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daisies-daydreams · 7 months

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I wanted to know how the task force + König would react to us being mute or deaf?

Pairing: TF141/König x Mute!/Deaf!F!Reader Category: Fluff/Angst Warnings: Depictions of Harassment, Descriptions of Hearing Loss/Tumors, Swearing Word Count: 2.6k+

A/N: Hello hello! Thank you so much for your request! I will admit that I’ve never written a mute or deaf reader before, but I hope I was able to capture it in a realistic and respectful way. I hope you enjoy!

König

König opened the door to the tiny bookstore, his large frame taking up the threshold as he squeezed inside. The regular clerk at the front desk, an elderly woman, gave him a warm smile as he crossed by.

“Good to see you again, sir,” she said, her glasses nearly tipping off the bridge of her nose. König gave a quick nod, his muscles tensing as he made his way towards the back of the store. He peeked over his shoulder before turning back, his eyes lighting up when he saw the newest edition of Jujutsu Kaisen propped up on a display.

His cheeks still burned as he picked up the volume, his fingers brushing over the spine as thoughts of his men finding out about his “childish” interests rose to the surface. The shame dissipated as he cracked open the book, a giddy smile forming beneath his black medical mask as he flipped through the pages.

König became so enticed by a particular moment in the story that he stumbled back, accidentally knocking someone into a bookshelf. He gasped as he quickly spun around, quickly outstretching his massive arms to shield you from the books that tumbled off the shelves.

His heart raced as he watched you slowly stand back up. His throat tightened when he saw your slightly shocked expression.

“Scheiße, I-I’m so sorry,” the Colonel stammered as he helped you up. You held your hands up before circling a closed fist around your chest. He tilted his head as you repeated the motion. Then it clicked.

“Ah, you’re hard of hearing?” he asked, his voice raspy and slightly strained. You shook your head before pulling your fist up and moving it towards your mouth. His eyes widened.

“You’re mute,” he stated. You gave him a thumbs up, making his tense face soften. “I…I’m sorry about knocking you over,” he said as he motioned to the books on the floor. Your mouth tilted as you waved both hands forward. He gave a small smile before helping you put the books back on the shelf. His head perked up when you tapped on the manga in his hand.

“Oh, this? I’m just…getting this for my nephew,” he coughed. You gave him an incredulous look. König sighed as his shoulders slumped. “Am I really that bad of a liar?” he asked. You nodded. He rubbed the back of his neck before he saw you point at the book again before swiping two of your fingers across the flat of your other palm.

“You like Jujutsu Kaisen as well?” his eyes lit up. You smiled and nodded. König’s heart skipped a beat as he reflected your warm expression. "I was just reading the newest volume," he chuckled. You smiled, holding up the same book in your hand. The corners of König’s eyes crinkled before he cleared his throat.

"I-um, I'm not much of a conversationalist...but, would you like to come read with me at one of the tables?" he asked. Your eyes widened as you smiled, squeezing the book in both hands as you quickly nodded. König's face hurt from him smiling so much.

"Right-lead the way then," he gestured politely towards the tables.

Simon “Ghost” Riley

Simon whistled as he strolled down the next aisle, swinging the basket of groceries in his one hand and his phone in the other.

“What was the last thing I needed to get for dinner tonight?” he asked.

“A bottle of white wine,” his mother replied, the sound of her cutting up vegetables reverberating in his ears.

“Right. Just about done and I’ll be on my way over,” Simon replied as he strolled down the aisle, his eyes scanning for the last item on his list.

“Thank you for stopping by the store, Si,” she hummed. “Oh, and if you see a pretty bird while you’re out, you’re welcome to bring her over,” his mother added. Simon’s nose scrunched up at her suggestion-her relentlessness to find him a woman was impressive to say the least.

“Will do. See you in a bit, mum,” Simon said. He hung up after her goodbye, halting when a bottle of white wine came into sight.

“Ah, there you are,” he said as he grabbed a bottle from the shelf. He placed it in the basket along with the other ingredients before walking towards the check-out. Simon went over and nodded at the cashier. His mind began to wander as he looked over, spotting you walking out the door. His eyes widened when your wallet slipped out of your pocket...and you still continued to walk out. Simon's feet started to move on their own as the cashier yelled for him. He scooped up the wallet and he ran out of the store, quickly making his way towards you.

“Miss? Miss!” he barked as he held your wallet up. You kept moving despite his shouting, making him frown. He jogged towards you, tapping your shoulder just before you reached your car. You flinched when he touched you, backing away from the large, burly man. He tried to give a gentle smile as he held your wallet out to you.

“Y’dropped this,” Simon stated. You gave him a smile and took it before putting the top of your fingers up to your mouth and moving it out towards him. His face flushed a little, thinking you were trying to blow him a kiss before you tilted your head. The tips of his ears burned when he realized.

“Oh, you can’t…” he shuffled in place as he slipped his hands into his pockets. You frowned before pulling out your phone. Simon watched as you typed in a message in your notes before handing it to him.

“Thank you for getting my wallet. And yes, I’m deaf,” the message read. Simon rubbed the back of his head as he pursed his lips, glancing up at you before typing in a message himself.

“You’re welcome,” his message read. You bit your lip before writing something else.

“Can I get your number?” you showed him as you glanced away sheepishly. Simon raised as he read the message before nodding.

“Sure, it’s-“ he paused before clearing his throat. He nodded before typing in his number and first name into your phone. Your eyes lit up when he gave your phone back to you, an endearing smile crossing your face. Simon’s eyes suddenly widened.

“Shit, the groceries!” he thought as he started to rush back to the store. He hastily grabbed the rest of his groceries and paid for it before walking out onto the sidewalk, spotting a new vehicle in your parking spot. His heart sank a little as he turned around, walking towards his mother's flat. Simon glanced down when his phone began to buzz inside his pocket.

“Thanks again for getting my wallet," a text read. His eyes were glued to the screen as three dots bounced up and down. "My name's (Y/N), btw :)" you added. Simon chuckled quietly as he propped the bag between his side and arm, pausing next to a streetlamp.

"It's nice to meet you, (Y/N)," he replied with a warm smile on his face.

Johnny “Soap” MacTavish

Johnny leaned his head over, his hand gripping on the handle of his pint. He’s been eyeing you from across the bar for about an hour now, the man next to you rambling on and on about God knows what while you sipped on your drink with an unamused expression. Suddenly, the man slung his hand around your arm. Your eyes widened as you parted your lips, leaning back as the man came close to your face. Johnny cleared his throat, his arms crossed.

“Care to explain what yer doin’ with my bonnie?” he asked with a raised brow, hoping his words were convincing enough to the inebriated man. The man snorted.

“Care to explain why you're interrupting our conversation?” he scoffed. Johnny immediately grabbed the man’s arm and pinned it behind his back, a woman nearby gasping while you slid out of your chair. “Nah, I think it was just you runnin’ that loose trap of yers,” he said. The man tried to break out of his grip but failed.

“Better not be trying to start another fight, Johnny,” the bartender warned. Johnny met his eyes before sighing and taking a step back. The Sergeant took a single step back as the man lunged forward, tripping over his two feet. You held your hands over your mouth as he fell to the floor before snoring loudly.

“Good riddance,” he spat. Johnny turned to you, your face losing some color as you shuffled awkwardly in place.

“‘Ts alright, he won’t be botherin’ ya anymore,” he grinned. You nodded and gave him a nervous smile. “What's wrong? Cat got yer tongue?” he chuckled.

“She’s mute, you eejit,” the bartender huffed as he cleaned a glass. Johnny’s eyes widened as his face went pale.

“Shite, I-I’m sorry,” he stammered as he rubbed the back of his neck. You shrugged before making a round shape with your fingers, then holding up your index and middle finger, pressing your thumb against them. Johnny frowned.

“I’m sorry…I don’t,” he sighed. “I don’t know sign language,” Johnny said as his shoulders slumped. The two of you stood there in silence for a few moments before your head perked up. You snapped your fingers and pointed at him. “Me?” he asked. You nodded before pointing at yourself. “You,” he said as he squinted his eyes. You cupped your hand before bringing it up to your mouth. A grin stretched from ear to ear on his face.

“You…you want to have a drink with me?” he asked. You clapped your hands as your eyes lit up. Johnny’s cheeks dusted with pink as he nodded.

“Yeah, I’d love that,” he smiled sweetly.

John Price

John bounced his leg as he sat in the examination room with you, his sullen face wrought with exhaustion as he held your hand. Your hearing loss started a few months ago. Both of you chalked it up to being around the kids screaming so much…until one day he tried to talk to you and you just stared at him with a confused look on your face. His head turned when the door creaked open, Doctor Smith soon walking into the room with a clipboard in hand.

“What's the status?” John asked, his voice strained. John’s heart shattered into a million pieces as you shook in his arms. The doctor's grim expression became abundantly clear as he took his seat across from the two of you.

“Mr. Price...I'm afraid (Y/N) has acoustic neuroma in both ears,” the doctor explained. You glanced over at your husband, tears welling in your eyes as he shook his head and squeezed your hand. Your composure shattered as you began to sob, covering your face with your trembling hands. John rubbed your back as he looked at Doctor Smith.

“Is it serious?” he choked. The doctor frowned as he turned in his chair.

“The good news is that they’re benign,” he said.

“And the bad news?” John asked. The doctor bit the inside of his cheek as he rubbed his hands together.

“Well, since it’s in both ears, the procedure to remove them will be costly,” he explained. You cried as you leaned against John’s shoulder. He cooed before looking back at Doctor Smith.

“I’ll pay whatever it takes to make my wife hear again,” he said as he pulled you close to him. The doctor nodded.

“I understand, Mr. Price. But another thing is that (Y/N)’s hearing may never be what it once was due to the size of the tumors,” he explained. John gritted his teeth, a mix of anger and sorrow burning in his chest.

“Whatever. It. Takes,” he seethed out. Doctor Smith blinked before nodding slowly.

“Of course, sir,” he replied. John turned and kissed your temple, his hand still stroking over yours as the doctor explained the next steps to take. Your face was sullen and sunken in for the rest of the night.

"Daddy...will mummy be able to hear in time for my play?" his youngest daughter, Alice, asked him while he was tucking her into bed. A lump swelled in John's throat as he sighed.

"I hope so, sweetheart," he replied. Alice frowned.

"Mummy doesn't sound the same," she sniffed. "I miss her reading bedtime stories to us," Alice cried. John cooed as he embraced his daughter.

"I know, Ali. But the doctors are going to do their best to make mummy better, alright?" he said with a tired smile. Alice nodded as John kissed the top of her head. "Good. Now, get some sleep little dove," he smiled before turning off the lights. When John stepped into your all's bedroom, you were already lying on your side and curled into yourself. He sighed as he turned off the lamp and crawled beneath the covers. He wrapped his arms around your torso and pulled you closed, your body limp like a ragdoll's.

"I love you," his lips ghosted over your neck. You slowly turned around before kissing him deeply. John felt his eyes sting with tears as he saw your broken expression. The two of you held each other through the night, and while he didn't know what the future held, he did know that you had each other.

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

“Did you have a good day at school?” Kyle signed after he hugged his five-year-old son, Jack. The boy curled his hand into a fist and shook it up and down. He grinned before glancing up, seeing you waving at kids who were flocking towards their parents.

“Is that your new teacher?” he signed, his chocolate brown eyes set on your gorgeous face. Jack grinned and nodded. He tugged on Kyle's sleeve while pointing at you. “Want me to meet her?” he asked. Jack smiled and nodded before tugging on his sleeve harder. Kyle chuckled. “Alright, lead the way,” he signed. Jack’s eyes lit up as he guided his father towards you. Kyle straightened when saw you looking at him, a bright, kind smile on your face. Jack slipped his small hand into his father’s as he approached you.

You waved at Jack before holding your hand out for a high-five. Your eyes wandered over to Kyle as you held your hand out. He shook it, surprised by how soft your hands felt against his.

“You must be Jack’s father. I’ve heard a lot of things about you,” you signed. Kyle chuckled.

“Good things, I hope,” he replied. Your nostrils released a puff of air as your shoulders bounced.

“Of course,” you signed. Jack tugged on Kyle's sleeve again.

“Miss (Y/N) is single,” he signed. Kyle’s eyes widened as you smiled gently, placing a hand over your chest as Jack looked at you. “My dad’s single, too,” Jack signed. Both you and Kyle were flustered messes as he cleared his throat.

“Sorry about that-he tends to speak his mind a lot,” Kyle shrugged. You waved your hands.

“It’s okay-he’s just around that age,” you signed. Kyle nodded as he crouched down to Jack’s eye level.

“Why don’t you go play with Will on the playground while Miss (Y/N) and I get to know each other a little more?” he signed. Jack smiled before hugging his dad again. The Sergeant chuckled as he rushed over to the swing-set, his best friend, Will, already perched on one of them. Kyle turned back to you, a soft expression filling your features.

“Are you mute or deaf?” he sighed.

“Mute,” you replied.

"Just like Jack," he thought. Kyle nodded.

“Jack’s a great kid,” you signed with a smile. “He's always so attentive and considerate to the other students,” you finished. Kyle's cheeks welled with heat as he slid his foot along the pavement.

“I'm glad I've done a decent job raising him,” he signed. You nodded, the sound of autumn leaves blowing in the wind and cars driving past the school filling the gap of silence between the two of you. Jack suddenly came running up to Kyle.

“Dad, we have to get back home!” he signed frantically. Kyle’s eyes widened. He completely forgot about the 141 boys coming over to visit for dinner tonight.

“Shi-I mean, okay, let’s go,” he suddenly said. He looked at you and grinned. “Thanks again for taking care of him,” he signed. You grinned and nodded.

"Of course," you replied. Kyle nearly stumbled as Jack pulled on his arm.

“Okay, okay,” Kyle signed before pressing the button on his keys to unlock his car. Jack was giddy as he bounced up and down, excited to see his “uncles''. Kyle glanced up again, meeting your gaze before he slid into the car.

“I told you she was pretty,” Jack signed while wiggling his brows. Kyle chuckled and ruffled his son’s hair.

"That you did," he replied.

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soft-mafia · 5 months

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Buzzsaw [Buggy x Reader]

Part 1: Introductions, Troublesome Girl

warnings: fem reader, oc insert, slow burn, age gap mention(reader is 20), blood/injury, reference to violence and murder, set before the events of One Piece, not completely proof read

a/n: I decided to go through with the idea of making my own series since I’ve been inspired by all of the fics others have made! I hope you guys like this loollll I’ll try to make sure to update as frequently as possible. Also there’s this part where Y/n introduces herself with her last name first, I only did that because in OP a lot of the characters do that too. Tbh I don’t think I’ll continue this if you guys don’t like it😭so please feel free to send in any opinions or critiques!! (This fic is about anime/manga Buggy btw)

“What do we think, boys?” Buggy asked as his men kneeled down next to the unconscious body of a woman. She was still breathing, but was bleeding out slowly. Her clothes were drenched in blood, more noticeable on her white coat.

“She’s loosing a lot of blood. Should we take her back to the ship?” One of his crew members asked.

Buggy squinted, rubbing his stubbled chin for a moment as he looked up in thought, “Hmmm..” he looked back down at the woman.

“Oh what the hell, I am feeling a bit generous today.” Buggy said before kneeling down to gently pick her up. She was light, extremely light, he knew that she had to get medical attention fast before she died.

“What the hell was she even doing out here anyway?” Cabaji questioned, “This island is desolate, there’s no town here and judging by her clothes it doesn’t look like she’s apart of a tribe of some sort.”

