#and then in call i coughed and someone went “bless you!” and i felt my soul leave my body

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Do you think the way some of us feel when someone says "Bless you" when you're coughing/hiccupping (etc) is the same way people feel when someone says "good girl/boy" for doing a task correctly?

Like that uncomfortable 'try to be a normal human being about this situation because they don't mean anything/understand what they've done'

#waterfallrambles #might delete this later because its just such a random/dumb thought but #my friend was complaining that older men say 'good girl' to her in a casual way of praise #and shes like.... n-no... please no.... #and then in call i coughed and someone went “bless you!” and i felt my soul leave my body #and idk guys it just feels like the same thing as she described- #feel free to tell me if you agree!! Or if i'm just nuts- haha~

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(KNY) YANDERE PLATONIC! KOKUSHIBO x SISTER READER: You, Shibou. I, Kokoro (CHAPTER FOUR)

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CHAPTER FOUR: "Achilles, Achilles, Achilles, come down Won't you get up off, get up off the roof?"

NOTE: THE SONG OF THE DAY IS "Two Birds on a Wire" BY REGINA SOMETHING. LISTEN WHILE READING IF YOU WANNA HAVE FUN IDK YOU DON'T NEED TO. oh right btw pls send me aesthetic pics for my moodboards, im running out and almost resorted to quotes 😭✋ (which i did but shhh)

oh right, shit also gets real this chapter LETS GOOO.

Suicide notes only accompany in 25-20% percent of cases, Sometimes reaching 50% in some cultures and areas.

Reasons for writing a suicide note can include easing the pain of those known to the victim, To express thoughts and feelings that the person felt unable to express in life or to set out their reasons for committing such an act.

Murders of crows escaped in flocks, Flying high into the air in a wild panic as they hollered that one single phrase over and over again like a broken record player.

"EMERGENCY! EMERGENCY! ATTACK! ATTACK! THE KAKUSHI BASE IS UNDER ATTACK! CALLING FOR ALL NEARBY SLAYERS!"

The sheer number of them was carrying the sound so far, Their call could be heard for miles even all the way to the village. The song of their screams frantic as they all flapped in different directions, Disappearing into the dark horizon.

Tanjiro couldn't see anything, He couldn't smell anything either. The sheer amount of dust made from the debris had blocked up all of his senses making him uncontrollably cough within the smoke.

He stumbled around, The shock hadn't even hit him yet. One moment he was walking around the base and the next he had been flung to the tile roof, All due to that gust of wind.

The tall stone walls surrounding the shrine had suddenly been destroyed all within a single moment, Throwing chunks of rock and wood hurtling into the main body of the shrine and its people.

The screams and shouts of panicked crowds rung in his ear like a church bell reverberated to the nines. It felt so loud, So bloody loud that he thought his head might explode from the raw volume of the wails.

Tanjiro was dazed, It was all a blur moving in slow motion as he tried to catch his footing on the flat of the roof.

It was only then once his foot was steadied that he could finally sense an overbearing presence. Somewhere in the mist.

"Someone is here.."

A voice like faraway thunder jolted Tanjiro out of his stupor, A voice that shook Tanjiro deep down to his very bones. It was nothing like any kind of voice he had heard before, It didn't sound human and certainly didn't smell like it either.

A putrid stench had hit Tanjiro, A sudden smell had came to him and it almost made him drop his sword. This was no ordinary demon, The scent was overwhelming his senses of nothing but pure and utter power.

The gale's sole blessing had manifested in the clearing of the smoke. The after breeze lifting up the thickest points of dust and blowing them away, Yet some still remained as a dark figure was now made clearer.

But it was the figure's six medallion eyes, One's that shone like headlights through the fog that really caught Tanjiro by surprise.

His eyes widened as his arm went to the hilt of his sword on response, Yet when his hand went to grab it he felt absolutely nothing there.

He snapped his head to his empty belt. His heart seemed to stop in his chest.

He still hadn't gotten his new sword sent to him yet, It was still being sharpened. He was absolutely defenceless.

By the time he had looked back up at the figure the fog had cleared completely, The dust long cleared as his eyes settled upon the demon in front of him.

Tall. He was towering in height, Well over six foot at least. His hair tied into a dark spiked ponytail with red whisking at the tips as it flowed in the wind, His hexagonal kimono oversized in the arms as it moved with his hair.

But it was the kanji in his eyes that made him freeze.

"You.. Boy."

His voice rang out again as he turned to Tanjiro. He stumbled back, Despite the demon being a few metres away on the other side of the roof he was still too close, Way too close.

His eyes glared down to the younger slayer, Stabbing into every point of him. Scrutinizing him from afar before finally landing on the piece he feasted his gaze on. Two hanafuda earrings dangling from each ear.

Tanjiro watched as his expression went blank, Only for a couple of seconds before flinching when he saw the demon's mouth contort into a snarl. An angry visage that showed off his lion-like canines protruding from under his lips.

"I.. You.." Tanjiro stuttered. He tried backing away once more but the heel of his foot hit the tile railing. He watched as small bits of debris fell off the roof down to the floor below, It was a long drop. If he fell there was little to no chance of survival.

"Those earrings.." The demon drawled. It sounded like something was stuck within his throat, Something he was holding back. "How did you acquire them.."

Tanjiro tried to steady his heavy breathing as he stared him down. "I.. T-They're a family heirloom.." Was all that he was able to muster up, His voice shaking as much as he was.

Kokushibo felt himself tense up, All six eyes scrutinizing the earrings as he tried his best to calm down the building sense of rage starting to burn inside him. A family heirloom? His brother's earrings, A family heirloom. The idea of it sounded so stupid to him, Not to mention the mere reminder of his twin brother made his fingers twitch and grasp onto the hilt of his sword from instinct.

"A family heirloom.. Disgusting.." Kokushibo jeered. Feeling the words on his tongue he felt the previous anger inside come to a peak, This wasn't acceptable. Yorichii, Do I really need to be reminded of you even five hundred years later?

The sword from his hilt slid out of the sheathe with ease. The eyes embedded into the flesh of the sword darted around wildly, All examining its surroundings as the muscle pulsated.

He drew it to his side. Tanjiro's heartrate started to pick up, Feeling as if it would burst out of his chest as he watched Kokushibo get into a fighting stance. What would he do? He had no sword and there was no exit. What can he do? What can he do?!

Kokushibo pushed his foot forward, Lunging himself forward with his sword ready to slice. He was so fast, Tanjiro could barely raise his arms to his face. A weak attempt to defend himself as the blade drew nearer and nearer towards his neck

CLASH!

It was over in an instant.

Dust from the broken walls and ceiling tiles blew out out into the high night air, A whirlwind of smoke covering anything and everything in sight as pieces of stone and splinter flew off.

Tanjiro coughed once more, The dust blowing hard into his face. He moved his hands up towards his neck to check for any damage. Feeling it over and patting it a few times it felt.. All intact.

"What the.." Tanjiro muttered. His eyes widened as he watched the demon from before jump back into his original position, Landing a few metres away from Tanjiro in a crouched stance.

Tanjiro looked up and gasped.

"Fujimori-sama-!"

[F/N] stood only a few inches away from the younger boy. His position was low and his sword was drawn like a shield, Both it and his body creating a block between him and the demon.

[F/N] looked back towards him from the side, That old fox mask's mouth quirked up into the most reassuring smile it could. The eyes of the mask looking down at him in kind.

"Tanjiro Kamado… That was a close one, Eh?" A light chuckle came from him, Tone dancing in the air like the weight of the whole situation was lost to him entirely.

Tanjiro didn't even think to ask him why he knew his name, Something unimportant in that moment.

"Fujimori-sama.. The demon-"

"Don't worry about the demon. You don't exactly look like you have the proper weaponry to fight back so I suggest you start evacuating the shrine with everyone else, Alright?" [F/N] advised.

Tanjiro shook his head.

"What about you?! This.. This is Uppermoon one! He's strong, I can smell it! You can't take him on by yourself!" Tanjiro cried.

It didn't affect [F/N] in the slightest, Only making him raise a single brow.

"..Really?" He hummed, A playful tune lilting in the air to contrast the dire implications of his words. He seemed to stay there in thought, Only for a moment as Tanjiro watched the mask stare off into the night sky.

"He was able to sense me coming.. Not to mention block my attack.." He muttered, The mask contorting back into a thoughtful visage. An incomprehensible babble to the boy behind him as his eyes finally lit up, An unrecognisable emotion sparking inside his eyes.

The dust cleared once more, Kokushibo stood up to examine the sight.

His eyes landed on the Hashira a few metre's away, Crouched in a defensive position. In a split second that man was able to get himself in between him and the boy, Able to attack in that single moment.

It would of been impressive, Something he would of respected if not for the mans garments.

He wore his usual slayer uniform, Tight fitting and finished with a belt with open arms to show off tattoo's. But the haori draped loosely around his shoulders, That accursed haori drooping from his shoulders was one that shocked his heart like a amateur defibrillator.

The dragon pattern.. That cerulean blue.

"Michi-Nii!"

The grip on his sword hilt got tighter, Almost crushingly so.

How fucking dare he..?!

Kokushibo felt his nose twitch, Eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets as they trailed across the rest of him, Prying at every little detail of him. The kitsune mask resting upon his face, The medieval sword propped up in front of him like a shield.

"And does it work?" Michikatsu asked, Studying the mask.

"Haven't tried. It's a sacred artefact of the shrine. It would be a disrespect to Inari if I did." She stated.

A disrespect to her.

Two reminders of his late siblings, One beloved one despised. Both side by side with each other in such a short time frame. It made him absolutely furious, Outraged both by the resurfaced memories and the sheer dishonour towards his sister.

Both the renewment of the shrine and the man parading around with her haori..

It made him absolutely livid.

"You.. What is your name. Tell me it.. Now" Kokushibo pronounced through gritted teeth. It took every inch of his willpower not to pounce and tear him apart limb by limb, Bite into his jugular and rip his voice box out with his molars.

[F/N] finally seemed to snap out of his realisation as his mask's eyes landed on Kokushibo, That burning glint shining bright as he looked at him. The first time getting a proper look.

"Wow.. Uppermoon one, What a pleasure to meet you." [F/N] drawled, Yet it wasn't condescending. Standing up to his full height he matched Kokushibo perfectly, Both men locked in a stare down as [F/N] ignored his question.

Kokushibo didn't answer him, So [F/N] took the opportunity to speak once more.

"I see what Kamado here means about powerful.. Your soul certainly gives off that aura alright." He chuckled again, Taking a few drawn steps to the side.

"Kamado.." Kokushibo pondered. It only took a second to click in his head. The Kamado girl, The one his master had talked about during the meeting. If this boy was here then that would mean the demon girl was here, The one who conquered the sun.

[F/N]'s eyes narrowed.

"Ringing a bell?" He questioned, Cocking his head lazily to the side. Kokushibo didn't answer once again.

[F/N] examined him head to toe. His fingers, His ears and his sword. From his eyes to the soles of his sandals he simply radiated power. A feeling that permeated in the air making molecules shift in his presence.

A wild grin appeared not on his mask but on her face, A wide toothy grin that felt so foreign, So alien to her. It was a smile she hadn't made in years, One she couldn't supress even if she tried.

[F/N] peered back around to Tanjiro, Who was still behind him.

"Tanjiro. I need you to do me a favour, Alright?" He asked. His tone still containing that playful tint yet it held something different now, Something more serious.

Tanjiro nodded

"Y-Yeah, What do you need?" He asked.

[F/N] reached a single hand into the inside of his haori and slipped out a single pristine envelope, Perfectly packaged with a blue fox seal. He presented it to the younger boy, Who hesitantly took it into his hands.

"I need you to deliver this to Mitsuri Kanroji, Alright? Promise me that you will deliver this to her and place it in her hands personally yourself." [F/N] asked. That tone of importance growing ever stronger in both his voice and his mask's eyes.

Tanjiro's eyes widened as he looked down at the envelope, He nodded his head, Ignoring the scent that was coming off his elder. [F/N] turned back towards Kokushibo.

"Go now, Tanjiro. Find a handmaiden named Seijun, She'll help you and the rest down the mountain." He said, Not looking back at him for a second. Tanjiro nodded as he took off, Carefully scaling down the tiled roof's of the shrine.

Kokushibo looked back at the two, Readying his sword once more.

"No.. You're not getting away from me." He hissed, Raising the blade high in the air as he pointed at the two slayers.

[F/N] returned the gesture, His own heavy-weight sword lifted with ease as he pointed it straight back at him.

"Not if I have anything to say about it!" [F/N] exclaimed. The excitement returning to the tune of his voice, A wild primal excitement as he stared the demon on from behind his mask.

Kokushibo prepared his own stance, [F/N] did as well in turn.

As they finally charged at each other, [F/N] yelled out

"Soul Breathing, First form: Psyche Cutter!"

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Heavy footsteps hit the snow with a crunch, The large stature of the Stone Hashira leaving deep footsteps behind him as he traversed throughout the woodland mountainside.

Zenitsu, Inosuke and Shizuko. The younger slayers behind him trailed along with Gyomei's stride in search of the lost shrine-maiden.

Luckily the snow had stopped a little while ago, Making it easier to see throughout the vastness of the tall winding tree's.

It had been only half an hour since they started searching, Yet in that time they had made their way a few miles out from their starting point.

"M-Man.. Is it cold out here, Now I wish I just stayed at the base.." Zenitsu said through a chattering jaw, Keeping his arms folded to try and conserve heat as he warily looked for the maiden.

"Not for me! The mountains I ruled over got real snowy, So of course I evolved to be cold-blooded!" Inosuke announced in his march. It was true, Despite him being eternally shirtless in the blistering cold he didn't shake once despite all odds.

"T-That's impossible! You can't just evolve to be cold-blooded!" Zenitsu cried out, Annoyed from both the cold and his comrades announcement.

"Can too!" Inosuke argued.

"N-No you can't!" Zenitsu yelled back, His words eventually snowballing into a larger quarrel between the two boys. Both seeming to believe whoever yelled louder was correct.

"Ngh.. Can you two shut up? You're giving me a headache.." Shizuko groaned, Cupping his ears with his hands in annoyance.

The two boys ignored him and continued their argument as they trailed behind Himejima. Zenitsu and Inosuke not backing down for a single second while Shizuko gritted his teeth. Gyomei didn't seem to particularly mind, If he did he didn't show it, His stoic expression painted on him like a portrait.

They hadn't found the shrine-maiden, Even though they had been searching for a fair amount of time there no trace of her prescence.

There wasn't any footsteps or any blood, Absolutely nothing.

The rattling of Gyomei's beads slowed as his whitened eyes narrowed in thought. Gyomei had assumed that the most likely scenario was that the maiden had trouble either getting down or getting back up the mountain, Though now that seemed a dwindling possibility.

He sighed, Letting cold mist escape from his mouth.

"Seems like the maiden isn't here.. It's probably for the better that we move down towards the village and check in with the locals." Gyomei announced as he turned around to face the younger slayers, To whom were still fighting.

Shizuko groaned once more before raising his flat hand and bringing it down hard onto both their heads.

"Ne, Stop arguing and start listening to Himejima-sensei! You're giving me a migraine and we're no closer to finding the maiden.. No thanks to you.." He scolded. A rare angry expression appearing on his face with those same perpetually wide eyes glaring daggers into the boys.

"Ack-! W-What the hell man! We are looking!" Zenitsu yelped out, Hands rushing to the quickly forming sore spot on his head.

"I am! I can see a lot of things. Snow, Tree's, Shrubs!" Inosuke butted in. Shizuko groaned once more, Even though they had stopped their spat never quelled.

"Birds, Twigs, Red Fabric, Flakes of snow!" He continued.

Both Gyomei and Shizuko's heads snapped round to face Inosuke, A sudden movement that made his rant pause in its tracks.

"What? Why are you looking at me like that?!" Inosuke questioned, His vision rapidly darting to both Shizuko and Gyomei in seconds like a cornered animal.

"Red fabric..? Where do you see that?" Gyomei asked.

"By that tree over there, To the left!" Inosuke said. Arm pointing up straight to a tree just off to the side of the trail they were going down. And sure enough swaying in the wind was an untethered piece of crimson cloth, Blowing in the breeze.

Zenitsu was the first to get over to the fabric, Catching up with it and snatching it away from the wind.

"You're right.. B-But this could be any random piece of fabric.. It doesn't really mean much." He muttered. The piece was too small to make out any defining shape, So small that it was only as big as his thumb.

"Shizuko.." Gyomei ordered an unspoken action, Nodding his head forward towards the boy.

Shizuko nodded back as he quickly moved over to Zenitsu without a second thought and put out his hand.

"Ne, Give it here.." Shizuko commanded, Impatiently shaking his hand as he beckoned Zenitsu forward.

"O-Okay.." Zenitsu muttered as he placed the cloth into the palm of Shizuko, To which the latter shuddered as soon as the fabric brushed at his skin.

Shizuko took the sanguine felt into both of his hands with an obvious reluctance as it looked like he was holding back his own puke. He ran his nimble fingers along the surface of it, Nose scrunching up in disgust as he spoke.

"Ngh.. It's mostly Linen however I can feel a minority of cotton as well.. Ne.. Fairly thick, 0.73 inches.. But judging by the weavement of the fabric it's most likely worn by someone of shorter stature.." Shizuko explained.

"Ngh.. So in other words, It fits the description of the lost maiden.." He concluded, Instantly dropping it back into Zenitsu's hold as he finished his last syllable.

"I see.. And is it fresh?" Gyomei asked.

"Felt like it.." Shizuko replied.

They stayed silent after that. Gyomei seemed to furrow his brows as his mind worked away at the next possibility. Both Shizuko and Inosuke seemed lost in their own world as well, The former following his master in thought while Inosuke seemed to trail along as well.

"She must be somewhere around here.. We must circle back around, She may already be-" Gyomei stopped out of the blue, His words cut off as his senses picked up a change in one of the slayers.

Zenitsu had frozen up, And it wasn't from the cold atmosphere.

"Child.. What is the matter?" Gyomei asked as his tone grew only a little more serious as he stopped the rattling of his beads.

Zenitsu seemed to be sweating bullets as he seemed intently focused on some unknown force. His eyes were shot open and he started to shake, Teeth barren and fingers twitching as he raised his hands up to his ears.

"I.. I-I hear it.." Zenitsu mumbled out an uneasy lilt, Jaw shaking.

"Hear what?" Gyomei prodded.

"T-The Kasugai crows.. The Kakushi base.. I-It's being attacked!" Zenitsu yelped out, Stumbling back a few feet.

A unanimous shock washed over the group like a tidal wave to a sandy shore, The news startling everyone on edge.

"What?!" Shizuko yelled in disbelief as he moved over to Zenitsu. Lowering his head to meet eye to eye as he searched for any sign of doubt, An unsure gaze, Anything he could find to try disprove his declaration.

But he came up empty, Only staring back into shaking saffron irises. The hands over Zenitsu's ears tightened as he howled out in pain. He fell to his knees, The sheer volume of the crows combined with his hearing was too much as he felt ichor start to trickle at his fingertips.

"Zoritso!" Inosuke called out as he instantly rushed over to his friend's side.

Gyomei at this point had unsheathed the axe and chain from within his overbearing haori, Already given enough confirmation from his Tsuguko's reaction as he tightened the grip on the wooden handle and chain.

He ignored the suffering of the younger slayers, His expression firming up.

"We must go at once then, No time to spa-"

"Blood Demon Art: Electrokinesis, Third form: Thunder Swarm!" A voice suddenly yelled out from within the storm and as soon as it finished, The attack commenced.

Black bolts of lightning shot out of nowhere, Bursting out from the blade of Kaigaku, Leaping down from the tree branches.

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"I'll see you soon, 'Tsuri"

Those words. Those five simple words echoed in every little corner of her mind. On paper they seemed so little, So obscure. Small talk to the normal ear, In a normal conversation it would be such a normal farewell and by all means it was.

But it just didn't sit right, Not with Mitsuri.

She ran fast through the snow, Her legs were burning as she tried to focus her total concentration breathing. She maneuvered around rocks and over fallen logs, Carefully but quickly ascending the tough terrain with ease.

Her heart pounded so rapidly in her chest so much so that it was painful yet Mitsuri continued onwards. She had to keep going, She needed to get to the shrine as fast as possible.

Keep going, Don't stop. Not for a single moment.

Mitsuri had been running for who knows long, Hours maybe, She hadn't stopped for a second. An awful feeling sat dormant in her chest, A foreboding omen that unsettled her for too long.

As soon as she had heard those five little words she'd known that something was wrong-

No. Mitsuri had always known something was wrong. A draining parasite that sat in the back of her mind, Eating away at her for years now. Those words.. It was just those five little words that made her realise what that something was.

The parasite had been nibbling away at her, Planting little ideas of possibility and doubt into her passing thoughts every time she and [F/N] talked. Back then she had brushed them off, Not completely of course but enough to where there was plausible deniability. Just enough to where she could push it out of her mind.

But when [F/N] had muttered those words, Spoke them in such a normal tone of voice there was absolutely no more avoiding it. Her doubts, The possibilities.. She needed to face them.

Or maybe it wasn't those words specifically, It was the way [F/N] had looked at her when she said them.

Her stare, Her blank doe-eyed gaze permeated into Mitsuri's mind. The picture in her mind vivid as it was as she first saw it.

The smile [F/N] had on her face just didn't quite reach her eyes, A small little smile that felt so wrong looking back on it. The dull stare that pleaded to Mitsuri's own, Begging her no matter how unconsciously it may have been.

It was such a melancholy gaze, A sad little smile. She remembers now the tiny quirk of her lip.

Mitsuri should of done something sooner.

Back then Mitsuri herself couldn't process the deeper meaning. But she remembered her body reacted sooner than she herself should of, Grasping onto [F/N]. Holding her hand as she tried to get inside the carriage.

Subconsciously she had recognised the meaning. She should of said something, Should of done something. Ask her to stay the night, Go with her, Or even just offer her a simple hug then maybe [F/N] wouldn't think that way.

But in the end she did nothing. She just let go of her hand, Feeling the warmth slip away from her grasp.

Only a few hours later did the true meaning really render inside of her mind, And when it did it hit her like nothing else ever did before. What it meant, She knows now.

As soon as Mitsuri knew she had taken off, Running off into the streets without a second thought. Something bad would happen, Something terrible would happen if she didn't get there to her on time.

Mitsuri knew she shouldn't of let go of [F/N]'s hand. The regret pounding throughout her bloodstream as she felt tears involuntarily drip down her cheeks. She shouldn't of let go.

Even though she didn't do anything back then didn't mean she couldn't do something to stop it now. Mitsuri needed to, She wouldn't let [F/N] slip away once more. Never again, She will be there for her this time.

And as she heard the call of the crows, Mitsuri knew that this would be her last chance to do so.

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"Moon Breathing, Fourteenth Form: Catastrophe, Tenman Crescent Moon"

Siphoning ultraviolet crescents flew out haphazardly into the fighting ground, Crashing down onto the nigh-derelict rooftops throwing rubble out everywhere. Several stray crescents hurtling past the slayer, Barely able to avoid the attack.

It was absolute chaos, Pandemonium. A spectacle of whip-like half-moons striking at it's enemy so swift that any normal person would be severed in half in an instant.

