from him safely. Let's go.

She couldn't sit still, tapped her heel nervously, until she saw three women in the doorway. They were bricked up at the sight of the colossus next to her, but they nevertheless came and sat down opposite them. Surprisingly similar again, and yet so different.

- Happy New Year ... - Ayame muttered suggestively, taking the youngest's hand gently, then began to play with the gold ring with the heart. - I see we should probably get to know each other.

- Er ... yeah ... even very much. - Hanabi threw, then reflected. - You too.

- First tell me what's going on. - Yui ordered, holding the phone to her nose. - What is this?

- The guy you were talking to is not a good guy. - she sighed heavily.

- Which one is good? - The brunette laughed.

- You don't understand. This one is VERY not good. He escaped the death penalty from Europe. - she whispered conspiratorially. - Don't ask how I know. Just believe it.

Guess it got to them, although Shizuka didn't seem convinced. Hope they wouldn't meet again. All three turned their eyes to the colossus sitting next to her. They barely noticed when the plates and cups of tea stood in front of them.

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The three somehow identical despite the age difference. IDENTICAL, if not for the different colors of eyes and hair. It was not so visible in the childhood photos. Only Hanabi had completely different facial features, a different build ... she definitely got into her father, only now he could see clearly. Pensive, he devoured almost the entire omelette before turning around. She told him that each of them was extremely intelligent, the two oldest at the end of college or something, the last in a military school, which probably surprised him the most ... because she didn't look like.

- Honestly, when Hanabi sneaked out one day, almost escaping mother's wrath, I had a different picture of you. - The blonde muttered, puffing her lips.

- True, I thought he was a skinny nerd too! - The redhead laughed.

- Until one day, the mother comes home with the revelation that the youngest is completely crazy, because she dates a "load of meat", which is fitting barely on the threshold. - the brunette finished sipping her tea. - At least no longer in anger call you a "wild lesbian".

He didn't think it was true, more of a bite out of the amok of divorce, and it turned out that mother called her that quite consciously. All the more so he didn't intend to deepen this particular acquaintance any more than necessary. But he got the impression that the sisters were completely different. So why did they not oppose and still lived with her?

- So ... when is the wedding, Kaoru-san? - Ayame asked.

- As soon as Hanabi graduates. - he replied, sipping his green tea. - Truth?

- We haven't really talked about it yet... but it's probably a good idea. - she replied, eating her portion. - There may be no time later.

They entered an expected, but completely uncomfortable topic. After all, a wedding is a wedding, and a wedding is a family party. In this case, there could be no question of involving another part of the family, especially since Soga divorced his wife. How to convey it?

- I understand that we are unlikely to be invited? - Shizuka interjected, looking at her disapprovingly then at him. - Oh, my children! We're not stupid! Besides, father told us.

- So what...? - Hanabi gasped in surprise.

- Honey, we know who Kaoru-san is, and we don't mind. - The red-haired girl laughed. - He talked about you too. Our family's spy network is not just about the mother. She'll sleep better.

The winter vacation was over quickly and she had to go home again. The days without her seemed surprisingly dull and gray. He was slowly realizing why he wanted to get married at all, or at least that was his impression. He was absolutely sure, but the reason itself turned out to be complex and difficult to define. He didn't want her because she was pretty or had long legs. Not because she was smiling beautifully or because was damn intelligent. It's like... he wanted her for who and what she was, for what she could, how she supported him, for always hanging around close enough to lift his spirits. If anyone had told him to explain it, definitely wouldn't be able to. He came to the conclusion that love wasn't something that could be explained, certainly not so early. Perhaps, if he lived to old age, he would be able to tell his grandchildren why her and not the other.

Her father left again. He knew it perfectly well, he ordered the smuggling himself. He trusted his future father-in-law like no one else, and he must have had a similar affection for him. True, he had cosmic ideas, just like his daughter said, but he could also think clearly, tactically. Kaoru was also pleased with Goro's professionalism. Even though they had a fairly deep private relationship, he was able to keep distance when they needed it. That is why he left the most profitable business to him. He knew they would go his way. He hoped that the fiancée would benefit and come, but she did not speak for the first few days, except for short, emotional text messages. Has she soaked up in books? Or maybe it was the school that required more at the end? He decided to make her a little surprise. Hit the shop and knocked on her door shortly after. She opened in a light, loose-fitting long-sleeved blouse and black leggings, over which she pulled on fluffy socks. Her hair looked as if she had been pinning it up in a hurry, with individual strands sticking out here and there.

- Kaoru? - she was surprised. - What are you doing here? You usually call...

- Thought I'd surprise you. - he replied calmly. - Am I bothering you?

- No, no, absolutely... just... I'm not alone. - she muttered conspiratorially.

- Guests?

- One. Small. - she clarified. - If you don't mind the company of a little girl, come in.

She surprised him with the information, but since he came, he took advantage. Left boots, coat, jacket and hat at the entrance, and then followed her. As a matter of fact, he thought, if all went well, they would soon have children themselves, so maybe a bit of knowledge would be useful. They went into the living room. He barely noticed the bundle in the colorful blanket sitting on the couch in front of the TV. Dark red hair fell on either side of her head in the form of cute ponytails, and a pink teddy-bear mask obscured almost her entire face. Light blue, inquisitive, large eyes stared at him.

- Fubuki, we have a visitor. - Hanabi began with a smile.

- The uncle mom talked about? - the girl asked at the sight of him.

- ...mom? - he asked.

- Shizuka. Fubuki fell ill and they had no one to leave her with, so she came to see me for one day. - The black-haired girl shrugged, then turned to the girl. - Yes, just like you say, honey.

- Huge. - said the redhead, then sneezed powerfully.

- Keep watching and your aunt and uncle will go to the kitchen to arrange dinner. - said fiancee, pulling him by the sleeve of his shirt.

He almost laughed. Children are incredibly straightforward and blunt creatures! Hanabi looked like she was about to collapse into the ground out of shame, while suppressing the explosion. He embraced her gently, placing the groceries back on the table with other hand, and she pressed against the shirt on his stomach. They stood there for a while, listening to the sounds of fairy tales coming from the living room.

- Sorry, Fubuki is very open. Like all the children in our family. - she said finally, still keeping her face in the purple material.

- It's okay, she's right. - he replied. - She's a brave little one.

- Yeah ... remarkably ... - she sighed, looking at him. - Are you staying for dinner?

- Even longer. he laughed lightly.

- Ooh ... day off? - she said, breaking away and opening the refrigerator.

- Something like that.

He loved to watch her wander around the kitchen creating wonderfully smelling things. From time to time one of them looked into the living room what the toddler is doing. Fubuki fell asleep with her head on a large pillow. They had a moment to themselves, which she had to partly use to organize the house. He wondered if he would see a similar picture in apartment after the wedding. A loving wife who cares about her husband. Of course it did not intend to remain debt. The little one woke up just in time for a meal. Amazingly well rested, energetic and... strenuous. She ate only because of health reasons, not even the color of the bowl matched her. Even though Hanabi had quietly informed him that "it wasn't going to be easy," he thought it wouldn't be more difficult than fighting in the arena. Miscalculated or simply underestimated his opponent. Even when they fulfilled her wishes, they heard "no!", "I wanted something else!", Interspersed with sneezing and tearing a small throat. He absolutely understood that you can be difficult to endure due to illness, but Fubuki clearly tested their patience, limits... and endurance. Shizuka was not supposed to come for her until the evening, and before supper he was completely mentally exhausted. They played with the bunch of dolls, played chess, Go, drew, solved puzzles and logical puzzles. He hadn't expected a three-year-old to be so smart! With silent gratitude he accepted the arrival of the future sister-in-law, who honored them with a meaningful, playful look. He collapsed on the couch in the empty living room, hoping Hanabi would join him quickly. After a while, she actually dropped down beside him, shifted slightly to sit on her feet, looking searchingly. She raised her hand so that a large bag of red satin appeared between them, suspended on a white ribbon.

- Happy Valentine's Day*, my love. - she said with a smile.

- It's today? - He was a bit confused, reaching for the gift, to which she nodded.

He couldn't remember getting anything from anyone for this holiday. His mother usually gave him favorite chocolate-nut cookies, but she did it on his birthday too. The last time she managed to bake them was the second time he got out of prison. He unwrapped the package. If he had to convert her feelings into the amount of chocolate, she loved him more than he could have expected. The first ball coated in shredded pistachios fell out as soon as the ribbon fell. He smiled under his breath.

- I had absolutely no idea what to do for you, so I decided to mix it. - she explained, then added, leaning on his shoulder. - Hope you like it.

He put the sweetness in his mouth, and it melted on his tongue after a few moments, leaving a bittersweet cocoa aftertaste combined with slightly salty nuts. Immediately felt the slowly releasing endorphins causing a pleasantly blissful feeling. He put arm around her and she snuggled even closer. He took out another one, which was sprinkled with intense pink dust.

- Powder from freeze-dried strawberries. You have to try! - she muttered straight into Kaoru's ear.

He did not take long to be asked. He bit off a piece, shoving the rest into her mouth. She took it gently, then licked scarred and chocolate-smeared fingers. He felt a sudden, intense tingling sensation near the sacrum. Put the gift down on the table so he could hug her. She clung tighter, hiding in the lapels of his unbuttoned shirt. Well, THIS DAY was coming.

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* Valentines Day - [ jap. barentain-de] celebrated on February 14 as Chocolate Day, when women present men with chocolates (those beloved - handmade <honmei choko - chocolates of true affection>, those to whom they have obligations - ready from the store <giri choko - chocolates of duty>); men repay women on March 14, on the White Day (howaito-de), usually handing out white sweets (e.g. chocolate), underwear, jewelry ...

#hanayama kaoru #baki the grappler #fanfic #fanfiction #oc x canon #yakuza #baki headcanons #baki hanayama #baki son of ogre #baki dou #baki hanma #kaoru hanayama #fiance #+18 only #+18 content #+18 or +adult only

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nessinborderland · 3 years

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Be Mine (02)

Pairing: Niragi x Reader / Chishiya x Reader

Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff, Omegaverse

Word Count: 4.6k

Summary: You were able to stay unbounded throughout your life. You didn't want an Alpha; you didn't need one. You would rather die than to give yourself to some random male. But the man that saved your life thinks differently.

Warnings: Alpha/Omega, Dubious Consent, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Finger fucking, Rough Sex, Rough Kissing, Unprotected Sex, Creampie, Breeding, Pregnancy Kink, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Drama, Developing Relationship, Past Abuse, Scars

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Seaside Paradise Tokyo.

Or, how Niragi introduces it to you, the Beach.

He leads you inside as if he owns the place. You wouldn’t doubt it, noticing how the people around get out of his way or hurriedly leave the room. You gulp; not a good sign. You look around the big lobby of what used to be a luxury hotel. The first thing you notice is how everyone is wearing some kind of swimwear; Niragi seems to be the exception.

There are more people there than what you’ve seen in weeks, and the sight fills you with anxiety. You know everyone knows exactly what you are and what you’ve done; it would be impossible not to. You notice the whispers and barely masked expressions of surprise and curiosity as those strangers smell you. Smell him in you.

You keep your eyes down as Niragi guides you through the building to an unknown destination. The hand on your lower back is warm and makes you feel less tense. You have no idea what to expect; you don’t know these people or what they stand for. You have no idea what you just got yourself into. But, for better or for worse, at least he’s there and you know he will keep you safe. No matter what.

You risk a sideways glance at him. He doesn’t look at you, but you notice the corners of his mouth lifting in a smirk, his fingers brushing against your lower back. You blush; you hadn’t exchanged more than a few words since you left the roof, but his hand never stopped touching you.

The people who were hunting you just hours before now stand behind you, whispering. It's a small group; four men and two women. You haven’t been introduced yet, but you feel like those people know way too much about you already. You remember the ride to that place and the moments before that, cringing.

Saying that it had been awkward would be an understatement; it was probably one of the most embarrassing moments of your life. Like the walk of shame you would see sometimes in American movies, but worse. Oh so much worse.

Words weren’t needed for them to know what had transpired on the roof. They had known the moment you appeared in front of them; sweaty, dirty, clearly disheveled and reeking of him. It also didn’t help how Niragi had shown up right behind you, chest puffed like a peacock and a grin on his face.

No one had directed a word at you. The women just smiled in your direction and the men pat Niragi’s back, smirking and throwing around some distasteful comments that made him laugh. It made you feel like some kind of trophy; you supposed you were.

You had sat in the back of a car with just him, one of his men on the wheel while a woman sat on the passenger seat. You could feel their eyes on you, and you squirmed in your seat. Niragi’s hand was on your knee, thumb rubbing your skin in circles as he hummed a melody you didn’t recognize. Your head was full of questions; where were you going? How many people were there? What expected you? You had no idea. You stared out of the window at the empty streets of Tokyo, lost in your thoughts.

“Where do you keep your cards?” he had suddenly asked, startling you.

“Uh, hm my cards? In a backpack in my shelter,” you answered, brow raised. “Why?”

“Where is that?”

You had given the necessary directions to your most recent hiding spot and he transmitted them through a walkie-talkie. The rest of the ride was made in silence (eyes still on you), so you returned your attention to the passing view outside. However, the hand on your knee was still the major focus of your brain, and you kept replaying your encounter in your head; how his hands-

A door closing behind you brings you back to the present. You look around the big room you’re in now, taking in your surroundings; a long table occupies the center of it, with some sofas in a corner. Like everything else in that place, it looks expensive. You’re also not alone in that room; several strangers have their eyes locked on you. Their expressions go from barely hidden curiosity to blatant distrust. You tense, feeling threatened; you wonder if you could run past the guards by the door if the need arises. Niragi’s hand goes around your waist, pulling your body to his side in a movement that isn’t unseen by the others.

“So it’s true!” a voice exclaims, making you jump. The man sitting at the head of the table stands up, walking in your direction with open arms and a grin on his face. He’s dressed in just a pair of swim trunks and a colorful kimono, dark sunglasses hiding his eyes. His cheery demeanor puts you off for some reason. “You really bonded with an Omega!”

“We’re not bonded.” “They’re not bonded.” You blurt out at the same time as someone else. You look for the owner of the voice, and your heart stops when you set your eyes on him. You have no idea how you missed him; how his scent didn’t hit you as soon as you walked through those doors.

An Alpha.

You can definitely smell him now. Niragi’s scent is spicy and warm, like cinnamon and wood. This Alpha’s scent, however, is the complete opposite; he smells like something clean and fresh, like peppermint and rain. You look him up and down; he isn’t exactly how you would describe an Alpha; He’s shorter than most men and lean, with features that strangely remind you of a cat. His hair is white and his cold dark eyes pierce into yours while showing no emotion. However, there’s a ghost of a smirk on his lips. Yes, he definitely gives you cat vibes.

Niragi feels your body react before you do. His frame is blocking your vision before you can say or do anything.

“She’s mine!” he snarls in the direction of the other man. “You better stay the fuck away.”

You furrow your brow and push him aside. Indignation and anger rise inside you. You’re not his; not really. What you did is nothing definitive. He has no right in claiming you like that. Niragi stares at you in surprise before his eyes narrow. You notice his jaw clench. Well, he can stay mad for all you care.

“Stop talking about me like I’m a damn object!” you mutter to him, arms crossed over your chest, “We’re not bonded.” you clarify aloud. You lock eyes with the other Alpha; he’s full-on smirking now, something like amusement glinting in his eyes. It makes something tingle inside you. You ignore the sensation. “I don’t-”

“We’re not bonded yet.” Niragi grabs your arm and pulls you to him, hands possessively going around your waist. His glare never leaves the other Alpha as he says, “We will be, once she’s in heat, so back the fuck off.” In a swift movement, the riffle on his shoulder is on his hand, pointing it right at the other man. “If I even think you touched a hair on her head-”

“That’s for her to decide, no?” he retorts, a smirk still on his lips. His taunt expression doesn’t change as he winks at you, “Name’s Chishiya.”

You barely have time to grab Niragi’s arm as he lunges himself in the direction of the shorter man. “Niragi, stop!” And surprisingly, he does. The murderous rage in his eyes doesn’t disappear nor he lowers the gun, but he stops.

“Niragi,” a man calls, a warning tone in his voice. He’s sitting at the other head of the table, arms crossed and face stoic. A scar runs across his left eye. “Easy there.”

“No no, Aguni, let them continue,” says the man that had first spoken when you arrived. The grin still hasn’t left his face. “This is quite entertaining.”

You take a deep breath, wondering once again where the hell did you get yourself into. You quickly assess the room; the people sitting around that table just stare, clearly not meaning to get involved in a dispute between two Alphas. You can feel the situation escalating, and no one seems to want to do anything.

“Niragi,” you put your hand on his cheek, thumb brushing his lower lip, “Drop it, please. You’re scaring me.” He finally looks at you, and his expression softens. You hoped that would work; you had seen your mother do the same to your father dozens of times. Niragi lowers the gun, and you let out a sigh of relief.

The sound of claps startles you.

“Fascinating!” the man in the kimono and sunglasses says in the middle of clapping. “Not even Aguni there can calm down Niragi as fast as you just did.” he chuckles, “Are you sure that he’s the Alpha in the relationship?”

You feel Niragi tense against you, but he keeps silent.

“You know, my grandparents were bonded too.” the man continues without waiting for an answer. “I never really understood the dynamics of Alpha and Omega relationships though, it sounds so bothersome. Being bonded for life with someone you normally wouldn’t even stand just because of your animal sides,” he shakes his head. “Didn’t stop my grandfather from cheating though.”

You look down; it hadn’t stopped your father either.

“Anyway, welcome to the Beach!” he slightly bows in a greeting, “And your name is?”

“Y/N,” you say. You hear Niragi whisper your name, and you realize he didn’t know it until now. He doesn’t know anything about you. Nor you about him.

“Pleasure to meet you, Y/N. You can call me Hatter.” he walks back towards his spot at the head of the table, sitting down like a king on a throne. “Now Y/N, there are only three rules in this utopian Beach. Rule number one:” he points at himself, “Always wear swimwear at the Beach. Rule number two-”

“Why swimwear?” you interrupt. Walking around so exposed is not something you like. “Niragi doesn’t wear one.”

