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Airheaded S/O Headcannons #5 Kakashi (Naruto)

He had known about you since he was a child.

And at that time he absolutely hated you

How could someone so careless and utterly dimwitted be a shinobi?

You were constantly fumbling missions

You were never on time (actually getting lost on the way there)

And you could never take hints

It was a miracle you never died.

But as he grew older and everything with the 3rd Shinobi War, he sort of forgot about you.

He wouldn't run into you again until after he started teaching Team 7.

Naruto had pointed out a new squad's unusual training methods.

"Look at those weirdos! They're balancing an egg on their finger! And I thought you were weird Kakashi-Sensei. Ha! Their teacher must be insane!"

The boy wasn't wrong, it was odd, but that's more of a thought he should've kept to himself.

Especially since the squad heard him

One of them lost focus and dropped their egg.

The other gave up in favor of chewing Naruto out.

And the last kept their cool.

It was complete chaos.

"How dare you insult our sensei! I'll have you know they're one of the strongest Shinobi the Leaf has!"

"Yeah right! If they're so great why haven't I heard of them!?!"

"I haven't even told you their name yet you loudmouth!"

Kakashi was about the intervene, (trying not to cause a bigger scene) when the boy arguing with Naruto was hoisted up by a familiar figure.

"Ryuuuu~You know better than to pick a fight."

The boy lost all the fight in him and hung his head in shame.

"I know, but he was disrespecting your training."

And then Kakashi saw you in full.

That dimwitted kid he assumed would become nothing, was right in front of him.

You'd become a teacher and a Jonin.

And you still had that overly dopey look.

"Then you'll just have to prove him wrong, won't you?"

And it seems you actually matured.

He decided now would be the best time to re-indroduce himself.

He was curious to know just how the hell you got where you were.

"Y/n, long time no see."

And you gave him the blankest stare he's ever received in his life.

He felt a little self-conscious then because what if you had held a grudge for the way he treated you as a kid.

"I'm sorry??? Who are you???"

You didn't remember him??????

"Kakashi. We were acquaintances when we were kids. You were in Gai's squad right?"

Usually when people heard his name, it was immediate recognition.

But you continued to give him a blank stare for another two minutes before the dots finally connected.

"Oh...Ohhhhhh!"

Thanks goodness

"You're Gai's rival! The one he could never beat! How cool I get to meet you in the flesh!"

Kakashi was distraught because not only did you not remember him, but you only recalled him from Gai's stories.

But maybe it was a good thing you didn't remember him.

He could start fresh

And it would be nice to have someone to talk to that didn't constantly challenge him.

So he keeps finding ways to bump into you, just to take a peak inside that mind of yours

Realizes that no, you haven't outgrown your stupidity.

And it's not an act like his carefree facade

You still trip over nothing

You still have trouble deciphering secret documents

And you still can't find your way to meeting areas.

But unlike Kakashi's 'An old lady needed help' excuse, you just right out and say you got lost

And it catches him off guard everytime.

Your students adore you and after teaming up with your squad, he understands why

Whenever Naruto and Sasuke fight, he let's them sort it out themselves.

When your students fight, you make them perform such an outrageous act, that they forget what they're arguing about.

Instead of trying to one up each other over the smallest of mistakes, they actually work together because 'the faster we finish the mission, the more time we'll have to pick out a place to celebrate.'

But the one thing he still doesn't understand is how you became a Jonin.

Sure you were a great teacher, but you were still incredibly careless.

And then he finally sees your monster strength after the two of you had been ambushed on mission.

He didn't even have time to awaken his sharingan before you launched into action

There was no special jutusu's, no chakra based attacks, and no Kekkei genkai.

Just you downing enemy after enemy with Taijutsu

And he was so surprised, because you, the knuckle head idiot who even Obito could outsmart, had defeated about 30 Shinobi in less than 5 minutes

He understands clearly now how you got as far as you did

And it makes him feel a little guilty inside for the way he judged you

He seeks you out more frequently from then on, wanting to see what else you've been holding back.

But then he starts to notice the little things about you

Like how your socks are always mismatching

How when you can't read an important document, you have a student of yours read it out for you. (Those are secret for a reason dummy)

Or how whenever you see him, your eyes seem to light up a little more.

And goddamnit he's got a crush

He won't tell you for a long time

But there will be hints

He'll hold your hand in crowds because he's worried you'll wander off and get swept away

He'll request more missions with you even if it's a one man job

He'll take off his mask around you, knowing you won't make a big deal.

He'll be even later to meeting spots because he knows you got lost on the way and he wants to be the one to lead you there.

He doesn't tell you about his feelings for the longest time because he doesn't think he could take it if something happened to you.

If he let you into his life just to be taken away like everyone else.

But time and time again you prove your strength to him

And little by little his walls break down.

He's a sucker for romance as proven by his taste in books (not the Icha Icha novels 😭😭😭) so he'll try to confess using the traditional methods.

(we've got another one fellas)

Dinner dates, bringing you flowers, trying to woo you with his strength

But you never get the idea.

Not until he's ranting to Gai, the only other person closest to you, about his failures. Because at this point, he would take any help given.

He was already straining himself by being this forward, not used to being forced to confront his emotions.

"I just don't know what it's gonna take for Y/n to understand I like them."

And Gai sees you peaking over Kakashi's shoulder, with the other male not noticing you. And he gets a brilliant idea

"You like them?"

"You know what I mean."

"I don't believe I do rival. To understand one's own emotions, they must verbalize it to the world."

The copy ninja had never been so flustered.

Verbalize his feelings?

Not a chance

It was just too embarrassing.

But Gai's plan wasn't for Kakashi to take the bait. It was for you. And take the bait you did.

"I love you!" So proud and happy and everything pure.

And Kakashi jumped because he was completely unprepared for it.

He turns to face you red in the face, while you're beaming up at him.

No embarrassment.

No regret

Just you with nothing going on up top

Head empty

And he's so smitten he pulls you into a hug.

Not a kiss, his heart's not strong enough for that yet. It's something he'll need to build up on.

He's a total dork when it comes to romance so all his nicknames for you are the lovey-dovey ones

Calls you love, honey, sweetheart, baby, dear, darling

He introduces you to his ninken and they straight up prefer you over him. You always bring over treats for them and have the energy to play with them.

Kakashi doesn't get jealous, but he gets very insecure

When other women or men flirt with you, you don't realize it. But Kakashi does and he thinks you might prefer the advances of the other party more than him.

But then you're always walking away from the other person because you saw him start to sulk.

You find him and squish his cheeks going-

"Why are you sad. C'mon and smile for me my pretty boy."

And he's so 😍😍😍 because you called him pretty.

And then he's blushing real hard because you also called him yours.

It always gets him to forget about the other person and cement the idea that you chose him

He's also fiercely protective of you.

Yes you're strong and can handle yourself, but there's always a possibility you could be killed.

And that's enough of a reason for him to never let you take on a mission by yourself

If the wrong person were to use your stupidity to their advantage.......

You're never allowed to fight by yourself

Please don't go without supervision

He doesn't want to lose you 🥺🥺🥺

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ozai-the-bonsai · 2 years

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I really enjoyed your Tame the Dragon series ♥ If it's not a problem, I would like to request Daemon x best friend reader. They know each other for years and she is the only one he truly trusts and enjoys her company. She is in love with him for years, but he's never showed any romantic interest in her. But one day when ser Harwin starts flirting with her and she flirts back, he gets super jealous and possesive, and drags the confused reader into his chambers, making her scream his name so loud that the whole castle will know that she belongs to him.

A/N: I’m so sorry that it took me an eternity to finally finish this but for the last two weeks I have been super busy -uni started again, and the first weeks are always full of events so I was rarely home :3 Anyway, it got a lot longer than I expected (: Hope you enjoy it!

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x BestFriend!reader

Summary: is in the request itself (:

Word Count: 4,8k

Warnings: I'm not a native English speaker, strong language, smut, possesive Daemon

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You held your breath as the dragon turned its head towards you.

Daemon let out a soft laugh when he saw how tense you were becoming by the second. “All these years, we were the best of friends; however, I have never known you were afraid of dragons.” He spoke with a mocking tone. If you were not standing in front of Caraxes at the moment, you would turn to face him and roll your eyes at him. Instead, you showed him the middle finger while your eyes were still fixed at the dragon in front of you. “Which is quite ironic…”

You didn’t let him finish his word as you spoke. “Because my best friend is a dragon?” You were talking about him, of course. Daemon made an approving sound.

“Don’t be such a pussy, Y/N, he is not going to eat you.” He spoke, once again with a mocking tone, and held you from your left wrist.

“He can eat you, too, if he wants to, you know that, right?” You asked him, then you let out a scream when you felt Daemon dragging you closer to Caraxes. “Daemon!”

“No, he cannot.” He said as he placed your hand on the dragon’s nose. You, once again, held your breath for you were literally touching a dragon. However, once you realised that Caraxes didn’t mind you at all, you let yourself slowly relax as you tried to devour the feeling of its cold, hard scales under your palm. “See, didn’t I tell you?” From the tone of his voice, you could imagine a small smile on Daemon’s lips.

“Shut up,” you muttered as you placed your right hand on Caraxes’ scales, too. “Is he always that cold to the touch?”

Daemon nodded as he watched you getting familiar with his dragon. “Mostly, unless he is about to shoot some fire.” His words made you tense up again, you quickly pulled back your hands. You took a deep breath upon feeling Daemon’s hand on the small of your back. “Relax, Y/N, he won’t burn you alive unless I say so.”