By chance however [F/N] was no ordinary person as he dodged and weaved throughout what very little openings were given, Body contorting and swimming through the gaps as he tried his very best to land his own attacks.

"Soul Breathing Second Form: Seven Separate Spirit Slashes"

"Moon Breathing, Seventh Form: Mirror of Misfortune, Moonlit"

"Soul Breathing Sixth Form: Apotheosis Blade o' Ascension"

"Moon Breathing, Ninth Form: Waning Moonswaths"

Kokushibo never gave much of a chance however, His movements or slashes of his sword never strayed from what could be considered perfect form. The closest so far [F/N] had come to severing his head was when he had lobbed off an arm, Which regenerated within a split second.

It was enough to frustrate anyone, Anyone but [F/N].

The wide smile he had worn at the prospect of a fight had grown into a euphoric grin stretched ear to ear. For the first time in years, [F/N] had felt alive.

Though the several cuts on his arms and legs bled, Though he had been fighting for several hours he had never gotten tired. Not once did he falter or stumble, Not once did he succumb to exhaustion.

Not even the aching in his lungs, Which grew more painful with every breathe he took. The adrenaline made him feel nothing.

Kokushibo on the other hand felt the same way, Yet the anger in his chest only seemed to infest inside him more and more as the fight went on. He wanted this one to suffer, He wanted to watch this one bleed out on the ground while he crushed his windpipe.

The disrespect he had shown, Both to him and his sister. The careless attitude The Hashira had towards him, The haori he was desecrating. It made him absolutely furious. Even more so when he found more difficulty than normal when attacking him.

His transparent world showing his body to be at it's peak potential, Though oddly enough he wasn't able to see through the porcelain mask on his body. Kokushibo had to admit this was the longest fight he'd had in centuries.

The man he fought having zero fighting spirit, An oddity. Something he had never came across within a human, Combined with the mastery of the blade and his repetitive action movement he made a formidable combatant.

Even though he despised his opponent, He had to lend a begrudging respect.

[F/N]'s sword swayed along with his own movements. White wisps of translucent mist danced along the blade and left a shivering trail as it went. It was beautiful, Glowing so softly in the moonlight yet it struck so hard it burned like fire.

[F/N] landed in a crouching position after dodging another attack just by the hair on his back. Pushing both his hand and foot forward he launched himself towards Uppermoon one at high speeds.

Yelling out his next attack he readied his sword

"Soul Breathing Fifth Form: Noumenon High Dragon!"

The wisps tailing the edge of his blade were set ablaze, Picking up in velocity the trail formed into a tail as [F/N] rushed towards Kokushibo.

The demon readied his own attack in turn as The Soul Hashira's technique bursting into the shape of a gigantic jaw-opened dragon speeding towards his form, Twisting and swirling around the demon ready to swallow him whole.

"Moon Breathing, Sixth Form: Perpetual Night, Lonely Moon - Incessant"

Kokushibo swung his own sword down as soon the dragons gaping maws were about to bite down on him, An array of hyper-violet crescents exploded from Kokushibo's blade.

The sheer kinetic energy caused by the clashing of their swords erupted from the centre of it all like an immovable object to an unstoppable force. The energy hit the ground below them, Blasting both of them apart by the raw force.

Flying off of the tiled roof, [F/N] was shot up far into the air with Kokushibo in the opposite direction.

[F/N] yelled out in surprise as he flailed around in the air, Spinning and swooning around as he started to fall downwards.

Wind rushing through his kimono as he watched the ground grow larger and larger. He raised his sword and took a deep breath in, Ready to counteract gravity with the force of an attack.

"Soul Breathing Third Form: Soul fire, Burn bright!"

Just as he was about to hit the ground he struck his sword, His breathing technique bursting out into a bonfire as it connected with the dirt of the courtyard.

It was successful. Enough to stop the fall but also enough to throw him back up.

Luckily however he had hit one of the lower roofs of the shrine. And thankfully due to his recovery breathing the damage wasn't serious, Only a few scratches and later bruises to decorate his skin.

"Ack-.." [F/N] coughed, The dust from the impact hitting him as he lain sprawled out on the roof. His chest moved up and down, Breathing in and out while only feeling a tiny bit of pain in his ribs.

"Wow.. That could of been bad.." He heaved, Voice hoarse and rough. He raised his upper body so he was now in a hunched sitting position, Completely still except from the movements of his lungs.

[F/N] sat there for a moment not moving in the slightest. He could no longer sense Kokushibo's powerful aura, At least not nearby anyways. It seemed like the force of their blades clashing sent him flying to the other side of the shrine.

That's fine. It gave [F/N] time to recuperate from the non-stop attacks they threw at each other, He needed to savour these moments as best he could.

[F/N] looked around at the destruction of the shrine, It hurt. It felt like his heart was wrenched out of his chest every time he came across levelled rooms, Broken walls and fallen statues.

The home [F/N] resided in for years, One that had provided warmth and comfort when nothing else did had been destroyed. Memories long gone played out in his mind as he came to terms with his loss. It didn't matter now though, He supposed.

He ran his hands down his body to examine for wounds. Feeling along the torn fabric of his uniform and the dips in his flesh [F/N] figured that he wasn't too badly injured. While there were a few points where his fingers came up bloody he had judged it wasn't too bad.

It didn't hurt anyways, Not to him.

Settling his hands onto the roof he pushed himself up with only minimal effort. Stumbling a little to gather his balance he finally steadied himself upon the roof's wooden structure in the middle, Walking on it similar to a tight-rope.

He stalked along the middle beam, Movements similar to a feline's as he put one foot in front of the other.

Rolling his shoulders and cracking his neck [F/N] decided it was time to go back into battle. He needed to at least buy enough time for the last of the residents to evacuate the building, Afterwards there was only one thing left to do.

As he strolled along the edge of the roof he made his way to the end, Lowering his knees and k-

"[F/N]!!"

He froze in place.

That voice, No.. She wasn't supposed to be here. This wasn't how it went in his head, Not at all.

"[F/N]! P-Please.. Turn around.. Alright?" The voice yelled, A high-pitched tone that sounded so desperate in that one moment that [F/N] couldn't disobey.

And once he did turn around, The expression on Mitsuri's face hurt more than any wound inflicted on his body.

"'Tsuri, Hey! You're not suppose to be here.. You know?" [F/N] chuckled, A practiced sound that seemed so strained now as the façade he had tried to build up for so long crumbled down around him along with the shrine.

Mitsuri was sobbing. Tears leaked out from her face like a faucet, Her eyes were bloodshot like she had been crying for a while. Something that was most likely true. Every so often she let out a small choked wail from within her throat, Gasps for air following it close.

It looked as if her knee's would buckle under her weight. It was such a painful sight that [F/N] couldn't bare to look at her.

It felt like his heart was beating a hundred miles per hour, Thumping madly in her chest like a metal drum. He tried to keep a straight face, Some kind of mental barrier he could place between him and the woman he called his best friend.

"D-Don't act like that.. Just.. P-Please just don't act like that right now, [F/N].." Mitsuri yelled out, Her voice pained and shrill.

"'Tsuri.. I.." [F/N] couldn't find the words to say, His mind blank. No words could explain himself, None at all.

"I-I don't wanna hear an excuse.. Please.. I.. I just want to talk.. N-No excuses or lies.. Just the truth." She cried.

[F/N] stared back at her through the mask, Guts turning at the sight. However the porcelain face held up as he wore a blank face, One you might see at a poker table. He mulled over her words, An unnoticeable cold sweat suddenly dripping down from the side of his head.

"..Okay" [F/N] whispered. It was such a low tone but in that single moment it felt like it was just the two of them in the world, Making his mumble seem like a deafening scream to her ears.

"[F/N].. I.. I'm so sorry.." Mitsuri cried. She brought her shaking hands up to cup her face as she cried into them, A fleeting attempt to hide her grief.

[F/N] shook his head.

"Mitsuri.. What do you need to be sorry for?" [F/N] said. A levelled tone playing in his voice.

"I.. I s-should of done something sooner.. I should've known that you were feeling like this, I.. Why couldn't I notice.." She shook her head warily, Trying her best to hold back the choked sobs from her throat.

[F/N] steadied his breathing, He couldn't break.

"Mitsuri, I'm fine. You don't need to wo-"

"[F/N] I'M NOT STUPID, JUST LISTEN TO ME!" Mitsuri screamed.

[F/N] flinched, The sheer volume of it catching him of guard. In all of his years knowing Mitsuri, [F/N] had never seen him act like this, Like a completely new person stood before him now.

"I-I'm not stupid.. I can see how everyone's feeling.. I can always tell how angry Shinobu is or- or how unhappy Giyuu is all the time.. I can see how everyone is truly feeling, That's always been my talent.." Mitsuri lamented.

She wiped off the tears with her sleeve

"A-And just because you hide behind a mask.. That doesn't make you an exception, [F/N]! It never has..!" Mitsuri shouted once more, Now staring up at her best friend. The person she's known all her life freeze in place like a statue at her words.

"It's just.. All the time you're so.. So sad.. I-I've known you for so long and it's been going on.. F-For the same length of time.. S-So much that I just took it as normal but looking back now I feel so- so stupid!" She cried out.

[F/N] couldn't respond, He felt like a spotlight had been shun directly on him now. Like he stood in front of an unwanted audience as he stared her down.

"Y-You're scaring me, [F/N].. Y-You're really, really scaring me.. Just please.. T-Take off the mask.." Mitsuri broke down into a quiet sob, Soft cries aching her throat.

[F/N] looked back at her, An indescribable emotion etched into the porcelain of the mask. He felt his fingers twitch before raising them towards the straps. Lightly unlocking the clasp at the back she pulled the leather down from her head, Lowering the kitsune mask into the palms of her hands.

[F/N] stood there, The blank expression she wore was flooded with tears flowing free from her eyes as she gazed down at her best friend breaking down. Her lip twitched, Unable to say anything as she barely held back quiet cries of her own.

"'Tsuri.. Please, Just don't look at me like that. Just.. Just don't" [F/N] said, Swallowing back her pain.

"I.. I just.. I.." Mitsuri babbled as she clutched the centre of her chest, Trying to soothe the ache of her heart.

"You've got to leave.. 'Tsuri, It's not safe here, Alright..? I've got to get back to the fight.."

"N-No!" Mitsuri yelped out, Cutting off [F/N] prematurely.

"P-Please.. 'Tsuri, You've got to go.." [F/N] said. Her breath was growing more laboured by the second as the tears dripped down her eyes.

"N-No, You're not going back to the fight, [F/N].. Y-You can't go, You can't.. I.." She bit down on her lip, The thought trailing with her words were cut short.

"Why..?"

"B-Because when when you go into that fight.. Y-You're hoping that you won't come out of it.. And it terrifies me.." Mitsuri cried.

Her words felt like a knife jabbing into [F/N]'s heart, Like a blade was eternally twisting and turning inside of her arteries. It hurt, Out of everyone she had ever met, Mitsuri was the last one she would have wanted to say that to her.

"J-Just please.. G-Get off the roof, Come down.. D-Do not waste yourself on this roof, [F/N]. D-Don't you remember our promise..? Please.. J-Just come to me..?" Mitsuri pleaded, Reaching her hand out for [F/N] to take.

Her words felt so enticing, Like an oasis in a scorching desert.

Something she had been searching years for, Only to turn up in a gift wrapped box sitting on her doorstep. [F/N] felt her fingers twitch, So desperately wanting to reach out and take her hands.

But the letter had already been sent, Her mind had already been made up so long ago. As much as she wanted to hold her hand, Run away and never look back [F/N] knew that it wouldn't be enough.

"'Tsuri.." [F/N] mumbled. Mitsuri caught on quickly to her tone and her eyes widened.

"N-No, [F/N]! Please.. Come down, P-Please just take my hand.. PLEASE!" She cried out as she watched [F/N] place the mask back on the now his face.

"'Tsuri.. Do not feel guilty over me, You were the best friend I could of ever asked for. You did your best.." [F/N] smiled.

The mask was now matching his expression as it looked down on Mitsuri, Who rushed forward but her knees finally buckled making her fall forward.

"Ah-!" She cried out. [F/N] tried to resist the urge to go and help as he spoke.

"'Tsuri.. You still haven't recovered from the swordsmith village attack.. Not to mention it looks like you've been running for hours.

"Please, Don't exert any more energy." [F/N] said as he turned around back towards the direction Kokushibo would be in.

Mitsuri screamed out for [F/N].

"P-PLEASE, [F/N]! L-LET ME COME WITH YOU, PLEASE! A-AT LEAST LET ME COME WITH YOU. W-WE GO TOGETHER, L-LIKE WE ALWAYS HAVE! TOGETHER!!" Her voice was so painful it tore a hole into [F/N] as he tried not to run to her side.

"I'm sorry, 'Tsuri.. Between the two of us, You have people that will miss you. There are a lot of people out there who love you, Adore you not just for your strength but just for yourself. Between the two of us.. You'll have people who will mourn your loss." [F/N] said.

Mitsuri didn't even have time to scream out as Seijun rushed over from somewhere south. She had been put to help with evacuations and Mitsuri's screams had alerted her over.

"[F/N]-sama! Kanroji-san, Are you both alright?!" Seijun asked, Alarmed by the incoherent babble of Mitsuri in front of her as she desperatley tried to pull herself to her feet. A futile attempt as she just fell back down.

"..We're alright, Thank you.. I hope evacuations are going well?" [F/N] asked. Cocking his head to the side as he tried his best to focus on the maiden instead of the mourning.

"Smoothly. Due to the combined efforts of the slayers and the handmaidens, The first round of escapee's have successfully gotten away… Though there are quite a few many still around.." Seijun said, Quickly bowing down to her superior.

[F/N] nodded.

"Seijun. Thank you for helping out with the evacuations, I sincerely appreciate it.. All I ask of you now is that you could escort Kanroji-san out of the area. She's in no state to fight and is delirious." [F/N] turned back to look at the two, A reassuring smile sat uneasy on the mask.

Seijun nodded as she started to pick up Mitsuri by the armpits. At the touch of the handmaiden Mitsuri instantly started to scream and flail around in her grasp, In complete hysterics as she cried out [F/N]'s name.

"Kanroji-san, Please calm down-"

"[F/N]! [F/N]! PLEASE! L-LET GO OF ME, LET ME GO! [F/N] COME DOWN, COME TO ME PLEASE- I CAN'T DO THIS WITHOUT YOU!" She screamed. Despite her inhuman strength her muscles were so tired from both her injuries and the marathon here that she could barely even struggle in Seijun's hold, Just scream and scream as she tried to get out of her grasp.

[F/N] turned back, Walking on the roof like a lamb to the slaughter as he tried his best to ignore the gut-wrenching pain in his stomach. He had made up his mind, And as much as [F/N] adored Mitsuri it wasn't going to change anything.

Her screams got further and further away as he drew his sword once more.

As they did, He raised his head high and smiled.

☆♡☆

"Blood Demon Art: Electrokinesis, Third form: Thunder Swarm!"

Black bolts of ebony struck down from Kaigaku's blade, The steel conducting the movements as he brought it down onto the group of slayers he had been tracking for quite a while now.

Several yells called out into the vastness of the forest, Snow exploding into the air once the thunder whipped at the ground. Kaigaku cackled as he heard the screams of his prey, The game of cat and mouse had begun.

He had leapt out from one of the tree branches, Ones he had been carefully maneuvering on as he quietly trailed along with the group.

Kaigaku had struck at the right time, They had taken the bait. The red cloth was a carefully placed lure he had swiftly placed in order to lead them into a honey trap, It was easy. Especially once he knew who he was dealing with.

He was shocked at first. Not in a million years did he expect to come across them, Not at all. It was something that seemed impossible to him, But here he was pouncing in for the attack.

Gyomei, Zenitsu, Shizuko. Along with that boar-headed kid they were well-known targets, Once he had lain his eyes on them his heart seemed to soar in his chest. A sadistic kind of glee bursting up from inside of him.

People who had looked down on him in the past, People who had treated him like he was just another person and not the prodigy he really was. The kind of people he truly despised were right in front of him, All grouped together.

Even though he was ordered to attack the shrine from the other side, He had to take this. It was an opportunity he couldn't pass by on, Not for a single second.

They group was launched into the air. The force pushing them away from the focal point as Kaigaku watched the boar-headed kid land into a tree, Hitting his head and passing out while the other two kids were pushed off a steep hill.

He laughed like a closing in hyena. His body falling close to the ground as he prepared to land, All before a chain launches out of the snow dust, Hurtling straight towards the demon.

Kaigaku swerved. Only dodging the metal by a hair as the mist finally cleared, Revealing The Stone Hashira standing strong in-between the snow. Chains in hand he swayed them about as the axe in his hand started to swing between his fingers.

Another chain shot out from beneath his haori sending it straight towards him at nigh-impossible speeds.

Kaigaku breathed in to steady his style. Tossing his sword up into the air he threw out a hand and wrapped it tight around the chain. Tugging once he screamed out into the night

"Blood demon art-"

An explosion of electricity erupted out from his palms, A black current travelling down the steel chain as it quickly developed into a shockwave heading straight towards Gyomei.

Sensing the incoming thunder he let go of the chain and threw out the axe as it hurtled towards Kaigaku.

Catching his sword in a single hand Kaigaku brought it down with a clash! The metal hitting together with hot sparks bursting out from the sheer force of their connection.

Kaigaku landed on the floor. Gyomei's axe successfully deflected as he hit the ice, Steadying himself with a single hand as he peered up at the Hashira with a Cheshire grin.

"Gyomei.. You've bulked up a bit since I last saw you." Kaigaku sneered. A condescending drawl drawing out every syllable as he peered up at his former peer.

Gyomei halted in his actions, A sudden stop to his quick movements. Grasping the unelectrified chains it pulled on the axe, Catching it in a single hand as he froze in place.

"That voice.. It cannot be.." He muttered. Memories seemed sing out inside of his mind, Voices he remembered coming back to him for the first time in years. Ones he had pushed away, Hidden and ran from yet all coming up within the brutal song of the demon's voice.

Kaigaku's grin grew bigger.

"What? It's not the kid you let be thrown out? The person you discarded so easily? The one whose gonna put this blade through your skull?" Kaigaku cackled, Raising his sword and pointing to the sharp metal.

"Oh.. Right. My bad, You're unable to see the thing that's gonna to kill you. How sad!" Kaigaku laughed as he gripped the side of his head, Tufts of ebony hair sticking out as he hollered like it was the funniest thing in the world.

Gyomei's frown got sharper.

"A low hanging insult.. Even for you, Kaigaku.. It pains me to know how badly you've fallen.." Gyomei lamented as he recalled back on the time's they shared together.

Kaigaku, An orphaned child. One of nine who he had taken in at his temple, One of nine who he cared for like his very own. One of the children who he had worked himself down to the bone for, Tried his hardest everyday to provide for. Even going as far as to starve himself just so they would have enough food to satisfy them.

Even though he was blind, Even though he was starving almost every second of the day making him frail and scrawny he worked to provide.

He had considered them all family, Even if they had no blood connection it never mattered. The covenant was stronger than the womb, They loved each other no matter how bad it would get.

But that one fateful day, That one day was like carved stone in his mind. The wisteria incense put out, The betrayal he had known as he heard the screams of terror from the children he considered family.

Kaigaku had been a thief, He always had been. But when he had gone so far as to sneak out at night, Run into a demon and sacrifice the peers he had known just for a chance at survival that wasn't even guaranteed.

They were all slaughtered by the very thing Kaigaku chose to become. It proved how little he cared, How little humanity he had in the first place.

In the end, He could only save two. And it cost him his freedom, His chance at a normal life.

All because of the demon in front of him.

"How badly I've fallen? Gyomei, I'm upper six now! I've been risen to such great heights, By a man who could actually see my worth!" Kaigaku proclaimed, Raising his hands out as if to announce this to the world.

Gyomei paused, Letting the words sink in.

"Then.. I doubt that man was a good judge of character.. You've always been such a weaselly little boy." Gyomei stated. Even though he couldn't see he could practically feel the sudden drop in Kaigaku's smile.

Kaigaku stood there, The hands he had raise shook. This wasn't the answer he had been expecting from the man.

"..How dare you.. My master is an honourable man! He knows my worth!" Kaigaku yelled out. Baring his canines out towards The Stone Hashira who stood there motionless, Starting to rattle his beads once more.

"No.. You've always been such a pitiful little thing.. Such a selfish child.. You have as much worth as a rat in the gutter." Gyomei announced with such a sad and nostalgic tone, Yet it held so much weight that it felt like a stone to the head to Kaigaku.

His jaw fell agape, Displaying his rows of sharp teeth. From the way Kaigaku was imagining this day in his head, He didn't expect this of all responses.

He had envisioned the sheer pain drown out the features on Gyomei's face, Tears drip down from his eyes as he begged for forgiveness under the sharp point of Kaigaku's claws. He'd cry, Yell in pain as he was slowly mutilated in the slowest way possible.

He didn't expect to be fixed in place, Feet feeling so heavy he was unable to lift them. Unable to do anything as he stared him down. He felt helpless, So helpless. And that made him angry.

"I-I am powerful now! I am strong! You just can't comprehend how powerful I am now, Y-You're the one that's weak! You just can't believe how great I am now!" Kaigaku yelled, His voice suddenly sounding hoarse as he gripped the hilt of his sword tighter.

"Really.. Are you really that great?" Gyomei asked quietly.

"O-Of course I am!" Kaigaku yelled back in response.

"Then.. If you truly are.. You would know a distraction when you see one.." Gyomei finished.

Kaigaku's brow raised before a sudden prescense- No, Two presences appearing from behind him at nigh-impossible speeds.

He only turned around in time to see the two boys, Zenitsu and Shizuko, The two boys he knew so well raise their swords in a prepared attack.

"Thunder Breathing, First Form: Thunderclap and Flash"

"Earth Breathing, Second Form: Seismic Shake"

They screamed in unison, Only a few feet away from Kaigaku's stunned body as they raised their respective weapons. Thunder started to crackle at the metal of Zenitsu's katana while the murky smell of fresh compost emanated from Shizuko's machete as they charged towards him.

Kaigaku lowered his knee's and jumped back just in time to avoid the massive crater left in the place where he stood.

"You bastards-!" Kaigaku screamed out as he was flown out into the air. He looked down at the horrified visage of Zenitsu, While he scowled at the enraged Shizuko as they jumped up towards him once more.

"Ne, You're one to talk..!" Shizuko screamed as he used the tree branches to throw himself up to Kaigaku's level.

"K-Kaigaku.. How could you!" Zenitsu cried as he followed in his peer's footsteps.

"Oh shut up you wimp! You know exactly why!" Kaigaku screamed as he watched the two slayers come up towards him, Preparing another attack.

Just as the two were about to swing their weapons a metal flail flew out from beneath them all, Shooting out towards Kaigaku.

This isn't good, This isn't good at all. Kaigaku was seething, This moment was suppose to be glorious with him on top and those below quivering under his iron fist. But he had no more time to daydream as he was about to be attacked on three separate fronts.

Zenitsu directly below, Shizuko from the front and Gyomei from the side. He couldn't lose, He was special.