“Well, for safety reasons, of course,” he explains. “You can’t hide weapons in a swimsuit.” he chuckles, nodding at Niragi, “And your boyfriend there just simply refuses to wear one. Not that it makes a difference; he’s always carrying that riffle around anyway.” he clears his throat, “As I was saying, rule number two is that all cards belong to the Beach. You’ll give us all the cards you have in your possession as well as every card you’ll get in the future. If you contribute a lot you can even be promoted to a higher number and, eventually, leave this country.”

“Wait, what do you mean leave?” a spark of hope; there is a way to leave that hell hole.

“Oh, your boyfriend didn’t explain it to you?” Hatter asks, “If you’re able to get every card, you can go back to the real world. We work by numbers here; I am number one, which means I’ll be the first to leave when we get all the cards. After me is Aguni, as he’s number two and so on. So, if we all put in the work and gather enough double cards, everyone on the Beach will be able to leave this country eventually.”

“Is it true?” you turn to Niragi. “We can actually leave?”

He nods, “I want her to have the number before mine.” he says in Hatter’s direction. “I’m not leaving without her.”

“We have a system in place, Niragi,” a bespectacled man speaks at Hatter’s right, “We can’t change it just because you have...fallen in love, or whatever it is. There are rules”

“Kuzuryū is right,” adds a woman in shorts and sunglasses. Her tone is bored, but her body language tells you she’s interested in the conversation, “She has to prove her worth. If she can’t, then she’ll have to get in line just like everyone else.”

You feel Niragi’s body tense up again, gun rising just a little.

“I don’t need charity,” you speak before he can, pressing the gun down. “I’m more than capable of rising up the rankings by myself. And I’ve been surviving on my own just fine, so I know I can do this.”

“Y/N, no-”

“Oh, so she plays by the rules,” Chishiya. You had almost forgotten about him if it wasn’t for the scent of peppermint mixing with the scent of cinnamon. “What’s your specialty?”

“My specialty?”

“Yeah, what kind of games are you good at?”

“I- I don’t know.” You just did your best to survive while staying away from others. That made games of clubs particularly difficult, but nothing you couldn’t overcome. “Never really thought about it.”

“Then I guess we will find out.” the woman from before says.

“It’s settled then!” Hatter declares with a clap. “Ann here will personally evaluate your gaming skills. You’re free to indulge in whatever you wish to, at the Beach; alcohol, drugs, sex. Have fun and enjoy yourself while you can. Just remember the third rule; the last and most important rule,” he makes a dramatic pause. “Death to the traitors. Not even your Alpha boyfriend could save you if you broke that rule.” You feel the threat in his words as much as Niragi does, but both of you keep quiet. “Is that clear?” You nod in confirmation. “Great! Meeting adjourned.”

Niragi is pulling you out of the room before you can ask any more questions; you happen to have a lot of them, but decide to keep them to yourself for now.

“Why the fuck did you stop me from trying to help you?” he asks without looking at you. You almost trot while trying to keep up with his long legs. “I’m trying to keep you safe, goddammit!”

“But I don’t need saving!” you retort with a huff, “I’m more than capable of standing up for myself and get stuff on my own.”

He abruptly stops in the middle of the empty hallway, hands grabbing your shoulders. “Have you forgotten about what we agreed upon?” he asks with a scowl. A strand of raven hair falls over his eyes and you have to fight the impulse to tuck it behind his ear. “You’re mine, remember?”

“Well, and you seem to forget that I have some rules I would like for you to respect!” you talk back, arms crossing over your chest. “The first one is for you to stop acting as if you own me.”

“But I-”

“You don’t!” you interrupt a little too loudly, “I won’t let this fucking animal in me decide what I want. And you better do the same!”

“Trouble in paradise already?” a voice makes you freeze. You turn to face Chishiya, just a few meters behind you. The look in his eyes is something like malice and amusement; he likes whatever he’s seeing.

Niragi lets out a dramatic sigh, “Oh for fuck’s sake, will you fucking leave me alone and die?!” he pinches the bridge of his nose before pointing the rifle at the man once again, “I really have no fucking patience for you right now, so fuck off will ya?”

Chishiya huffs out a laugh and raises his hands in mocking surrender. “I was just passing by, you are the one that decided to have a fight in the middle of the hallway.” He keeps walking in your direction and purposely passes in between you two, arms still raised in the air. Your mind fogs for a moment as his scent takes over your brain and his eyes lock into yours. Something flashes in his dark brown eyes; something you can’t quite place, but that you’re sure it’s his wolf showing himself for just a moment. “See you around,” he waves as he disappears around a corner.

“I fucking hate that white-haired freak,” Niragi mumbles beside you. “I swear to God, if he even thinks about touching you, I’m shooting-”

“And if I want him to?” you say without much thinking. “At least I would be-”

Your breath is taken out of you as Niragi presses you against a wall.

“Say that again,” he practically growls in your ear as his chest presses against your back. Heat pools between your legs instantly, and you want to curse yourself; your wolf could at least have a little dignity. His nostrils flare as he buries his nose on your neck, right above your pulse. You feel the piercing of his tongue on your skin, and you shudder. “I’ll make you say those exact words again while I’m deep inside you, and let’s see if you’ll want him by then.”

“Ge- get off me, you brute,” you manage to say.

“Yeah?” his crotch presses against your ass, and you feel him growing hard, “Now say it like you mean it.”

“Hmm-hmm.”

You press against him, giving in just a little. He does make you feel good. His mouth starts gently sucking on the sensitive skin of your neck. You moan.

“Niragi.”

You jump at the sound of someone calling his name right behind you, hurriedly pushing Niragi off of you. The man with the scar over his eyes, Aguni, stands there, a look of barely hidden discomfort breaking what seems to be his usually stoic expression.

“You guys know that this is a public hallway, right?” he asks with a sigh, “Please get a room.”

He walks away before any of you can say anything. Niragi shrugs and tries to pull you against him again before you swiftly contort yourself out of his arms.

“No, no, no, we’re not doing this,” you point between you two, shaking your head. “Especially not here. We have a lot to discuss.”

Niragi sighs and rolls his eyes.

“Fine,” he says in a reluctant tone. “Let’s find something for you to change into, then,” he says with a smirk, signing at you to follow him. “And we’re not done here.”

“Hm, we’ll see about that,” you retort, following him.

He leads you through the building while explaining things in a bored tourist guide tone; how they manage to have water by harvesting rainwater, how electricity is powered by generators, and how things are organized every time there’s a game. You also ask small things here and there, like how many people live at the Beach and what everyone usually does for fun. He answers you semi-patiently. He finally stops at a door, opening it to reveal a room that you guess was configured to be a storage room for clothing.

“Choose whatever you want from here,” he says before giving you a plastic bag and leaning against the threshold. “Take your time.”

You go through the room, promptly avoiding anything too flashy or colorful; the last thing you want is to get unwanted attention. Anxiety bubbles in your stomach as you search through the clothes; you keep wondering if this was the safest choice. Too late now, anyway. You wish Niragi had at least let you keep your knife; you hate feeling defenseless.

After some rather quick browsing, you end up choosing a simple, black one-piece, together with two pairs of too-short jean shorts and a too-thin jacket hoody. You also pick up some underwear and two or three pairs of shirts.

“I’m done.”

Niragi takes the bag from your hands without a word, extending something to you. You take it; is a wristband with a number attached. Forty-two.

“Is this my number?” you wonder. He nods. “Isn’t this a little too high? I just got here, after all.”

“You don’t have many valuable cards, so that’s the highest number I could get you for now,” he says with a shrug.

“But I said-”

“Yeah I know what you said, just put on the damn thing, will ya?” he says in a harsh tone. You hesitate for a moment before putting it around your wrist; you won’t fight him more on this particular subject. You intend on getting an even higher number, anyway; you want out of this place as quickly as possible. He seems pleased when you don’t talk back. “Good girl. Now let me show you to your room.”

You ignore the feeling his words of praise make you feel and follow him close behind. Your room ends up being a large bedroom on the upper floors of the hotel, luxurious but simple in style, with a balcony that gives you access to the best views. It also happens to not be your room at all; his scent is everywhere.

“This is your room,” you say matter of factly, turning to him with a sigh. “Am I not allowed to have my own room?”

“No, you’re not,” he says back, dropping your bag of clothes on the bed. “Now change.”

“Why not?” you ask, feeling annoyed. It’s like he’s set on getting you angry. “I won’t share my room with a stranger. I want my privacy.”

“A stranger?” he growls, stopping right in front of you. You keep your eyes firmly locked on his, even when his hand grabs your chin with a little too much force. “What we have is stronger than anyone else in this place could even begin to comprehend. I’m not gonna let you ruin it because you’re too stubborn to fully accept yourself. That is not my problem.” His words hurt you more than you care to admit, and you have to fight the tears that threaten to overflow your eyes. “Want a fucking room to yourself? Fine,” his grip on you tightens. His eyes are like fiery ice. “But stop rejecting me, or you’re gonna regret it.”

“You’re hurting-”

“I made you a promise,” he continues, “When you’re finally in heat and ready to take me completely, I’ll do it.” His lips brush against yours, and you shudder, “And you’ll take me, like the good little wolf that you are.”

His kiss is like a fire that burns you from within. His touch sends sparks all over your body, and you feel your wolf howling with desire, despite the feeling of his cum still on your thighs from just hours earlier. His hands pull you flush against him, and you have to control a moan as his hand gets inside your shorts to squeeze your ass. His other hand is still on your face, keeping you in position as he devours your mouth, tongue pushing against your own so forcefully that you feel like you’re going to choke.

He’s pushing you against the mattress moments later, forcing a knee in between your legs. You grind on his thigh, wanting to feel him even closer; it almost hurts how horny you are. He keeps kissing you until you’re gasping for air, moving his lips to suck on your neck as you whimper his name.

“Could any stranger make you feel like I do?” he whispers in your ear, “I’m no fucking stranger.” he bites your earlobe. “I’m your fucking Alpha, and you’ll respect me as such.” He suddenly turns you on your stomach, and you freeze. “How about I fuck you like an animal? Maybe you’ll learn to appreciate your wolf side more.” he says as his hands start pulling your shorts down your legs. You’re frozen in place, fog dissipating to be replaced by growing panic.

“No, wait-”

“Learn your fucking place,” he says as he pulls you up against him by the hair, hand sliding down your front to rip your shirt. “Take me like you were born to do.”

“Niragi, please-” you plead as you try to push him away. He doesn’t listen, pushing you back on the bed as the shirt finally leaves your back. You whimper when the cold air hits your naked skin.

You can hear a feather fall in the silence that follows. You keep frozen, face down on the sheets as tears fill your eyes. He stopped touching you, and you know what his eyes are seeing. You can feel them, burning into your back like hot iron.

“Who did this to you?” he asks in a tone you can’t quite place. You don’t answer; you can’t even face him. You don’t want to see the look of disgust or pity in his eyes. You fail to control the sob that leaves your lips, and simply shake your head, curling your legs under you.

Another moment passes before you feel something covering you. You don’t look, even when you feel him stand up away from the bed, his footsteps sounding to your right as he opens a door. You peek then and see Niragi, shirtless, by a closet. You gasp. He retrieves another shirt and puts it on. He closes the wardrobe door and you lock eyes through the mirror that appears. His eyes have no emotion on them as he averts his gaze and walks out of the room, closing the door without a sound.

You slowly stand up on the bed, still trying to control your gasping breathing. His back. You dress the item of clothing he put on you; his shirt. His scent involves you, and it instantly calms you down.

His back.

Maybe you’re not so different after all.

You wake up startled by the sound of the bedroom door closing. The room is dark, and you force your eyes to identify the tall figure standing by the door. Not that you need to; you can smell him. Him and the reek of alcohol as he gets closer. You pretend to be asleep as he stops right in front of you.

“You kept my shirt,” he says like he’s surprised. You had; after he left you had taken a long warm shower and immediately got in bed, his shirt around you to comfort you. You hear him go to the other side of the bed and sit down. You hear his boots hit the floor as he throws them somewhere across the room. Then he’s laying beside you with a sigh.

“Lie, abuse, betrayal, murder, steal,” he pauses briefly, “I’ve done it all. More times than I care to count.” Your body tenses, but you keep quiet. He lets out a humorless chuckle, “I know you’re awake.” You hear him move to his side, and feel as his fingers start playing with your hair. “I’ll let you know this, though. The next person that dares to even lay a finger on you is getting a fate worse than death. I promise.”

You stay quiet, even as you feel tears sliding down to your temple. His words shouldn’t make you feel like this; like you matter. Like he loves you. You know he doesn’t; not really. But you can’t stop the warmth that fills your heart at hearing his words and feeling his hand in your hair. People always told you how Omegas should feel, but you never understood; you are starting to now.

You turn around when you hear his breathing slow down to a soft snore. You close the gap between you by curling up against his chest, smiling when his arm goes around your waist.

For the first time in weeks, you sleep without nightmares.

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Magnolia (Bakugou x f!Reader)

Feudal Japan AU

Shogun!Bakugou x Midoriya’s sister!reader

Summery: Her mother, lady Midoriya Inko, had once told her that the gods had predestined a path for every single person. All she had to do was follow the path and trust that it would lead her to happiness. But how could (Y/N) find happiness in a political formed marriage with her brother’s rival, a man known for being brutal and cold hearted?

Warnings: sexual content in later chapters / period-typical-sexism / strong language / violence / Drama / Angst / Fluff / Slow Burn/ political marriage / Reader is Izuku's sister / period-typical-discriptions like vague mentions of longer hair to form typical hairstyles or specific wardrobe / Bakugou is not good at feelings / Bakugou is a mean, explosive boi / third-person perspektive

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Chapter 1, Chapter 3, Chapter 5

Chapter 4

Turn of events

For a moment, (Y/N) watched her personal maid through the reflective surface of her mirror, while she tried to force herself to relax her tense shoulders. She hardly noticed how Mina gradually pinned a part of her hair into an elaborate hairstyle, to prepare her mistress for tonight's festivity. With glazed eyes, the young lady let her gaze slid downward to look at the oblong box on her dressing table. A silver hairpin adorned with dark green and rose-colored gemstones rested on the silk cushion of the oil-finished wooden box, sparkling promisingly in the flickering candlelight. The hue of the stones reminded her of the kimono she had worn during her performance at the imperial court. Even the floral pattern of the main piece resembled the flowering magnolia blossoms she had worn in her hair that day. The attention to detail was so shockingly accurate that it made (Y/N) shiver when she had first looked down at the piece of jewelry.

It had been the first time she had stood so obviously in public. Her introduction to society had lasted only a few moments, and yet her future husband had been able to notice so many specific details of her attire. The thought that Bakugou had been there, standing in the crowd as she strode towards the emperor, made the fine hairs on her upper arm stand on end. Goosebumps littered her soft skin, sending anxious shivers down her spine. How perceptive did a person have to be if such small details had stuck in his mind?

"Would you like to wear the hairpin tonight, Miss (Y/N)?", Mina asked curiously, after she stepped away from her mistress to follow her gaze towards the pretty jewelry. Caught off guard, the youngest Midoriya looked up, as she thought about how to answer the question her bright natured maid had phrased eagerly.

Was it too daring to wear that piece of jewelry right away? Or would Bakugou be offended if she didn't wear it tonight? Every decision she made could cause her to sink or rise in his esteem. The uncertainty stirred her eerily. It wasn't even clear if he would really attend today's festivity, and yet (Y/N) couldn't help but to anticipate that he would.

With fluttering eyelids, the youngest Midoriya took a deep breath before finally making a hesitant decision: "...Y-yes... However... do me a favor and lay out a warming kimono in the appropriate color scheme to go with it. The festivities will drag on until late after sunset and I don't want to catch a cold.", she answered nervously, before she lost herself again in her agitated thoughts.

Bakugou was like a parasite that had taken up residence in her mind and it was so incredibly frustrating that they had exchanged less than five sentences with each other until now. Every single gesture, every single word of his she had thought up to the smallest detail. Inwardly pleading that she would find some mannerisms in his behavior to fuel her hope that may had passed her mind beforehand. All she knew was that he was a stubborn and brooding man. Hardly a friendly word had he uttered in her presence until now. His posture seemed entirely dismissive and his vermilion eyes calculating and temperamental, while his reputation makes her tremble with fear at night when she was alone.

And yet, the youngest Midoriya caught herself wishing that she had a chance to learn more about her future husband. That he would also attend the festival tonight. Even if she would only be lucky enough to catch a glimpse of him. She wanted, no, she had to know what kind of person she would marry soon, in order to preserve her own salvation.

Despite the fact that (Y/N) hardly knew Bakugou, he was able to confuse her beyond measure. How did someone manage to appear so distant and brusque and yet be so attentive and prepossessing at the same time? Was she that blinded by the wish that there could be more behind their future union than duty to their country? That she had already caught his eyes before the emperor had ordered their engagement? Was it naive to hope that he concealed someone behind his cold-blooded facade she could learn to love someday? That he hid a man behind his cruel mask that was capable to love her as well? But what else could she have done if she wanted to hope for a better, love filled future?

Her destiny was already sealed. She did not have the power to change it. However, it would have done no good to condemn her future, even if her unpredictable fate instilled her with immense fear. (Y/N) didn't want to give up that easily. Even if the stars seemed to stand at a bad constellation, when it regards her future. All she could think about was her fiancé, hoping that she could have a chance for a good life by his side.

Even though (Y/N) had hoped to at least catch a single glimpse of Bakugou Katsuki, now that her wish had been granted, the young shogun felt even more unattainable. Like two identical magnetic poles pointing towards one another, they repelled each other, both shifting into groups that seemed reluctant to connect. It was not that he explicitly avoided her and her brother. It was just that the young shogun hadn't really moved from his spot at the edge of the celebration to even approach her or Izuku, since the emperor had officially proclaimed her brother as his heir at the beginning of the evening.

Since then, every noble had seized their chance to win Izuku over in some way or another. They had tried to get on her brothers good side, buttered him up now that it was clear that he would be taking the throne in the future. All except for Bakugou. The disinterest he showed made her feel insecure, even if she could guess that he was not a person who liked to occupy himself with groveling courtier's. It made her question her thoughts she had while she had prepared herself for the evening. That maybe he just wasn't interested in dealing with her and her family in general.

