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ataraxiaspainting · 4 months

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Careless Whisper.

Yan Gojo x F Reader.

Synopsis: After a long game of playing hard to get, Satoru finally gets you to go on a date with him. But you didn’t expect him to choose a farmer’s market of all places for it to happen.

Warnings: Yandere themes, threats of kidnapping, manipulation, and stalking.

Continuation of There is an Uproar.

Word Count: 1.6k.

Ten Songs Like This Piece:

This Could Be Us by Rae Sremmurd

Get Up by NewJeans

Supermassive Black Hole by Muse

Bathroom by Montell Fish

Hotel by Montell Fish

Money Trees by Kendrick Lamar (feat. Jay Rock)

After Hours by The Weeknd

Government Hooker by Lady Gaga

Do I Wanna Know? by Arctic Monkeys

The Walls by Chase Atlantic

“You’re killing me; don’t you see that you’re the winner of the game?” – Benét, Killing Eve

*~*~*~*

You hold onto the basket like a lifeline.

You grasp the handle so tightly it leaves a mark on your palm and the inner parts of your fingers, and you can practically feel splinters impaling them.

They say the devil takes on many forms, and if it were said that the devil could take the form of a white-haired man with sunglasses in whatever religious texts you were given in your childhood, you would believe that without question.

The identity of whoever or whatever forced you on this little outing is not human. You know this. He can’t be. If he is, your view of humanity will decrease tenfold from where it once was.

Should you pray to all the higher powers and heavens above that he is or is not?

“Come on, let’s get moving!” They say monsters speak in either honeyed, calm, and sweet voices or grimy and croaky ones; but this one is neither. “I kinda want to pet a chicken.”

*~*~*~*

“There’s my girlie!”

You were not surprised in the slightest when Satoru pulled up to your door with a Rolls-Royce. At the sight and the called-out nickname, you even roll your eyes and cross your arms, much to the driver’s amusement. The car is adorned with lamb's wool carpets, embellished with stunning wood and milled aluminum accents, and encased in box grain leather. Only the highest quality materials for the all-high and mighty Satoru Gojo. It is the topmost privilege for a mere mortal like you to even see it.

“You ready?” As you ever will be.

“Yeah.” Your response is quick and to the point. “You still haven’t even told me where we are going for this… date.”

The smirk that appears on his face instantly gives you the impulse to slap it off. But he is stronger, and will most likely not let you, because he is the one in control and not you. So, as he beckons you closer, you close the car door behind you and sit down on the leather seat. The drive to hit him still stands for as long as you anticipated. You just look out the window and hope it goes away.

It is nice outside. Though if Satoru’s foot was not on the peddle, you would have liked it more.

It’s spring now. The grass is bright green and tall, and you could swear that you can smell it. Tiny circles of flowers are there now and then. Dandelions and daffodils mostly. You could count them if Satoru was not driving so damn fast you think he is speeding.

He put your purse and phone in the back seat because, of course, he would want no distractions to stop you from paying attention to him.

He starts talking about how nice your dress looks and how happy he is to have you as his girlfriend.

You want to puke.

It would take at least two weeks for the smell to go away. He would have to clean it up because you would refuse to. Any damage done to his ego no matter how small is a win in your book.

You could picture it now. Satoru, long plastic gloves on his hands and wearing an apron, scrubbing the expensive carpet stained with bile and looking disgusted with you. Maybe he would give up on you then.

You almost laugh at the thought but decide against it when he starts talking with a smile that does not exactly reach his eyes.

*~*~*~*

He is tailing behind you like a grim reaper.

The black turtleneck he is wearing you suppose could count as a cloak. His face is white enough to be a skull, his hair helping you see it in your mind. All the expectations he has for you could be considered a guillotine’s blade that is ready to be let loose at any moment. Maybe a scythe. Don’t lose your head. That is what you keep telling yourself as you go down the aisles of sewn aprons and freshly baked bread and chickens wandering not too far off from the butcher’s cutting board. Don’t lose your head.

So, you keep walking to not be the victim of Satoru’s wrath.

“They’re so cute!” He exclaims, bending down to get a better look at the rabbits that are trapped within the confines of the barbed fence. “I just want to take one home! It would be like having another you around!”

His cooing makes you want to stab your eardrums out with the plastic fork you were given along with a free sample of chicken pot pie.

But you can’t ignore him either, he yearns for your responses like an addict.

“I’m not a rabbit.” You roll your eyes. Satoru responds by turning his head at you and then turning it again to make a visibly confused expression. “I’m a human. Not a pet. Not something to… lock up.” As his countenance turns somber and a hint of amusement lingers, the playful aura dissipates. Your breathing hastens, and your heart races. Perhaps voicing your thoughts was an ill-advised choice. Maybe an alternate utterance would have been wiser. Any alternative, for that expression, is one you wish to never witness again.

As you struggle to catch your breath, Satoru's steady grip on your shoulder brings a faint awareness to your hyperventilation. He calls out your name repeatedly, trying to reach through the haze of tears in your eyes. However, his words offer no solace or relief.

“Come on! Of course, you are.”

Maybe you will puke after all. But not on purpose like you originally intended.

His smile feels like a stab to the chest. Everything he does feels that way.

“...What do you mean?” What exactly does he have planned for you?

How far back do they go? Days, months, years, decades?

“You’ll see. You’ll like them, I know you will.” His hand clasps over your free one like a noose. “Either when you first know them or further down the line. I’ll be with you every step of the way no matter what you think. But just know I only have your best intentions at heart, okay? I can promise you that at least.”

“...Mmhmm. Let’s just… get moving.” Once again, you are off within a labyrinth of stalls.

You liked farmer’s markets during the warmer months, with your family and friends during school breaks and vacation times. Is that why he chose this place? Maybe. Maybe not. Maybe he also likes them. However, you cannot process the words Satoru and farmer’s market in the same sentence.

You pictured him bringing you to some nightclub and forcing you to dance under disco lights and loud music until you nearly faint from exhaustion. As much as you don’t want to admit it, maybe this is the better option.

You can’t imagine any other option. It could be worse. Those threats of his can easily become true, he could just lock you up in his penthouse and refuse to let you leave.

So, you don’t complain. You don’t want Satoru to get upset, even if you haven’t seen him that way.

“We’ll eventually move in together. Get married further down the line. Maybe have a kid or two, if we are really up to it, though I don’t mind if it is just the two of us.”

For once, you hope Satoru chooses his initial thought. You don’t want to bring any child into this hell.

“Romantic, right?”

“Uh-huh.”

His finger traces the bridge of your nose downward and the tip of it presses on its end.

“Boop!”

“Sigh…”

He does it again.

“So cute…”

“Let’s just continue.” You try so hard not to seethe. “I heard at this specific market they have good lentil soup. Focaccia too. Let’s go.”

He nods.

“Okay! We’re off!”

There is no escape, is there?

“It should be by the coffee stalls if I remember correctly.” You don’t get to finish because of course Satoru found a brand new interest to fixate on.

Aprons. Specifically, the pink lacy one that he is holding gently like a baby. “[First]! Look! You should wear it. It suits you!”

You shake your head immediately. To this, Satoru frowns. You’re hungry after being hauled around from stall to stall for the past hour or so. Can’t he understand that?

He holds the apron up closer to your face.

You turn away from it. Satoru only puts it closer. He really can be stubborn. That is what got you in this situation in the first place. As stubborn as you sometimes are, you can hardly compare to him. But that is with most things.

Money, power, influence, he will always have more than you will, won’t he? Damn it. No escape. Not from him.

Not from him.

But you can try, can’t you? You can at least try. “Come on! It would look so cute on you.” You shake your head. His frown only deepens and he sighs.

Then he shoots you a look again. The look demanding of you to be good or else. The look that gets you to obey him every time he uses it. Every time he puts his foot down.

Don’t lose your head.

Evade the blade.

“Good,” He says, handing you the apron with the smile you unsurprisingly prefer over the hellish expression he just showed you. “Go.”

You do.

Damn it. As long as Satoru keeps toying with you, you won’t ever be able to find peace. No escape. Damn it.

You slip the apron on as he watches, grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

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seuonji · 3 months

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彡 love is in the air. ー yoon jeonghan

๑ a very specific seventeen domestic scenario.

notes ๑ short scenario where you and jeonghan get into an interview session. from your friends.

genre ๑ fluff

warnings ๑ non

word count ๑ 0.4k

from aya: please reblog if you enjoyed! feedback is always appreciated<3 (i have a bunch of requests and i promise i’ll get to them but have this for now😭😭)

in the kitchen with jeonghan and his friends, seungcheol and joshua.

you four ended up here after running into each other at the grocery store. miraculously, you and jeonghan were getting groceries for your 3rd month together and we’re going to have a grand dinner cooked by you two while seungcheol and joshua were getting ingredients for the dinner jeonghan promptly rejected attending. but the problem wasn’t that jeonghan rejected. it was on the fact of, why were you and jeonghan holding hands and giggling at each other?

“didn’t you two hate each other?” joshua asked with furrowed brows as he almost stood up from his seat.

“so who fell for each other first?” seungcheol tilted his head not able to vision you together at all.

“him.” “yn.” you both said simultaneously.

you slowly turned around from the stove and placed down the wooden spoon you were holding, “you headass it was you.”

jeonghan facing you right after, he had one hand on his hip and with the spatula he was holding he pointed at you with it, “what are you talking about? it was YOU.” the fact he was wearing an apron really tied the picture together.

the bickering went on and whenever you two settled down, the flame was just ignited again as joshua asked more questions.

“who confessed first?” joshua asked while seungcheol’s eyes widened. had joshua not learnt to stop asking questions after the first?

“yn.” “him.” you two said simultaneously again and seungcheol just sighed.

“ohoho, i know you’re not talking, motherfucker you got me flowers and shit and even gave them to me at my doorstep,” you placed your hand on the edge of the stove, expressing your seriousness in the conversation.

“okay but who’s the one that invited me out to lunch and said ‘i really like being with you’?” jeonghan mocked your voice, hand on his hip again.

“that was my response to you after you said ‘i like your company.’”

jeonghan took a look at his friends and side eyes you, “now don’t believe them they can say whatever they want. like right now, they’re lying.”

joshua had you pull you down before you strangle your boyfriend, “i’m going to start recording every fucking thing you say,” you hissed as jeonghan placed his hand on his chest in offence.

this went on for the rest of the night until joshua ran out of questions but at least the food was good. overall it was an eventful celebration.