“It is a bit peculiar. We can ask her questions once she gets fixed up.. well erm, if she doesn’t die on us, that is.” Buggy looked down at the girl in his arms. [H/c] hair fell over her face, her lips slightly parted, there was blood dripping down her face from a head wound. Buggy held her firmly in his arms, carrying her back to the ship.

•

When she awoke, her head was pounding. The smell of musk and sea air filled her nose and made her cringe upon consciousness.

Faint sounds of seagulls could be heard from outside. She sat up and looked around; she was in a dingy make-shift nurses office, but all of her wounds were perfectly bandaged and wrapped up.

She swung her legs over the side of the cot, then looked around some more until she caught the glimpse of a window. Where the hell am I? She stood and made her way towards the glass to look out at her surroundings; there wasn’t any land. “Shit..” she mumbled under her breath before stomping out of the room, wanting to get a better look at where the hell she was.

When she stepped out of the room she was met with a long corridor of other doors, but at the end of it was a bright tunnel of light that she followed. It led her to the main deck, she looked up, holding an arm over her eyes to block out the morning sun. The girl was met with a Jolly Roger with a big red dot where the nose should be. What the hell?

She ran over to the edge of the ship, putting her hands on the railing as she looked down at the sea, she saw her reflection in the water far below, her face was clean, and a huge bandage was placed on the right side of her hairline, where her injury once was. The girl looked out to the sea for a while longer, a small wave of relief fell over her, until she remembered what happened.

She stood there for a moment, her breathing shaky as it all played out in her mind once again, her hair blowing through the wind.

“Look who finally woke up! Sorry toots but we had to toss that coat of yours, there’s no way you’d be able to get all that blood out of it anyway.” A deep chuckle emerged from behind her, followed by creaking footsteps against the deck. The girl turned around to face the voice in both shock and surprise. She looked like a ghost at snuck up on her, making the man put his hands up innocently, “Sorry, sorry! Didn’t mean to sneak up on you.”

The man was tall, broad shoulders and an even broader torso; he practically casted a shadow upon her, making her feel slightly intimidated. The most noticeable feature about him though was right in the center of his face.

At first glance she thought it was fake, but the texture of it, and the fact that his nostrils molded into it made her eyes widen slightly.

“You should be thanking me, my crew found you basically half dead, if it wasn’t for us you’d probably be eaten by the crabs.” The man said, his voice was hoarse but deep, and has a menacing undertone. She looked into his eyes, a deep ocean green, his brow bone casted a shadow over them that just added to his chiseled features. Rough looking stubble painted his jaw.

She felt a warm feeling in her chest, she stood there in awe, not even realizing he was speaking.

“Hm?” The man grunted, confused by her lack of response.. she looked like a stunned possum, “Are you listening to me?!” He growled, “Stop staring at me like that and show some appreciation!! It’s rare for me to be so generous, especially to brats like you.”

“Oh- uh.. are you a pirate?” The girl finally spoke, slowly taking her arms off of the railing and turning her body towards him. The way she moved interested him, soft movements, but careful and wary, like a cat.

“I’m not just any pirate.” The man chuckled and crossed his arms, the sleeves of his red striped t-shirt squeezing against those muscular arms, “I’m Captain Buggy!” He said with a grin, surely this girl knew who he was. He was the most feared, flashy pirate around!

She just stared at him again, with those same big bug eyes. “Eh-.. Captain Buggy the pirate clown!” He frowned at her, narrowing his eyes a bit, “The flashiest, most feared pirate captain in all of the East Blue?!”

“I don’t-.. I don’t really follow pirate stuff.” She replied, making him grumble and press his palm to his forehead for a moment before looking down at her again, “Well remember the name because I’m the reason why you’re still alive! What the hell even happened to you anyway? What causes a little girl like yourself to just.. wind up on a desolate island, half dead?”

Buggy raised a brow as he noticed her demeanor change, she looked to the side nervously, suddenly becoming scared again before she whispered, “Buzzsaw.”

This made the clown’s eyes widen, “What?”

“I was.. kidnapped by Buzzsaw. Me and my friends.”

“Buzzsaw?! The serial torturer that not even the marines mess with?!” Buggy felt a cold chill run down his spine, “It’s rare for someone to survive a run in with him.. he’s gonna be coming after you y’know?”

“He killed all of them.” The girl said, looking back out at sea. Buggy was really starting to regret his decision of saving this girl.. “Your friends?” His voice cracked. What the hell was I thinking?! That maniac is going to come back looking for this girl and I don’t think I’m strong enough to take down someone like him!! Buggy panicked in his mind.

“When I escaped he- didn’t try to fight back. He just let me leave.” She whispered again, not actually speaking to Buggy, but she was trying to make sense of it all. Why did he let me leave?

“Yeah yeah that’s nice. Uh, where do you live exactly?” Buggy laughed nervously, clasping his hands together, “Just tell me, I’ll tell the navigator and you’ll be back home in no time to mommy and daddy!” He grinned, breaking a sweat.

“I can’t go back home.” She turned back towards him, “I have nothing left— I don’t have parents, and now that all of my friends are dead I have nothing.” Tears pooled in her waterline, making Buggy’s heart clench.

Don’t look at me with those eyes..!!

“Well um.. you can’t stay here.” Buggy swallowed, “Sorry kid, but I can’t have you here. You being here just put a huge target on my ship!”

“But you can protect me, can’t you? Like you said, you’re the most feared pirate ever. There’s no way Buzzsaw would come after me if I’m with you.”

Buggy cursed himself for trying to impress this girl moments ago.. Damn it!! Why did I say that!! “Umm. Yes, but.. as a captain I have the duty to keep my crew safe!!” He stood up straight, hands on his hips, “Sure, I can fend off that guy without a problem.. but my crew aren’t the sharpest tools in the toolbox y’know.”

“Then let me join your crew or something! Is there an application I can fill out?” The girl looked up at him again, stepping closer to him, a desperate plead in her voice. “Eh- err.. fine! Fine! You can be on cabin girl duty or whatever..” I need to get rid of this girl!!

“Cabin girl?! Isn’t that for kids?! I’m an adult!!”

“You’re so ungrateful!! You know I can just throw you overboard right?!” Buggy snarled, “You’re lucky I’m even letting you join my crew!”

Buggy and the girl glared at each other for a moment before she huffed and turned away, crossing her arms. “What’s your name, anyway?” Buggy grumbled out, looking her body up and down, Hmm. Not too bad.

“Y/n.” She replied, “L/n Y/n.”

“Do you know anything about being a pirate, Y/n?” Buggy asked her with a smirk. After a few days she’ll be begging to go back home, she looks so weak! She wouldn’t last a day on this crew, that’s a perfect way to get that Buzzsaw off my tail! “Not really. But you can teach me right?” Y/n looked up at him, still glaring, but her voice was soft with a hint of hopefulness. Buggy hummed and put a hand on his chin, “I suppose I could..” Just for now.. until she starts crying to be let off the ship.

Buggy then stepped beside of Y/n, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and holding her firmly to his side with a laugh, “Well here, let me give you a tour of the ship! And a run down of what you’ll be doing for me.”

Y/n couldn’t help but blush. He was so strong, and the way he held her.. she chewed on her bottom lip and looked down at the deck as he led her off, rambling about pirate stuff, but she wasn’t listening. Y/n’s mind began to wander as well, what was she going to do now? Was she going to spend the rest of her life as a pirate, hiding behind this captain for the rest of her life? She couldn’t get the blood curdling screams out of her head, the sound of her friends choking on their own blood, the haunting images of their mangled corpses.

“Are you listening?” Buggy interrupted Y/n’s train of thought. She blinked for a moment, then looked back up at him, “Huh?” She then looked at her surroundings. They were in the lower deck, crates stacked upon crates, some unopened, some not.

“Your first task is simple, take stock of every thing, make sure things are in the right boxes.. shouldn’t be too hard, right?” Buggy gave Y/n a firm pat on the back which nearly knocked her over. “What?! But there’s like a million boxes in here!! And I’m still injured!”

“Well in that case it looks like you’re gonna have a lot of work to do then, huh?” Buggy laughed before stepping out of the room, closing the door behind him and leaving Y/n to her own devices. That should do it! Surely she won’t be able to finish all of that so easily without a slip up.. and once she makes a mistake I can just kick her off at the next town without feeling like an asshole! Perfect!

The next day, Buggy walked down to the storage room, Cabaji and Mohji in tow behind him with a huge smirk on his face— but when he got there.. Y/n was asleep on top of one of the crates, everything looked clean and orderly. He then bent down to pick something up off the floor, “What’s this?” He grunted, squinting and looking at it as his eyes adjusted to the dark.

It was a clipboard, Y/n had written down each labeled box along with its components, “No way! No way she did this all by herself!! It’s impossible!!”

Buggy’s grumbling was interrupted by a scream from Mohji, then a loud thud as he fell to the floor.

“DON’T TOUCH ME!” Y/n shouted as she jolted awake. “I didn’t mean to wake you up!! I swear!!” The beast tamer scrambled to his feet, then brushed off dust from his chest.

Buggy stormed over to Y/n, “You- you did all of this?!” He pointed at the clip board.

Y/n rubbed her eyes, then took it from him, “Oh yeah, I did. I organized everything and took stock just like you asked.. how long was I asleep?”

Buggy grumbled and looked down at his wrist, “No idea..”

Y/n furrowed her brows, sitting up on her knees while watching Buggy as he checked his bare wrist as if he was wearing a watch, “What are you looking at?”

Buggy snorted softly when he realized what he was doing, he then jerked his fist down and then growled at Y/n, “That’s none of your concern!!!” He snapped before turning away, his coat swishing behind him flashily as he stomped out of the storage room.

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ennoshitas-princess · 27 days

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That Flower in the Field

Chikara Ennoshita x fem! reader

Warning: some angst at first, moving on to more fluff later

Synopsis: You are a florist in a flower shop and Enno visits to get flowers for his mom and has turned into a regular

Word Count: 1,509

This is held post time skip and manga spoilers aren't included. I will include an OC that belongs to me.

The bell sang as the door opened by your favorite customer. He became a regular that by now you knew some things about him. Like, how his hairstyle is always neat, his dark sleepy eyes that you love to stare at, where he worked, that he had an interesting hobby in directing, how he played volleyball in high school.

You sat on your stool with the bouquet of colorful flora ready to hand to him, only to see him enter with a little boy holding his hand.

Your little heart shattered into quadrillion pieces. Of course he would have a beautiful wife and a child. He indeed is charming in his own way. He also had a good paying job. You felt so dumb for falling head over heels with this man.

“Hello Ennoshita-kun, here to pick up these flowers?” You smile sadly.

“Oh, yes. I need them for tonight. Today is a very special day and they are needed.” He smiled softly at you, cheeks dusting pink.

Your e/c eyes started to water. You found it hard to breathe and the back of your throat started to tighten up. Your blood started to boil in jealousy. Whoever the woman is, she must be very happy.

“I see.” You try to comprehend what just happened.

“Hey, you are the florist that my brother talks about. He says that-”

The little boy was interrupted by his brother's hand covering his lips.

“That is enough that came out of your little mouth. I am so sorry about him.” He bowed.

“It's fine.” You smile a little.

So, the little boy is Ennoshita-kun’s brother. You thought.

He picked up the sweet scented flowers from the counter gently.

“Oh, by the way. I wanted to invite you to a party. That’s if you are possibly free tonight?” He rubbed the back of his head.

Your face lit up at the invitation, but you hid how awful you felt if you showed up. His wife could end up saying. She might think you are a girl trying to hit on her husband. You wanted to decline.

“Sure, I would love to come!” You cheerfully open your mouth without a clue what you were saying.

“Great! I will come and get you from the flower shop at six.” He waved at you, holding his little brother's tiny hand.

The bell rang as you were in your train of thoughts. What should I wear?

Meanwhile, Ennoshita got bombed with a TON of questions from his tiny brother.

“Why didn't you ask her out?” His voice whispered.

“Huh?”

“You like her, don't you?” He looked up at Ennoshita’s dark eyes.

“No!” He blushed.

“She knows about mommy's birthday, right?”

“I hope so.” Was all that came out of Ennoshita’s lips.

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“Oooh, this is exciting! He finally asked you out.” The blonde girl shreaked.

“Emiko, he didn't ask me out. He only invited me to a party, nothing else. We are only friends.”

You rummaged in the bag your best friend brought you with clothes for the party.

You found a pretty breath of spring dress in there, plus a pair of tan colored flats to wear along with the light green dress.

“But, you like him.” She frowned.

“Well, he doesn't. He got a bouquet of flowers from my shop, and let's just say he said they were for a special occasion, which is today.” You look at her warm brown eyes.

“Come on, y/n. Let's be optimistic about the situation. I am pretty sure he doesn't have a wife.” She placed her soft hands on your shoulders.

“I wish I could.” You look down at the tiles of the flower shop.

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“Do I look good?” Ennoshita frantically asked as he looked at himself up and down in the mirror.

“Sweetheart, I am pretty sure you do look great! You have already asked me and your baby brother twenty hundred times.”

“I know, I know. I just want to look great tonight. I mean I want to impress her and she is quite a charm just with casual clothing on.” He kept staring at himself.

“Dear, I am sure you will impress her. You two seem pretty in love with each other.”

His mother sat down in a soft chair with a lace texture. The cushions are a delicate lavender color.

She was sitting up nice and straight, head held up high.

Her pearl necklace was a charm to all the men out there, but Ennoshita’s father was the chosen one since they were very young, before they entered high school.

“I hope she does love me back.” He looked down at the wooden floor.

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The nice cool breeze blew right through his neatly placed hair, but not messing it up. The setting sun kissed his skin delicately as he walked towards the little shop filled with the most gorgeous scented flowers ever.

He opened the little red door to be welcomed in by the little chime of the golden bell.

“L/n-san, I am here.” He walked in quietly.You rush out of the back to see him in a white cardigan. A light sage colored polo matching his eyes wonderfully. Khakis make him look simply charming. Oh, why did you fall for this married man?

“You look like a prince.”

You held your mouth agape, mesmerized by his way of charming people without even trying. Well, you were the only one in this world.

“Really? Thanks, I guess. Ready to go?” He reached for your hand.

“Yes, I am.” You move your hand quickly away from his.

You didn't want to let his wife know you were some side chick of his or something of the sort.

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The two of you made it to a nice outside reception. The place is decorated with floral decorations with all the colors of the spectrum. The trees swayed in the wind, making emerald leaves come falling to the green blanket on the ground.

“Oh, Ennoshita-kun, this place is lovely! I bet your wife is in love with this party as much as she is with you.” You clasped your hands together.

“Huh? L/n-san, I don't have a wife at all.” His face flushed a tiny hue.

“Wait, you don't have a wife?”

Your face scrunched up in confusion. He would always have a ring on his ring finger with some initials carved into it. He had pictures of a woman in his wallet. You didn't know what else to think.

“Then, who is in the pictures in-”

“Those are of my mom and dad when they were around our age.” He showed them to you.

“Then, what about the ring you-”

“This is my dad's ring and he gave it to me as a gift for my fifteenth birthday.” He took it off.

“But, the flowers must be for-”

“I don't have a girlfriend either. These flowers are for my mom because it's my mother's birthday.” He extended the flowers out.

Your face turned a bright magenta on the spot. You had no words left in your brain. This whole time your blood boiled over a woman that never existed.

“I have one question still on my mind.” You step closer to him.

“Oh, umm yeah. What is it?” He looked away from you.

