#oc xoc

[nioumin-draw]

Kya Lorelei Sanders and William Lee 💐🎶🎵

William really love go to the dance club with her she such a very good partner and friend…he wish they become more than friends 🥰😅

JAZZ 🎶🎶🎵🎶 let’s go on the dance floor

They are so adorable together

#harry potter #harry potter oc #harry potter magic awakened #hphmoc #hpoc #oc #hogwarts #william lee #magic awakened #hpma oc #lorelei sanders #they so cute #oc xoc #harry potter magic awakened oc #hpma mc

[lune-de-miel-au-paradis]

Okay I am laying sick in my bed and hope this is some fun for the OC x OC game (and I hope I got the rules right) 💙

Nina x Cadoc in a bit if a romantic way maybe? I think that would be something very interesting 🤭🤭

Hii lovely Bee! 💖

Firstly I'm so sorry you are sick and I send you all the best wishes to heal asap🤗💖

I def think Nina and Cadoc would make a power couple. They would definetly have chemistry and both very ambitious. Cadoc is def would be Nina 's type. I think they relationship would start in a base of allies, maybe meet by work. But soon would be definitely a passionate relationship. And exclusive cause Nina is not here to play. 😉

Maybe they would fight for time to time but I think they would made up quickly.☺️

#this was so fun #thank you for asking #i hope you feel soon better dear bee #star wars #oc game #oc xoc #cadoc #nina cerasus

[mysteriouspenguin29]

Lucas x the main character clingy

sorry i haven’t posted art in a while my mouse died i got new one

#oc xoc #oc xoc art #art

[gomzdrawfr]

muah muah

I draw nsfw on twitter, @gomzie242767 like once in a blue moon...

#i think i like this Price side profile very much #heheajshaksdjh #i gave up with Raven's one i got lazy #couldn't get her nose right soooo pretend her hair covered it #gummmyart #doodle #my oc #my oc art #cod oc #cod oc art #PriceRaven #[oc]Raven #Raven[oc] #captain john price #john price x oc #captain price xoc #captain john price x oc

[sobeautifullyobsessed]

A Khan By Any Other Name

a prequel to Star Trek: Into Darkness

mystery, suspense, danger ~ romance & NSFW material to follow

summary: Seraphina DiPietro is wise in the ways of the world of world; she has to be, as she travels the California coast as a torch singer in pubs, bars, and nightclubs. She knows how to take care of herself and stay out of trouble--most of the time. When trouble comes, it's usually because she lets her kind heart overrule her common sense. Stopping to check on a handsome stranger stranded roadside in the Mojave Desert, her curiousity is piqued as much by his classic, mint-looking Mustang, as by its driver--a tall, dark, mysterious drink of water, whom she quickly learns is so much more than he appears.

characters: Khan Noonien Singh (aka: John Harrison), Seraphina DiPietro (OC)

word count: 2.4k

Chapter One

Her first mistake had been slowing down to have a second look.  Three plus years with a vintage car enthusiast (her ex now, thank god; three months gone and good riddance to him, her mantra whenever he crossed her mind) had ingrained the habit in her. The habit, frankly, plus an appreciative eye for the sweetest of rides.  Thanks to Simon (and his obsession), she could distinguish in seconds between the genuine article and that which easily fooled the masses, a cunningly detailed replica—and the sleek ragtop that looked to have skidded to the side of the road, leaving a spray a gravel and black, burnt rubber in its tracks, was absolutely the real thing.

So she’d slowed down, only half meaning to, cataloguing the fine details and quickly estimating its worth, while admiring its classic lines and the bright flash of its chrome detailings.  Seraphina couldn’t keep from grinning, thinking about how instantly covetous Simon would be in the face of such a find, and how jealous he would feel to know that she had stumbled upon it with no effort whatsoever.

The man bending over the open hood

straightened as she passed, arresting her attention with a commanding, steely gaze that left her feeling like a marked woman.  As though he not only saw her, in her every visible feature, but somehow inexplicably knew her—and needed her.  Vitally, and immediately. Despite the lick of common sense apprehension that fluttered through her vitals, simple curiosity and a deeply embedded tendency to act the good Samaritan had Seraphina making her second, even bigger, mistake of the afternoon--pulling over to park her hovercraft several feet in front of his stalled vehicle.

She looked into her rearview mirror; he had turned to watch how she would proceed, holding his hands up with his fingers splayed wide, surely his way of expressing she could approach him safely.  “Not so fast, buddy,” she murmured, “I wasn’t born yesterday…and I’ve seen your kind before.” Sera cut the engine, pulling the keys from the ignition and flicking the lock mechanism off the small can of mace dangling from her keyring.  She wasn’t so foolhardy as to face the tall, well-built stranger unprepared; nearly a decade of travels up and down the coast of California, performing in seedy, small town dives, then upscale pubs and bars, and finally city nightclubs, had taught her well to be ever on her guard.

And she’d learned a few tricks in the course of her career, for if the mace should fail; she could—and had—flipped a drunk onto his back a time or two, who’d tried to cop a feel when she passed across a darkened dancefloor; and she knew all too well how much force was necessary, knee to groin, in order to incapacitate those pigheaded brutes who wouldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer when they followed her out to the parking lot at the end of a gig. Handsome he might be (decidedly so, she mused, angular features, piercing eyes, thick, dark hair, an errant lock strayed upon his brow; such a striking combination!) but she was not fool enough to ever judge the book by it’s cover.

The stranger stood motionless a moment more, the light breeze ruffling that wayward lock until he brushed it back, a swift yet languid move that spoke of cat-like grace and an elegance that didn’t fit the setting or the way that he was clothed.  He was straight-backed, slim-hipped, long-legged--and poised with a confidence befitting a prince, and not the work-a-day posture of a blue-collar joe or road-weary drifter.  Yet the smile he gave her did not reach his eyes; Sera found it a little feral, and felt her pulse increase as a taste of adrenaline—that trusty “fight or flee” response—hit her system.

But she was already committed, having left the safety and cool comfort of her two-seater; if he was an actual threat, the worse that she could do was show the weakness of timidity now. Sera left her sunglasses in place, determined he would not read a bit of doubt in her eyes or bearing, the can of mace tucked neatly in the palm of her left hand, and walking forward into the dry, baking, Mojave Desert heat.

Sera gave a low but audible whistle, advancing as casually as she could, finally calling out to him, "She's a real beauty--and someone's taken serious loving care of her too." The 300-year-old Mustang appeared as close to mint as any vintage vehicle she had ever seen; given its obvious value, she had to wonder why the hell he would even have it on the road--especially in desert conditions. That instinctive voice of warning sounded an answer in her head: that's because it's not his.

Okay, Sera, she cautioned herself, give him the benefit of the doubt; he could have come by that automobile in any number of ways. She stopped a half-dozen steps from where the stranger stood, aiming to read his reaction as she asked, "Early 21st century, right?"

The man smiled--more sincerely this time--and nodded. "That she is," he replied, sparing a brief look at the stalled car, "Unfortunately, she's not going anywhere, anytime soon." His smooth, deep voice was as pleasant to the ears as his form was easy on his eyes, and his accent distinctly British, leaving Sera to ponder how and why he'd found his way into the midst of the Mojave. "I believe it's the transmission," he added.

In an instant, his eyes flicked downward, as though he registered that small, innocuous movement. She rushed to fill the vacuum of silence that hung between them, hoping to distract him from whatever suspicions her little move might have awakened.  “I know collectors,” she told him, running her right hand through her hair, fluffing it a bit, hoping to draw his eyes upwards again “…fanatical ones, who would pay a small fortune to make such a treasure theirs.”  She leaned toward him, adopting a confidential tone, honest in her curiosity, “However did you manage it?”

Sera could hear the tick of the internal combustion engine as it cooled, informing her he hadn't been stranded long. Surveying the area behind the Mustang, she spotted several telltale puddles of transmission fluid in the car's wake. "Looks like you might've blown a hose," she speculated, indicating the fluid spotting the back trail. "Those kind of parts are few and far between these days...but I bet we can find a mechanic who might be able to juryrig something enough to get you on the road again."

She turned back to find him watching her, his exotic-looking eyes narrowed. Appraising her in a way that made her feel...exposed. Unnerved. Vulnerable. Sera squeezed her hand against the reassuring weight of the small, defensive weapon cupped in her palm.

He inhaled sharply, a fleeting look of calculation crossing his face.  “It was an unexpected…” he paused, studying her carefully, “…but well-timed acquisition of…convenience.”  Such a reply was far too vague to answer her question—but didn’t surprise her in the least.

“Then you must be a man of remarkable luck, Mr…” Sera let her voice trail off with the question, fully expecting there would be little truth in his answer.

And then he was moving past the safe cushion of space between them, extending a large, powerful looking hand towards her, as way of introduction. “Harrison. I’m…John Harrison.” His grip was firm, not too tight, but Sera sensed—felt—a strength restrained that fit his bearing perfectly. Intimidating, but not frightening; confident—and intriguing her beyond her good sense should allow; and his eyes were locked on her, regarding her with such curiosity and healthy appraisal, that she slipped her sunglasses atop her head without a moment’s hesitation, meaning to meet his gaze directly.  

Sera hadn’t realized she was staring until he cleared his throat. “And you are?” he asked, smiling warmly, surely feeling the advantage now of having gotten past her bravado.  Her mouth felt dry—it had to be the arid atmosphere and not embarrassment over her awkward reaction to him--so that her tongue actually stuck a moment before she stammered out her name. “Seraphina.”  She said it rather breathlessly, then bit her lip against revealing her surname.