You turned back to look at him as you raised an eyebrow. “Should I be concerned, my Prince?” Realising that how handsome he looked under the dim lighting of the Dragonpit, you held your breath.

I just wish he would have, at some point in the past, noticed it. The way I have always looked at him.

He shrugged with a careless manner. “Just try to get on my good side, then you won’t become his dinner.” When he saw the horrified expression on your face, Daemon let out a laughter. “We have known each other ever since we were little kids, and you still tend to believe everything I say.”

You rolled your eyes as you muttered under your breath. “As if your tone allows me to tell whether you’re joking…”

He ignored your last remark and held you tight from your waist, causing you to frown. At the same time, feeling his body standing too close to yours caused your heart to beat faster. You could easily feel the heat radiating off his body. “Now, let’s get to the fun part.” He said as the edge of lips turned upwards. “You’ll be going on a ride.”

Before you could find the chance to protest, Daemon lifted you up from the ground and literally threw you to the saddle. You let out a scream. “Daemon, what the fuck?!”

“Come on, I am sure you’ll enjoy it.” He told you as he climbed onto the saddle. “Just hold on tight, or I will have to explain it to your father and my brother why you fell down from the sky.”

“I am so going to kill you when this is over…” You muttered angrily and wrapped your arms around Daemon’s waist -he was sitting in front of you. He blew a kiss at you with a cocky smirk inhabiting his lips. Then, he said something in High Valyrian, which caused Caraxes to slowly stand up on its feet. When the dragon started walking, you let out another scream.

“For fuck’s sake, Y/N, we are not even flying yet.” Daemon kept on taunting you. “Get a hold of yourself.”

“Shut up or I’ll bite your ear.” You threatened him. This was something from your childhood -there had been this one time when Daemon had pissed you off so much that you had bit his ear in return. Over the years, the rather funny incident had evolved into an inside joke between you two.

Daemon laughed. “We will see who bites whom this time, Y/N. Now hold on tight.”

As you tightened your arms around his waist, Daemon said something in High Valyrian, again, which caused Caraxes to slowly flap its wings. You pressed your lips against each other not to scream this time for you didn’t want to give Daemon anything else so that he couldn’t taunt you anymore.

Then, Caraxes started to fly.

It was a wonderful feeling, being able to touch the clouds, and yet terrifying. When Caraxes stopped ascending and started flying horizontally, at a constant speed, the fear slowly left you as it gave its place to excitement. You cheered, throwing your left hand into the air.

Daemon chuckled as he raised his left hand in the air, too, then took a hold of yours to place it around his waist. You weren’t sure if it was flying or Daemon’s touch that was causing the butterflies in your stomach to go wild. “See, Y/N, I told you you’d like it.” He said. “Sometimes I feel like I know you better than you know yourself.”

At that moment, you wanted to try something daring -something you probably would not be bold enough to do if you weren’t, to some extent, drunken with adrenaline running wild through your veins.

Shifting a little bit in your place, you lifted your hips off the saddle and leaned forward. Then, you left a kiss on Daemon’s cheek, intentionally letting your lips linger there longer than they needed to. “Thank you, Daemon.” You said as you sat back your place, your arms were still tight around his waist. You could see the hints of a smile inhabiting his lips.

“Would you like to see something thrilling?” Daemon asked you, as if what he had been showing you wasn’t thrilling at all. Still, curiosity got the better of you -as it always did -so you made an approving sound. “Dracarys!”

[Time Skip]

When Daemon jumped down from the saddle, he was covered in ash and dust since he had made you literally fly into the cloud of smoke after Caraxes had thrown fire. You were pretty sure that you looked just the same -your face covered in grey dust, black ashes inhabiting your hair.

As you followed him down, leaving the saddle, you kept thinking about how magical it had actually felt. Being completely alone with him, up in the sky… It felt somehow right. You lifted your head up to cast a quick look at Daemon, only to meet his violet eyes already roaming around your pretty face. The intense look inside his eyes made you turn yours away almost immediately.

You held your breath as he took a step closer to you, looking down at you. Then, he raised his right hand in the air to push back a strand of your hair behind your ear, letting his fingertips touching your face on purpose.

You had known him for years, ever since you were a child and growing up with Daemon, you couldn’t help but find yourself enjoying his presence more and more to the point that you started to feel something for him. Over the years, your feelings had got only stronger even though he had never shown any romantic interest in you. Not that you were expecting him to since you knew very well how twisted he was, all these years you had never known him to grow feelings for anyone -your bond with him had always been the strongest, hence he trusted you the most.

It was for a fact that you were unable to get rid of your feelings for him; however, at times like this (although they were pretty seldom) little things he did were confusing you to the point of losing your sleep for a couple of nights.

He was probably simply trying to tease you for he had absolutely no idea about the way you felt about him.

“We should go get dressed,” Daemon spoke, bringing you back to reality. “Your ladyship would not miss the little gathering of the King, would you?”

You rolled your eyes at him as you walked towards the exit, Daemon following you. “Your ladyship, my ass,” you muttered. You hated to be called that way and Daemon, of course, knew about that.

Daemon snorted at your reaction. “You kiss your mother with that mouth?”

As you were about to turn right to look at him, your eyes found Ser Harwin Strong approaching you. Quickly wearing your ladylike attitude, you let your expression get softer. “Ser Harwin,” you greeted him.

“My lady,” he greeted you back, then turned to Daemon. “My prince.”

Daemon made a simple movement with his head, not even speaking to him.

Ser Harwin took your right hand and brought it to his lips. “Even the ash and the dust are unable to cloud your beauty, Lady Y/N.” He said, causing you to giggle. “Will you be joining the gathering today, my Lady?”

You nodded with a soft smile on your lips. “I hope to see you there, Ser Harwin.”

If you hadn’t been so focused on Harwin Strong, you would have certainly felt the jealousy radiating off Daemon.

[Time Skip]

The skirts of the silver dress you were wearing swayed in the soft wind as you brought the glass to your mouth, taking a big from the wine. Meanwhile, you were hoping for Ser Harwin Strong not to notice how pink your cheeks had become for he had been showering you with compliments since the beginning of the gathering.

Though, you had to admit that he was awfully attractive. And he knew how to approach a charming young woman like you.

The more he flirted with you, the more you started to daydream about how it would feel to have his strong arms around your waist, his lips brushing against yours…

You had laid with men before but none of them were nearly as handsome as Harwin, which made the simplest thought even more exciting.

But what about Daemon? You kept asking yourself time to time, even though you knew you needn’t feel guilty for there had never been anything between you two. Still, the feelings you had for him were as real as ever, which made you feel like as if you could… break something by getting close with Harwin Strong.

“You have a rather strong liking for wine, my Lady.” Harwin said as he filled your cup with red wine. The edge of your lips curled upwards while you nodded.

“Well, I grew up with the Prince and as you know, he brings all the best wine from his adventures across the Narrow Sea for he drinks only the best.” You told him.

Harwin smiled at you. “Of course, Prince Daemon has an impeccable taste,” he said and his eyes lingered on your lips for a short while before he continued to speak. “I would like to hear more of your adventures with the Prince, my Lady. On a pleasant evening, with some Dornish wine, perhaps?”

Upon feeling someone looking at you, you turned your head to the right, only to meet Daemon’s violet eyes. He was standing by the wall, hands crossed over his chest. Even from that distance, you could clearly feel the jealousy radiate off him, which left you only confused. The moment your eyes met his, he frowned and turned his look towards Harwin Strong, jealousy visible in his violet pupils.

Quickly, you turned back to Harwin with a soft smile on your lips, though you were still thinking about Daemon. “Of course, Ser Harwin, I would love to.”

You could swear Harwin’s dark eyes shone with happiness as he took a big sip from his wine. Wind made his brown curls sway ever so gently, causing him to look even more handsome than he already was.

“I am so sorry to interrupt this pleasant conversation, Ser Harwin, but I have to steal Lady Y/N for a while.”

Daemon’s voice made you slightly leap up in your place for you hadn’t seen him approaching you two. Harwin Strong gave Daemon a small nod and held your free hand, gently bringing it to his lips. Then, he walked away, joining his father and his brother.

Suddenly, Daemon took the cup away from your hands and placed it on the table next to you. Before you could ask him what the hell was happening, he held you firmly from your left wrist and literally dragged you behind him as he walked into the castle.

“Daemon, what do you think you are doing?!” You hissed between your teeth, trying to keep up with his pace as he walked steadily. “Everyone is looking at us!”

“Good,” was the only thing he said. You had never seen him like this; hence you could not tell what he was about to do or why he had suddenly started acting in such a weird way. It was impossible to ignore the anger and jealousy waves coming from him, which confused you even more.

Then, it all hit you.

He was jealous because you had been flirting with Harwin Strong all afternoon.

You tried to shake your arm free. “Daemon, let me at least walk on my own, for fuck’s sake!”

He looked at you over his shoulder, still dragging you behind him. “So that you could walk back to him?”

“This is about him, then.” You said as you forcefully freed your wrist from his hold the moment he stopped. Little did you realise that he had dragged you right in front of his chambers. “What is wrong with you?”

“I do not want to see him with you again, Y/N.” Daemon spoke with a low but demanding voice that sent shivers down your spine.