For hours, the young debutante had caught herself looking steadily for the blond man, asking herself what she was doing wrong or if he truly would want to get to know her. She had inwardly prayed that he would join them for a moment, but Bakugou remained grimly in one of the more secluded corners near the entrance that led deeper into the more private parts of the imperial gardens, while other nobles flocked around the newly announced heir of the imperial throne.

Together with his companion Kirishima, and surprisingly at times the easygoing noble, Kaminari Denki, he had spent his time with light conversations, while he drove away other approaching persons with gloomy looks. It was strange to observe the stoic man interacting with two such lively individuals, but apparently both noblemen felt comfortable enough to even laugh in the young shogun's presence. This picture which simply did not want to be reconciled with his bad reputation, surprised (Y/N) and made her wish all the more to find out more details about this man.

But of course, contrary to her wishes, the youngest Midoriya had to spent the entire evening obediently following her brother, like the well groomed lady she was. It would not be proper to run off without an escort, especially if she had to represent herself at her best, while Izuku was too busy filling the role of the guest of honor for the evening.

The head of her family had been strangely distant after the negotiations with Bakugou, which only fueled (Y/N)'s insecurity's all the more. While he normally didn't neglect his duties as her guardian, he seemed to be distracted by his own thoughts more often than usual. He was more inattentive than typically. In addition, all the noblemen seemed to distract him even more during the festivities. So much so that he didn't even notice how one of his former fellow pupils had repeatedly approached her in an unpleasant manner.

A few other lords from his years as novices, had engaged Izuku after some time in a deeper conversation as Mineta approaches grew bolder with each attempt. Spurred on by her brother's inattention, Lord Mineta had at some point begun to occasionally brush the fabric of her robe almost as if by accident. He did not seem to notice that his advances were unpleasant to the youngest Midoriya. No matter how much she tried to retreat discreetly, he followed her almost instantly.

Swallowing, (Y/N) dodged the obnoxious heavyset man's gaze as she felt a few stray fingers brush against her wrist. Seeking help, the young debutante looked to her brother, but she was crestfallen to find that he had turned away from her, not sensing his sisters distress. Even his interlocutors also appeared not to notice the man's intrusive gestures, while they were too busy reminiscing old adventures they had endured together.

"You are truly beautiful. I hope my parents are able to put in a good word for me. Maybe they can negotiate an union between us." Mineta spoke in a nasal tone of voice, while he again discreetly tried to step a little closer to her. Surprised, (Y/N)'s eyes widened when she heard the man's statement. Did he missed that the youngest Midoriya was already promised to another man? Or did he not fear the wrath of her fiance?

Wanting to correct the emerging misunderstanding, (Y/N) discreetly shook her head, before starting to speak in a soft manner:"... M-My Lord...M-My apologies... but-", (Y/N) began, struggling for words, as she unobtrusively tried to gain distance between the man and herself without drawing any inappropriate attention to them. She broke off her sentence when she felt several eyes resting on her figure, for fear that these received a false image of the situation. Her fingers clutched at the crystal glass of her refreshment as she continued to stubbornly gaze at the floor, thinking hardly how she should form an appropriate sentence without causing a scene. She felt left alone and helpless, but what was she supposed to do in such a situation without causing a commotion? She was a unmarried woman surrounded by powerful men who did not like to see a lady rebel.

What would her fiancé say if she misbehaved? Defending herself was out of the question in public. She couldn't just kick Mineta in the shins, even if she wanted to. Her behavior could damage her family's reputation.

Due to the fact that (Y/N) was looking for a way out, she did not notice how Mineta tried to approach her again: "You really do smell dreamy!", Mineta's unpleasant voice rang out against her ear as he leaned in to her once more. Wincing, she gasped in disgust, while she abruptly jerked back. Her fingers lost their grip on her drink for a tiny moment as she recoiled, causing the entire contents to spill onto her own garments. The clink of the glass falling on the ground beneath her feet finally made Izuku and his conversation partners turn towards her in confusion, but at that moment she wished she could have sank into the ground rather than be the center of attention. Embarrassed and close to tears the youngest Midoriya took another step back while looking at the damage on her kimono. All at once the pressure of the last few days became impossible to bear, while she looked down at herself, starting to tremble.

"(Y/N), are you alright?," she heard her brother's concerned voice rang out. Instead of being glad that he was finally paying attention to her again, his words seemed to her like the last straw that broke the camel's back, because, no, nothing was alright. But who cared that a young unmarried girl began to realize that the pressures of society weighed far heavier than she had expected, even after she had worked so hard on herself. No one had prepared her for the emotional chaos that would await her once she was introduced to society. Who would have thought that emotions and rational thinking could mess her up so badly? Moreover, she had grown up so stupidly sheltered that all of a sudden everything felt so incredibly overwhelming.

With trembling lips, (Y/N) briefly glanced once at Mineta before looking at her brother and finally shaking her head barely visible. At that moment, the situation just became too much for her. She was afraid that if she continued to stay in that place, she would burst into tears in front of their company. Taking a step back, she mustered up her courage to speak: "E-excuse me, please. I'll go clean my kimono!", she breathed with as much decorum as she could muster before instinctively turning on her heel all at once and ultimately disappearing briskly into the crowd. Had she not been so upset, she probably would have registered that she had run past an enraged Bakugou just a few feet from her point of origin, who was stomping furiously toward the small group. The youngest Midoriya was so agitated, however, that everything around her began to blur behind a veil of tears. Without thinking about the potential consequences, she fled as inconspicuously as possible to the more secluded area of the gardens to retreat behind the high hedges.

With a clean handkerchief, (Y/N) tried to pat the tears away from her wet cheeks after she had rubbed the stain from the expensive fabric of her attire. She was incredibly disappointed in herself. The whole situation had been so incredibly overwhelming, but she should have tried to keep calm and yet she had not been able to stand it any longer. Now she was alone, sitting on the stone facade of an ornate fountain in a secluded part of the imperial gardens, completely frustrated with her own behavior. The tall hedges that surrounded her, swallowed most of the sounds coming from the celebration. Trying to let the soft splashing of the small fountain calm her senses somewhat, she breathed in the fresh evening air, while the small lights on the surface of the water provided enough light to keep her from sitting there completely in darkness. Sinking into self-pity, the young girl sobbed out once again.

Suddenly a crack which seemed to come from a breaking twig disturbed the silence behind her. Startled, (Y/N) wheeled around, shocked to realize how much darker this place was compared to the festival area illuminated by the lanterns. Nonetheless, she recognized how a man unknown to her slowly stepped into the clearing. An uncomfortable shiver ran down her spine as she rose from her seated position, pressing her handkerchief against her quivering chest.

"Ah, honored Miss Midoriya, what a delightful coincidence to have found you! Your brother is already beside himself with worry!", he greeted her in an emphatically friendly manner as he moved ever so slightly closer towards her. In the shadows of the clearing, his features were a little harder to make out. For a moment she might have thought the man could have been Izuku himself based on his hairstyle, but his face was one she had never seen before. Dark eyes, which were framed by equally dark hair, looked at her insistently, as the man slowly but steadily approached her.

"Excuse me, but I don't remember us being introduced, My Lord.", breathed the youngest Midoriya. Protectively, (Y/N) pressed her bent forearms against her throbbing chest as she thought in alarm about how to escape this situation as quickly as possible. Despite his friendly posture, the man frightened her. The thought that she, an unmarried, betrothed lady, could be discovered alone with another man in a place like this caused panic to spread through her body. She could be accused of immorality if she was found here. That could clearly damage her brother's reputation, as the new heir to the throne. Not to mention, she was troubled by the thought of how Bakugou would react when he heard of this situation. Would he direct his anger at her entire family when he learned of this matter?

"Ahh, forgive me. My name is Shindo Yo. I am a good acquaintance of your brother!", he replied while he indicated a friendly bow. His smile spread across his face as he tilted his head to the side to keep her in view. He was an acquaintance of Izuku? Then why had she never heard of his name before? Normally, her brother was someone who was very talkative when it came to describing people he had already had the pleasure of meeting.

Swallowing, (Y/N) nodded cautiously before trying to discreetly circle the young man, without getting closer to him. "I see... T-Thank you for pointing out that he was looking for me then. I should return to him as soon as possible, my lord!", she breathed affirmatively, trying to end the conversation as quickly as possible. Before the young Midoriya could scurry past him, however, calloused fingers had closed around her wrist all at once. Gasping, the young debutante jerked her head around to look up at the man in panic. Without (Y/N) being able to react in time, Shindo pulled her towards him with a jerk, so that the impact against his muscular body caused a brief dizziness in her head.

"Ahh, I'm sorry, young miss. But I'm afraid I won't be able to let you go just like that. I mean... how surprising it would be to find an unmarried girl alone in the arms of a man in the back of the imperial gardens. How... unheard of! And that too from the future princess. Who would have thought that? I wonder what your fiancé will say when he hears about this? It is said that he and the crown prince are not necessarily favorably disposed towards each other! I wonder what could trigger such a situation between them?"

"No! Let me go, please!"

Sheer panic caused (Y/N)'s body to release a huge amount of adrenaline all at once. Immediately, it awakened the flight reflex in the young debutante, so she desperately began to fight back against the stronger man, punching him with her free hand while trying to tear her other arm away from him. Cursing, Shindo tried to grab her wildly flailing arms, but before he could do so, the youngest Midoriya instinctively grabbed the hairpin her fiancé had given her two days ago. Without paying attention to her hairstyle, she tore the piece of jewelry out of her hair, only to ram the two long pointed teeth of silver metal into her attacker's shoulder. With a cry of pain, Shindo disengaged from her as he staggered back disoriented. Dark blood dripped from her improvised weapon as she held it protectively in front of her. Gasping, (Y/N) tried to widen the distance she had gained between them by backing a few steps away from him, but in doing so she had failed to notice the bump in the turf, which is why, she tripped over her own hem and fell to the ground with a frightened cry.

Full of terror, she realized that Shindo now had the chance to grab her again, but that moment was never to come.

It was only a few seconds later that (Y/N) had registered that Bakugou Katsuki himself had rushed past her to ragefully give her adversary a right hook. The blow seemed to hit Shindo so hard that he almost instantly fell to the ground unconscious.

"Miss Midoriya, are you hurt?", a warm, masculine voice rang out beside her, causing her to instantly startle in panic. Instinctively, she raised her bloodied hairpin in front of her body to defend herself if necessary. However, when she recognized the face of the red-haired companion of the Shogun, (Y/N) immediately relaxed. Instantly, the young debutante shook her head and tremblingly grasped Kirishima's hand, which he had extended to her in offering to help her up. Her body shook like leafs in the wind barely able to keep her to stand upright, but nevertheless, she immediately turned around to look for the person who had come to her rescue. Bakugou bent with clenched fists down towards the man lying on the ground to strike him again, but (Y/N)'s pleading voice made him pause for a moment.

"B-Bakugou-sama!", the young Miss Midoriya gasped in panic as she broke away from his red-haired companion as quickly as possible. Immediately, the blond man spun around, breathing heavily as he returned the frightened girl's gaze. Analyzing, he looked at the stage in which his fiancée was. Her hair had been partially torn out of her hairstyle, while bloodstains adorned the white fur that her maid had previously draped around her shoulders to protect her from the evening chill. Bakugou's whole body radiated a tremendous anger when he saw how frightened she seemed, but as he watched her approach him faithfully, his muscles relaxed instantly. At that moment she forgot all the terrible rumors about her future husband, glad that he had come to her rescue. Seeking safety, the youngest Midoriya extended her fingers to reach into the Shogun's kimono sleeve as her gaze swung timidly to the unconscious Shindo.

"I defended myself. I-I didn't know any other way to help myself. I am sorry.", she whispered in a shaky voice. Bakugou allowed the young girl to claw at his arm. With deep breaths, he studied her expression searchingly. After a moment he shook his head in a dismissive manner before answering her statement:"You did the right thing.", he grumbled, before looking back down at Shindo. Immediately, (Y/N) followed his gaze while she tried to suppress an upcoming shiver that ran down her spine. "Is... he dead?", she asked frightened, when she saw that the man on the ground was not moving at all. It was too dark to make out any injuries, but she knew that he must be bleeding profusely from his shoulder. Snorting, Bakugou shook his head, while his shoulders stiffened again a little. "Not yet!", he growled as he made moves to approach Shindo again. His free hand reached out to grasp the handle of his katana, but (Y/N)'s fingers dug deeper into the fabric of his sleeve as she stepped closer towards her fiance.

"Your Grace. We should get out of here before someone discovers us. Your reputation could ge-" "What do I care about my reputation?", interrupted Bakugou angrily as he spun back around to face her. Overwhelmed, the young girl looked up at him as she searched for a new approach. Shindo had attacked her. He deserved to be punished, but (Y/N) did not want to witness him losing his head because of that. Tears still glistened in the girl's eyes, but no more flowed down her cheeks as she finally began again:"I-I can't be seen here either. That would also damage Izuku's and my reputation!", (Y/N) pressed out uncertainly.

Immediately, realization spread across the blond man's features before he began to curse in annoyance. "Then what are you waiting for? Get the hell moving out of here!", he blustered angrily as he began to push her out of the clearing. "Dunce Face, go find Deku and discreetly explain to him what had happened. I'll take his sister away in the meantime!", he ordered Kaminari, who surprisingly stood a few feet behind Kirishima, nodding dutifully. As he left the clearing, he threw (Y/N) an encouraging smile as he passed her, but he did not hesitate further to carry out his order. "Kirishima! I want you to take care of him! Find out what exactly was going on here!", the Shogun growled in the direction of his other companion, while he gestured towards Shindo with a nod of his head. A serious expression spread across Kirishima's face before he nodded obediently as well.

With her head bowed in shame, the youngest Midoriya left the dark clearing accompanied by the blond shogun, but instead of heading back in the direction of the festival, he led her in the opposite direction. "Going into a secluded part of the garden alone by yourself was reckless, girl! You should be glad that Kirishima had seen you disappear in here! Something more terrible could have happened to you otherwise!", dispraised Bakugou as he dragged her along behind him. Stumbling, (Y/N) moved in the direction she was being pulled, while trying to sort out her appearance as best she could.

"I know!", (Y/N) replied dejectedly.

"That rotten bastard deliberately followed you! You shouldn't have moved away from your good for nothing brother under any circumstances. As a fucking Midoriya, you have a huge target on your back, you hear me? Your brother is going to be the next damn emperor! So you have to be more careful, brat!", added Bakugou angrily as they scurried past the tall rose hedges.

"I... I know.", the youngest Midoriya whispered again. His choice of words hurt the young girl, but she tried not to burst into tears again.

"If you wouldn't have just put up with everything beforehand and just directly told that damn pervert at the party to keep his fucking mitts off of you, it wouldn't have had to come to this in the first place!", the young shogun continued to chide her darkly, giving all of his frustration an outlet. However, the young Midoriya was also still running partly on the increased adrenaline release, which is why she finally looked up to give Bakugou with a pained expression on her damp face. Had she not been so upset, it certainly would have surprised her that he had even noticed the situation at the party. After all, he hadn't seemed like he wanted to give her any attention in the first place. But at that moment, all she could feel was how all of her frustration wanted to burst out of her.

"Yes, I know!", she replied in a sharp voice before taking a deep breath. "I know it now, that going into that part of the garden was incredibly reckless, and I regret it too. But please. Please, don't judge me for trying to ignore Lord Mineta's advances. It was not my place to covet. Causing a commotion in public would have only caused more problems. I didn't want to disgrace you and my brother. Believe me, if it had been up to me, I would have loved to fight back.", (Y/N) blurted out before she could catch herself. Trembling, she pressed her hairpin to her chest, no longer thinking about the fact that the blood sticking to it could stain her clothes even more.

Abruptly, Bakugou spun around after he registered the young debutante's words to glower down at her, snorting with rage. Jaw tightened, he gritted his teeth as he bent down dangerously slow over her smaller frame. "Listen, girl! I will not allow my future wife to be molested by anyone. I order you to fight back, damn you! Do you understand?", growled Bakugou firmly, while his hand tightened around her trembling wrist. Despite the pressure, however, he seemed careful not to hurt her unnecessarily, but this was the least thing that occupied (Y/N)'s mind at the moment.

Shaking her head disbelievingly, she tried to form words of refutation: "But... Y-Your Grace-", the youngest Midoriya began to stutter, eyes widening in shock as she gazed speechlessly into her fiancé's vermilion eyes, unable to form a decent sentence. "I don't expect you to directly ram your jewelry into everyone's shoulder, but use your fucking voice and put people in their place. That perverted little rat wouldn't have dared to approach you if you told him that you were my fucking fiance!", hissed Bakugou angrily as he unconsciously pulled her closer to him.

Silence spread between the mismatched couple after Bakugou's last words. For a brief moment, they looked at each other in silence with rapidly moving chests, until all at once an appreciative grin settled on the mans full lips. This expression literally took the remaining wind out of (Y/N's) sails. How could he seem so amused all of a sudden when he had been furious not even a moment ago?

Before (Y/N) could ask where his change of heart came from, the Shogun once again interrupted the silence between them:"While I had not given you the hairpin with that intention, I cannot deny that I was impressed that you had used it to your advantage.", the young shogun remarked with an amused look as he pointed to her improvised weapon. Speechless, the debutante looked down before an uncomfortable heat shot up her cheeks. Forgetting that he had chided her just a few seconds ago, (Y/N) lifted her shoulders in shame. "I am sorry!", whispered the young girl, but Bakugou only shook his head, before he indicated to follow him again.

"Don't be. Now Come. I'll take you home.", the shogun ordered a bit softer than before. Clenching her jaw, (Y/N) nodded surrenderingly before walking briskly after her stoic fiance.

#bakugou katsuki #bakugou x female reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou x yn #bakugou #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bnah #mha

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wisteriashouse · 3 years

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aflame (iii).

pairing: firefighter!rengoku kyoujurou x cook!reader

genre: fluff, modern! au

word count: 2374

iii. home visit

It’s absolutely freezing.

For the rest of the day after you had made up your mind to visit Kyoujurou’s house, you had been so nervous that you had proceeded to burn three eggs, serve a customer potatoes instead of tomatoes, and nearly set your stove on fire.