Harrison had not released her hand, although his grip was gentle, and the warmth of his skin pleasant against her own.  “Seraphina,” he repeated, the small smile creases bracketing his mouth deepening, and a hint of his true smile finally reaching his eyes.  “Lovely name, Seraphina. Exotic in its way, and as rare and fetching as a desert rose.”

Ordinarily, Sera would laugh off such obvious flattery; she’d had enough of it--and insincere at that--throughout her years as a torch singer.  This stranger—John Harrison—looked a better class of man than those who usually tried to ply her with compliments.  That was no reason, of course, to take him more seriously than any of the others.  And yet she felt a sort of…solemnity…about him; a dignity and self-assurance that spoke of a far more purposeful life than those of plain, ordinary men. He was damned attractive too, enough to have her a bit flummoxed at so dear a distance.  

"Seraphina,” he reiterated, teasing the syllables along, the depth and richness of his voice making her shiver a little despite the desert heat. “A derivative of seraphim, the highest order of celestial beings in religious myth.  Heavenly, fiery, winged immortals, tasked with surrounding and praising the throne of god.”  He leaned nearer, well past that unspoken barrier of personal space, closing his eyes while inhaling deeply through his nose, seeming to seek her essence by scent alone.

Such unexpected intimacy left Seraphina speechless, every instinct she had telling her to give ground a step or two—yet she remained still, for when he opened his eyes, she found herself fascinated by their changing hue. Seraphina had never seen such striking eyes on a man before; and she’d have sworn that they were blue.  Pale blue when she’d seen them from a distance, in the bright, unfiltered sun; then a surprising, piercing, azure when she met him face to face.  Now they seem to shift unpredictably from purely blue to nearly green with however the light played upon them, with flecks of gold speckling around the pupils.

“I wonder,” he mused, almost to himself, while Sera remained entranced and silent, unable to look away despite knowing she must look utterly foolish, “Might you be the angel of mercy I’m in such desperate need of?”

Befuddled, Sera sputtered back, "I...um...what?", finally taking a step back and pulling her hand from his grasp.

"I mean to say how fortunate I am, you came along precisely as you did. " Harrison shrugged and took a step back as well, his manner self-effacing enough to lend sincerity to his words. "And that your nature is a kind one--I imagine most women would have cruised by without a care for my predicament, given this isolated location and the potential threat I could embody."

Regaining her composure, Sera lifted her chin proudly, "I've managed to look after myself for many years now, and in dodgier situations." Her usual insoucience restored, she asked the most vital of questions, looking him squarely in the eyes to read the truth before he even answered, "Do I have reason to fear for my safety, Mr. Harrison?"

His eyes widened and he grinned, and then he began to laugh. Heartfelt, and deep in his throat; the rich sound of melted, dark chocolate--the rare sort of sweet that was supposed to be healthy for one, but only if consumed in moderation. A woman could lose herself in such a laugh, she realized, and I'll bet he knows it too.

"If there was any reason at all, you've quite disarmed me already." Now it seemed he was sizing her up beyond first impressions--and liking what he saw, by the look of satisfaction on his face. "I promise you, Ms..."

"It's just Seraphina for now please, if it's all the same to you. " Sera pressed her lips thin against the smile that wanted to break forth, enjoying both his unspoken surprise at her overall boldness--and what she dared to believe was an appreciation for her physical charms.

Harrison acquiesced with a tilt of his head. "Then I promise you, pretty Seraphina, that I harbor no ill intent towards you. And I would be deeply indebted to you for the aid I am sure you intend to offer me."

She felt her cheeks flush at his easy compliment--not taken in, but happy to accept it nonetheless. "Well, it's a shame to have to abandon her here, but the closest hope you have for a spare part--and a mechanic with working knowledge of antique cars--is at least a hundred miles away."

"Alright then," he affirmed, moving past her to slam shut the Mustang's hood, "We should probably be on our way."

"Of course." Sera turned to follow him, wanting a closer look at the rare vehicle before they drove away. "You should put the top up too; you may not make it back here until tomorrow at least."

He nodded again, striding to the driver's side door to start the car and raise the top. Something not quite right here, she thought, frowning; I could swear that this model and the ones that followed, had a remote on the key fob to control the mechanism. It reminded her that she'd initially thought the car did not belong to him--and that somehow she had allowed his charm cause her to lower her guard.

She stepped to the passenger side, hoping for a peek inside to confirm her growing suspicion. "You ought to raise the windows, too," she told him, leaning close enough to peer inside the passenger side window, "No telling what might find its way inside here once darkness falls. It gets pretty cold here at night..." Sera swallowed hard when she got a look at the ignition cylinder; it had been removed from its place beneath the steering wheel and hung down by several wires. The wires themselves appeared to have been rearranged.

Her heart in her throat, Seraphina searched her memory for the word to describe exactly what she was seeing. Hotwired. That's what they called it; a quick and easy way to boost a car. Simon had educated her, marveling at the skill of those he'd read about who could do do in under a minute. She'd never dreamed of seeing something like it up close. Yet there it was, and the man who'd done it clearly hadn't wanted her to see it. Which meant...

He was faster than her by far; almost preternaturally fast. Harrison had grabbed her left arm ( --- damn, he had noted she was carrying something there! --- ) through the window opening, his iron grip digging into her flesh painfully. "Drop it," he ordered her, "Drop it now. I can explain everything if you just remain calm, Seraphina."

She didn't mean to, but she whimpered softly, not only at the discomfort he was inflicting, but also for the cold menace in his eyes. Had she thought them beautiful, compelling, alluring, just moments ago? Now it seemed to her they were the deadliest eyes she had seen in her life.

(to be continued)

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[mi-rae07]

Song Mingi : Chance (Part 3/3)

Pairing : Song Mingi (Ateez) and named character (Jung Miyeon)

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Minho : is he sick?

Miyeon looked up at her son while she was putting her shoes on to step out for work in the morning, mingi asleep in the guest room upstairs. Of course minho had known by now. Miyeon smiled and nodded, bending down to hold her son's cheek with her hand before saying

Miyeon : he is. So just let him rest today, okay? Don't cause any trouble, and don't stress him out.

Minho : is he really sick? Like, does he need to go to the hospital-

Miyeon : are you worried for him, min-ah?

Minho bit his lip, looking away as miyeon chuckled and said

Miyeon : you do not need to be embarassed for worrying over him, minho. He's your father.

Minho : except he abandoned you.

Miyeon : mm. well I came to understand, yesterday night, that your father didn't really abandon all of us after all. It was someone else who had asked him to do that, and…he was just scared for us.

Mingi had told her everything yesterday night, and she couldn’t be happier for it. Minho's eyes turned wide at that revelation.

Minho : wait, really?

Miyeon : yeah. So don't be harsh on him, tell your sister that too.

Minho nodded with a small smile before saying

Minho : we'll take good care of him while you're away, eomma.

Miyeon giggled, ruffling minho's hair before saying

Miyeon : of course you will. I'll see you later, min-ah.

Minho nodded and kissed his mother's cheek before whispering

Minho : I love you.

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Mingi groaned as he heard the door to his room opening, that small sound waking him up from his sleep. Mingi opened his eyes as it landed on his son walking up to him with a tray in his hands, a cup on top of it. Mingi frowned sleepily as he slowly sat up, feeling his head go dizzy from the small movement. God, he really was tired.

Minho : you're awake.

Mingi : are you…going to have your tea here?

Minho kept the tray on the bed-side table, motioning towards it before saying

Minho : no, this is for you.

Mingi : m-me?

Minho : yes, you. Peppermint teas are apparently good for your immune system. And since you're sick, so we thought it might help.

Mingi felt his heart jump at that. He hadn't expected them to care about him or his sickness.

Mingi : did you actually make tea for me?

Minho : we're quite mature, if you didn't notice.

Mingi smiled as he asked

Mingi : so you're not grumpy with me anymore?

Minho : something like that, you can say.

Mingi chuckled, holding his arms out before saying

Mingi : come to me then, prince.

Minho smiled widely at that nickname, quickly getting on the bed before crashing into his father's arms. Mingi smiled and patted his son's back, feeling minho sigh against him. The both of them had wanted this for a long time, and now they'd gotten it.

Mingi : minji-ya, I can see you peeking your head through the door gap. Come in here, you little sneak.

Minho giggled as minji entered the room with a small smile, mingi extending his arm for his daughter as well. And soon enough minji had climbed into bed, wrapping her arms around her father with a satisfied smile.

Mingi : thank you for the tea, and for having accepted me even after all the mistakes that I made, both of you.

Minji smiled, resting her head on mingi's shoulder before saying

Minji : we will always forgive you, appa.

Mingi felt his eyes tear up at her words, his heart filling up with joy as it finally felt complete. They had called him appa.

Mingi : I love you, my prince and my princess. The both of you mean the world to me.

Minho : we love you too, appa.

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Miyeon walked towards song jina's house, a determined look in her eyes. This was long due, especially now that she knew jina had been the one behind mingi's leaving. She had manipulated him and threatened mingi, along with her husband who had died a few years ago. It was time miyeon talked to her, for having taken away hers and her children's happiness.

Miyeon rang the doorbell to her house, jina opening the door a few seconds later. As soon as she saw miyeon, shock filled her eyes.

Jina : jung miyeon-shi?

Miyeon : yes, it's me. And I want to talk with you.

Jina : about what?