“Why do you care?” You asked with your hands crossed over your chest, a deep frown inhabiting your face. Daemon took a step towards you. As he looked down at you, you could feel his warm breath licking your forehead. “You have never shown any interest in me, Daemon, and you choose this moment to…”

He didn’t even let you finish your word as he pressed his lips against yours.

You pushed him away with a confused expression on your face. “What are you doing?” You asked, your voice was lower than a whisper for you could not find the strength to talk. Your whole body was shaking, and your breath was heavy as if you had been on a run. “Someone could see us!”

“I don’t give a single fuck,” Daemon spoke with a husky tone as he pulled you against his chest and cupped your face. “In fact, I want everyone in this castle to know that you are mine.” Your eyes were wide with shock, you didn’t know how to react to his words for all those years, you had believed that he had taken absolutely no fancy to you, that you had been the only one yearning for the other’s touches.

“Daemon,” you breathed out his name as he leant into you, his lips brushing against yours.

“You are mine, Y/N,” he whispered against your lips, his left hand caressing your cheek. “And no one else shall lay their hands on you ever again.”

When his lips captured yours, you felt as if your heart was trying to break free from your chest, beating so fast which made you wonder if Daemon could hear it as well. He didn’t give you any time to think about what he had just told you while he kissed you with such hunger as if he wanted to capture your next breath.

You found it hard to believe what was really happening.

Even though all you wanted at that moment was to let yourself get lost in the kiss and sink into Daemon’s arms, the thoughts roaming in your head were not allowing you to leave yourself completely to his touches -you wanted to know why he was acting that way, why he had got jealous in the first place and since when he was thinking about you in a different way.

Slowly, you tried to pull your head a little back to put some distance between your lips. “Daemon, I need…” The Rogue Prince didn’t let you speak as his lips captured yours once again; however, you insisted on talking as you took a little step back. “Let me speak.”

“Shh,” Daemon whispered while he pressed his index finger against your lips. With his other hand, he opened the doors to his chambers. “We have been speaking for years, Y/N.” Holding you from your hand, he pulled you inside and closed the door behind you. Your heart started to beat faster as if it was even possible when you found yourself stuck between the wooden doors and Daemon’s body. His hands were placed on the door you were leaning on either sides of your head. Every time you inhaled, your chest was brushing against his. Daemon’s violet eyes were darkened with lust as he looked down at you. “I am sick of the words.”

The closer he stood to you, the more you were losing your grip on reality.

You took a deep breath when he wrapped one of his hands around your waist, leaning into you. “I want you, Y/N,” he breathed the words against your skin and laid his lips on your neck. You pressed your lips against each other. “I want to mark every inch of your body as mine,” he sucked on the flesh, causing you to gasp. Your hands slowly found their way around his neck. “So that no other men would dare touch you again.”

Every time his lips met the sensitive skin of your neck, you could feel the control slipping away from your fingers, your judgement being clouded by desire. You have been yearning for this very moment ever since you could remember; hence, in mere seconds, all the doubts and the questions troubling you dissolved into thin air as lust took control of your body.

You were scarcely aware of your actions as you held Daemon from his chin and pulled him against your lips, which caused him to chuckle into the kiss. His lips were hungry against yours, he licked your lower lip for you to give him an entrance.

Once you parted your lips, his tongue slid into your mouth, meeting yours in midway. You pressed Daemon more against your body as you deepened the kiss, your hands working their way through the layer of clothes to leave him with his shirt.

For a brief moment, Daemon broke the kiss to send you a cocky smirk. At the same time, his right hand was slowly sliding under the long skirts of your dress. “I didn’t know that you were lusting after me, Lady Y/N.” He spoke with a playful tone and pressed his lips against yours once again.

“There are a lot of things,” you spoke in between kisses, “you don’t know, my Prince.”

You gasped as his fingers climbed up your inner thigh. “I’m intrigued,” Daemon whispered and took your lower lip between his teeth. Your breath got heavier as his fingers reached your core. The edge of Daemon’s lips curled upwards upon feeling your wetness against his fingertips. “You’re fucking wet, Y/N, and I haven’t even started touching you yet.”

His free hand cupped your breast over the fabric of your dress, you bit your lower lip as you spoke. “Just the simplest thought,” you whispered, your eyes never leaving his violet ones as you spoke, “of you burying yourself deep within me,” you gasped when you felt Daemon’s middle finger brushing against your clit, “is enough.”

You could feel the hardness inside Daemon’s trousers growing bigger as it pressed against your lower stomach.

“Tell me,” Daemon whispered against your lips as his finger began to move faster, causing you to bite your lower lip to silence your moans. “Have you ever touched yourself, imagining it was me that was touching you?”

“Yes,” you breathed out. Daemon started toying with your clit faster, again, which made you let out a silent moan this time. You could see his eyes getting darker by the second.

“Have you ever thought about me,” he asked, once more fastening the movement of his finger so that your moans became louder. Anyone passing by could easily hear you for you were leaning the door. “When you laid with other men?”

To get a better angle, Daemon made you lift your right leg with his other hand. You were trying to unbutton his shirt but it was almost impossible for you to concentrate yourself on anything. “Yes,” you spoke but it came out more like a moan. “Every fucking time.”

The feeling in your stomach was building up, your moans were becoming louder and more frequent. “Before, you always came to the thought of me,” Daemon whispered against your skin, he could tell that you were close to the edge. “This time, you will come for me.”

With the last bits of strength left in your body, you held Daemon’s arm. “But I don’t want to come just yet.” You whispered. Daemon slowed down the movement of his finger upon hearing you, a smirk inhabited his lips.

“As you wish, my Lady.”

Letting you rest your right foot on the floor, Daemon moved both of his hands to your waist and pulled you into a kiss. However, you really weren’t focusing on the kiss as your hands made their way to his trousers, pushing them down to free his erection from the cloth. Daemon let out a grunt when you wrapped your hand around his cock.

Slowly, you lowered yourself down onto your knees, your eyes didn’t leave his as you licked through his length. A deep grunt left Daemon’s throat when you took his cock in your mouth, moving your head back and forth.

“Fuck,” he growled, his left hand found its way to your hair, pushing his length deeper into your throat. Fighting your gagging reflex, you tried to go on like that -taking him deep into your throat -but eventually, you had to pull your head back. Before you could take him in your mouth once again, Daemon held you from your chin and pulled you to your feet. “Tonight, I want to fuck you, Y/N, until you come screaming my name, letting every single man in this damn castle know that you belong to me.” He said upon seeing the confused look in your eyes. “Your mouth will be the next time.”

His words made you blush but at the same time, you found yourself giggling as he led you to the bed. Once again that night, Daemon’s lips captured yours. His hands were trying to break you free from the dress, but he was too impatient.

“If you don’t get rid of that dress,” he whispered against your lips with a husky voice. “Then I’ll have to rip it in two.”

You mimicked his tone as you undressed yourself. “I have never known you were so eager to fuck me, Daemon.”

The moment your dress fell down around your ankles, leaving you totally naked, you saw the hungry look in Daemon’s eyes getting even denser.

The Rogue Prince licked his lower lip as he held you from your ass with both hands, pulling you against his bare chest -you didn’t even recall freeing him from his shirt. “Oh, my Lady Y/N, you have absolutely no idea…”

The throbbing between your legs was getting worse by the second, you needed to feel him in you -his cock was pressing against your lower stomach. “Would the Prince like me to ride him,” you whispered against his lips as you gently pushed Daemon towards his bed, making him sit. “As I rode his dragon?”

As a response, Daemon pulled you onto his lap.

Riding two dragons a day, you thought to yourself as you slowly slid onto his cock, causing both of you to inhale deeply. I deserve a fucking medal.

Daemon’s hold was firm on your ass as he made you move faster against his hips. “You are only mine, Y/N,” he hissed against your neck before biting, which would surely leave a mark. “Only I can touch you.”

“Yes,” you moaned, fastening the movement of your hips. “I am yours.”

You let out a soft cry when Daemon hit that spot in you, causing your sight to slightly blur.

“Be louder,” he told you, making you hold your body at that particular angle so that every time you let yourself down onto his hips, he would reach that spot. “I want everyone to know that I’m the one fucking you, making you scream.”

Your hands were tangled in his long, silver hair.

Daemon moved one of his hands to your breast, taking your nipple between his fingers. Soon, his mouth replaced his hand as his warm tongue flicked over your hardened nipple. You were pretty sure that everyone in the perimeter could easily hear your soft cries.

“Daemon,” you spoke his name, which came out more or less like a whine.

His lips left your nipple as he moved his hand to your neck. You could imagine that the firm way he held your ass was going to leave some marks. “Yes, Y/N,”

“I… I want you to,” you could barely form words, “fuck me harder.”

The moment those words left your lips, you felt the soft sheets of Daemon’s bed against your skin for he had put you onto your back at that instant. After sliding a little bit up on the bed, he put your legs on his shoulders and thrusted into you. Instinctually, you covered your mouth with your hand to silence your screams for he was continually hitting the sweet spot within you.

Daemon pinned your hands above your head with his left one, the other hand held you steady from your hips. “Don’t,” he spoke with a husky voice as he thrusted deeper, “I want you to scream my name.”

When Daemon’s hand pinning yours over your head moved between your bodies, you were already dangerously close to your orgasm but the aggressive movement of his fingers against your clit sent you over the edge in mere seconds.