Kyoujurou would be disappointed.

Luckily for you, the customers had all happened to be your regulars, and so had been more interested about your ‘budding romance’ with Kyoujurou than getting upset. After an endless amount of teasing and you coming dangerously close to burning the pan, Aoi had finally decided to ban you from taking any orders.

“Just go and make some porridge for Rengoku-san. I’ll take care of the rest of the orders.” Aoi had said, shooing you out of the kitchen even as you had attempted to resist with all your might. “The dinner crowd has almost all been served, so I can manage the rest!”

And that’s how you had ended up here, with a large thermos of chicken soup and porridge in a bag, standing in front of an apartment complex in a part of town that you’d never been to before. Blowing on your chilly hands, you pull out the slip of paper from your pocket to check the address one more time. You swear that if you ever find out Shinazugawa-san has pranked you, you’re going to fill his ohagi with the sourest umeboshi you can find.

This is it.

The place looks rather well to do, you note as you step cautiously into the building, with nicely potted plants and ambient lighting in warm tones. You’re proud to say that you only missed the button in the elevator twice, both of which can be blamed on your freezing hands instead of how ridiculously nervous you feel the closer you get to his home.

“Unit twenty... unit twenty...” You mumble as you walk along the corridor, glancing up at the numbers on the doors. “Unit twenty should be right... here.” You stop before an apartment and glance up at the door.

Should you call him? What if he isn’t home? What if he’s asleep? Hesitant, you raise your hand to the doorbell and press once very gently, hoping that you aren’t disturbing his rest.

A few seconds of nerve-racking silence pass before there’s the sound of something falling over from inside the apartment, followed by a startled yelp of “aniki, you’re supposed to be in bed!”

Right, his message had mentioned a younger brother. You’d never really wondered if Kyoujurou had any siblings, but now that you think about it, he does seem to fit very well into the role of a big brother.

“It’s okay, it’s okay! Just focus on your homework, Senjurou!” A familiar voice calls out, and for a second, you desperately feel like running away as your nerves surge once again.

Your feet, however, stay rebelliously rooted to the ground.

Before you can take off at a sprint, the door swings open.

“Good evening, how can I help you–” Kyoujurou’s words trail off when he notices that it’s you standing at the door, wearing what’s possibly a painfully awkward expression on your face. He’s dressed in a pair of sweats and an oversized graphic tee with the words ‘Kimetsu Firefighting Crew’ on the front, his cheeks slightly flushed and hair thrown back in a messy ponytail.

He stares at you.

You try your best to smile naturally.

“G-good evening, Rengoku-san.” You manage to get out, trying your best not to stumble over your own words. Inside, you’re wringing your hands, wishing for the ground to just swallow you up whole. When his eyes lift slowly to meet yours, your breath catches in your throat.

How can one man look so beautiful even when he’s sick?

“Chef-san?” Kyoujurou’s voice is a little raspy, as though he’s spent the entire day asleep. It only serves to muddle your mind further with just how attractive he sounds. His eyes are wide with surprise. “What are you doing here?”

At his question, you swallow, nerves twisting uncomfortably in the pit of your stomach. “Well, you said you were sick and I was worried about you, so Aoi got your address from Shinazugawa-san earlier.” You hold out the bag, lips suddenly dry. “And you mentioned that you wanted to eat my cooking... so I brought some porridge and chicken soup over for you.”

Kyoujurou doesn’t answer for a few seconds, staring down at your proffered bag with his lips slightly parted. Unable to bear any more of this awkwardness, you thrust the bag into his hands with a forced ‘I hope you get well soon!’ and immediately turn on your heel in an attempt to flee. Before you can so much as take a step, however, you feel warm, callused fingers wrapping around your wrist, stopping you in your tracks.

“Wait.”

His skin is so warm against yours.

“Your hands are freezing. I’m sorry that you had to come all the way here in this weather.” Your heart thumps wildly, breath trapped in your chest like a fluttering bird as Kyoujurou encases your hands in his larger ones. He brings them to his lips so that his breath dances hotly over your skin, golden eyes flickering up to meet your gaze. There’s something unreadable in their depths. “This might sound selfish of me, but would you mind if I say that it makes me terribly happy?”

What?

“Oh, brother, who is this?”

Wide golden eyes meet yours from under Kyoujurou’s arm and your first instinct is to squeal at how adorable his younger brother looks. The only downside to his appearance is that Kyoujurou’s hand releases yours gently to take the bag; you miss his warmth immediately. “Senjurou, this is–”

“Older brother, you didn’t tell me that you were dating someone!”

“This is Chef-san from that eatery I was telling you about – wait, what?”

“Wahh, it’s you! Brother talks about you a lot, so I feel like I know you already!” The miniature version of Kyoujurou chatters, his voice surprisingly low for a child. Aside from his voice, he almost looks like he could be a carbon copy of Kyoujurou, except that the lines of his face are gentler, his eyes softer. Right now, they shine with excitement, reminding you of a puppy wagging its tail. “It’s nice to finally meet you! I’m Rengoku Senjurou, aniki’s younger brother.”

Rengoku-san talks about you to his little brother? Hopefully only good things, you think nervously.

“Nice to meet you too, Senjurou.” You give a wave of greeting, heart in tiny pieces from just how radiant Senjurou’s smile is. Is it a Rengoku family trait? “Have you had dinner?”

“Not yet, I was going to microwave some leftover stew after finishing my homework. I wanted to brew him a soup,” he points at his older brother, “but he forbid me because I have an exam to study for tomorrow. He was whining about wanting to eat your food earlier, so I’m really glad you came!”

A surge of happiness rushes through you and you have to fight to contain your smile. “It’s no problem, really. I hope you enjoy the food I made, there’s enough for the two of you if you want it.” Having done what you’d set out to do today, you take a step back and wave, your heart light in your chest. “Then, I’ll be going first.”

“Have you eaten yet?” Kyoujurou’s sudden question takes you by surprise.

“Well, no, but I was intending to once I got home–”

“It’s getting late and you must be tired from working all day. Eat with us, I’m sure there’s enough for three.” Kyoujurou says, and you glance at him with wide eyes. His smile softens as he looks at you. “Please.”

How are you supposed to be able to resist him when he does that? Silently, you nod your head, not trusting your mouth to speak.

“That’s great! I’ll go set up the table.” Senjurou takes the bag of food and disappears into the apartment with a little skip in his step. Both you and Kyoujurou watch him scamper off, before Kyoujurou suddenly lets out a gentle chuckle. “For a moment there, I thought the two of you had forgotten about me. He’s been excited to meet you for awhile, but it seems that you get along amazingly well with him already. Thank you.”

“He’s a sweet child, there’s no need to thank me.” You hum, then turn to smile shyly at him. “Well, are you going to invite me in?”

“Oh, yes! Shoes at the door, come on in.”

The initial step into the Rengoku household is full of trepidation, but the warm and homely environment puts you at ease almost immediately. The walls of the hallway Kyoujurou guides you down is decorated with multiple pictures of the Rengoku family since Kyoujurou’s infancy, and you have to stop yourself from gushing over how cute he was. Further down the hallway, the largest portrait hanging on the wall catches your sight – a beautiful woman with long dark hair, dressed in a traditional kimono, hands folded in her lap and a serene expression on her face.

You can’t look away.

“Oh, that’s my mother.” Kyoujurou says, suddenly, and you turn to see him staring at the picture wistfully, a small smile on his face. You nod quietly. “She’s very beautiful. Is she home?”

“No, she passed away from an illness when I was younger.” Kyoujurou explains in reply, and you immediately hasten to apologise, horrified.

“I’m sorry! I wasn’t thinking and ended up being insensitive!”

“It’s alright!” Kyoujurou reassures you brightly, grinning as usual once more. “You couldn’t have known. My mother was a lovely woman and a great cook, I would have liked to introduce you to her as well. Unfortunately, it seems that only Senjurou inherited her skills in the kitchen.” He chuckles a little at that. “I’ve never had much luck with a stove.”

You giggle slightly at his words, and Senjurou’s head suddenly pops out from behind the corner. “Brother, Chef-san, let’s eat! The food will get cold!”

The two of you share a smile, before following him to the kitchen.

After dinner, you insist on staying back to help wash the dishes with Senjurou, Kyoujurou shooed back to his room to rest in spite of his pleading to join the two of you. Perhaps it’s something to do with genetics, but the younger Rengoku son is remarkably easy to talk to, the two of you dissolving into casual chatter as you soap the dishes.

“Brother always talks about the new dishes you let him sample, I wish you could teach me how to make some of them too!” Senjurou tells you, rinsing some of the plates under the tap. You laugh. A corner of your heart flutters, unbearably shy at the thought. “Rengoku-san does? What does he say about them?”

“He says you’re the best cook in the world.” Senjurou babbles excitedly, and your face flushes at the unexpected praise. Sure, Kyoujurou has said that to you many times, but you thought that was just him being polite, or simply how he is to everybody. “And that your cooking is so delicious, it tastes just as good as Mother’s!”

You pause, turning to glance at Senjurou. The younger boy notices the shift in mood, the bright grin he’s wearing melting into something more nostalgic. “I was really young when our Mother passed away, so I don’t have many memories of her. But one day, Older Brother brought back some of your cooking to let me try, and he said it tastes just like Mother’s.” Senjurou’s gaze is gentle as he looks down at the soap suds swirling in the sink. “I feel closer to my Mother when I have your cooking, and I’m sure that Brother, who knew her for longer than I did, feels that even more strongly than I do.”

You look down at your soapy hands, lips pressed together in shock. Is that how much your cooking means to him? You never knew...

“Father was never around much after Mother died, so it was mostly Big Brother who raised me. He’s always taken good care of me, but because he’s so strong, no one really thinks that he needs support. Knowing that he takes comfort in your cooking makes me feel relieved. ” Senjurou continues, before he turns to look up at you with a hopeful smile. “That’s why... I hope you’ll keep cooking for him.”

“Mmn.” You hum, voice suddenly thick and your eyes prickling a little. A mixture of emotions swell in you. Senjurou suddenly looks alarmed, waving his hands. “Oh, I’m not saying that you have to or anything, I didn’t mean to force you to do something you might not want to – ”

“No, it’s alright. I love cooking for Rengoku-san too.” You smile at Senjurou and pat the top of his head. His face scrunches up cutely at your touch, before he beams back at you. “He saved my life, you know.”

Senjurou gasps. “Brother told me about it before! He’s so cool, I want to be like him when I grow up.” Suddenly, he glances at the doorway to the kitchen before leaning in close, hands cupped over his mouth conspiratorially. You bend down slightly to bring your ear closer to his lips, curious.

“You like Older Brother, don’t you?”

“W-Wha–” You panic instantly, nearly dropping the plate in your hands as you flail about. Senjurou giggles, clearly delighted at your response. “Am I really that obvious?”

Senjurou nods, and you bury your face in your hands, thoroughly embarrassed.

“Don’t tell him,” you squeak, unable to look him in the eye. Senjurou pats you on the head reassuringly.

“I won’t.”

A few more washed dishes later and a promise to teach Senjurou how to make baked sweet potatoes, you leave the Rengoku home with a heart far lighter than you’d come in with. On the way out, you catch a glimpse into Kyoujurou’s room – he’s curled up on his bed, arms wrapped around a pillow as he sleeps peacefully.

The sight alone makes the entire trip worth it.

#rengoku #rengoku fanfic #rengoku kyojuro #kyojuro #kyoujurou #rengoku kyojuro x reader #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba fanfic #demon slayer #demon slayer fanfic

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buntycake · 4 years

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The Brothers and Wedding Day (Suit-Wearing MC)

Pride:

Diavolo having asked Lucifer to take care of some tasks before school, he met you at the entrance of RAD. On the steps of the school, illuminated by Devildom’s moon, Lucifer stood dressed up in a black suit and red vest that were tailored to perfection. He made you hope that you looked even a fraction as stunning.

The white and black embroidered suit that the two of you had picked out together had looked amazing – at least it had on the hanger. You owed it to Asmo for looking as good as you did. This morning he made it his goal to help you with your hair, makeup, and accessories this morning. Even if he was a few ideas away from going overboard, you were thankful.

So when his gaze met yours, eyes widening in surprise and a bright smile cracking over his face, your heart fluttered with happiness. He offered his arm as you reached the top of the steps and looked over your costume appreciatively. “Stunning, as always,” he’d complimented.

As you walked arm in arm through RAD, stares from the student body were abundant. Even Diavolo did a double-take when he met up with you two. He joked that you should hold a ceremony. After all, it would be a waste to look so good only for a school event.

Greed:

Mammon had insisted on getting dressed together and ended up worming his way into your room. He claimed that he couldn’t risk someone seeing you in your outfit before him. You were his human and he had to be first in everything. So, he stayed, and you dressed in the bathroom.

The outfit you picked out was a dress shirt, fitted pants, and a simple tie. There was gold detailing on the shirt that made you shimmer under the light. You had thought that with all the gold accessories added on you would look garish, but looking at yourself in the mirror, you looked lavash. Like you bathed in money for fun.

Mammon was pacing nervously around the room when you exited the bathroom. He seemed to freeze and buffer when he caught sight of you. You couldn’t help but chuckle and took the chance to take in his appearance, too.

He looked roguish in a suit. Mostly because he didn’t button up his shirt, tighten his tie, or fix his hair. Of course, his black suit was accented with gold – you were his human, so you had to match. Honestly, between the two of you, you kind of looked like you were attending a mafia wedding.

He blinked furiously, finally breaking out of his daze. With surprising speed, he stepped forward and grabbed your hands, he got down on one knee. “Marry me.” You laughed out of surprise. Mammon insisted that he was serious and that he’d buy you a ring later.

Envy:

You’d never seen Levi sew until the first day of Spirit Week. That morning, you had tried putting on the traditional black kimono and hakama he’d made for you, but with all the fabric you ended up tripping over yourself and tearing one of the layers while trying to put it on.

When you brought the torn kimono to his door, you expected him to be mad. Instead he just took it from your arms and shuffled you into his room. He pulled out a sewing machine from god knows where and within 10-15 minutes he had gotten it patched up.

You could barely hear him offering to help you put on the kimono as he murmured. Even so, you accepted the offer. As embarrassing as it was to be undressed in front of him, you had a feeling that Levi was even more embarrassed, if his flushed face was any indication. But he diligently helped you put on each layer of the outfit. His hands steady the entire time.

When he had finished, his gaze lingered on you for a moment longer than necessary. Then he excused himself and went to put on his own outfit. He exited his bathroom with a traditional black kimono and hakama – his sigil of envy embroidered on each shoulder. His blush returned when you told him he was handsome. From the corner of his room he produced a parasol and surprisingly bold this morning, he took one of your hands.

Even though your outfits weren’t as flashy as some others at RAD (looking at you Asmo), there was something more intimate to them. Walking hand-in-hand under a paper parasol, you almost feel like true newlyweds.

Wrath:

Satan took a more historical approach to the prompt. Instead of dressing in modern wedding styles, he was set upon basing your costumes on a different era. So, the two of you researched weddings across the ages and decided on the Victorian Era. He had some suits fashioned for the two of you – with a couple of modern touches, like less scratchy fabrics.

The day of, you had expected to look much more uncomfortable in your suit. Afterall, the whole ensemble included the appropriate socks, high-waisted pants, an undershirt, a collar shirt, a vest, a cravat, a morning coat, and (of course) a top hat. The whole outfit was a bit stuffy, given all the layers, but you felt exceedingly charming in it. Maybe it was the top hat or the smart mulberry coat, but you were struck with a surge of confidence as you looked at yourself in the mirror.

You were startled by a knock on the door. On the other side you found Satan, looking absolutely princely. He wore a traditionally blue morning coat with a white waistcoat and green hellebore flowers tucked in his coat pocket. It looked as if he tried to slick back his hair, but a few troublesome strands still managed to fall in his face.

Admittedly, you had felt shy under his gaze as he seemed to take in every element of you. He took your hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it. “You look absolutely exquisite.” With how hot your face became; you could have boiled a pot.

It turned out wearing multiple layers in Devildom wasn’t the best idea. It was a blessing that Satan was around to remind you to drink water or to sit down and shrug off a few layers when you got too woozy. Even so, the two of you were the most elegant looking couple at RAD. It was like you had stepped out of a vintage photo.

Lust:

Trust that Asmo has spent WEEKS planning for this day and you were absolutely dragged into that preparation. This included tearing through wedding boutiques looking for the perfect dress. Make no mistake, he gets to wear the wedding dress. Period.

Inevitably, none of the dresses met his expectations and he designed his own. Poor Levi was roped into helping make the dress. Once all that was completed, then it was your turn. He helped you pick out a chic suit. The two of you decided to ditch the plain, traditional suit for a sleeker vest suit.

You saw the dress on the hanger before you saw it on Asmo because he insisted you get ready together so he could help you with your ensemble. After Asmo’s 100 step self-care routine and getting dressed in your own outfit, he finally stepped out in his full costume.

Draped in silvery organza that gathered on a floor like a blooming flower, his modesty barely saved by the plunge line, stark white sheath underneath the transparent fabric, Asmo looked beyond stunning. He forwent the traditional veil for a giant, wide brimmed lace hat.

Of course, you complimented him, and he ate it up. However, the rest of the morning was devoted to you. Your brightly patterned vest was the statement piece of your outfit and Asmo was able to bring it all together with a few choice accessories. Together, the two of you were so dazzlingly, that the student body has a hard time looking at you directly.

At RAD, Asmo insisted on a photo shoot. Of course, he roped other students into it, too. He spent a decent part of the day photographing other’s outfits. When he showed you the glamour shots he took of you, you were floored. Even dressed in an outfit out of your comfort zone, Asmo had managed to capture you candidly – truly as yourself.

Gluttony:

Honestly, Beel was just happy that you wanted to dress up with him. He went shopping with you to pick out outfits and worked to match his outfit to whatever suit you chose, but he didn’t really have an opinion on his own outfit. So, he ended up choosing a classical tuxedo.

The day of, he came to your door, a rose and a sunflower in hand, and looking like the sweetest thing in the world. You felt the heat rising in your cheeks as he tucked the flowers into your coat pocket and complimented your appearance.