Miyeon : about your son, miss. About the father of my children.

And soon enough miyeon was sitting in the living room of jina's house, her looking at miyeon with dangerous eyes. Miyeon sighed as she said

Miyeon : you need to stop forcing him.

Jina : you're telling me what to do?

Miyeon : yes, I am. You had your way with him for his entire life, miss. You've ruined his childhood, and now even his adulthood. You need to stop doing this, because none of this is helping mingi.

Jina : and he told you that?

Miyeon : no, he cried because of it. You are his mother, do you not have even an ounce of sympathy for your own son? Can't you see this sort of a life is suffocating him, miss?

Jina chuckled, looking away as she said

Jina : I raised him to be different than this, miyeon-shi. I raised him to be fit for this sort of a lifestyle, and he was fine with it, all of it. Until you came along and ruined it for all of us. It is you who is to blame here, not me.

Miyeon : really. It's my fault he loved me? It's my fault I loved him?

Jina : love, is irrational, miyeon. Love isn't supposed to exist in his life.

Miyeon : well, it does now. He has children, and he has me. If he wants to stop this life of his, then he will. Because it is his choice.

Jina : no it isn't.

Miyeon : miss-

Jina : break up with him, miyeon. Leave this country, I will buy you a ticket to some place far away from here.

She was doing it again.

Miyeon : what?

Jina : you heard me. I need you out of my son's life. You and your stupid children, you need to leave him and go away.

Miyeon scoffed, looking away as she said

Miyeon : are you threatening me?

Jina : and if I am?

Miyeon smirked and nodded, standing up. She had expected this from song jina, of course she had. But she still wanted to give her one last chance, and she had burst it.

Miyeon : then it won't work, jina-shi. This isn't as this once was, I will not be your puppet, and I will not let you hurt the man I love.

Jina : jung miyeon-

Miyeon : no. this company belongs to mingi now, and so does it's men. You have no power here, jina-shi. You only have mere words and those don't threaten me any longer.

Jina stared at miyeon in shock, not having expected her to say any of this.

Miyeon : so you, will listen to me now.

Jina flinched as miyeon threw a flight ticket right at her face and said

Miyeon : flight tickets, to Peru. Flee this country and go far away from my children and mingi, song jina. Because your time here is done. And if you refuse to do that…

Miyeon bent down to face jina, her face inches close to miyeon as she whispered with a small smile

Miyeon : I won't bother asking mingi's men for a favor. So unless you want to die at such a…young, age, get out of my life.

Before jina could say anything miyeon walked away from her, leaving a teary-eyed jina behind. She knew she had no choice now, things here had to be wrapped up.

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Miyeon entered her house a few hours later, the sound of laughing and giggling coming from inside the house. Miyeon frowned in confusion, taking her shoes off before walking towards the kitchen. The sight in front of her made her eyes widen in pure horror and shock. Three flour covered figures were running around the flour filled kitchen, giggling and having the time of their lives. In short, there was flour everywhere and the entire kitchen was a mess.

Except miyeon didn't care. Because for the first time in her life, she was seeing her children be truly happy, and mingi being carefree and light. The three of them hadn't even noticed miyeon, that was how much fun they were having.

And seeing the three people miyeon loved the most in the world being together and happy, almost brought tears to her eyes.

Mingi : yeon-ah!

Miyeon looked up as the three of them paused on their tracks, minho and minji both going behind mingi to hide themselves from their mother's wrath. Miyeon let out a breath, keeping her bag aside as she said

Miyeon : seriously? What the hell happened here?

No one said anything.

Miyeon : song minho, song minji. Stop hiding behind your father and come out?

Mingi pressed his lips together as both minho and minji stepped to his side with half-scared eyes, eyeing their mother.

Miyeon : why is their flour all over my kitchen, three of you?

Minho : it was him.

Mingi's eyes widened as minho pointed his hand at him, minji nodding in agreement as well before saying

Minji : yes yes, it was appa.

Mingi : what! No! you're the one who told me we should make cake for all of us! How dare you betray me-

Minji : he's lying.

Mingi let out a noise of betrayal, turning to face miyeon who still had a straight face.

Mingi : I apologize for our children's actions. This was definitely not my fault, however.

Minho : appa!

Mingi was about to say something when miyeon suddenly laughed, shocking all three of them. Minji leaned closer to mingi before whispering

Minji : do you think she's gone mad?

Mingi : what do you mean, she's always been mad.

Miyeon : oh my god, all of you look so funny!

Minho : uh, what?

Miyeon giggled and spread her arms for the three of them before saying

Miyeon : come here, three of you. Give me a hug.

Mingi : but there's flour all over us-

Miyeon : I don't care, come here.

The three of them smiled before crashing into miyeon arms, mingi wrapping his arm around the three of them protectively as miyeon sighed in satisfaction.

Miyeon : do you know how long I've wanted this?

Minji : we give you hugs everyday, what are you saying.

Miyeon smiled as she looked up at mingi with sparkling eyes

Miyeon : I love you, all three of you.

Mingi smiled, kissing the top of miyeon's forehead before saying

Mingi : we love you too.

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Miyeon was now sitting on the sofa at 2am in the night, staring into nothingness as she thought of how her night had been today. Of course, she had been happy when it was only her and the twins. But mingi made all the difference now. Miyeon supposed it was different when the twins had their father and her, her partner. Except she didn't know what mingi and her was right now. Of course, mingi did seem to still care for her and miyeon definitely still loved him, but did mingi know that?

Mingi : why aren't you asleep?

Miyeon flinched as she turned around in her seat to face mingi who was standing behind the couch in pajamas, his hair a mess.

Miyeon : the twins?

Mingi : they're asleep now, I managed to finally put them to sleep. Or so I hope.

Miyeon smiled before nodding, turning back to face the front as she said

Miyeon : they love you, mingi.

Mingi smiled, sitting on the couch beside miyeon before saying

Mingi : I love them too, almost as much as I love you.

Miyeon blinked her eyes in confusion, turning to face mingi with partly shocked eyes.

Miyeon : what?

Mingi : what. Did you think I had fallen out of love with you when I left? No, miyeon. I left because I was in love with you, I left because I was scared my parents would do something to you and I would rather die than see you get hurt.

Miyeon : why are you telling me all this now?

Mingi : because I know what you did today afternoon. You visited my mother, and she's leaving Korea now, thankfully.

Miyeon sighed, leaning back against the sofa as she whispered

Miyeon : so you do have your contacts.

Mingi : look, I can understand if you do not love me anymore, or if you want me to leave you alone. But I need you to know all this, so I don’t regret it later. I love you, miyeon. I always fucking have. When I saw you with the kids, saw how much of a good mother you always have been to them despite getting abandoned by your own partner when you needed them the most, it…it has only made me love you more.

Miyeon pressed her lips together as mingi cupped her cheeks, looking at her with sincere eyes

Mingi : you're the strongest woman I've ever seen, miyeon, and you'll be the love of my life until I die. Whether you like it or not. I've told you before, I only love once.

Miyeon : mingi-ya-

Mingi : and for what it's worth, I'm sorry I was a coward. I didn't fight for us, or our children. I just…ran away like that. And I'm sorry for it. Because if I was given a chance again, I would stay and fight, yeon-ah.

Miyeon : that would've been stupid, mingi. You may have been a coward, but you saved all of us by doing it. And for that I will always be grateful.

Mingi smiled, nodding his head.

Mingi : then I will go ba-

Miyeon : no! no, don't.

Mingi : you…want me to stay?

Miyeon : yes, yes. Stay with us, stay with me, until I ask you not to. Which, will probably be a very, long time before I say that.

Mingi stared at miyeon as she got on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck with a small smile before whispering

Miyeon : I love you too.

Mingi's eyes widened at that.

Mingi : wh-what?

Miyeon : I love you too, song mingi. Although I did resent you for a while after you left, now that I understand why you did so, I love you all the more for it. So stay, stay and be happy with me.

Mingi smiled, small tears in his eyes. Was she really giving him another chance?

Mingi : I thought you hated me.

Miyeon : well, now you know I don't. you're a very hard person to hate, song mingi.

Mingi chuckled, leaning forward and kissing miyeon before whispering

Mingi : you're a really hard person to hate too, jung miyeon.

Minho and minji stared at their parents in secret from the staircase, minji's face twisted in part-disgust and minho's face bright with a happy smile on his lips.

Minji : ugh, they're so gross.

Minho : sheesh, they're adorable.

Minji rolled her eyes before climbing up the staircase as she said lowly

Minji : I can't watch any longer, my heart's going to drown from their cheesiness.

Minho : I can't watch any longer either, my heart's going to burst from their cuteness.

Minji rolled her eyes once again as minho giggled and ran up to his sister, wrapping his arm around her before leaning against it.

Minho : carry me, my beloved sister! For your dear brother is dying!

Minji : if you were dying, I'd literally just leave you right where I found you and leave, song minho.

Minho giggled, knowing well enough that his sister would burn the entire world down before she let him die. Minji smiled as well, leaning her head against the top of her brother's as they both climbed up the stairs arm in arm.

Because they had finally gotten their family back, and all by a single chance.