Quickly, Kaigaku had no time to think as he activated his blood demon art. His sword igniting as he yelled out his attack.

"Thunder Breathing, Fourth Form: Distant Thunder!"

Kaigaku screamed out as bolts erupted from the cold steel of his sword, A versatile attack reaching in all directions. Below, Front and side thunder crackled out in response to the attack.

He wouldn't let them kill him, Anyone but them. He knew he was worthy, But also knew he had to prove it.

And this was the perfect way

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Kokushibo stood in the middle of the rubble, Standing in the midst of broken wood, stone and clay as he examined his surroundings.

He had been thrown to the other side of the shrine, An unexpected force from the joint impact pushing him off the roof. Kokushibo had meant to get back to the fight, Get back to that accursed Hashira.

But as he looked around, He found himself hesitating.

He took a deep breath in, Inhaling the cold night's air into his lungs as he reminisced on old memories. It would be the last time he would ever get to experience this after all, The shrine was in complete disrepair now.

It was bittersweet, The memories he had here played in front of him like a reeling tape. How he'd come back from a mission only to be greeted with the smell of stewing vegetables and sweet berries. He'd smile and walk inside only to be greeted by [F/N] and Yorichii.

Now the mere scent of human food disgusted him.

The shrine would be destroyed, Not like there was much to save in the first place. The slayers had desecrated it, Infected it like parasites and transfigured it into something unrecognisable from its original state.

And just like a parasite leeching on the flesh of an arm, The only solution was to cut it off. It wasn't her shrine he was destroying, No. It was already gone, He was just levelling another base of operations. Nothing more.

Kokushibo was brought out of his thoughts by the sound of footsteps hitting the tiles, A slow pace as they walked up to his location down below in the garden

He turned, Looking up to see that slayer on top of a roof point, Balancing on a single foot. The moon shone down from behind him, High in the sky to illuminate their oncoming brawl as his haori danced in the breeze.

A neuron clicked within Kokushibo's mind once his sight connected with the mans stance, A realisation dawning on him.

"You.. I remember you now.." Kokushibo drawled as he fully turned over to look up at him.

"Really? I don't remember us ever meeting." [F/N] said carelessly, Yet there was still a hint of curiosity in him as he waited for the demon to go on.

"No.. We have not met.. But you, You are the slayer who killed one thousand of my kind.. In a single year.." Kokushibo said, Eyes narrowing as he stared him down.

He remembered his the notice from his master ringing inside his mind, The announcement demanding the death of this slayer for the crime of efficiency. This one single demon hunter had managed to cause such alarm in Muzan, A feat never done before.

They had never managed to catch him, The slayer was rather tricky.

Moved about place to place and never lingered long, Never slept in any inn's or districts. Any demon that did come face to face with him however was instantly shot down and killed in seconds.

Normally, Kokushibo would hate to see a waste of talent die out. He never understood why slayers would prefer staying human, Instead of becoming a demon to perfect and hone their technique to perfection.

But knowing the weight this man had, Knowing the haori he disgraced and the artefacts he wore with no care. Kokushibo had no bargain to present to the slayer, Instead enticed by bringing his head back to Muzan for the reward.

"What is your name.." Kokushibo asked.

"Fujimori." [F/N] replied, Shrugging his shoulders.

"Your full name.." Kokushibo prodded.

[F/N] wondered why he wanted to know, Why it was necessary information. But in the end he supposed that the demon wanted to know what name to write on the trophy stand.

"It's just Fujimori." [F/N] answered back, If that was the case then he wouldn't give him the satisfaction. If he was going down then he was going to make it as inconvenient as possible for his killer.

Kokushibo breathed out hot air from his nose. The careless tone in the slayers voice angered him, How could he be taking this so casually? A fight with Uppermoon one and he took it like child's play.

It was infuriating.

He drew out his sword once more, The flesh pulsating as it grew out in length. [F/N] in turn drew his own blade from the sheathe on his back, Pointing it at him like the judge to the accused.

"Alright then. Don't hold out now, Better give me all you've got!" [F/N] laughed as he jumped down from the shrine spire, Sword raised as he swung it down.

"Soul Breathing, First Form: Psyche Cutter!" He screamed, Sword alight with white wisps as it hit down onto the place Kokushibo once was, Rocks erupting out leaving only a crater.

[F/N] turned around, Seeing Kokushibo about to pierce into his back he raised his sword in response.

Metal on flesh connected with a clash! Both swordsmen's blades pushed against each other, Battling for that single opening to end the fight once and for all. [F/N] struggled, Letting out little groans as Kokushibo's strength was unmatchable.

Kokushibo yelled out, A pained scream. He swung out a forceful attack making [F/N] back up as their swords rapidly connected back and forth, Withdrawing and crashing right back into each other. If [F/N] stopped for a single moment, He'd be cut down.

[F/N] could barely dodge the oncoming breathing techniques as he tried to let off his own, It was one after the other so much that he couldn't take his mind away. He supposed it was a good thing.

Mitsuri's face, That desperate expression. Her hysterical screams for him to come back, To not do what he needed to. It was all set into the stone of his mind, Appeared when he blinked and hallucinated her voice.

[F/N] was thankful he had no time to think about it.

Their blades made sparks burst out like a faulty lighter. [F/N] started to struggle, The grip on his sword beginning to fall despite his iron-clad grip. His grin never faltered though, This was what he had been expecting.

[F/N] was only human, His stamina was bound to run out eventually and he knew this.

Jumping back up onto the roof to avoid another attack, Kokushibo quickly followed after. It was labouring as [F/N] tried to balance both his feet and his continued slashes at the same time, Being pushed back by the force of the demon's blade.

He felt his breath get heavier with each inhale, The pain in his chest doing nothing to help him as he felt his fingers ache. He only had so much left to go before his body finally gave up, Before he collapsed. This was [F/N] chance, To go out in one single blaze, Hopefully taking down the Uppermoon with him. His final action as a slayer.

Ever since he saw the kanji in his eyes, Ever since he felt the raw power coming off of him [F/N] knew what action to take.

The Eighth Form of Soul Breathing. The most powerful of them all, An attack that left [F/N] bloodied and beaten into a coma the first time he used it. Hospitalized for months in critical condition.

The year onwards he hadn't used it, He didn't dare. It was an attack only supported by the blade he was wielding, The Soul Sword. An attack that utilized the trapped spirits in the blade, Using the power of them all in one devastating move affecting both the user and target.

He felt the trapped souls of one thousand course through the hilt of the blade as they continued to duel against each other in rapid motions, The concentrated spirits radiating through his skin. If he used this attack, It was bound to kill both him and anyone in the surrounding area.

But Kokushibo? He wasn't sure.

Thankfully however the evacuations were successful, [F/N] had made sure to check. Everyone was out and at least a few miles away from the shrine, It was just the two of them now fighting to the death.

[F/N] smiled lightly. No one would get in the way, Not the hand-maidens, Not Mitsuri, No one. There would be no casualties on [F/N]'s hands, That was good.

[F/N] needed to try. To end it all and try to bring at least something good out of his death, To bring something good out of his life for once.

But then, He caught the faint hue of carmine red.

The mask's eyes widened as it caught the vivid colour tucked hidden within the rubble, It was barely there but [F/N] could make out a face. One that sparked up his own in recognition.

It was Maika.

Maika sat hidden behind a torn wall, She looked wounded with her kosobe being stained in thick ichor. She stared wide-eyed at the fight, Looking absolutely horrified. Her hands cupped over her mouth, Not daring to speak for a second.

But what concerned [F/N] the most was her legs, They were trapped under a large wall crumbled down onto her. She was unable to get out.

No.. No this wasn't good. [F/N]'s heart beat faster and faster by the moment, Losing concentration from the fight as he stared the injured girl head on trying to make sense of the sight in front of him.

Maika was still here, She had somehow gotten back to the shrine only to get caught within the destruction. Did the evacuation team miss her? Did they not find her? [F/N] felt his jaw shake, He couldn't use the Eight Form. Not while she was still here.

[F/N] dragged his eyes away from the girl, Trying not to alert the demon of her presence. Before he had taken this fight with a careless grin but as he saw the young girl there, Injured and terrified the stakes had finally hit him.

Her life was at stake, And somewhere deep inside him he wasn't willing to let that life slip through his fingers.

He can die any other day, But she needed to go on. Maika was too young.

[F/N] pushed himself up into the air, Sword readying itself above his head as he ignored the implications of his thoughts. He couldn't use the eighth form, Not while Maika was here. So [F/N] had to settle on the next best thing as the wisps grew into a blazing inferno.

"Soul Breathing, Seventh Form: Takamagahara's Wrath, Divine Judgement."

Moonlight danced around his sword as gravity pulled him down forward straight to the demon. Spirits trailed along as energy picked up. He felt the air shift around him and the energy pulse in his sword.

Kokushibo raised his own sword once again, A counterattack ready to happen.

"Sixteenth Form: Moonbow, Half Moon"

His sword moved up and before he knew it, [F/N]'s sword was at his neck, Sharp side pressing into the side of his neck. [F/N] screamed out, Exerting his energy as the fibres of Kokushibo's neck started to tear-

SLASH!

[F/N] landed on the other side of the roof, Sandal soles lightly touching the ground as he steadied himself.

[F/N] stood there completely still, The only movements of his figure was the light breeze passing through his clothing. He sheathed his sword, All before his knee's shook and [F/N] stumbled hard.

Copper was tasted at the tip of his tongue as he stumbled around on the roof losing his balance. He could only feel the sudden burn in his abdomen as his foot pressed down onto nothing, Letting him tip off the roof.

That speed, That blinding speed. Kokushibo didn't utilise it before, He had been formidable yet.. [F/N] felt the dawning realisation rise.

Kokushibo had been toying with him.

He had drawn out this fight, Holding back his true strength. Those cuts placed onto [F/N]'s body were a way to torture him, To let his blood be drawn and to feel agonising pain in the highest degree.

[F/N] never stood a chance.

[F/N] knew this was what he wanted, The thing he had been craving this entire time. This should of been a sweet release, Yet there was such a bitter aftertaste that it filled his mouth along with the blood. Overwhelming his senses.

He still wanted this, He did. It was a happy finality, It didn't matter whether he was in an immense amount of pain or not. It didn't matter at all. Yet the thought of Maika's fate was the one to spoil that moment.

Would she be okay? Would she be discovered by the demon?

He could barely comprehend the question as he hit the ground, World going red.

☆♡☆

Hack, Slash, Hack, Slash!

Kaigaku had barely any time to dodge the unrelenting slashes of Zenitsu, All while dodging the bloodthirsty hits of Shizuko's machete. Both desperate to get to his neck, To sever it and take it as their reward.

It wasn't even the most difficult part. Gyomei had still not moved an inch from his stance on the snow yet he kept sending out axe then flail, Ones Kaigaku couldn't even dodge at times due to the velocity at which they went.

Even then Kaigaku asked himself why Gyomei didn't dare to move from his position, This wasn't like the man he knew. The one who would charge head first into a problem and tackle it head on. It made him angry, Gyomei should be trying to kill him yet he chose to refrain.

And it made him absolutely livid when he found out the reason. Gyomei Himejima, The man who he had lived with for several years, The man who was his family only to be abandoned and ruined the life of all because of Kaigaku was holding back.

All because he still harboured love for him.

Kaigaku yelled out in frustration as he prepared another blood demon art, This time focusing off of the two boys who were still hurling attacks and insults at him as he targeted Gyomei instead.

The thought of him holding back infuriated Kaigaku to no end. Stupid human feelings.. It was disgusting. The notion of it, The action of it, The feelings that rose up inside Kaigaku himself were all absolutely disgusting.

"You fucking bitch!" Shizuko screamed as he charged at Kaigaku once more, Machete wildly trying to hack away at his neck.

Kaigaku dodged. Completely ignoring him in favour of charging at the other man as he got behind Shizuko, Pushing his foot into the dip of his back he used the forced momentum to launch him forward towards Gyomei.

"You absolutely worthless human being!" Kaigaku screamed His sword was raised as he charged at the blind man. Kaigaku ignored the way Gyomei's frown got deeper, Ignoring the way his own grew deeper as well as he got closer and closer. Black sparks jolting out from the metal.

"Himejima-san!" Zenitsu cried as he gave chase, Doing all he could to ignore the past both him and the demon shared as his blade charged up.

Shizuko joined in, Screaming his master's name as Kaigaku got closer. It was clear, Gyomei couldn't kill Kaigaku, He wouldn't. The memories they had shared together were too strong to be cut down for him.

He would rather die than kill one of his kids.

Despite how much Shizuko respected his master, He chided him for letting that get in the way. Even though Shizuko shared the same memories as Gyomei did with Kaigaku, He never let it get in the way.

Not in the way of his work.

Kaigaku was only a few inches away, Sword lightly grazing the skin of Gyomei's neck about to be cut down in an instant.

Come back, Now.

Kaigaku's eyes widened. The voice of Kokushibo, His master, Rang throughout his head. The telepathic link connected to him sounding an indescribable tone in his voice, Something he had never heard off his master before.

Emotion..

Kaigaku jolted away from Gyomei, Landing a few feet away from him as he skidded on the ground.

Zenitsu and Shizuko rushed over to Gyomei's side as he stood there frozen, Kaigaku had stopped. His senses told him so but for what reason.

Kaigaku looked back at the group and snarled at the feeling so persistant on bubbling up inside him. It was weakness, Human emotion. He had no time to think it over as he took off in a single shot of lightning, Leaving the group behind.

Shizuko snapped his head over to the sound of faraway thunder only to realise that the bastard was gone, Escaped while he was concerned over Gyomei's safety.

He gritted his teeth and screamed out into the night after him.

"Ne, Come back and face us! You're a coward, You've always been a coward.. COME BACK AND FIGHT US!" Shizuko hollered out, Voice echoing through the vast treeline surrounding them.

Shizuko could only hope that the demon he once called his brother could hear his yells as he was chased off into the night.

☆♡☆

Erratic sputters of blood erupted from [F/N]'s throat, Making ichor drip out of his mask and down his chin, Staining his already drenched uniform.

Everything hurt, Everything hurt so bad unlike before. [F/N] kept telling himself to breathe, In and out. It would be over soon, Everything will be over soon. He wouldn't need to worry anymore, He had got what he wanted.

[F/N]'s body made spasms, Wild jerks of motion as his back was propped up against fallen stone.

When he fell he had landed into a pile of rubble. Jaded rocks jagged into his flesh, Opening wounds and bursting blood vessels. If his vision wasn't blurry enough, The dust that came up from his heavy landing had made it nigh-impossible to see.

It was a miracle [F/N] was holding on as long as he was. The wound cut so deep into his abdomen that you could near see his guts. He had lost a lot of blood too, More than a normal person could survive losing.

He could barely make out the shape of the maiden only a few feet away cried quietly.

"F-Fujimori-sama.. Fujimori-sama.." She wept. Tears were left unashamedly flowing down her face as [F/N] lolled his head to meet hers.

He had to blink once to remove the visage of Mitsuri appearing on her face. It was funny, [F/N] had never noticed the visual similarities between the two until now. If his lungs were in shape, He might of laughed at the thought.

"Mi-Maika.. Listen closely.." [F/N] rasped out. Voice hoarse as dry as the maiden nodded quickly, Intently ready to hear his final words.

"Y-You need to trust me here.. Y-You won't be able to get out in time.. So.. I need you to get under the rubble.. H-Hide yourself.. Alright?" [F/N] coughed up more blood, Staining the inside of his mask as Maika's eyes widened.

"D-Don't make a noise.. No matter what happens to me or.. Or what you see.. O-Only until sunrise are you to come out.. Only once you know its safe.." [F/N] wheezed as he watched a shape in the mist start to form.

"Q-Quickly.." At his final word enunciated Maika quickly pushed herself under the rocks, Burrowed her small body into the tight space until all [F/N] could see was the moonlight's reflection on her eyes.

[F/N] smiled weakly, He hoped it would be enough to keep her hidden. Enough to save her life as he watched the figure in the fog take shape into his assailant, The man who would be his executioner.

"Pathetic.. Really.. You were able to take out one thousand of my kind.. Yet you fell to me, Even when putting in your all you just couldn't win.." He drawled out, Making sure to pronounce every syllable. Mocking the man, A sharp frown etched into his face yet [F/N] could tell he was enjoying this. Every last second.

[F/N] felt his vision double, A dark haze appearing over the horizon of his eyes. He could barely hear what Kokushibo was about to say next, All blurring into white noise.

He felt the dark haze thicken, He didn't hesitate to let it swallow him whole.

Kokushibo breathed out air from his nose, Returning his blade back to its hilt as he took slow strides towards the fallen man. He watched as his head lolled from side to side, Most definetly in a state of semi-conciousness from the blood loss.

It really was pathetic. If this man didn't bring up such horrid memories, If his very cells didn't make his blood boil he might of offered this man to become a demon. A way to forever hone his already impressive skills.

It was a waste, But it didn't matter now. This Hashira will die by his blade, It was near-written in the stars.

Kokushibo stopped in front of his incapacitated body. All six of his eyes taking in the sight before him as he crouched down to the mans level.

He was sprawled out, Body black and blue in so many places.

Kokushibo knew he was still somewhat awake, In between death and life. Even in such a spot he should've been able to move, Say something at least.

But the man never said anything. Kokushibo lowered a brow, It was if his body was fighting tooth and nail to stay alive yet his mind was ready to give up. It puzzled him, Any other slayer would be fighting whole heartedly to stay alive yet this one decided to go out without complaint.

"You.. Fujimori. You are such a miserable creature.. Everything about you is simply.. enraging" Kokushibo seethed as his eyes moved onto the rest of him. Kokushibo reached a single hand out to grasp the soft fabric of his haori.

"This haori.. How you were able to get a hold on it confuses me.. Yet angers me all the same. The way you wear it.. The way you no doubt have stained it with blood of those you've killed.. The way you wear it is a disgrace to it's true owner.." Kokushibo lamented. His voice growing only a tone drier.

He trailed a thumb over the pattern. The scales of the dragon were soft under his touch, It made a chill go down his back. How he was able to get his hands on this homemade pattern he didn't know, He had buried it with his sister's body.

Yet here it was, Caressed under his claw.

"The gods may be punishing me.. Making me look at it again.. But I suppose it does not matter now, Not to you.." Kokushibo said. His hand trailed up the man's body, All the way up to the rim of the kitsune mask.

He trailed a talon along his jawline, Deep enough only to make his body twitch at the touch.

"Not to mention the precious artefacts.. One's you wear and wield like your everyday kimono.. Disgraceful." His talon moved up to dig under the brim of the mask. Kokushibo watched on intently as his claw played with the leather strap wrapping behind the mans head.

"I am unsure whether you can hear me.. yet.. If you can.. I want you to watch as I tear out your intestines.. A fitting punishment for your crimes.." Kokushibo whispered.

His claw started to rip the leather slowly. The hide easily coming apart as he tore it down once.

It broke.

The fox mask fell to the floor, A loud clatter hitting the floor.

Kokushibo's heart stopped in his chest.

What.. What is this?

The smoke around them seemed to settle down back to where it came from. The moon was raised high in the sky, Looking down upon the scene from the heavens.

Kokushibo's hand retracted instantly, His body jerking away like he had just touched hot coal.

All sets of eyes went like saucers, All fixed down to the young woman in front of him.

It.. It was [F/N].

His little sister..

No- That was impossible. It couldn't be.. She had perished in his arms over five hundred years ago. He held her cold corpse, He cradled her cadaver begging any god who could hear him to bring her back to him. His tears wet her corpse.

Before this was a man, A man of stature unlike his little sister's. Yet when he took off the mask.. One moment it was the man he had defeated, The next it was her.. But.. It couldn't be her, He was hallucinating again. It couldn't.. It just couldn't!

Yet Kokushibo nudged forward. He reached out a hesitant hand. His fingers lightly cupped her cheek, So delicately as if she'd break from a single touch like a porcelain doll.

He felt the fading warmth in her cheeks, He felt her skin corporeal in his hands.

She was real but..

He heard a soft whisper come out from her throat, Something repeated over and over like a broken tape.

He moved his ear closer to her

His eyes only grew wider once he made out what it was

"M.. Mi-Michi..Nii.."

She mumbled softly, Blood still leaking out of her mouth. Kokushibo's jaw fell agape, His grasp of her cheek growing shaky.

There was no doubt

She was real, She was here.

But how.. How could she be here?

Kokushibo felt his vision start to blur yet never felt the hot tears leaking out of his eyes.. He was crying. She.. She said his name.

His jaw shook as he looked down at her, He saw the red ichor leak out of her gut. He saw the thousands of cuts placed onto her skin, All the bruises and the blood.

Did.. Did he do that?

Memories hit him. Back to that day in the snow, The day almost identical to the present. The day he saw the wound in her back.. The day she died..

Kokushibo yelled.

His body moved for him. In a single second he wrapped his arms around her and hoisted her up onto his shoulder, Carefully cradling her body like a small child in his hold as he started sobbing.

He felt her blood stain his kimono, He felt a panic shock him to his very core.

She was going to die.

That thought on its own was enough to send him into a bloodlust. It didn't matter how she was here, How she was reunited with him once more. It all faded into the back of his mind as the one task came clear in his mind.

He couldn't let death take her away from him, Not again. He couldn't lose her, He needed to keep her alive.

The one person whose ever loved him more than Yorichii. She needed to live.

Kokushibo yelled out to Kaigaku in his mind, The telepathic link connected from him to Tsuguko calling out to him. Telling him to come back. They needed to go, He needed to save her life.

The shrine didn't matter, It was if it never existed to him anymore. Going after the evacuees nor searching for useful information throughout the ruins were not a thought going through him.

Carefully making sure she was secure in his hold he pushed her head into the crook of his neck, Made sure her arms were locked around his neck as he watched Kaigaku run up on the horizon.

"M-Master..!" He called out to him as he ran. However his pace skidded to a halt once he came in front of the event unfolding before him.

His master was holding a maimed girl.. And he was crying.

"Wh-What is-"

"Quiet." Kokushibo hissed, His tears still fresh and flowing down his cheeks as he let out a harsh silence.

Kaigaku didn't push him any further. Shut his jaw and listened, The curiosity killed on his tongue yet the incredulous expression still played out on his face.

"We are leaving. Now." Kokushibo said.

Kaigaku nodded quickly. Bowing down low to show respect as he watched his master turn away, Softly running his fingers through the hair of the girl he held. Kaigaku was baffled, He couldn't understand it.

"Nakime!" Kokushibo yelled out.

And in a single strum of a biwa, They were gone.

☆♡☆

The sun rose up in the sky. Clementine skies painted like a tapestry, Only stopped by the misty clouds adorning the atmosphere. Cold air dancing on passer-by's skin as soft sunlight shone down towards the butterfly mansion.

It was lively. Crowds of escapee's and refugee's flooded into the gates of the mansion desperate for medical attention as the staff ran around trying to tend to them all. They all arrived on wagons, Coming out in groups.

As several people walked by they were lightly pushed out the way. Mitsuri ran like hell through the crowds, The lime hue of her eyes scanning every wagon. Every person who resembled [F/N] even if only a little bit.

She asked around. Asking any person she could find to see if they know of her whereabouts, All came up empty. None knowing where she was.