The two of you weren’t the flashiest couple at RAD, but you sure did get a lot of looks when Beel decided to carry you bridal style for the rest of the day. The action had Lucifer in a tizzy, but it just made you feel warm and loved to be tucked into his chest. Asmo just had to take a picture of you two like that. You were glad he did, since you now keep that photo tucked in a safe place.

The highlight of the day for Beel was absolutely the massive wedding cake that Barbatos made for lunch time. It had to have had at least a hundred tiers to it. The cake was the traditional white with intricate pink and red frosting roses as decoration. Beyond Barb’s beautifully crafted cake, Beel seemed to really appreciate the tradition of couples feeding cake to each other. Especially when he could use it as an excuse to kiss the remaining crumbs off your lips.

Sloth:

Belphie decided he was going to wear a pajama suit to Wedding Day. You know, the ones with a suit printed on the front? Yeah, there was zero effort to be had for Spirit Week. So, you just decided to roll with it.

You found a suit made of satin pajama material, some slippers, and used a bed sheet as a cape for some flair. Belphie couldn’t help but laugh when you went to retrieve him from the attic. It was enough to prompt him to go to school that day. BUT you had to bridal carry him there. (Don’t worry, Beel helped you out if you weren’t strong enough.)

The two of you were clearly out of place in your pajamas among the sea of white dresses and suit. You got plenty of odd stares from the other students as you passed them in the halls. Asmo was personally offended by the costumes you showed up in. Even more so because the two of you wouldn’t take a proper photo. The two of you looked like a walrus passed out on Ambien every time someone turned a camera on the two of you.

It wasn’t until the two of you started napping anywhere and everywhere at RAD that Lucifer began to rag on the two of you. The temptation was too much for Belphie. He was wearing pajamas and your bed sheet cape made naps easily accessible. It was just too easy for the two of you to cuddle up together.

Apparently, Lucifer had been holding back a lecture on proper attire because it was Spirit Week but sleeping in the middle of the hallway was the last straw. The two of you got a scolding that was about half a day long, but according to Belphie, it was completely worth it. He could never regret spending a day creating mischief with you.

#obey me #obey me swd #obey me headcanons #obey me imagines #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me asmo #obey me beelzebub #obey me beel #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie #obey me gn!mc #obey me spirit week #obey me gender neutral mc

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My Home (Kuai Liang x Reader)

Warning: blood and gore, suicidal references

Summary: you were a shirai ryu and after your family was killed by the lin Kuei. You go to the lin Kuei temple to end your life but something very unexpected happens

You were the sole survivor of the Lin Kuei attack on Shirai Ryu. You hide in the floor boards of your house to hide from the Lin Kuei warriors. You were very thankful that they didn’t find you but the blood of your family soaked through the floorboards onto your face, you wanted to scream but you covered your mouth terrified before you involuntary scream.

After an hour or two of slaughter it was very quiet, you come out of your hiding spot and you regretted it. You saw the dead bodies of your parents in a pool of blood, your mother’s insides were spilling out of your stomach region and her small intestines wrapped around her neck like she was hung with her organs.

Then you looks at your dad, he was naked, he clearly fought back to protect your mother, he had his old katana still in his hand. It looked like the lin Kuei had fun humiliating your father, his privates were cut off and shoved deep into his throat, like they shoved their fist completely into his throat.

You dropped to your knees and start crying hysterically, getting your hands covered in their blood. They ones that you loved to most, your only family, you didn’t have many friends in the world, and your parents were there for you.

After what felt like days of crying, you finally have the courage to bury the bodies of your parents in front of the house. You pick some flowers and place them on the fresh graves. You burn some inscent and do a prayer so that hopefully your parents will go to a better place.

Once you finish praying you stand up emotionless and look at the rest of the shirai ryu village. No one deserves to live life alone and since life is to be lived with others that you loved but you have no one, your clan was gone by the hands of the Lin Kuei. So you needed to die by their hands too, no not just any lin Kuei the grandmaster of the lin Kuei should end the shirai ryu bloodline.

You clean the blood off the floor of the house and make sure everything in the house was nice and tighty. Mother would be mad if you left the house dirty. You shower and put on a new kimono, it was your father’s favorite one, it was light blue with a navy blue sash to go around your waist complete with a necklace that has the shirai ryu clan symbol on it. You put your father’s sword back in it’s holster and put the holster strap around your shoulder. You were ready to go to the lin Kuei you were ready to die.

It took about a week to get to the top of the mountain to the lin Kuei temp. You thought you were going to freeze to death but you pushed forward, you were going to die by the hands of your family’s murderer. Some snow wolfs tried to attack you as well but you killed them with your father’s sword and cooked their meat for food.

You get to the lin Kuei temple nose and cheeks red from cold but you made it and you were ready to die. You go to the steps of the temple and knocked on the door, a simple lin Kuei ninja opened it, “welcome to the lin Kuei temple is there something you need?” You looked at the ninja with emotionless eyes, “I need to see your grandmaster.” The ninja looks at you suspiciously, “for what?” You sigh out some cold air, “that is for me to discuss with him.” The ninja growls, “go away you peasant girl” he slams the door in your face.

You sigh and sit on the steps of the temple, you were going to stay until you died by the hands of the grandmaster of this clan. There was a cold breeze making you shiver, then it started snowing, there was a snow storm coming you knew it. But you were gonna stay here until the grandmaster sees you.

After spending about 10 minutes on the steps of the temple you hear the temple door open. You turn to see a man that was wearing a blue ninja outfit with his chest exposed and muscles showing, he had a scar over his right eye and black mustache and hair to match.

He looks at you and offers his hand, “come in it’s getting cold.” You take the man’s hand and he leads you inside the temple which was surprisingly warm. The man leads you to a traditional Chinese table with warm tea waiting for you, “sit with me.” You did as he says and sit across from the man, he spoke, “drink it’ll warm you up” you slowly drink your tea that was offered to you it was surprisingly good and wasn’t poisonous.

The man smiles and spoke again, “I am Kuai Liang one of the grandmasters if the lin Kuei I was told that you wanted to see me.” You gulp a bit, “I-I am y/n or the shirai ryu clan, the lin Kuei has destroyed my clan and family, and I’m here to ask you to kill me too so that I may be with my family.”

Kuai Liang looks at you confused and set his tea down, “but none of the grand masters sent troops to the shirai ryu clan much less to slaughter them, something weird has been going on here lately, something I’m not aware of.” You look at Kuai, “so you deny killing my clan? Even though I saw it was clearly your Troops?” The man sighs, “I do believe my clan did it but they were not under my control and because they tainted the lin Kuei name with the bloodshed of your clan they will be punished.”

He gets up and calls for the ninjas who killed your clan. They ninjas line up in front of Kuai Liang and he starts talking, “you are all to be punished for destroying a clan that has don’t nothing to us. You have all shedded their blood and now you will all freeze.” He uses his powers to freeze the ninjas some tried to get away but failed.

When he was done freezing the dishonorable ninjas he turned to you got on his knees and bowed, “please forgive my clan for hurting your family. We shall take you in and treat you as family.”

You look at him, an honorable grandmaster on his knees asking for your forgiveness, he wanted to give you a home again a family to care for. you bow to him, and start to cry, “thank you grandmaster Liang, I accept the invitation to the lin Kuei clan” he gets up and takes your hand, “good a beautiful blossom like you should not go through life alone.”

You blush at his jester and he leads you to a guest room that has silk sheets a personal bathroom and an eating area, he brings you in, “you shall stay in this room it is one of our best.” You nod at grandmaster, “thank you grandmaster for everything”

He leaves you in the room alone. Maybe things won’t be so bad after all.

#mortal kombat #mk11 #mk11 subzero #sub zero #subzero x reader #kuai liang #kuai liang x reader #fanfic #mortal kombat x reader

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Mountain with a flower crown

As inspired by a post made by @bleachhaven I made a bleach OC. I am very proud of her. This post is her full bio as I laid the ground work of who she is and next post coming in sometime tomorrow or the day after will be a oneshot of this wonderful lady and her partner. Maybe even turn into something more.

The request and the head cannon it resulted were as followed:

Headcanon for Zaraki Kenpachi with a S/O that’s bigger than him (fluff and smut)

wordcount: 5816 ~

it’s a lpt so i hope you’re patient with me. i like going in depth with my OC’s but also this time i tried to keep her simple and leave some space for the oneshot to come. also i already apologize for any possible errors that i might have missed. my eyes are stinging at the time of posting this.

again special thanks to @bleachhaven and also a thank you to @shadowsnlace who also inspired me with their headcanons and i will be using tid bits from their combined effort (they worked seporatly.) in the oneshot of the same name as in the headline.

Verse: bleach manga – bleach anime property of Tite Kubo

Motto: Chop your own wood, it will warm you twice.

Name: Yasu (assertive child, ヤス) Yamase (Yama = mountain ,山 – se = back / spine / stature / ridge , 背 )

Reason or meaning of the name: she was a very large child since birth – and her last name was given because of her large stature that resembled a mountain in comparison to her peers and the fact that she carried the livelihood of an entire village on her back.

Nickname: 1. Ushi-oni (Ox/cow demon - 牛鬼)

2. Yama-0nna (mountain woman/ mountain lady)

Reason for nickname: 1. This nickname bears the weight of an insult and is what she is called by those who have crossed her path and met her as an enemy. They call her that to convey how beastly large and powerful she is and by the extent how unbothered by their attacks she was.

2. This endearing nickname is given to her by the new children of her village. They call her that because she is very large, like a mountain, and also because she has the word mountain in her last name.

Birth date: Oct 1st

Her birth: she was born on the first day of autumn, around 2 A.M (the hour is known as the ox hour) it was a quiet and peaceful night with the owls hooting as the only noise outside.

Place of birth: a small secluded beachside village named “Momo Niwa” (peach, garden/field - 桃,庭) located in district 35 of east Rukongai

Species: soul

Occupation: formerly the hunter, farmer gardener, shepherd, fisherwoman, and the primary breadwinner of her village

Later on: Shinigami (soul reaper)

Age: 556 years old

How old does the OC appear: mid to late twenties (maybe late twenties to early thirties if you account for some significant facial features)

Weight: 363.4 lbs = 164.83 kg

Height: 8’8 = 264.16 cm

Body build: she is 363.4 lbs of pure muscle accumulated by eating a bear (or 3 entier boars down to the bone) a day and shaped with everyday hard labor since she was old enough to have a grip on a tool. She is bulky and strong, able to wrestle with a grown male bear easily, carry multiple three trunks on her back, and if needed pull a tree out of the ground. She is perhaps the single largest soul living in soul society.

The shape of her face: her face is not very feminine, she has a sharp jawline and strong chin. High cheekbones and gentle brows. Her nose while proportionate has been broken twice. The skin of her face while still soft has been wiped with direct sunlight for long periods of time. Her lips are thick and plump with a downward curve that makes her seem constantly annoyed. A small horizontal scar on her right cheek from where she was attacked by an angry wild cat as an inexperienced hunter. A scar on her upper left forehead near her hairline from when she fell off a three as a child (there is a very small bald spot there due to the scar tissue) and a thick but short diagonal scar under the right corner of her lip leaving it slightly misshapen.

Eye color: light gray – almost white if looked at from afar.

Eyesight: exceptional

Skin tone: as a child, she had fine pale skin, but as the years went by and time spent on the field or the beach her skin changed, and now it’s rough, leathery, and tanned – however, some parts of her body that have never been under the direct sunlight are still moonlight pale.

Distinguishing marks: the scars on her face. Her physique. Scaring around her feet and hands due to hard labor and occasional fights.

Predominant features: the sheer size and height of this woman.

Hair color: a dark reddish-brown with a few gray streaks amidst them. The gray parts make her seem older than she is.

Hair type: wavy, wild, and unkempt. She rarely has enough time or patience to properly care for them.

Hairstyle: the majority of her hair is usually either in a high ponytail or a bun to keep out of her face with a simple old blue ribbon that’s almost ragged by this point due to extensive use. The gray streaks are kept in small braids decorated with beads, feathers, and animal teeth or bones. (insisted by her village elders as hair decoration speaks of position in her village)

Voice: surprisingly has a soft and gentle voice that seems unusual for her throat. Make no mistake she is not quiet nor meek. She has loud booming laughter that is guaranteed to shake the house and her voice can easily be heard over others in a loud crowded room. But her speech pattern is gentle, polite, soft-spoken, and calming. She speaks with a reassuring sense of confidence that will make everyone listen and heed her words.

Overall attractiveness: she is not considered conventionally beautiful nor attractive; especially by feminine standards. She is simply too large, too tall, and too muscular to be the image of the traditionally graceful innocent flower petal that women are perceived as. Instead, she is considered rather handsome. In a manly, reliable kind of way that makes a woman to be attracted to her more than men. As most men don’t like courting girls that tower over them both figuratively and literally.

Physical disabilities: due to her height and weight, her knees and ankles are prone to joint pain and are in need of getting an ointment and herbal massage every once in a while. She may be very strong but the same muscles that made her so, also take away from her speed and she usually is more of a slow and steady kind of worker than the speedy type. She also used to have a difficulty in controlling her strength and had very loud and heavy steps and as a hunter that was a disadvantage. She has long since corrected her steps and is now as quiet as a wild cat while hunting and is quite good with her hands now but she is still rather slow.

The usual fashion of dress: as a child, she would wear normal clothing but as she continued to grow at an abnormal rate her clothes began to consist of multiple Yukatas and Kimonos sewn poorly together to make one dress that is big enough for her to wear comfortable and decently.

Favorite outfit: an utilitarian Yukata that is made of multiple dark-colored and green-colored fabrics that she uses for hunting and a winter coat made of only white rabbit skin.

Jewelry or accessories: No earrings, necklaces, or rings only hair decorations made of seashells, feathers, carved bones, and teeth.

Personality: Hardworking, steel true, and blade straight, Yasu is the primary breadwinner of her small village and responsible for the care of many elders, pregnant women, and many children along with many injured and otherwise incapacitated souls. She not only hunts, fishes works on fields, collects herbs, fixe tools, and homes, and guards the village against potential harm, but also she teaches everything she was taught and learned herself to the next generation ensuring the survival of her small village. She is primarily a noncombatant as her imposing sight alone wards off any potential threats and due to her size and strength she rarely needs to exert herself and to this day she has not been physically challenged (not since the first time she wrestled a bear as a child, but then she was mostly unprepared than weaker. Ps. She cried when she accidentally killed it, stopped crying when she realized how tasty the bear is.).

Unless necessary she rather not partake in violence, as a hunter she was thought that a kill must be clear and clean sparing the pray from unneeded misery and pain. If forced, however she is not a pushover, and while still does not partake in needless violence will effectively and immediately remove the assailant from her and her associates' vicinity by picking them up and throwing them away over her head.

She grew up in a village that predominantly had many fragile and weak people and thus not only she gained mastery over her strength but also was raised with the duty of the caretaker. She may have been one of the younger children of her village at the time, but since she was the largest and strongest many of the manual labor was placed on her shoulders and so she grew to have a habit of being everyone’s mother, to care for their well-being, eating habits, if their sleeping well, fixing their clothes if it’s untidy and even bathing them. (She was strong enough to safely carry the pregnant women to the bath, wash them safely and carry them back with no problem, or help those that had injured arms or legs in bathing)

She is, as formerly mentioned, very soft-spoken and quiet and never feels the need to yell or raise her voice as her sight alone demands unwavering attention. She is well respected as the breadwinner of an entire village as is dutiful to be deserving of that respect. She rises early morning before the birds – the elders' joke that she wakes up the sun every morning ) and goes to bed later than everyone on the nights that she doesn’t stand guard all night (again the elders' joke that she either stays up to make sure all the stars are accounted for or that she keeps guard of the moon as well.)

She knows there’s a time and a place for everything, a time to be respectful, a time to be playful, and a time to be forceful. She put her duty as the caretaker above all else.

She hates it when people think she’s older than she is because of her hair and battered face.

She holds on to a very old superstition that drinking boar blood mixed with milk makes children grow to be strong, completely ignoring the parts that the superstition is about “sons” and not daughters and that she is not a “CHILD” anymore.

She may act humbly, but secretly she loves how large she is. The only time she ever hated her height is when she entered Shino Academy and all the doorframes were too short for her and her dorm room was ridiculously small for her built. And for that, she prefers to sleep on the rooftop.

She genuinely enjoys hard labor and will always offer to carry items for others and if she senses that someone is getting tired she will carry them on her shoulder With delight.

While she is a well-spoken person, if she meets someone she is annoyed with or particularly have done something to warrant her contempt towards them, she starts calling them a very specific insult she never normally uses and only reserves for those she dislikes. “Puny/tiny man” for the men and “ladybug” or “little caterpillar” for the woman. (Ex: *smiling politely* be careful little ladybug/puny man, it would be a shame if I accidentally stepped on you. – She has only ever used this insult twice to this day) and on the other hand, she particularly likes someone, she will make them flower crowns and jewelry made of bones and teeth of animals if they are girls (or they like jewelry) and make hand-carved hunting knives and fur coats for the men.

She prefers to bathe in a cold lake as oppose to use warm water or use an Onsen.

When she finally partakes in combat, she is without a doubt both an unmovable object and an unstoppable force. she prefers to detain her opponents with Kido or Hakudo and if forced break their bones with the hilt or the dull side of her sword and avoid having to cut them down. (She says: a blade is for slaying and not for playing.) if due to specific circumstances; she were to aim for her opponent's death, they will die as quickly and painlessly as possible within a day – if the numbers are high – she makes it seem as if her opponents are mere animals that she needs to put out of misery as quickly as possible and not prolong their suffering. (on one specific occasion where she was disarmed, she held her opponent in a tight hug and crushed his entire spine and rib cage, killing him. – She was miserable and depressed for days afterward, and proceeded to dig an honorable grave for the man.)

Moral: she is dutiful and puts it above all else. When she mush kills, she will make it as fast and painless as possible. And only when it’s necessary. She rarely becomes physical with anyone. she believes she’s stronger than anyone she knows and doesn’t see the need to assert herself in such away.

Self-control: fairly high. She is a very disciplined individual both physically and mentally.

Motivation: the satisfaction of achievement through hard work. By the sweat of her brow and the strength of her mountain-like back.