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luk4-luk1 · 7 days

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*Ensemble comes*

"LOATHINGGGGGGGGG"

#alenoah #total drama noah #td noah #total drama #alejandro burromuerto #gay #noah td #td alenoah #wicked #wicked reference #love and loathing #these dorks are so in love it makes me ill actually #they're gay your honor #theyre in love your honor #they hate each other #aya williams godbless you #feeling hate might kiss later #fanfic inspiration #fanfiction

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dokiyeom · 1 year

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WHIPPED! . PARK SUNGHOON

PAIRING: camp counselor!sunghoon x camp counselor! fem!reader

GENRE: fluff && camp au + secret relationship au :D

WORD COUNT: 0.8k

WARNINGS: none i think? pls do lmk if there r any tho!

“hey campers, let’s not make y/n uncomfortable okay?” sunghoon chuckles to himself, endeared by the starry expressions on the younger children's faces as he gently guides the children away from crowding you. they groan in protest, trying to fight him off to no avail due to the sheer overwhelming lofty height park sunghoon.

“oo sunghoon is protecting y/n! he’s in love,” a little girl sings, a coy smile decorated on her face as she clasps her hands behind her and sways around. the other children join her, cheering as they exclaim “sunghoon and y/n are in looove!”

sunghoon rolls his eyes jokingly, fighting the faint blush on his cheeks and doing his best to hide the reddened tips of his ears as he feigns nonchalance with an unconvincing laugh, “y/n and i are just friends,”

“but you looove her!” the children insist with extremely determined expressions on their faces and minuscule clenched fists, “you think she’s super-duper pretty and extremely cool!”

“i am pretty cool, aren’t i?” you agree, nodding your head as you play along with the campers. sunghoon scoffs playfully, squinting his eyes in mock contemplation as he replies “i guess y/n is cool,”

“but don’t you think she’s pretty?” a kid pipes up, drawing out the last vowel. some of the children wiggle their eyebrows for added effect, eagerly waiting for their counselor to respond.

“maybe, but i’m prettier, aren’t i?” sunghoon jokes, eyeing you to signal his desperation for a way out from all of the curious children bombarding you two about your suspected relationship.

“oh? that’s debatable,” you snort, patting one of the girls’ heads affectionately as she cups her hand around you ear and whispers, “don’t listen to sunghoon, y/n! you’re super pretty! i actually think you’re the prettiest!”

“thank you, hyein, i think you’re very verypretty as well,” you smile, your heart melting at her earnest determination to dispel what sunghoon had said earlier.

“anyways! we need to head to the field now for the next activity! come on now group 6!” you clap your hands together as you stand up and motion for them to follow you. as sunghoon jogs over to stroll beside you, he inconspicuously leans in and whispers “hey, thanks for getting us out of that, let’s go to the amphitheater later when it’s time for them to play capture the flag, just us?”

after guiding the campers from your group to the field for their next activity and getting excused by the respective activity director, you and sunghoon slip out from the crowd and make a beeline for the amphitheater.

“hey,” he smiles, tugging you down to sit on one of the benches in the back. he positions you to lay horizontally, with your head in his lap as he sits upright. you clutch one of his hands, happily tracing his palms haphazardly.

It's a relief to get away from the crowd of rowdy children and get time alone with just the two of you, even if the campers were downright adorable and you were endeared by each and every one of them.

“hoon, when do you think they’ll catch on? or leave the subject?” you ask, glancing up at him as he tilts his chin down to peek at you.

“about us dating and being in love?” sunghoon smirks, singing the last word the same way the children had done a few minutes prior. you laugh and pivot your head away, promptly dropping sunghoon's hand.

“you’re so in love with me,” sunghoon continues to tease, attempting to shift your face to meet his while you stubbornly resist.

“shut up, didn’t you say i love you first?” you retort, ultimately giving in as you turn and face sunghoon, “and ask me out with the corniest love poem and a box of meiji chocolates?”

“and then you proceeded to fall madly in love with me,” sunghoon responds simply, “i mean i don’t blame you babe, who could resist my charms?”

“didn’t you ask jay and jake for help with writing the poem? and for advice on getting me to like you? and all they gave you was a joke poem that you took seriously?” you recall with a stony countenance, dealing the final card in your arsenal as a wicked grin materializes on your face, catching the smug expression on sunghoon's face slip instantly.

“we don’t talk about that,” he mutters, dipping his head down and capturing your lips in a kiss to stop you from further teasing him, “i’ll admit that i’m super fucking whipped and so in love with you. you're super duper pretty and definitely the coolest, just please don’t bring up what i asked jay and jake,”

“no promises," you giggle, shaking your head as you snake your arms around sunghoon and tug him in for another kiss, "but i am very very in love with you with you too,”

aya's notes: is it obvious that i love writing fluff sunghoon && scenarios of him sitting with ur head on his lap.

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druh19 · 1 month

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Pode fazer icons da Mitsuki e da Aya de "the guy she was interested in wasn't a guy at all"??

Espero que goste ✨

༝ Mitsuki & Aya Icons |like and reblog if saved|

#spirit fanfics #spirit icons #120x120 #aesthetic #icon 120x120 #icons #pfp icons #aya oosawa #mitsuki koga #the guy she was interested in wasn't a guy at all #ki ni natteru hito ga otoko janakatta #druh19 icons #chaos!squad

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littencloud9 · 2 months

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i admire people who write long oneshots because by the time i hit 10k i will be FROTHING at the mouth to post it already even though it is very much not done. anyway have a kunichuu wip excerpt:

“You had a car this whole time?!”

“Jeez. Yes, obviously,” Chuuya grumbles. He opens the backseat door for Aya, who happily hops in, a wide grin on her face. “Why is that so shocking?”

Kunikida fumes. “You made me sit on your terrible motorbike for no good reason! Did you enjoy seeing me afraid? Huh?!”

“I did,” Chuuya laughs, gently closing the door. Kunikida cannot believe him. “I’m kidding. It’s faster with a motorbike, isn’t it? And it wasn’t that bad.”

It really wasn’t, but Kunikida feels embarrassed about how strongly he rejected that motorbike at first glance. He fixes his glare on Chuuya, who opens the passenger door for him with a bow, as if to tease him further. Kunikida is going to lose it.

It doesn’t help that Chuuya gets this smug, dastardly grin whenever he riles Kunikida up like this. It’s almost like this is his new hobby, and Kunikida keeps falling for it. Maybe he should create a page in his notebook on how to deal with cocky mafiosos who think they are funny when they are not.

Kunikida grouches as he gets into the car, tugging on the seatbelt with more force than necessary. He glances at the rearview mirror to check if Aya is seated safely, and is pleased to find her buckled up and ready. As Chuuya climbs in, he takes his hat off and puts on a pair of sunglasses, smirking at him.

He… doesn’t look cool. Like, objectively, super not cool. Kunikida is not going to blush.

“Is the princess ready?” Chuuya asks, tilting his head back. Aya laughs and nods rapidly. “Good. What about you, pretty boy?”

Kunikida’s face goes up in flames.

#bsd #kunichuu #i just think kunichuu and aya guys. the potential #koda aya #kunikida doppo #nakahara chuuya #fanfic #my writing

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ayustuff · 10 months

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AYUSTUFF NAVIGATION

𓂅 ❝𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉.❞ 𓏲

↪ ᴍᴇ

• ᴀʏᴀ • 19 • ғᴇᴍ • ɢɪ ɴ' ᴍʜᴀ ꜱᴛᴜғғ

|| 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐫𝐞𝐜. 𝐚𝐜𝐜 || 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐚' 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐦𝐭𝐡𝐧'? 𝐠𝐨 𝐚𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝!

|| 𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ:

| ᴡʜᴏ ɪ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ꜰᴏʀ:

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[ᴍʜᴀ] - ᴋᴀᴛꜱᴜᴋɪ, ᴅᴇɴᴋɪ

| ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ:

[ɢᴇɴʀᴇ] - ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ, ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ, ᴄʀᴀᴄᴋ, ꜱᴍᴜᴛ ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏ ʜᴇᴀᴠʏ ᴘᴀʀᴛꜱ 〔ɴᴏ ᴡɪᴇʀᴅ ᴋɪɴᴋ/ꜱᴇx; ᴘɪꜱꜱ ᴋɪɴᴋ, ғᴏᴏᴅ ᴘʟᴀʏ〕, ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴜѕᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴀʟᴇ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ.

[ᴛʏᴘᴇ] - ѕʜᴏʀᴛ/ʟᴏɴɢ ꜰɪᴄꜱ, ѕᴇʀɪᴇѕ, ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇꜱ, ꜱʜᴏʀᴛ ꜱᴄᴇɴᴀʀɪᴏ, ꜱᴍᴀᴜ. ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ʟᴏɴɢ ғɪᴄs ᴀɴᴅ ѕᴇʀɪᴇѕ ᴀʀᴇ ʀᴀʀᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴇ. (ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ѕᴛɪʟʟ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ѕᴏᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ)

ᴍᴏѕᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇᴅ ᴘᴏѕᴛ:

[ᴍʜᴀ] - " ᴀᴜᴛᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜ "

• ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢѕ: ᴀɢᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ!ʜᴜѕʙᴀɴᴅ!ᴋᴀᴛѕᴜᴋɪ x ᴡɪғᴇ!ɢɴ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

[ɢᴇɴꜱʜɪɴ ɪᴍᴘᴀᴄᴛ] - " ʜᴄ: ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏғ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴѕʜɪᴘ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɴᴇᴍᴏ ʙᴏʏѕ "

• ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢѕ: ɢɴ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ᴠᴇɴᴛɪ, 𝗑ɪᴀᴏ, ᴡᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇʀ, ʜᴇɪᴢᴏᴜ, ᴋᴀᴢᴜʜᴀ (ѕᴇᴘᴀʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ)

ᴡᴏʀᴋ ɪɴ ᴘʀᴏɢʀᴇѕѕ:

" ᴘʟᴀɴѕ " | ғᴀɴғɪᴄ

• ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ʙᴀᴋᴜɢᴏ ᴋᴀᴛѕᴜᴋɪ × ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

" ʟᴏѕᴛ " | ѕᴇʀɪᴇѕ

• ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ғᴀɴᴛᴀѕʏ ʙᴀʀʙᴀʀɪᴀɴ!ʙᴀᴋᴜɢᴏ ᴋᴀᴛѕᴜᴋɪ × ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇѕѕ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

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• ʙᴇ ғʀᴇᴇ! ʙᴇ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ, ʜᴀᴠᴇ ғᴜɴ. ᴍʏ ᴘᴏѕᴛѕ ʜᴀѕ ᴅɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ɢᴇɴʀᴇѕ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴄʜᴏᴏѕᴇ ғʀᴏᴍ, ᴄʜᴏᴏѕᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏᴅ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ.