Mitsuri was in the middle of talking to a shrine-maiden when she heard her name called out from the side of the mansion.

"Kanroji-sama!"

She snapped her head over, Only to be met with Tanjiro.

He was standing in one of the nooks in the garden, The one next to the shed with several trays of plant life growing along the windowsill.

Mitsuri rushed over to him. A glimmer of hope rising up inside her, Tanjiro. If anyone was to know where she was, It would be Tanjiro. He was apart of the rescue team after all

"Kanroji-sama.. I'm glad I found you." Tanjiro greeted her, Bowing once. Mitsuri returned it rather hastily with a last-minute smile. "No. I'm glad I found you, Tanjiro.. I've been all over.. But.." Mitsuri huffed, Her injuries still severe as she had to take a breath.

Tanjiro laid a hand on her back, Patting it lightly as if to relieve her pain.

"Thank you, Tanjiro.. I came to ask.. H-Have you seen [F/N]? Was she able to evacuate or.. In fact, Have you seen Fujimori?" Mitsuri said. She grasped Tanjiro's hands into her own, Hope shining in her eyes as she looked at him.

Tanjiro frowned a little.

"N-No.. I haven't seen [F/N], Nor have I seen Fujimori-sama.. I'm sorry." Tanjiro apologised.

The grasp on his hand felt lighter, Mitsuri's smile faltering only slightly as she gulped down the overhanging feeling in her gut.

"I.. I see.. Thank you anyways, I.. I better get back to searching." Mitsuri said. She tried to keep her normal tone, Her normal bubbly tone that she wore everyday without effort yet there was an undeniable fumble as she walked off.

"Wait!" Tanjiro called out.

Mitsuri turned back around to see Tanjiro search his pockets, All before fishing and holding up a folded envelope in his hands.

"I haven't seen [F/N].. But, Fujimori-sama gave me this letter.. He told me to deliver it to you.." Tanjiro announced as he presented it to Mitsuri.

A letter.

A sudden cold sweat washed over Mitsuri. A bad feeling came up in her gut as she walked over.

Mitsuri took the envelope in her hands. The soft paper feeling like sandpaper in her touch. She steadied her breathing, Trying not to break down in front of her Junior.

Taking in a deep breath she carefully picked off the wax seal and unfolded the envelope. Watching as the folds came undone only to drop a pristine piece of white paper in her hands.

She started to read.

To Mitsuri, My dearest friend.

This probably isn't the letter you wanted from me, I know that and I've tried to make it better so it won't hurt as much.

This is about the fiftieth time I've tried to write this letter, Over and over again I've tried to find the right words to say to try and make it perfect, But every time I just end up throwing it out.

So I've decided to just speak my mind, Let it all out. No more redo's. Alright?

First off this isn't your fault, It's not at all. I've been feeling this way for as long as I can remember and I've tried and tried to find a way to feel something else other than monotony or subservience. Sake and such. but nothing has ever worked for me. So I want you to know that however I died, Whether I found someone strong enough to kill me or that I finally found the gut's to do it myself. I want you to know I did it I did on my on volition. I chose this, You have nothing to feel bad over.

Life just isn't worth living for me. I remember getting asked a short while ago what my purpose in life was, What my motivation was. It ate away at me for a while trying to find an answer. But In truth I have none except for protect those I hold dearest to me, Yet once I found out that my single motive became obsolete I now realise that what we call a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die.

I'm living a lie, Everyday I go to work as someone I'm not because of myself. It's pathetic. There isn't any meaning, I'm sorry for saying this but as these are my last words I feel like it's necessary.

I feel like I missed out on a lot of things. A family, My childhood, A normal life. All of these things I feel like have slipped out of my grasp away from me, And I can't get them back and that hurts me more than I can put into words. Everyday it haunts me and I just can't take it anymore.

But, I lied earlier when I said nothing made me feel something other that monotony.

The truth is its you. You were the only thing that made me feel like I had a family, Like I had my childhood, Like I was a normal person for once in my stupid little life. I adore you, Tsuri. I really do.

Do you remember that day on the porch? You probably don't but I do, I know it was just a one off thing you did for me but at the time I felt like a little girl for once, I felt so happy in that single moment and it meant the absolute world to me. It was probably the first time I ever had a genuine smile on my face. I treasure that memory so very dearly.

Please don't feel sad over me, I don't want that. I love you so so much and I know you probably don't feel the same. I'm sorry you had to put up with me, You deserved a better friend than me.

If Shizuko ever finds out the truth, Tell him his big sister is sorry she couldn't be there for him and that I'm so proud of him for becoming a slayer.

I love you, And I wish I said it sooner

-[F/N] Fujimori

"Kanroji-sama..?" Tanjiro asked, Taking a step towards her.

The letter shook in her grasp, Letting the envelope fall to the floor as she gripped the letter in both hands.

"Kanroji-sama.." Tanjiro watched as wet splotches started to stain the letter, All before the woman he looked up to fall to the floor

And scream.

Next Chapter

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Runaway {Part 7}

Runaway Masterlist

DNI/BYF

Synopsis: You finally find your spirit sister. And Ronal has a talk with you.

//this is pretty short. But the other chapter is gonna be like angst + long chapter. So There's that to look forward too

You waited. Holding your breath. Feeling like a kid being scolded for letting your brothers get in trouble. Something along those lines. 

“Y/n”

You lowered your ears waiting. 

“As you know the Tulkun will arrive soon. And since you’ve done such a great job in your training. We decided to gift you this” 

You let go of the breath you were holding. Watching as they handed you a spear and a new knife. You would only stare at the detail that was engraved into the spear handle. The Knife had a nice hue of blue, transparent and delicate. Not having a single scratch on it. 

“I” You stuttered, shifting your gaze to Ao’nung. Who only gave you a shrug. 

You had thought you were in deep waters now. But you just watched the gifts sparkle. Like water and like that of the stars. 

You turned to look behind you. Your parents are smiling proudly.  Clearly you were missing something. “Happy Birthday Y/n” 

You gasped. Have you really forgotten your own birthday? Did you really forget that it was today?

“I uh. Thank you!” You nodded. Taking the gifts in hand. Your old knife had long been cracked and scratched. You hadn’t really put much thought to it but it was worse for wear. You figured you could use a new spare knife. 

“The Tulkun! They have Returned” Roxto butted into the Marui. You only laughed as you watched him get smacked at the shoulder. No doubt by Kiri. 

“The Tulkun!” Tsireya couldn’t wait. Didn't even say goodbye as she went to go and announce. You smiled at your parents. Finally This could be it. This could be the time. 

You were guided out. Holding your father’s hand in your own. As you were lead out of the pod. You had watched this once before. But it never ceased to take your breath away. Watching everyone go. You stayed behind. Looking at Ronal. 

“Are you going to go too?”

You watched her face. You knew things were different. But you still thought to ask. 

“No… not yet at least. But please go. Seek any and your sister will call to you too”  

You nodded. Quickly heading to your Family Marui leaving your gifts there before calling to your Ilu. Feeling the water again after your mind being clouded felt nice. 

You watched as everyone around you had found their spirit siblings. Smile forming on your features as you continue to look. 

And then it happened. Deep in your core you heard a deep sigh and you looked. Eyes searching, before landing on a Tulkun. Farther down than most. And by the looks of it old. Older than all the other ones. 

You didnt wait to think about how deep this tulkun was. You just headed down and signed

‘Hello’ 

It watched you. 

‘Are you okay dear?’

‘I am alright. I am just old’

‘I am sorry’

‘What is your name my dear?’

You smiled, biting your lip as you introduced yourself . And she in turn. 

‘Where is your spirit sister’ Umiri Asked you. 

‘ I do not have one’ You let go of your breathe suddenly realizing how far down you were. And she seemed to realize this too. Gently nudging you as you finally broke the surface. Gasping for air and letting out some coughs. Making everyone turn to you. 

It finally seemed that the elder Tulkun had finally found a sister in you. 

“Thank you” You signed laughing a little as you coughed a final time. 

If this is what they meant in feeling this bond burn your lungs and want to hug someone close. It was the best damn feeling. 

The Quiet cheers. The little music begins. You had finally done it. You have finished it all. You are Metkayina now. 

‘Thank you’ you signed letting Umiri carry you as you basked in the sun. 

—---------------

“Eywa has blessed us with a Fine new Warrior. You are Metkayina now Y/n” Tonowari spoke. Welcoming you to the celebrations that was now being held in your honor. 

You could not be happier. That it had finally happened. You had hoped that it would all be back home of course. But whatever you could get. 

Dancing made your heart soar. Your spirit had been lifted. You could get use to this high. 

You had danced with all your family.  Them happily congratulating you. Finally Speaking to Neteyam one on one. 

“I am happy Sister.”

“ I am too” You smiled finally sitting down letting your feet rest a bit. 

“Im Glad your alive” 

“I am too” 

Neteyam held your hand in his. He honestly hadn’t been able to touch you in any sense given the last time he did you were ice cold. He was afraid that if he did he would wake up and it all would have been a dream. That you were dead and that things had not gone how he wanted to. 

“Now look at you. Pretty soon id follow in your foot steps” 

“Yes i do hope” You looked at him and then the crowd. “Anyone you have your eyes on?”

“Not particularly yet” He admitted letting you go. “And what about Ao’nung?”

You only smacked him on the hand. “Be quiet. I would prefer not to get into trouble you know”

“I am serious However. Have you talked to mom and Dad about it?”

“Well no..”

“Well you better. Because it seems Ao’nung is talking to his” 

You turned to look. His gaze had long left you as he talked to his mother and father. You saw Tonowari’s weary expression as Ronal Gently scold him. You couldn't make it out from where you were. But you watch Ao’nung’s expression fall as she whispers something to him. Turning his attention to his little brother. 

Quickly as it happened you turned your head away as you saw Ronal’s Angry expression. Soothing as she composed yourself. 

You bit your tongue hoping that if anything. Everything would be okay. 

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“I Trusted you Y/n. I had faith in you and i let you in to my family” 

You could only choke down some sobs. After the entire thing Ronal had decided to speak with you. Excusing your family and her own. It was just you two

And for once you never truly felt alone until now. 

“I am sorry my Tsahik”

“You are a clever girl. You are smart and brave. But you are not what  i would approved as the next Tsahik” 

You nodded. Tightening your fists as you saw her circle you. It was as if a large predator had cornered you. And at this moment you wish to take it all back. You valued Ronal’s opinion. She had been the one to see you first before anyone else including your own family. 

You Should have build this relationship up some more. Make Ronal see your value. But instead You got close to her without telling her about the harboring feelings you had for her son and he in turn. 

You understood why she felt betrayed. 

“ I dont want you near my Family anymore Y/n. For i have been merciful on your family for the chaos you all have brought into my own” 

You nodded. Letting the tears slip. Before opening your mouth. 

“ I will i will… but please do not punish my family for my actions. I swear. I swear ill stay away but have mercy on them please” 

You watched her glare ease but never really went away

“Be gone from this Marui. And dont speak to Ao’nung again. I will talk to him tonight. I dont want to know that you two been together. Understood” 

You nodded rapidly. Her claws sinking into you some more before letting you go. 

You swore this hurt so much more than the bullet you had taken for your brother.

You ran so far and so quickly into your family Marui that you didn’t bother to bid them goodnight. 

Who would have thought the best moment of your life. Would also be the very worst.

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[littlewriterfullofwords]

Secret Santa is here! @xsweetelegantdisasterx I hope you were good this year🤔

Anyways, here's a present for you🎁

Parring: gn!reader x Amamiya Masaki

Summary: Being Cobra's sibling might be hard but dealing with outsiders? Different story

Warnings: harsh language

A/N: Hi, Aimee! Merry Christmas, I hope you have a great time with your family. I hope you enjoy my little present 🖤

"Long time no see!" The door to Naomi's diner opened widely as you walked in with a smile on your lips and a few wounds on your face.

"Finally." Noboru in two steps walked up to you and hugged you tightly, almost killing you with his love. "We were worried."

"As always." You laughed but coughed due to lack of air. "Let. Me. Breath."

Noboru immediately stepped back and smiled shyly. He might not look like that but he was strong, especially his hugs.

"So where were you?" Yamato, when Noboru moved, hugged you, more gently than his friend.

"Ah, everywhere." Your answer was very general. "Done some fighting. Met new people. Basic stuff."

"You always do your 'basic stuff' and come back in blood." Summarized Noboru.

"I hope it's not your blood." Finally, Cobra, who has been silent from the moment you had walked in, spoke up, making you all three look at him.

"Well...most of it ain't mine." You said with a proud smile. "Just random men in the Nameless City. No biggie."

Cobra said nothing, only rolled his eyes, but you knew he was smiling inside. He could look cold but come on, he wasn't a monster. 

"Sit." Noboru, who disappeared for a second, came back with a first aid kit and pointed at the chair. "You need to look like a person."

"Nah, I'm fine." You walked up to the bar to talk to Naomi, who greeted you with a smile and a glass of water.

"Sit." Before you took a sip, someone grabbed you by the waist and dragged to the chair where you realized it was Yamato.

"I haven't been here for two weeks and you all act as if I just came back from a war." Your eyes moved to Cobra who was looking through the window. "Calm down, guys. I can handle myself."

"You sure?" The door opened again and two men came in.

When you realized who they were, you literally jumped up from your chair and hid behind Yamato's body, only peaking over his elbow.

"That's you?" A brown haired man pointed at you with a confused expression on his face. "Why are you here?"

"You know them?" Asked Noboru quietly, not moving his eyes from the guests.

"Amamiya brothers." Interrupted Cobra, slowly got up from his seat and walked in front of his friends. "What do you want?"

"Why are they here?" Masaki was still pointing at you, his eyes jumping from one person to another, including his brother. "Why?!"

"Not your business, giraffe." You hissed with a teasing smile.

"That's not what you called me a week ago." Masaki raised his eyebrow and smiled.

"No, I called you a bastard." Finally you came out from behind Yamato and faced brothers. "By the way, Cobra is my brother."

With that being said, you grabbed the first aid and went to the bathroom that Naomi let you all use.

A hot shower, that was something you needed. And fuck the stinging of the wounds, you enjoyed every second of the warmth on your skin, every hot drop tracing your body curves and the feeling of relief and relax. During those two weeks you were away, you forgot how the hot shower felt, you only had cold water and only from time to time, so now it was a blessing from the universe you could spend your sweet time in the warmth.

After you were done, clean and dry, you put on a hoodie that was hanging in the bathroom, probably one of the boys' and sweatpants you had with you, the one that wasn't covered in blood.

"Okay." Quick look in the mirror and you left the bathroom.

"Took you long enough." Joked Masaki when you again appeared in the diner.

"Mind your business, would you?" You sat next to Cobra, letting everyone in the room see the similarities between you two.

"I don't know what's going on between you two but cut it." Hiroto interrupted your childish argument and looked at Cobra who hasn't lifted his eyes even for a second. "You know what's going on. Won't you do something?"

"I don't know what's going on." Yamato looked and sounded confused. "Can someone enlighten me?"

"People are getting killed, buildings are burning, you know, basic stuff." Explained Masaki with a shrug. "No biggie."

"Well, your BETTER brother acts like the world is ending." You interrupted. "I guess it is a biggie."

"Better?" Masaki looked offended. "Excuse you? You didn't sl-"

"You are a bit late." Again, Cobra, after some time of silence, spoke up and looked at the Amamiya brothers. "It is being taken care of while we are talking."

"What?" Masaki got up from his seat and slammed his hands on the table. "We came here for nothing?"

"Anyone invited you?" You raised your eyebrow and smiled. "Don't remember saying anything."

"You were drunk!" Yelled Masaki.

"So were you!" You answered in the same manner.

The silence after your short argument was very quiet... more quiet than normally the silence is.

"Whatever." You got up and left, leaving all those men in the diner.

So you thought.

"Wait!" It was Masaki, running after you.

"Fuck off!" You yelled, not even thinking of stopping. "I've done talking."

"Why are you even mad?" Okay, this question made you stop and turn aggressively.

"Hmmm, let me think." You acted like you were thinking and finally got an idea. "Oh, right. You left me alone after that night."

"Really? That what's going on?" Masaki brushed his hair and sighed.

"Yeah." You felt like you two finished talking, so you continued on walking.

"And that's all?" He didn't give up.

"Ain't that enough?" You felt tears in your eyes, you were sure a few more words and you would explode.

Good for him, that he didn't disagree with you because that would break your heart even more. And you didn't want that...he didn't want that.

With that being said, or not, Masaki stopped and watched you, as you were walking away, disappearing from his view.

-

Night walkes. You missed it as much as you missed hot showers. Sleeping city, not lights disturbing the beauty of the sky, moon and the stars. It always would bring a smile to your face no matter what.

And it did now. Even though your eyes were red from crying, your lips were smiling while you were watching the night scenery. The comfort it was giving was indescribable.

"Ufff. I'm glad I caught you." The voice you didn't expect to hear now surprised you and the owner in a few steps stood in front of you and grabbed your arm. "And now I won't let you go until we talk."

"There is nothing to talk to." You answered yet you didn't move away, you kind of craved his touch.

"There is a lot to talk about." Whispered Masaki. "First of all, why are you mad."

"I've already told you."

"No. I know it's not the only reason." You again felt the tears in your beautiful eyes and a second later they were on your cheeks, making their way to your chin and then on your clothes. "Tell me, angel. Why are you mad at me?"

Angel?

That's what he called you a week ago. He still remembered?

"You...you made me fall in love with you." You whispered, eyes full of tears, lips trembling and lungs having problems with catching the air. "Yes, I'm madly in love with you. And after you left after that night, it broke my heart. I-I thought we had something....I was w-wrong."

As at the first you tried to control your tears, now you couldn't. You let them run down your face while your eyes were sadly looking at Masaki with the moon reflecting in them. And you waited, for the answer.

He only smiled and shook his head.

"Oh, angel." His fingers tuck a hair lock behind your ear and caressed your warm cheeks. "You really thought it was just a one-night stand? I might be crazy looking but I would never."

His thumb ran over your bottom lip, what caused those butterflies to fly in your stomach, just like a week ago when you two had been in that room, just the two of you, dim light, bottle of wine on the table that you had been pouring into your already drunk bodies.

And now, when his lips touched yours, the memories came back as if it all had happened yesterday. The tears dried, body stopped shaking from nervousness, eyes closed. Your fingers griped Masaki's jacket and pulled him closer even though there was no distance between you two. But everyone knew why...you didn't want to lose him again.

"I'm not going anywhere, angel." Whispered Amamiya with a smile. "You're mine."

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[carolinaboy34]

Colin’s Family Weekend

Colin invited me to his home this weekend, and I’m really excited to see the place where he grew up and meet his family. We have been getting on great, and our relationship continues to grow and mature in ways that I didn’t expect.

We both know that the other is not monogamous, and that seems completely fine. I have no interest in controlling anything he does, nor does he want to control me. We both truly love each other and care for one another, and we want the best for the other. Exploring that with someone that has similar interests, so I am not having to convince someone to do something, is amazing and liberating. He actually enjoys and gets off on hearing about some of my exploits, as I do his.

But, we have wanted to continue to grow as a couple, and we figured meeting the ‘rents was a good next step. So, on Friday, we packed up his car and headed north to his hometown, about two hours away. The trip was uneventful, except for the road head I gave him that almost made us wreck. He came so hard he almost crossed into the next lane and took out a car. But he tastes amazing and fits so well in my mouth, it was worth the risk!

We got to his house in the evening right at dinner time, and I was kind of nervous. I mean, he’s the first “boyfriend” I’ve ever had, hell the first any serious relationship I’ve been in, and I didn’t know what to expect. He told me his parents were really chill and accepting, but I still had nervous stomach. They couldn’t have been more welcoming or warm. His powerful father, a titan in the local business community, was sexy as fuck, but welcomed me with a huge hug and an offer of a bourbon, which I eagerly took. His mom wanted to know all about me and wanted to make sure we were doing well in school. Colin had already told them about my family, and I think she wanted to be a surrogate mother of sorts.

We had been there about a half hour when the front door banged open and Colin’s little brother came in. I say little, but he is actually taller than Colin and outweighs him by a fuck-ton. He’s also sexy as fuck, and on the verge of manhood. He’s a junior in high school and the proverbial high school jock - quarterback, third baseman, and all around stud. If he was a year older, fuck, that would be a interesting weekend. But, he was equally warm and welcoming and was eager to spend time with his big brother and me.

Shortly after, his mother announced that dinner was ready and we gathered in the dining room for the meal. She was super excited to have her boys together again, and even expressed great joy about having a third. They blessed the meal, non-religiously, and then we dug in. I sat and watched everyone grabbing for food and laughing with each other and felt a huge hug around my shoulders. I have never been able to experience the kind of family love they were showing. I mean, my dad is amazing, and he did so much to make sure I was raised well and had everything I needed. But, he worked a lot, and with mom gone, I was at home alone a lot, from a pretty young age. So, I ate a lot of dinners by myself. This was just very cool. His mom broke my trance with an imploring call to “get something before it’s all gone!” I dug in and enjoyed the great food and company that surrounded me.

After dinner, Colin’s brother, Jace, helped with the dishes, and Colin, me, and his dad went to the back deck for another bourbon, and so he could smoke a cigar.

“So, Drew, Colin tells me your polyamorous. Is he not enough for you?”

I coughed and about choked on the mouthful of bourbon I had and looked at him like the proverbial deer in the headlight.

“Um, well, uh, he’s uh, awesome.”

“HA!” He bellowed and doubled over with laughter.

“Sorry, Drew, dad’s just being a dad. And trying to give you a hard time.”

“Uh, ok.”

“I know how things work, Drew. Just welcoming you to the family. It isn’t much of my business how you two conduct your affairs.”

“Thanks, sir. I really do love Colin, and he is incredibly special to me.”

“Oh? That’s very nice. Colin, love?”

“Yeah, dad, we professed that to each other a little bit ago. He is incredibly special to me.”

“Well, that is cause for celebration! Jace! Mom! Come on out here!”

“What is it, dad?” Jace said as he was walking out the door with his mom.

“They are in love! I wanted to toast them!”

“Hooray!”

“Congratulations!”

“Aww. My boys!”

It was a lot, but also very sweet. They are almost too good to be true. His mom is the local president of the PFLAG group, so they also walk the walk.

“Drew, Colin told me he met this boy last fall, soon after you met. I could tell then that you were special. We are very happy for the two of you!”

“Thank you, sir. Yeah, he is very special to me.”

“And I hear you guys have great sex!” Jace yelled.

“Jace! Behave!” his mom scolded back.

“Well, Jace, that is really important in a relationship!” his dad replied.

The rest of the evening went along in a similar way. We had a few drinks on the deck and enjoyed each other’s company. I could not imagine a more perfect way for the night to have gone.

It was eventually time to go to bed, so we worked our way up to Colin’s bedroom. He had a double bed and such a quintessentially boy room, with sports posters and trophies and everything you’d expect. We got our stuff together, and I went to take a shower, coming back to the bedroom and laying face down on the bed to wait for him. I must’ve dozed off from the excitement and the booze, because as I came to, I felt a finger lightly graze my butt hole then come up over my ass and up the middle of my back along my spine. I felt his hardening dick along my hip too, so I turned slightly into him and felt his warm, moist skin along my back and legs.