Discouragement: realizing her size may prevent her from perfecting an action. Or realizing she may have to resort to violence.

Intelligence level: she may not be the most intelligent, but she is wise for her age and has great life experience. Her intuition and deduction skills have saved her from many sticky situations.

Confidence level: she is not arrogant or boastful but she is without a doubt very confident and assured of her capabilities. Of her strength, skills, and intuition. As well as the leadership skills that she acquired through the years.

Mood the OC is in most often: peaceful and relaxed yet focused on the task at hand.

Sense of humor: she has heard every tall joke and buff girl joke there is and is bored of hearing them but she will use at least 1 a day. Lesbian and butch jokes annoy her. She has heard every crude joke an individual can think of. Personally, associates with dark humor. Will hopelessly laugh at shitty puns.

The greatest joy in life: once in her life she had nothing to do so she sat by the beach and laid on the sand listening to the sound of the waves and allowed the children to braid her hair with flowers and colorful ribbons, and that is the greatest feeling she ever had.

Greatest fear – why: to grow old and die in the same village she was born into without ever leaving it. While she is grateful to the people who raised her she doesn’t want her life to have begun and ended in a secluded village by the beach without ever having seen much beyond the woods and the shore.

What would throw the OC’s life in turmoil: the times where she had to kill, especially if the death was A) unintentional due to her uncontrolled strength as a youth and B) done with inappropriate weaponry that caused a slow death and prolonged suffering.

Most at ease when: surrounded by children or people that are younger than her. When surrounded by loved ones. When hearing the sound of running water that reminds her of the shore she grew up in.

Enraged when: insulted, annoyed for too long regarding petty things, teased for her graying hair or size for too long, if someone decides to attack someone smaller and weaker

Trauma: this goes back to when she was a very young child. At the tender age of seven, when she was all but a doe-eyed child, she would eat as much as 3 times a grown man – by that time she was about as tall as a teen – so it’s understandable that on a specially cold winter the village became short on rations. Instead of telling the child to eat less, the villagers lessened their rations for the children and Yasu. For that reason that winter 5 of the older and weaker villagers passed away. Yasu was not told this until she was a good 200 years old, and when she realized this is the reason why her “Yuudai sofu” (grandfather Yuudai) passed away. she was traumatized to a point of losing her appetite and starving herself for the next two years that she grieved. then she returned, vowed she would repay her family every grain of rice a thousand fold and every drop of milk ten thousand.

Prejudice: a general disdain for those who are physically capable but refuse to “cut their own wood” or “pull their weight”. She came from a village where it was an unspoken rule that the youth – and generally those who are capable – must look after those who cannot do so/ the old. and also a disdain for those who take the hard work of others for granted.

Favorite activity – hobby: when she doesn’t have anything particular to do she likes to sit down under a tree and either carve wood and bones into hunting knives or make flower crowns.

How does the OC feel about herself: she is comfortable in her own skin. Never really thinks about her appearance nor does she compare herself to others. She is content with who she is and the work she does.

One word to describe herself: reliable

One paragraph of how would she describe herself: “I think I’m reliable. I would like to think that I am. It’s my duty as the capable one to look after the others. I do enjoy working, I never seem to be able to sit down idly. Makes me fidgety. (Chuckles.) By the way, you seem tired! Need me to carry you? (Bends down) come now don’t be shy the weather is nice up here!” (Points at her shoulders making a tall joke)

Her best and worst personality trait is based on herself: “Oooooh, I’m not sure. I think my best trait is that, well, I’m reliable. And very sturdy. (Laughs.) my worst trait? I don’t know. I work too hard? Don’t take as many breaks as I should? I feel like I’m bragging.”

Her best and the worst physical trait is based on herself: “Hmmm. I never thought about that. I guess I do like that I’m tall and strong. I can take care of everyone like that. Reach the high shelves for them and pick them up when they're tired. I guess I don’t like my graying streaks? Makes people think I’m older than I actually am. “

How others perceive her: Villiger child said. ”Yama-Onna- san is the best! She picks us up and swings us around and around until we get dizzy and then she brings us fresh peaches every afternoon. She saved Aki-chan from a mean boar once. We love Yama-Onna- san sooo very much.”

Villager woman: “Aah, yes. I do know Yasu- chan. She is wonderful. A dutiful, wonderful, kind person. I remember when I was with child and couldn’t walk. She would always pick me up so gently and take me to bathe and take very good care of me. Not to mention she'd always make special rabbit soup for me to make sure I was well fed. She fixed my room when it was broken too. Such a handy girl she is. If only she were a man, I think I wouldn't mind a husband like her.” (she laughs as a man’s grumble comes from inside her home.)

The opinion of other people in general: “seeing her for the first time she may look frightening and imposing but in truth, she has the gentle heart of a bunny. Give her a chance to show you who she is rather than what she looks like. She may look like an imposing beast; but she’s about as harmless as a sweet little chipmunk. “

Does she hide her (true) opinion on other people: not particularly. Even when speaking the truth she will make sure to phrase it politely and gently.

The person she hates the most: lazy people in general – or that least lazy people who are ungrateful

Best friends: Hinamori Momo, Kotetsu Isane, Ise Nanao

Persons she avoids: Kurotsuchi Mayuri, Soi Feng

Person, she feels awkward with: Hitsugaya Toshiro (so small), Hirako Shinji (that weird smile), Soi Feng (so loud for someone so small)

The person she openly or secretly admires: Zaraki Kenpachi (he is up to my chest, very tall), Ise Nanao, Kuchiki Rukia

How she thinks others perceive her: Ushi-oni, imposing and scary (which makes her a bit sad)

One thing she would change about herself: the gray hair, maybe make herself a little shorter – just a little – enough that her head wouldn’t hit the door frames all the time.

Her main logic of the world: Chop your own wood, it will warm you twice.

You can either dream or work to achieve that dream.

You won't always be motivated, you must learn to be disciplined.

By the sweat of your brow and the strength of your back, and the blood in your veins. Anything can be achieved.

When there’s a will there’s a way.

Depressed or sad when: she does something she deems cruel. doesn’t have anything to do. Her friend is in the middle of something she can’t help them with. When away from Kenpachi for too long. Sometimes she misses her mothers, father figures and her village.

Priorities: duty first. And not just work duty. Her duty to herself. Her duty to her romantic partner/ spouse. Her duty to her friend. Her duty to nature, her duty to her conscious. Her duty to her mothers.

Life philosophy: hard work pays off. Always. Not always in the ways, we want or we think we want. But always pays off in some way.

Soft spot – is it obvious or not: she has a giant soft spot for children and people who are physically very small even by normal standards. (namely, Hinamori Momo. Hitsugaya Toshiro, Kuchiki Rukia) – it couldn’t be any more obvious – she makes them flower crowns every day without fail)

Greatest strength: other than her bulging biceps? Her great leadership skills and hard-working nature.

Vulnerability or weakness: deep down she does feel weird and vulnerable about her size, after all, she is still a girl, and about the time she was 150 or so she was deeply sensitive when a guy would call her Ushi-Oni. Just because she was taller than everyone else. Although now she knows logically she shouldn't feel bad about herself and her appearance there are still times she feels embarrassed when she knows she can’t wear a beautiful Kimono because A) they don’t have it in her size and B) she realizes it wouldn’t be good on her as it would on someone like Ise Nanao or Kuchiki Rukia

Biggest regret: accidentally killing that bear, not realizing her eating habits were putting a strain on the village sooner

Minor regret: not learning feminine skills (sewing, tea etiquette, etc.)

Biggest accomplishment: becoming a Shinigami

Other accomplishments: mastering the sword, archery, trapping, fishing, tracking, and finding her way based on stars – making a full garden of peaches from only 3 peaches she bought – building a small fishing boat (albeit a flimsy one) – raising the number of the village livestock exponentially.

Past failures: she failed many times in almost everything she started. It’s not important how many times she failed in what, what’s important is that she is now more skilled than the average souls and Shinigami.

Embarrassing moments: her first 3 weeks at Shino Academy they didn't have a uniform her size so until they make one her size she was heavily underdressed. (the pants were only to her knees and the upper half was more like a tight short-sleeved vest. She preferred to wear her usual clothes but wasn’t allowed to. The moment Captain Hitsugaya who had come to the Academy on work-related matters saw her state of indecency he threw a fit and demanded appropriate clothing for a lady. – Yasu wanted to die at that moment.)

Darkest secret: she secretly, very deep down, is annoyed that no one else is half as strong as she is. And wishes there was someone she could find that she didn’t have to hold back for.) (*wink wink* foreshadowing *wink wink*)

Skills: life skills: 1. wielding a club

2. archery

3. trapping

4. pathfinding using stars

5. fishing

6. trapping and hunting and skinning animals

7. wood carving, bone carving, and tool building in general

8. cooking

9. farming, gardening

Incompetence: 1. Sewing

2. tea brewing

3. anything to do with speed or agility

4. patience in anything other than hunting

5. strategizing in anything other than hunting

Strength – talent – powers: Shinigami based: 1. professional Zanjutsu

2. advanced levels of Kido

3. unrivaled Hakudo

4. passable Hoho

Habits: 1. she stubbornly sticks to the superstition of drinking mill mixed with boar blood is good for health and strength. (even though the superstition says it’s good for little boys to grow strong and healthy and she is neither a boy nor a child.)

2. She prefers to take cold bathes even in midwinter.

3. Sleeping outside – unless provided with a big enough room.

4. Braiding her hair and making flower crowns when she is bored or nervous.

The organization involved: Gotei 13, Squad 10. (as the third seat officer)

Income: standard seated officer Shinigami income + overtime

Job satisfaction: doing all the paperwork as fast as possible (even those that aren’t hers… LOOKING AT YOU MATSUMOTO RANGIKU)

Health: as is expected of someone her size she is very healthy seldom gets sick. Her knees and ankles need a herbal and ointment massage now and then due to the pressure of caring for her weight.

Childhood life: on a particularly warm summer evening a woman by the name of “Hatsume” comes across this small village begging for a small room so she can have her child in peace. The villagers of course all this and the woman spends the next two months peacefully waiting for her child. The villagers assumed she must have multiple sons as her belly was greatly swollen but by the time the child was born, it was revealed that “Hatsume” was right and she only had one child. One little girl.

Actually no, she had one big girl. A girl so big, that she broke her mother’s hips as she was coming out resulting in the death of her mother. Originally the midwife –“ Obba-chan Harumi” – deemed it a bad omen and wanted to drown the child but was convinced otherwise by the rest of the women. Thus the newborn was given to “Riko” another woman who had recently lost her weak child due to heatwave. She named the child “Yasu “ and accepted her as her own child and fed her until she no longer could.

Apparently “Yasu” was a very hungry child and drank her mother dry within a few months, and so she was given to another woman named “Natsuko” who also raised her as her own alongside her son named “Tadashi”. And so, until Yasu-chan was old enough to eat solid food she was cared for by the collective effort of 10 women. (Riko-san, Natsuko-san, Haruko-san, Kaede-san, Usagiko-san, Amaya- san, Yuria-san, Ikuko-san, Minako-san, Sakue-san) and as a child, she grew to eat 3 times a grown man and as an adult, she eats 9 times the average man as a moderate ratio (she can eat more)

Best memories: 1. sitting by the ocean with her 10 mothers and their other children making flower crowns and listening to the sound of waves.

2. Learning how to carve knives and sitting next to her “Yuudai-gi” and making hunting knives.

Worst memories: 1. sitting at the grave of “Yuudai-gi” now knowing why he died

2. Barring her mother “Kaede-san” after she fell ill

Alignment: bounces between lawful chaotic and chaotic lawful – sometimes lawful neutral

Short-term goal: accomplish daily duties to the best of her abilities.

Long term goal: live her life to the fullest and learn to relax and have fun without worrying

The most defining moment in her life: deciding she’s prepared the kids of her village enough and leaving them to become a Shinigami.

Type of childhood: certainly eventful, but all in all nurturing

First memory: her first and oldest childhood memory is being surrounded by many women cooing at her (her motherers) and one in particular saying something about giving her boar blood with milk.

Most important childhood memory: her first successful hunt, an old limping stag.

Childhood hero: Yuudai-gi

Education: thought by the rest of the villagers. Mostly focused on practical information – learned how to write and read when she had nothing better to do by her mothers.

Family: mothers: Riko-san, Natsuko-san, Haruko-san, Kaede-san, Usagiko-san, Amaya- san, Yuria-san, Ikuko-san, Minako-san, Sakue-san

Father figure: Yuudai-gi, Kaoru-gi, Manzo-san, Ikemoto-san, Gihei-gi, Sotaro-san

Siblings: Tadashi-kun, Ekiken-kun, Toyozo-kun, kenji-kun, Hachigoro-kun, shigeru-kun, Akeno-chan, Euki-chan ,Mizuki-chan, Mami-chan, Romi-chan, Shizue-chan, Chieko-chan, Asaji-chan, Ochiyo- chan

+the rest of the village.

Relationship with parents: she was well-loved by all of her mothers.

Relationship with siblings: there were arguments as children and there were teasings as children but the older they got the better their relationship became and with her size she became everyone's protector and the helping hand of her mothers.

Spouse – lover – the person of interest: Zaraki Kenpachi, the second Kenpachi and the 11th captain of squad 11 of Gotei 13.

Children: none

Relationship with children: very well.

Other important family members: (her father may or may not have been a member of a branch family sworn to the Kuchiki clan but Hatsume never confirmed anything and died before revealing anything about the father of the child.) later on Yasu says she has no interest of ever finding her father since she already has 6 father figures and an entire village as family.

Favorites

-color: light ocean blue

-music: the sound of waves – the sound of branches moving in the wind – the sound of owls Hooting at night.

-food: Bear, boar, shrimps

-literature: she doesn't read much. The Academy textbooks are the closest she got to literature. That being said the book of Seireite Laws is her somewhat favorite.

-form of entertainment: making flower crowns, carving knives, going to the woods to watch the wildlife as they are, watch Kenpachi fight, watch captain Hitsugaya yell at Rangiku.

-expression: 1. You won't always be motivated, you must learn to be disciplined.

2. Chop your own wood, it will warm you twice.

-most prized possession: 1. her ragged old ribbon she uses to tie her hair up.

2. Her hair decorations.

3. The old hunting knife made of bear bone that once belonged to her Yuudai-gi

-weapon: old hunting knife that belonged to Yuudai-gi,

Her Zanpakuto (it’s her first and only appropriate and professionally made weapon)

-pastime: watching Kenpachi fight as she makes flower crowns or carves knives.

Poetry describing – quote describing: “she may not have been the innocent cherry blossom, nor the alluring lotus. She may not have been the moon goddess nor the lady sun. she may not have been the enchanting vixen nor the oblivious doe. She may not have been gentle river nor the cherishing wind. She may not have been a princess nor a noble jewel.

Instead, she was unconventionally alluring. She was the reliable oak and the sturdy pine tree. She is the north star guiding travelers home and the early morning twilight, the very beginning of a gentle, warm touch waking you up. She is the dangerously alluring owl and the coyote that mates for life. She is the iron shield you carry to war and the rock you lean on. She’s the hard-working peasant girl in the rice field and The silver O-Choko cup, the only thing the beggar refuses to sell.”

Playlist:

I have a dream – Abba

“I have a dream, a song to sing

To help me cope with anything

If you see the wonder of a fairy tale

You can take the future even if you fail

I believe in angels

Something good in everything I see

I believe in angels”

My same – Adele (Yasu and Kenpachi)

“I don't know who I'd be if I didn't know you

You're so provocative

I'm so conservative

You're so adventurous

I'm so very cautious

Combined you think we wouldn't and we do”

Into you – Ariana Grande

“So, baby, come light me up, and maybe I'll let you on it

A little bit dangerous, but, baby, that's how I want it

A little less conversation and a little more "touch my body"

'Cause I'm so into you, into you, into you

Got everyone watchin' us, so, baby, let's keep it secret

A little bit scandalous, but, baby, don't let them see it

A little less conversation and a little more "touch my body"

'Cause I'm so into you, into you, into you, oh yeah”

Are you ready – the Disturbed

“That's enough already now

You don't want to take it

All your reservations have been taken away

They've been taken away

So you think you're ready now

For the revolution

Yeah, they can't control you

Once you've broken away

You've got to get them out of your mind

When they stand before you they will find

A force they aren't ready for

***

Are you ready?

They aren't ready for you to be strong

Are you ready?

They aren't ready for you to prove them wrong

Are you ready?

They aren't ready for you to be turned into someone

Who cannot be preyed upon”

The greatest thing – Cher Lloyd, lady Gaga (Yasu and Kenpachi)

”I hope, that you can see,

you are the greatest thing to me.

And when, you' feeling like you're not enough.

I'll give you wings, i'll lift you up.

I hope, that you can see,

you are the greatest, greatest thing to me.”

Out of control – lady gaga (Yasu and Kenpachi)

“I need a love that's crazy don't you see?

***

“Give it up, Put it up, Not enough, Not enough, Not enough, I need it Out of control.

Give it up just let your body Out of control”

Rival – Ruelle

“The tide is high

It's sink or swim

My only rival is within

Giants calling round the bend

My only rival is within

I won't let my demons win

My only rival is within

I will fight through thick and thin

My only rival is within”

The one thing – Shakira (Yasu and Kenpachi)

“You are the one thing that I got right

It's a fickle world, yeah, it's a fickle world

You turn the darkness into sun light

I'm a lucky girl, yeah, I'm a lucky girl

And if I mess up everything someday

I would hide my head in shame

Cause you are the one thing that I got right”

aesthetic: (disclaimer: non of the photoes and art works used in the grid bellow are mine i acuired them from pinterest. i do not take credit for any of these pieces.)