• ɪɴ ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪѕ ʙʟᴏɢ ʏᴏᴜ ѕʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇ; ʀᴀᴄɪѕᴛ, ʜᴏᴍᴏᴘʜᴏʙɪᴄ, ᴘʀᴏ-ѕʜɪᴘᴘᴇʀѕ, ʀᴜᴅᴇ ғᴏʀ ɴᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴘᴇʀ ʀᴇᴀѕᴏɴ, ᴇᴛᴄ... ᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ʙʟᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ.

• ɪɴ ʀᴇǫᴜᴇѕᴛɪɴɢ ᴀ ғɪᴄ, ѕᴇɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟѕ. ɪғ ɪ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇѕᴘᴏɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇǫᴜᴇѕᴛ ɪ ᴍᴀʏ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ɪᴛ; ᴏғ ʀᴇᴀѕᴏɴѕ ɪᴍ ᴜɴᴄᴏᴍғᴏʀᴛᴀʙʟᴇ, ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʏᴘᴇ ᴏғ ᴘᴇʀѕᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ. ᴇᴛᴄ...

• ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ѕᴇɴᴅ ᴀ ʀᴇǫᴜᴇѕᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ѕᴜʀᴇ ɪᴛ'ѕ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴏᴘʀɪᴀᴛᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ!

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Under the Third Eye

A while back, I wondered "What would have happened if Koishi had won in SA's extra stage and brought back a pet, like she threatened? How would anyone deal with that?"

Well, here is my answer, in all it's 4681 words of glory. This will be on AO3 once I have an account (T-12 days), but I'm not waiting that long.

Future note: This is now on AO3! Go read it there, the formatting is better.

Authors note

This is my first fanfic, but I have done a reasonable amount of original writing. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it. As silly as the premise is, I tried to approach it fairly genuinely, and it ended up being more emotional than I expected going into it. I tried to be fairly faithful to the characters, though some of them haven't been developed much in canon, so I did what I could.

The work is PG-13 overall. In terms of content warnings, the premise is based kidnapping. The only other thing that comes to mind is a brief allusion to self harm, which could be upsetting to some readers.

The formatting is a bit off (non-standard indents mainly) because tumblr, but not too bad as far as I can tell. (the "<>"s are intentional).

Satori stared at the paper in front of her, or rather, she stared through the paper. Do I really have to decide this today? The answer was yes, as it had been 15 minutes ago. That was the trouble with conflict; someone always had to pick up the pieces afterwards. In this case, the trouble was staffing. With so many of her pets having been injured, ensuring Former Hell was properly managed after the incident was quite the balancing act. Things would get easier over the next few days, but that did little to help now.

The door to her study, which was never fully closed, opened wider to allow a two-tailed cat with black-and-red fur to enter. Casually, she made her way to Satori, leaping into her lap and curling up snugly. Satori reached down and stroked the cat absently. She considered asking Orin about her current dilemma. While the cat had a quick wit, especially compared to many of Satori's other pets, she wasn't good at seeing the big picture. Alas, this burden was Satori's alone.

<Koishi's back. She seems to be in a very good mood> Orin thought.

"Oh, did something interesting happen?" Satori asked. Satori's ability to read minds was greatly appreciated by her pets, whatever anyone else thought.

Satori continued stroking the cat for a moment, before pausing. Wait, from the surface? She generally liked that her sister took the initiative to acquire new pets from around the underground. After all, everyone needs company, and she often got too caught up in her work to spend time with Koishi. Satori also didn't mind her taking trips to the surface. Her sister was capable of taking care of herself, as much as she worried otherwise, but taking pets from the surface was something she'd had to put a stop to. Too many of them weren't well suited to the subterranean palace and its surroundings, while others would be too sorely missed above, which drew unwanted attention. Koishi had generally heeded this request, so why the sudden change? What exactly had she brought back?

Deciding this was more pressing, and likely more interesting, Satori carefully removed the cat from her lap and headed towards her sister's room. Rin followed close behind.

The pair arrived at Koishi's room, and Satori knocked.

"Come~ in!" Koishi called out in a sing-song voice, a habit that Satori could only assume came from observing people on the surface.

Like most in the palace, Koishi’s room was quite large. It was lit by blue crystals that hung from the ceiling, as well as by a set of windows that let in light from the courtyard beyond. As usual, the room was cluttered. Though some of her pets were tasked with keeping the place tidy, Koishi had a habit of just setting things down on the nearest flat surface when she was done with them. This had more than once led to a rather bemused Orin being placed on a shelf.

Satori was not focusing on the decor however, instead she stopped in the doorway as soon as she saw her sister's newest pet. Rin, seeing an opportunity, ran through the door to Koishi, who immediately broke into a wide grin.

“Orinrin!” she cried, squishing the cat's face in her hands. The cat seemed to enjoy this at least as much as Satori’s more gentle approach.

A few moments later, Satori finally managed to speak, “Koishi, what… how? What did you do?” The cause of her surprise was a girl with dark hair and a large red bow, who was currently asleep in the bed, covered by the duvet. A gohei, a long piece of wood from which hang two zig-zagging paper streamers, was leaning up against the wall nearby. Satori recognized the girl immediately, as she had met, and subsequently fought her earlier that very day.

“Oh, this is Reimu. You know her right?”

Satori nodded weakly as she entered the room. She turned, and carefully closed the door behind her. She took advantage of facing the other way to close her eyes and think. My little sister, whom I love and support, has brought home that damn shrine maiden… as a pet... and I'm the only one with enough sense around here to understand why that's bad… What did I do to deserve this? Resigning herself, she turned back to the rest of the room.

“I ran into her on top of the mountain,” Koishi continued, beaming.

I could use a little more than that, if I’m being honest. Also, what is that look for? Satori mirrored the smile. It wasn't very convincing, but Koishi was easy to convince. What exactly am I supposed to do about this? I'd considered what to do if it was a human, but not this human. She took a deep breath. Right, process of elimination. Killing her would raise all kinds of hell nowadays. Should I dump her on the surface and hope that’s the end of it? Maybe, though she'd be pissed. Apologize and let her go? Same problem, and she's not exactly the type to wait for explanation anyways.

She had been staring at Koishi this whole time, though the girl was entirely unperturbed. Why does she have that look? Is that... pride? Then, her own words from earlier in the day came back to her: "That girl's power would certainly be useful around here." Damn, is this my fault? Of course Koishi would take that literally; she's Koishi. She thinks this is what I wanted, which would explain the smug look… But wait, she found and defeated Reimu and brought her all the way back here just based on that? That's... a lot for someone who can’t really plan things. What’s gotten into her?

Koishi had turned her attention back to the shrine maiden, who she was staring at with rapt attention.

But... that was the point of the pets, right? To get her to care about others, to get her to take an interest, so that she would...? Satori realized that she was still holding the fake smile and let it drop. She turned to look at Reimu herself.

Was it just what I’d said earlier, or does Koishi have her own reasons for doing all this? Is there something special about this shrine maiden? Damn, I’d need her awake to figure any of this out. Perhaps dumping her on the surface isn’t so great an idea, as much as it would simplify things. That just leaves talking and... Koishi's plan... if you can call it that. Lovely.

"Koishi, would you mind heading down to the kitchen and helping them get dinner ready?" Satori asked, trying not to sound like how she felt.

"But... I want to stay here... with her!" Koishi said, pointing, as if Satori wasn’t sure who she was talking about..

Satori sighed. "She needs her rest. Besides, I bet she'll be hungry when she wakes up. You remember what I said about feeding your pets, right?" She didn't like being dishonest with her sister, but it was convenient. Koishi paused, then smiled, and nodded. She left the room in a rush. Rin narrowly avoided getting her tail stepped on, then looked to Satori.

<You’ve got a plan?>

“Always,” Satori lied, "now go find where Okuu is napping. I want her in the palace, just in case." In case of what, I don't know, but like it or not, she probably has the best chance against Reimu if things go bad. Well, Koishi actually won, but she’s not exactly reliable. That human may have been the one pushing for non-lethality, but she’s still a human.

With the room now to herself, aside from the slumbering Reimu, Satori sat in the chair and thought. You could have at least waited a day, Koishi.

At last, she reached a decision. The best one, I hope. She focused her third eye on the sleeping figure, peering at her mind. Ah, so Koishi put her under hypnosis. I thought she might still be able to do that, closed eye or no. No matter, it would be easy to undo, at least from the outside.

Not long after, Reimu stirred. <Bwuh..? Where... am I?> she wondered. Reimu sat up slowly, blinking the sleep from her eyes.

"The Palace of the Earth Spirits. Welcome back." Satori replied. Reimu turned and stared, all traces of drowsiness evaporating. She leapt from the bed, reached into her sleeve and pulled out several paper talismans. With her other hand, she grabbed Satori by the collar and lifted her into the air.

"Your sister kidnapped me!" Reimu shouted, "Don't give me a 'welcome back'! Where is the brat!?"

Satori dangled limply in Reimu's grip. "Seems you lost fair and square, shrine maiden. Don’t be a sore loser.” She paused as it looked like Reimu might throw her. “As Master of this palace, I wouldn't mind a rematch though. I'd even let you go free, if you won."

Reimu’s brow furrowed. "And what’s your stake?" <Wait, she's challenging me? She didn't put up too much fight last time, but my body hurts like hell, and she seems more confident than ever.>

"Expecting to lose?" Satori asked, smirking slightly. "I’d just want you to do me a favor for me. I’m not sure your human body would withstand it, but there’s no reward without some risk."

<What’s this girl’s problem?> "Fine, I'll fight you again," Reimu said, releasing the girl, who fell backwards, taking the chair with her.

Satori got back on her feet. If she was upset at Reimu's roughness, she didn't let it show. "Let's go out to the courtyard. The flames from below will serve as an excellent backdrop."

The Palace of Earth Spirit’s central courtyard was quite magnificent. Windows looked down on it from all sides, many of them stained glass, depicting scenes of both the underworld and the world above. There was a garden lining the outer edge of the courtyard. It contained plants rarely seen on the surface, as well as a number of fruit trees. The source of their energy seems to be the large vent which dominated the space. It led down into the underworld’s flaming depths. Great mechanical shutters allowed the upward flow of heat to be regulated. At present, the shutters were three-quarters closed. Even this small opening allowed enough light from below to fill the courtyard and a pillar of hot air, traced with wispy flames, to ascend towards the surface.