He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me in tight against him. He wrapped his right leg around me and pulled my ass into him as well. I humped back into him and felt his now rock hard and very familiar dick resting in the crack of my ass. He was leaking precum like crazy and slicking up my butt as I continued to hump into him. He nibbled on my ear and held me tight, and started talking about how hot it was to have me in his boyhood bed.

“Do you know how many loads I have sprayed all over the place in this bed, alone, dreaming of having someone like you in here with me?”

“A lot, I bet”, continuing to work his dick with my ass.

“Laid back, jacking off thinking of fucking a cute boy with an amazing ass just like yours. Humping into the pillows and coating the sheets with my cum while I imagine it’s shooting deep inside your hole.”

“Mmm hmm. No more pillows for you! Just fuck me and breed my bussy now!”

He pulled back from me slightly until the head of his dick was pressed against my hole then pushed firmly until it breached my tight, hairless sphincter and began to travel deep inside my body. God, I loved feeling that dick inside me. I couldn’t get enough of it. He slowly reached bottom and pressed against me, my ass flattened against his hard abs and his balls smashed against my legs.

He pulled out then pushed in a couple of times, allowing me to relax my hole around his shaft and get used to being stuffed again. Eventually, though, he wanted to fuck, so we rolled over on my belly with him on top. He dropped his knees down onto the bed outside of my legs and his elbows under my arms, hooking his hands over my shoulders. He squeezed his knees together, bringing my legs tight and burying my hole deep in the crevice between my legs and butt cheeks. This was his power position, and he loved to use this when he was really turned on and wanted to fuck the living shit out of me, so I knew to get ready.

I was kind of surprised, with his parents and brother down the hall, that he would go so hard, but he started to fuck deep, pushing me into the mattress while each thrust down into my hole. His fucks were long and slow, but incredibly strong, really deep-dicking me and letting me feel every magnificent inch of his gorgeous, perfect cock. I buried my face in the pillow to muffle my moans and groans, because he was making me vocalize how much I was enjoying this. The thought that my dick was pushing into the same mattress he laid on while jacking off as a kid had me going strong.

Colin’s face was next to mine, and his mouth right at my ear. He nibbled lightly while this continued, but then started to talk dirty to me.

“”Like humping my bed, Drew? Does that get you excited?

“Uh huh. Gonna spray the same sheets you did with my cum any minute!”

“Don’t you fucking dare! Not yet anyway. I’m just getting started drilling your perfect ass!”

He picked up the pace and started slamming into me, grunting in my ear with each thrust into me. He was hitting hard, and the ripples across my ass sent shivers up and down my body. I wasn’t lying when I told him I was ready to cum; this was getting to my head like crazy, and I couldn’t avoid it. My orgasm rocked my body, and I stiffened up, pressed down into the mattress and pumped my load out onto his boyhood sheets, my warm cum spreading out under me and over my abs before soaking into the bed.

“You just came! Fucker! Now get ready, ‘cause I’m really gonna give it to you now!”

He was slamming into me like a madman, harder than he ever has before. His grunts matched mine with each drop into my hole he made. He was using all of his body weight to drive into me with incredible force, and my still hard dick, swimming in the load I just pumped out into the bed, was warming up again for a repeat. He suddenly planked above me, the tip of his dick barely inside my body, before working his feet and knees between my legs, forcing my legs open and wide. He then reached down and pulled my ass up, arching my back and dragging my shoulders down his bed. He sat back on his knees and pulled me back onto him, forcing my body down onto his dick and burying him back deep inside.

He used my hips as handles and fucked into me, while at the same time pulling me back onto his steel hard cock, fucking me harder than ever, ramping this fuck up to one of the most epic he’s ever delivered. He was slamming into me with great force, his balls slapping mine with each thrust. My dick stayed hard and was flopping around underneath me, flipping precum and left over jizz from my first orgasm all over me and the bed.

I’ve never seen Colin more animated. He was using his whole body to drive into me and fuck me with abandon, almost like he was showing off. It was amazing. I wanted to stay in the present and be there with him, so I didn’t allow myself to drift off into a trance. I grunted and groaned and pushed back and flexed and grabbed what I could the whole time. I really wanted him to enjoy this, clearly a fantasy he’s had for a long time. I arched my back and pushed back, aiding his effort to pull me, and slammed into him. The smack of our sweaty skin against each other echoed throughout the room, coupled with the musical groans and moans coming from the two of us.

My balls couldn’t take it anymore. I was enjoying the wonderful pain radiating from my groin with each slap of his balls against mine, as well as the slam of his body, and the second orgasm raced through my body and rocketed out of my dick, adding more to the cooling pool on his bed from my first orgasm. The shivers and shakes of my body, as well as the rhythmic tightening of my hole with each shot of my cum, dove Colin crazy until he slammed into me one final time and held me still, tight against his abs. He let go of his first shot, then collapsed down on my back, hugging my torso tightly as the rest of his orgasm shook through him and into me. I could feel each volley shoot out of his dick and deep into my guts, and the warmth that radiated from it wrapped around my body.

As he calmed down some, I relaxed and brought us both down onto the bed, the cold spunk shocking my skin as I laid back down. He was still convulsing, his dick continuing to spasm in me as the aftershocks of his orgasm ricocheted through his body. It was epic and one of the best fucks we’ve ever had. We laid like that for a while, him on top of me still buried deep. I was enjoying the warmth and closeness we were having. He rolled off of me, his dick popping out of my ass and leaving a trail of cum over my thigh, but I tightened up as much as I could to hold his seed inside me.

He quickly fell into a slumber, but I had to pee and clean up a little, so I wandered out into the hallway. It was quiet, but the light in the bathroom was on and the door was slightly ajar. I walked quietly up to the door and peered inside and was surprised to see Jace naked, his feet spread wide looking in the mirror and jacking his dick! He was even more impressive when he was turned on like that. His muscles were tense and pumped, glistening in the bright light of the bathroom. His dick was equally impressive, long and thick, capped with a deep purple head that was shining from the lube he was using. His balls hung loose in his sac, rocking back and forth with each stroke he took. His legs were like tree trunks supporting his frame and rooted to the ground.

I must’ve moved or made a sound, because he grinned and looked my way.

“Come on in, Drew.”

“Uh, sorry to disturb you. I just had to pee.”

“Oh, it’s ok. You aren’t disturbing me at all. I was kinda hoping you would appear.”

“You were? For what?”

“To, uh, maybe help me with this.” he said, looking down and shaking his hard dick at me.

“What about Colin?” I hadn’t thought this through at all and didn’t know what to do. I mean, we aren’t monogamous, as everyone announced tonight. But, his brother? He’s fucking hot and hard and waiting for me, but should I? It isn’t the first time I’ve taken multiple family members, but is Colin different? How will he feel?

These thoughts were spinning in my head, but my dick hardened in front of him. He looked down at it and said

“Is that your answer?”

I guess it was. So, I went into the bathroom and closed the door, kneeling in front of Jace and letting him put his dick on my extended tongue. He tasted amazing and just like Colin, his dick very similar, if not a little bigger. I ran my tongue over the head and tasted more of his precum before taking him down to the base in one move.

He gasped and leaned forward, bracing on the bathroom counter and began to pump into my mouth. I grabbed around his waist to his firm ass and held tight, letting him do the work and get his nut. It didn’t take long before he was erratically pushing into me. He reached down and grabbed around my head, holding me tight against him as his orgasm shot out of his dick and filled my mouth. He came buckets, so I swallowed, only to have my mouth filled up again. I swallowed twice more before he finished and stood up, unceremoniously pulling out of my tight lips.

“Dude, that was way better than any of the girls at school. You should become a tutor!”

“Lol! Thanks.” I stood up, and he saw the cum on my stomach and running down my legs.

“Fuck, you’re a mess! Was it good?”

“Fucking amazing. Your brother knows how to fuck.”

“I saw the end, so I could tell. That’s what got me so worked up! That was hot, even to a straight guy!”

“Maybe not so straight?”

“Lol, yeah, I’m pretty sure I’m straight. Bu whatever, that was fucking hot!”

He slapped me on the back and left me to clean up. I just got in the shower and rinsed off, letting Colin’s cum bubble out of my ass and run down the drain. I rinsed the rest of it off and toweled dry before making my way back to the bedroom.

I settled into the bed and spooned up against Colin. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me in tight, his soft cock nestling into my ass crack.

He breathed quietly for several moments then whispered in my ear “Taste good?”

“Um, yeah, he did. I hope that was ok.”

“Of course, my sweet little slut. Of course. I love you.”

“I love you, too!”

[anxious-art-block]

LU Headcanon’s Part 1: ‘Cause I’m Bored 

Warning: Most of this first part will be Twi centric, because I love him-

To start; Southern/Country Twi “Y’all!” “Aw, bless your heart.” “Goodness Gracious!” “I’ll see ya then if the creek don’t rise.” [Probably meeting Legend for the first time] “Well, aren't you precious?” “Quit bein’ ugly to one another!” “Wild’s back there throwin’ a hissy fit.” “Well, someone’s a bit big for his britches.” “She was just as pretty as a magnolia in May…”

!!Ambidextrous Twi!!

It was agreed upon in the discord that Twi, can indeed, growl in his Hylian form

That motherfucker YOLKED

Twi has yet to fully tell anyone except Four about Midna and the Twili Realm [He felt that he was able to tell Four about it after hearing about Shadow, and how according to Four, the feelings they felt when Shadow died are very similar to those Twi feels about Midna]

It’s canon that he’s an animal whisperer so I’m gonna assume the group has to constantly tell him to put the cute animal he picks up down cause no Twi we can’t take the squirrel with us

Refers to himself as BI-Lingual [he speaks like 3 languages and surprise! He’s bi]

Ok that’s enough Twi for now onto the rest of em’

Time is like, the walking definition of “The Brains and the Brawn’s”

We know he canonically has children, given that Twi is his descendant, ya wanna know my probably very cliche HC for his kid’s name?

Navi

Anytime he cries he calls his tears “Liquid Pride”

Time will crack his knuckles a lot when anxious or irritated 

PRETTY BOI WARRIORS 

Transman Wars! And his very supportive troops!

Most of the soldiers in the games have probably known each other for a long time, which means some of them may have known Warriors since he was a kid- and therefore before he started transitioning 

But there were no supportive people in the world, and they only ever saw him as a man. They would help him bind and scold him when he would during training [It’s bad to bind while exercising unless you have a binder that’s properly sized, but they probably had to use bandages or wraps to bind in LoZ, so it probably wasn’t a good idea to bind much while he was in the military] and when he came out AFTER joining the military to the rest of the knights, they were just as supportive and kind

And the few who weren’t were promptly removed murdered by Artemis 

The gang is also super supportive! Wild will also scold him if he binds for too long and improperly since he can hurt himself

Castle Town’s Most Eligible Bachelor

“I’ll have you that cross stitching is an excellent form of stress relief!” *Stitiching Legend is a wanker in pink*

Wars is def a great motivational speaker, I mean he’s a captain for a reason

!!A Wild Child!!

They/Them ready to cause mayhem

They have a very scratchy and rough voice, since for a while they couldn’t use it, since it went over 100 years without being used, so there will often be a lot of clearing their throat or coughing in between words or sentences

They and Prince Sidon of the Zora’s Domain totally aren’t secretly courting or anything what are u talking about they’re just gAL PALS-

Srsly tho everyone in the group knows. They can somehow hide it from most, if not all of the Domain, but they can’t hide it from these idiots

MtF Wild!

What’s a map?

“I seduced a man for some boots.”

Broke™

Wears dresses for formal events, with Flora and them matching a lot

Their favourite place to be is the Korok Forest. No monsters can get in, it’s not hauntingly silent, but there’s also not excessive or mindless chatter from others, it’s just peaceful. They’ll ask the Great Deku Tree to tell them stories about before the calamity, and long before that. If they could, they’d stay there forever.

Ok I’m done… for now ;]

#linked universe #lu #linkeduniverse #lu discord #lu twilight #lu time #lu warriors #lu wild #linked universe headcanons #trans warriors #Legend of zelda #loz

[shrxmps]

[22:30]

The concert was just getting started. You and your friends went and bought some water and some snacks in case you got dizzy. It was a small event in the park: a lot of small bands called in to play, hoping they might get more recognition and fame.

"Who's first on the list?" you asked, chugging some water.

"Some band called Corroded Coffin," one of your friends stated in a confused tone, "Does that ring a bell?"

"Nope."

"Look, they're coming on stage!" your other friend pointed.

You weren't expecting to see Eddie Munson walk on that damned stage. You also weren't expecting to hear him shredd those guitar solos. Or find him pretty. And want to go up on stage and smooch him.

"They were good. Especially Munson," you suddenly said, being snapped back to reality by their act ending.

"Looks like someone's got a crush," your friends teased you, at which your cheeks reddened.

"Go talk to Eddie," one of your friends suddenly said, pushing you in his direction before you could protest.

You hit Eddie's back and grabbed his arms in an attempt to steady yourself.

He turned around to see what was happening behind him. He was now looking directly into your soul, and your words were stuck in your throat. Your hands were trembling and sweat was dripping down your forehead.

"Hey! I think I know you," Eddie finally said, breaking the awkward silence and making you exhale the air you were holding in your lungs for the past minute.

"You do?" you asked with a shaky voice, coughing to try and mask it.

"You go to Hawkins High, Y/N right?"

Oh my God. Eddie Munson knew your name. You felt like you could scream, run around the whole town and then come back and hug him tightly.

"That's me. And you're Eddie Munson," you were wondering what in the hell possessed you to let him know you that also knew his last name, but fortunately he smiled and nodded yes instead of walking away.

"Did you like me?"

"What?" you responded, confused.

"How I played. I think I was pretty good," he chuckled, sipping from the beer he was holding in his right hand.

"Yeah, definitely the best guitarist in Indiana," you thought to yourself before answering, but Eddie was staring at you with wide eyes and a grin forming on his face.

Oh. You said that out loud.

"I'm flattered, sweetheart," he said, smiling, "Maybe I can give you some private lessons, when you're free of course."

You felt your legs going weak and your cheeks heating up as you tried to come up with a response to what he had just thrown in the air, but it was pointless. You just smiled and nodded, not breaking eye contact with him in an attempt to show you were confident (you weren't).

"I'm free. Tonight," you blurted out before he could walk away, grabbing one of his his arms to make sure he wasn't getting away.

"Great!" he said, checking you out before whispering into your ear, "Don't be late, mkay?"

You felt like you were blessed by God. Maybe you were.

#stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fic #stranger things drabble #stranger things x y/n #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #stranger things fluff #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson fluff

[kpopsickiess]

Jessi Snowterview

Sickie: Soobin

Caretaker: Jessi

(inspired by @sneezyminniejo)

Soobin p.o.v

I was honored when I got a text from Jessi noona asking me if I'd like to do a solo appearance on Showterview. It was late December and she said it was a Christmas/New Year special. I woke up the morning of the interview and was super disappointed when I felt achy, tired, congested, and had a scratchy feeling in my throat. I decided against saying anything because I was so excited to do the interview. Plus the excitement from the interview helped when added to the excitement of it being snowy and beautiful out. On the way to the studio it had started snowing harder, I love snow so I enjoyed the walk there, ignoring Yeonjun's repeated suggestions to not walk, claiming I'd get sick. I wanted to tell him that it didn't matter because I was already sick, but I knew he'd likely tell me to not go to the interview. 

I arrived at the studio, feeling quite excited, the minute I walked it Jessi noona ran up to me. "Soobin!!!" She gave me a huge hug, I tried to stop myself from melting into it, I felt thoroughly chilled from my walk there. "Oh my God Soobin, did you walk here?" She asked, a stern tone in her voice. I felt my face heat up, it felt like I was getting scolded by my mom or older sister. "Yeah, I really love the snow" she shook her head, "you're going to get sick" 

"Don't worry noona, I'm okay" I said smiling, hoping my dimpled charm would distract her. Meanwhile, I had told refrain from sniffling, as my nose had started running as soon as I had entered the warm studio. "Are you ready to start?" 

"Just a minute, I have to use the bathroom" I left the room, and quickly went to the bathroom, once inside I grabbed a handful of tissues and blew my nose, which triggered a wet sneeze. I blew my nose again, as best as I could, trying to get it as clear as possible before going back out. I then tucked a handful of tissues into my sweatshirt pocket before returning to the main room where Jessi noona was waiting. "You ready now?" I nodded, my throat was starting to really hurt, I was starting to wish I had rescheduled the interview. The two of us began recording every question she asked. I tried to respond with the same playful wittiness that Jessi noona had, but as the interview continued it got harder and harder as I got more and more tired and my voice began giving out. We had been recording file about 20 minutes when Jessi turned to the staff, "can we turn off the cameras for a second'' I was confused as told why, but as soon as the cameras were off, she went to the corner of the room and grabbed a box of tissues, and handed them to me, I blushed and took a few, I didn't want to fully blow my nose because I was a bit embarrassed, but the sensation still tickled my nose, and I took another few tissues, "HHttcchUH HHTChHU-HhtcHUuh HHitChh-Shu"

"Bless you" I thanked her, blowing my nose again. "Soobin, are you sick?" I avoided eye contact, "no" I winced at my unconvincing lie, noticing how congested my voice sounded. "Are you sure?" I wanted to answer but coughed instead, which really hurt. "Soobin, you're in no condition to continue filming" I blushed, but the embarrassment only grew when she suddenly pressed her hand to my forehead, I felt myself leaning into her touch, her hands were cold. "Soobin, you have a fever"

"I do?" "Yes, and not a super low one, it's fairly high" "Oh" was all I said, "that would explain why I felt so cold and achy" she shook her head in exasperation. "You can't walk back in this condition" she looked out the window, "especially with snow like this" "Should I call someone" she looked out the window again, "no, it's not safe to drive in this weather. My place is literally two minutes from here, you can go there you can just stay with me for a little while" I blushed, "okay" She stood up, "did you bring anything?" I shook my head, "please tell me you have a coat" "Yep"

"Good." She grabbed her jacket from the back of a chair, and instructed me to put mine on. I followed her instructions. The two of us left the studio together, she locked the door as she did so. Walking felt like hard work, I was tired and breathing hurt, and my throat was dry. And every time I coughed I could feel it rip at my throat and hurt my chest, which began to ache. Jessi seemed quite worried,she had a comforting arm around my shoulders. She led me to the front door of her house, only removing her arm for a moment to unlock the door. After opening the door, she led me inside, and over to the couch. "you can lay down there" she took my coat and hung it up. "Do you like tea?" I nodded. "Are you hungry?" I shook my head. "Is your throat hurting?" I nodded, it really hurt and I didn't really want to talk, and Jessi seemed to accept that. She also seemed to notice that I was shivering, "I should check your temperature, I'm willing to bet your fever is at least 100⁰" in my feverish, sleep deprived brain I barely registered what she said. But I did notice her leave the room, she retired a few moments later with a box of tissues, a thermometer, and a bottle of what I guessed was DayQuil. She sat down on the couch next to me, "could you put this under your tongue?" I nodded, and did as she instructed. "You're 22 right" I shook my head and held up 1 finger. "21?" I nodded she carefully measured out the medicine, and once the thermometer beeped she swapped the device for the medicine cup, "drink that" the Medicine felt nice on my throat, coating and soothing the firey pain. "Thought so" she said looking at the thermometer, "what is it?" I asked, noticing I had grown more congested since we got inside. The warmth of her house was messing with my sinuses. "101.3⁰" I nodded, honestly, I had no clue what that actually was, I knew Kai would, but I don't speak American. "Is that high?" I asked, taking a tissue out and pressing it to my nose. She shrugged, "it's definitely a fever, but it's not like concerningly high. Not like hospital high" I nodded, blowing my nose when she finished talking. Which one again tickled my nose, "HHTchhUu- hhHettChhu- hhhTCH-iu hhhAtChu" "Bless you" she handed me a couple tissues, I thanked her and took them from her outstretched hand. I still felt a bit self-conscious about fully blowing my nose in front of her. So I just pressed the tissues against my face, and wiped my nose and blew softly, as I had down before. She shocked me when she took another tissue out and pressed it against my face, "either blow your nose yourself, or I'll make you" I blushed, a bit taken aback by her boldness. I took the tissue from her hand and blew my nose, I ended up needing to take another few tissues to finish. She cringed, not in disgust, but more in sympathy. "There, now you can breathe" I blushed, and nodded. I felt a bit embarrassed having Jessi taking care of me, but I did appreciate it.

There was a whistling sound from the kitchen, which startled me, "that's the kettle, I'll go make tea." She pointed to a remote seated on the table in front of me, "you can watch something" I nodded, my throat was killing me. She disappeared into the kitchen, I picked up the remote and powered up the TV. I saw she had Netflix, so I turned on Squid Game, Yeonjun had been pestering me to watch it since it came out. I was about 5 minutes into the first episode when Jessi came back. She had a tray with two cups of tea and a few pastry looking objects next to it, which she set on the table in front of me, and sat down next to me. "Oooh Squid Game!"

"I haven't seen it yet, my members, especially Yeonjun, have been pestering me to watch it" "I can't believe you haven't seen it yet! It's so good!" I was glad she had seen it before, because in all honesty I had to cough and sneeze every few minutes, which was likely quite annoying. But she didn't say anything about it, which I appreciated. After the first episode I was starting to doze off, Jessi seemed to notice how tired I was getting, because after the first episode, she turned off the tv. "You should get some sleep, especially because you have a fever" I was already half asleep so I didn't argue with her. Instead I layed down on the couch, and got comfortable, I was nearly asleep, when I felt a soft blanket being draped over my body. I smiled, and softly thanked Jessi. Who gently ran her fingers through my hair, "you're welcome. Sweet dreams"

Jessi p.o.v

I was glad to see Soobin fall asleep, I had been worried about him since he walked into the studio that morning. He had looked ghostly pale, and I could tell from his eyes that he had a fever, plus he was shivering like a wet dog. I knew him walking that morning was a very dumb decision, and intended to scold him about it when he felt better. It was a very new thing for me to take care of someone else. Having been a soloist for the majority of my career, and coming to Korea by myself as a fairly young kid, I was fairly independent, and didn't often have people over at my house, and I don't think I'd ever had a sick kid at my house, not would I have ever expected to. I looked out the window, noticing it was very snowy outside, I knew it was supposed to storm pretty hard, but I didn't expect it to fully blizzard. I had a feeling that Soobin would be here for a couple of days, at lead until it was safe enoguh to drive him back to his dorms. I was grateful that I had gone grocery shopping the day before. Living alone I was often worried about what was going to happen if I got snowled in without any food. So I often stressed-bought a shit ton of food every time there was a snow storm. This now proved to be a good thing, because the roads were all closed and I now had two people stuck in my house. While Soobin slept I began making food for dinner. I stuck to making soft food that would be easy on his throat. As I worked I listened to music. I had made a playlist with five songs from each of my showterview guests, and as I was listening a txt song came up which made me realize that Soobin hadn't told his members that he was not coming home tonight, they were probably worried. I wouldn't be surprised if they thought he was dead in a snowbank somewhere. I opened my phone, and clicked on Yeonjun's number, he picked up on the third ring, he sounded panicked. "hey Jessi noona"

"Hi Yeonjun, I just wanted to let you know that Soobin is with me. I was worried about him walking home by himself in the snow, especially with him having a cold. And it wasn't safe tod rive with how bad the roads are" I heard him audibly sigh in relief after hearing that. "So he's okay?"