“Why would you invite me to your mom's birthday party?” You twist your foot around on the green blanket beneath your feet.

“Well, you are a very close friend of mine, so I decided-”

“Oh dear, stop with the lying already. You are indeed in love with the beautiful lady that stands right in front of you. Just stop and confess to her.” Ennoshita's mother walked into the scene.

“Mom! I- well- I…. Umm…. I don't want to make your birthday party all about me.” He looked at her.

“Come on, Chikara! I have been waiting for this moment. Make it as another birthday present for me.” She fixed her son's hair.

Ennoshita gave her a look that he gave at his mother's request.

He knelt down on one knee and held your warm hands into his. Your cheeks flushed a rosy tint before he could say a word.

“L/n-san, since I entered the flower shop to pick up a bouquet for my mother, you were the most beautiful flower in that whole garden. Your eyes gleamed like twinkling diamonds in the night sky. Your hair perfectly framed your face as I kept looking at you, examining every little detail. What I am trying to say is…” He looked down, cheeks as a crimson rose. “Ln-san, will you go out with me?”

Everything in that moment stopped or turned completely white out of the picture. Only you and Ennoshita are in the spotlight and everyone is a side character just like in the movies you watched in high school.

“Oh, Ennoshita-kun. I- yes!”

You jumped into a tight hug, almost making him collapse on the grass.

This marked the last time you doubted his love towards you.

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interstellerace · 2 years

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Danny's New Duds

Danny hovered outside the massive nest of web and rock that constituted the lair of the Divine Spider. He didn’t like the idea of going into a spider’s web, but Clockwork had told him this was where he needed to go. Though that was likely to get a bored Danny out of the clock tower; Danny only being there to avoid his parent’s new ghost hunting invention and not because he had a time quest or anything.

Danny had asked Clockwork how Vlad had changed his clothes. Thanks to one of said time quests, Danny had seen what Vlad was wearing when he first became a half-ghost and that wasn’t what he was wearing now, so he had to have changed it somehow. Made it worse, in Danny's opinion.

Clockwork seemed to consider what to tell him, but ultimately said, “He probably went to the Divine Spider. She’s the one who originally made the royal garb of The Ghost King.”

So, Danny took the map of the Infinite Realms and found the lair of the Divine Spider to see if she would be willing to make him a new costume. There was nothing wrong with his old jumpsuit, but it was built to lower the risk of ecto-contamination, not fight crime in.

He cautiously floated into the cave, careful to avoid touching any of the webbing, but he didn’t want to surprise the ghost he was there to meet, so he called out, “Hello? Miss Divine Spider?”

He saw movement from the back of the cave, but as he got closer it changed from a terrifying web-cave into what looked like the inside of an apartment. A couch that was big and comfy looking, a table with a few chairs around it, a flat-screen TV mounted on the wall… Danny could barely believe what he was seeing. He floated past a book shelf filled with anime DVDs, manga, and figurine dolls. There was a matching one on the opposite wall filled with American movies, comic books, and action figures.

“Uh, hello?”

Suddenly, there was movement and a door opened. There stood a creature that looked like a centaur, except instead of a human torso attached to a horse body, it was a human torso sticking up out of a spider where it’s head should have been. The spider was covered in fine white fur, and it’s two most front legs look more like metal scythes than a spider’s legs. The human body sticking out of it looked like a young woman, with long white hair and pale skin and her eyes glowed a ghostly pink. Her human half did wear a lovely white dress that used patterns and 3D sewing to add design, depth, and detail.

“Hello,” She said quietly, her eyes scrutinizing Danny as an intruder to her lair.

Danny swallowed down his discomfort at the spindly creature before him and forced a smile while he said, “Hi, I’m Danny Phantom, and I heard you can make ghost clothes?”

The spider woman immediately lit up with a huge smile on her face, and her entire posture and presence changed. “Oh! Yes, I love making all kinds of clothes and costumes, especially cosplay! I love making outfits based on my favorite movies and anime. I actually just finished making a Madoka Magica cosplay.”

The spider woman quickly ducked back into the room she had been in but quickly stuck her head back out and said, “Oh, I forgot to say, I’m Kumoko! And It’s nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too,” Danny said as she vanished behind a closed door.

She then came out with a new dress on, a perfect replica of the main character’s puffy magical girl dress. She gave him a twirl as she excitedly explained, “Isn’t it perfect? Though, I did think about making a Homura cosplay first, she’s tied for my favorite character, but pink is my favorite color.”

Danny grinned. Oh, this horrible monster was a total geek. “It looks amazing!”

She blushed at the compliment then asked, “Did you come here for cosplay?”

“I’m afraid not,” Danny said, rubbing the back of his neck. “But I am hoping to get some cool clothes.”

“Oh, what did you have in mind?”

“Well, I’m a hero,” Danny said while motioning at his current outfit, “but my jumpsuit just isn't made for it; it'll tear at the slightest bit of friction. And look at how formfitting it is. I guess that can be good because it means it doesn’t get caught on things, except that it does get caught on things, all the time, and it always tears from that too.”

“It’s also pretty plain,” Kumoko added.

“Is that a bad thing?”

“No, but it’s not doing you any favors with the formfitting thing,” She said and started to circle Danny, her scythe legs coming off the ground and poking at his jumpsuit. “And it’s not like you have a lot of muscles to show off either.”

Danny huffed at her bluntness, “I guess I don’t mind it too much, but it would be nice to leave that kind of thing up to the imagination.”

She smiled and started waving her hands in a circles in the air, shimmering white strands of silk started to form a small doll that looked exactly like Danny, changing color to match his hair, skin, suit, and eyes. “So, the black and white color scheme is good for hiding in the shadows and catching bad guys, but how about we add some lines down the sides like this to break up the big black sections.”

The doll’s clothes changed as she explained, like it was responding to what she was thinking. “And you should have an actual utility belt instead of just a waistline reinforcement … and we should add some reinforcements around the knees and elbows, I think they should still be black, but if we want to break up the arms we can ... some thicker soled boots with more ankle support too … and- was this supposed to have a hood? That might be useful if you’re fighting in the rain or trying to hide your face... do you want to add a mask... Oh, but if we make your sigil green, it would really pop and people would recognize it! Like the bat-signal!”

They spent several more minutes talking about what would look good, what would be useful, and what would make good branding for marketing deals. And at the end of it, the spider woman handed Danny the little doll of himself and said, “I think is going to look great when you’re done with it!”

Danny looked at the doll, “When I’m done with it?”

“Yeah, you said it wasn’t cosplay right? That you want it to be your default and not a costume?”

Danny nodded, “But, I don’t know how to sew or anything.”

“Oh, do you not know how to change them yourself?” Kumoko asked and Danny shook his head. “I thought you just came to get some design advice! Okay, but you can definitely change your own clothes. You have to focus on the design you want, which you can use the doll as a reference for, and the ectoplasm that makes your current clothes will change into the new shape you want!”

“What? Really? Is it really that easy?”

“Well, some people find it easy, it can take a long time to get it right tough. Most people just prefer to keep their death clothes or have me make new clothes for them.”

Danny nodded, “I was hoping for you to make them.”

Kumoko gave a bright smile. “Okay! What did you bring for payment?”

“Uh…”

“You weren’t going to make me work for free, were you?”

“No, I didn’t think you were going to work for me at all, actually,” Danny said then sighed, “But, if we treat this like a consultation, how much would it cost to have this hero-suit made for me?”

Kumoko hummed and reexamined the doll, “At least a dozen high quality chocolate bars.”

Danny stared at her, “Chocolate bars?”

Kumoko nodded, “High Quality Chocolate Bars, or maybe some chocolate and some cookies. High quality cookies, of course. Or a strawberry cake, I haven’t had one of those in so long.”

Danny laughed, “Alright, I make the request for you to make the suit now, but you don't have to start it until I’ve given you enough sweets. How does that sound?”

"Since your hero reputation is on the line, I'll start working on it right away and you can pay when it's done." Kumoko held out her hand, “Make it a deal.”

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Danny wasn’t sure how long it would take Kumoko to make the clothes he wanted, and he forgot to ask her too. So, he decided to play it safe, give her two weeks, and if that wasn’t enough time, he’d give her a "down payment" and ask how long it would take after that.

So, there he was again, floating into the web-cave of The Divine Spider, this time with a bright pink cake box. “Hello? Miss Kumoko?”

The door in the back opened and the spider woman stepped out, seemingly surprised to see him, “Danny! I thought you forgot about me!”

“Of course not, how could I forget about you?”

“It’s been two weeks! I also thought you might have been scared off by last time.”

Danny rubbed the back of his neck, “Yeah, I wasn’t sure how long it would take to make the hero-suit and I didn’t want to bother you while you were working on it, so I just… waited to come see you again.”

Kumoko nodded thoughtfully, “I should have told you it doesn’t take long at all for me to make stuff with my silk. I only needed a few hours, I do have eight legs and two hands that can work at the same time after all.”

“Really, just a couple hours?”

Kumoko nodded then ducked back into the back room for a moment then coming back with some folded clothes and some accessories. “I did have to go get some materials for the non-cloth bits, but I think it was worth it just to see how cool it is!”

She handed it to him and watched expectantly as he examined each piece of clothing. “Wow, Kumoko, this is amazing!”

“So, I put the hood on a jacket so that if someone tries to grab it, you can just slide it off,” Kumoko said taking and showing off the jacket, “It’s also got your sigil on it! I hope you don’t mind, I did put your sigil on each separate piece. So everyone will know that if it has that symbol it’s yours, or if someone has it, they’re your friend. And For branding! maybe - you could do some merchandising… maybe give your designer a cut.”

"I don't know how to do that, but I can look into it."

"So what you're saying is," Kumoko pointed at herself, "you need a branding manager."

#dp #danny phantom #danny fenton #OC #spider #so i'm a spider so what

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tiny012 · 3 months

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How the hell Manga Usagi is more selfish than 90's Usagi?

How the hell Manga Usagi picks herself over the other senshi?

Especially you had TWO big instances that she literally did things for them.

In Infinity Arc when she dive into P90 with the holy grail because she felt like they are always protecting her so now it's her time to protect them which she did.

Hell fucking Stars Arc when she went to the ends of the fucking Galaxy to bring them back.

Hell lets go back to the beginning when she literally bought all them to together and befriended them when society precived each girl to be an outcast.

90 Usagi act like Ami and Rei is on their way to steal Mamo and then sometimes rub it in their face that she has a boyfriend and they don't.

Manga Usagi not once did that. ( Cough Which her friends appreciate everything she done for them and she does the exactly the same but for some reason when Dark Kingdom Usagi cares about getting Mamo back people want to sit her and act like she doesn't care about her friends..cough)

But that get sweep under the rug because 90s Usagi decided not to kiss a corpse ( Since Mamo was dead yall.) because she wanted her " friends" to experience their first kiss...

( Cough which also they were shitty friends to her as the seasons progessed and talking about everything from her grades,leadership skills and she's not good enough for Mamo. But she is expected to save them and the whole world while they are being mean to her. cough)

The bar is so low that something that is very ethical not to do since he's fucking dead and can't participate gets praised.

Also lets not forget that 90's Usagi literally gave the Holy Gail to M9 thinking that it Hotaru which almost fucked the whole world up but thanks to Saturn saving her ass everything come out alright. She gave up something that could save the whole world just to save one person.

But Manga Usagi is selfish because she pretty much told Galaxia " Oh Hey the only reason why I am a senshi and fight is because of my friends and family. I don't have them anymore thanks to you so I really don't give a fuck right now. But that don't mean I want you to die right now."

Which she gets the strength to keep going and fighting which not only save her friends but save the whole damn galaxy.

The 90's anime will not let Usagi grow for shit this world.

She still though every woman who bats an eye at Mamo wanted him but didn't but said nothing to the ones who was really sliding in those DMs.

She was still jealous of her own kid towards the end of the series which the 90's anime just forgot all of sudden when they let Chibiusa leave and not come back. Its no character development at all for her to grow out that jealousy and her insecurities. I mean asking Mamo do he love Chibiusa more than her and it's played for fucking laughs? What the hell??

But Manga Usagi gets shitted on time after time for her being jealous of Chibiusa before she found out she was her kid which she fucking calls herself out on it and said it was fucking irrational ( which onnthe reasons why she was irrational was due to the fact this child may have information on the people who was taking her friends and she felt like Mamo was being to soft her.) be jealous of a kid like that. ( 90's Usagi never did that and continued to be jealous of Chibiusa even after she knew that was her kid.) Of course it wasn't overnight because she worked on for the rest of Black Moon arc. Then in Infinity arc it was more of Chibiusa trolling her and she getting mad not out of jealousy.

That's character development. That's maturing and growing which the 90's anime refused to let Usagi do.

Especially the fact they never let her grow into the mandle of Sailor Moon which she always seem like she never wanted it in the first place.

And I don't understand how the hell Manga Usagi gets called a Mary Sue.

That will always be wild to me.

Also in the 90's anine they don't act like they love her until she is in danger. I also feel like she love them more than they love her in the 90's anime.

But in the manga.

The feelings goes both ways.

She loves them and they love her.

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unpopularbunny · 2 years

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Chubby reader! x sanemi

warnings: MAJOR SERIES END SPOILERS!! DO NOT READ IF NOT CAUGHT UP ON THE MANGA. Mostly angst!

Thank you to the lovely beta reading by @thosestarry-nights

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A/N this is going to be split in two parts! Uploaded back to back! Thank you everyone for keeping up with me on this journey. I’ve never finished a fanfiction series ever in my life and this means so much to me. Thank you!!! (The timeline of things may be a little weird but don’t worry about that!)

In the end you are only a product of your fears.

Two months after Sanemi’s final departure you were showing enough that the building manager confronted you. You told her the truth, instead of her kicking you out for your transgressions, she was understanding. You were reminded of your mother. Warm hugs accompanied by the smell of your mothers perfume, feelings overwhelmed you as you cried in her arms. Shortly after that others in the house learned of your pregnancy, no one was really surprised or treated you differently regarding it.

Everyone was on edge until a messenger bird arrived.

We won.

You dropped to your knees with your face in your hands, your body shaking with sobs. The demons were wiped out and you were saved. Sanemi didn’t have to fight anymore, you didn’t have to fear going home anymore. The casualty list had yet to arrive, though you had heard enough from the first announcement. We won, but the casualties were unimaginable.

Your chest couldn’t take the news.

You were found in your bedroom, packing away the last few years of your life as if none of it had ever even happened. A few of the nurses found you, they had been drinking and celebrating. They invited you to join in their festivities even if you couldn’t drink. You waved them off and they went on their merry way, shouting and singing praises to the slayers. You merely laughed, rubbing your stomach as the baby kicked.

“You feel it too huh? I’m happy we won.” You whispered to yourself.

You heard your door open and when you turned the building manager was standing in the doorway holding a box. She presented you with children's clothes, taking out every article of clothing at a time and unfolding and showing them to you before refolding them.

“I had children once,” She started, “I had an older son, and two younger twin girls. You couldn’t get the twins to sit still even for a moment and you couldn’t get my son to leave his room, he was so absorbed in his studies.” Her smile was sincere. She didn’t say anymore beyond that and you didn’t ask.

“I no longer have a need for babies and children's clothes, so I’d like you to take them.”

“Thank you very much ma’am” You bowed your head a little, taking the box from her.

“Since there is no longer a need for these ‘safe houses’ I am dismissing the staff and giving them severance pay.” She set an envelope in front of you.

“I’d like it if you stayed.” Her voice was low.

“I can’t.” Your chest tightened, the last thing you ever wanted was to hurt her, “It’s…It’s time for me to go home.”