The two combatants took their places to one side of this vent. They stood forty feet from each other, Reimu armed with the tools of her trade and Satori with nothing but her mind.

"Ready?" asked Reimu. She had her usual look of determination, now tempered by anger.

"Ready," replied Satori, calm as ever. The two rose a few feet into the air, then Reimu launched forwards, wasting little time.

"I forfeit," called out Satori, dropping back to the warm stone of the courtyard.

<I've got her- > "WHAT?" Reimu staggered midair, trying to slow her momentum. She came to a skidding stop directly in front of her opponent. "What do you mean you forfeit? We hadn't even started. You can't do that!"

Satori stared at her coldly. "It means you’ve won. That's what you wanted, so why are you complaining?"

"I want to fight you! You think you're so high-and-mighty, and now you've got and forfeited!?"

"I said it before, but I'm not fond of violence."

"You're just a coward! Too scared to face me again."

"I have more important things to worry about than your ego. If you want to sait your oni-like thirst for violence, I'm sure Okuu over there would be happy to oblige." Indeed, the hell raven was sitting on the inner edge of the vent, oblivious of the heat. She was gazing into the depths below and swinging her feet through the fiery air. The right one, weighed down by its rocky exterior, swung out of time with the left.

Reimu’s tirade derails slightly. "You’re the one who said we should fight in the first place. What was about that favor? Giving up on that so easily?"

"Were it just me here, perhaps I would fight for it. But I don't need any more damage to my palace or my pets right now," Satori replied. "If you must know, I was going to ask to have you for dinner-"

"YOU WERE GOING TO EAT ME?!" Reimu shouted, anger reigniting. Satori stared, eyes-wide for a moment, then began to laugh. It started out as a chuckle, but rapidly became uncontrollable. The girl bent double, holding her knees. Although laughter is rarely considered a skill, Satori was bad at it. The sounds coming from her were fitting for Former Hell. Even Okuu looked over at the commotion.

<What on earth... what's funny about this?> Reimu thought. There was another thought, too quiet for either of them to fully notice: <she look so different when she laughs.>

"As a guest, Reimu," Satori managed to get out at last, "not an entrée. Oh my word." She pulled herself upright and wiped a mirthful tear from her eye. "My sister and I aren't much for eating people."

<...and your pets?> "Ah, I… I see. I guess that's a relief,” Reimu said, uncertainty entering her voice for the first time since woken up.<Where the hell do I go from here?> “But uh, you said the favor would 'push my body to its limit', so I got the wrong idea, I guess. What exactly did you mean by that?"

"Well... we have some sake that we sto- acquired from the oni and it's been kinda in the way lately. If you wouldn't mind drinking some of..."

"You stole sake from the oni? You?" <They'd rip you to shreds.>

"Well, Koishi did. I ask her not to steal, but I figure the oni are fair game," Satori explained, ignoring Reimu's afterthought. “We’re not heavy drinkers, so I figured you might be able to stomach some of it?”

Reimu took a moment and pretended to consider the offer. <Is this girl OK? Her loss I guess.> She stood a bit taller as she spoke, "As a show of uh, goodwill, I would be willing to relieve you of your sake. After all, if the oni found out you had it, I'm sure they'd cause you no end of trouble. Best I drink it instead, to be safe."

"Ah, what a good idea. How very… selfless of you." This girl's mind is like a lock; you find the right key and the whole thing flops open. Not sure why she's talking like that though… Is it some lingering effect of Koishi’s hypnosis or the fumes? Oh well.

For dinner, they were joined by Koishi, who was overjoyed to see Reimu again, as well as Okuu and Orin. The two sisters sat on one side of the table, while the three pets sat on the other. Okuu and Orin started devouring some eggs and pieces of raw meat, which Reimu tried not to look at too closely. The other’s had more ordinary fare.

"Koishi, do you have something to say to Miss Hakurei?"

The younger sister hesitated a moment before speaking, “I’m sorry for attacking and kidnapping you.” She put on an almost theatrical expression of remorse.

<She says it so bluntly> “I… appreciate the apology. I didn’t mind fighting you, just… don’t knock me out afterwards, alright? It’s kind of a d- not nice thing to do. It also causes trouble for your sister.” Koishi nodded at this, looking serious, then went back to her food, smiling to herself. Trouble indeed, mused Satori, though you're not one to talk, Reimu.

“Say Koishi, do you spend a lot of time on the surface?” Reimu asked, “I’m surprised you were able to find your way to the Moriya Shrine all by yourself.”

“Oh, I do! I like to see what people are up to and hear what they are talking about. I travel all over the place.”

<You’re ok with this?> Reimu thought.

Satori shrugged. “I couldn’t stop her if I wanted to, so she’s generally free to explore. Besides,” Satori said, smiling slightly, “she can hold her own.”

<You’re pretty smug for someone who lost. Twice>

“You should come down here again sometime so we can fight again! It was really fun!”

<Yeah, but this place kinda sucks.>

“I’m sure Reimu is plenty busy with her shrine,” Satori explained, aiming a dirty look at Reimu.

“Shrine?”

“Of course. It’s easy to forget, but Reimu is a shrine maiden. She looks after the Hakurei Shrine, near the human village.”

“Oh, that place!”

“Have you… been there?” Reimu asked, returning the look.

Koishi nodded. “I followed some kids up from the village. There were a lot of people and stalls. I got this!” she said, reaching into her pocket and pulling out a small charm, on which was written “bullet evasion” in familiar handwriting.

<Ah... Wait, she goes to the village too?>

“And by ‘got’, do you mean ‘stole’? I’ve told you about taking things without permission. People might not notice you, but they notice when things go missing.”

Koishi nodded, though she didn’t look very apologetic.

“Next time you’re in the area, you can visit the shrine and pay me back. I can even give you a tour.”

Koishi’s eyes lit up. “Really? I’ll come by tomorrow!”

<Great, I was hoping to take the day off, maybe try out the new hot springs…>

“I’m sure Reimu will be very busy dealing with the aftermath of the incident. Best let her work on that first.”

The conversation quieted down from here, with everyone focusing on the food.

<When’s the right time to ask about the sake? Getting kinda thirsty here…> Satori reached under her chair and pulled out a large jug, placing it on the table.

I meant to get it out at the start, whoops.

As dinner started to slow, Koishi spoke up, “Can you tell me more about your fights earlier? Satori kinda made them sound boring, but I want to hear from you.”

“I’m sure she did. Alright, it started with me heading into a cave…” Reimu then recounted her earlier adventures. Satori interrupted occasionally, cutting through some of Reimu’s boldest exaggerations, though Koishi didn’t seem to care much whether a given detail was true or not.

At last, once they had finished, Koishi gave a round of applause. “Wow, that’s quite the story. It’s way cooler than my sister's version,” Koishi said, beaming at Reimu. “But how did this all this start? Seems you just kinda wandered into things. Like me!”

All eyes turned to Okuu, who continued eating eggs, before noticing the sudden attention.

“Huh? Uh dor rea oh,” she tried, before swallowing, “I don’t really know. There was some woman who wanted the strongest bird, then I felt real weird, then I had all this power. I’m not really complaining, to be honest.”

“We think the Moriya Shrine is involved, but I wasn’t able to ask because you attacked me,” Reimu explained, looking pointedly at Koishi.

“Ehehe…whoops. I said I was sorry...”

“Alright, I think that’s enough for dinner. If Okuu eats any more eggs she’s going to be sick. Besides, you should get to bed Koishi.” Then, as Koishi moved to protest, “You can see Reimu off in the morning.”

<Morning?>

“What, were you planning on going through Oni territory and half of Gensokyo in your state? In the dark, no less?”

“How ca-”

“We have clocks, you know.”

<Ah.>

Koishi left, but not before giving Reimu a hug. After she was gone, Satori walked to the other side of the table. Okuu and Orin stood, and their master addressed them in turn.

“Okuu… it’s good to have you back. I know things are a bit… complicated, but I’m sure we’ll manage.” She reached out and patted the girl’s head.

“Orin, you did well today. Thank you,” she said, kissing the Kasha on the forehead. “You pets don’t have to tackle things by yourselves, you know. I won’t be mad if you need help.”

With the cat and raven gone, Satori returned to her seat.

“Of course. Aside from my sister, my pets are all I have.”

“Few places are as lonely as an empty palace, Reimu.” There was a pained note in her voice that Reimu hadn’t heard before. There was a heavy silence for a moment, then Satori grabbed a cup and poured herself some of the sake. When she continued, her voice had returned to its usual tones.

“I’m not typically one for strong alcohol, but I should probably taste some before you finish it off.”

“Wait, you made it sound like you had a whole bunch.”

“I lied, of course. It’s almost as useful as mind reading.” Reimu considered this for a moment and Satori elected to let her finish this time.

“What is this all about?” Reimu asked, gesturing broadly.

“‘This’?”

“You know what I mean. First I think you’re trying to keep me here as a pet, then you’re asking me to leave, then you're getting me drunk and telling me to stay the night. Why can’t you just say what you actually want?”

Satori sipped her sake a moment before speaking. “‘Just tell me the truth’ is something often said by people who are bad at accepting it, but very well. The truth is that I don’t really like you Reimu.” She held up a finger, forestalling Reimu’s interruption “I don’t mean that as a personal slight. I can see why people put up with you.”

<Gee, thanks.>

“That being said, mind reading isn’t like reading a book; it’s more like listening. Some thoughts are easy to ignore, while others… aren’t. Emotional thoughts are by far the loudest and you…” Satori continued, “...are a person driven by emotion. Again, that’s not an insult; I think it’s probably what makes you so good at what you do, but it does make being near you… challenging.”

“So then why get me to stick around?”

Satori sighed, looking into her cup. “Koishi, really. She’s a bit obsessed with you. I gave my sister pets in the hopes they would help her like they helped me. I needed quiet, simple companionship, but my sister and I aren’t very alike. Or at least, not anymore…” Satori seemed to lose herself in thought for a moment, before continuing. “But she seems fascinated by you, more so than by any pet I’ve given her. Perhaps your thoughts are loud enough to reach even her, or perhaps she just finds you worth listening to.”

Two sat in silence, the words hanging in the air “Are you… trying to get her to open her third eye?”

“Yes.”