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[allari-ammayi]

PLEASEEE I NEEEED PART 2 TO THE BHALLA FIC RN 🙌🙌🙌

Wife | Pt.2 《Bharya》B. Deva

☆Bhallaladeva x Fem! OC☆

Synopsis: Pooja and Bhallaladeva have been married for three months, but after their wedding ceremony came to an end, Pooja hasn't seen him or heard of him since. It's not like she's his first wife she likely won't be his last- is what she thinks. But when Bhallaladeva sends a servant to summon Pooja to his quarters late one night, Pooja hopes to fulfil their unstarted martial duties, instead, Bhalla requests that Pooja do something else for him. Something Pooja never expected to hear from the ruthless king of Mahismati. 《Pt. 2, 2.4k Words》

Note: There will probably be maybe two more parts to this story lol. This is the OC version of this fic. If you would like to read the Y/n version, it will be available on my Y/n masterlist page! ALSO, REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!!

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She stepped inside and gulped. His room was kind of how she imagined it. It was wide, grand, open and nothing like hers. Pooja’s room was grand too, of course, being one of the wives of the king, but compared to the king’s room, it felt like a children's play area.

Pooja stepped forward, examining every inch of the room, her anklets making music with every step she took. But the most important question lay unanswered. Where was Bhalla? The main reason Pooja traveled halfway across the palace at one in the morning for?

Pooja crossed her arms behind her and looked around, admiring the portraits and the statues. They were portraits of him, one of his mother, and of previous kings. But none of his brother or any of his wives.

But one particular portrait caught her eyes. Or rather, the fact that it was covered up with a massive velvet cloth.

What was Bhalla hiding under there?

Pooja stepped towards the portrait, her anklets notifying every other living thing nearby of her movement but right as she reached for the velvet cloth, the sound of a voice made her stomach drop.

“Here.” Said low, breathy voice. Pooja flinched, instantly drawing her hand away from the covered portrait and span around to face the source of the voice. What she saw made Pooja’s heart jump and her stomach summersault.

On his mighty grand bed, lay Bhalladeva.

The king.

The warrior.

The ruler.

Her husband.

Like his voice, Bhallaladeva was breathing heavily and fast, reaching an arm out for Pooja who was unsure of what to do.

Upon stepping closer to him, Pooja began getting worried. Bhalla’s face was covered in tiny droplets of sweat, his breathing was heavy and his chest rose and fell at an alarming rate.

Pooja gasped at the helpless form of the king and brought her hands to her lips.

“Your- Your Majesty-!” Pooja began, unsure of what to call him. Pooja’s use of ‘Your Majesty caused a tiny flinch to escape Bhalla’s body.

Should she acknowledge their marriage and the sacred thread tied around her neck by Bhalla and call him ‘Bhalla’?

Or was was more fitting to call him ‘Bhallaladeva’ to please his massive ego and not seem overly friendly?

Or was she supposed to be his quiet submissive wife and refer to him as his majesty?

Pooja gulped and quickly looked around while Bhalla continued breathing rapidly in a feverish way.

“Don’t- Don’t worry Your Majesty! I’ll-” With the way Bhalla flinched as she called him ‘Your Majesty’, Pooja was internally face-palming herself. Pooja hated how she kept stumbling over her words.

Way to make a great first impression, she thought as she slowly began panicking.

Pooja noticed how Bhalla could barely keep his eyes open as they kept drooping and he struggled to breath normally.

“I’ll call a healer-!” Just as Pooja turned around to sprint away to fetch a healer, Bhalla’s voice stopped her yet once again.

“No-!” He said. Pooja couldn’t tell if he was shouting or simply in pain because the moment she turned around, she saw him painfully clutching his heart while he winced in pain.

“But-”

“No. I don’t need a physician right now.” Bhalla said, his pain starting to worsen as he raked his fingers through his dark curly locks. Pooja gulped, unconvinced but not willing to disobey his Majesty’s orders.

“Then… Why was I summoned here, Your majesty?”

Bhalla pat the empty space next to him on the bed, confusing Pooja.

What did he want her to do? Clean the bed sheets? Dust it? Was the dust causing him to go all haywire like this?

Pooja, still confused, awkwardly moved towards the king and bent down. She looked at the king, who looked back at her before she looked down at the spot when he was patting.

Pooja began patting and sweeping aswell with her hand, brushing the non-existenct specks of dust off the edge of the bed, confidently.

When she finished, she looked at the king, hoping to see an impressed face at her brillinat cleaning abilities, only to be met with a confused look from the king.

“What’re you doing?” Bhalla croaked out.

“I was dusting.” Pooja replied, impressively. Bhalla’s eyebrows scrunched together in confusion.

“...Why?” Bhalla said, after a slow moment of consideration, seemingly forgetting his pain in the confusion.

“Because… Well, because Your Majesty-” Bhalla flinched ever so slightly as Pooja referred to him as ‘Your Majesty’, “-asked me to.” Pooja said, in a matter-of-fact tone, leaving Bhalla speechless. Bhalla’s lack of words left Pooja worried out of her mind.

Had she not cleaned enough? Or did she do it wrong?

Pooja was practically losing her mind over what Bhalla would do to her if she acted incorrectly.

Would he kill her? Posion her? Torutre her? Publically behead her?

Thoughts like those ran through Pooja’s mind and each thought was more treacherous than the one before. In the flurry of worry, Pooja stood up suddenly, knocking over a golden water goblet in the process and panicked further at the noise it made.

Bhalla was undisturbed by the goblet, he genuinely couldn’t care less about it. Instead, his energy was taken upp by a small smile gracing his lips at Pooja’s antics. The sound og the falling goblet masked the tiny chuckle that escaped Bhalla’s lips.

Suddenly, as if catching himself in a horrid act, Bhalla quickly wiped his smile right off, and replaced it with a simple calm face.

Pooja looked at the fallen ghoblet and back at Bhalla, misreading his calmness for anger.

“M-Maybe it would be best if I fetched a physician and left Your Majesty alone-” Pooja kept stumbling over her words, her voice clearly laced with tension and fear, and when she turned around suddenly, Bhalla’s voice stopped her once more.

“No.” He didn’t shout this time, he was calm as if suppressing his quick breath and his heavy voice. As if he was actually trying to be soft with her. As if she was a fragile little bird that he didn’t want to harm.

Pooja stopped and looked over at him, he was patting the empty spot next to him again.

“I meant stay with me,” He said, and under his moustach, Pooja failed to spot the tiniest and almost invisible smile curling at the corner of his lips, “Not- Not dust the bed,”

“Ohhh,” Pooja said, nodding her head slowly in understanding. She slowly and cautiously advanding towards the king and carefully sat next to his flat body.

“Stay with me.” Bhalla said, softly, allowing himself to close his eyes and he turned his head to feel Pooja’s touch through the fabric of her voni. “Just for a while…”

Pooja stiffened, having never expected something like this from the king. Bhalla’s voice made Pooja think it almost sounded like love, but she shook the thought off quickly. She remembered the words of the other wives.

Bhalla is incapable of love. Giving it or receiving it.

This wasn’t love, Pooja told herself, when another question popped up.

What happened to the king?

And another one.

Why did he need her to stay with him?

And another one, the one Pooja was most curious about.

Why her?

The answer to that question seemed simple. He wanted to see his latest wife, so he could cross it off on his to-do list and not bother about her ever again till her funeral. That was the only possible reason… Right?

Something in the back of Pooja’s mind told her that it wasn’t. Her curiosity getting a hold of her, Pooja gulped and let her first question out.

“Are- Are you okay?” Pooja mentally face-palmed at the way this question was phrased.

It seemed too formal and yet informal at the same time. How was that even possible!?

“Now I am,” Bhalla said, his voice musch less breathy like before, his chest raising and falling at a normal pace rather than rapidly like before. “Stay with me.” Bhalla’s soft voice and calm demenor, contrary to his previous aura, surprised Pooja.

It took her a few minutes to realise she was there to calm Bhalla down, but she was unsure how. She could just sit there like he said, till he fell asleep, but no.

Pooja could tell that Bhalla was still agitated, sure not as much as he was when she walked in, but he was still breathing pretty heavy and sweating like crazy.

Pooja looked around the room to see if there was anything she could use to help Bhalla and with each little thing she saw, the easier this task became. Now came time for execution.

Pooja looked down at her soft voni and without a second thought, ripped a large piece off.

She picked up the fallen goblet, filled it with water from the vase on the bed side table and dipped the ripped section of the voni into the water.

She gave it a good dunk, pulled it out and squeed the excess water out before she folded it up neatly and looked over at Bhalla. With a gulp and hesitant shaky hands, she wiped the sweat off his face with the cloth.

Bhalla practically melted into Pooja’s voni as he let out a sigh of relief as the cold water caressed his skin. Pooja gave the voni another dunk, squeezed it one more time and wiped only the top of Bhalla’s chest before she gave it one last dunk, squeezed and folded it and placed it on his forehead.

Carefully lifting herself off the bed, Pooja sprinted towards the nearest widow and with a great push, she opened it, letting the cool breeze open to cool Bhalla down. The rust on the windows told her that they hadn’t been opened in a long time.

Pooja ran back to Bhalla, who had stopped sweating but was still squirming around in unease. Pooja looked around to see if there was anything she could do to stop that and put an end to his uneasiness, till she came to a conclusion that there was only one thing she could do.

Show him a motherly kind of love.

Sure, Pooja was told that Bhalla couldn’t feel love, or so she thought, but it was worth a try. She sat back down, and after careful consideration, ran her fingers through Bhalla’s raven dark locks until she had a hold of his head. She scooped his head up and placed it on her lap.

Bhalla opened his eyes slightly to see what Pooja was doing, but when he heard her voice the very next second, he closed his eyes. Pooja closed her eyes and started humming a tune.