"Yep, he is sick, did you guys know that he's sick?"

"No, although I'm not surprised, he walked into he snow to get to the studio this morning and then yesterday he walked home from the studio, and then sat in his wet clothes for like an hour, claiming that ‘they'll dry eventually’" I rolled my eyes, that boy I swear. "Does he have a fever?"

"Yeah, not an alarmingly high one, but it's definitely a fever"

"He also tends to usually run warm, so his normal temperature is a bit higher than most people's, so it's likely even less of a fever"

"Alright, good to know. Is there anything else I should know?" He was quiet for a second, he seemed to be thinking. "He's very difficult when sick. I think it's because he's the leader, so he often forces himself to be strong our tough. And he doesn't easily let people just take care of him. He's very stubborn" I thought back to him nearly being forced to even just blow his nose. "He will get easier once he can come to terms with the fact that he's sick and stops being in denial and stubborn about it."

"Okay, good to know "

"Thanks for taking care of him noona"

"No problem Yeonjun" we both said goodbye, and hung up. After doing so I went back to cooking. When I heard four loud sneezes coming from the living room. And then I heard a sniffling sound, and Soobin walked into he kitchen. "Good morning sleeping beauty"

"Hi Noona" he sniffled, and sneezed again "bless you"

"Snf thanks" he took a napkin from the stack I had on my table, and blew his nose. "are you hungry?" He nodded, and blew his nose again. I felt bad for him, but also was a bit relieved that he was finally comfortable enough around me to let his guard down. I felt his forehead, he felt warmer than before, but he had also been under a blanket, and the heat was on. I did notice the way he leaned into my hand when I set it on his forehead. "Are you feeling any better?" He shook his head, "do you feel worse or about the same?"

"Maybe a little bit w-hhTTchuH- hhichAah- HHttcchUH HHTChHU-HhtcHU- *snf* a bit worse" he coughed, which sounded painful. "I'm sorry bud, after you eat you can take more medicine"

"How long was I asleep?"

"Only about 2 hours, there's a medicine that should help with your cough, it'll probably make you pretty tired though" he nodded, and sat down at the kitchen table. "I called Yeonjun and let him know where you are" "Thank you! I hadn't even thought about that"

"Yeah, neither had I, but he seemed pretty worried when I called him" he rubbed the back of his neck looking guilty. "I'll definitely owe them an apology, I'd call them but my phone's dead" he coughed with he strain of a full sentence. "I have a charger you can use, remind me after we eat" he nodded, rubbing his hands over his face, he looked drained. I gently ruffled his hair, "I'm sorry you don't feel good, once you eat you can go to sleep" he nodded, and rubbed his nose with the back of his hand. I set food in front of him. He began eating it, "’s good"

"Thank you" I hadn't cooked for anyone besides myself in a very long time, in fact since Refund Sisters in 2019. I didn't even know if it would taste good, I was so used to my own cooking that it was possible that I was a shitty cook and just was used to my own cooking. He ate most of it, he looked about to fall asleep while eating. "Bin, it's getting kinda late, you should get to bed. Do you want to shower? It might help with the congestion and your cough" he nodded, I showed him where the bathroom was, before heading back to the kitchen, and cleaning up. The I realized that Soobin didn't have any other clothes besides what he came in. So I went through my closet to see if I could find anything, sadly Soobin is much taller than I was. I thought for a minute, I knew Soobin was taller than Dawn, but at least he was closer in height than I was, and would likely have something better. And Hyuna and Dawn live next door, so I quickly went over their house and knocked on there door. Hyuna answered, "hey Jessi, what are you doing?"

"Long story, but I need guys pajamas"

"What?"

"It's a long story, I can tell you later" she looked at me like I had three heads, but she shrugged, "okay" she disappeared down the hallway and came back a second later, a pair of sweatpants, and pair of basketball shorts, a sweatshirt and a Tshirt. "I wasn't sure exactly what you needed so I hope this works."

"That's amazing thank you Hyuna" I blew her a kiss as I left, she gave me a very confused look, "you're welcome" and she returned the blown kiss. I got back to the house, I still heard the water running so I knew Soobin was still showering. I set the clothes in the counter. (Have you guys ever seen those bathrooms that have the shower+toilet in one part and then you can close the door, and then the counter/sinks are on the other side, but there's like a wall there. Yeah that's what this bathroom is) I assumed Soobin would figure out what the clothes were for, so I went back downstairs and finished cleaning up from dinner, and then went to the medicine cabinet and found the cough syrup. I sat down at the kitchen table, scrolling through Instagram while I waited. A few minutes later Soobin came downstairs wearing the basketball shorts and sweatshirt, which were a little bit small, but better than I had thought. "Oh good you found the clothes. I also have cough syrup for you, and then you should get some sleep." He nodded, "yes mom" he said jokingly, I rolled my eyes, "I'm not that old" I said, setting the cup of cough syrup in front of him. He swallowed it down, grimacing as he did so. "It's disgusting isn't it" I said trying not to laugh. Remering earlier in fall when I had a nasty cough and got the syrup, it was the most disgusting thing ever, but it really helped. He nodded, with a grimace, "it does really help" I assured him, "alright, bed time for Binnie" he blushed at my comment. But he went to the couch and layed down, I set the blanket over him, "sleep well" "Thanks so much noona"

"You're welcome" I went upstairs and got ready for bed, coming back downstairs when I was done, and was not surprised to see that Soobin was fast asleep. After making sure the front door was locked and the dishwasher had been started, I went upstairs and got into bed, I played soft music while I stared out the window, seeing soft snowflakes falling. I was glad the blizzard was stopping, I hoped they had the roads cleared soon, knowing that Soobin would be more comfortable in his own bed and house, with his members. I fell asleep not long after.

~the next morning~

Soobin p.o.v

I woke up the next morning, thuroughly confused as to where I was. It took me a solid 2 minutes to recall the day before. I was sin Jessi noona's house. I felt much better than I had the day before, I still was congested and had a scratchy throat, but I felt better. Glad that it seemed to be more of a bad cold and less of the flu. I looked around the living room, and became aware of the noise coming from the kitchen, realizing it was the sound of dishes and pans, combined with the sound of music. Once I fully focused I noticed that it was Itzy's sneakers. I climbed off the couch and went to the kitchen. "Good morning, well I guess afternoon" Jessi said smiling. "Did I wake you up?" I shook my head, looking at the clock on the stove, shocked to see that it was already 12:30. "You slept late, are you feeling better?"

"Yeah, thank you"

"No problem, are you hungry?" I nodded, after smelling whatever she was cooking I was made aware of actually how hungry I was. "sit down at the table, food's almost done" within 10 minutes the two of us were eating a delicious lunch. "Soobin, I think you should head back to your dorms after lunch. Yeonjun called me this morning wanting to make sure you're okay, I think your members would feel better having you back at the dorms with them."

"Okay, thanks for taking care of me- HhTChu-HitCHU-hhhAtChu hht-CHuH"

"No problem, and bless you" I thanked her, and went back to eating. We ate in mostly silence, besides the occasional sneezing, sniffling, and coughing, and an occasional 'bless you' or 'are you okay?' from Jessi. After I ate, I got changed back into my clothes and gave her the clothes I slept in, I was still curious where they came from. Jessi called Yeonjun and asked him to call our manager to send someone to pick me up. Our manager came and picked me up, I once again thanked Jessi, who brushed it off, and simply said, "it's what any good friend would do"

#txt #soobin #Jessi #Sneeze #Sickfic

[rextasywrites]

No sense - A Zack Fair drabble

me? being in another fandom hole? that’s more likely than you’d think!

written in 30min for a writing challenge. the stuffie on zack‘s nightstand was an idea from @prismaticpichu

please enjoy!

Warnings: mentions of sickness (sore throat, cough, NO vomit)

Some things just never made sense. For Zack, the tooth fairy never made sense. Why would losing your teeth be a celebrated act? Losing teeth wasn’t fun, and in more cases than not it was a painful procedure, filled with blood and tears. Or the one time he knocked out a baby tooth that wasn’t ready yet. He was playing with the other kids when he fell and hit his face on a large rock. Mama Fair scolded her dummy son a bit but ultimately consoled him with a hug and a scoop of ice cream once the bleeding had stopped.

In Midgar, even more things didn’t make sense to the country body. Nobody on the streets greeted each other. For the first few weeks, Zack felt like a ghost when he went on his evening walks. Back home in Gongaga, everyone knew everyone and nothing stayed a secret for long. The secret of one divorcing their husband wasn’t a secret for too long. On the bright side, if someone in the village was sick, they could expect at least three of the townsfolk to show up with hot soup and sweet tea to soothe the sick person’s aches.

The first time Zack got sick in Midgar, he tried to power through it. During training, he did sniffle a bit from time to time. His teacher asked him after he pulled up a big snot but Zack just blamed it on allergies. Allergies…as if anything besides depression was growing in Midgar. Nobody batted an eye and the training went on. Zack was more exhausted than usually, but there was only one person to notice that-

“Zack Fair. Third Class SOLDIER. Jokingly called ‘Puppy’ by a few of his classmates.”, everyone in Gaia knew this voice, and Zack froze as he was approached from behind. Sephiroth was standing behind the young SOLDIER, one of his majestic eyebrows raised. “You did not seem puppy-like at all.” “Yeah, I am sorry Sephiroth.”, Zack sighed and had to sniffle again.

This sniffle made Sephiroth frown even more, “Why are you sniffling? Are you…what’s the name again…homesick?” “Oh! Only a bit, but right now I am feeling a bit under the weather. Thank you for asking.”, but before the conversation could continue, Sephiroth was dragged away by some other Shinra employees.

*

Midnight. No sleep had blessed Zack yet. Throwing himself around in his bed as he tried to find a comfortable position for his aching body. His throat felt as if it was on fire and his sore muscles felt as if he had ran all the way from Nibelheim to Midgar. Thankfully, Zack had the pleasure of a single room, no annoying roommate - but in this very moment, he was wishing for someone to comfort him or at least make him a cup of tea. He groaned in the very same moment he heard a knock on the door.

Without asking for entry, the door was opened and Sephiroth stood in the door frame. This worried Zack - had he done something wrong? The few times he and Sephiroth had interacted, it all felt stiff and forced. Zack had gotten the feeling that their personalities were exact opposites, a country boy with more energy than the largest mako reactor versus the great war hero who always looked like he had a stick up his ass in social settings.

“Zack, are you awake?”, Sephiroth asked. Upon getting a positive answer from Zack, Seph turned on the light of Zack’s room. The third class SOLDIER rubbed his bloodshot eyes and finally managed to focus on Seph. Sephiroth, to his great surprise, had a cup in his hand. After closing the door, Sephiroth walked over to Zack and sat on the edge of his bed, only increasing the confusion in the young man.

“You mentioned being sick earlier. Here is some tea. Sorry for coming in so late, my therapy with Hojo only ended a few minutes ago.”, and Seph shoved the mug into Zack’s hands. There was some chocobo-tea in there (in dumbapple flavour!), just the perfect drinking temperature. “A good soldier needs to take care of their body too. This is something Hojo has told me whenever I got sick. If you push yourself too hard you’ll only get sicker and it’ll take longer to recover.”

“Wise words.”, Zack said after taking a sip, feeling the warm liquid soothing the pain in his throat. While Zack was drinking little sips, Sephiroth burrowed in the pockets of his coat, pulling out a few pills.

“These were given to me for sore throats and common cold symptoms.”, Seph explained as he placed the pills on Zack’s nightstand, right next to the stuffed chocobo Zack had gotten from his mother as a present a long time ago.

“I didn’t know you could get sick too, Sephiroth.”

“I only get sick if a virus is strong enough. It only happens…once every two or three years.”, Sephiroth explained, and Zack wondered how Sephiroth didn’t catch more colds considering the huge cleavage the other man had. “But stomach flus? Long before you came along, we had a horrible cook here in the HQ. If you ever wanted to get out of a mission or a certain task, he was your way to go.”

“...have you ever eaten something bad just to get out of a mission?”

“I am only human, Zack. But to answer your question, yes I have.”

“So you rather spent time shitting your guts out than going on a mission.”

“Yes, that is true. I am not sure why I am telling you this, but this stays between us, Zack.”

“Of course, Sephiroth. Hey, can I call you Seph?”

“If that’s what you desire then you shall be able to do so.”

“Awesome, Seph!”, and Zack’s joy filled voice was cut short by a coughing fit.

“You should sleep now, Zack. Your body needs more rest and it clearly hadn’t gotten it earlier today. I’ll put in a note that they should let you sleep in.”

With those words, Sephiroth stood up, heading back to the door. Zack finished the last sips from his tea before placing it on the nightstand, dry swallowing a pill for sleeping. “Thank you, Seph. Sleep well and see you tomorrow.”

“You too, Zack. Good night.”

What no one knew in this very moment was that these moments of sharing feelings and finding comfort far away from home would be the start of an amazing friendship.

Zack woke up in the late morning. His eyes fell on the mug next to his chocobo plushie and for the first time since he left Gongaga, Zack felt as if he was at home. But he wouldn’t call his mom just yet…she’d travel half the country if she knew Zack was sick…

#final fantasy 7 #zack fair #sephiroph #zackseph

[irenekuroo]

GHOST - kuroo_stories on AO3

This is my first Buddie fic and i just started writing it. This is the beginning and I'm tryna see how it feels to new readers. Mind reading and sharing opinions?

Eddie always thought his supernatural gift was more of a course, especially when he decided to join the army and see with his own eyes the pain those who did not make it where in.

When someone died, their spirit, their soul, hanged on Earth for a bit, just enough to see their loved ones realise they had left or, in his case, enough to see their battered body being dragged away from their fellow buddies.

Eddie was lucky enough to be able to see the guilt in their eyes for not making it home, and the painful relief of knowing they finally escaped hell, before vanishing.

Some days were hard, some harder. He came close to be one of those spirits a few times, but the thought of leaving his son Christopher behind made him live for another day.

And a day after the other he got out of the army, left his family in Texas, moved to LA with his son and joined the LAFD.

When he joined the Fire Academy it was cause he honestly didn't know what else he could do with his background. He would still be surrounded by death, but this time he could prevent in, instead of being the cause of it.

That's why he was utterly surprised when he entered the 118 station and the first thing he saw was a wondering spirit.

How did he know that man was a spirit? His body was slightly transparent. One had to really pay close attention to see it, but Eddie knew what a freshly spirited person looked like, thank you very much.

The strange thing was that the man seemed like he had no intention of leaving. It looked like he was already acquired with being a spirit.

Eddie tried to ignore it.

He went straight to captain Nash office for the paperwork and then went to change and work out in the gym.

He loaded some weights and started doing some beach press. Nothing too heavy to actually tire him, but enough to warm up. He finished his sets, looked up and saw the ghost staring at him.

Truth to be said, Eddie has become quite good at looking behind the spirits he saw, so he just tried to ignore it again.

<<I can't believe this is what they replaced me>>

He heard. "Just ignore it" he thought. He busied himself with the cleaning towel.

<<C'mon Bobby, for real? This scrawny kid?>>

He hard again. "Just IGNORE it Eddie" he repeated to himself "He will go away".

<<Like, look at him. He can't even... Oh, hi Bobby!>>

Eddie turned his head and saw captain Nash approaching him.

<<Hey Eddie. Everyone is here. Come meet the team>> God bless him. He cleaned himself a bit with the towel and joined the team on the loft.

He felt the ghost following them.

<<Everyone, this is our new recruit. His name is Eddie Diaz, and his an ex army medic. He's gonna join the 118 for his probationary year. Let's welcome him>>

He shook hands and shared names for what felr like hours but was probably just a few minutes.

<<So, you here to help me and Chimney right?>>

Eddie turned his head towards the voice.

<<Henrietta Willson, paramedic. But please, call me Hen. Everyone calls me Hen. And he's Howard Han, my buddy, but we call him Chimney>>

<<Eddie Diaz, pleasure to meet you. And yes, I'm here to give another hand as a paramedic too. Also, Chimney as in...?>>

<<A chimney, yeah...>> the man shook his hand <<I'm not telling you the story>>.

Eddie giggled.

<<Damn, though... He looks hot>> He stopped. He already recognised the voice. <<Okay, Bobby. I gotta admit... He doesn't look that bad. But c'mon, Eduardo? For real?>>

<<It's Edmundo>> it slipt out, without him meaning to.

The ghost stared at him. Eddie coughed a bit, trying to dissimulate.

<<What did you say?>> Chimney asked.

<<Nothing just... It's a strange nickname>>

<<And it's even stranger the story behind it>> Hen added laughing.

The two started bantering and Eddie took it as his clue to leave.

<<You heard me, right?>>

#9-1-1 #buck x eddie #buddie 911 #911 crack #buck and eddie #buddie fic #buck x eddie fic #911onfox #911 fic

[cloudsss-alice]

Red.

This is a short cut of a love story about Brock Romlow and my original character(or I’ll say,my SI,idk). I have written much about them before,but those articles were not written in English, so they were not posted here,and this may lead to the lack of story background. Sorry. 🥺And as a non-native English speaker, I may make some mistakes,please don't mind it. 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Ps：Change from third person narration to first person narration. :D

『 The rose is putting out new shoots. 』

▽

He blew out a smoke ring and soon it lifted to nothing.Shed by the warm glow,his face went out of the dark shadow that their curtain cast down.The end of his cigarette shimmered.

She rolled her eyes and threw her sight out of the window,to see beams of faint moonlight gleaming on the lake.Crystal, she thought.

Lights fated. The lamp turned on. She made a swift glance at his colar, where stuck her ostentatious red stain of lipstick.And it was the last thing she could get a little comfort from-to ease all the anxieties and worries Hydra put on her.

Or,maybe,"them".

The blades of the knife glinted in the deep darkness.Abruptly she felt a shot current quiver from the inner, and for no reason.To be frank,she felt a glimpse on herself.

He noticed the frown on her face. He stubbed out his cigarette with his fingertips and asked her what was wrong.

But how could she explain that eerie feeling to him?

"No,darling."She murmured,"Nothing yet."

▽

What could she see?

Red.Totally red.The scene in front of her view was all turning red,as the bomb continues, throwing endless cracks to her;as blood blurs her eyes that she could see nothing else;as the pain tore her into pieces from her fingertips to tops like a cyclones.The hound of death barked.The devil of hell was whispering aside.She wanted to cry yet,even failed to squeeze out a single drop from her naked Eyes-'cause they were dryer than all those desolate deserts,as well as her broken throat,filled with thick saulty liquids.

Everthing was frantic.Everything was vague.

All in red.

Seeya,annoying tasks.Seeya,damn enemies.Seeya,Brock.Hail Hydra.Fuck you all.

Then she coughed,pessimisticly,voices flowing around her ears which she used to shoot at someone else:"Loser deserves it."And finally came the day,when it was her turn to face failure.People always say that "gods easily change to dogs".She failed and that was a cruel fact.

It was the reality.

Closing eyes at such a time obviously meant heading for death.She remembered once he told her to "keep breathing".And also "keep the eyes open". Yet her eyelids were much heavier than she could carry-they dropped with all her fear and lifted with her remaining will. Then she started to recall the best days she had ever spend with him,as if the flashbacks were the final straw she could clutch,to escape from her approaching fate.

She thought about him.His arms.His lips.His smiles.His hugs.His kisses.Bed and sheets.

She had almost sunk to dreams when his voice ran into her brain.Constantly repeated.Nearer now.She heard her own name called.

"Alice!""You here?Alice...""Ali..."

She felt like to respond but dragged back by the pain.She was lying there like a body.She heard the sound of boots.A man gasping.That was...

"Poor Kid."Rumlow knelt down with his trembling murmur,"Alice.I'm here,Alice."

She reached out a finger.She was then gripped tightly-by him and unconsciousnes.

▽

『Different souls,same cuts.』

I struggled like a moribund fish on the shore,dying for return to the sea.And Brock was the last drip of blessing rain in my boundless desert.With a palm of water,he pulled me back from the brink of death.He led me out of the cold long night ,the endless abyss.

When I woke up again I found myself on bed.I saw him beside,clear dark circles under his eyes.

At that moment I remembered that Brock said once before,"damn things can't go all the time".He was the one leading me to the dawn,the one telling me to embrace the rebirth.

Out of love.

"Hey,Kid."Rumlow beamed.And,to be honest,I prefer his smirk.But who cares now?

I smiled but wanted to cry.

"Hey,lover."

Fin.

And thank u for reading.🥺🥺🥺

#brock rumlow #brock rumlow × oc #rumlow × oc #rumlow imagine #marvel fanfiction #brock rumlow × ofc #rumlow × ofc

[mikogami]

Miracles Unfold

I cannot explain what I am feeling now, but for the sake of defining, I think I am in a state of awe: an emotion variously combining dread, veneration, and wonder that is inspired by authority or by the sacred or sublime (merriam-webster). Of a series of events that started days before.

*****

Ended and started the year with work in mind and body at work. Until I contracted the famous but near to be just in history corona. Days before, I was told that it is corona, even without test. But I kept my silence for I only have just 2 days paid vacation leave, and for all I know this will be a 7 to 10 days home quarantine. I continue working, letting pass what was told of me. Until a time, a concern staff told me, to better have a test. Finish the work for this day, and for the next day, before anything else, report. And that just happened. And that is the day I was confirmed I have the disease. I just learned, that part of me, the person that do not want to voice it out. Therefore, someone should. On this case, my body and my colleague.

*****

In silence God speaks to me saying that He loves me, and will protect me. But, instead of being secured, I felt the doubt. A feeling that is over and over again telling me lies. Started hearing foreign words that says I am studying God's Word for years now, but look, what I have now. Given a word or phrase that is so generic, so general, that even non-believers already heard. Questioning me, if is it God that O heard? Or it is just I wanted to hear? Then, while still holding His Word, may hands wanted to withhold. But, praise God for He confirms what He said. Before I think to drift away, God used somebody to tell me 'Yes child, I love you'. (Jeremiah 31:3) Our walk will be hard if we are alone. And maybe passing every signs that lead us to where we just started or worst put us farther from our destination. Seek God, and walk with people who are also going to your same destination.

*****

Being said, as a church we have this prayer and fasting every January (start of the year) and July (mid-year). My word for this year is Positive. Funny it may sound but yes, including tested Positive for covid. I thank God that within those days, there no feverish feeling, difficulty of breathing, excessive cough and not even colds. Therefore, it may looks just like a staycationing, offered with food, enough sleep and rest. Because of holding of this word, it also tells me that the next time I will be tested it will again say Positive. And it happened. Giving me 3 more days to continue resting and seeking God. Coincidence it may seem, but I believe it is God's work, that the last day of our prayer and fasting is also the last day of my quarantine. It is not about the sign +/-, it is how God use it and how we receive it.