“Why? She seems happy as she is.”

“How would we even know? She closed it because she felt that the world, or rather, other people had little to offer her. When your ears only hear hatred, your eyes only see fear, it can be tempting to get rid of them. I want her to hear and see beautiful things, to find value in others.”

“Of course I have. Things were... bad, but I remembered when we were young. Satori are social creatures; being able to communicate so directly is an incredible thing. I’m not sure a human could really get it, but I want that back…” Silence fell over the table, again.

“Why not explain all this from the start?”

“You wouldn’t have listened, that’s not who you are. So I tricked you. Figured you wouldn’t turn down a challenge. Worst case you at least got out of my hair.. Don’t look so upset, you got Oni sake out of it, after all.”

<Don’t treat me like one of your pets.>

Reimu yawned. “Well, I’m not sure how much I can help, but I suppose if she wants to come visit, I don’t mind. Not that I could stop her anyways…”

“I appreciate that,” Satori said, getting to her feet, a little unsteady. “Best we both get off to bed before this stuff hits us too hard.” She waved the now empty jug.

“I suppose so. Oh, and thanks for stopping Koishi from making me her pet”

“I’m sorry?” Both girls stared at each other, blankly.

“You… you told Koishi she can’t have me as a pet, right? Like, she understands that, right?”

“I just told her that it’s not really a pet if they run and don’t come back. That seemed to satisfy her.”

<ah.>

The next morning, the two sisters saw Reimu off. Koishi was a little upset, but it didn’t last once the prospect of a shrine tour was brought up again. The great doors of the Palace of the Earth Spirits closed with a thud. The two sisters stood in the lingering silence.

The voice was quiet, but Satori loved it all the same.

Epilogue

In the end, Reimu’s visit actually ended up helping Satori with her decision. She elected to grant her pets a holiday, as reward for their hard work. It would create problems later, but such was life. It also gave her a chance to take care of another matter.

Aya Shameimaru worked away at her typewriter. This edition had gotten quite large, what with all the events of the last day. Even this morning there had been critical updates that just couldn’t be left out. This was looking to be one of the best editions of Bunbunmaru Newspaper in years!

She heard the door to the office open and called out, “Yeah, just leave it on the table. I’ll get to it in a minute.”

“I’m… not here with your lunch,” said a voice. It wasn’t a tengu’s. Aya turned to see Satori, standing right next to her.

“Ay!” she cried, nearly falling out of her chair, “I ah, I don’t s-suppose you’re here for an-an interview?” she said, a look of almost manic hope on her face. <Ayayaya…>

“Not quite. I was curious what you had written in your paper there.”

“Alright! That’s enough,” Satori interrupted, closing her eyes. Damn tengu. “I don’t mind you writing about the incident, but leave my sister out of this.”

“But…” Aya stalled a moment, then recovered her usual tenacity, “your sister poses a real threat to Gensokyo. It’s my duty as a reporter to infor…”

“You want to talk threats?” Satori asked.

<aayyaa.> ”Y-you can’t threaten me! We’re surrounded by tengu! You’d b-be in real trouble!”

“Yes, but that doesn’t help you much, does it? But I’m not going to hurt you. I’m not fond of violence. Instead, my threat is this: If you write about Reimu losing to my sister, or her disappearance, I will end your newspaper. Not by force, but by making my own paper. Do you think you can compete with a mind reader? One who can pull out even your secrets?”

<N-no.>

“Then we don’t have a problem. Pleasure doing business with you.” Whoever decided to make tengu smarter than birds should try talking to one for 5 minutes.

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ayahachitwister · 6 months

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It’s the 2 year anniversary of The World Ends With Witches!! Sadly, I didn’t plan anything special for this year, so… well, you get to see the cast portraits together instead??

Anyway, super huge thank you to all my readers for sticking with me this long! It really means a lot~

And a link to it for any new readers who want to check it out and join Shiki and Rhyme on their mysterious adventures in Shibuya:

#tweww #the world ends with witches #twewy #the world ends with you #fanfic #tweww spoilers #twewy witch au #shiki misaki #raimu bito #rhyme bito #neku sakuraba #daisukenojo bito #beat bito #joshua kiryu #yoshiya kiryu #eri twewy #aya’s fanfics #aya’s art #thank you!

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ataraxiaspainting · 1 month

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Catch a Grenade.

Yan Nanami x GN Reader.

Synopsis: You should have just left that damn satchel where you found it.

Warnings: Yandere themes, kidnapping, some infantilization, humiliation/manipulation, and violence.

Word Count: 900.

Continuation of Never Let Me Down Again.

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“Go.” Only one word, said so coldly yet loud enough to hear it above the stomps of Kento’s clad feet making their way down the hall. “I say this only once.”

The only reason he does not tug you is because he will surely accidentally break your wrist or your arm.

You know this from experience, all without words and all with actions.

“Since you have planned so much, you should have planned for other possibilities.” You cannot see his face because you are facing the corner of the living room, your forehead leaning against one of the walls. You cannot see his face, but you know he is furious, from the tone in his voice to the position he forced you into. He put you in the time-out corner, a corner that you have not been put into since the first month you arrived here.

The walls are a dull marigold and smell of spoiled milk. This corner also has a large white spot that is uncovered by the paint, and so you attempt to push your nose against that instead.

In what felt like months ago, you attempted to tear off the paint out of boredom. Kento was angry, but not angry enough to buy more paint to fix it.

“I do so much for you…” He says, and there is the sound of his armchair squeaking slightly. He must be sitting on it, grimacing. There isn’t any other cause to think about, not when this sound has been the only one you had heard for months, aside from Kento’s tones, the television, and your cries. Yeah. That must be it, you think. “God. What the hell were you thinking? I have work tomorrow too…”

You don’t say anything. You close your eyes and breathe in the only piece of air that does not smell so rotten. You can imagine being somewhere else, doing something else, other than being here, and being forced to stand on your tiptoes against a coat of yellow latex. Anything else.

“Answer.” He demands, and you can hear the soft sound of his right foot thumping up and down on the musty carpet floor. “Or do you want to be in more trouble than you already are?”

Out of instinct, out of a want so embedded within you, to survive, you stutter out some hardly audible words.

“You don’t have any logic in you, do you?” He sounds so disappointed, and your mind goes to the image of him having his arms crossed. “I’m right. Aren’t I?”

Your toes hurt already. But it feels like something is holding you up by your neck and forcing you to stay there. An invisible noose made of fear. An invisible weight in your chest too.

…

“I’m sorry, Kento…” You murmur, sniffling as tears and snot and drool run down your face.

“No, you’re not.” He refutes. You can hear him turn to another page of whatever he is reading.

“Please. I am… I am…” You repeat I am a few more times, feeling humiliated, like just an infant who doesn’t know their place.

A sigh. “Are you? Are you? How do I know you’re not lying, hmm? Again?”

Even the soft carpet underneath your toes feels like a bed of thorns at this point. Everything hurts.

“Please, Kento…! I am…! I am…!”

A whine escapes your lips, like a defeated dog sent off to rest in their crate without a treat: a dog, a mutt, a pet.

“Are you?” Another familiar sound of pages turning. You must have been here for hours at this point, so the thing he is reading must be quite long indeed.

So long.

You can imagine him rubbing his thumb and pointer finger into his brow area in frustration, disappointment, in apathy pretending to be sympathy. “You don’t appreciate what I do for you… Do you?”

You can feel a glare, and the ghost of something squeezing your neck to force more desperate words out of you. “P-Please, I’m-”

You hear the squeak of Kento’s armchair again.

You feel hands, the same hands that always felt so strong, on your shoulders, and you are turned around with ease. He looks at you, but you don’t look at him. You look at his shirt, his work shirt, still halfway unbuttoned with his tie hanging loosely from the stained collar. You can smell his cologne, although it has almost fully faded away. You can remember tying it before he left for work this morning, he looked so happy that you were behaving so well for him.

You almost scream out thank yous, but then Kento ruins your small moment of happiness again.

“We aren’t done.” You see the book he was reading this whole time, it is thick and red and looks so heavy. The pain on your cheek came so fast that you didn’t even see it move. You stumble back, the back of your head hitting hard against the white spot on the wall.

You were too focused on the pain, on crying even more, that you didn’t notice the book being raised again.

#yandere #yandere x reader #aya abstractions #yandere nanami #yandere jujutsu kaisen x reader #yandere jjk x reader #yandere jujutsu kaisen #yandere jjk #yandere nanami kento #yandere kento nanami #yandere nanami x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jjk fanfic

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eleemosynecdoche · 8 months

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Iizunamaru Megumu contemplates her desk. The open expanse of it. Neatly sorted. In and out trays thoroughly browbeaten. Two subordinates sit on the other side. They look at her without looking at her. She whistles tunelessly. "What the fuck is a Gundam?" she asks.

The one on the left says, "I think it's an Outside thing."

"An Outside human thing," the one on the right adds.

"That goes without saying," the one on the left says. "How many tengu do you think are left out there? How many kappa?"

"What would you know? You only go out on those trashy hunting expeditions," the one on the right says.

"If you two even think about touching each other, let alone sucking face," Megumu cuts in, "You will both go with me to karaoke in the morning, and you will both sing until you puke." She looks them in the eyes, first left, then right. "Now. Who would know things about the outside?"

They remain silent. Hands folded. Sneaking glances at each other. Megumu grinds her teeth. "Shameimaru. She's useless. Bottom of the barrel. Surely she knows something about outsider things." They nod, cautiously.

"Well, go get her!" Iizunamaru's voice rises only a hair in volume. The two stare at her, and she realizes the question that must be bubbling up in their mind. "You won't need a wolf, just go tell her to come see me. She's docile. Compliant. Towards me."

They run off, indecently fast. Her other direct reports are quietly pretending to work, but keep glancing at her. She ignores them, takes an obsolete memo and a pair of scissors from a drawer. Snip. Snip.

By the time Shameimaru Aya arrives, flanked by the tengu twosome, Megumu has produced a little flurry of makeshift monochrome confetti, and something that looks vaguely like a lace doily. Megumu beckons for Shameimaru to take a seat.

She wastes no time. "Gundam. What is it?"

Shameimaru stares at her like she was an otter in disguise. "How should I know?"

"You sell your newspaper to the humans," Megumu says. "You sell it to that halfyoukai who collects things from the Outside. Haven't you learned from them?" She sighs. "Didn't you try to get close to the Moriya shrine maiden, too? She's an outsider as well."