You held onto his shoulders, your nails sinking into his skin. “Daemon,” you cried out, “I’m… fuck. Oh fuck!”

“Yes, Y/N,” he grunted as he looked down at you, his silver hair dangling, sweat building up on his forehead. “Come for me.”

Your sight went blurry as the huge wave of pleasure hit you, having you scream Daemon’s name as your legs began to shake. Daemon held your body steady as he continued to thrust deep into you while you rode your orgasm.

You weren’t really sure if it was the way you had been crying out his name or the way your walls had clenched around his cock that sent him over the edge but not long after you, Daemon came as well. Burying his head to the crook of your neck, he kept grunting your name against your skin as his warm seed filled you.

Slowly, Daemon pulled out and rolled onto his back, his chest was still rising up and falling down faster than usual. Turning left, you laid on your side to look at him as he steadied his breathing. Of course, it didn’t take him long to realise your questioning looks lingering on his pretty face. He raised an eyebrow at you.

“So,” you murmured as you began to draw circles on his bare chest with your right index finger. “What now?”

“Now,” Daemon spoke with a low voice, running his right hand along your thighs, “everybody knows that you belong to me. And I will keep reminding them that you are only mine to touch.” The edge of his lips curled upwards. “Every. Fucking. Night.”

#daemon x reader #daemon x reader smut #daemon targaryen x reader #daemon targaryen #daemon targaryen smut #house of the dragon #house of the dragon fic #hotd #hotd fic #daemon x rhaenyra #matt smith #game of thrones #smut

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not-your-fucking-kacchan · 2 years

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can u a bakugo fic where the reader has siren powers like a sonic scream I hc him as partly deaf and she screams and it makes him go fully deaf and there already dating right and he's having a panic attack abt but she knows asl so she comforts him and feels so bad

i'll do my very best :)

Masterlist <3

Bakugou x Fem!Reader - Siren

He had never told you.

The air in the training area is thick with tension as you look at what you've done, absolutely destroyed with guilt and heartache at the pain you've put your boyfriend through.

It had all started when you and Katsuki, your boyfriend, had been paired up to train together. Fair enough, just another normal day at UA. That is until you get a little frustrated at your lack of skill in comparison to the bull-headed blonde. He was just destroying everything, bits of rubble flying in every direction as he aims another blast at you, almost setting it off before you swiftly kick his arm out with what seems like the strength of ten men.

With another kick to the chest he's flying backwards, and you square your stance like a wild animal, opening your mouth and unleashing the most piercing, wailing, high-pitched frequency that travels so far and fast that the soundwaves are almost visible in the air.

And it's all thanks your quirk.

The 'Siren' quirk is supposed to make you a wolf in sheeps clothing, attracting prey with a pretty face and irresistible charm, and ensnaring them with a banshee shriek and legs strong enough to make a brick wall crumble in a single kick.

There are a few drawbacks, however. Everyone is vulnerable to your quirk except for women. They dont answet to your cry or your charm.

Another drawback being the, albeit temporary, damage done to yours and others' ears. This is where you start to get a little careless.

You didn't know, okay? Katsuki had never told you about his sensitive hearing for some reason, and as you recover from the ringing in your ears you spot your boyfriend sitting on the floor a few feet away, his head in his hands as he presumably covers his ears. Everyone's staring now, and Aizawa Sensei is quick to get recovery girl to undo the damage that's been done.

While the teachers work to quickly and efficiently help your boyfriend you can't help but to stand there, frozen in shock and desperately hoping that maybe you'll just open your eyes and wake up from this nightmare.

But you don't, and when you realise that this is real, and that somehow you must've really hurt Katsuki, you quickly make your way to him on shaking, unsteady legs, holding back your own tears while you focus on what's more important. Your boyfriend, whom you've just deafened with your stupid quirk.

"Katsuki! Katsuki-... Oh my god, are you okay?! Can you hear me?"

The realisation dawns on you that he can't hear you at all, and is only alerted of your presence by the gentle hand you set on his back. He's seconds away from slapping your hand off of him, when he realises it's you and calms down a little.

You've never seen him looking this frightened before. His bright red eyes stare up into your like a kicked puppy, his body shaking as he whimpers and looks around frantically, his eyes gone glossy with tears that he refuses to shed.

You collect your thoughts as you try to catch a confused and disoriented Katsuki's attention, signing to him once his eyes are on you. He was the one who taught you sign, and maybe you should've realised sooner what he was trying to tell you by doing that...

'I hurt your ears, i'm so sorry. But Recovery Girl is on the way. You'll be fine.'

Your hope that the ASL would've made him feel better only shattered along with your heart as he clings to your shirt with one hand and lays the other on the ground to steady himself while he hyperventilates loudly.

Katsuki is having a panic attack. And it's all because you fucked up. You just wish you could go back in time and fix things.

You need to stop getting distracted. You rub Katsuki's back and comfort him as best as you can, shooing away your curious and worried classmates and letting Katsuki bury his head into your lap and cry in privacy. He's so strong... and you're falling apart.

After a feew minutes of Katsuki's panickin, the school nurse comes quickly to his aid, giving him a quick peck on the cheek and saying that he'll need to come to her office when he's well rested to do a hearing test. The blonde doesn't catch this, as he's fallen asleep in your lap, but you make sure to plan a visit after you help Katsuki back to his room. taking it upon yourself to fix your mistake and pay the price for your carelessness.

#mha x reader #bnha x reader #bnha fanfiction #mha #bnha #bnha fluff #bnha headcanons #mha fluff #bnha angst #bnha imagines #mha angst #bakugou x fem!reader #bakugou x reader fluff #bakugou x reader angst #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader

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emyluwinter · 2 years

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As far as I understand, there is a lot associated with knitting or "weaving threads" in the Thorn Valley.

Sorry, the information is slightly different in different translations. I can't be exact.

What do you think if there is something similar to the traditions of the fabric?

For example, one of the families or kind has a certain pattern that only they can wear. Cage, polka dots, stripes and so on. The use of various techniques for knitting and making high-quality fabrics. Which are passed down from generation to generation, with diagrams and occasionally improved tools.

Maybe there are some family tapestries or canvases that work something like a family tree.

It would be so exciting.

Are there traditions related to the fact that if a fairy /human or any other resident of Thorn Valley knits or spins any thing for his partner / lover, then this is considered the highest indicator of love and sincerity?

The better and more expensive the material, the more "luxurious" the gift will be, as well as the fact that a lot of effort and time have been invested in it, which will be very valuable.

I remember when I was little, I often visited my grandmother (mother on my mother's side) in the village. And they still have an old wooden spinning wheel.

Here is such as in the picture.

As you can see, it is slightly different from the design that was shown in "Sleeping Beauty"

And I couldn't figure out how it works!And I was a very curious child, take my word for it. Previously, it was used to make wool from sheep wool - wool thread, which was later used for woolen shawls. Very prickly by the way! I never liked them, even though they were very warm. And they also tickled the skin a lot if you were careless and the woolen handkerchief came into contact with bare skin.

From my father's side (his family is also from the village), I know that my grandmother made a beautiful large carpet that hung in our entire wall for a very long time.and she made it by HAND. The carpet was very large and heavy. Oh, I remember how I hated to wash the floors and roll this thing into a roll to remove all the dirt and dust under the carpet. When I was with my grandmother on my mother's side.

ahaha…excuse me…I'm getting carried away.

In any case..

I AM VERY INTERESTED IN THIS SIDE OF TOBOSO-SENSEI. Please give me at least a little information about this.

The idea is that Malleus probably knows about the old traditions associated with yarn, knitting and weaving. Because his staff is a spindle for yarn threads.

Honestly, my dear, I don't understand how you carry this bulky structure every time…????????

It would be very interesting to hear about it. Maybe Sebek would tell you that each of the types of fairies has certain preferences in threads.

Northern or nocturnal,ones pay more attention to warmer and stronger threads, with dark colors to meet the cover of the night. With sharper patterns and often not the most pleasant to the touch.

Southern or "fairies of light" would prefer lighter threads, with bright colors or perhaps even some kind of inserts in the form of beads or feathers. Why not.

Comfort versus practicality, bright colors versus muted. Surely there are even some legends or stories related to this.