A tune that her mother sang to her as a kis. A tune that every mother likely sang to their kids. Pooja brushed Bhalla’s hair back and off his faceand remembered a lullaby.

“Lali, Lali, Lali Lali.” Pooja began, her nervous voice nowhere in sight, now replaced by a soft sing-song voice, “Vatapatrasayiki Varahala lali,” Bhalla closed his eyes fully now, his chest’s constantly movement slowling down with every word Pooja sang. “Rajivanetruniki ratanala lali.” Bhalla’s previously tense body softened down instantly like hard butter melting in the hot sun. “Lali, Lali, Lali, Lali,” Pooja carresed the side of Bhalla’s face as she sang the lullaby, his conciousness slowly drifting away with every verse she sang as he eventually returned to a peaceful slumber.

When Bhalla had fully gone back to sleep, Pooja carefully picked his head up, dragged over a pillow and gently placed him down. She saw his silk sheets flayed all over the bed and pulled them up before tucking him in as if he was just an innocnet little child, rather than the feared, ruthless leader of Mahismati.

When Bhalla was tucked in and peacefully sleeping away, Pooja looked down at his features and wondered what she was supposed to do now? Kiss him on the forehead and leave?

Maybe it was a bit too soon, she thought, considering this was the first time they even spoke to each other. But then again, she thought, she was his wife, and as a wife, kissing isn’t something to be neglected.

Impulsively, Pooja bent her head down and pecked Bhalla on the forehead before bringing her nails to her lips in shyness and spriting out of the room. Even if Bhalla was not fond of kisses, he wouldn’t know, he was asleep, Pooja told herself.

She carefully shut the doors to the room close to not wake him up and trotted off to her very own room, practically prancing, dancing, and skipping as she went, her excitement lighting up the cold dark hallways.

When Bhalla heard the doors to his room close shut, she slowly peeled his eyes open and looked up at the ceiling. Despite the windows being open and Pooja’s damp voni on his forehead, Bhalla’s face burnt like fire as he grazed his finger over the spot Pooja had kissed him.

Pooja hummed the tune of the lullaby to herself as she skipped through the hallways, her stomach unable to stay at ease with the butterflies eurpting through them.

Today was a good day, she thought, a productive one. She had talked to the king- or rather, her husband, for the first time. She sang him a lullaby and tucked him into bed.

Sometimes the simplest answers give the most effective results.

She even figured out what she would need to do from now one if she was ever called back.

Take his head into her lap, sing to him, calm him down and tuck him into bed.

Simple.

Though it seemed very unlikely that she would ever be called back.

But the voices of the other wives came into Pooja’s mind. The king never spoke to any of his wives unless it’s extremely important. He has no business with them and even if he does, he always only sends a servant.

This thought caused Pooja to stop and think.

True.

Why did the king need her if he never talked to his wives?

This unanswered questions left Pooja thinking about all the other unanswered questions.

Such as why was he the way he was when Pooja first entered the room?

Was it a medical condition?

Or was it the result of traumatic events in his past?

And if so, what exactly was that traumatic past?

Why did Bhalla need someone her to calm him down?

Why not one of his more experienced wives who knew more about him than she did?

And the most curious.

What lay behind the velvet cloth?

What was it a portrait of?

Or rather, who was it of?

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 》 @vijayasena

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[ir3nic-sluvv]

ATTRACTED, Loid Forger x Fem! Reader (Chapter one)

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 : Hello, hello! Welcome dear readers to my Loid Forger x Reader fanfic! For those who might not know me yet, my name is Ana :DD

Supposedly I'm not on planning to publish any of my books to another platform/app to make my story be noticed by others, but here I am anyways! If your curious to what are the other books I'm writing, just visit my wattpad user! -IR3NIC

I hope you guys enjoy reading! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 : swearing, Weapon (mentioned), Slight Gore. (I apologise because my grammar is still a bit raspy since English is not my first language.)

"Mama..." The pinked haired little girl muttered under her breath as streams of tears started to tear down her cheeks.

Her tiny hand gripped the hem of her clothes silently looking in the distance as memories in the past started to replay inside her head.

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FLASHBACK

"RUN AWAY ANYA!" A mother yelled at her daughter as the female in front of Anya stopped in the middle of the alleyway. Her emerald eyes looked at the same ones she has. The resemblance of each other weren't that much of to see, but their eyes that outstands to both of their features.

The h/c haired female stood protectively in front of Anya as tears started to fall down her eyes as the child behind her whimpered in fear. "You need to run Anya!" She yet again let out another yell to her making the girl flinch in confusion.

"Mama..." She whispered. Her tiny feet step back a bit tightly holding her stuffed toy that was gifted by her mother. The adult felt her wound throbs as blood started to seep out of it. She hisses a bit but holds the pain she is getting, She needs to stay strong in front of her daughter.

"Please darling..." She pleaded, Her mother gasped when they both heard loud footsteps coming from the distance.

The girl and the mother started to tremble more. "WHICH DIRECTION DID THEY GO?!"."THOSE LITTLE SHITS!" Someone's voice echoes through the depths of the darkness at the end of the alleyway.

Anya turns to her mother as her cries and whimpers start to get louder. The h/c haired, tried to sooth her but then turned around to see flashlights moving around as the footsteps started to get near. She then turns around to look down at her daughter's trembling figure. For the one last time, she hugged her tightly before kissing her forehead.

"I may not know what will happen if they catch me... But I promised to myself I will live for you. But... If this will be the last time I will see you, please live for mama ok?" Her trembling hand gripped the handle of the gun. Her thoughts mindlessly thought of the things that are happening in the situation they are into.

'I was just an accident... same with the others that also have been made by organization. An experiment rat. To be told, I wasn't supposed to give birth... but a terrible mistake happened during an experiment and somehow... The scientist made an accident which caused me to be pregnant. I was young at that time, I was scared, I was angry at the organisation that kept me for as long as I can remember, but after giving birth to Anya I just... I fell in love. She's the most beautiful gift that the God's have given me. I vowed to myself that I wouldn't let any people that work under the organisation get near her. But now they're after her too. I wouldn't let anyone touch or harm her. I'm not like one of those parents who abuse or abandon their own child to death. I will kill anyone just to keep her safe...'

Her fingers lingered onto the trigger ready to shoot.

"Please run..." She whispered one last time as she pushed the girl harshly, stumbling a bit as the pink haired girl ran as her mother said so.

As Anya runs away from her beloved mother, she hears screams and gunshots from where she has left. All she can do is cry and run, until her legs give out as her small fragile body falls down on the hard cold floor. "Mama..." That was the last thing she whispered before passing out.

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END OF FLASHBACK

"Mama..." She muttered again, Yor stood firmly on her seat as she walked up to Anya as she soothes her.

"HA! Now I see... you still prefer your previous mama don't you?!!" An old man says to the girl with full judgement lacing in his voice.

Loid forger sat on his seat unmoving as he tried calming himself down, but when he looked at Anya. He felt his anger increase as well as his patience started to drown in. He then heard Yor started yell trying to defend Anya but he quickly stops her to calm herself down.

"We do have lots of students that are also separated from their parents. I, for sure that Anya wouldn't even last long in this school if she couldn't even handle her own emotions and would just cry over trivial things like this."

Yor started to crack her fingers after hearing his insults and had enough of his bullshits. But Loid on the other hand was offended by his words even so that he wasn't the one that has been insulted, Even to that. He kept his cool.

"Oh my, don't get too feisty now just because you lost to the previous wife!" That was the last straw. Loid jolted forward with his fist up in the air, his eyes were wide and held full furry into them. He was about to punch the guy but then felt himself come back to his senses as he first made contact onto the table in front of him.

People inside the room got startled at his sudden actions. When Loid lifted up his fist there was a blooded mosquito, Blood was spread around to it. The wooden table was smashed in the middle where Loid punched it.

"Excuse me, there was a mosquito. We should probably leave now, thank you for today..." Loid stood straight with his calm face as he then turned around to walk out of the room but quickly halted his steps when he heard Mr. Murdoch start to yell at him again. He turned around and said.

"If your school's educational philosophy is to disrespect the feelings of a child, I have to rethink that this school isn't worthy enough. I might also consider that I have chosen the wrong school."

Henry's glasses glinted as he held his crane tightly after hearing his words.

Loid motioned Yor and Anya to go out of the room as the three of them left without turning back. Muffled yells can be heard inside the room, Loid and the other two just ignore them. Anya is still crying in the arms of Yor. 'What could possibly be the reason why Anya cried so hard after mentioning her previous Mom? Could it possibly be that her parents aren't here anymore...?' Loid thought to himself. He sighed before leaving the school with a big uneasy feeling on his heart.

As soon as they got home. The three of them were sitting on the couch with their heads down. Loid felt defeated knowing that he failed yet again as a spy.

'We've definitely been rejected...'

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

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[rileytwenty]

IDIA || an Avatar story (x Neteyam)

Context/Prologue

Masterlist

A/N: sorry it's long but it's important!!

Idia (eye-die-uh), a human born to two avatar drivers a few months before Spider was born, has lived on Pandora her whole life. Her mother died on the frontlines of battle– after massacring many young warriors– at the hands of Tsu’tey. The battle took her father, too.

Since she was born Na’vi, sending her back to Earth was not an option even if she was old enough. The remaining humans on Pandora opted for her to be adopted by Jake and Neytiri, but Neytiri refused. She remembered Idia's mother killing her people too vividly. Besides, who was to say she wouldn’t turn out loyal to her real parents? Spider didn’t accept her either growing up because he was too jealous of her having been born a Na’vi like he would have liked for himself. Partially because Spider disliked her and partially because of Neytiri’s views, the Sully kids wouldn’t hang out with her either. 