"That doesn't mean I ask them about every single detail of outside life! They say "Gundam", they say "Royal Host", they say "gachapon", the, uh, 'esper' who dreams her way in talks about "gacha" without the "pon"... do I ask for more details? Only if it's relevant to the article!" Shameimaru's chest is puffed up in a kind of pride.

Megumu looks at her. It's precisely the right thing to say, but she's read Bunbunmaru for years. She's seen Aya interviewing. She looks heavenward. She looks to Hell. No answers manifest through the ceiling, no guidance rises from the floor. "Who might know about Gundam?"

Shameimaru shrugs. "Himekaidou might. She looks like a younger woman to humans, outsider girls or the Moriya shrine maiden might have shared more freely with her." She smiles beatifically.

Megumu considers what she's heard about Himekaidou Hatate and Shameimaru Aya and their relationship. "Get Himekaidou," she tells her underlings. "You stay here," she tells Shameimaru, who's beginning to edge towards the door with them.

"I wasn't going anywhere," Aya says, taking a seat and adjusting her tokin primly.

Himekaidou arrives soon after, looking disagreeably pouty and youthful and vibrant to Megumu's eyes. She snaps, before Himekaidou can offer pleasantries. "Gundam. Explain it."

Hatate squawks. Caws. Finally gets out, "It's a human anime thing, I only know about it because the Moriya shrine maiden asked if I was a 'Newtype' when she read the Kakashi Spirit News for the first time, and then she explained Newtypes for several hours to me... funnels were involved."

Megumu is taking notes. "So it's a human anime. That would explain the DVDs. But she said-"

"Who said?" Aya asks, cheerfully. "Why not get the details from her?"

"Nobody said. Nothing was asked. Do not share your thoughts on this subject with me any further," Megumu snaps. Aya continues to smile, but Megumu continues, "She said something about... models. What would those be?"

Hatate shrugs. "I have no idea."

"You know who might know, though?" Aya says, casually.

Every pair of eyes locks onto her.

"Inubashiri. The chief watchdog. She's a shogi fanatic, she edits the shogi problems column in Bunbunmaru." Aya yawns politely. "Not that I ever read it. But she's into nerd shit."

"Neither of you go anywhere," Megumu orders, picking up the phone and dialing the extension for the daitengu in charge of the wolves.

"Wouldn't dream of it," Aya says.

"Misery loves company, huh?" Hatate mutters under her breath.

A few calls, a few minutes, a dismissal of her two immediate subordinates, whose smiles are moving from "forced" to "nonexistent", (they run off indecently fast, and Megumu thinks to herself that it's depressing how sex-crazed the crows are these days) and Inubashiri Momiji is standing in front of the desk, Hatate having graciously moved against the opposite wall from Aya.

"Gundam? Models? Could you write that first one out, please?" Inubashiri looked tired at first, but she's brightening up rapidly.

"No," Megumu says.

"Well," Momiji says, "About, ohhh, thirty years ago, blink of an eye really, we started seeing these things in the usual spots for Outside objects to come through. Cardboard boxes with lots of plastic pieces inside-"

She has to stop and explain what plastic is to Megumu. She then picks it up. "Now, we've been seeing things ike it since around the time the weird shogi-"

"The horny shogi?" Aya asks. "Do the tiles have naked ladies on them?"

"-the weird shogi in the cardboard boxes started coming through. But these were different. You didn't need to glue them together, they just snapped in place, and you could pose them like a ball-joint doll, and I actually submitted four separate proposals to Manufacturing on how we could learn from the engineering." She pauses for breath. "With drawings," she adds.

"But what are these... models... of?" Megumu is hanging onto every word. She can feel the smirks on Himekaidou and Shameimaru's faces. No matter. She's close. She can feel it. She can see those ears twitching, feel her hands around that tail again.

Inubashiri shrugs. "Some kinda idol. They come with weird weapons, maybe they're new dharma protectors the humans made up."

Megumu stands up. "You three," she says, "Are now members of the Gundam Knowledge and Acquisition Committee. Your first project- there is a subordinate component of this Gundam thing called 'Gundam XX'. We must develop our knowledge of Gundam XX, and acquire a..." she struggles with the unfamiliar words.

"Take your time," Inubashiri says, still somehow smiling.

"A complete boxset," Megumu gets out. "This will only be the first project. There will be others as we develop our knowledge of Gundam and eventually deploy tengu mastery over it as well. You will work on this project in addition to your normal responsibilities. Inubashiri, I will secure your temporary seconding to my unit for this project, so don't think your daitengu will protect you."

Now all three look properly stricken. "Meeting dismissed," Megumu says, triumphantly. "Let's set up a progress report for a week from today, shall we?"

The three of them get up and leave, Megumu holding back a smile at the way their wings and tail droop. Then one of them says, stage-whispering, "If you think what's on TV sucks, you have the power to change that," and they're gone, even as her face turns purple.

"I hate Gundam," Megumu says. "Hate it."

#touhou #megumu divorceposting #oil fire expanded universe #megumu iizunamaru #aya shameimaru #hatate himekaidou #momiji inubashiri #tengu suck so much and i love them #touhou fanfic #very long post #you love to see a girlboss losing!!!

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pekoeboo · 1 month

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guardian

Rating: G Word Count: 1,700

Summary: During their travels within Drehmal, Khalan and Aya set up camp for the night and take a much-needed rest. Khalan, however, has a lot on his mind; realizing the heavy responsibility he's taken on by choosing to care for Aya. Once she falls asleep for the night, Khalan has a moment to himself to think things over and grapple with the concept of being Aya's sole protector.

Mostly an introspective piece and a glimpse into Khalan's inner thoughts. This takes place around the time where Khalan and Aya are still getting to know each other, which I felt would be fun to explore a bit in writing. Just something kind of quiet, soft, and a bit angsty at the same time.

Warning/content tags are on AO3.

(Aya Armas belongs to @cookieg122)

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... I drew in a sharp breath, my gaze now drifting towards the glimmer of moonlight that danced across the river's gentle current. Its beautiful shimmer met my eyes, yet I was too wrapped up in my own thoughts to fully take notice.

What if I wasn't good enough for Aya? My mind presented this question over and over. What if my visions were wrong, or I misinterpreted their meaning, and I wasn't truly supposed to be a father figure for her at all? Hell, I didn't even know what it meant to be a father. I certainly didn't have the best example of one to glean from, after all.

A few hot tears stung my eyes. I wrapped my arms tightly around myself, suddenly feeling a chill shoot up my spine.

Perhaps it was time to get out of the water.

[Read the rest on AO3]

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#writing #text post #fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 link #minecraft #primordial smp #oc #khalan al shariq #aya armas #cookieg122 #drehmal: primordial #minecraft drehmal #yet again tagging because I did mention one of the locations from that map by name

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dokiyeom · 2 years

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OPERATION AFFECTION! . P. SUNGHOON

summary: due to a lack of experience in the relationship field, park sunghoon isn't quite sure how to go about being an affectionate boyfriend

pairing: sunghoon x fem!reader - genre: fluff w a hint of angst - wc: 2.03k featuring: the other 02z :D - cw: cursing, insecurities

park sunghoon is caught in a dilemma.

he’s sitting next to you, close enough for your elbows to bump his every few moments, but far enough that sunghoon feels a gap in between the two of you. if anything, sunghoon would say that the gap feels like a deep chasm separating him from you, and there’s still a decent amount of the movie left to finish.

so sunghoon has come up with two solutions: either he awkwardly snakes his arm behind the couch and hopes you’ll move your head so he can drop his arm around your shoulder or he can nudge your head and hope that you’ll let it fall onto his chest. if cuddling happens, even better.

the problem though is that your relationship is brand new. you two still haven’t discussed boundaries with physical affection, and sunghoon’s unsure of how receptive you’d be to it.

normally if you were one of his members or just a casual friend, skinship wouldn’t be this difficult. his little lingering touches and embraces would be interpreted platonically and without much thought at all. but this, this is different. this is a relationship. it’s new territory, one that sunghoon still hasn’t charted or figured out how to navigate.

so instead, sunghoon settles for half-connected knees. he allows his leg to loosen and slide just the slightest bit to bump your knees, which remain locked in a cross-legged position. your eyes shift to the contact point of your knee with his, and to sunghoon’s delight, there’s a subtle tug at your lips and you continue to watch the movie that sunghoon has been ignoring for a while now. he nods his head a little, proud at the initiative he’s taken as he shifts his attention back to the film, trying to connect the frayed ends of the plot that he missed in his mind with a hidden victorious smile on his face.

the next day, sunghoon decides that he’ll be a bit bolder. while the two of you are sitting on the bus, he offers you one of his earbuds, purposefully handing you the ear that’s furthest from his, allowing you both to listen to music while being able to hear each other’s voices with far more clarity.

sunghoon takes a deep breath and reaches for the metal pole you were holding onto for support, allowing his arm to hand over yours as he takes the excuse to move closer to you until your back was leaning by his elbow.

“hi,” you whisper, a gleeful smiling instinctually spreading as you glance up to meet sunghoon’s face right above yours. he returns the smile before he tilts his head gently to lightly bump yours in a teasing manner.

“hello there pretty lady, you come here often?” he jokes, wiggling his eyebrows as you roll your eyes and hum.

“mm, kind of yeah. my boyfriend and i take the bus together pretty often,” you muse, giggling when you see sunghoon’s jaw clench in faux anger and arrogance as he leans his head to the side, causing cracking noises from his joints.

“damn you have a boyfriend? think he can fight?” his smile morphs into a cocky smile, his chin lifted up as he jokingly scans the other bus passengers.

“i don’t know, he’s a little weak,” you grin, ignoring sunghoon clicking his tongue as you look up with wide eyes devoid of mischief, “why? are you trying to be my boyfriend?”

“yeah, i am,” sunghoon leans down, whispering in your ear as his hand on the metal pole drops to envelop yours.

sunghoon smiles triumphantly as you turn away to hide your blush, though moments later, his expression matches yours once he realizes that he succeeded in initiating more affection by standing so close to you with his hand covering yours on the pole.

“i don’t get the big deal, why can’t you just talk to her about it? like, set up boundaries and whatnot,” jake ducks, narrowly avoiding the pillow sunghoon swiftly throws at him.

“how does someone even bring that up casually? dude, i’m not going to scare her by saying we need to talk or something,” sunghoon complains, reaching for another pillow that jay briskly swipes away.