Don't mind San just wants to talk about it a bit.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #I really want to know about their traditions and culture #because it really resonates with what I tried to learn manually as a child #san talk

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panharmonium · 3 years

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this is legitimately one of my top five favorite kakashi scenes.

i love seeing kakashi break the rules in the name of doing the right thing, and this scene especially is particularly satisfying to me, because his moment of defiance here is, to my mind, long overdue.

one of my eternal frustrations in early naruto is how the leaf village administration gives kakashi the job of caring for a group of super high-needs children and then continually makes that job as difficult for him as possible. they task him with being solely responsible for the development and well-being of three twelve year-olds - a group that includes naruto (a walking disaster with a god’s power trapped inside his body) and sasuke (a genocide survivor fixated on killing his own brother), BOTH of whom are being hunted by different groups of supercriminals - and then the village keeps getting in kakashi’s way or dropping the ball or actively ordering him to prioritize other things.

so much of what goes wrong with the kids in this period is the result of other people interfering with kakashi’s work or being negligent or endangering the kids/putting kakashi in impossible positions. team 7’s first big mission sets the tone for everything that comes after, with someone else’s lie putting kakashi in a situation where he has to single-handedly protect not just the client who deceived him, but the three children who were supposed to be the clients’ other protectors. and after that, the list just multiplies:

ten anbu operatives can’t manage to protect sasuke’s hospital room from orochimaru’s minions, so kakashi has to do it himself and then whisk sasuke out of the village for a month, leaving naruto in the hands of a substitute and sakura with her parents

genma orders sasuke to chase after gaara when the chunin exams blow up, saying “you’re at chunin level already,” which forces kakashi to immediately dispatch more kids to bring him back, because “ffs NO i do NOT want him out there doing that why the fuck would you tell him to do that?!”

aoba runs his mouth off about itachi when sasuke is standing RIGHT THERE, instantly undoing all the work kakashi just did to prevent itachi and sasuke from coming anywhere near each other (and thus sending sasuke to that disastrous first encounter, the outcome of which ultimately leads to sasuke’s defection)

jiraiya decides he should let sasuke try to fight itachi himself, “out of respect for the boy’s feelings,” leading to sasuke ending up in a tsukuyomi coma

tsunade orders kakashi to drop his teaching work and leave the village on a mission even though a) he’s just gotten out of his own torture-induced coma and b) sasuke is having a crisis that kakashi is trying to manage

and then when kakashi gets back from that mission and finds out that surprise, all of this meddling has led to a disaster, tsunade tries to order him away AGAIN

but this time - he just says no.

he walks right out of her office. he turns his back on her. and there is NOTHING i love more than seeing kakashi embody the philosophy that he’s chosen to adopt as his guiding light: those who break the rules are scum. but those who abandon their friends are worse than scum.

it’s not that he doesn’t understand where tsunade is coming from here. but he knows she’s wrong. she’s making her decisions based solely on concerns about the Leaf Village being in a tight spot - feeling like they can’t turn down missions because they’ll appear weak and thus become vulnerable to attack when they’re already operating at half strength. she sends a group of twelve year-olds to bring sasuke back because supposedly the village can’t spare anyone else, “even if it means letting the sharingan fall into orochimaru’s hands” - but like. it’s not the sharingan. it’s a child. sasuke isn’t just a repository for his hereditary jutsu; he’s not a pair of eyes to be passed around from one wielder to the next. he’s a human child.

tsunade doesn’t know sasuke. she’s new to the situation and doesn’t know enough about it to understand how serious it is. i don’t even think she was still in the village when the uchiha massacre occurred; the timeline makes it sound like she left long before that. she doesn’t really understand who sasuke is or how much trouble he’s in - she makes her decision because she feels like her first priority has to be the well-being of the Leaf as a whole, not the individual people who comprise it. kakashi, though, who a) lives his life by a very different philosophy and b) does understand sasuke’s situation, would not have dealt with the issue like this, and if the village had let him do his job from the beginning, things wouldn’t have gotten to this point in the first place.

kakashi is horrified that tsunade sent a bunch of twelve year-olds out to fight orochimaru’s ninja, and i think he’s also probably angry and/or frustrated about having been ordered out of the village in the first place. he was dealing with the situation before tsunade sent him away. he interrupted the fight between sasuke and naruto even though he himself had literally just gotten out of the hospital, and then he continued addressing the issue with sasuke privately (unlike jiraiya’s non-attempt to address it with naruto, when he said he was going to give naruto a talking-to but actually flaked out). kakashi knew sasuke was struggling, and he was doing all the things a teacher is supposed to do to address it, but then he was ordered away, and even though it was just for two days, it was enough time for everything to go to hell.

if people would just let him do his job - if the administration would let him focus on the task they themselves assigned to him - things would be different. but everybody wants him to do everything. they want him to be everywhere. they want him to protect the nine-tails jinchuriki (who is also kakashi’s dead teacher’s son), and train the last surviving uchiha (which is a task only kakashi and his sharingan can perform), and give equal attention to a third kid, for good measure, and they want him to do it without stepping away from any of his other burdens, all while other people around him constantly frustrate the progress he makes.

so this time, when tsunade tries to send him away, he refuses. he disobeys her orders and walks out of the room. he doesn’t care about the rules or what he’s “legally” obligated to do. he knows what the RIGHT thing to do is, and so he rejects his new mission in favor of rescuing the kids.

i love these moments. i love when we’re shown so clearly the person kakashi has chosen to be - someone who does what’s right, not just what he’s told. he made an active choice many years ago to adopt that philosophy, and he’s been living by those new rules ever since. he's wiser now than he was when he was a child - sometimes you have to break ranks to do the right thing. sometimes you have to buck the system, even if it means you might face severe personal consequences.

he had one of two choices: either save the mission or his comrades. of course, according to the law of the village, you cannot abandon a mission. but to save the life of his comrades, he put the mission on hold.

kakashi may have spent a good chunk of his childhood trying to reject everything the subject of that story stood for, but none of his attempts to harden his heart ever stuck. he is, in the end, his father’s son.

#naruto #pan watches naruto #meta #i got lost on the path of life #*#anyway i just LOVE seeing kakashi break the rules #gives me so much satisfaction #he's worked so hard to become who he is today #and he's grown so much #on the other hand...#i HATE seeing kakashi take all of his frustration with how the village has mishandled things #and immediately turn it around upon himself #'i was too naive'#'i'm too late'#'it was my cowardice that drove the three of you apart'#'i'm sorry you have such a careless sensei'#none of that is even REMOTELY true #literally the last thing kakashi ever was with these kids was 'careless' or 'cowardly'#the deck was stacked against him from the beginning and he still did EVERYTHING he could #but he blames himself for all the things that went wrong #even when they were completely out of his control #and that's why i maintain that the last hurdle kakashi is going to surmount in this story is guilt #that's the natural progression of his character arc #the one thing he has never been able to do -#despite all his other achievements and hard-won personal growth -#is let go of his guilt and shame #that's why his character design looks the way it looks #the way he wears that headband isn't a fashion choice. it's a symbolic representation of how he hasn't cleared this obstacle yet #he has never released himself from blame or forgiven himself for anything #maybe someday...but i guess i'll just have to wait and see

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kittyymew · 3 years

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"I can hold the whole world in my hands"- Part 1

Summary- Just a fluff with multiple JJK characters where Y/N says, "I can hold the whole world in my hands" and then proceeds to grab their faces :)

Note- All characters are OOC for this fluff.

This chapter isn't proof read either, so there will be grammatical or spelling errors!

Enjoy.

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Nanami Kento-

You and Nanami would be on your bed, he'd be sitting with his back against the headboard, reading some newspaper/ latest magazine edition while you'd be laying on the bed with your head on his lap, scrolling through your social media.

"Can you believe this?!" He says catching your attention.

"Hm?" You glance away from your phone to look up at him.

"There's this article for career advice, and I cannot decide if it's a joke or what. Saying that corporate job is ideal for young people?! Tsk..."

He huffs in annoyance, folding the newspaper and tossing it on the bedside table.

"And hear me, their tag line? "The whole world is in your hands"! BS!" Nanami continues.

You giggle at how worked up he got by the article. I mean, rightfully so. You sit up facing him, taking this opportunity to tease this man.

"Awe... does it bring back some fine memories?" you say as you try your best to not laugh.

Nanami just glares at you as you burst into fits of giggles. He just "tsks" you and pulls you back on his lap, this time having you straddle him.

"But, in all honesty, I don't see anything wrong with the tagline. On the contrary, it's almost inspiring" you say wrapping your hands around his neck.

"It's unrealistic" Nanami states.

"What? No, it is not"

"Yes it is"

"Uh, no. Even I can hold the whole world in my hands," you say with a small, fake, cute pout.

It was Nanami's turn to laugh. More like, smile. That's equivalent to him laughing.

"Sureee...." he says nonchalantly.

"What? Don't believe me?"

Before he could reply, your cup his face in your tiny hands and grin triumphantly.

It takes a while for him to process the meaning behind your action, his face turning red as he blushes at the realisation.

"Tsk Y/N!" He groans, pushing your hands away and pushing you back on the bed, pinning your hands over your head.

You cannot stop laughing at his reaction.

"It's my job to make you blush. Not the other way round!"

Satoru Gojo-

You, Gojo *ahem* man-child *ahem*, Yuugi, and Nobara were huddled up in Megumi's room, a few days after a tough mission. Megumi was injured and was on a strict order of bed rest for at least a week. Luckily, you and Nobara suffered from just a few superficial injuries. Nothing serious. Yuugi recovered within a day, thanks to Sukuna. Even Gojo was hurt during this mission.

It was an eye-opener for you that, even the strongest isn't invincible out there.

You were done scolding Nobara, Megumi, and Gojo (in private tho. After all, he had a reputation to keep in front of the three youngsters). It was the pink-haired boy's turn. Thanks to Megumi, you just got the whole truth of what had actually happened with Yuugi. Nobara and Gojo were in the corner giggling as you continued to scold poor Itadori for being so careless.

"I'm sorry Y/N sensei!" he says for the millionth time.

"Sorry isn't going to cut it!" You scold him.

Yuugi glances over at Gojo over his shoulder and mouths, "help".

You watched Itadori and turn your gaze to Gojo, glaring at him as if you're challenging him to interrupt. Satoru was about to open his mouth to say something, but that one glare shut him up.

This didn't go unnoticed by the three young sorcerers and Megumi couldn't help but let out a laugh, which he quickly covered up with a cough.

"Don't tell me you're scared of Y/N sensei too!" Nobara opens her mouth, laughing uncontrollably.