“Ah, I understand y/n, but don’t forget that you’re always welcome here and this place can be your home any time.” She smiled but you could see the way her eyes glistened with held back tears. She left shortly thereafter, telling you that should you need any food or supplies before you left that you were more than happy to take what you needed.

Your sleep was brief that night, your baby kicking every so often and waking you up. As soon as the sun rose you took a small cart and loaded it up with your things. The building owner saw you out and urged you to visit her because ‘An old woman like me gets lonely you know?’. A few of the remaining nurses and one of the cooks saw you off as well.

Your whole body felt electric as you left. Home seemed unreachable to you, the world seemed dangerous, but now you felt more…..at ease and safe. A few days prior you got your hands on a map and figured out a route home that wouldn’t be too taxing on your body. You weren’t worried about bandits seeing as every town you came across everyone was too busy celebrating. You used as little of the severance pay as you could along the journey, only buying necessities for the baby that you knew you might need later on.

When you returned back to your town everyone looked at you with big eyes. No one asked of course, about your slightly protruding stomach, but you could tell they all wanted to know where you’d been. Your family home was untouched, though nature was slowly overtaking the home. Tall grass and weeds winding their way onto the porch and ivy growing along the side of the house. The air seemed to still once you crossed the threshold. You felt as if you shouldn’t be there, like your presence was disturbing the peace that had settled. You left the cart at the gate, struggling a bit to open the stiff door.

“I’m home…” You softly said before making your way through the house.

Things were mostly untouched. A few wet spots from the roof leaking, some of the windows were broken but nothing appeared stolen, and there was of course, the lightly faded blood stains on the ground. Your bedroom was untouched, as was your parents and grandparents, a layer of dust coated things. You let nostalgia wash over you as you cleaned. Opening the windows and dusting things, your fathers tools were in wonderful condition. They were wrapped in cloth so they were untouched by dust and had no visible rust.

The sun began to set by the time you were done cleaning. You brought your things inside and put away what you could before your hunger got the best of you. Dinner was simple, rice and steamed vegetables. Sleep came before you realized it. Your dreams were filled with comforting memories of your family, it was as if you were still there with them instead of alone in this hollow shrine of a home.

You awoke with the sun and after a quick bath you set out to the grounds. It took you all afternoon and morning to pull all of the weeds. It was chilly outside as winter was fast approaching, you figured if you did a good amount of work now you’d have to do less come spring. Every so often you’d see someone out of the corner of your eye having stopped and watched you work, but no one came to actually talk to you. You took brief breaks when the kicking in your stomach became too much.

The backyard where all of the produce was grown was another story altogether. Violently overgrown and invasive weeds grew everywhere. The nearly rebuilt shed mocked you from the corner of the grounds, an unfortunate reminder that you were still alone. But you pressed on.

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It took days for anyone to approach you.

It was a friend of your grandmothers. A lovely old woman, a smile on her face, and a basket in her hands. You were on your knees in the garden when she found you. She urged you too take a break from working so hard and that you two should relax and catch up. You had tea with her on the porch, the basket was all kinds of goodies and vegetables for which you thanked her profusely as you were beginning to run out. She told you that everyone assumed that you succumbed to your injuries. The worst you’d gotten was a scar on your shoulder, but so far no lifelong side affects.

You told her about your job at the safety house, about the kind owner, and the colorful people you worked with. You omitted the part about you and Sanemi’s ‘relationship’ seeing as anyone had yet to accuse or ask if you were pregnant. She said it was wonderful to have you back and that she knows your family would be proud for all the good you’ve done in the world. You cried, she patted your back and left shortly after.

Soon you were constantly flooded with guests.

Old friends and flames trying to reconnect, you kept your distance from everyone, not knowing what their intentions were. Some of the villagers caved, asking you to do minor carpentry tasks for them. You barely made it through winter, but you couldn’t hide your secret forever. Three of the elder women that were very close with your grandmother would visit often, almost every day, just to check on you and bring you anything that you needed. Tonight was such a night as all three women joined you for dinner, making all kinds of dishes. You didn’t hold back on your cravings, not noticing how they all smiled at you fondly while you ate.

“How far along are you?” One said

You choked on the food you were eating.

“Yes! I’ve been saying it was a girl but no one believes me!” Someone chimed in from your left.

“That’s because no one would believe an old senile witch like you.” All three cackled while you coughed and wiped your mouth while looking at the three old women with wide eyes.

“How did you-“

“Oh come on Y/N! Did you really think you could just hide that you were pregnant that easily? I mean sure, you’re more filled out, but you can’t hide anything from us.” They all giggled, agreeing with her.

I mean, of course you couldn’t hide it forever, you were just so focused on rebuilding your family home that you neglected to face this. They all comforted you that night, giving you advice and assuring that they would be there to assist in the birth. One of them dared to ask where the father was, you couldn’t tell them that you didn’t know, so you told them a lie that eased your conscience.

“H-He was a slayer that passed away in battle….” It wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t the truth.

They cooed and comforted you through most of the night after that, all of them telling different stories about how they managed just fine after their husbands either passed away or left them. They assured you that you wouldn’t go through this alone. They would be there every step of the way and even after, as the first few months after birth are often the hardest.

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As winter raged and began to melt away, everyone else found out relatively fast. Your stomach was much more rounder and protruding, your hips ached as you walked, and your back throbbed and ached no matter what sleeping position you took. One of the elder women decided to stay at the house with you to help and prepare. She forced her son to help, who tried to resist at first but his grandmother's guilt weighed down on him. Mostly in the form of words ‘She’s a single mother! She can do twice the work you can! You can’t even help this much?’ Though he whined he gave in easily.

You grew frustrated day by day, whoever was over to help only remained in your way as you tried to rebuild the garden bed. Taking tools from you and ushering you out of the sun. When you voiced your concern the women wouldn’t back down, insisting that you must cherish your body if you hope to make it through the birth. They taught you breathing exercises and massaged your ankles no matter how embarrassed you felt. You gave in eventually, directing the helpers and teaching them the same skills your grandparents taught you.

It was a comfortable day when everything changed.

You had managed to convince them to let you work on the garden, just a little bit. The sun was out but it wasn’t beating down on your back, the breeze was cool, and the harvest was beginning to look wonderful. You were pulling on a weed, the root was so far down that once it finally came out of the ground you fell back onto your butt. One of the women on the porch called out to you asking if you were okay, however when you went to confirm you noticed that the ground was wet beneath you. And things hadn’t been watered yet.

Face burning with embarrassment, you yelled out that you peed yourself and didn’t feel it. The three elderly women rose and made a beeline for you, yelling for someone to help you get up. Once on your feet they were drilling you with questions. Even when you tried to answer, the first contraction started and you only doubled over and tried not to scream. You were helped inside while they organized a place for you to lay. Warm water and towels at the ready, they undressed you and made sure you were clean before trying to get you to practice pushing while laying down. Your whole body was beginning to fight and you wanted to pass out from it all. Your hair clung to your face with sweat as you screamed and tried your best. You lost track of time between pushing and becoming disoriented. You could barely make out their arguing.

“I told you it’s not going to work! She has to stand!”

What? Stand?

With the help of one of their daughters you were made to stand and grip a rope that was hung from the ceiling beam. They assisted you with squatting , one of them holding your back to keep you steady. They urged you to push, they encouraged you and praised you. The room began to spin, but you had to try, you had to keep trying. You couldn’t even feel yourself pushing, but you did feel when it stopped. The pain was gone. Relief overtook you and your body began to give out. As your conscience was faded out you swore, just for a moment, that you saw her.

Your mother.

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You felt like you slept for days and days. Your dream was brief and your body felt so heavy. In your dream you were sitting on the porch with your mother, watching your grandparents work. Your mother had cut up some watermelon and you were drinking long cooled green tea.

“You’ve done such a good job Y/N” Her voice is just as you remembered.

“But I ran away…from you…home….and even him.” The watermelon was so sweet.

“You lived.” The breeze feels so cool on your face as she speaks, “You’ve spread my mothers knowledge as well as your fathers and you never gave up.” She sounds so sincere. Your grandmother waves at you and you wave back as everything around you begins to blur.

“Never for a moment did we doubt you,” She takes you in her arms, you haven’t felt this safe in years, “Carry the love we gave you and never let it go.” She wipes your tears and her hands are so soft and warm, you can smell her perfume and all its earthy tones.

As the world dissolves away around you, you see your family wave goodbye from behind her.

And then you woke up.

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You’re back in your bed, or rather, your parents bed, you moved in there to turn your old bedroom into a nursery. Two of the older women are nearby sitting against the wall, one having fallen asleep with her head on the other's shoulder. You notice the room is eerily silent for a baby having just been born. When you struggle to sit up you can feel every part of your being ache, even when you blink. But you don’t feel tired, not one bit.

The door opens and enters the missing woman and she holds a bundle in her arms. You feel so scared, and you know your face shows it. The other two wake up and rush to your side, asking how you feel and trying to get you to eat and drink, but you don’t answer them. You merely hold your arms out for your baby. She approaches and kneels, showing you what your body worked so hard to create.

“It’s a boy.” She whispered.

He feels so heavy in your arms. His hair is white and you can’t hold back the tears anymore. They all surround and hug you, reminding you that you’re not alone.

You’re not alone.

“What are you going to name him?”

You think about that, it takes a bit, but you have the perfect name for him.

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The final battle destroyed everyone’s very being. They won, of course, after the fiercest battle they ever attempted. Many of the slayers died in the throes of battle, tengen wasn’t even included in the battle considering he was missing one of his arms. Sanemi watched his own brother be bisected and fade away from his very palms. Genya told sanemi that he was the nicest brother in the world.

Sanemi still sees his face in his dreams.

The few permanent ‘scars’ he had from the final battle blended in with his past scars. Save for the windmill on his cheek that other slayers got after interacting with Tanjiro, though everyone’s was different.

He slept for a month.

The nurses called it a coma but he said he was just tired and he needed to leave NOW. All of his physical wounds were healed, but he still needed to be cleared by a different kind of doctor. It took him another month to finally be discharged. Tengen offered him a place to stay but he said he had other things to do. Tengen wasn’t stupid and knew what sanemi was after.

You.

When sanemi came to the safe house he was met by overgrown grounds and a missing staff. Your room was empty and when the building owner came to him to see what the ruckus was, she merely raised an eyebrow.

“Where is she?!” He was panicking. You said you would wait for him.

“She went home.”

“Well where the fuck is that?!” His hands were tingling.

She shakes her head, informing him that she didn’t know. She wanted to ask if he knew about the baby but if he didn’t know where she went, he couldn’t have known about that. After throwing more curse words at her he leaves. He doesn’t even know where to begin.

No matter who he asked, where he went, he couldn’t find you. It was almost as if you weren’t real and it was wearing down on him greatly. He’d take breaks for a few weeks, seeing some of his former Hashirama. He never stayed in one place for long never wanting to let go of the determination to find you.

He spent so long looking for you, time didn’t matter to him. Before long, five years had passed right by the both of you.

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The recovery from the birth was much harder than actually giving birth. They showed you how to breast feed and change diapers. They explained the changes your body will endure and guided you through the dark tunnel of post partum depression. The moments when you felt you couldn’t call yourself a mother, they would deny you this right. Telling you that you birthed him all the same. You were the sun and he was the sky. That's right.

You’re precious little Sora.

He grew faster than you expected, through summer and by the time winter came he was holding onto the wall and guiding himself around your home. When he learned to speak he tried to speak like the elderly ladies who helped you raise him. His hair was wild and as white as the clouds in the sky.

Once they decided you were fit enough to work the farm mostly alone they began to limit their visits, not that you were bothered by this.

By the time his second birthday came around, he was beside you in the garden trying to pull weeds. As much as you wanted to urge him to go play with other children, you knew he only wanted to help. So you let him. You even dug him his own special garden. He would kneel with you while you prayed at the family shrine. You would mostly apologize when you first got home, but now you were telling them every single update with sora.

He was shy and reserved, he dreaded when the old women would visit, anticipating cheek pinches. He didn’t mind when they gave him lots of snacks and brought him toys here and there. You would tell him endless stories of your parents and grandparents. You didn’t shy away from telling him about death and told him they were always watching. Being a mother wasn’t easy of course, sora broke things and would act out and throw tantrums every once in a while.

You wouldn’t hit nor yell.

You’d make him clean his messes up. You’d make sure he apologized if he said something that would hurt your feelings and explain why those things hurt your feelings. You’d be there to guide and teach, not embarrass and beat.

When he turned four some of the kids from the village would begin to visit your farm, kindly asking if Sora could play. Your heart would swell at the sight of him bounding off with his friends. Sometimes they would stay there and play in his room or even ask you about aspects of the farm. He was still reserved and sweet, but you could see him begin to come out of his shell.

You too began to change along with your son.

You sold your produce in town and did carpentry jobs. People would comment on how your work was just as wonderful as your fathers and you would bow and thank them. Your produce always sold well and sora would only become more and more eager to help you at your stall.

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The village was bustling, more people having moved in and newer houses being built. Just the other day someone had come to your door and informed you that a school was being built. Sora stood behind you, clinging to your dress and only sneaking glances at the man speaking to you. The man gave you a flier, telling you that you were more than welcome to enroll your son once the fall season comes.

The following day your stall had more customers than usual, so you told Sora he could take some money and go buy himself some treats. You were so busy taking care of customers that it took you a moment to notice someone staring at you, eyes boring into you. When you caught his gaze you made a confused face. You’d never seen this man before. He was beautiful, yes, but something about him seemed….familiar. Upon looking at him some more, you noticed that he was missing an arm. He smiled at you and you smiled back.

“Hello, what could your name be?” His voice was lilting and mischievous, as if he’d found something he shouldn’t have. So you tell him and his smile only grows wider.

“What a lovely name!” He doesnt hide his amusement.

Before you could ask him his name he proceeds to buy quite a bit of your inventory. Once you helped him load it up into the small cart he paid you more for your help, you couldn’t thank him enough. When he went to leave you saw a white blur of hair run and smack into his leg. You inwardly groan because you know exactly what happened.

“Sora, are you okay?” You help your son to his feet, “Sir I am so sorry for my son, he’s-“

Tengen immediately tunes you out, his eyes locked on sora instead. The shape of Sora’s eyes and that striking hair are not easily missed. Not to mention you’re the prized treasure his colleague has been looking for. Once you’re done talking he holds his hand up and smiles.

“No problem at all ma’am.” His smile is sly and not missed by you, “Kids will be kids.” He laughs and you follow along.

After he departs you scold sora lightly, reminding him to watch his surroundings before he gets seriously hurt. He apologizes and you let him go back off with his friends.

The rest of the day is a blur as you’re lost in your thoughts trying to place where you’ve seen that man before.

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Upon returning home, tengen tells his wives he has an important mission for them all.

To find Sanemi.

They all look at him like he’s lost his mind but when he informs them that the very thing he’s been looking for has been found and has a bonus with her, they’re invested. They treat it as any other mission, following different leads and determined, if anything, to cause a ruckus as their husband does.

Makio finds sanemi first.

He’s resting at an inn on some mountainside she didn’t bother remembering the name of. She sneaks into his room, finding it empty and huffs, musing to herself that she couldn’t believe she missed him. Unfortunately, the knife pressed against her back says she came at the right time.

“Why the fuck are you here?” He’s tired and agitated.

“Tengen says he wants to see you!” She can barely hold back the excitement in her tone.

“No.” He pulls the knife down.