*****

While thinking about the hassle and trouble I brought, it is hard to step again. Therefore taking things slow, I go to work, do my usual routine and end my shift. Before going home, I went to see if my schedule was changed like what may head nurse said. But it is not. I also searched for documents that will say that my shift is change, but nothing as of account. Hence, I asked my head nurse to verify. And in the middle of our meeting she called, saying sorry for not updating me, and we will stick with the old schedule. I am glad that I consulted and not decide for myself. I learned that it shows respect to the speaker. And in response, I received an apology without asking or thinking about it.

*****

Go taught me to give, share, partake, be a blessing. Because of limited stock, I cook food according to what is available. And the difficult part is He told me to cook macaroni pasta. In scarcity of ingredients I just put what I have at hand and because I still have a generous amount of pepper, I poured a lot. I received feedbacks, good feedbacks. They forget what is lacking, because as a whole it is delicious, and one says I poured love into it. Give all that you have, because there is always Our Father who will appreciate that.

*****

Sunday as a Christian is going to church day. But, I will say that not every Sunday I go to church. There are times, I got sick (like the Sunday before this), I have a responsibility to fulfill (to go to work, help others, etc.), and times where I just want to be at home or be with others. But this Sunday, I am predestined to go to church. My schedule was back to my regular schedule and our service was made twice this day. They were all fixed. When science wants to define coincidence relative to probability, I believe that coincidence is beyond that. It is how God arrange things, the way He plans events that will occur. That seems to be a once in a blue moon thing for us.

*****

My not so ordinary duty. I got some time to be with my ate before she end her shift, helping us to accomplish some task. Other staff also do things that we should be doing. We are receiving help without asking. Then, we have some time to take breathe and sip hot tea before continuing. Our rounds continue. We finished things before the usual time, check things if no backlogs, and ate our dinner. We are also given enough time to rest, which is more than the usual. Slept. When routines are break, things that I am used to, most of the time get annoyed. But this time is different. Amazed how God can turn things other way around.

*****

Inserting IV catheter nor blood extraction is not my forte, but this time another miracle happened. A patient, who cries a lot, was scheduled for blood extraction. I cannot quit without even trying, so I went to the patient praying to find a vein, and there it is. I ask the patient to hold still (even I do not know if she understands or comprehend what I say), and then blood was drawn. I thank her for her cooperation, and then she murmur. I asked her again, and she says arigatou (Japanese term for thank you). Then I told her, I will get back, and she replied hai (yes). I do not know how to tell my coworker what just happened. But when I got home, I chatted my friends/coworker, telling them how amazed I am. If I just quitted easily, I may have not witness that miracle.

******

I have an obligation to pay, and the soon I remember it I just have to act immediately, for I am such a forgetful woman. Not having the intention to escape, but i might forget it especially in the busy time. After paying, she told me to accomplish some forms, form for my absences and other things that I haven't done. Also form that will pay me even in my absences. And non of my remaining paid leave will be use. I am somehow in doubt if they are going to assist me, but still God provides people that will help me, and provide for what I need.

*****

Miracles are not that usual unlike before. Where Moses split the sea, and water turns to blood, mannas, cloud by day, fire by night; Apostles healing the blind, the leper, the lame. BTW what is miracle? It is defined as a phenomenon that breaks the natural law. Something that cannot be explained. Miracles are signs pointing us to a destination, to where God is. So why do we see miracles less often? Does God hides or do not want to be seen? Or on the other side, are we asking for miracles this big?

[hirokiro]

Chapter two of a draft of a story “Memories of an Ex-Villain

                                                   Chapter 2

                                                        Lost

Life made itself known by the dull pain in his head. It throbbed stronger and weaker in turns but never went away.

At some point, Gavin thought he heard Atticus Vinch the III weeping and calling his name. Why was he weeping? What was wrong?

The darkness shifted at one point when he felt a warmth in his head that spread to his shoulders. He heard indistinct voices, but as the warmth faded so did they.

He felt the warmth in intervals blanketing the pain while it lasted but always the throbbing returned. At last after one final one the pain faded completely and he fell into blessed nothingness.

Eventually he began dreaming. Meaningless dreams of faceless people and places he didn’t recognize, anger came, then despair. Atticus would call his name and he would run through the fog of people and indistinct places, calling back, trying to find him. He had to find him!

Eventually the dreams dispersed and he knew Atticus was calling him for real.

“Please wake up! Master please… wake up!”

Gavin stirred groggily.

“Master?”

“..Mmm. A… A…?” he weakly tried to reply, but he was so tired, exhausted, and could barely think.

“He’s awake! Healer! Healer..!”

The kitten’s voice faded.

“W..wait… Atticus…?” Gavin mumbled, confused. Healer? He tried to piece together what must have happened, but his mind was fuzzy and it was as if his head were stuffed with cotton. He could barely open his eyes.

An unfamiliar person, an old man, leaned over him, asking questions he didn’t understand, feeling his forehead, forcing an eye open to examine. Gavin tried to mumble replies but his tongue got all tied up.

The man looked away over his shoulder and addressed someone, “He’s coming around but slowly. Princess, you need to leave. He’ll only be distressed to see you and it will be bad for his recovery.”

“My recovery… Princess?” His head was a little less fuzzy, but nothing these people said made any sense. Was he hurt? Who were they?

“Master!” Atticus shoved his face into the sorcerer’s view, “You’re going to be okay! Take it easy, okay. You hit your head bad!”

“What happened? I can’t… can’t remember…”

The old man turned back to him, “It’ll come in time, don’t force it. Here, you have to drink this, it will help.”

Gavin felt his head and shoulders rise. Something cold and sour was poured into his mouth. He managed not to cough, swallowing it down. He didn’t feel any better. Laid back down, he tried to make out where he was. This… he didn’t know why but he knew it wasn’t his bed, his room. It was too small, there should be a canopy over him. Instead there was a wood ceiling. And the windows were wrong, there were curtains gently waving in a breeze, he couldn’t see much past but he thought it must be sunny out.

The old man said not to force the memories, so he closed his eyes and focused on breathing. His breaths were shallow, but grew stronger over time. Opening his eyes again the world came more into focus. Atticus was beside him, holding his master’s hand in his paws.

“Atticus… what happened?” Gavin asked, “I can’t remember anything…” Nothing at all, when he tried his mind was fogged.

“You fell down the stairs! Oh Master I’m so sorry!’ Atticus whimpered, “I was trying to save you from her but I tripped!”

“Stairs?” Gavin queried. “Who were you saving me from?”

“The lady! The Princess!”

Gavin gazed at his familiar blankly, “What princess?”

Atticus stared back with disbelief, “She came through the balcony and chased us down the hall!”

When Gavin gave no indication of understanding, Atticus asked, “She had winged boots? Her army broke through the outer wall and were fighting your troops in the courtyard? She killed Avante?”

“Avan..tay…” Gavin replied, “Avante… Avante is someone big… and red right?”

“Might be short term memory loss. Do you remember your name?” The healer asked.

Gavin blinked, “Of course I do. I’m Gavin. Gavin Vanderville. And you’re Atticus Vinch the 3rd.” he added, just to make sure he remembered, “My familiar.” He tilted his head to look at the healer, “I don’t know you.”

“You wouldn’t. This is our first meeting with you fully conscious,” he said kindly, “I’m Nathwin.” “Oh…” “Nothing else?” Nathwin asked, “Where you’re from?”

He thought on that, “A… I… a high place. I think.”

“The tower,” Atticus prompted.

A tower? Gavin gave it some thought, “Sounds right… Blue I think…”

“Blue?” Atticus raised an eyebrow in surprise.

“Maybe not…” He could picture cool colored stone walls out a window as the sun set in the west casting a shadow on that side but… maybe he was wrong…? Blue stone and red cliffs  just sounded right, but maybe not.

“Alright but… where are we, then?” He realized, remembering some of those first thoughts, that this was unfamiliar, that he remembered a different room.”

Atticus took a long breath, frustration on his face and Gavin immediately felt horrible for not knowing anything. Something serious clearly happened.

“We were captured, Master,” Atticus replied, “Do you remember you’re a sorcerer? The three Kingdoms? Evellia, Upora, Trevantus? You were the scourge of the three kingdoms!”

“Scourge?” That didn’t sound good, “Sorcerer? Wait…” he paused, “Sorcerer… yes… I’m a sorcerer. But… they…” he shifted his left hand, held in Atticus Vinch’s paws, he saw his pinky finger, examining the steel piece “The ring… it… it took them away… and there was… we thought someone had done it, but they hadn’t… and I can’t do magic… I remember… I was upset last… Were we arguing?”

Atticus relaxed, a relief in his eyes, “It’s coming back a little. I guess you could say we were fighting.” He described the scene leading up to the stumble and fall, “And now we’re here in Castle Flamelle of the Kingdom of Haiweth. I never even heard of them.”

“Doesn’t… I don’t remember… I don’t remember any princess, or Lalia… was she the princess?”

“No Master.” Atticus replied exasperatedly.

“Do you seriously not remember or are you just being stubborn?” came a woman’s voice.

A tall lady dressed in men’s apparel entered the already small room, frowning deeply at him. The healer turned to raise a hand, “M’lady please don’t disturb the patient.” he requested.

“I’m sorry?” Gavin blinked.

“Leave him alone!” Atticus Vinch the III hissed.

Gavin gazed hazily up. The lady glared back. The green eyes, the red hair. Now in two braids pulled forward over her shoulders, a circlet on her head. She was tall.

“You… you fly… eyes… eye are… green…” he felt stupid as he stumbled, not sure if he was remembering her eyes or just struck by them, they seemed to burn as she glowered down.

“I’m sorry.” he ended lamely, looking away, “Am… am I in some kind of trouble?

“Understatement of the year,” she replied sarcastically, “You don’t remember pillaging and ransacking villages? Towns?” “I-” Gavin began but was cut off. “Murdering people? Making war on one or the other of the kingdoms? Keeping them from aiding each other or rebuilding?” the woman’s voice increased in hostility as she stalked closer until she was leaning over him, a hand slamming on the side table next to his head. Atticus was crouched down low, fur raised as he growled deep in his throat.

“I… I…” more and more upset at these lies, accusations… truths? He didn’t know what they were, but Gavin shook his head.

“I don’t! I’m sorry! Please stop!” he covered his eyes, beginning to cry, afraid of this woman looming over him and so confused as nothing came back to him.

“Princess please,” the healer demanded, “Your distressing him isn’t helping!”

“As he should be! The wretch-!”

“Get. Out.” The Healer hadn’t raised his voice particularly but it held such command that it halted the princess. She turned her head towards him and the two glared at each other.

“This is a house of healing. You have no right to raise your voice or frighten my patients. You can leave with dignity or be dragged out.”

“I’ll help!” Atticus snapped.

Despite how upset he was, Gavin was impressed the old man could stand up to such a frightening person. And at Atticus Vinch’s bravery. This Princess lady looked like she could snap anyone in half with her bare hands.

But she sneered and left, stalking out, head high.

Gavin gasped and swallowed, “Th-thank you.” he whispered.

“Of course,” Nathwin replied gently, “It’s alright. Here your past doesn’t mean anything. Until you’re healed you're just a sick man who needs help.”

Trembling, Gavin shrank down into the blankets, “Thank you.” he said again.

“It’s okay Master,” Atticus rubbed against Gavin’s shoulder, “It’s okay.”

Trying to take his mind off of the encounter, another question came to him.

“Atticus… if… we’re in another kingdom… it took a while to get there-here.”

“Yes?” Atticus queried, confused.

Gavin swallowed again, sniffling, “How long was I unconscious?”

“Errrrr…” Atticus looked to the healer.

Nathwin put a hand on Gavin’s shoulder, “Two months. You’ve been here in the healing house for almost three weeks.”

“G-goodness.” he tried to be bemused,  to shake off the upsetting experience just now, “That’s a… a long time.”

“And I know you just woke up, but I think you should sleep again for a few hours after this upsetting and confusing experience.” Nathwin suggested.

The patient did not care for that.

“I… I think I’d prefer to be awake… just… let’s not talk about anything more.”

Atticus rubbed against him again and slipped into his arms, “It’s okay, Master.”

He wasn’t sure what he thought about being called “Master.” It didn’t feel right. But Gavin didn’t want to talk anymore. He gratefully held his familiar, stroking the soft black fur, finding some comfort. For now at least, he could have quiet while he mulled things over and tried to remember.

“Scourge of the three kingdoms” ran through his head over and over. Atticus said it like it was a good thing. But then the princess told him all those other things  “Scourge” entailed.

Her raised,  accusatory voice rang through his head, and despite himself, Gavin cried quietly, afraid and lost.

#villain #ex-villain #exvillain #heroxvillain #villainxhero #hero #knight #champion #fantasy #sorcerer #gavin #princess #princessxvillain #villainxprincess #magic #memories #amnesia

[andypantsx3]

subtle | shouto todoroki/reader

pairing: Todoroki Shouto / Reader

status: complete

length: 2,171 words

summary: Someone leaves chocolates on your desk. You're determined to track down the sender, certain it's a mistake, and Shouto Todoroki makes himself as unhelpful as possible.

tags: romance, reader-insert, fluff, valentine’s day

warnings: aged up characters (no smut though!!)

There was a box on your desk.

There was a box on your desk, and the sight of it was enough to instantly set you on edge.

The box looked normal enough, if a little fancy, maybe. Its lacquered top glinted brightly under the fluorescent office lighting, its smooth, polished sides waterfalling into the soft matte of your desktop underneath. You weren’t close enough to read the inscription, but you could just make out some elegant, curling script inlaid into the top of the box, possibly the name of whichever company had produced it.

The box looked very normal, in fact. Only, you knew it wasn’t. Boxes didn’t just show up in the middle of the Todoroki Hero Agency, a campus swimming with pros and armed with layers of security so deep it took even you--Shouto Todoroki’s manager--fifteen full minutes to get through screening every morning. It was something very much like being a prison guard at Tartarus.

So either this box meant the agency was dealing with a security breach the likes of which had scarcely been seen before, or someone had mistaken your desk for somebody else’s.

Which, considering it was Valentine’s Day, made a lot more sense.

Buoyed by the realization it wasn't a security risk, you crept closer, peering at the box, and the script resolved itself into the name of the extremely fancy chocolatier in Hiroo district that you made a point of drooling over every time you had to make a house call on Shouto. Their prices were literally insane, so you had never let yourself wander inside, unwilling to shell out an entire week’s pay for a tiny set of chocolates. Even if they did look absolutely fucking unbelievable from the window.

Your mouth watered.

That confirmed it--this was a Valentine's gift, and it was definitely a mistake. For the briefest of seconds, you’d wondered if maybe you had gotten obligatory office friendship chocolates, but this was too much. Some poor, love-sodden flop had gone out, spent their week’s pay on someone they were clearly very serious about, and then proceeded to fuck the entire thing up by plonking their gift straight onto your desk instead of their intended’s.

You frowned, quickly checking the box over for some kind of clue as to who had left it. There was no note included, nothing even mildly helpful that would give you the slightest hint of the person who'd left it here. Which left you with the question of how to return the box to the sender without knowing who they were, or how to pass it on to whoever they’d really meant it for.

You drew your bottom lip between your teeth, staring hard at the surface of the box like you could crack its code if only you glared hard enough. The box stared back at you, unhelpfully silent.

You were still skewering the box with your gaze some minutes later, determined to unravel its secrets, when a deep voice murmured from your doorway.

“You look puzzled."

You startled, whipping around to find Shouto propping up the wall, looking as unfairly handsome as usual. He was watching you intently, those heterochromatic eyes fastened to your face in that careful way he had, the one that always made you feel too warm and slightly unfocused. As usual, it was all you could do to remind yourself that you were a professional and he was something solidly between a friend and a coworker, and no matter how cute and attentive he was, you shouldn't get any ideas.

This morning, he was dressed in his hero uniform, tall and broad-shouldered, his distinctive hair only a little ruffled from his early patrol. It wasn’t often someone tried something in the districts he watched over anymore, probably too nervous to find themselves on the wrong end of the number four hero’s temper. You knew from the reports you received to your phone that the only trouble he’d encountered this morning was a pack of amorous school girls purposely misusing their quirks to draw his attention.

Thirty minutes ago, in fact, you’d almost spit out your coffee laughing at a photo of him looking wildly uncomfortable as he attempted to ice down some girl’s lava quirk with his right hand while fighting off her unfathomably enormous bouquet with his left. It was only right that he should suffer once a year, when every other day he got to stalk about as handsome as you please, oblivious to the effects his appearance had on every breathing person within a five mile radius.

You gave him an absent nod, gaze drawn back to the box on your desk.

“Somebody accidentally left something in here,” you told him, gesturing to it. “I’m trying to figure out how to track down who it was, or who it was meant for.”

Shouto made a small noise in the back of his throat, almost like a cough, and it was enough to startle you into looking up at him again.

“What?” you asked, peering at him. Was he coming down with something? It wasn't often he got sick, but when he did, he usually attempted to hide it and needed to be steamrolled into taking time off. You looked him over, trying to assess whether or not you needed to start badgering him now.

Shouto gazed back at you evenly, his expression deceptively bland. “...You think it’s not for you.”

You felt yourself blink at him, surprised by the comment and struggling to discern his meaning. What did he mean, you think it’s not for you? “Of course it’s not for me, Shouto, it’s from Grégoire Chardin.”

You knew he’d know the place, considering he lived in the same fancy rich people neighborhood as the chocolatier, but Shouto looked unimpressed.

“Why should that mean it’s not for you?” he asked, his tone dry.

The remark caught you off guard, as his comments sometimes did, and you bit down something like a smile. Bless his sweet, oblivious, rich boy heart. Either he overestimated your appeal to his agency staff, or he really did not understand the concepts of cost and return on investment.

“It’s expensive, it’s not something you would give someone as obligatory chocolates,” you explained, watching as a white eyebrow went up. His expression sharpened into something you couldn’t read well.

“It could be a secret admirer,” he said.

You stared blankly back at him, absolutely floored by the idea.

He thought you had a secret admirer? The idea sent an excited thrill all the way down to your toes, but you quickly squashed the feeling. So far, you'd never been on the receiving end of any furtive but romantic gestures, and you really didn't get any interested vibes from anyone in the office, no lingering glances or excuses to spend more time with you. The person who paid you the most amount of attention was Shouto, which was to be expected, considering how closely you worked together. And obviously he wasn't interested, he was just happy to stand in your doorway spouting wild conspiracies about his agency staffers like they were completely reasonable things to say.

“I don’t have a secret admirer,” you told him.

Shouto’s mouth pressed into a thin line and he took an intent step forward into your office. “Is the point of a secret admirer not to be exactly that--secret? How can you be sure?”

You couldn’t help it--you gaped at him, your face going weirdly warm. Okay, was he--was he serious? You obviously weren’t the most unfortunate creature on earth, and you even had your good days, but nobody in their right mind was going to attempt anything with you when there were girls like Nejire Hado and Ibara Shiozaki roaming the hallways of his agency. Even several of the analysts and most of the support crew had you beat out in terms of appeal--literally bless this man for his obvious indifference to your appearance.

“I, uh--thanks for your confidence in me,” you said, fighting down a laugh. “But I assure you, it definitely wasn’t meant for me. I just have to figure out who left it and who they meant it for.”

Shouto shifted impatiently, like he was waiting for something.

“You’re so certain,” he said, sounding frustrated.

“Of course I am,” you waved at him vaguely. It was actually super cute that he thought you could net yourself a dude who was willing to shell out Grégoire Chardin dollars, but you were just wasting time now, lingering over the least important part of this entire affair. “Listen, Shouto. I know sometimes men talk in the locker rooms. If you--if you hear anything, will you let me know? I just want to return it, it looks way too good sitting here.”

It was actually taking all your willpower not to open it and avail yourself of Japan’s finest chocolate, considering you would never have another opportunity like this again. Maybe you should just pretend it was for you....Really, no one could fault you for opening something left in your own office. But...no. No, you knew better.

Shouto appeared indifferent to your internal struggle. He watched you for a long moment, his features impassive. “Under one condition,” he finally allowed.

You cocked an ear to show you were listening, rifling around with the paperwork on your desk to distract yourself from the chocolate. You were strong, a good person. You had willpower like steel. You did not need to eat it, no no no.

“If no one comes looking for it by the end of the day, you will open it,” he said, moving closer.

You glanced up at him, shocked. “Shouto, this is someone else’s gift,” you hissed. “I can’t just open it.”

He placed a large palm down on your desk, leaning over you slightly. “That is my bargain.”

“You want me to steal somebody’s shit in your own agency,” you accused him. You tried not to pay attention to how close he had gotten, how straight his nose was up close, the way his eyes seemed brighter and his mouth pulled into a pout almost too pretty for a man.

The rest of his expression slipped into something like annoyance, matching his pout. “If no one comes for it, then it must be evident that it was meant for you.”

You suppressed a derisive laugh. Now was not the time to get shirty with your own boss, especially when his delusions were kind of sweet. It was honestly just short of a miracle that a man who looked like Shouto did could possibly think anyone on earth would have a thing for you, regardless of his own tastes.

“What if they’re just too shy to ask for it back?” you asked, watching those heterochromatic eyes flick over you curiously.

“If it’s as expensive as you say, someone will come looking,” he said. Which was actually kind of annoyingly reasonable.

A smirk flitted across his maddeningly perfect face when you failed to come up with another argument. He had a point, and he knew it.

You let out a gusty sigh. “Fine, but only because I’m certain someone will come looking for it. Please be subtle when you’re gathering info, okay? I'm sure this is embarrassing for whoever made this mistake.”

Shouto looked almost offended. “I am perfectly capable of being subtle,” he intoned in his deep voice.

This time, you did laugh. He was quiet, maybe, very perceptive, and unobtrusive when he wanted to be, but no one had ever accused the man of possessing tact. “Yeah, okay. Just, try to channel more subtlety than you think you need, okay? No one else but the sender needs to know about the mix up.”

There was a moment of silence, and then Shouto was leaning over you more fully, eyes glittering strangely as his clean, fresh scent met your nose. You froze in your chair, brain going horrifyingly vacant as he leaned impossibly nearer. What the fuck was he doing?

“It will be like I’m not even asking,” Shouto promised, his voice light. “Not asking anyone at all.”

You tried to scrape your thoughts back into something resembling order, but the effort was all but futile. You needed to get him out of your space stat before you embarrassed yourself.

”Okay, then it’s a deal,” you said quickly. “Now go...flambé a villain or something.”

Shouto lingered for a long moment, his mouth curling a little at the corner, like he was being let in on a secret you couldn’t hear. His eyes brushed over you, almost like a physical touch. And then he was gone, pulling open the door to your office, looking annoyingly pleased with himself.

“You will see,” he said by way of farewell. “You will find out how subtle I can be.”

You stared at him in confusion, but he didn’t explain himself. He just smirked, and closed the door behind himself.