She was raised on synthesized formula because none of the Na’vi would spare any breast milk for a demon. By the time she hit her teens, she was practically a human. She never had anyone to show her the ropes of Tsaheylu, so she never bonded with any animals and was not allowed at the tree of souls. Norm taught her everything he knew about the culture and the language, but he wasn’t accepted by them either and thus wasn’t much help. Out of pity and relation, Jake tried to bring her on an Ikran ride once but Neytiri’s wrath ensured he wouldn’t try it again.

Long story short, she was raised without anyone her age around and she turned out kind of weird and shy because of it. This did mean, however, that she had a lot of time to study botany with Norm and other things in the lab and therefore had an advanced understanding of the flora and fauna of Pandora, as well as basic combat training. (This is a surprise tool that will help us later!)

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[marblesphere]

Jujutsu Omegaverse AU! Alpha Gojo Satoru x Alpha OC/Reader

Inspiration from discord friend

!!Warning!! It's actually a wholesome and fluffy Omegaverse, there are some suggestive themes though. But it's SFW, I think. 😂

Name is changeable

Another peaceful day in a certain household. Mutsuki clan is a small clan of jujutsu sorcerer. The current head of Mutsuki clan has two daughters, Mutsuki Fumiko, the oldest daughter, 17 years old and Mutsuki Fuuka, the youngest daughter, 16 years old.

They are at the age where they should be enrolled in jujutsu high but didn’t because their capabilities didn’t even exceed the required standard of jujutsu high, meaning they didn’t have the innate or inherited technique. But even this small clan somehow got an arranged marriage with one of the three big clans, the Gojo clan, courtesy of the jujutsu elders.

Now, you must be thinking, why would jujutsu elders push a small clan like us to have a marriage with the strongest clan now? That is because there are a few reasons;

First, a small weak clan like us is perfect for them to use as puppets and to be discarded if something goes wrong. They were planning to exert some kind of control over the uncontrollable and unhinged from what I heard to heir of Gojo clan, Gojo Satoru.

Now it raises a question, why would Gojo clan want an arranged marriage with a small clan like us? The answer to this question is intertwined with the second reason of elders.

Mutuski clan was known for their inherited ability to ‘see’ a black line of death or Mystic Eyes as we called it. Any matter that was cut according to the line would be destroyed beyond recovery or instant death for living objects. Mutsuki clan was big enough to rival the three big clans in its heyday. Marriage proposals and alliances came from everywhere. That black line of death can even cut infinity or any intangible matter if it is honed, thus, you can see how Gojo clan considers this kind of arranged marriage in the first place.

While the elders are hoping for a new generation that will inherit these two inherited techniques, Six Eyes and Mystic Eyes and for the said new generation to be their puppet through the mother side, which means a weak clan like us. The Gojo clan which I heard was the most normal and sanest clan out there with few exceptions like Inumaki clan. The Gojo clan is very overprotective of their own kin, including their heir. I heard he was spoiled rotten by the way.

The Gojo clan actually doesn’t care about who will become the spouse of their heir, but still accepts the arrangement to, first, humiliate the elders. It’s a well-known fact that Gojo heir is very unruly and uncouth. I have heard of his every omiai escapades. Every single one of his omiai partners always went home crying. And even if by chance Gojo heir accepts the marriage and bores a new generation that inherits the two abilities, they will definitely do everything in their power to prevent the newborn from being dragged into the political battle. This means, that they accept this arranged marriage just to spite the elders.

Now, who is the lucky girl from Mutsuki household who gets the honour of being the Gojo heir omiai partner? It’s of course the eldest born of the Mutsuki clan, because of the compatibility of their secondary gender and she is also the same age as Gojo heir. The heir of Gojo clan is as everyone has expected, he is an Alpha, and the oldest daughter of Mutsuki family is an Omega. Alpha and Omega, are a perfect match. It’s already a tradition in jujutsu circle that the best pair is one Alpha and Omega, so those old fossils of such believers kicked me out of the equation who is not an Omega, which is honestly the best decision they ever made for me.

Let's delve a little more into secondary genders. I will give a quick rundown of it. Basically, secondary genders are divided into three; Alpha(leader type), Beta(vice leader type) and Omega (peacemaker type)

To put it bluntly, Alpha is the type of person who hates to lose, likes to put people in their places, likes challenges and is annoying. Beta is the most boring type of people, they are those who actually don’t want to follow the order or rule but force themselves to suffer by following through it. Omega is the type of people that very sensitive, sometimes to the point of being annoying because they always feel that people are talking bad about them. Reminder, that is the stereotype though. People's individualities are unique to one another. They can’t be categorized into one type. It’s just some secondary traits really manifest heavily in some people, thus creating stereotypes.

If these secondary genders are to be put into a company infrastructure, Alpha is the boss of the company, Beta is the employee, and Omega is the secretary. And yeah, we have to suffer from heat or rut depending on our secondary gender. Beta gets the most privilege in this matter, they don’t suffer through natural heat or rut cycle. Congrats to all the people who were born Beta. They have freedom. ~”~

“So, is there no way of ditching this family gathering of yours?” Yae asked, amusement dancing in her eyes.

“Sadly no.” I shook my head. “If there was, I would have done it.” I sighed. It was just my luck that I was born in a jujutsu sorcerer clan. It’s not like I hate the existence of jujutsu sorcerers. it’s just the elders who sat on top that feel like they own the world is very annoying. But what can I say, I am just a daughter of a small weak clan that can be squashed like a bug if they are inclined to do so. Well, truth to be told, no one has ever inherited our clan inherited technique, the Mystic Eyes for at least 500 years now. That’s one primary reason that our clan declined like this.

Do I care? Actually no. it’s fine being a small weak clan. They won’t put any annoying expectations on us as they did to the Gojo heir. It makes me wonder what it feels like to be on the top. Does it feel lonely? But I heard he has friends who are also special grades. He might not be alone after all.

“Then, I am going back home now. Remember you are going to accompany me to stress eating tomorrow.” I told her.

“Will do, as long as you pay the bill.” I heard Yae said back. The one and only fortunate thing born in a small clan is the family is quite wealthy. Well, not as wealthy as the big clans, but wealthy enough that you can laze comfortably for the rest of your life as long as you don’t spend too much luxury.

“I am back.”

“Fuuka, we are waiting for you,” Father said solemnly. Father and Mother have been sitting down, waiting for me.

“…Where is Fumi-nee?” I raised my brow. My sister is a very rowdy person. We didn’t go to the same school. She went to all Omega school while I went to a co-ed school. The reason is, my sister’s omega pheromone is quite potent. It caused quite a problem when she started middle school. She accidentally went into heat. It was her first heat and a lot of boys almost went into an instant rut and assaulted her. So, she had to be transferred.

Actually, this is also another reason that elders choose my sister. Maybe her smell can make that unruly, savage and unhinged Gojo heir fall to his knees, which to be honest, it’s a very haphazardly slapped-together plan.

Father sighed when I asked where my sister was. “Your sister…. She is…” Mother opened her mouth.

“That damn girl refused to come home.” Father hissed.

“Ah? Why?” I blinked at the unexpected answer. Actually, I thought Fumi-nee would be happy to have a chance like those soap operas. You know, the one that started with Omiai and ended up with true love, that kind of thing.

“She heard a rumour about how unhinged the heir of Gojo was and she refused to be betrothed to such a savage.” Father looked like he just swallowed a lie. I think we might get along after all.

I know my sister is a very romantic person. She is a person who believes in true love. You know the love of a prince and a princess in a fairy tale. I don’t know if it’s her Omega trait or she was born like that… nah, must be because she was born like that. It was very insulting to say all Omega is the same as my sister. Because half of my sister’s brain is filled with water and the other half is filled with flowers.

I can’t say I truly hate her, but I do find her a tad bit annoying. For example, she likes a pink bag and wants one, but she doesn’t want me to get the same pink bag which is not even in the same shade. I have to get another completely different colour. Fortunately, I don’t mind whichever colour, so I usually buy another colour, but I like wisteria purple and sky blue more. The problem is, after she saw how I matched with my bag, she would go into a rampage and demand my bag. If I refused, she would go into one of her tantrums.

No worries, I know how to handle her. Everything you buy something with her, buy two colours. One colour is your favourite and one colour is whatever colour. First, you show the whatever colour you bought and she will demand that, after a small push and pull, relent it for her and then you are free to use your favourite colour. This trick works for almost all the things I bought. She is the type that thinks the neighbour's grass is greener. As long as you know that habit of hers, it’s easy to handle her.

“So, what do we do? Cancel the appointment? The omiai is tonight, right?” I sat down.

“That’s right. But we can’t just cancel the Omiai like this. The elders won’t be happy.” Father’s face is grim. I almost sighed out loud at the word elders. Those old fossils are truly troublesome whether they are present or not.

“So, you will pose as your sister to attend the omiai.”

“What?!” I did a double take, looking at my father with a ridiculous expression. I almost blurt out you have gone mad.

“It’s fortunate the Gojo heir didn’t know what you and your sister look like.” Mother said.

“But he could have done a background check. How hard do you think for a big clan to do a simple background check.” I rolled my eyes. This method simply won’t work. Too much uncertainty.

“I don’t think Gojo heir would spend his precious time to do a background check on us,” Father said.