“she’s not going to get scared dude, i think if anything, she’s just as confused and nervous,” jay reasons, shrugging as he places the pillow by his side and returns his attention to his assignment, “she’s pretty understanding dude, she’ll get whatever bullshit you’re spewing,”

“it’s not bullshit!” sunghoon quickly defends himself, “it’s a genuine problem jay, i don’t get how to initiate affection and i want to be a good boyfriend,”

“and how is talking to us going to help?” jay sighs, closing his laptop upon realizing that he wouldn’t be able to get any work done while his friend mopes over his standing dilemma, “i care a ton about you man, and so does jake, but you should be talking to her about this and not us,”

“yeah, sunghoon, jay’s right about your girlfriend being really understanding. i don’t think she’ll freak out or whatever you think she’ll do that’s bad,” jake chimes in, giving sunghoon a reassuring smile and pat on the back as he gets up, “aren’t you going over to her place in a bit? just talk to her about it then,”

“fine, i’ll try to. but if it goes wrong i’m blaming you guys,” sunghoon sighs, glancing at the time on his phone.

sunghoon in fact did not try.

the two of you spent the afternoon and evening studying together at your place, sitting across from one another with your feet and knees occasionally brushing against each other.

the most sunghoon managed to do was brush the hair out of your face at one point as he placed a steaming mug of tea by you midway through the study session. he would have liked to place a kiss on your cheek or wrap his arms around you from behind to pull you into an impromptu nap while tangled in your arms, but nerves got the best of him again as he shuffled away shortly after with a blooming cherry red blush.

“you and sunghoon confuse me,” jake sighs, dropping his head down to his textbook in exasperation, completely ignoring (or oblivious to) the concerned glances the other people in the cafe shot him, “you guys have been dating for what, two weeks now? and sunghoon’s still scared to be affectionate?”

“yeah, i guess? i just really don’t want to make him uncomfortable, you know? like it’s both of our first relationships, i’m pretty okay with taking it slow to not push him too far out of his comfort zone,” you shrug, poking jake’s shoulder as he lifts his head up in confusion and plops it back down, “besides, i think i’ll talk to him tonight. it’s kind of cute seeing him try to make a move and then overthinking it, he looks like a little puppy or something,”

“please talk to him, y/n. i’m not sure if i can handle him constantly whining about wanting your love and affection,” jay rolls his eyes, “oh he’s coming back. do you think he’d malfunction if you smothered him in ki- you know what, i don’t want to see that, never mind,”

“leave him alone jay,” you laugh, smiling and waving at sunghoon as he sits down beside you and places a cup of coffee near your laptop.

“thanks hoon,” you whisper, leaning to his side a little as he smiles triumphantly and responds with a quiet, “of course, anything for you,”

“gag,” jay mutters as jake lifts his head up in curiosity before dropping it back down in disappointment, “say that when they’re actually being all couple-y,”

in the corner of your eye, you spot sunghoon’s shoulders droop a little as his eyes slightly dim after hearing the comment.

abandoning everything you said earlier, you reach for sunghoon’s hand under the table with your nondominant hand and squeeze it as he peeks at you in surprise. his eyes soften as his smile returns, thankful for the reassurance as he quietly shifts his computer screen in your direction to go over the lecture slides together, hands still connected under the table.

“hoon? you alright?” you ask as you walk side by side with him, with your arm bumping into his every so often. while sunghoon isn’t exactly sulking anymore, he’s still visibly not his usual self as your voice drops slightly as your tone shifts, “is it what jake said earlier? about us not acting all couple-y?”

“yeah,” he mumbles, stopping as he turns to face you, “does it- does it bother you? i didn’t know how to bring it up to you about it, because i do want to be all couple-y with you, you know?”

your lips form a soft pout as you tug on his sleeve, guiding him to a nearby park bench, “talk to me hoon? we can set up boundaries and stuff if that helps too,”

he nods as the two of you sit beside each other, with you you sitting cross-legged and facing him as sunghoon’s feet remain planted on the ground, his eyes zeroing in on the speckles of color in the gravel.

“jay and jake kept telling me to talk to you about it, but i’m not good with words,” sunghoon confesses, sneaking a peek at you to discover that your attention was fully on him, silently opening up his hands as you slip yours into his, “i want to be affectionate, i just didn’t know how comfortable you were with it and if i was supposed to talk to you about hugging you or putting my arm around your shoulder before doing it, you know? it’s so new and i just- i don’t know it’s supposed to work,”

at this point, sunghoon’s fiddling nervously with your hand, quietly speaking at a slow pace as he carefully selects what he says while somehow rambling all at the same time.

“hoon, i won’t be bothered by you being more affectionate,” you smile, rubbing the back of his hands with your thumbs as he musters up the courage to make more prolonged eye contact, “but tell you what, we can take things slow so you get comfortable, yeah? you can tell me if you want to do something, and i’ll do the same so we’re both doing it. it’s new to both of us and we don’t have to rush into anything that feels weird or intimidating for us,”

“if you want to hold my hand, go for it, i’d love it if you did. if you want to wrap your arm around my shoulder, i’d be more than willing to hold your hand as you do. if you want a kiss on the cheek, i would gladly give you as many kisses as you want,” you smile, chuckling a little as you see sunghoon’s eyes light up.

“then can i?” sunghoon hesitates before he continues, “can i lay my head in your lap? just for a little bit?”

you nod, a tender smile adorning your lips as sunghoon eagerly shifts his body sideways and allows his legs to dangle off the bench as he gently places his head by your legs.

“hi hoon,” you whisper, leaning down and kissing his nose as he smiles giddily, closing his eyes in bliss while you run your fingers hover over his head, “can i play with your hair then?”

“you’re so obsessed with me,” sunghoon’s humor returns, his soft beam morphing into a teasing one briefly before returning back to a tender expression, “go for it,”

“shut up,” you laugh, lifting a leg up before dropping it back down as sunghoon yelps in protest, turning docile the moment he’s resting his head comfortably again.

“thank you though, y/n,” sunghoon whispers, hesitantly reaching his hands up to cup your face, “for being patient with me and for this,”

“of course hoon, we’re in this together, yeah?” you smile, leaning into his hold as sunghoon swipes his thumb across your cheeks and smiles in satisfaction as he responds, “yeah, we’re in this together,”

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tamiisnthere · 3 months

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Crossover Universe – The Lonely Eagle

Summary: Altaïr's life and losing his beloved before he entered into Crossover Universe… Trigger Warnings: Violence, death and depression

I just want to point out that Altaïr is from an AU took place before the AC1 events (which eventually won't happen), Adha is not the Chalice, and Umar cared for his son as much as he could because of Al Mualim's ban love. And I don't know how to describe the fights well and the ending kinda sucks. Sorry... 😅

Enjoy! 💗

The sun was setting behind the walls of Damascus, the sun's rays were slowly being absorbed by the shadow. In the bureau, the young Master Assassin brought Rafiq a bloody feather as proof of the target being killed.

"Excellent work, Altaïr," playful Rafiq complimented, "You can rest here so you can gain your strength to return to Masyaf tomorrow."

Altaïr waved his hand, "I don't need to," he replied, "I'd rather go." "But it's getting dark." "You don't have to be worried. It's not my first, nor last journey. Safety and peace, Rafiq." Rafiq nodded, bid him farewell and continued his work.

Altaïr left the bureau and ran across the rooftops until he reached near the gate of the city in the Rich District. But he had no plans to go there. Instead, he jumped into one of the balconies where a young woman was arranging flowers. She noticed his shadow and looked behind.

"Safety and peace, Adha," Altaïr smiled warmly, and the woman ran in excitement towards him and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Altaïr! You've arrived!" "I promised, remember?" he laughed softly and returned her hug, "I always keep my promises." They stayed in a long embrace until Adha kissed his scarred lips. Altaïr glady kissed her back.

The two first met a few years ago on a Damascus street. Adha was harassed by a drunken guard and Altaïr saved her from him. Since then, they liked to meet each other secretly, even Altaïr trained her to defend herself and eventually they fell in love.

After the kiss, they took a breath and looked into each other's eyes. "Let's go inside," Adha suggested, "It's getting cold."

Altaïr happily followed her into her bedroom. He took off his weapons, gloves, and hood so he could lay on the pillows and cuddle with her. The couple started making out and showed so much love and passion to each other.

"I love you, habibi," Adha whispered these sweet words that caressed Altaïr's heart and he played with her beautiful long black hair while gazing at her gorgeous face. "I love you too, habibti."

As they snuggled together, Altaïr wondered if he could change his life. He had never felt happier than when he was with Adha. Would he take her into Masyaf so they could live there together? But what would Al Mualim say about it? He was opposed to love. He always told Altaïr and the rest of brothers that love, both parental and romantic, is a weakness and a distraction to emotions from focus and logic.

Altaïr never understood why because he felt being stronger thinking about Adha and his late father Umar. He remembered when he was eight years old boy, once he was playing with Malik and Kadar and accidentally dropped a pile of papers from the table. It angered the master and wanted to punish him by beating him. Thankfully, Umar stopped Al Mualim at the right time and took Altaïr away from him. His father only reprimanded Altaïr, but still he knew he was only a child and hugged him comfortingly.

However, after his father's death, Altaïr experienced physical punishments from Al Mualim more frequently when he said something inappropriate or disobeyed his master. It got worse when Abbas turned his back on him and began to hate him because of the truth about his father's suicide, thinking Altaïr wanted to shame him in front of the whole brotherhood. And later Altaïr was running back and forth on missions like an obedient dog, even though he had attained the rank of Master Assassin. He was getting mentally tired and had enough of the killing.

He wondered if he had not been born into a brotherhood, but if he had been born as a merchant or a farmer. If since childhood he would have held a mattock instead of a sword. Instead of fighting to the death, he would have plowed the fields and sold goods. What would it be like to live as an ordinary civilian living a peaceful life with his family? He had never known this life, but it fascinated him.

"Altaïr?" Adha's voice roused him from his thoughts, "Are you alright? You're quiet." She kissed his cheek and he smiled softly. "I'm sorry, dear. I was just… Thinking…" "About what?" Her curious sweet voice tickled his ears and she snuggled against his chest while Altaïr petted her head.

"Whether I would… I would I leave the brotherhood and live with you forever." Adha's smile disappeared and she was unpleasantly surprised. "What? But you can't just tell your Mentor you're going to leave! He won't let you!"

"I know. And that's why we'd rather run away from the Holy Land together." "But they will pursue and kill us for treason!" Altaïr cupped her cheeks and kissed her forehead to comfort her.