“He said it’s about ‘some woman’ you’ve been obsessing over.”

He feels like he can’t breathe and he wastes no time packing up and leaving with her. The journey is short, as sanemi doesn’t stop to rest at all. Even when Makio complained and insisted they take a break, he threatened to leave her there.

He marches through tengen’s home, not taking his shoes off, not greeting anyone, stomping his way through until he finds him. Meanwhile Makio gets reacquainted with her bath and bed. Tengen is relaxing with suma and Hinatsuru. Sanemi looks a little worse for wear and the sight of the lovesick dog makes tengen chuckle.

“Sanemi~ You’ll never guess what i found~” He teases sanemi, who has no patience and hasn’t had any since he woke up in the hospital.

“I will rip your other fucking arm off if you don’t tell me where she is!” His voice echos and tengen and his wives are unaffected by the aggression. He holds out a little slip of paper that sanemi snatches and turns to leave.

“You’re gonna like the surprise that you find!” He calls after him but sanemi pays no mind.

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Sanemi really tries to get there without stopping, but eventually exhaustion gets the better of him and he stays at an inn on the way. When he does arrive at your village, well, now a ‘town’ with all the new advancements that are being made. He sees things that you’d described to him. He doesn’t know where you are and doesn’t hesitate asking. He sees three older women sitting together nearby, having tea and chatting. They’re the first ones he asks about you and they ask who he is before giving any information.

He tells them he’s a good friend.

They hesitate but tell him and he could almost kiss them he’s so thankful.

The gateway to your farm is just as he imagined when you described little details, he runs his hand over the carvings your father created when he repaired it. The grounds were well taken care of, expected of you and the skills you had. He was frozen at the doorway. Every feeling he had for you was hitting the roof and going to spill out. He was so angry because you didn’t stay, so confused as to why you wouldn’t even leave him a letter telling him where you went, and so scared of what he would find. Have you moved on? All of the thoughts were overwhelming him. He couldn’t believe what he was doing.

He snuck around and into the back.

He saw how beautifully you’d tended to the land, he saw the shed that you had repaired and took notice of all the small things he’d been told.

He even noticed you, with sora.

Your back was facing him, not that you’d be able to see him of course. You were crouched and showing sora something Sanemi couldn’t see. The white hair wasn’t a detail that was missed on him. You stood up and said something before walking off into the house. Once you were out of sight Sanemi watched as sora began to pull things out of the ground, carrots. He was pulling them carelessly and leaving them on the ground. One was too big and harder to pull out. One it came out sora fell back and the carrot was out of his hands.

On the ground a few feet in front of sanemi.

He’s frozen as sora runs over to pick it up. Sora stares at sanemi, sanemi feels like he’s staring at a picture of himself as a child. Save for his eyes, sora's eyes were the same as yours. Sanemi took a step back and wanted to run before you came back and saw him but he couldn’t.

Sora grabbed his wrist and the almighty Sanemi Shinazugawa, a famed hashira, the last wind pillar before the corps were disbanded, was powerless as he was pulled along by a five year old. Sora was firing off questions at him ‘who are you? Where are you from? We have the same hair! Are you here to see mama?’ Sanemi couldn’t answer a single one.

You come out the back door holding a basket that you planned to give to Sora to collect the carrots in but you dropped the basket as soon as you stepped out. Sanemi had the same look of bewilderment on his face as Sora kept talking and pulling him. You looked more beautiful than when he last saw you. Your hair was longer and your body got a little more fuller, but he could still see the same stars in your eyes that he’d been chasing this entire time.

“Y/N I-“ Sanemi didn’t know what to say, not that he had a chance.

Because you ran.

Back into the house and into your bedroom, shutting the door and locking it. You lean back against the door, your heart thundering in your chest and your legs feeling weak. Just like that, every memory of sanemi hits you like a train. Every moment you two whispered secrets, the way he’d run his hands all over you, and even the first and only time he’s said he loved you. You slide down and clench at your chest, trying to calm down and take deep breaths. There was a banging on your door, one that you recognized.

“Mama! You said to be polite when guests visit!” Sora scolded you from the other side of the door. You knew that he wasn’t the only one waiting on the other side.

“Go finish pulling the carrots!” You call and after him trying to debate with you he huffs and stomps off.

Sanemi taps on the door gently, carefully, just to be fragile with you like he always has. It’s as if all the anger and resentment melted away the moment he saw you. He turns and leans against the door, sliding down to sit against it. Without it there you two would be sitting back to back. Neither of you know what to say, so you start.

“Shinazugawa-San I-“

“That’s not my name. I thought we agreed you’d call me by my name the last time we talked.” His voice is soft and he even laughs a bit at the end.

“I’m sorry….”

“Is he mine?” He sounded hesitant and you scoffed.

“Are you really asking that? Do you see his hair? Do you think I’d want to be with anyone else?” You aren’t thinking as you speak.

“Yes.” His voice is small. Of course he thought that! As much as the thought made his skin prick, he had to entertain the idea that maybe when he found you, you had moved on, “Why didn’t you wait for me?”

“I was scared.” He scoffed at your response.

“Of what?”

“Having to face if you had died.”

“Well I didn’t”

“Yeah I know that now!” You snap out of irritation.

He's silent and so are you. Both of you trying to figure out how to pick everything back up, considering you two skipped a few steps and now had a son.

“Sora’s a weird name.” He remarked.

“Yeah well you weren’t here to name him” You grumbled, and it must have struck a nerve.

“Well I didn’t know you were pregnant!” You flinch and bring your knees to your chest.

“I didn’t tell you because I knew you’d stay and if you stayed and didn’t help in the final battle, you’d never forgive yourself. I couldn’t be that selfish.”

He said nothing. Because you were right. If you’d told him he’d stayed and what would the outcome have been without him? What would’ve become of the world then?

You hear the wind blow and you know that you can’t keep yourself locked in this room forever, but you’re so scared of your own emotions.

“How did you find me?”

“Tengen.” He didn’t sound too happy to say that.

“Eh? I don’t remember seeing him.” You try to pinpoint in your memory if you’ve seen a flashy pretty boy recently.

“He has one arm now so it’s kind of hard to miss.” One moment sanemi is upright and talking and the next you slide the door open and the back of his head hurts from where it hit the ground.

“The man that Sora bumped into weeks ago?!” You finally start to realize why that man was so amused at the sight of sora, Sanemi laughs at your reaction.

“You’re still beautiful.” His voice wraps around you just like it used to. Low and grating, making your face flush.

You don’t think you can run from him this time.

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daisha-mochizuki · 21 days

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Well, it's that time! You guys voted, and I shall give you what you all want! I've worked in order to have the first main fic of this AU in time, and I did it! I hope you all enjoy it. I will say, there are mentions of gore and limb ripping and nightmares and all that fun jazz, so be warned.

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Something had been off about that day. Perhaps it was just the rain, Enji had mused, but that wasn’t the case. No, looking back on it, much bigger issues were prominent than he had originally realized at the time.

It was the latest Billboard Chart since All Might had returned to Japan from America with his working partner, David Shield. All of the top ten heroes in Japan were lined up across the stage, the cheers and whoops of the overwhelmingly large crowd permeating the airspace of the area. Rain thundered and pounded on the earth outside, but nobody cared. It was what was going on inside the building that was important to them at the moment.

And nobody would realize how important it would be until the time struck.

“WHO’S READY FOR THE TOP TEN HEROES?!”

An announcer's voice boomed over the speakers built into the arena, louder than any of the citizens’ voices. The crowd screamed and stomped their feet, and they started chanting to start. The announcer’s amused chuckle radiated through the arena, and then they cleared their throat.

“Alright, alright, settle down now or else I can’t proceed.”

The crowd attempted to silence, save for the ever-so-often whoop and applause as well as the wolf whistles.

“Coming in at No. 10, our not-so-little guy, Kūki!”

Said hero grinned widely, and they waved as they giggled to themself at the nickname given to them while a small yellow beaded bracelet saying ‘THEY’ on it jingled slightly.

“No. 9 Pro Hero, having risen a rank since his last Billboard Chart, a guy you wouldn’t want to rub the wrong way, Static!”

The hero named Static puffed as he placed his hands on his hips and looked around for where the announcer’s voice had come from. “Alright, I thought we said enough puns!”

“Whoopsies! Looks like I’ll be getting a shock later!”

Static puffed and was about to say something, but the camera cut away from him and the announcer’s voice rang out over his, as well as the laughter of the crowd.

“Anyway, continuing forth! No. 8, our shining light: Purity!”

Purity smiled softly, and he pretended to blow a kiss to the camera as he giggled. “Aww, look at you all, my sweet little sun rays!”

“No. 7, a guy who’s pretty high in the ratings despite being weighed down, Gravata!”

The male rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment. “Jeez… the puns…”

“A woman whose heart is strong and apparent, our lovable No. 6, Kanjō!”

Kanjō threw a shy smile at the camera, forming a little heart with her hands as she smiled with her eyes closed. Her light pink curls were joined with a yellow color, reflecting her embarrassment as well as her joy.

“Our hero - as unpredictable as Time itself, it’s No. 5, Temptresso!”

Temptresso pulled the hood of their cape over their face, hiding their eyes as a blue ‘HE’ bracelet jangled around his wrist. Kanjō gently nudged the male, giving him a reassuring smile. Temptresso puffed a little, but he pulled off the hood a bit nonetheless and crossed his arms. The crowd cheered, and he shrunk down a little in himself and gave a small little wave, earning even louder cheers.

“And finally, before we meet our top 3 heroes; No. 4, a woman who has worked hard at bending probabilities and turning the tide in her favor: Sieluth!”

Sieluth, a woman of taller stature, pulled down the mask she wore and grinned at the crowd, waving rapidly as she bounced on the balls of her feet.

The announcer cleared their throat, hoping it would be enough to reign the crowd back in, who had started cheering wildly for the No. 4 hero. “Alright, alright, you lot. Now, onto the top 3!”

“A hero who made his way to the No. 3 spot using pure strength and appearance, a man as powerful as his Quirk and name, All for One!”

All for One stood in an almost defiant pose, his arms crossed, and when the camera was directed toward him, he only raised an eyebrow.

“For No. 2, a man who has climbed the ranks for his entire hero career, a man who has never given up in the trap of defeat: Endeavour!!”

His flames appeared on his body, thus warming - nearly boiling - the air and space around Endeavour. He sneered at the camera, puffing up his chest as he crossed his arms and stood up as tall as he could. At the age of 28, Endeavour was still pretty tall, although he was still sort of dwarfed by the two men on either side of him.

“You’ll get there eventually, Endeavour!” the announcer called out, resulting in a flare of Endeavour’s flames and an indignant look to cross his face.

“And now, our No. 1 Pro Hero, a man who’s been away for a while, but has made his mark and has been shooting his shot. A man as mighty as he sounds: All Might!!”

A spotlight flooded the stage, singling out one hero in particular. The two blonde rabbit ear-like strands of hair that stuck up on the man as well as the red, blue, and yellow hero costume with the accents of white were the most identifiable traits about the No. 1 hero. His iconic grin was spread across his face, his hands on his hips, and his chin tilted up in a sense of pride.

The man was sure of himself, that was for sure.

After having introduced all top ten heroes, they went down the line once again, each giving their own little speech and thanks for the support they had been given. Even the shiest ones spoke.

Endeavour had just been finishing his mini speech when he saw All Might's sidekick, David Shield, entering onto the stage with All Might's permission in his peripheral vision. Once he closed his mouth he turned toward All Might, a glower on his face. He hated that practically cocky look the No. 1 wore at almost all times.

Although… he did find it odd how he was clinging onto David. An arm was around the back of David's neck and the hand gripped the arm of David. David seemed blissfully unaware, but Endeavour felt a feeling of unease pooling up at the bottom of his gut. A part of him wanted to reach out and talk to David, but right as he opened his mouth, All Might took the microphone from the lady who had been walking up to all of the heroes, letting her back off as he brought the mic up to his smile that was slowly getting creepier by the second in Endeavour’s eyes. He cleared his throat - again, with that grin.

“Unlike all the rest of these heroes, I want all of you to just…” he squeezed David closer to him, who was still unsuspecting, “…watch me!”

All Might activated his Quirk, the swirling power rays crackling around his body, causing the crowd to cheer and ‘oooo’ and ‘ahhh’.

Nobody could’ve anticipated what would happen next.

All Might grabbed a now very confused David Shield, with that sickly grin, and twisted - practically tore - the poor man’s arm off. Flesh and muscle ripped, bones crushed and disintegrated, and blood spurted and splattered. David let out an agonizing scream - more than one, actually - as All Might tore off his other arm as well.

Blood spattered and shot from the gaping wounds, staining the front of All Might’s costume as well as some getting in his yellow-blonde hair. People in the first couple of rows also found themselves covered in the sticky red blood, resulting in some screaming in pure and unadulterated terror and others gagging and throwing up. David’s body slumped to the ground, but he wasn’t dead. He was close enough, though, and All Might threw the torn limbs back at the man he had torn them from to let them join the bloody pile, his hands stained a deep and sticky crimson.

For Endeavour, the noises of the arena were all squished together into a cacophony of horror and pain. Screaming, crying, wailing; all the same in one man’s head. Even the smells of it all. His own suit was stained with blood as well, as he had been standing closest to All Might. The other heroes were either trying to help people escape or were frozen in fear and shock, just as he was.

All Might then turned, his blue eyes meeting Endeavour’s. Endeavour couldn’t move, not even when All Might grinned wickedly and quickly moved closer. All Might reached out, and-!

“Ah!”

Enji woke up with a start, his back - his spine - aching terribly as he had relived yet again the reason why he had to retire at a young age. He groaned in pain, his breath catching as the corner of his eyes burned. Shoto, a one-year-old then, woke up in the crib in his parents’ room and started crying, thus waking up Enji’s wife, Rei.

Rei sat up, rubbing her eyes with a soft sigh. Right as she was about to get up, however, she noticed Enji struggling to calm his breathing. She knew immediately what had happened, as it had been happening at least once a week since the event. Rei went and got Shoto, shushing the baby softly as she brought him into the bed.

She slowly helped Enji sit up a bit, before gently tucking Shoto into his arms, letting the weight of the baby sink fully into Enji with a slight hope that it would help ground Enji. Enji’s breathing was still shaky, and he was still in slight pain, but it dulled slightly as he opened his eyes and looked down at Shoto. With a trembling hand, he started softly caressing Shoto’s hair, a breath of relief escaping his lips as the corners of his mouth curled up ever so slightly.

The sound of their door creaking startled both parents, Enji holding Shoto a little tighter as both he and Rei tensed up. But the sight of it just being their other three kids eased them, as all three had worried looks on their faces.

“Is Daddy alright?” Fuyumi asked meekly, playing with her hair as she stood on her tiptoes slightly behind her older brother Toya and her younger brother Natsuo.

Rei nodded softly. “He just had a little nightmare, like you and your brothers do sometimes.”

Natsuo, around five years old, took a tentative step forward as he looked into the room.

“Can… Can we hug you, Father?”

Enji’s face softened up, and after a quiet chuckle, he nodded. “Come on up.”

The kids quickly scrambled over one another, each trying to get onto the bed before the other, and Toya, the eldest, ended up clambering up and throwing his arms around Enji as gently as he could. He buried his face into one of Enji’s arms, and despite the boy’s own rules that he would never cry, Enji could hear the soft sniffles coming from him. No other words were spoken as the other kids climbed around and got comfy as they hugged their father, with Shoto still in Enji’s arms being cradled and Rei coming up from the side to join in on the cuddles.