“But you know well that our clan is quite different. The reason that Gojo clan even considers this marriage is because our clan inherited technique. If the offspring inherited our clan technique or both for that matter, do you think they will simply let the newborn be the puppet of those old fossils?” I snorted. “The Gojo clan will definitely spit into their faces.” Actually, I do look forward to the spitting, so I can laugh at them too.

“We can’t refuse those old fossils, ahem, I mean those elders’ command. But we can hope for Gojo heir to refuse the engagement.” Father said.

“…What if he doesn’t? What if he finds out who am I and still wants to go through with this engagement?”

“…This…”

“If I got engaged to him, Fumi-nee will become the heir of the clan? You know what will happen when it does. Besides, she doesn’t have any shred of interest in jujutsu. She doesn’t even know that jujutsu sorcerers and cursed spirits are divided into ranks and those are basic.”

“…” Father is getting a headache. It was already known in the jujutsu circle that I, as the second child would inherit the heir position because my sister didn’t have any interest in this kind of matter. She was like a girl who was born in the wrong place and wrong time. If she was born in our can hay day, she would be the princess of Mutsuki clan. But she was born after the decline of the clan, which means she is now a tool for elders.

Try as we might like, we are no match for those old fossils. One word from them and we will say goodbye to the living world. Well, we might put up quite a fight if we were forced to do so. But I’d rather not. Actually, Father is hoping that Fumi-nee will cause chaos in the Omiai, making the Gojo heir dislike her thus cancelling the Omiai. With this, we actually didn’t go against those elders. The Gojo heir also would not bother with small fry like us just like he wouldn’t to every other one of his past omiai partners.

I have to give Fumi-nee a kudos that she managed to destroy the carefully thought plan like this in a matter of seconds.

“Father, you have also given me Nenekirimaru, the heirloom cursed tool of our family. I am not going to give it back.” I pouted.

“You just need to pose as your sister to attend the Omiai,” Father said.

“So you mean, I pose as her and somehow make Gojo heir disinterested enough with me so he can cancel the engagement himself without letting him know I am not Fumi-nee?”

“…yeah…” Father nodded.

“…You know that this is a very tall order.” I sighed, already knowing how tired I would be. “…I will try my best. I don’t know how it will turn out though.”

“Please do…” So, I spent my time in Fumi-nee’s bedroom, trying to get her scent into my body. ‘I will definitely whack her head later.’ I grumbled mentally. I then dressed in her clothes and then a furisode so I would smell like her. I also eat a suppressant. Fortunately, the suppressant makes sure you won’t be able to smell or leak smell. Which is perfect.

Now, I am on my way to the omiai, which hopefully the Gojo heir will cancel for our best interests. ~”~

I have been waiting for almost half an hour before the heir of Gojo actually showed up in his school uniform and then he sat as if he owned the restaurant and then ordered every single thing on the menu. “Do you want some too?” He offered the menu to me.

“Thank you, but I have eaten dinner before coming here,” I said softly, playing my part as soft Omega. The thing is, don’t do any different thing from every Omiai partner he had met and he would lose interest because I am no different.

“Oh, well, you made your choice.” He shrugged and spread his legs, waiting for the meal to come. The two of us are sitting in silence, which I don’t mind at all. I just sit there quietly like an obedient little soft Omega that was expected.

The thing I didn’t know, however, was that dead expression of mine and my straight sitting posture were already different from the other omiai partners. His omiai partners all have this love-struck expression, some even try to get into heat to lure him. Now, his omiai partner just sitting there quietly, not making any noise let alone movement. Her eyes are closed as if she was meditating.

‘So…how long should I play like this?’ I sighed. ‘I thought they said he was unhinged and unruly and savage. Well, he was unruly, but I haven’t seen the savage and unhinged side.’ But his cursed energy is no joke. It is enormous, he has the look, the fame, the strength, no wonder everyone wants a piece of him. But he smells trouble to me, with that kind of look, it will cause disaster everywhere he walks.

“So, you are my Omiai partner now?” The Gojo heir finally opened his mouth.

“Yes…” I also opened my eyes and said softly. ‘Hurry up and end it.’

“Do you want to be the Mrs. Gojo that much?”

“…” I looked him dead in the eyes, almost blurting out you think I was that desperate?

“I can’t refuse the elders' arrangement.”

“Tsk. Those old cots.” He clicked his tongue. Yeah, those old cots, are the source of your headache, no? So is mine.

“I am not interested in omiai, you see. I was forced to come here because you are Mutsuki clan's daughter.” He smirked. “You know why a small clan like yours even got a chance with me?”

“…I don’t know?” I tilted my head to the side, acting cute like Fumi-nee.

“…” Gojo heir looked at me in silence for a moment. “It’s because your clan inherited technique.” He finally said. “Your inherited technique is Mystic Eyes. Eyes that can see the black line of death that can even cut infinity, which is, to be honest, it must be exaggerated. If cutting infinity was that easy, a lot of people would have done it.”

“…” I just listen to him rambling about how mediocre my clan's inherited technique was. ‘Rather than unhinged or savage, he must be a narcissist.’ I concluded. It was fine for him to mock my clan's inherited technique, given I didn’t really care about how precious it was. Our clan inherited technique is just a trouble. Especially because it was coveted throughout history. My eyesight is blurring as a faint line comes out.

“So, you coming here is just wasting time. I won’t be seeing you for the second time, Fumio, Fumia or whatever your name is. And more importantly, you smell bad.” He scrunched his nose in disgust and put a finger under his nose to block it.

“…Well then, please enjoy the meal.” I got up from my seat and walked away in huff. Yup, I perfectly replicated everything his previous Omiai partner did.

But instead of going straight home, there is a place that I must visit first. It was a pretty secluded area with no one passing by. From the sleeve of my kimono, I procure a straw doll, a nail and a hammer. I was going to use Nenekirimaru, but I couldn’t bring it here so I chose the second best option.

I nail the straw doll on a tree and hit it with a hammer. “Goddman. That narcissist. He could just go to hell by himself. Savage? Unhinged?” I snorted. “They must have mistaken narcissists to be that. That pick me boy. He didn’t even know my scent, as if he smelled any better. He must smell like unwashed socks.” I kept nailing to vent my frustration. First, I had to clean up my idiot sister’s mess, and just now I had to listen to the rambling of a narcissist. Next time I see those old fossils I will definitely beat them half to death.

“Fuuuhh…” I wiped the sweat off my forehead. I feel a little better after all of that, using Nenekirimaru would be even more satisfying though. Now, I can finally go home in peace. Unbeknownst to me, someone followed me all the way and saw what I did to the poor doll and tree.

“I am back, Father, Mother.” I massaged my sore shoulders.

“How was it?”

“He said he won’t be seeing me for the second time and that I smell bad.” I was seething and smiling at the same time.

“A…At least, the elders won’t bother us anymore.” Father stuttered. “Seems like your sister's scent is not effective.”

“With this, the elders will give up on us. What a happy celebration.” I said. ~”~

As I have promised with Yae, today we are going to stress-eat. “Fuu, you are more irritated than usual. What happened yesterday?”

“Of course it had to be my idiot sister’s mess I had to clean up.” I rolled my eyes as I chomped on the cake.

“What did she do?”

“She had an omiai but bailed out. So I had to pose as her.”

“Oh, and then?”

“The omiai partner can’t be more oblivious than he was. He’s talking like everyone is an ant and he is the only human.” I grumbled. “Unruly? Well, he was unruly, but savage and unhinged? They must have their eyes checked. That clearly is a narcissistic attitude.”

“Was he that bad?”

“Why yes of course. Even garbage on the street is much better than him. I wonder if there’s any Omega or people in that matter that can fully accept him. If they can, their heart must be as big as the universe.” I finished my rambling.

“But with this, no one will bother you anymore, right?” Yae giggled. Kurogane Yae, my one and only best friend. She is an Omega, with her look that is like Yamato Nadeshiko herself, suitors lined up like there’s no tomorrow. Sadly, my friend here has no interest in them. She won’t spare a glance at a thing she doesn’t like. She clearly knows what she likes and what she doesn’t. So, for other suitors out there that are trying to get her heart, good luck to all of you. I will just watch from the sideline.

“I hope so.” I nodded. “I will murder those old fossils if they dare to arrange another marriage.” I hissed under my breath. ~”~

After the whole omiai thing is over, Fumi-nee comes back from her school dorm. That is where she stayed if she didn’t want to go home after all. The reason Father didn’t drag her back was because; it was a waste of time. If we didn’t manage to get to the omiai on time, the old fossils would be furious and more trouble for us.

Rather than feeling guilty or remorse, she is actually giddy at the whole thing. “Thank god, now I don’t even need to see the face of that savage, unruly and unhinged boy. Thank you, Fuu-chan. You are the best sister ever.” Fumi-nee giggled.

“…” I didn’t say anything and continued eating my dinner.

“You still have the guts to say this! If not for your sister’s hard work, we won’t even be here.” Father slammed his chopstick on the table.

“But I didn’t ask to be in an arranged marriage!” Fumi-nee argued. “Who the hell did this in this modern time anyway? People should be free to love anyone they like.”

“You don’t have to accept him. All you need to do was attend.” Father sighed. Sometimes he wonders if he raised his oldest daughter the wrong way. It’s the hard truth that the oldest daughter was definitely his, his wife won’t cheat. He knew that the best, so all he could wonder was if he raised her the wrong way. But his youngest daughter came out fine with his method of raising.