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miyosamu · 4 years

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Giyuu x Male!Hashira: getting injured

upon his return to the hashira’s base, the first thing he noticed was how several officers, he recognized them as the nurses from shinobu’s, were running around in mayhem.

from experience, he knew that this meant that one of the hashira’s was severely injured, and thus a sense of dread he tried to suppress settled into the bottom of his stomach as he thought of who it might be

the only thing that he knew for sure is that he hoped it wasn’t you.

out of all the hashiras, you’re the only one giyuu can confidently say he has a solid relationship with.

and lately, he thinks it’s been bordering on something further than friendship

before you guys were sent off on your individual missions you had told him that you wanted to take him to an upcoming festival that’s being held in the next town

he remembers your face when he had told you he’s never been to a festival. you decided to take it upon yourself to show him the joy of mini-games, food stands, and fireworks

the fact that you cared for him and went as far as trying to get him to experience things he never did really warmed his heart

after everything he’s been through, after being in this line of work for as long as he’s been, joy wasn’t something he ever thought he’d experience again

but for a split second, sometimes when he’s with you, like when he heard you were gonna take him to a festival when you got back, he thinks he’ll be able to find joy with you

you gave him hope

but right now

as he watched the nurses rushing around yelling for medications and herbs, hearing your name in the midst of it all, it numbed him to the core

-well, that was shortlived- he thought

he felt sick to his stomach and got dizzy. he had to numb all his emotions to prevent himself from panicking and reliving what he experienced from a previous loss

he grabbed one of the nurses and told them to take him to where you were, and despite knowing that he couldn’t get in until their procedure was done, he just wanted to be as close as he could

he was torn, he neither wanted to be optimistic and give himself false hope nor did he want to think about the worst outcome

so he just blanked out and sat by the door

after an hour passed though he felt increasingly restless and decided that he had to do something

he walked outside and picked up flowers in your favourite colour and hoped you weren’t allergic to them and he’d accidentally kill you

…

he was stressed ok

by the time he found a fitting vase for the flowers and returned to where you were, they were done with the procedure successfully and they informed him that you weren’t gonna die but will be bedridden for a while

which was more than he could ever hope for

the weight that had been threatening to crush him the entire time alleviated and he visibly relaxed

and when giyuu walked into your room, no one could get him to get out

like ever

he insists he will stay by your side even if you were asleep the entire time

and again, while he was sitting beside your bed he felt the need to do something again

so he got some cool water and a soft towel that he regularly soaked in said water before placing it on your forehead

did you have a fever? no.

did you need it in any way, shape, or form? no.

but giyuu did it anyway

he rationalized it to himself as well, convinced himself that it’s been getting more humid so this will help you keep cool

he’s baby

please he’s trying his best he just wants you back

you were asleep for three whole days and because he was adamant about staying by your side they just let him have a bed beside yours

he developed this habit of playing with your hands whenever he became absentminded sitting by your side

he’d talk to you too. tell you stories

he’ll tell you about how his mission went

he’ll tell you about this butterfly that for some reason kept chasing inosuke the entire day

giyuu would surprise himself with the amount he’s talked

it made him realise how it was mostly you who carried the conversations that you two had

he really missed you

and as he reminisced on those memories you had woken up and squeezed his hand that had been holding yours

giyuu would jump to his feet at the sight of your open eyes and he’d be so overcome with emotions

he was happy he was angry he was so pent up and his emotions were in a swirl he didn’t know if he should lecture you about being careful or if he should yell at you to never do that again

so the only thing he could do was hug you, mindful of your injury, and say “from now on, we’re going on missions together.”

as you slowly started gaining your energy back and as you were able to stay awake for longer periods giyuu kept getting happier and happier

your health -> improves == giyuu -> happy boi

HE’D BE !!!! SO PROUD !!!

LIKE YOU’D BE SITTING UP ON THE BED EATING YOUR LUNCH AND TALKING UP A STORM AND HE’D LOOK AT YOU LIKE THIS:

no one:

giyuu: that’s my boy look at him he has a healthy glow to his skin, he’s eating well, he looks great laughing and talking with me

he’d be at your beck and call the entire time and i say you should take advantage of that

omg he’d show you the flowers he’d picked for you and get so happy with a cute little flush to his cheeks when you tell him you love them

listen

praise him

tell him he did a good job

just do it

tell him the flowers make you happy

tell him the cool towel really helped you

tell him that you‘re happy he stayed by your side and made you feel less lonely

reassurance is sexy

and he needs a lot of it

you had apologized to him about missing the festival you promised to take him in but he brushed it off quickly, telling you that he was just happy with you being here with him

you had told him how you were excited to see him in a kimono and how unfortunate it is that you missed the opportunity because of a stupid injury

and in all honesty, you had kinda said it just offhandedly

but giyuu took it to heart so he stood up and excused himself

just to come back an hour or so later wearing a striped dark blue kimono that he just went to town to buy just for you

hE’S SO CUTE

COMPLIMENT HIM

when you complimented him, he just stood there blushing not really knowing how to respond

he approached your bed and brought a bag that he had hidden behind his back

“i bought one for you too”

giyuu,,, i would die for you

he’d help you into your own kimono and you just had a makeshift date in your room and it was on of the best dates you’ve ever had tbh

giyuu is awkward and hesitant about everything regarding this but it just makes him look adorable

by the end of the night, giyuu, surprisingly, took initiative and gave you a soft kiss on the lips

when he pulled back he asked if that was okay to do and you reassured him by kissing again

a bit harder this time

you’d feel him smile into the kiss and he’d wrap his arms around you to bring you closer

you ended up cuddling that night and giyuu had asked “does this make you my boyfriend?”

and you chuckled softly and ran your fingers through his hair and told him that yes, this means you’re his boyfriend and he is yours

giyuu was asked to go to a mission the day after and he wanted to send someone else to do it but you were like

giyuu no this is a hashira-level mission you have to be the one who does it

he begrudgingly caves and is very pouty about it

the mission took him a week in total; traveling took most of his time than the actual mission itself and he was complaining to himself the whole way to and from

he finished the mission rather quickly because he was pissed at the demon that pulled him away from you at such a crucial time

when he got back he got even CLINGIER than he was before he left

he was just following you around like a puppy with their favourite human

you’re his favourite human

if you developed scars from you injury giyuu would kiss them anytime he saw them

when you’re changing or cuddling he’d just lean in and kiss them

giyuu got too used to sleeping by your side that he now struggles when you’re not with him

your relationship just solidified so much more during this period

now everyone knows that you and giyuu are a thing because of the way he was acting

he’d PDA without really knowing he’s PDA-ing

after you completely heal he’d take you to a hot spring because those feel nice and are super good for you

plus he thinks it’d be romantic

physical therapy to regain your stamina has been brutal so the hot spring felt heavenly to your sore muscles

you stayed the night at the spring’s lodge and it was just such a private and intimate setting

giyuu loves to hold you close to his chest and wrap his arms around you cuz it’s both a protective position and also a “he’s my treasure and i cherish him a lot” position

when you start going on missions again you start doing most of them together

and giyuu loves those missions the most because you two can look after each other but you can also spend a lot of private time when you’re traveling so much

he just he cares you ok

#Kimetsu no Yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #giyuu x reader #giyuu tomioka x reader #giyuu x male reader #hashira x reader #kny #kny x reader #kny x male reader #kimetsu no yaiba x male reader #giyuu tomioka

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adelindschade · 3 years

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Karma is a female-dog

Moroha found the dance between Setsuna and Hisui hilarious. Never one for romance, she enjoyed the awkwardness that surrounded the pair. The boy was much more in love in the half-demon than she was him. Inevitable heartbreak, Moroha predicted. She also relished in the red that overcame his face whenever she pointed it out. In front of her father, his father – anyone, really! And he’d lash out with his weapon of choice – just too slow to make a contact; she was too swift.

So, karma had to repay the favor.

One errand. That’s all. A trip from one village to the other for mere supplies. Of course, her mother insisted she wear something less conspicuous. A frivolous kimono borrowed from Sango. And no teeth. Be polite – don’t say anything smart. That part was uttered by her hypocritical father – though his intentions meant well, too concerned his daughter would be harmed by people propelled by prejudice. Not that she couldn’t hold her own…

Which is why she didn’t mind picking a fight with a demon that she came across attacking a procession of men. They were no match for the gigantic beast but she came prepared with her sword, hidden well. Not even her father spied the piece as she slipped off. Nor would he have said something because better safe than sorry. Her mother would have opted for a bow. Thankfully, she gathered that, too, having tucked it away out of her father’s sight and grabbed it as she rounded the hut.

A rebel through and through. Seventeen going onto forever. She was invincible.

Her hair was done in a much more mature fashion – much to her chagrin as she had to set aside precious seconds to tie it back. Another man had fallen from his horse; another slain. She raised her bow and shot it straight – piercing armor made of bone. The beast howled and glared down at the surprisingly small woman.

“You!” It thrashed, attempting to grab her. Her reflexes were keener than its own, evading capture with a simple jump back. She wielded her preferred weapon, a sword of strength and stealth that matched her own.

It screamed as its wrist was sliced clean up. Screw her kimono – she doubted it was the first time the fabric had been spoiled with blood. Sango would know how to clean it out. She made another slice, aiming at its neck. Blood was rampant in the air but she did her best to ignore the stench.

For a demon so large, it offered little fight. She was disappointed to see it cut down so fast. She wanted something more. With a heavy sigh, she yielded her sword and secured her bow back in place.

“Not even a bounty,” she lamented as she walked pass. A corpse or two lay in her wake; nothing could be done for them. Her father would’ve pitied them but moved on. The living would attend to the carnage. She had another mission. Her mother would have a fit if she did not come by sundown with the desired herbs.

“Miss! Miss!”

She paused mid-step, glancing back with curiosity. A man of noble tier scrambled her way, traumatized by the slaughter yet having not a scratch on his body. He must’ve been important to be protected.

“Yeah?”

“Miss! I must know your name to express my deepest gratitude!”

“Uh…” she mustered. If she said her name, it could come back to bite her. Yet, what harm could it do?

“Moroha,” she decided to oblige him.

“Lady Moroha? I am indebted to you. You have demonstrated great skill and bravery in face of true terror. As a reward for saving my life from certain death, I’d be honored if you would accept my proposal of marriage.”

“What…?” she stammered.

“I am Nobleman Akio Inoue, the youngest child and only son of Chieftain-”

“Sorry, but no,” she rudely interrupted. So much for avoiding harm. She just insulted some high-and-might-nobleman. Would her father care? No. Would he hate the idea of having to deal with the aftermath of a man’s wounded pride? Of course. But he’d rather deal with that than send his daughter off to a stranger. “My father would not accept,” she attempted to ease the brunt of the blow.

“Whom is your father?” he inquired.

“Uh…”

Myoga had called him a Lord. And her mother a Lady. But she had always known them to be called nothing more than a half-demon and a priestess. Informally, Inuyasha and Kagome. She always called them Mom and Dad. Yet, her heritage may claim more rank above the nobleman’s if she took into consideration the demon hierarchy. She wouldn’t explain such to him since she scarcely understood it herself.

“None of your concern,” she eased. “Your expression of gratitude will suffice. Carry on,” she dismissed hastily. Her steps fastened and she swiftly escaped out of ear shot, though she heard him call her out plenty in her retreat.

She nearly forgot the experience altogether, grumbling to her father about the scolding she received from her mother upon returning home later than usual and bearing blood all over the borrowed clothes. He laughed, patted her hair, granted her his usual line of “could be worse” before walking off into the village where she was certain he sought to converse with Miroku over their latest job.

Or tease Hisui over his crush on Setsuna. Inuyasha found it humorous a slayer was enamored with Sesshomaru’s offspring. ‘Kid is suicidal,’ her father would tease. Setsuna wasn’t as warm to Inuyasha as she was to Moroha – distrusting of the adult half-demon more so for his connection with her estranged father than anything else.

Talks of proposals were long forgotten until one unexpected visit from a nearby nobleman had Moroha hiding behind Kaede’s hut. Her mother was alarmed.

“I’ll be off!” she squeaked but her mother kept her cornered.

“Why are you so scared of being seen?” her mother questioned with crossed arms. “Shy is not a word I’d describe you as.”

“Uh…”

“Spit it out, Moroha!”

“I SAVED HIM FROM A DEMON AND HE PROPOSED TO ME AND I SAID NO!” Moroha breathed all at once. She was wide eyed and panicked, much like her mother who exhibited the same nervous expression.

“What?!”

“I DIDN’T TELL DAD BECAUSE DAD WOULD – WELL, YOU KNOW HIM! SO, I DIDN’T SAY ANYTHING AND I THOUGHT IT WOULDN’T BE A PROBLEM BECAUSE I’D NEVER SEE HIM AGAIN BUT THAT’S NOT THE CASE!”

“Moroha, one trip by yourself and we’ve slighted a noble family! I don’t know if your father would be proud of you or furious!”

“Just hide me! I was never here!!”

“Uh, oh,” Kagome winced.

“What?” Moroha whispered.

“He’s caught the village’s attention.”

“No, no, no, no,” Moroha pleaded helplessly. She hid into her mother’s shoulder.

“I seek a fair maiden by the name of Moroha!” the man announced. “I was told she resides here!”

The demon’s ears twitched.

“Did he just…?” Setsuna asked, eyeing the stranger whose caravan arrived in their measly village.

“Fair? Is he talking about our Moroha?” Hisui chuckled. That earned a small grin from Setsuna.

“She must have hit him too hard on the head,” she replied. He laughed at her jab.

“She is cute… when she wants to be,” Shippo jabbed. “She’s a bit of a tomboy.” He spied an emerging figure from the nearby tree stepping onto the road. “Uh-oh…”

“What about her?” Inuyasha stepped forward. His voice was harsh and cautious.

“I desire to seek out her father,” he replied sternly. “I have business with him that requires immediate attention.”

“How so…” Inuyasha insisted, arms crossed and eyes set in a beady glare.

“It does not concern you, half-demon! Step aside!” the man cast with a strong arm to the left.

“It sure as hell does when it’s my daughter you’re talking about,” Inuyasha spat. His hand wavered over the sheath of his trusted sword.

“We don’t know a Moroha! He is confused!” Kagome intervened with lightning speed. She bowed incessantly. Inuyasha looked down with utter confusion.

“Priestess, you know this half-demon?”

Before Inuyasha could say anything, Kagome snuck a small glare his way. “Don’t say anything!” she hissed.

“Okay…” he grumbled.

“We know a Moroha!” Hisui spoke out. He was the recipient of icy glares from both parents and child alike. Setsuna was unmoved.

“What business do you have with her?” her cousin pitched.

“I desire to speak with her father at once!”

“He’s right here – what do you have to say? Get on with it,” Inuyasha spat, baring his teeth.

“Inuyasha…” Kagome whispered, tugging him back by his arm to no avail.

“In no way could a half-demon like you reproduce such a fine creature as she,” the nobleman sneered.

“Thanks for the compliment but get on with it before I part you head from your body, idiot,” Inuyasha snarled.

Kagome paled. Moroha shrunk in the shadows.

“Perhaps I can intermediate,” Miroku intervened. He stepped between the two. “I can attest my friend, though foul tempered, is indeed the father of the woman you inquire about.”

“I agree with Inuyasha – what business do you have with her?” Sango joined. Her hand was purposely placed on her weapon, ready to draw.

“She is my betrothed!”

“No, I’m not!” Moroha shrieked as she emerged from her hiding place. “I said no!”

“You said your father would not approve,” Akio mused.

“I said no and that he wouldn’t approve!” she raised her voice as an angry red overcame her features.

“Which I don’t!” Inuyasha joined.

“Get that through your thick skull! Move on!!” Moroha seconded.

“You are… partially demon,” Akio nodded. “That explains your strength and bravery. Nonetheless, I am indebted to you, and your heritage does not dissuade me from fulfilling my promise.”

“The hell you will! Hands off my daughter, you freak,” Inuyasha snarled, drawing his sword.

Setsuna chuckled. Hisui sputtered, doing his best to hide his amusement after a reprimanding look from his uncle, followed by his own parents who were worried by Inuyasha retaliating.

“This is one big misunderstanding,” Kagome waved off before retracting her daughter behind her.

“A priestess and a half-demon… such a peculiar union…”

“If you got something to say, pal, say it!”

“Inuyasha! Sit, boy!”

A thunderous thud followed, with her father planted on the road.

“Ow!!”

Moroha stiffened, never so happy in her life to be free of such damning beads.

“Sorry, Dad!” She squeaked.

“Why do you approve of such a match? Surely, I’d elevate her station, and bestow our children with a better quality of life,” he made the mistake of justifying. “They would exhibit a lesser degree of demonic energy as she or yourself. We could disguise that properly.”

“CHILDREN?!” Both daughter-and-father cried incredulously.

Kagome sputtered. “Excuse me, she’s seventeen!”

“He’s surely digging his own grave,” Sango sighed.

“Perhaps it’s best we let her father do the honors,” Miroku agreed. He wasn’t naïve enough to think he’d react any differently where his twins were concerned. They stepped out of the way in tandem.

“This will be a slaughter,” Setsuna theorized.

“I am not a cow to be bred!” Moroha squawked. “I’ll kill you myself!”

“No one is killing anyone!” Kagome disagreed. She breathed nervously. “I’m sorry you came all this way… but marriage is not in the future for you two,” she attempted to mediate.

“Is she already spoken for?”

“No! She’s seventeen and under my care!” Inuyasha growled with a raised fist.

“Oh, so you already prepared a match with someone of your likeness,” Akio accused with narrowed us. “I disagree – it’d be a disservice for your daughter.”

“That’s not your call to make and she isn’t marrying anyone anytime soon! Not if I have any say in it!”

“Yeah! Marriage ain’t for me, buddy!” Moroha copied.

“I wouldn’t turn it down so soon if I were you,” Hisui humored. “This could be your one and only chance.”

Moroha steered towards him with raging eyes.

“No one asked you, Hisui!”

“Butt out, you! Miroku! Manage your son!”

“Now is not the time, son,” Miroku meekly said as he approached his offspring.

“I’m inclined to agree,” Setsuna joined.

“With me…?” Hisui prompted, hopeful she was aligning herself with him.

“This one or perhaps, if he’s still enamored, the wolf boy, too,” Setsuna added.

“Enough!” Inuyasha bellowed. He nearly drew out his sword had it not been for Kagome who stepped in front of him, guarding him.

“Would you decline nobility and comfortability?” Akio asked Moroha.

“I do! I’m staying right here! Time to go! Good-bye! See you never!”

“Manners,” Kagome warned.

“Screw manners,” Inuyasha cursed.