Despite all of the hardships, they were still a family. And Enji found a sort of comfort in that, despite what he had to go through. They had a few moments of blissful silence, all of them nearly falling back asleep…

…and then Enji’s phone began to ring…

“Incoming call from ‘Midoriya’. Incoming call from ‘Midoriya’.”

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azuresins · 10 months

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*Builds a blanket fort, crawls inside, puts up a sign that says "Grelle Haters/transphobes do not interact with this post I am TALKING TO MYSELF PLEASE BE NORMAL THANK YOU*

This was pointed out a long, long time ago but it's never left my mind.

One thing I do miss about the anime adaptation S1, are a few of the filler-moments and Grelle interactions, specifically during the time when Grelle and Ciel were 'teaming up'... Ciel promised Grelle that if she helped him, Grelle could do anything they wanted with Sebastian.

And Grelle's immediate response was "...Even a kiss/kissing?" ... people, and even people who have worked on kuro content like the musicals, Season 2 (GODDDD), and other random material that's technically official... have been kind of quick to paint Grelle as this huge scary pervert, simply because what... They're outside of gender norms and that's what makes them predatory? Not that I dunno, they befriended a serial killer, and killed people who weren't supposed to die?

Ciel seemed pretty happy to allow Grelle full permission and access to do whatever they wanted with Sebastian and it doesn't really matter if he intended to make good on the promise or not, the point is all Grelle asked for was a kiss. They didn't ask to fuck him, some hot and steamy night or whatever (and we all know Sebastian fucks) they only asked for a simple kiss.

That's pretty innocent, all things considered. I think... she talks a big talk and walks a big walk, but she's probably a virgin, and after the laughs deep down she's actually extremely careful with her body, and who she takes to bed. IF she takes anyone to bed- I'm not actually sure she does, or not. I haven't seen a TON of fanwork, reflecting that very often and I can't say I blame fans for reacting that way because there's so much Grelle content out there but not much of it is connected to Manga canon at all... I just feel like that was a nice choice, on the part of the writers of S1.

It also warmed my stupid cold heart when Grelle stumbled upon a baby crying during the fire in london, and knelt to acknowledge it and tell it that she's not allowed to take it's life, just yet. People I think misunderstood that interaction and assumed they were being cruel or something-- I interpreted it as them acknowledging the infant and gently telling them, it wasn't their time, therefore it's possible someone else off camera rescued the baby and it got to live it's life. Some people are just really quick to assume the worst of them and I'm pretty sure 'degenerate' has been used to describe them before and I don't think that's fair, and I also don't see it.

When people pointed out in the past "but but but but Grelle tries to touch people without permission!" I take it with such a fat fucking huge grain of transphobic salt, because Madame Red full on rubs Sebastian's entire ass, RACHEL thought nothing of squeezing her own sisters tits, Sieglinde gropes Our!Ciel, I have NO idea whats going on with "Freckles/ Freckle Face" and their gender but they takes Our!Ciel's hand and make him grab their tit, and then there's all the filthy things Sebastian does. Not to mention the actual cultists/rapists, and kelvin who is an actual disgrace and sick fuck and Lao????????? I'm?????

Grelle all things considered is like THE LAST person in this manga I'd call a pervert. I know S1 isn't canon, and the plot kind of went off the rails... but I actually really liked those choices. PUT THEM BACK. 😠

In the manga and in official art drawn by Yana, I've noticed over the years Grelle has been drawn significantly more feminine, people who have never seen Grelle before can look at these pictures and not distinguish them from a cis woman... and I think that's a very nice choice, I just hope that we get more canon interactions with Grelle on a bit more of a personal level the way we did in S1, seeing as they're one of Kuro's more popular characters.

I find it an interesting choice that Othello has been just about the only character shown so far, that appears to be the most gentlemanly/respectful of her (and also hasn't tried to fight her/beat her lol) and for that reason... I think they're kind of cute, together and I hope they continue to be teamed up even if Grelle doesn't appear impressed or interested, I simply... can not unsee it. I am looking, I am NOTICING... very hard, and very respectfully in that ships direction even if it's kind of a rarepair and one-sided on Othellos part.

If William can stop beating her up for comic relief, that'd be great... but maybe I hope for too much. I think it'd be super, super, super funny if Grelle was gone for a few months, completed their transition and suddenly William fell all over his own ass and turned into a stuttering moron (because shes too beautiful) she was just, "Hiiii Will~ Gonna hit me again for filing my paperwork late? God forbid women do ANYTHING." And he was just. "Uh. --I'm.. -- No. That's enough. ////" I can see it very vividly in my head.

Anyway every time I talk about Grelle I get some weirdo in my askbox but I've been holding these thoughts in for quite some time...//////////

#personal post #azure #talking a lot about Grelle

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THANK UU PLZ SHARE ALL UR THOUGHTS AB IT 😭😭 the anime has yet to come and the fandom discussion is like nilch. YES I HAD THE BIGGEST CRUSH ON AZA HES SO FINE when he was on screen I was paying ATTENTION!! PLEASE tell me all ur thoughts ab him I’m actually begging you. And the way gabimaru 1) had a platonic relationship w a badass woman and 2) was so Devoted to yui. And Shugen is so fine too 😭 I am SO hyped for the anime I can’t wait for them all to finally be animated and the I’m my own god part w aza like 🤩🤩

AHH I just watched the trailer and it’s NUTS to see it w all the colors omg—so different to see everything look so vibrant vs the black and white. Esp the tensen w their hair…I will admit I also do… find the lord tensen hot 😞… but aza… hhhh i simply LOVE his character.

SO tough and strong; honestly at first I was like okay so… he’s just like bakugo? (im watching mha for the first time rn and they look kinda similar imo)… but his personality is different! He does like to do things his own way and is justifiably confident similarly but he’s also rlly.. mature! like he’s not particularly stubborn (aside from his unwavering will to live) or petty he’s just … a survivor. Like I get the sense he’d be the bigger person in disagreements if it wasn’t something he took super serious—I hc him to be really patient that way! Hmm like I’m imagining kinda condescending boyfriend! Aza ….

You’re watching him wash his face—observing as he scrubs his eyes all harsh then rubs his skin dry with a towel. You look so concerned when you correct him, all “baby you’re doing that so wrong! You’ve gotta treat your skin like it’s delicate.” And he could not care less about skin care but he listens to you explain the correct method in detail with this patient, almost patronizing little smirk on his face. Thanking you for the tips and pecking your temple after, thinking about how cute you are with the random things you spend your time worrying about. He doesn’t wash his face any different when he’s alone (his “harsh” method is way faster) but he’s sure to do it how you suggested if you’re ever in the room watching again.

(MIND YOU I have half the manga left to read so his character may develop further I wouldn’t know, pls be careful not to spoil I’ll likely finish it by Wednesday) And ur SO RIGHT the I’m my own god part was !!! Revolutionary. Also THIS:

HELLO???????? I genuinely moaned. FUCK he’s so …. Ugh! And don’t get me STARTED on how big he is plssss.

His reaction when I tell him I want him to tie me up and do whatever he wants to me after only our first date:

Also:

GOOD GOF the glasses fuck. He simply does not stop getting prettier (also I just got to the part where he gets some of the plant Tao or smth and oooooo OOO he’s going to get even more cool now huh 😞. )

#hells paradise spoilers #<idk the tag for this yet I’m scared to find it incase EYE get spoiled 😞#k I’m going to read more rn #an ask <3 #jigokuraku spoilers #I have more hcs for this aza but I think I’ll make it it’s own post some day #aza Jigokuraku #hells paradise #hell’s paradise #aza chobe

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Love, Hate and Denial-Kishibe x Reader

Summary: You've been assigned to a team, there you meet a man that won't stop flirting with you even if you aren't interested. Slowly you begin to open up to him.

(So I wasn't planning on reading the CSM manga but I did and finished it in two days and I loved almost everyone but decided to write on Kishibe. I'll be writing on Aki soon and Power too. If anyone want a part 2 let me know.)

I can't believe I'm late! This is my first day at the job as an Public Safety Devil Hunters being assigned on the Special 1st Division. I had to apologize to my boss and quickly headed out to my first mission with Quanxi.

Quanxi and I have been friends for years, being the only friend I had when I first arrived to China. I spent many years working there until she was called in for a job. I was ready to say my goodbyes when she told me to pack my bags, she recommended my work to some higher ups and here I am back in Tokyo.

"Hey sorry I'm late!" I waved my hand when I saw Quanxi up ahead with someone by her side.

I made it to a stop and bowed my head at them both. "It's unprofessional to be late at your first job." She said being blunt as ever.

I stood back straight and put on a cold face likes hers. My eyes slowly wandered to my side and saw a tall man looking at me, with dark eyes and jet black hair and piercings.

"So you're also my new buddy? If you're not strong enough I'll make sure to protect you, so why don't you become my woman?"

I blinked a couple of times being taken back by his words, and even more surprised when he grabbed both my hands.

W-Who is he?!-

I stared back with my eyes wide open when Quanxi all of the sudden slapped him. "Stop that. Let's get to work."

"Tch, right! Let's go." I grabbed hold of my katana and quickly followed Quanxi glaring at the man for being so weird. "Hurry up before we leave you."

I ran over to Quanxi who was far ahead and noticed a demon up ahead inside a building which looked liked a slaughterhouse. I drew my weapon out and glared at the devil up ahead which was finishing consuming a kid. That made my blood boil and so did Quanxi.

"Don't let your anger get in the way, (Y/N)." Quanxi warned glaring back at me and standing in my way from walking closer to the devil. "I'll take care of this one, you stay back and help him out."

Before I could protest Quanxi ran ahead and made me fight the other devil who was behind me. The man behind me drew his two katanas and I did with mine. My expression grew worried when I saw a baby in the devil's arms with blood splatter.

The both of began to fight the devil that wouldn't let go of the crying child. It began to laugh maniacally and dodging our every attacks.

"We fight perfectly in sync! Hey wanna head out on a date after this?"

I glared back at him and felt my face turn bright red. "Now's not the time you idiot! Ugh! Try to distract him and I'll grab the kid." I ran straight forward and getting closer to the devil while the man began to finally slice the devil up.

And here I come! I held my weapon tight slices the devil's arms and the man managed to decapitate it. I reached out and held onto the crying baby in my arms.

I furrowed my eyebrows and sadly stared down at the baby, he won't remember any of this or his parents or sibling's. "At least you're alive." I whispered after saving my katana and holding the baby with both my arms.

"Did it stop crying?" Quanxi appeared with not a single drop of blood on her.

"Aw is your motherly instinct kicking in, if so we can have one-" Quanxi slapped the man this time again. "Quit it, Kishibe." She warned.

The man didn't even seemed fazed by it only gently rubbing his cheek. "Next time be more useful or I won't hesitate to cut you up." I also warned him.

"I only took his job because Quanxi is my best friend and I want to help as many people as I can with this devil problem."

Kishibe seemed surprised by smiled nonetheless and patted my shoulder. "You're definitely my type of woman."

I was ready to kick his ass but felt the baby stir in my arms. "We better get you to safety."

The three of us walked out of the building and over to tell our boss about today. He and his team were quick to take care of the kid and give it a proper home and family.

It was finally night time which meant Quanxi and I were having dinner at a small restaurant with had a bar. Quanxi was drinking and rejecting every men that came near her.

I was staring at my bowl filled with udon thinking back of the baby. My parents were also killed by devil's back when I was around six years old, I grew up on the streets for another year until Quanxi's parents found me when they visited Japan, they raised me as their own and took me to China.

My stomach is growing but the feeling of leaving a child behind was making me feel useless for not being more of help, if I hadn't been so late maybe one of their parents would've been alive.

"Mrs. Future Wife. Nice to see you're here again, can't get enough of me can't you?" I frowned at Kishibe's words and only glanced at him.

Noticing he had a single drink in his hand and a cigarette in the same. I kept looking at my bowl and noticed Kishibe taking a sip from it, "Better eat it up before I do!"

"Not hungry. Don't disturb me." I simply said hoping he would leave me alone. I glanced back and saw just what I needed, I snatched the glass filled of alcohol and drank it all up. Making me burp and order another.

"I'm in need or another drink, why don't you fetch me another one Mr. Future Husband man?" I decided to joke too.

"Coming right up." Kishibe said happily.

The second drink over, then a third and fifth. My face grew red and my long hair messy in a ponytail, "Easy on the drink, (Y/N)" I heard Quanxi warn from the other side of the bar.

"I think you've had enough." Kishibe said sitting on the stool next to me.

I laughed it off and ordered another one, "This is just what I need don't be so boring…Why don't you become useful to me and order me another one?" I teased and looked back at him and placed my hands on his waist then lap.

I noticed his surprised face turn bright like mine, right when I reached for my other drink next to him I held onto my stomach and began to throw up all I had consumed.

"Disgusting!" Quanxi annoyingly said.

"Alright enough drinks for the night. Let's get you cleaned up." I sighed feeling weak to stand up, I felt Kishibe holding me up, "Hey where do you think you're going with her?!"

I was too weak to answer to Quanxi who questioned Kishibe where he was taking me. "Don't you dare do anything to her!" Was all i heard later on and I passed out.

The next morning I woke up in an unfamiliar face i didn't recognize Kishibe at first when I saw him, so a string punch landed on his face. I apologized to him and quickly ran out of the apartment. I didn't even realize that I was wearing another pair of clothes that wasn't mine.

This is so unprofessional of me.

That same morning I presented myself at work to roam around Shibuya to see if there were any other devils around. Quanxi stayed right by my side and kept glaring at Kishibe.

"I won't get angry at you, did he do something or not?" She demanded from me.

"Don't think he did. He doesn't seem the type to do such things."

"Most men won't hesitate to have taken advantage of a drunken woman. You need to keep your head focused on our job."

I glanced at her and nodded my head. "Right, sorry I worried you. It won't happen again."

I haven't spoken to Kishibe since he arrived at work this morning, he arrived with my set of clothes now washed and dried. I saved them up at my locker and thanked him before leaving him alone and made it clear to him to not talk to me.

"I'm here for one thing and that is my job." I made it clear. Since then we haven't spoken.

Quanxi made it very clear to him too to not bother me, making sure to slap him every chance she got.

The day certainly was very tense, boring and long. We all departed our ways and before I knew it a day turned into a week, then into months.

It was finally December… Christmas to be more specific.

I yawned as soon as I entered the same restaurant from my first day at job and only saw a few customers since people were too lazy and cold to even step outside since it's been snowing. I loosened up my scarf and sat on a stool.

My eyes wandered over to the restaurant full of Christmas ornaments and a tree beautifully decorated by a corner with many Christmas lights also adorning the restaurants walls.

"Merry Christmas, (Y/N). What can I get you today?" The older nice man asked with a smile.

I smiled up at him and ordered the usual, "hot chocolate with marshmallows." That's the thing I've been ordering a lot lately.

"Great my first Christmas alone." I muttered to myself. Whatever..I'll have a splendid time on my own! Since Quanxi went back to China I'm left alone.

"Merry Christmas stranger." A gentle voice said next to me

My eyes looked over surprised to see Kishibe here. The only times I've seen him is when he's at the bat drinking. He's become quite of a drinker lately.

"Kishibe? Didn't expect to see you here today..Merry Christmas."

"Here's your order."

My cup of hot chocolate was here and I noticed Kishibe with another drink and a plate of pancakes shaped like reindeers. I couldn't help but chuckle at the bright colors on it.

"This isn't mine.."

"Aha yeah right." I smiled and sat closer to him.