"NANI? NO!" Satoru almost yells, which was deafened by the laughs of the young trio.

You sigh at how childish everyone in the room is, and patiently wait for them to stop laughing.

Once the laughter dies down, Yuugi seems to suddenly remember what position he was in and slowly turns back to look up at your angry face.

"I'm NOT scared of Y/N-chan" Gojo speaks up as soon as the laughter dies down, trying to salvage his reputation of being the strongest in front of the three kids.

"It's okay Gojo sensei. Everyone is scared of Y/N sensei" Itadori says.

Before you could scold him again, a mouth appears on his cheek and Sukuna's voice rings through the room.

"Woman, you ARE scary. Take it from the king of curses himself"

The entire room falls silent, but Gojo being Gojo, and your boyfriend of over a year, speaks up.

"Sure, but I am the strongest, Y/N-chan doesn't scare me!" He says with a smug smile, leaning back on his chair and man-spreading as usual.

This man. You walk over to him calmly.

"Okay, but can you hold the whole world in your hands?"

"Nani?"

"You're not the strongest if you can't do that Saturo. You too got hurt, which means, you're not invincible. So, don't be so cocky."

Gojo sits up straighter, hurt that you, his girlfriend, really said that he's not the strongest AND in front of HIS STUDENTS!

"But neither can you Y/N-chan!" he speaks up after a moment, his tone laced with a degree of whining, which only you could catch onto.

You grin as a reply immediately pops up in your brain.

"Actually, I can hold the world in my hands..."

You hear a unified "huh" from everyone in the room. You lean forward and grab Gojo's face in your hands.

Poor guy is lost, to say the least. Nobara is the first one to catch on and she "awes", followed by Megumi and Sukuna who audibly gag.

"This is why I don't come out around humans," Sukuna says before 'vanishing'.

Itadori is lost as usual. Like sensei, like student.

Realisation hits Gojo and his expressions go from confused, to embarrassed to blushing profusely for a split second and finally, his usual smug grin.

"Awe Y/N-chan! You're gonna make blush now!" He says in an exaggerated tone, followed by a giggle as he covers his face in an over elaborated and mocking manner, which earns him a smack from you.

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Apologies, I was going to write for Ryomen Sukuna in this part too but I hit a road block and I was being a lazy ass.

Also, sorry if this was underwhelming!

Thank you so much for reading! I'll be back with part 2 soon :)

Until then!

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downwiththemutantnjnjaturtles · 3 years

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We Met Within This Screen [chapt. 7]

[Donnie x reader]

chapter 6 here

"Nothing gets past me, especially not you and your nervous habits, Donatello," Splinter's voice bounced around Donnie's head.

The brothers all looked at each other incredulously, Donnie's anxiousness replaced by complete bafflement. Everyone was wondering the same thing: How did he know?

"You wonder how I knew," Splinter said pointedly, "as if you four are any good at keeping a secret."

They waited for him to go on, but instead there was another uncomfortable pause, Splinter assumedly expecting them to say something. It was Mikey who finally broke the silence. "Are you gonna, like...tell us what we did wrong? How you knew? So next you can't—"

Splinter scoffed and brought his staff down on the youngest's foot. Mikey yelped, bouncing away on one leg. "Teach you how to lie? I have taught you many skills, but one that will always elude you is how to keep something from me. Parents have a sixth sense, you know." He turned to Donnie, regarding the rest of them with a dismissive wave of his hand, "You three, to your rooms. Come to the dojo with me, Donatello."

The three were quick to scatter, Mikey whining into Raph's ear about being sent to their rooms so early, and Raph huffing that he'd been dragged in too.

Swallowing, Donnie followed behind him a few paces, not sure what to expect but nervous all the same. He was lead in and instructed to sit down on the floor, Splinter settling down in front of him. Donnie's fingers brushed along the ridges of the knuckles of his other hand again and again as he tried to find something to occupy them with.

Resting his palms in his hands, Splinter began to talk, voice less harsh than Donnie had anticipated. "I know that we lead a very isolated life, my son. But you must keep your priorities in perspective. You four need each other, and betraying one another's trust does not help that case."

"I'm sorry, Master Splinter," Donnie apologized and hung his head.

"Perhaps you should apologize to your brothers, just as they should to you."

I did put them on the spot, especially Leo, thought Donnie, considering now that he had put him and Raph in a weird position. They had to choose between ratting on him to Splinter and keeping it under wraps for the sake of not stirring up the pot needlessly. As much as Leo was a stickler for the rules, he didn't want to create dissension between him and Donnie. So, they chose the latter option, and now all four were in trouble with their father.

"Okay. I guess...but, Master Splinter, how did you know?"

"About your secret antics?"

Donnie let out a humorless chortle, feeling a twinge of embarrassment that he had actually thought at some point, he was getting away with anything. "Yeah, it...it wasn't very much of a secret."

Stroking his chin, Splinter plainly said, "It was only a suspicion, until you confirmed it."

That night a few weeks ago when Splinter came to him in his lab. The way he squeaked when he was confronted just prior to them going to talk alone. Why didn't I think of that? It was a classic trick, one their father had deployed quite a few times on them. He'd been baited into giving himself away. None of them could tell when he was bluffing or if he actually knew. Save for Leo, who managed only twice in their time to make heads or tails of it.

"I really walked right into that one," Donnie whimpered under his breath, palms pressing down on his knees.

"You did. But," his tone turned more serious, looking him dead in the eye, "you must fix your mistakes, son."

"How?" asked Donnie softly, searching for his father's guidance, but it would find no purchase. He was hard pressed to find a solution immediately.

Splinter shut his eyes and thought. It was a tricky situation, indeed. He gathered that if anything, this was an excellent lesson for Donnie, as well as the others. Under his own supervision, of course; there wasn't room for any more blundering.

Standing up, he placed his staff under his hand. "I trust that you will find a way. You have a brilliant mind, Donatello. Use it well," he told him, and went to leave the training room.

Donnie was still sat on the floor contemplating Splinter's words, honored yet uneasy at the same time that he was being entrusted to fix things. How, he didn't know. Truly. He was at war with himself trying to balance his logic with his emotions, trying to make the two meet gracefully, but it felt impossible. Whichever road he chose, it was a betrayal to the other. One left behind while the other took the wheel. And thoughtlessly, he blurted out, "What if your heart is telling you something completely different, Sensei? What if everything feels contradictory, and—and like there's no right answer, even though you do have this mind, you just can't seem to…"

Donnie's voice tapered. Slightly surprised, Splinter stopped in his tracks, brows high as he looked back at him, who was so clearly riddled with a deeper kind of conflict. Critically discouraged, but still the sliver of will in those eyes of his. His heart went out to him.

Splinter had known that Donnie was interacting with a human. What he hadn't known was that he was in love with the human.

There was a moment of understanding, and Splinter realized that Donnie could not do this on his own. It reminded him of the times the turtles had all been children, the way Donnie looked to him for wisdom as he grappled with himself. Sighing, Splinter sat back down, this time close to him. Donnie was despondent, reverting to staring at the edge of the mat he sat on. "I know your struggles, my son. It seems like there's a sacrifice no matter what you choose, does it not?"

"I don't want to let you guys down. But, I...you know, I'm sorry, Master Splinter, but you don't understand."

He didn't want to say bluntly that he wanted to think of himself and his needs, unlike usual. He knew Splinter would probably not approve of that. None of them had much of a chance to make a selfish decision, aside from everyday things such tucking into the pizza before it even made it back to the Lair. So far, the number of times he could recall making a consequential choice for the sole purpose of indulging himself, was an astounding zero.

"What makes you think I would not understand?" questioned Splinter, and Donnie regretted that he'd said it. He didn't miss how Donnie looked to be becoming mildly sour (among other things), though not at him specifically.

It was then Donnie clammed up, shut down the conversation, he was not going to say it. "It" being what he assumed Splinter wasn't privy to, that he had undoubtedly fallen hard for his friend. But knowing his father, he could totally have had a clue. Splinter didn't always need the details to make an assessment when it came to his sons, whom he knew all too well.

Letting out a crestfallen huff, Donnie rested his chin on his knee, arm obstructing the better half of his face. "It doesn't matter," he mumbled.

Splinter stayed quiet. He didn't want to drive Donnie off—not when he was in such a turmoil. The atmosphere changed to a cold one. Donnie didn't acknowledge him until he put his hand on his forearm, giving it a gentle squeeze and saying, "I will tell you again: I trust that you will figure it out."

What if I make the wrong decision?

"For all of our sakes, I hope you're right, Sensei," Donnie responded. Splinter smiled and got up, prepared to leave the matter at that until any further updates. Until the phone in Donnie's back pocket began to vibrate out of the blue. He wanted to answer, but what, at that point? What should he say?

A minute went by of more persistent vibrating, and Splinter's ear twitched, certain he knew who it was. He was disappointed with the carelessness that had brought them to that moment, but what was done was done. None knew if the girl had any suspicions. "Are you going to answer it?" he asked, sort of prompting him to pick the phone up.

"May I?" Donnie thought he might have sounded a little eager.

Splinter let out a calm hum and motioned for him to do it. Donnie lifted his finger to press accept, but Splinter interrupted firmly, "Speaker, Donatello."

Eyes flitting to Splinter, he accepted the call and reluctantly turned on the speaker.