“So be it,” Akio dejected. He pulled the reigns of the steed, prompting the horse forward. He passed by the family of three as he did.

“No offense has been taken, I assure you,” he calmly said as his eyes set upon Moroha. “I bid you good fortune, Lady Moroha, and you, too… half-demon, priestess…”

Inuyasha was tense, hands fisted, alongside his daughter who bore teeth as he passed. A real feral child – however cute she may be in her mother’s eyes. Kagome waved awkwardly.

“You missed your chance to marry rich,” Hisui teased as he joined the threesome alongside his parents.

“You handled yourself pretty well given the circumstances,” Miroku chuckled.

“Moroha…” Inuyasha warned. She felt his eyes burn into her skull. She trembled.

“Mom can explain!!” She squealed, running away.

“Not a chance! Get back here!” Inuyasha gave chase.

“I wonder what your dad would do if someone tried to ask for your hand,” Hisui joked to Setsuna.

“Kill him, no doubt,” Setsuna answered promptly.

The color on his face drained.

“Maybe we should pick our battles,” Sango warned – enjoying the terror on her boy’s face as she, too, foresaw his crush teetering on delusional.

#humor #fluff #family #inufam #moroha #hisui #setsuna #hanyo no yashahime #hny #drabble #sango #miroku #brainstorming

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oikawascheeks · 4 years

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fireworks | bakugo

PAIRING: katsuki bakugo x fem! reader

SYNOPSIS ➵ in which he shows his world beautiful fireworks.

WARNINGS: extreme fluff!

WORD COUNT: 1160

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Out of everyone on the planet Earth, [Name] [Surname] probably had the worst luck of all. The young female groaned as she smacked her head against the stalled local train's metal walls repeatedly, ignoring perplexed looks from other passengers.

Today was the Summer Festival, [Name]'s classmates, the students of 1-A, decided to make plans and have a fun night together. They were going to dress up in traditional wear, meet up at the festival , walk around, check out the food stalls, play games, and relax in the wide grass field. Later, after the sunset, there would be a firework show.

The thing that [Name] was looking forward to most about the Summer Festival was getting to watch the fireworks with her crush, Katsuki Bakugou. She had daydreamed about all the possible ways it could go, and all of them ended with her (hopefully) getting a kiss.

But that seemed out of reach at the moment.

[Name]'s car just HAD to break down today, and when she tried to take the local train, it unexpectedly stopped, saying it was going to be delayed by an hour. She bit her lip and checked her phone-it was 7:30 PM, and the sun was going to set at 7:45. All of her classmates had arrived at 7:00 and they were frantically texting her, to which she replied 'just go on without me, my car broke down.'

"Excuse me sir, how long is the walk from here to the Cherry Blossom Park?" [Name] asked a train conductor as he walked by. The man turned around and thought for a second before replying.

"It's a 30 minute walk, I think."

"Thank you sir!"

That was all the information the girl needed. She was wearing a long kimono and sandals, but she would walk until her feet bled. Just for a chance to watch fireworks with Bakugo.

　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　

"Hello? [Name]?" A certain bubbly brunette said as she took out her phone. Bakugo's ears perked up at the sound of his crush's name, but he scoffed and went back to picking the grass.

What the hell is this girl doing to me? My heart is all... Fast... And loud...

"Oh, you finally made it! Yeah, we're all under the biggest cherry blossom tree!" Ochaco explained. After the call was over, everyone settled in their blankets and watched the sky. The sun had already set, and the first firework rocketed into the sky, exploding in sparks of green. They just kept flying up into the sky after that, and [Name] still wasn't here. He felt slightly nervous at the thought of her not being present. What if she missed it?

Bakugo grunted and crossed his arms. The only reason he had agreed to come to the festival was because of [Name]. Even though he wouldn't admit it to anyone, he was head over heels with her. She was gorgeous, smart, strong, and didn't take shit from anyone. But she was also so gentle, so kind, so loving...

The frantic smacking of sandals against pavement drew Bakugo out of his trance. Just as the last and most beautiful finale firework had exploded, [Name]'s figure became visible by the blinding light the explosion reflected.

Bakugo tore his eyes away from the gorgeous, golden firework to look at [Name]. She stood with a defeated look in her eyes. Her space buns were messy and her clothes were slightly wrinkled from running, but Bakugo thought she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

The kimono she was wearing reflected the night sky-it was dark blue with a silver sash and had silver constellations on them, all stitched with accuracy and love. The girl walked closer and slumped down next to Bakugo. His heart pounded faster.

"Hey idiot, what took you so long?" He asked in a harsh voice. The girl only brought her legs up to her chest and buried her face in them.

"M-My car broke down.. Then the local trains were delayed.. So I walked... B-but it's too late." The girl sniffled.

With a pang of his heart, Bakugo realized by the girl's voice that she was almost in tears. He didn't understand why just seeing a tiny little firework show meant so much to her, but he immediately had the urge to hug her and tell her everything was okay.

As the girl tried to hold back her tears so she wouldn't embarrass herself in front of her crush, a soft source of heat warmed her forearm. She looked up with surprise to see Bakugo holding a large, calloused palm out in front of her face, just the right distance away so she wouldn't get hurt.

He controlled the sparks with a pink tinge on his face, making them look like beautiful sparks of orange, yellow, and red. And even though it wasn't the equivalent of a giant firework display, [Name] watched in awe. Bakugo looked at her with a calm expression on his face. In the soft, warm light of his quirk, her smiling face looked soft to the touch-and he really wanted to touch it-and her happy expression made him feel warm and fuzzy inside. The beautiful sparks in his hand reflected in the deep pools of (e/c) that were her eyes.

Finally, the flickering died out, and the light did too. The two were in the dark, only lit by half-working streetlights. The Cherry blossom swayed gently in the wind. Teenagers ran around and laughed, and the soft, distant sound of food fryers echoed throughout all the stalls. Class 1-A all chattered amongst themselves, but it seemed like [Name] and Bakugo were the only people in the world at the moment.

"[Name]," Bakugo started gruffly. The girl cut him off by gently cupping his soft, warm cheek and leaning in. Their lips collided together, a feeling that felt quite like fireworks in [Name]'s stomach. His lips were soft and moved in synch with hers, and surprisingly, he was gentle and not rough.

The two broke apart, and [Name], finally processing what she did, blushed a bright red and hid her face in her kimono sleeve.

"I-I'm sorry, I should h-have asked-"

Bakugo pulled her in for another kiss, this one more full of passion. She could only sit back and go with it as he showed her how much he really loved her.

"[Name]..." He started gruffly, but a sudden 'BOOM!' scared the living daylights out of the girl. She yelped and jumped slightly into the ashy blonde boy's arms, looking towards the sky.

There was one last firework. As it rocketed upwards towards the sky, it burst in an array of orange and green, displaying a message that made [Name]'s eyes tear up with joy.

❝[NAME], I FUCKING LOVE YOU OR WHATEVER. -BAKUGO KATSUKI❞

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sahbibabe · 4 years

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Hello, hope your doing well! I love your writing it's really good! Can I request a soulmate Au for Sekiro/wolf x reader, no.24 in a series format please?? 😊😅 I feel like sekiro doesn't get enough love Lol!

YES. YES. YES. Here you go~! I loved writing this. The timeline is extended more than it is in the game because it took me more than a month to beat the whole game and I doubt it takes just one day to go everywhere that Wolf did in that time.

Also, I have really strong feelings about the whole toxic 'family' relationship between Owl and Wolf. It makes me angry and pretty salty. It just came out in this.

Enjoy! ♡

"LORD KURO HAS EXPRESSED his desire to meet you." Emma sat across from you on a tatami mat, carefully pouring an herbal tea into two small cups. The glare of the sun, filtering through the open window where a nightjar stood guard, revealed dozens of sparkling gray strands in her hair, attesting to the sudden stress─and worry─that she had been confiding to you for the past couple or so weeks: that Lord Isshin grew steadily worse in condition. "He remembers you only vaguely and wishes to reacquaint himself… Should you wish, Lady [Name]."

That was your title: Lady. Not washwoman, servant, maid, cook, or soldier; it was Lady. You had been elevated to that status on account of your military prowess long before Kuro had been revealed to be the Dragon's Heritage, but you had made it a point to be there when his mother, tragically, could not. Not after the fire.

Kuro could have called you many things, if you had lingered in his life. He could have called you his aunt, his friend, or even his advisor, if he wanted. But he reminded you too much of your sister, his mother, and so you couldn't make yourself stay. It would be torture for him to see you, a twin reflection of his mother, as much as it would pain you to see him, a perfect resemblance of both father and mother. You had divested your abode─a small attachment towards the Serpent's Shrine, guarded by the sword wielding monkeys who favored your presence─of mirrors since then, unable to look at your own face.

"If that's what he wants," you replied carefully, watching the shining beacon of your soulmate's danger meter rise steadily over the kanji for 'safe', 'threat', and jump right up to 'lethal'. You had watched this phenomena happen for years now, except for a brief period after the fire, but you couldn't say who it belonged to. There were plenty soldiers who risked their lives every day, but none of them had managed to cheat death so often as yours. "I don't believe he'll be safe in Ashina, not with the Dragon's Heritage."

"You are correct." Emma set the tea pot down and offered you a cup. You took it from her one handed, preferring to warm your other hand in your lap. She took no offense, used to your daily problems with the chill. "Lord Kuro has already been taken by Lord Genichiro once. I do not doubt he would try once again. And there are others, a particular shinobi, whose motives are a mystery to me, that I don't trust."

"You speak of Owl. Not… Wolf." You hesitated to call Kuro's loyal shinobi by that name. While it was common to do so, just like the names Orangutan and Kingfisher, you had difficulty equating such loyalty to a shinobi who most definitely would reject the Iron Code if given the chance. The meter dropped down to 'safe' again, and that knot in your throat lessened just a bit. "Am I right?"

"Yes. He has been absent in all of this, and it's too suspicious for him to be so distant in the middle of such strife. With the ministry rallying, it's only a matter of time before things go from bad to worse. Which is why, if something happens to Wolf, as it did during the fire, I would like for you to be there to protect Lord Kuro."

You were still young, still in your prime. You hadn't counted in many years, but you had to guess you were thirty five at the most, your sister being thirty when she passed. You were almost close to not being a spring chicken anymore. "If that is what you wish, my friend."

Your journey to Ashina Castle was a short, but boring one. The soldiers bowed to you as you passed, putting up no sort of issue, glimpsing the family crest you wore attached to your obi. You had decided on a neutral colored yukata, designed for winter, and a thin haori to go over it and block out the cool air. Wearing a kimono would just be difficult at this point.

When you made it to the tower lookout, you were greeted─surprisingly─by Kuro himself. Emma had told you that he rarely left the archives now that Genichiro was out on the loose, run rampant by the Rejuvenating Sediment, so it was a bit of a shock considering what you had been told. You realized that he had been watching you leap across the rooftops, too lazy to take the proper way, with a nightjar at your side to keep you from falling to your death.

By his side, hand on a katana that had been named Kusabimaru, stood Wolf. You knew, almost instantly, that he was the one who had been causing your meter to skyrocket at various times of the day and fluctuate wildly. It was almost like a seventh sense, drawing you to him even though you didn't take a step in his direction. By looking at his face, the soulmate pull had been overrode by the desire to protect Kuro, and you found that admirable.

So you looked away, those dark eyes still trained on you guardedly, and faced Kuro once more. He looked more and more like his parents as he aged, so much so that it was almost painful to look at him.

He seemed to be having similar thoughts, eyebrows creased just slightly.

"Lord Kuro," you greeted him, bowing slightly at the waist. That was where you differentiated from your sister; your voices were very different. Where your sister held a stern, throaty voice, yours was very soft and quiet, but held a hard edge that had Wolf on alert. "It's nice to see you again."

��"Lady [Name]." Kuro stepped forward, Wolf in his shadow. He reached out, hesitantly, but propriety stopped him from touching you. "I…"

You smiled and kneeled down just slightly, careful not to dirty your yukata, and took his hands in yours. "It's alright. I know I look a lot like her. It's hard, isn't it?"

He didn't say a word, but you could see it in his eyes that it did. You squeezed his hands and stood back to your full height, allowing his fingers to slip from yours. He was still so tiny.

"Let us go inside. The birds have ears, here," you urged cautiously. Wolf seemed to realize what you were talking about and his eyebrows lowered suspiciously; typical.

For the next few days, you relearned how to deal with children burdened with an enormous task. Sometimes, Kuro just wanted to be normal and have a normal life, which you understood. The life of the Dragon's Heritage did not come peacefully or cheaply; it was dangerous, rife with struggle. It was why, he told you over tea while Wolf was gone, that he wanted to end it.

And you, like Emma, didn't want that to happen.

You also, somehow, figured out that Wolf knew what you were to him, too. He never said much of anything at all to you, perhaps because of your relation to Kuro, and kept his distance when he was present. You were certain that Owl had ruined him in more ways than one with the Iron Code; you saw the drawn muscles in his face, when you were too young to have a soulmate meter, the ribs underneath that threadbare yukata. You knew that Owl starved him, probably beat lessons into him, to make him a cheaper asset to deal with. That was how Owl worked.

It didn't stop you, or Kuro, from pressuring him to eat. Emma seemed to not want to cross that boundary of necessary acquaintance with him, which you were fine with. Kuro was good at coaxing him into eating, when he was even there, but all you had to do was set food in front of him and level him with an expectant stare, then turn to the window.

Words seemed to escape him, most of the time, with you─but body language seemed just fine. It was easier to read to him, you supposed, being a shinobi, because intent was laid bare unless you knew how to hide it. You did. You didn't see the point when all he wanted was to protect Kuro.

One night, while Kuro labored away over the books in the library, determined to find the source of a white flower, Wolf appeared in your quarters. He was severely wounded, the Dragon's Heritage unable to fix it quickly enough, and you darted towards him, catching him before he fell to the floor. He was worryingly light.

As you laid him on your bed and began to clean out his wounds as best you could, you had to wonder why he didn't go to Emma. The gourd he had was empty; shouldn't she have been able to refill it? You let the gourd fill up a little bit and then made him drink it, careful to let him swallow on his own time and not choke.

The flesh knitted before your eyes, as fast as lightning, but it was still fresh and raw, so you placed bandage wrappings over it. Whatever had attacked him had extremely long claws, as long as your body, and had gouged inch deep holes into his chest and back. They would scar, but he had plenty of other scars to be seen.

You situated his clothing back to the way it was, returned to the windowsill where you had been reading a scroll lent to you by Isshin, and waited.

Somehow, you had drifted off without noticing, the wooden scroll loose in your hand. You clenched it unconciously and opened your eyes, shocked to see the sun and not the moon. When you looked over, expecting to see Wolf still asleep, you were surprised to find him kneeling in front of you, head bowed, as if he had been waiting for you to wake up.

"Wolf?" You whispered, voice hoarse, sliding sideways to place your feet on the tatami mat. "How long have you been awake?"

"Not long." That could mean anything to him.

"I see. How do you feel?" You got to your feet and kneeled down, resting your hand on his shoulder. He never looked at you, though you felt the muscle in his shoulder twitch in response. "You should still be resting."

"I'll be fine. Thank you."

"Of course." You blinked, eyes wide. "I'm your soulmate, aren't I? I wouldn't just let you bleed out and die."

The telltale silence told you more than he could say.

He had expected you to let him die.

"Oh, Wolf," you sighed, urging him to his feet. He did so reluctantly, wary of your closeness but not fighting to push you away. "Owl ruined you more than I can even begin to understand."

Again, he didn't speak, but he knew it was true.

You smiled sadly at him, then reached up and pulled the ribbon keeping your hair tied in a loose bun. You grabbed his hand and pressed it into his palm, closing his fingers around it with your own.

"There." You gently removed your hands; he opened his fist to stare at it. "Any time you feel any negative emotions, just look at that ribbon and remember what I told you. You can come here anytime you need me."

He never said anything else, just left out the window he had come in through. For the first time since you had met him, he looked marginally more relaxed, more reassured, as if the idea of returning to someone who explicitly desired his presence was a comforting one.

Over the next few months, Wolf never did pop in while you were awake, but he did leave little things for you to find when you awoke, like a small amount of rice from the Divine Child, a branch of gorgeous blossoms from the Fountainhead Palace, or even Lapis Lazuli, a precious stone that you had converted into a makeshift pendant.

Kuro eventually slipped up and called you his aunt, which you delighted in. Isshin called you over for sake and old war stories, which you both recalled with excitement and solemnity. Emma brought you to visit Orangutan, who took one look at you and found himself remembering you on the battlefield; she helped you give offerings to your sister and brother-in-law's graves.

But you knew that all of it was coming to an end.

Just days before, Wolf had returned with the Gracious Gift of Tears. He had met your sad stare with one of hard resolve, and you knew that it was almost time. With the everblossom in hand, he had told you his decision secretly.

He would die so that Kuro could live. And you had no issue with that; that was his life's purpose, the only purpose that Owl had given him that had benefited him. His love for Kuro was bright, innocent, and strong, even if he was oblivious that it was love.

You had shed a few tears, of course, but you knew that above all, Kuro had wanted a normal life. There had been nothing else to discuss.

That night, before Wolf was due to fight Genichiro one last time and─Kuro would tell you afterwards, when the sun had risen, Isshin as well─he had given you all he could offer a woman, and more, because after daybreak, the last immortal would be condemned.

You had awoken to sunlight, bare and satiated, sad with the knowledge that your soulmate was no more. The meter flickered out of existence as if it had never been there to begin with.

With Isshin and Wolf departed, there was no reason for you to remain in the rotting ruin of Ashina any longer. You gave Kuro your blessing to journey the world, as he had wished, and sent him off alongside Emma.

Three months later, you would realize that Wolf had left you a gift; something most precious and valuable, something you would love until the day you died, and forever after that.

A child.

When you gave birth, Emma was there to help you. Orangutan had even departed from his temple to stand guard outside and greet the new life that had entered the world.

It was a boy, Emma revealed with a small smile, and handed him to you. He looked nothing like you. With a faint dusting of black hair and dark eyes, he was every bit just like Wolf.

And somewhere, out in the distance, you heard the Divine Dragon begin to sing.

#sekiro #sekiro: shadows die twice #sekiro x reader

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