"You don't have to panic, my love," he whispered with a smile, "I have a plan… The next time I have another mission in Damascus, I will complete it, then come to you and we will escape together at night." "But where?"

He thought for a moment while cuddling his beloved. Then an idea hit him: "We'll go south to Alexandria and find a new home there."

"And aren't there assassins as well?" "Yes, but they won't recognize me." "And what if they notice your ring finger is missing?" "I'll tell them I lost my finger while fighting a bandit."

Adha became sad, tears appeared in her eyes. "What's wrong?" Altaïr asked concerned. "Sorry Altaïr," Adha sniffled, "I'm only worried about us. I never went so far from home-" "Shh… You don't have to worry, habibti. I will protect you. I promise."

Adha calmed down as Altaïr snuggled closer and kissed her. "As you wish, Altaïr. I'll follow you to Alexandria." "Trust me, Adha. Next time I come to you, we'll leave the Holy Land and start over. We'll have a beautiful life together…"

One month later, Altaïr was given the mission in Damascus, packed his most valuable belongings and took one last look at Al Mualim and Abbas with a frown. Then he walked slowly through Masyaf like saying goodbye to his home. He jumped on his horse and looked at Masyaf Castle for the last time.

"Ma'a salama…" he quietly said farewell and galloped away. He reached Damascus after less than two days, then he completed the mission and in the evening went to Adha. He knocked on the balcony door and she opened it.

"Altaïr…" They hugged again and kissed each other's lips. "So are we leaving today?" Adha inquisitively asked. He nodded and stared lovingly at his beloved while she started packing. "Let me help you, dear," Altaïr asserted and helped her find the important things, which made Adha giggle. Later together they left Damascus at night.

Both of them traveled through deserts for several days. They have managed to avoid conflicts and bandits. They arrived at Tyre, where they boarded a ship bound for Alexandria. Altaïr hoped that no Assassins or Templars had found and followed them. Fortunately, everything went according to his plan and he relaxed.

The ship sailed on the Mediterranean Sea under the night sky, while the passengers slept in the berth. Altaïr sat while hugging the sleeping Adha, keeping an eye on everyone around them, ready to defend his beloved. Adha murmed something quietly and opened her eyes.

"Is everything alright, Adha?" Altaïr breathed with slight concern. "And you're not sleeping?" muttered Adha playfully. "I'm just guarding you. I don't trust anyone here." "I understand, but you could use some sleep." Altaïr chuckled and kissed her cheek. "I'll sleep later, don't worry about me." "By the way, Altaïr?" "Yes, love?"

Adha placed her hands on his cheeks and gazed into his mysterious golden eyes. "When you told me you always keep promises… Promise me one thing: if something happens to one of us, we'll find someone else to be happy with.''

Altaïr didn't understand what she meant by this. "Why? I love only you, Adha. Nobody else!" "Don't worry, I love only you as well, but if-" "No if, dear. Nothing bad is going to happen to us, alright?"

Adha sighed and cuddled closer to him. "Alright. Sorry." "Don't apologize, habibti. I know you're just scared," Altaïr smiled warmly, "Tomorrow we will be in Alexandria and we will begin a new beautiful life. Trust me."

Later in the early morning before dawn, Altaïr and Adha slept together with the other passengers. They were suddenly awakened by a scream from outside.

"The crusaders! The crusaders are attacking!" shouted one panicked passenger. Altaïr didn't hesitate and pulled out his dagger. "Shit… Templars must have found us!" he cussed, "Adha! Hide!" Adha fearfully attended at him and quickly kissed him hard on the lips passionately.

He kissed her back and they immediately stared at each other. "Please… Be careful…" Adha spoken in low voice and then hid. Altaïr heard the screams of the slain passengers and the clanging of metals. Hiding in the shadows, he waited for his prey.

The three crusaders were heading to the berth and that's when Altaïr struck, stabbing one of them in the neck. "An assassin! Kill him!" and the fight began. Altaïr taunted the crusaders confidently, fighting agaist two was a piece of cake for him.

He deflected their swords away with his dagger and stabbed another man several times in the chest. The last younger crusader started to panic, which gave Altaïr an advantage.

But the young crusader began to shout: "Help! Assassin is here! He wants to kill me!" Altaïr could not afford it and was about to kill him, but three more crusaders caught up and the fight continued. Being an experienced fighter, Altaïr was now at a disadvantage. One of the taller crusaders punched him into face until he fell to the ground.

The enemy was about to give him a fatal blow, but Adha jumped up and stabbed with a sword that belonged to the slain foe. "Adha!" Altaïr panicked, quickly getting to his feet and fighting on, now side by side with his beloved. "I can't let you fight alone!" she screamed. Altaïr focused on the fight and killed another crusader. The last two remained and managed to defeat them.

The couple looked at each other, panting from exhaustion, and proudly smiled. Suddenly, Adha stiffened, the young crusader was about to stab Altaïr from behind. "Altaïr! Behind you!" she yelled. Altaïr dodged but the crusader managed to stab Adha into chest.

"ADHA! NO!" Altaïr cried, knocking the crusader to the side and holding his beloved in his arms. "Adha! Don't worry! I'll get you out of this somehow-"

"Altaïr…" Adha stopped him, "It's the end of me…" she coughed up blood and was breathing heavily. Altaïr shook his head in disbelief, tears started streaming from his eyes. "No… NO! Don't leave me, Adha! Please! Stay with me, my love!" Adha weakly placed her left hand on his cheek, her thumb gently caressing his lip scar. "I love you, Altaïr…" she whispered weakly with a sad smile. Then her hand fell to the ground and her soul departed with a final sigh.

More Altaïr's tears slid down his cheeks. He was looking into her now dead eyes. He couldn't believe it was reality… He has lost his beloved forever… Just like he lost his parents forever… With an aching heart, he gently closed her eyes with his fingers, hugged her body tightly and cried.

"Adha… I'm so sorry… This wasn't supposed to happen… It's all my fault… Please forgive me… My love…"

As he mourned, he heard the wounded young crusader crawling across the floor. Altaïr's face changed from sadness to rage. He raised his dagger and lunged at him. "You… Will… SUFFER!" he growled viciously and began stabbing the crusader's shoulder several times, causing his victim to scream in pain until he died.

Altaïr left the berth and went outside. The ship became a deadly battleground. He ran and bloodthirsty killed every crusader he saw. However, rage blinded his perception of his surroundings. One brute ran at him and hit him so hard that Altaïr fell overboard into the sea.

He could use the rest of his strength to swim up, but he lost the motivation…

There was nothing to fight for anymore…

He slowly closed his eyes and accepted his fate…

Adha…

My love…

I failed to protect you…

My plan was a terrible idea…

Darkness…

Silence…

Only darkness and silence…

Is it the end?

Am I in the afterlife?

Is there finally peace?

If so, please forgive me when we meet again…

Please…

Forgive me, habibti…

Wait a minute?

I'm breathing…

No water?

Wait?

The voices?

I don't understand a word, but I can hear them…

I'm starting to understand them now…

I must open my eyes…

Altaïr slowly opened his eyes, seeing the room in a blur. "Look! He's waking up!" an unknown female voice heard. He noticed two people in front of him, but couldn't see them properly.

"You're alive, neb!" the man's voice rejoiced. Altaïr blinked and finally saw the persons much better: a middle-aged man and woman, both with similarly long black dreadlocks and wearing robes and weapons. They realized they were assassins, but they didn't seem to be from the Levantine Brotherhood. He had no idea if it was the afterlife or a dream or they saved him and made it to Alexandria.

The first thing he asked was: "Where is Adha?" Pain could be heard in his voice. The couple looked at each other incomprehension. "Where is Adha!?" he cried plaintively, "Where is my beloved?!"

The woman grabbed his shoulders, "Calm down! Breathe!" Altaïr took a deep breath and exhaled, to calm himself down. "What is your name, young man?" she asked him.

"Al… Altaïr…" he introduced himself wearily, "Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad." The older pair couldn't believe their ears, "That famous Mentor Altaïr?" the man asked in disbelief. "What?" Altaïr didn't understand, "No, not a Mentor. I'm only a Master Assassin… Or was… And who are you?"

"My name is Bayek of Siwa and this is Amunet," an older man introduced, "We are the Mentors of the Assassin Brotherhood." "Wait? Amunet? Shouldn't you live a thousand years ago?!" Altaïr was shocked. He heard about her in the legends, how she killed Cleopatra thanks to the cobra.

"That's not possible… This is just a dream! It's all just a dream! I must wake up!" "It's not a dream, Altaïr," Amunet replied sadly. "So I'm actually dead?" "Not even this," Bayek shook his head, "Our scouts found you lying unconscious on the beach near the hideout."

"And Adha?" Altaïr asked with hope. "Only you, neb," Bayek added glumly, "We're so sorry about your lost." Altaïr's heart ached from his words and he felt hollow. "Then… Where am I?"

"You are now in Accipiteria, in the Island of Eagle," Amunet answered, "In other words, in the island of Assassins." "Never heard about it before," Altaïr said confused.

"Because this isn't Earth, this is Thansuokria," Bayek continued, "A planet where several alternate timelines and worlds merge into a single universe."

"What is this sorcery?! Impossible!" Altaïr trembled, "I don't belong here! I have to go back!"

Bayek and Amunet just stared pitifully at the poor Master Assassin. "None of us belong here as well. We were also stunned when we found ourselves on this world," Bayek said trying to encourage him, "But we are Assassins who always stick together and stop Templars from at least defiling this world. Join us, brother… And let's make the world a better place." Altaïr knew he had no other choice and agreed with a shaking hand.

Later, Altaïr rested in bed as he was slightly injured from the fight. He kept thinking about Adha and his soul felt empty. He looked up at his robes, which had originally belonged to his father, remembering the first time he had put them on himself, thus bearing the honor of Umar. This made him feel ashamed and turned to other way.

He kept replaying the scene in his mind of him losing Adha, which made his heart break. What would happen if he didn't dodge? He should have stabbed that bastard with a hidden blade. But instead, he let his beloved being stabbed by a Templar.

Now Altaïr was in another brotherhood of assassins, where several assassins were from different time periods. He had the feeling that this was all a punishment for trying leaving his Order. Tears stung his eyes and he sobbed quietly into the pillow, constantly whispering Adha's name and apologies.

And since then, he decided never to fall in love, so no one else would lose their life because of him. He became much colder and crueler, devoting himself to the Creed fully.

And that's why the Assassins called Altaïr: The Lonely Eagle…

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