"Bo, what was all of that earlier, dude? You had me worried sick!" spoke [y/n], more concerned than angry (which Donnie was somewhat relieved about), but he sunk down sheepishly upon seeing the look on his father's face. He gave Donnie a questionable glance at the word "Bo", as he wasn't aware of the details. Donnie wasn't about to correct her right now.

"I–...hey, [y/n]," he said, forcing himself to turn to the side so he wouldn't have to look at Splinter. The eyes on him made him feel put off to the point he couldn't focus on her voice, but the fact that Splinter was right there, listening in, and both were fixing to find out just what kind of mess they had on their hands. "Believe me when I tell you, you don't want to get caught up in this," he told her, "I can't—"

"Listen," she started, exasperated, "I've heard it before. 'I can't tell you this', and 'I can't tell you that'," she went on, "Be honest with me, Bo; is it that you can't or you just won't?"

Splinter's thoughts were undetermined. Donnie couldn't read anything from his stoic expression.

"It's not that I won't," he rebutted, pitch going up involuntarily, "Why won't you listen to me when I say I can't?"

"Because there's something going on, with you, and I know my eyes weren't just playing tricks on me. I saw something crazy—I heard it, too, when I called you the other day!"

I am so dead. Donnie's stomach did a flip. He couldn't face his father, but behind him, Splinter placed his hand on his face, covering his eyes. He shot Donnie an intimidating glance, and Donnie waved his hands nervously, listening to her go on as he backed up. Pivoting around from the jabs sent to his side by Splinter's staff, he jumped away with his comically long stride, trying to avoid the onslaught while juggling the phone. He muffled a grunf of pain when the cane managed to whack his head.

"Hold on!" he said, and Splinter stopped and narrowed his eyes, the voice on the other end of the phone also going silent. Donnie couldn't regain his composure while being chased around the dojo, so he finally was able to sputter out, "W-what did you see?"

"I was on the balcony, 'Don'. I heard your voice on the phone and saying the same thing from the roof, and saw two giant...turtles! With weapons, fighting what looked like ninjas?! What even is this?" she yelled.

She'd put two and two together. There was no fixing.

Only acceptance.

Blinking, Donnie nearly dropped the phone. Splinter shut his eyes, slowly shook his head, and turned around. The sound of his cane tapping the floor as he walked was the only thing he could hear after he tuned out the speaker.

He was now alone in the dojo, under the light that streamed through the grate above him, standing in the hush.

He turned the speaker off. She, on the other end, was quiet, too, in disbelief. And probably rightfully feeling betrayed, in a way, Donnie thought. The friend she'd come to care for so much turned out to be someone she couldn't have even imagined.

Licking his lips, he put on the most level tone he could and said in a struggle, "You can't tell anyone. I-if you say something, I'll... we'll…"

I could never threaten you, [y/n].

"You'll what?" she asked, voice low.

Then, all the could hear was her breathing. The dojo was completely quiet, the room was large, and there he was, in the middle. Donnie liked smaller spaces. Darker spaces, like his lab. He felt exposed in that moment, even when no one could see him.

"Be in danger," he said in earnest.

There was some rustling, then the sound of wind on her end. He barely heard a sliding door shut.

"Come here," she told him firmly.

His eyes went wide. "What?" he questioned, stupefied.

She sighed, "No more lying, Bo—Don—I don't know. If what we have really matters to you…"

A mix of emotions swirled in him as he waited for her words. She hesitated.

"I'll come," he whispered, finishing her sentence.

"You'll come."

Blowing a breath out from between his lips, and nodded. Sorry, Master Splinter.

He snuck through the Lair to the exit of the sewers.

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aineirisha · 4 years

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What I confessed while daydreaming

Summary: Iruka and you are total goofballs together. Naruto starts to become an important part of your life. And you happen to stumble upon a certain black-haired child that might change the game for you.

A/N: This is a Kakashi x reader fic but since it’s a character insert, I want reader to actually be involved with other characters. So this chapter is more about reader’s relationship with Iruka and Naruto and the future relatioship with Sasuke.

W/C: 1000+/-

Outside the Academy, all the kids were walking back to their homes after what had felt like a long day. You waited for Iruka to come out, patiently, with the news of a recent history discovery. Over the past months, you found out that you two had an inclination for archeology stuff and myths and you just couldn't let it pass. Those hours you spent at the library reading about Shina, the (allegedly) lost temple where all the shinobi thing started, had paid off and your excitement needed ears other than your own.

"Y/N-san," Iruka greeted you with a smile but a little confused, "Is today Tuesday?" you shook your head. "I thought we had scheduled our lesson for tomorrow."

"We did," you chuckled, "But, guess what? I've been in the library fooling around for a while and I found something very interesting,-" you showed him the cover of the book you borrowed. Iruka's eyes lited with excitement until...

"Iruka-sensei!!!!" You heard a kid screaming, "Iruka-sensei!," Naruto was running towards you with the widest smile on his face. "I already finished my training, dattebayo," he said as he put his fists on his hips, "I'm ready for my ramen."

Iruka sighed, "Right," he turned to see you, "I promised Naruto that if he completed his training I would take him to Ichiraku."

"Ichiraku?"

"You don't know the place?"

"No."

Naruto looked at you shocked. "What?!! How can you not know Ichiraku?! it's the best place in the world!!! You are weird Nee-chan."

"Really Naruto? Not knowing a place makes me weird?"

"And your funny accent," Naruto nodded, "And you're Iruka's student but you seem old, but not like an adult."

You faked an offended face.

"We've been through this!! I'm not that old," You stuck out your tongue and he did the same.

"Ok, since apparently, I am the only adult here," Iruka said, chuckling, "you two cut it," Naruto crossed his arms and pouted. "I'm sorry Y/N, maybe we can talk about it tomorrow."

"Yeah... we should really train..."

The past lessons had been a joke. You two were so immersed nerding about your hobbies, and venting about life, you never actually got to the training part.

You both laughed. "Maybe we should," he replied.

"I could come with you if you don't mind," Naruto fixed his eyes on you analyzing you. "I'm hooked, Naruto," you explained, "Now I want to know the best place in the world." You looked back at him with a smile. He felt satisfied and proud and nodded.

"You HAVE to come," he stated.

Iruka giggled, "Very well Naruto. let's go then Y/N-san."

As you started walking, you felt behind your back a special chakra aching you everywhere, leave the academy.

HATRED.

It was incredibly painful. Like something frozen by despair and resentment. Your guts started burning, your fists and your jaw clenched in rage, your eyes watered and something inside you felt dead... careless... frozen...

You turned around to see who that chakra belonged to and it perplexed you to find it was coming from a black-haired boy who couldn't be older than Naruto. You resisted the impulse to cry. To scream... to kill...

"Iruka-san, who's that kid with black hair?"

"That's Sasuke," Naruto answered giving him a killing look, "He's my classmate and a snooty BAKA! He thinks he's better shinobi than me!"

"That's because he IS a better student than you, Naruto," Iruka said, clearly tired of that conversation.

You smirked. Is that envy what I feel in you Naruto? Or is it... admiration?

"Why?" Iruka asked you.

"Nothing, I just..." Feel he might need a hug. You sighed. Iruka looked at you. Your expression had changed. The warm smile you had a few moments ago was gone and instead there was a painful face.

"He's had it rough," he said.

"Mister handsome? Oh but he's so good at everything," Naruto said in a mocking tone, "Even Sakura-chan likes him."

"Who's Sakura-chan?"

"The prettiest and smartest girl in class."

"Looks like someone has a crush," You teased him. He pouted.

Naruto's energy was kind of a mystery to you. Not because you couldn't decipher him, but because it was very contrasting. On one hand, he was broken, truly broken. You could feel the taste of loneliness deep inside him. But on the other hand, he had a very glowing, enthusiastic energy that made you want to be close to him.

You extended your chakra and hugged him with it.

"Sakura-chan has beautiful pink hair that smells delicious and she always knows the right answer. One day she'll realize how handsome and talented I am and she'll dump Sasuke to be with me."

Iruka stared at the kid, shocked. He knew he liked Sakura but had never spoken about it. And yet here you were, the second time you bumped into each other and the boy was already making strong confessions.

"Sounds like a catch," you smiled.

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The trail of Sasuke's frozen hate remained, and you couldn't stop thinking about him.

What does it take for a boy to be so fractured? What is it with this world?

You had known pain in kids before. But never hate like this. Never before had you felt that thirst for revenge. IN A CHILD.

Revenge for what?

You weren't sure if you wanted to know. But you were concerned. There had to be something you could do...

The lump in your throat didn't go away and as soon as you had a moment alone you let yourself cry his sorrows. Tears had proved to be your allies when you needed to let go of a painful chakra. But you knew relieving yourself wouldn't be enough.

I should've stayed there a little longer to comfort him...

You looked at yourself in the mirror. Your eyes were swollen and red. You couldn't be seen like this. Not while attending to all the costumers. So you washed your face with cold water and waited.

"Naoki-san, can I steal some ice?"

"Sure Y/N," He looked at you, "Is everything ok?"

The cold water hadn't been enough to get rid of the puffiness.

"Yeah, I just..." but you didn't know what to say.

"If you need anything I'm here for you," he smiled at you. You smiled back. "Maybe a joke from Megumi-chan can cheer you up."

You smirked, "That would definitely help," and went back to work.

I am going to do something about him.

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dovekun · 7 years

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—MINE—

"Yuuri!"

"Geh! Wolfram?! You surprised me! What're you, all of a sudden?!"