I noticed a red candy placed one of the reindeers nose. "This isn't my type of thing but I noticed you eating it last time…seems appetizing."

"Yeah but why combine it with alcohol?" I asked tilting my head.

"Doesn't it help you keep warm?"

I shook my head at him. "Nope. I gave up on alcohol last time I got so drunk so I don't want that again."

Kishibe let out a chuckle which made me stare at him and felt my stomach make a flip, I've been feeling weird ever since I rejected Kishibe and now Quanxi isn't here to slap him again, truth be told I kinda missed having him around.

"So, Quanxi left huh?"

"Yeah, not sure when she'll be back." I said and saw him taking small bites of his meal. I also learned just recently that he had flirted with Quanxi when they met but was rejected when she said she was interested in women.

"How's the meal? I haven't seen you drink anything other than alcohol, here have this." I slid over my hot chocolate and fixed the straw i drink it with.

Very low Christmas songs began to play throughout the restaurant. With me staring at Kishibe slowly taking a drink from it, an indirect kiss. I blushed and looked away.

"It's actually good." Kishibe lowly said and handed me some of his pancakes which I quickly reached and began to eat. I blushed even more when I noticed his eyes wander to my chest.

Quickly I sat down at my seat and tried to make it seem like I didn't noticed him. "S-So what do you plan on doing?"

"Heading to my home. Rest up."

"Hmm now that I think about it, we don't know that much about each other. Yet you know plenty about me.." I pouted when I noticed he wasn't listening to me. "Umm..You could never be ice cream because you're so hot…and a person."

This made his glance over to me but said nothing. Did I say it wrong? I felt my entire face blushing when I noticed him begin to chuckle then laugh at my embarrassment.

"You're cute when you blush."

I felt myself blushing ten time more. "I'm not blushing! Your face is just so hot that I got sunburned."

This made him chuckle then more as he wiped his tears, "It's night time, (Y/N). The sun isn't even out yet." He hummed and rested his head on his palm to look at me. "You're so cute you know?"

I looked away from him feeling way too embarrassed to look at him. Is the reason why I rejected him so many times was because of how loyal I was to Quanxi's friendship?

"Ya know he reason why your friend kept on slapping me and warning me to stay away. She was actually trying to get your attention."

I hummed not quite understanding him. "But I like spending time with her why exactly would she hit you?"

"(Y/N), Quanxi wanted you to be here girlfriend." My face grew pale then back to pink.

"O-Oh?! I didn't have a clue, now I feel stupid. So that's why..I'm so sorry for treating to badly too it was never my i-intention!" I continued to apologize until I felt Kishibe rest his palm on my cheek.

Kishibe smiled lovingly at me also seeing his face turn to pink. "I'll make you the happiest man if you decide to stay with me."

This time I felt very happy to be with him. I quickly reached over and kissed his lips and made sure to pull away quick, "That makes me your woman officially! Let's go to your place then."

"Let's do that." Kishibe and I both smiled at each other, paid for our meal and we walked hand on hand over to his apartment.

Quanxi will definitely have a heart attack and kick Kishibe's ass once she finds out about us. In the meantime I'll make him the happiest man and I can't wait to see what the future holds for us.

#chainsaw man #chainsaw man x reader #chainsaw man manga #chainsaw man kishibe #kishibe x reader

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yourthoughtsjim · 7 months

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Early Days

Barry Allen x Liberty Michaelson (OC)

As part of the collab @chiwhorei has going on, I wrote up this little thing. Have barista Barry being his awkward nerdy self in front of the new cute girl in town.

Warnings: None!

Word count: 750

The smell of fresh coffee fills the establishment Liberty Michaelson finds herself in. She was far away from her home city of Gotham. Her mentor had sent her to Central City to scope out the city, see if there was anything of note.

Barry Allen stands at the counter, pouring from a fresh pot of coffee. He then steams some milk and makes a little design in the previously ordered latte. “One french vanilla latte for…” he pauses, looking for the name. “Liberty?” He finishes.

The cat's eyes scan the room to find where the voice was coming from. Her gaze falls on the barista. Grabbing her things, she makes her way towards the counter.

Her mentor had left her with a credit card she could use for anything so she digs in her pocket for it. Liberty was never really that put together. Swiping it, the machine reads “Approved.”

Barry couldn’t help but take note of how pretty she is. Her long black hair framing her face just right. Those green eyes are almost piercing. He watches as she goes to a different part of the cafe to sit.

Liberty pulls her phone out and dials a quick number. “Hey… there’s really nothing of note here yet, but it seems like there will be one day. There’s a lab being built currently and maybe we could scope that out when it gets built?” She speaks into the phone.

The conversation lasts a while. Enough time for Barry to clock out. He grabs his usual. “Go and talk to her, Barry. You want to and it’s so painfully obvious.” One of his co-workers states.

A quick nod from Barry is the only response the employee received. That’s when he makes his way over to the woman. He put his hands on the tall table. “So, hi. My name is Barry Allen and I am… really nervous.” He lightly laughs.

The cat looks at the barista. Her green eyes sparkling in the lighting. “Liberty Michaelson.” She offers her hand.

Barry accepts. “Do you mind if I?” He points to the chair in front of her.

“Oh no, go ahead.”

He nods before taking his seat. He rubs his thighs before putting them flat on the table. “So, how’d you find yourself in Central City?” Barry questions.

“How’d you know I was from out of town?” Liberty inquires herself.

“There aren’t really any girls like you that come around here.”

She pushes a piece of hair behind her ear. Then she goes for her bag. It was covered in all sorts of pins and badges.

That’s when Barry takes a good look. He notices a familiar one. “Hey! Isn’t that from the new manga, Attack on Titan?”

“It is! I’ve read all the issues that have come out so far. I personally like Armin so far. Kids got spunk.”

“Armin is a good one. Eren I’m on the fence about. Erwin would probably have to be my favorite. Oh! Mikasa is so cool. I wonder what it’s like to swing from building to building.” Barry remarks.

Liberty almost chokes on her drink at the remark. She had some experience in that department.

“Are you okay?” Barry gently asks.

“Yeah, went down the wrong pipe.”

“You know, I was actually in an anime club in high school.” Barry states.

“Really? That’s so cool. I was never in any clubs.” The thief responds.

“I was in quite a few. My favorite of them being theater.”

“Oh so cute coffee guy can sing huh? Maybe while I’m in town, We can go try that karaoke bar down the street.”

Liberty blushes when she realizes she had just propositioned the man that made her the drink she was currently sipping on.

Barry, being nervous declines her offer, in favor of telling her how busy he is between the coffee shop and his schooling.

“Ah, then maybe another time?”

“Maybe, but for now, I need to get back on the grind, and I’m not just talking about the coffee beans.” He then cringes at himself.

Liberty thought it was pretty funny so to calm him down a bit she gives a smile and small laugh. “Well, it was nice meeting you Barry. Let’s hope our paths cross again.” She remarks, grabbing her belongings.

Barry had turned his attention to his co-workers. When he turned back around, the woman was gone. Almost in a flash.

“What a woman.” Barry thinks to himself as he sips his own drink.

#the flash #barry allen #grant gustin #jitters coffee #central city #dc #dc comics

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lgcminkyu · 10 months

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Photoshoots are always thrilling, but when combined with an interview, they elevate to an entirely new level of exhilaration.

Minkyu strikes poses precisely as the photographer desires, showcasing a remarkable harmony and undeniable chemistry between the model and the person behind the camera.

Perhaps it's Minkyu's consistently positive mood that makes things seem easy, or at least easier than they actually are. Perhaps he enjoys imagining that things are not as difficult as they may seem. For instance, he finds pleasure in standing in front of the camera and following instructions while experimenting with various poses that capture the essence of the character he is portraying.

Whatever Minkyu does, it's never an action guided by nerves but by an inherent need to do well and receive positive confirmation.

Once the photoshoot is complete, his work continues as he moves on to another set of cameras prepared to film his interview. He has never conducted many interviews before, only practising them within the company or during workshops, but he considers himself a natural talker. Minkyu is aware of the presence of cameras; although familiar, they carry a specific necessity for his attention this time.

As if before, when posing and looking handsome was his only starring action, the camera tends to mould to his needs now; he is the light it has to follow. Acting on set has taught him to hold a new awareness. It is a novel experience to suddenly worry about facing it, not directly, not too vaguely, at an angle that is just right—where everything mends together to form the perfect scene, from lighting to the white balance.

He holds the portable microphone when the camera starts to film, greeting the viewers with a courteous bow, a friendly wave, and an absolutely radiant smile. "Hi, everyone! This is Cho Minkyu for Esquire. Today, I invite you to delve into my world, where you will learn the essence of who I am: Minkyu." With a grin, he bows again, always mindful of his manners and the impression he presents.

Then, the questions begin, and Minkyu takes his time to answer each, efficiently synchronising with the woman asking the questions by maintaining a smooth and steady rhythm throughout the interview session.

"My MBTI is ENFP! I consider myself an outgoing and empathetic person with a rich emotional range, which I believe enhances the enjoyment I derive from my job as an actor!" He smiles, waiting for the next set of questions he can answer. "Spicy ramyeon must be my food, and when it comes to my personal clothing style, I tend to lean towards a more relaxed and laid-back approach. Baggy shirts, comfy pants and cosy hoodies. I also adore my beanies, but alas, the current temperature does not permit their cosy embrace."

A chuckle. "When I want to relax, I usually read my favourite manga or watch a comedy or romance drama. I'm a real sucker for romantic shows, ah." His embarrassment isn't feigned or staged, but he masks it with a smile. Next, he was asked about his character in the drama and how they both contrast and resemble each other.

Minkyu takes a moment to collect his thoughts, gently pressing and rubbing his lips together. It's a habit he has cultivated over time, a way to help him process his thoughts.

"In the drama, Minkyu is portrayed as an amiable guy who enjoys making new friends and socialising. He has a knack for blending into any social setting and always has a great time. I can definitely relate to that characteristic, just like him. I enjoy being in the company of others. The difference between us seems to lie in his inclination to pursue multiple people simultaneously."

Joyful laughter escapes him once more. "He is quite the player, whereas I am quite the opposite. But it was an absolute delight to play his role, and I sincerely hope that all of you enjoyed my performance." The interviewer signals the interview's conclusion, and Minkyu waves again, his eyes filled with a genuine and joyful spark.

"Thank you very much for tuning in! And remember, keep streaming Nova Iueventa! You will not regret watching it, not just once, but even twice or ten times!"

#lgc:novaiuventa #、 ✰ 𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 : « solo »#wc: 704 #/ i never write this much for solos but this was fun to write 😭💕

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fuwushiguro · 3 years

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I Love When You Call

spoilers from the manga

part one

Hawks x f!reader x Lady Nagant

Genre: Smut

Notes: to all of the people who asked for this sequel I am sorry it took so long LMAO

Warnings: 18+, dubcon/noncon, manipulation, power dynamics, possessiveness/jealousy, stockholm syndrome, rough sex, degradation, praise kink, mommy kink, leash and collaring, strap-on, oral sex, threesome, kidnapping, sex toys, fingering, vaginal penetration.

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It’s unusual being with Nagant. She is a lot nicer than she was when you met her twelve days ago. Although she still treats you like her personal stress toy. Whenever she’s wound up, she uses your body as her relief. It would be wrong to say she hasn’t been intimate with you, that’s basically all she does do with you. But she’s never physically touched your poor abused cunt since she forced Keigo’s seed back inside of you. She has that oh so reliable box of toys that she likes to torment you with. The wand was always her go to. It was the first thing she used on you and she likes the way you cum all over it, she licks your juices like an ice cream off the rubbery end. She enters your pristine new residence. It would be a lie to call it anything other than a prison, but as far as they go it is beautiful. Always sparklingly clean, a beautiful king sized bed with Egyptian cotton sheets, a television, basically anything you could need. Lady Nagant is smart, you see. It’s silly to keep hostages in a place they wouldn’t want to be, they’d take any and every chance to run away and leave. But while you’ve been here, you’ve slowly but surely began to enjoy her company, you never imagined you’d feel such intense feelings for a woman. But you do, you care for her. She knows it, it’s what she wants.

She wants you to be her little pet.

She sits on your bed next to you. Harshly turning your face to hers and gives you a crushing open mouth kiss, her tongue massaging and wrestling yours. It feels angry, heated, she only gets like this when she’s about to make you cum again and again.

Lady Nagant didn’t think she would find herself becoming as fond of you as she is. Lady Nagant has been around the world, fucked all kinds of men and women alike, but they meant nothing. Originally, you meant nothing. The way your innocent walls clenched around nothing as she sent endlessly harsh vibrations to your clit made Nagant’s heart flutter. You were so beautiful and pure, she knew she had to have you, to keep you, all to herself. Making Nagant feel anything but lonely is a huge feat, and you make her feel like her best self. Her perfect little toy who makes her feel real.

You pull away hesitantly, scared that Lady would be angry with you for daring to refuse her advances. But instead she looks at you, a slight strike of shock lining the rims of her irises.

“’m sorry Lady, but…” you begin, twiddling your thumbs in your lap. She quirks an eyebrow, urging you to continue. “That felt a little tense… not that I mind! But is something going on?” you ask her, finally find the courage to question her. She exhales roughly, rubbing the back of her neck and tucking her hair behind her ears.

“Keigo is coming to visit. You still belong to me, he knows this now. But he’s performing his hero duties poorly and I think you will be able to help him.” she explains. You gasp and back away from her as you remember how painful it was when he fucked you the first time. His cock was too big, you have never cried so hard or screamed so loud. You can’t do it, you can’t, you won’t. She grabbed your wrists in her hands as she tried to shush you and calm you down.

“Lady please I can’t go through that again, please… please I’ll do anything. Lady please I—”

“Hush. I won’t let him do that to you again, albeit that was my fault. He knows he isn’t to go anywhere near your cunt. That belongs to me.” she admitted, you managed to relax yourself at the reassurance of her words. “I have been avoiding him since the three of us had our first encounter, normally I take the brunt of his stress by giving him a hand job but he insists only you can make him feel better.”

Your eyelids flutter shut and you steady your breathing. Hawks is the number two hero. He needs to be at his best so he can keep the innocent civilians in the world safe from danger and harm. You nod slowly, without looking at Nagant. You feel her demeanour change. She grabs the lower half of your face in her hand, your eyes shoot open and she’s peering into your very soul.

“I need a yes baby. Say it for me.” she demands, her big doe eyes twinkling in anticipation, awaiting your words.

“Y-Yes Lady, Keigo can use me.” you stutter, already regretting your decision. She tilts your head downwards so she can softly kiss your forehead.

“Good girl. You’re such a darling for me aren’t you? Now… I have one thing to ask of you. I need to assert my authority in front of him, he needs to know who you belong to. So I want you to call me something special when he comes over.”

Lady Nagant opted to tie a collar and leash around your neck today. She’s never done it before, she didn’t ask your permission as quite frankly she doesn’t need it. She asked your consent about Hawks, but if you had said no she would have made you do it anyway. But you didn’t because you’re trained now. It has taken a lot less time than she expected, and yet the Stockholm syndrome has already kicked in. You are so willing and desperate to please and appease her. You’re willing to do things you wouldn’t normally do. She holds the leash tightly in her fingers as she waits for Keigo to enter the room.

The stark contrast in importance of person is reflected in your outfits. The fact that you are wearing nought but this degrading collar speaks volumes of your role here. You are a toy, nothing more and nothing less. Clothes for you would be a restrictive waste of time. You are here to get fucked and that is all. Nagant on the other hand is wearing a beautiful black latex bodysuit. Her long pink and blue locks are down, waterfalling down her back and shoulders. The body suit hugs her figure beautifully, cupping her breasts and forcing her cleavage closer to her chin. She’s wearing black latex boots to match, the role of a dominatrix suits her, she is the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen.