#todoroki shouto x reader #todoroki x reader #todoroki shouto #bnha #bnha fanfic #bnha x reader #boku no hero academia #shouto todoroki x reader

[kkusuka]

We all know how looks can be deceiving right? I’d love to request head cannons of Kuroo, Bokuto, Iwaizumi, Konoha, Terushima, and Atsumu with a gf that’s gifted with that super-soaker, wet-wet pussy, a pro at riding that dick, and has the gwak gwak thotty throat slobber 9000 but she is so shy, cute, and innocent at first glance. She looks like the soft-spoken librarian but when they get down and dirty, she puts her body to work and these bois just don’t know how to act from how amazing she is. Let’s say they teased her too much, so she revoked their sex privileges for a few days (not knowing how addicted these guys are on her body). Desperate bois are best bois 😈

:o

i’m shell shocked anon, you’ve blown my mind

Cw: hair pulling, super WAP, kinda fem dom but not really, severe pussy-whipped men  

Kuroo

firstly, he thought you were the innocent type up until you sucked him off for the first time

Honestly, he thought you were a total virgin prude

It wasn't really his fault, you two had met as lab partners for an AP chemistry class

You know, a class full of nerds and people he just assumed would get a job and married when they were thirty

Looking back he should have caught on after seeing you unconsciously jerking of a test tube

But, contrary to popular belief, kuroo is not the social cue master

After a few months of dating, you guys were just a horny time-bomb

Ahh~ the first blow-job, one for the books

He should have known it was going to be good just from the way you were unzipping his jeans, was it normal to almost cum just for your girlfriend palming you?

When you did get his dick out and had it all the way down your throat within the minute, he really did think you were a godsend

He didn't even know what you were doing with his balls, but whatever it was it was working

You didn’t gag or cough, even when he grabbed that back of your head and practically face-fucking you

(the real kicker was when you licked your lips after he came  and gave him that small fucking smirk, mans was done for and he knew it)

Even with all that, nothing, and I mean nothing compares to the first time you guys went at it

when I say that you guy made out for five minutes when he went under your panties and felt the pacific ocean in your panties

He was about to propose right there (and about to cum in his pants for the thousandth time)

He didn't need to but he still rubbed a few circles around your clit, but apparently, you were ready enough

Considering you grabbed his dick and fully sunk onto him in one motion

Poor baby didn't know what hit him

You had to have done this before, and if he hadn't met you in class he would have been sure you slept around and learned everything in the book

You would clench every time your sims met and- AND THAT THINGS WITH HIS BALLS AGAIN

His mind was bungled, especially after you had both come and you fell onto his chest going back to the shy and sweet version he knew you as.

What the hell was that????

Was he fucking you or were you fucking him?? Because at this point he didn't even care

After that experience, you fucked like bunnies, all the time, even in school more than a few times.  

And we all know kuroo can't shut his mouth

And he always teases you about how cute and mouse like you are outside the bedroom and how it's like he’s dating two different girls

....that hit a nerve...

Two different girls??? Well he’ll just have to endure one girl until he realizes what a blessing you are

5 days, 120 hours, 7,200 minutes, and 432,000 seconds, that's how long he lasted

He was going insane, and so he explained that he didn't mean it in a bad way and that he loved how you acted

Forgiving him you rewarded the poor cat boy, 5 rounds for five days

(he didn't want to admit it but he’s pretty sure his dick would have fallen off if you didn't relent when you did)

(he just didn't want to admit that he was pussy-whipped)

Bokuto

You actually had met at a library

One of his teachers wanted him to get a bit of extra tutoring and volunteered you for the job.

You had hit it off great! Personality-wise

(you’ll never tell him but it was frustrating that he clearly didn't understand anything you were telling him)

And you were so sweet and cute, and such a good teacher

He would know that if he wasn't too busy just staring at you and thinking about you and thinking about what you like and what you wear outside of school

(or how good your lips look, or how your thighs look so soft, or that when you get up he can see under your skirt.)

Your guy’s first time was an experience

(bokuto is the cunny easting master, don't call me out)

More cunny juice = more food for owl man

He was excited, somewhere in his mind he knew that it was gonna get better from then on

He wasn't wrong either, although he didn't let your mouth near his dick just yet, he knew that would be good considering the ‘art’ you've created on his neck

The true fuckary started with him on top, but the second he was in you he...froze

Poor baby was shell shocked, you felt better than he had thought, and he just slumped over, you thought he came but he wasn’t ready for it to end so soon

He just sat there for a few minutes, fucked out, before you just decided to flip you both over

That was more his speed at the moment

So he grabbed onto your hips for dear life and you got working

Within two minutes the two of you had created a pool of juices on his bed (bokuto had a lot of precum ok), not that he really cared

You were not competing with anyone but he already had you 2 to 0

(point 1 for the meal and point 2 for being an Olympic dick-rider)

I am also a firm believer that bokuto thrusts up, he just can't help it

You are too addictive, or the way you ground onto him in between every bounce was addictive

I also don't believe that you could even truly deny bokuto sex, he was good at guilt-tripping and he was soooooo adorable

(not to mention the puppy dog eyes  he does that could convince good to do his will)

So I’m sure the only way he wouldn't get sex would be no nut November.

(aka the devil's month of torture, actually not month, week give or take)

This year it just happens that he set a new record, 8 days

He went a whole 8 days without trying for sex

Truly he went about 10 days before he stopped begging and just took matters into his own hands

(under enough pressure Bokuto become a hard dom and no one can say otherwise)

The entire time he was telling you how pretty you were and how well your pussy takes him and that you had no ‘right’ to tell him he couldn’t have sex

He even gained a new phrase “this pussy belongs to me”

You were going to have to set some things straight once he was done ;)

Iwaizumi

You were on the student council, it felt sacrilegious to think anything but pure thoughts about anyone on the council

(that didn't really stop him)

honestly, from the moment his crush festered he wanted to ruin your little innocent vibe  

You always smiled so sweetly at everyone, and just seemed like a true goody two shoes.

And that point seemed to have been correct when you began to date

Until! The fateful day where his perceived innocent girlfriend pulled a full 180 on him!

Firstly, you had offered, out of the blue, to suck him off in the middle of the movie you were watching.

Second, he asked if you knew how, and you giggled at him with that smile he loved so much

Thirdly, when you did get his dick out, you swirled some of the pre-cum on his tip with your thumb, he started getting a bit suspicious

Lastly, you completely swallowed him down, face pressing on his hip, cheeks hollowed.

That’s when he realized that you did know what you were doing

(that also arouse the thought that you had been with someone else, which was counteracted with the fact that you knew how to suck dick by practicing on hair brushed and popsicles)

((it also helped that you barely had a gag reflex))

Truly trying to put that to the test, dom iwa came right out, grabbing your hair and telling you  to suck harder

And you impressed the man, to say the least

After that he had to fuck you, he really just had too

For the first time, he went with a solid missionary, just to test that waters

He didn’t think anyone's pussy should feel like that, but since you were his it was ok

All was well he was lost in the feeling of your pussy and the deciding moment was when you pulled him against you and started to grind your body onto his

You were putting a whole lot of body into it too, and you were so soft, and unless he wanted to cum early something was going to have to change

So he flipped and changed to doggy style, which made thighs worse???

From there you got tighter and he could see all of the wetness drips from your fold onto the sheets

Yup, you were the one for him

(solidified when he pulled your hair and you moaned like a street whore)

As for the no sex thing, that was a ride

It started when Makki asked you if you were always dripping for iwa

And after a week of no sex, he confessed to letting them on his phone and  watching a recording of one of your nightly escapades and he was sorry

(and he just wanted to show them what they were missing, y’know brag a bit)

That was, and he says the only time, he let you try to dom him

You truly were the most amazing woman in the world

Konoha

( i made him kind of an ass lol sorry)

You wee the girl who sat next to him in class

(not to be mean, but he thought you were a nerd)

You always had your uniform covering everything and you were always playing with your short sleeves

You raised your hand a lot in class, always had a pencil to borrow

He just assumed that you had cobwebs in your pussy

Proven wrong at one of the volleyball teams parties, you had apparently been dragged there by a friend (surprising)

And you both were dragged onto some weird spin the bottle game

The bottle would spring and someone would draw an action from this jar and the two people would have to do it in a bedroom in the house

Seeing as that’’s how fate goes you and him were chosen

A blow-job card was chosen

And he laughed with a friend about how you wouldn’t know what to do

Mistake, that struck a real nerve, was this guy for real?

Oh hell no

Being the baddie you were, you walked to him, grabbed him by the arm, and locked lips, breaking away after a moment you asked if he was ready to go.

Poor boy didn't even respond, he just nodded and stood up

Two minutes in, he knew what he had done

You were blowing him like it would be your last time, it should be illegal to be able to suck someone off that well

And damn you pulled away right before he was going to cum.

And then just left him! Walked out of the closet like nothing had ever happened

That couldn’t be it, he wouldn't let that be it

After two weeks of non-stop begging from the guy you agreed to a date, which led to many dates

Which led to him finally being able to fuck you

God damn, he didn't think it would get better, and it did, it really did.  

You were laying on top of him and grinding your entire body onto him

Dripping all over him and squeezing him like crazy

He was never going to let you go

Now, that same friend from that party seemed very intrigued with your relationship

And he just can't help but tell him about how amazing you were, it just sucks that he did it right in front of you in the middle of lunch

Pussy pass revoked

He didn't think he did anything wrong so he went two whole weeks without any touch and he went crazy

He fell apart and apologized

After he begged enough you gave him the pussy pass back

And now he doesn't do anything to jeopardize it

Terushima

this is gonna sound weird

But

I feel like terushima knows when someone is a good lay

It's like a secret talent of his, he just knows and his radar went off when he saw you

But he thought it was wrong at first considering you were wearing leggings and a huge sweater

Not good fuck material  

But he had to make sure, so he just walked up to you and asked if you were a good fuck

Surprisingly you didn’t punch him in the nuts, instead, you laughed at him and said that he would just have to find out

And that he should at least take you out to dinner first

Adm he took you up it, made it the best damn dinner date he’d ever be on

And you reward him

With what?

The best damn blow-job he’d ever get as long as he lived.

And it fit that to the T

It started with the little licks and swirls, then, you gotta catch the man off guard, and just take his entire dick in your throat

And with that, he was sure he had superpowers

When He came, fairly quick for his taste, you swallowed all of his cum and he was ready to marry you

If he needed to take you on a date for that, he would take you on a date every day for the rest of his life

(not every day) but that's what he did

But eventually, just a blowjob wasn't enough, oh no he knew you had a tight hole

And he knew you were gushing most of the time (ushy gushy my pussy-)

If making him suck the fingers you used to fuck yourself after he came was anything

And you tasted good, really good

He was so ready for it that he let you ride him the whole night

He thought his dick was a]going to fall off, you were just that damn good

It was insane, you were almost using him as a dildo, grinding your clit on the base of his cock

And you looked glorious, he was going to have to talk to you about recording it so he could watch it over and over

Maybe show a few people-

And that's what he did, poor unfortunate soul got the silent treatment for two days before he fell apart

He literally got on his knees and asked for forgiveness

(biggest simp on the planet, but only for you (and your dripping cunt))

He’s sure to never do it again, he’s also sure that if you asked him to step on him he would let you

(and I think he’s the most pussy-whipped)

Ok maybe you didn't fully forgive him until he showed you what his tongue piercing could do, but it was worth every moment.

Atsumu

Honestly, he was dared to sleep with the next girl who walked through the cafeteria door

And that just happens to bring you, miss. I remind the teacher there was homework

(Well he actually wasn’t really sure about that but that's what you looked like and he was already regretting his decision.)

In defense of him, your hair was in a messy bun and you had this teacher's pet aura around you

But he would be damned if he lost this bet to his brother and Suna, oh no

The moment he wa[lked up to your table you knew what was happening, and shut it down immediately

After that, you officially had his attention!

Lucky you!

Unlucky you for the fact that all he wanted to do was get in your pants.

But lucky you again because you could hold this over his head!

But one day you just woke up and chose dick (respectable)

So when atsumu did his daily “c'mon baby, you know you want some” you just stood up, scaring him

(he finally thought you were gonna kill him)

Instead, you grabbed him by the dick, literally grabbed his dick through his pants, and tugged him all the way to the roof

“Hey-hey baby, no need to be that rough”

“Shut up, Miya. pants down, now”

That was not where he thought that was going but he isn't going to complain.

“You want your dick wet so bad? Here you go!”

Honestly, he could die happy.

Not so sound gross, but you were slobbering around his cock like a pro. Now that left the thought, you had to have done this before.

You had hands on the back of his thighs pushing him further down your throat, hollowed cheeks, damn he should’ve done this was sooner

He was gonna cum-

And your mouth was gone, your hand was jerking him but that wasn't nearly as nice

“Lay back.”

Yes, yes he will do that. If what’s about to happen is what he thinks is about to happen  

And now your pussy was above his face. Ok a little detour but he’ll take it

You were literally dripping onto his face while he got to work, and you went back to sucking him off

Yup, heaven.

After you both came he made sure to tell you that that had to happen again.

And it did, you rode him to hell in the hole to heaven, and he couldn't help himself from telling the entire volleyball team about how good you were

Now he really didn't think about what would happen if the news got back to you

But he definitely didn't think that meant a whole week of nothing

Well nothing for him, you made sure to send him more than a few videos of rigid dildos and fingering yourself

A week of torture, but when it was finally over he had an entirely new folder of spanking material

he was sure about who he told about your escapades, as in he told himself and Osamu if he just wanted to vent

poor guy was paranoid now

#kurro x reader #kuroo smut #kuroo x reader smut #kuroo tetsurou x reader #kuroo tetsurou x reader smut #bokuto x reader #bokuto smut #bokuto x reader smut #bokuto koutarou x reader smut #bokuto koutarou x reader #iwaizumi x reader #iwazumi x reader #iwaizumi smut #iwaizumi x reader smut #iwaizumi haijime x reader #iwaizumi haijime x reader smut #konoha x reader #konoha smut #konoha x reader smut #atsumu x reader #atsumu smut #atsumu miya x reader #atsumu miya x reader smut #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x reader smut #terushima x reader #terushima x reader smut #terushima smut #terushima yuji x reader

[ragingbookdragon]

Time Stops When I Look At You

Barry Allen x Wondersis One-Shot

Word Count: 1.8K Warnings: None

Author's Note: Based on the ask I received! Love this pairing now! -Thorne

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When he opened the door at seven AM after getting in at three that morning, he wasn’t happy. And Hal Jordan certainly wasn’t happy to see her with a bright smile on her face as she greeted, “My dearest friend! What a blessed morning we are having, yes!”

He blinked blearily at her. “It was a blessed morning…when I was still sleeping.”

“Are you telling me you do not rise with the sun and train?” she asked. “I thought that was standard for the warriors of the United of American States.”

“United States of America, (Y/N),” he corrected, opening the door. “And to answer your question, I haven’t been in the military for a few years now. I get to sleep in before I go to work.”

(Y/N) hummed as she stepped inside. “That seems like a waste of valuable time.” She glanced back at him. “I have something important to discuss with you.”

Hal merely made a noise low in his throat and lumbered down the hall, her on his heels, into his bedroom; he collapsed back onto the bed and pulled the covers up to his ears. “What’s on your mind, Princess?”

She quickly unhooked her greaves before climbing onto the bed, laying across his body. “I am unsure of how to show affections for someone.”

He adjusted his body so that her head was on his stomach. “Really? The Princess gifted by Aphrodite doesn’t know how to show you’ve got a crush on somebody? Who woulda thought?”

(Y/N) dug her chin into his gut. “You mock me, my dearest friend.” She let out a sigh. “I was going to offer him a blade forged by my mother and sisters and recite Sappho’s Ode to Aphrodite to win his favor.” Her eyes drifted to his. “But I do not know if he likes poetry.”

“Who is ‘he’?” Hal asked.

“Bartholomew.”

He blinked. “Wait…you mean Barry? Like…our Barry?”

She nodded. “Yes.” (Y/N) stared at him. “Does Bartholomew enjoy poetry, Harold? I have more pieces prepared. The Iliad for example.”

“Please, God, don’t call me Harold.” He shuddered. “Makes me think my mom is scolding me.” He sighed, laying his head back. “Barry’s…not exactly a poetry guy. He’s more the ‘take me to a science museum’ type of guy.”

(Y/N) hummed thoughtfully. “Interesting! What is a science museum?”

“Big building with a bunch of things that make lovers of science all tingly inside.”

“And you think Barry would like that better than a sword and poetry?”

Hal snorted. “(Y/N), let’s get one thing clear. You could give Barry a dowry of a million dollars, and he’d still not get the hint.” He glanced down at her. “You’ve literally gotta tell him you like him or he’s not going to get it. Hell, probably though a science line. That’s one way to get through to him. Actually, that’s probably the only way to get through to him.”

“Hmm…and to think I had a dowry prepared back home.”

“What? Seriously?”

“Of course. Many animals and a great deal of gold.” She turned over onto her back, resting the back of her head on his stomach. “Where is a science museum I can take him to? I do not know if there is one in the city I live in.”

“There’s a really cool one in Chicago,” he offered. “I know Barry’d get a hard-on for that place.”

“A hard-on?” (Y/N)’s brows furrowed. “What does that mean?”

“Uh…”

“Is that another euphemism for arousal?”

“…Yeah.”

“You are such a man.”

“Thank you for noticing,” he chirped, glancing out the window. “Well…you woke me up and since I’m awake…wanna get pancakes?”

(Y/N) jumped up, excitement crossing her face. “YES! I LOVE THE CAKES OF PAN! THEY ARE DELICIOUS!”

Hal chuckled, tossing the covers from his body. “Lemme shower really quickly. Hey, and make sure you text Barry about going so he can put it in his schedule.”

She pointed at him. “That is a wonderful idea.”

***

(Y/N) glanced at the watch on her wrist for what seemed like the millionth time, holding the umbrella with her other. The rain poured around her, thunder rumbling above, but she stood hopeful that the Scarlet Speedster would eventually show. They had talked about the museum for days and she’d been anticipating it ever since they agreed to meet up.

Barry had texted that he would be there in the morning, but that had been hours ago, and he hadn’t answered his phone after she’d last called. (Y/N) pursed her lips as the sky darkened, and not from the storm, wondering if he had forgotten.

Perhaps I should have given him the sword and recited the poem? She frowned and looked around, seeing couples walking around, sharing umbrellas and laughing, joy etched onto their faces. No, I must wait. He said he would be here.

But as the hours dwindled and the day turned into evening, she realized he wasn’t going to make it in time. With a sigh, she turned to the doors of the museum; most of the lights were being shut off and the workers were leaving to go home for the evening.

(Y/N) smiled sadly and gripped her umbrella, turning to walk down the street. There was always tomorrow.

***

Barry rushed back to his house, speeding into his bedroom to yank out a dress shirt, a pullover sweater, and a pair of khakis that he hadn’t yet ruined. He’d completely forgotten all about the museum trip (Y/N)’d invited him on, getting so caught up in cases and running around Central, that by the time he remembered, it was already a quarter to six.

He changed and sped through his door, the streets of Central City turning into a blur as he headed for the museum in the next state. He skidded to a stop outside the museum, eyes widening when he saw the doors shut and the lights off.

“Oh no,” he whispered, looking around for (Y/N); she was nowhere to be seen. “Oh no.”

He sprinted down the street, trying to remember if she’d said she was wearing a blue dress or a red one. He should’ve remembered earlier. He should’ve sent a text. He should’ve called. He should’ve—

WHAM!

Barry went barreling to the ground, landing atop something warm and soft. The scent of flowers and metal oil flooded his senses, and after he caught his bearings, he looked up, cheeks flushing when he realized he’d landed on a woman and more importantly, face first into her chest.

“Good evening, Bartholomew.” His eyes darted to the woman’s face, and he saw (Y/N) smiling at him. “You are late.”

He floundered. His mouth opened and closed but nothing came out except a pitiful burst of air as he scrambled off her, face as red as his suit. He bent down, hauling her up. “I’msosorryIdidn’tseewhereIwasgoingandIlandedonyouandIputmyfaceinyourchestandI’msosrry!”

(Y/N) blinked at him. “I…I did not catch that, Bartholomew. Can you repeat that? Slower, perhaps?”

He raised his hands to his face, covering them as he apologized profusely, “I am so sorry, (Y/N). I didn’t mean to be late or land on you or—or stick my face in your—I’m really sorry!”

She giggled. “I am not offended.” She reached out and took his hand, pressing it to her chest. “Many friends have rested their heads on my bosom. They are comfortable, are they not? Like the finest cushions.”

Barry’s jaw dropped and this time all that came out of him was strangled noise. “I can’t feel my face,” he whispered, and she pressed her free hand to his cheeks.

“Hmm, your face is very hot. Shall we go find somewhere cool to rest?” she asked, taking the hand still pressed against her chest; she laced their fingers. “I saw an ice cream store down the street here.”

He let himself be tugged along. Every circuit in his brain had been burned out and his heart was fluttering way too fast for him to think about anything other than calming it down. But it was impossible. Barry could feel the warmth from (Y/N)’s body, could smell the delicate fragrance of roses, could see the beauty that threatened to blind him.

(Y/N) led him around for a few moments, then stopped in front of an ice cream parlor that had a big blue sign. “Here we are.” She led them inside and glanced at the menu. “Do you want anything?”

Barry blinked, looking up, though it was all a blur, still shell-shocked. “I, uh, a milkshake? Chocolate?”

She smiled. “I will order for us. Please, go sit.”

He did as she said, collapsing into one of the seats in the corner, immediately rubbing vigorously at his face to will the blush away.

After a few moments, (Y/N) sat down across from him and placed a frozen drink down. “Here you are, Bartholomew.”

Barry glanced up to see her with her own straw in her mouth, eyes shut, face drawn in joy as she sipped her milkshake. “Thank you,” he replied. “How much was this?”

“Please do not worry about repayment. I do not need one.” She looked at him with a smile. “You came.”

Suddenly he remembered how late he was. The entire day had gone by; Barry lowered his head. “(Y/N)…I’m so sorry about not making it here earlier. I never meant to leave you here all alone.”

“You are a busy man and I understand, Bartholomew. You need not apologize to me.”

He looked up and gazed at her. “You weren’t there. I thought you’d left and gone home.”

“Of course not,” she said, eyes wide. “We said we were going to meet. I was waiting for you.” She coughed slightly. “But I had to use the restroom, so that is the reason you did not see me immediately.”

“Wait,” Barry said. “Were you…were you waiting here all day?”

(Y/N) blinked. “Yes?”

Now Barry felt like a bigger jerk, and he let his head drop again. “I feel terrible, (Y/N). I’m so sorry.”

She merely stared at him, heart beating against her rib cage and the words of her people’s poetry came back to her, but so did Hal’s words. You have to tell him.

Reaching out, she rested her hand on his, urging, “Bartholomew, will you look at me, please?”

He did as she asked, meeting her eyes. “Yeah?”

(Y/N) smiled. “You must be the speed of light, because time stops when I look at you.”

For what felt like the millionth time, Barry’s mouth dropped open. She didn’t know if that was a good or a bad sign. “I…figured you would like, a line as Harold calls it, that was scientific.” (Y/N) smiled awkwardly. “I care for you, Barry. More than the bonds of battle have forged between us and…I would like to spend more time with you. Intimate…close time with you. Just us.”

Barry nodded dumbly, turning his hand over so his palm touched hers; he brushed his thumb over the back of her hand. “I would love to, (Y/N).”

“Oh, you would?” she inquired, face full of joy and he nodded, a smile crossing his own lips.

“Absolutely. But I have one request.”

“Yes?”

Barry smiled at her. “Call me Barry.”

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