"Yuuri. Since that I'm here now, let's sleep together."

"Haa?! What d'you—nngh, uuh, Wo-Wooolf! It's too tight, you're hugging me too tight!"

"But Yuuri used to like how tightly I hugged before, no? . . . Ah. But, of course. My apologies. Heika. I have not yet taken the punishment for what I have done to Heika since coming back from Seisakoku. Please excuse my carelessness for overstepping the boundary. Heika."

"Waitwaitwait! Seriously, TIME OUT! Wolf! Don't use keigo all of a sudden! Quit calling me Heika! You're not Conrad! Nor even Gwen! What the heck, is this?! You scared me—NO! Don't go! It's okay, I always love how tightly you hug me—that's not it! No, what I mean—un, everything is fine! No punishment required! I forgave you long ago! Just don't do that again! Let's sleep toge—gah! I bit my tongue . . ."

"—Humh."

"Oi! What was that? You . . . are you laughing at me?!"

"N-not really—"

"Wooolf! I can see you grining just now!"

"Heh . . . My bad. I'm not really laughing at you. It's that—Yuuri, when rambling, looks so cute. I can't help."

"Am not! Who's rambling?! No one's rambling here! And you're the cute one, Wolf!"

"Hn . . . So. it's alright I'm hugging Yuuri like this?"

"Ye-yeah. You don't even have to ask . . . But, say, what's up with you? Wolf. All of a sudden, imperiously walking into this room, without warning holding me and—and outwardly declaring to sleep, uh . . . with me . . ."

"Well, Yuuri. I heard you missed me."

"—! M-missed? Who said . . . Conrad?! Akh, no, it must be—Murata?! Did Murata said anything—"

"And you must have known how I missed you, too."

". . . Must have known, he says . . . Ah. B-but you missed me, too. Is that so, huh."

". . . Yuuri."

"Y-yes?"

"In this opportunity, I also want to tell you how very guilty I am."

"Opportunity? Wait—guilty . . . ?

"Regarding those previous days—when I couldn't let myself sharing a bed with you after . . . after what I did in Seisakoku; after what ShinOu had done to me; and after what happened with the Boxes . . . Even when we all finally came back home, I still couldn't forgive myself. I didn't find any courage to approach. I didn't want to overstep. I was also certain, Yuuri wouldn't let me . . . because I knew I had no right anymore . . . to stay closely with Heika . . . whose trust I had almost betrayed . . ."

"No—Wolfram—"

"Then, I have waited for the day Heika would finally give an order—for me to go to the dungeon, so I could take the punishment I absolutely deserved, but . . ."

"Du-dungeon?! No way! I couldn't! I wouldn't! Wolf, why would I?! You were not in the wrong at all!"

"Yes. I realize. I should have known better. That Yuuri—the Rookie I know the most—has a pure and forgiving soul. Yet, despite being a wimp—not that much nowadays, at least—Yuuri will always think the best in anyone. Yuuri won't go and summon spider-like eaten-fish-bones . . . nor giant-like made-in-maou soil-zombies . . . to punish anyone he believes not in the wrong. Well, but I do think it's also a bit too naïve for my liking, an unexpected quality for a MaOu of ShinMAkoku, after all."

"Spider-like eaten-fish-bones, huh . . . ? I wonder when was I—nope. Unimportant. But, the way you're saying it . . . Wolf, seriously? Are you complimenting me . . . or not? I can't tell, though."

"Of course, you should take it as my compliment as it is, Yuuri. And more importantly—Yuuri is Yuuri, is he not? . . . And I'm the stupid one who didn't realized it sooner . . ."

"What was that? What're you whisperin'? Oi, don't hide your face on my neck! But still, I honestly can't tell what's point do you want to make, Wolf."

". . . Yuuri. You are now the reason my heart is able to beat strongly and steadily. I'm so grateful. To think I still have this chance to stay together. Again. With you."

"—! Wolfram! That's—"

"To be able watching Greta. To be able seeing Mother and Elder Brother. To be able feeling this nervous hope, waiting for the day my baby sister born into this World. And to be able being alive. Once more. In ShinMAkoku. If it's not for Yuuri, my heart . . . this heart, inside my chest . . . would just—stop."

". . . It's definitely still beating, Wolf. I can feel it against my back."

"Yes, it is. Don't you see? It's all for you. I'm all for you. So, here I am. Now and forever. For you, Yuuri."

". . . Ye-yeah. I see . . ."

"That's way, Yuuri. Thank you. For saving me."

"Err, that is . . . a-ahaha . . . N-no, really, Wolf. Do—DON'T MENTION IT . . ."

"Hn? Yuuri. Was that—what you called—INGURI•SHUU?"

"Eh? An old band and attack . . . ? Ah, no! You mean ENGLISH, huh? Yes, eigo. My bad. My tongue slipped. What I mean to say is, Wolf, you don't have to—"

"I LOVE YOU."

"—! W-wha?"

"AND I ALWAYS WILL."

"—!!"

". . ."

"Yu-Yuuri? You—did I say correctly . . . ?"

". . ."

"—Huh? Hold on! Yuuri?! You're face—looks all red! Are you okay? What is it—no way, could it be—Baby Fever? Are you catching Baby Fever, now?! Mother are still in three months due, but—"

"I'm—it's not—Baby Fever, you say? Then, the baby needs KOOLFEVER—that's not it! No, just what the heck is Baby Fever, anyway?!"

". . . Or rather—do you feel so embarassed with my DECLARATION OF LOVE? Hmph. Why, Yuuri. You should feel beyond excited, you know."

". . ."

"No . . . hold on—did I say it incorrectly?! I really said it incorrectly, huh?! Gah!! Dammit! That Conrart-guy! His letter said that's precisely the right words to say in INGURI•SHUU! But it's actually incorrect?! Damn him! How dare the like of him to deceive me?!"

"Haah?! Con-Conrad . . . ? Conrad let you said that strong expression to this plain, Japanese boy?!"

"You're, absolutely, way more, than just, plain, Yuuri! Aaargh! But that guy said it's the right words to convey my feeling, jyari! But he actually deceived me, jyari?! Guargh! I should've known! Not to believe anything my Little Elder Brother taught me, jyari!"

"Uwaaa . . . Wolf, you go back with jyari-jyari right there."

"Did not, jyari! No! Hold on—just listen well! Yuuri. In plain and simple New MA Language, what I wanted to say is: 'The Moon is so blue tonight—'"

"Whaaat?! That's—! From Souseki-sensei's! Not the so-called New MA Language!"

"'—And the Eyes of the Darkest Black I have seen and drawn in, And the Hair of the Glossy Black I have adored and tied in—'"

"Oi! Just wait a sec! it's the newest volume of Gyun-Gyun's Juicy Journal, tosa?!"

"'—With My Soul and Body, let be Entwined in Lust. With Your Soul and Body, let be lost in Se—'"

"WAAA—STOP—STOP!! No quoting one of re-published edition of Cheri-sama's lovebook! Wolf, please cut it out, I beg you!! Look; I understand completely what you wanted to say earlier in eigo!"

"Huh? Really? So, Conrart taught me the correct words?"

"I—ungh, yes. That's correct."

"That's great, then! I'm happy, Yuuri understands, after all."

"Ye-yeah. Me too . . . I feel so happy . . ."

"—!! Hu-hmph! S-so. Will Yuuri share the bed and let us sleep together again? You should know how lonely I felt, Yuuri. Missing you on my solitary bed. Just holding the borrowed Pink Pillow instead of Yuuri's warmness—was not the same, you see."

"I—of course, it wouldn't be the same! You should've just kept sleeping on our bed, holding my body and doing—aa-aaah, forget it! Well, hey, look at my G-Shock! It's near Greta's bed time! Let's go pick her up from Anissina-san's Lab and—aaangh . . . Wo-Wolf, why are you sniffing—heheh, that tickles—n-nooo! W-what are you lickin'—aaangh—don't bite—nnngh—nonono! NO HICKEY! Not visible HICKEY!! For the love of Greta's innocent eyes, Wolf! Cu-cut it out!"

"Ah, that's right. Greta's innocent eyes. Sorry. I stop, now. . . . But still, I can't help, though . . . Yuuri, what's with all this exposed skin so availably close to my lips . . ."

"—Nnngh! Vo-von Bielefeld-kyo, focus . . . !"

"Geh! Oww, oww, my ear, my ear . . . ! Ri-right. Right. I apologize. I'll stop, for real. . . . But, say, Yuuri?"

"W-what is it, now?"

"The way you're rambling when you feel embarassed and nervous? I love it, too. It's really cute, you know. As expected from a henachoko."

"—! What'd you say?! Who feels—I'm not—aargh, enough! Honestly! Whose fault is that, anyway?!"

". . . Mine. Yuuri, always mine."

(—A [headcanon-y] WolfYuu scene, Post Prison Arc of MaruMA Series.)

※side note: so . . . basically, wolf had demanded in his letter — "Conrart, how to declare my love in INGURI-SHUU?!" — or something like that . . . aaand konniichan's inner romantic-earthling-voice came out and written back the whole Elvis Presley's "Love Me Tender" lyric with translation in mazoku-ese~♪ this is also a headcanon.

#MaruMA #Kyou Kara MaOh #KKM #Shibuya Yuuri #Wolfram von Bielefeld #WolfYuu #YuuRam #My Art #Ficlet: Henachoko to Wagamama #OTP: I finally caught you

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