Keigo practically kicks the door down as he enters the room, eager to dump his load in you and get back to work. You’ll never forget the good times you had with him, until he kidnapped you and forced himself inside of your virgin cunt, he was a good boyfriend. You had some lovely dates, and he was genuinely sweet. But what he did is unforgivable.

“Hi sweetheart, long time no see.” he speaks, patronisingly crouching over so he’s on your eye level while you’re sat on the floor. He turns to Lady, letting out a wolf whistle when he sees her outfit. “Didn’t have to go to so much effort for me, Nagant.”

Lady ignores him completely and turns to you, slapping one of your breasts to gain your attention. She tells you to get onto the bed on all fours.

“Yes… Mommy.”

Keigo’s moans are roaring as he slams himself down your throat. He can’t believe you’ve never sucked cock before. The way your opening your wind pipe for him is glorious. It’s made even more divine by the fact Lady Nagant is ferociously licking your swollen clit. She’s never done it to you before, you’ve never had anyone do this before, your world feels awakened by the way your pussy is spasming into her. She sucks your slick so lewdly, it echoes throughout the room. Keigo almost cries with happiness when Nagant puts a finger in your little hole, the way you’re humming and contracting almost makes Keigo cum on the spot.

“You’re bein’ such a good cock slut baby, I’ve missed you y’know? My pretty lil bird.” he coos.

Lady Nagant stops licking you out when she feels your cunt clench around her finger at the praise from her former protégé. She gets up and leaves the room, a delightful development in Keigo’s eyes. Now he has you all to himself to do whatever he wants. You raise your head from your exes shaft as you look to the door. A wistful call for your mommy leaves your lips, but Keigo imposes your mouth back to his aching cock, desperate for your mouth once again.

“I’m glad she’s gone baby.” he tells you as he tangles his fingers through your locks. “I want you all to myself.”

He moves your hair and it all comes flooding back to him that you’re wearing a collar. His fingers explore the accessory in search of the leash attached, and when he does he pulls it tightly cutting off your airways. He forces and drags you around the bed until your sitting in his lap. He hooks his ankles around yours, forcing your legs open wide. Your lower lip trembles and your eyes fill with tears when he touches your fluttering cunt. Keigo circles two fingers around your throbbing bud before slowly descending to tease your entrance.

“I’ve missed this little hole of yours sweetheart. I think about it everyday, y’know? Made me feel reaaaal good. He slides two fingers inside of you, gently scissoring you open as he presses chaste kisses into the shell of your ear. You mewl instantly at the contact, he smiles into your ear and kisses you softly along your jaw. “Good, gooooood girl.” his free hand finds it’s way to his enormous throbbing shaft. You begin to weep when you realise Lady Nagant has left you to cope with his gargantuan length again. She promised she wouldn’t let this happen.

He lined himself up with your entrance, and he tried to hush you through your cries. You can’t do it again, not again, not like last time. You’re writhing around beneath him but you know you’re outmatched in strength. He’s cooing, be a good girl, keep being a good girl f’me. But you can’t. You almost combust into a puddle of sobs when Lady Nagant returns. She’s changed her outfit. She’s wearing another latex bodysuit that cups underneath her breasts rather than accentuates them higher. You also don’t fail to notice the black strap-on attached to her. Those same large latex boots are still on, and they’re clicking against the marble floor with each stride across the room.

She grabs Keigo by the roots and looks furiously into his eyes.

“Get your fucking fingers and your pathetic little cock away from my toy.” she spits. Everyone in the room knows she’s lying, his cock is enormous. But she likes to torment Keigo, to crush his ego and his spirit. He moves himself away from you, and Nagant drags you closer to her by your leash.

“Yes, mommy.” he whispers, mocking her obvious need for power and attention with the new nickname.

She moves her heels to Keigo’s cock and balls, softly pressing down and earning a satisfying whimper from the man.

“You mock, but you never hesitated to call me mommy when I jerked you off.” she tells him, applying more pressure. The whole time she’s inflicting pain on his genitals, she’s rubbing soft circles into your shoulder with her thumb. “I told you, incel, you can have her mouth or nothing at all.”

He nods hurriedly, desperate for Nagant to remove her foot from his crotch.

“Back on all fours please princess,” she commands, lightly slapping your backside. You do as your told, shuffling back to your previous position. “I’ll make you cum nicely for being such a good girl for us.” she explains as she gets herself on her knees behind you.

You exhale a moan as she drags the plastic shaft up and down your folds gathering your slick. Your enjoyment is short lived when Keigo forces himself back down your throat. His pace is brutal, clearly taking his frustrations with Nagant out on you. It’s odd, really, that you feel sorry for him in a way. All in the space of one encounter, he lost the woman who catered to his every whim and his girlfriend. It wasn’t conventional, they still shared you although Nagant said she didn’t like to share. You suspect she still holds a soft spot for him, really. She’s cared for him for so long like he’s her own. She can’t bare to see him suffering, he deserves to feel good. Keigo is going fast and sloppy while Nagant is deep, slow and determined inside of your throbbing hole.

“You’re being too rough with her Keigo.” Nagant chastised.

“You didn’t care how rough I was with her last time.” he barked back.

You make a mmfp sound at one particular harsh thrust bashing against your tonsils and it brings Keigo to his knees. His cock is weeping inside of your aching mouth, filling you to the brim with his kids. He coos as you swallow each and every drop, praising you again and again.

“Give me a kiss, pretty girl.” he commands. And you do. He tastes his seed on your tongue as your muscles dance around each other messily. Your humming and moaning into his mouth as Nagant continues to pound your insides. He pulls away to talk you through it. “Are ya close angel?” he asks.

“Mhmm.” you tell him.

“Be a good girl for Lady… For mommy. She’s been good to you, hasn’t she?” he asks. You nod, like the cute obedient pet you are. He tenderly flicks your pebbled nipples with his fingernails. The contact makes your face contort from the wave of pleasure. He leans his forehead on yours, the huffs and pants of your breaths against skin rush straight to his softened cock, threatening to make it rise once more.

“Mommy… Mommy can I cum, please?” you ask, knowing a few more thrusts is going to be all it takes to send you over the edge.

“Hmm, I don’t know. Was the head satisfactory, Keigo?” she questioned. Keigo nodded, with a smile to indicate it was most definitely satisfactory. “Go on then, show us what a princess looks like when she cums.” she commands as she thrusts harder inside of you. The coil inside of you unfurls with a fury and your moans echo throughout the room. Keigo is kissing your forehead repeatedly, calling you his good girl. Nagant concurs with him, you’re mommy’s good girl.

They tuck you into bed when everything is all said and done, claiming they have some things to discuss amongst themselves. Keigo walks on ahead, you’re not sure if she can see your squinted open eyes in the darkness of the room. But she’s looking back at you in the doorway with a smile on her face. You are everything to her, you make her feel whole. And it doesn’t matter what she and Keigo discuss right now, she’s never going to let you go.

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JJK Characters x You on a date

notes : I tried including Gojo's love for Digimon since I also grew up watching Digimon and loving the anime with all of my heart, also because Gojo's seiyuu, both Japanese and English versions, voiced for characters in Digimon, so I wanna pay homage to the both of them. other than that, I also included my love for arts and history, something I tried to incorporate into my writing, just to make it like.. lilith's style, ya know?

extra notes : also I wrote megumi for Elli, just because haha.

warnings : slight cussing. not proofread lol. other than that, none. 100% fluff!

characters : gojo satoru, fushiguro megumi, kugisaki nobara, nanami kento, itadori yuji.

Gojo Satoru - Arcades, vintage shops, especially collectors, especially Digimon, comic book/manga stores.

[Your name]! [Your name!]! Look, look! It's the Digimon Adventure V-Tamer 01 series! All 9 of them! Let's get in!"

"Ahh hold on. Towu! We're supposed to visit the cat cafe, you promised that you would go with me and take pictures with the cat hairband on! And I'm starving!"

You jokingly scowled at him, tapping your Doc Martens feet on the ground, arms folding.

"Fucking adorable. Let me see if I can tease her more, hah." A smirk soon appeared on this blue-eyed darling of yours.

"Let me get the manga and I promise, I'll go to this cat cafe with you, baby. Hm?"

"Oh alright."

"I love you, sweetheart. I know how much you wanted to go there but the manga. I- ahaaaa"

He started pouting as he kept pointing in the direction of the Digimon manga by the window. You quickly opened your camera, taking pictures of him sulking, emitting a soft giggle that actually made his heart squeezed with joy.

He presses his lips against your forehead, thumb circling your cheek, gently squishing them before opening the door, yanking you into the comic book store with him. You vowed to hide the comic books once he goes on a mission. After all, he made you wait a month before the two of you finally get to go to this cafe you always wanted to visit.

"Baby, I can read what you're thinking. Your face shows it too. Hehe. Watch me hide your panties."

Taking in a few gulps of air to deepen your breath, you opened your eyes, to meet the love of your life's own eyes, snickering at you, his large hands on the crown of your head before ruffling your already messy hair. There is no way you can stay mad at this man, as childish as he is, you know he loves you and deep down? He knows you love him too.

Itadori Yuji - Thrift stores, internet cafes to play online games with you, cinemas.

"Candy! [Your name] love! Don't! Make! Me! Ahhh cover up for me! I am gonna lose! I am gonna-"

He turns around to face you with soft eyes, his eyebrows slightly droopy before looking back at the computer, taking in the seconds in his head to register the fact that he lost in his mission with you in Inferno.

"Awww sorry babe. I mean.. you just started playing CSGO, so tell me, why- again- damn it- you wanna- AH. Damn it! Throw the fucking grenade! I mean why you wanna play this game, you need more practice- FUCK YOU."

Gentle chuckles were heard, emitted from his throat, his soft, peach toned lips landed on your cheek repeatedly as he rubbed soothing circles around your back.

"Breathe, bunny baby. You're so feisty whenever you start having online matches. Breathe. I love you, and I don't want you to get your blood pressure rising because of these dumbos, hm?"

Your lips curl into a faint and appreciative smile, nodding while your eyes are glued to the screen, ignoring the fading laughs and snickers from the people acknowledging your mini rage.

"I love you too. If I win, I'm getting us boba and chicken nuggets. So let me fight them, okie?"

"Yes ma'am!"

Megumi - Museums, art galleries, photo exhibitions, aesthetic cafes.

"Oh Gumi bear, look at that! That is the Raft of Medusa, it was done by Thèodore Géricault, he himself interviewed two survivors from the shipwreck."

He looks over your eyes that shine with excitement and pure happiness.

"Art"

Was what he thought every time he laid his sight onto you. God knows that he falls in love with you every single time he is blessed with your presence. Resting his arm around your waist, pulling you closer, inhaling the scent of mixed berries and wild roses, he swore he heard his heartbeat increasing every two seconds in a span of one minute.

"Oh really? What do you think this painting is all about?"

Glancing at him before returning to the painting, you puffed your cheeks, pressing your lips together with your index finger curled on your chin and your thumb under it.

"Lord, she is so cute whenever she does that. Can I kiss her? Should I? No wait, she's trying to tell me her own interpretation of this painting. To me. Oh wow. I'm gonna kiss her... later. I can't interrupt her." That is all he could think of. You. He is deeply, madly, beautifully in love with you.

"In my opinion, it tells me the ways of how men, or human beings, seek out in order to survive. When we are at the brink of desperation, insanity, happiness, greed, lust, desire, wrath, grief, don't we all do things unimaginable to help us go through the day? They even resolved to cannibalism. I think even I would commit to that if I was in an extremely dire situation."

You looked at him, a wide smile on your face, emitting a soft giggle that entered his right ear and stayed within the chambers of his mind. He closed the spaces between the both of you, sealing his lips onto yours, with the intention of making this very moment last a little longer heavy within his heart.

"Art."

Was what you thought of him.

Nanami Kento - Theatres, historical museums, fine dining restaurants.

You squealed, lightly clapping your hands as you ran to a block of marble, your foot tapping against the floor. He chuckles, hands in his pocket, taking fast strides towards you.

"Namnam! Look look! That's the Parthenon Sculptures! It was founded in hm... Athens, yes! If I am not mistaken, around 438 to 432 BC. These sculptures decorated the insides of the Parthenon, it is a temple located at the fortress of the Athenian Acropolis. It is said that this temple was built to appreciate and worship the Goddess Athena, she was the deity worship in Athens. Also, ah ah! Did you know that the word parthénos means "maiden", "girl" or ‘virgin"? And I-"

You look at him, your magnificent lover wearing a dark brown trench coat, with ecru brown trousers and a black turtleneck tucked in, his neck layered with white gold necklaces. Your hand unconsciously scratches your sideburns, giggling at the side of his stoic expression, eyes piercing yours beneath that yellow-green glasses he constantly has on his chiseled face.

"Oh... I am sorry... I didn't mean to bore you. I was just so excited because you know me! I love anything that is related to ancient greek history and mythology. I can't seem to get enough of it and it is absolut-

"I'm not bored, [your name]. I was just paying attention to every single word that pretty lips of yours uttered. It's magnificent that you knew all of this. It shows just how smart, curious, bright your mind and soul is. And darling?"

"Huh?"

"I am lucky to be blessed with someone like you. With Gojo constantly following me, there is no way I can read the books I bought for myself. However, having you around, breaking the ice with your random history tib bits, I feel like I am reading the pages, savouring each word, alphabet, sentence, thus expanding my quest and love for knowledge."

You looked down. Normally, you're not the type to tear up this easily but seeing how this man, this angel of a man, appreciates the little things you loved and adored, you can't help but let the waterworks out. You lifted your head up to meet his gaze, the tip of your nose slightly stuffy. You grabbed his arms, clinging onto him, the difference of height and size makes it sweet to the eyes of strangers surrounding you both.

"Oh Namnam. Thank you so much. This means the world to me. Shall we... go and see the best of Ramesses the Great? I've loads to tell you!"

Nobara - Shopping malls, ferry rides, beach dates, parks with cherry blossoms.

"Baby... tell me, have you ever seen anything as joyous as the ocean?"

You two stood by the seashore, fingers intertwined, your head resting on her shoulders, the sound of the seas splashing against the rocks and the warmth around your foot, it tingled but it feels good at the same time.

"I don't want this moment to end, [your name]."

"Why is that, pretty one?"

A faint sigh leaves her lips, you feeling her body loosen up.

"I just.. school is sort of stressful so my time spent with you liberates me from the pressure, fatigue, and image of curses embedded in my brain. Walking with you... through this airy womb of skies and clouds, don't you know it makes me happy?"

You leaned closer, pressing a soft peck on her cheeks, earning yourself a pair of scarlet cheeks with a gorgeous smile from the one next to you. You turned yourself to face her, hands on her shoulders, bringing her body closer to yours.

"Whenever and wherever you need me, I will be there. I might not be perfect, but I am gonna do my best to be the one you can always count on."

You pressed a kiss on her left cheek.

"I love you."

A kiss on her right cheek.

"I love you."

A kiss to the lips of the woman whom you shared your entire universe with.

"To the moon and back, I love you, Kugisaki Nobara."

The end.

tags : @tojisveryown @sookyshima @megumifushi @sixeyesgojo @sirthisisa-wendys @sasso-oda @fushigurocockslut @nkogneatho @kotarousgf @noritoshiikamo

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