His youngest daughter is sensible, though before her secondary gender manifested at the age of 5, she was really alike with her sister. Happy and carefree. Maybe… maybe it all began from that one sentence of his oldest daughter.

“Beta? You are a Beta? I don’t want a Beta sister! Why can’t you be an Omega? You are supposed to be an Omega. We are supposed to be Omega Sisters. When we grow up, we will have our own Alpha spouses. If you are a Beta, you won’t be a perfect match for Alpha.”

Honestly, it was a dumb reason. But that dumb reason made her youngest daughter distanced herself from her sister. She began to take an interest in learning jujutsu, even though she didn’t have innate technique or inherited technique. But she is the best choice as the heir.

“Hmph! whatever. It’s all over anyway. We won’t need to see him anymore. Besides, I already have a boyfriend. Listen, Fuu-chan, he was so sweet. Always waiting for me at the front gate with flowers. Kyaaa!!!” Fumi-nee squealed.

“A boyfriend? You have a boyfriend?” Mother blinked.

“Yep. He is just so handsome, nice, gentlemanly and most importantly an Alpha that smells really good.” Fumi-nee said dreamily. “He is just like the prince I have been dreaming of since I was a little. To be honest, I almost went into heat one time because of that.”

“What?! Fumiko!”

“It’s okay. I ate suppressant on time and no, I didn’t go into heat. It was truly an accident. He also didn’t know that effect was that strong. He apologized and our love life started from there.” She giggled.

‘No wonder she smells a bit off.’ I blinked. Some of her boyfriend's smell lingered. He did a good job concealing his bad smell or else Father and Mother would hunt him down already. I scrunch my nose in disgust, ‘He smells so bad that I am going to puke.’

“What’s wrong, Fuu-chan?”

“I don’t like the smell. It’s disgusting.” I answered honestly.

“How rude. He smells heavenly, okay?” She pouted. “You are just jealous that I already have an Alpha boyfriend.” She huffed. “That’s why you should be an Omega too.” She muttered under her breath.

“…I am done.” I sighed.

“Fuuka.”

“It’s fine. I am just going to do my homework or something.” I went back to my bedroom. Yeah, I know I am not a girlfriend material due to my secondary gender. I do wonder sometimes what would happen if I were an Omega, but the next thought made me shudder and sober. If I was an Omega, wouldn’t I be like Fumi-nee then, brain filled with water and flower? Because I knew I was really alike to her when I was small, and then I would thank god that my secondary gender was not Omega. I refuse to be like her and I apologize from the bottom of my heart that some Omega was associated with being like her because she is like that. ~”~

My following days are supposed to be peaceful normal days with no more arranged marriage thing. “Yae…?” I looked at my friends who suddenly lagging behind me. “What’s wrong?” I walked back to her, but I received no response.

Yae who has been staring at the house where she stopped suddenly moved forward to the said house. My gut instinct is screaming danger. In reflex I pull Yae roughly and throw her away so I was the one who was dragged inside the house instead by numerous transparent hands that suddenly appeared.

“Ooff!” I was thrown into the hard floor. “My rear…” I eased the pain by rubbing it a little and then got up and patted the dust that clung to my skirt.

“A domain expansion…” I sighed as my eyes had concluded such. “It’s good that I made a point to take Nenekirimaru everywhere,” I said. “Now, should I kill it or just leave it alone?” I mumbled. To be honest, exorcising is a pain. Because it will bring all sorts of trouble later, but not exorcising it is also a problem. I feel guilty if I know there’s a danger right in front of me but I ignore it. It’s a different matter if I don’t know, then I won’t give it a shit.

“Me and my personality…” I sighed in a resigned manner. If I don’t exorcise it now, it will eat other people and knowing that fact but not doing anything will make me feel really guilty. I unsheathe Nenekirimaru and wonder deeper, to the direction where the foul smell and cursed energy are coming from.

The domain of this special grade must be some kind of barrier type. Because there are a lot of lower-grade spirits trapped inside. They are either for the meals or trapped unknowingly. So, I meet one, I exorcise one. I meet two, I exorcised two, all the way to the deepest part of the domain, where the special grade must be.

“You are the Monkey Boss, I guess.” I looked at the cursed spirits. It’s a huge earthworm in white colour by the way. The cursed spirit sensing I am a threat, lunges forward with its mouth open, trying to swallow me whole. “Sorry, it won’t work.” I made a wide stroke and it recoiled back in pain.

My eyesight turns blurry and faint black lines appear, and then the next second my eyesight is clear again along with the clear black line. The rest of the work is easy now, just follow the line and cut it accordingly. Remember not to use too much cursed energy or the domain will be cut along with it and the whole house will collapse. With a final cut being made, the earthworm collapsed, mutilated to pieces and then disintegrated.

Just as the last piece of the cursed spirit falls down, I sense another one, so pivot at high speed and thrust Nenekirimaru forward, but manage to skew the trajectory at the last second, because it’s not a cursed spirit, it’s a human, no, a jujutsu sorcerer. But my Nenekirimaru still grazed his cheek a tiny bit. I blink rapidly and pull back Nenekirimaru. “You…” Just as I was going to say something threatening or something along the line. A smell hits my nose full force, the smell of wisteria flower and a hint of citrus, the smell is so divine that it makes my body hot right this instant.

I jump back, startled. The smell is triggering my rut. And by the look of it, he is in the same situation. His nose flares, pupils dilated and his Adam's apple bobs up and down. ‘I wonder what he tastes like.’  A low needy growl escapes my throat unconsciously and he takes a step forward. That small action brings me back to reality. I quickly rummaged through my skirt pocket to pull out a suppressant. I popped one into my mouth right after I found it and threw the small container to him. He catches it with an absolutely trained-to-perfect reflex and smells it.

“…It’s suppressant. Don’t go crazy yet.” I said when I saw him smelling it, a lingering of my scent on the container. A low primal growl comes out from his throat as he finally forces himself to take one of the suppressants. I sigh in relief when it’s kicking in because his expression is more controlled now and we can hopefully just forget the whole thing.

“I am going, please take care of the rest.” I bowed and then made a mad dash outside. However, instead of exit, I ran into the said teen instead. “Bwah!?” I blanked for a moment as he nosed my neck. “Wa-!” I felt goosebumps throughout my body (the good ones).

“What do you know now? My omiai partner was an Alpha all along, hm?” I could feel a smirk against my neck as his limbs were strongly stuck to me, preventing my escape.

“I was not your omiai partner,” I grumbled, trying to move my arm so I could hit him with Nenekirimaru. Even though we ate suppressants, close-ups like this still make us pick up each other scent faintly, and it makes me relax a whole lot. His scent somehow makes me feel very safe and I almost just purr. I know the teen, Gojo heir, picks up my body language as his hand gently traces patterns on my back and his eyes soften.

“We met just… a week ago. It’s rude to forget me after our omiai.” He pouted.

“I remember you said we won’t be seeing each other anymore.”

“See, so you did remember.” He pointed out.

“Tsk.” I clicked my tongue. “Let me go.”

“Nope.” He popped the ‘p’. “I want to know why my Omiai partner was not an Omega. I know those old fossils are the absolute sticker of Alpha and Omega is the best pair.”

“I was not your omiai partner…” I sighed.

“Satoru, are you al…” A new voice made me jump and I pushed the Gojo heir away, but it was no avail. I was completely trapped in his iron grip of a back hug. “Am I interrupting something?” The new guy, bang guy smiled.

“You aren’t. Please tell this guy to let me go.”

“Suguru~ she was my omiai partner. You know that one.”

“Oh, the one that you said cursing you with straw doll and nail?”

I look at him horrified. How did this man know about that?!

“I followed you because I thought you would cry like every other girl I was partnered up with, so I wanted to watch. Who would have thought you were cursing me with straw doll and nail and hammer to boot.”

“I wish I could stab you with Nenekirimaru instead,” I grumbled.

“Fuu!” A flurry sweet smell of orange blossom and jasmine wafted into my nose as my best friend hugged me.

“I am fine, Yae.”

“Sorry, because of me…”

“It was not because of you.” I flicked her forehead. “I also don’t know a special grade was here.”

“So, he was your Oimiai partner?” Yae pulled back and looked up to Gojo heir. “Nice to meet you, I am Kurogane Yae. Fuu’s best friend.”

“I am Gojo Satoru. Fuu’s omiai partner.”

“You weren’t.” I groaned. “Fumi-nee… Fumiko-neesan was supposed to be your Omiai partner. But she bailed, so I was forced to attend so those old fossils wouldn’t cause trouble to our family.” I said. “Rather than that, let me go.”

“Nope. I knew those old cots were trouble. They never stop causing me stress.” Gojo heir answered.

“But, Satoru. You said she smelled bad.” Suguru tilted his head.

“…Yeah, she smelled so bad last time we met. You washed up properly now?” He smirked down at me with that mocking tone of his.

“…” Instead of a verbal response, I bit his arm.

“Yeowch!” Gojo heir pushed me away, finally. But my damn body reacts differently at the loss of his scent and warmth, I almost just whine because of it.

“…It was Fumi-nee’s smell. I wore her clothes and ate suppressant so I wouldn’t be found out.” I grumbled.

“…No wonder my smell didn’t affect you that night. Usually, Omega will go into instant heat the moment they smell me… wait, you did.”

“You did too.” I blurted out. ‘Why is this guy talking like I was the only one who went into a rut? He did too.’ I pouted.

“…You two went into a rut the moment you smelled each other scent…?” Suguru blinked. “What’s this? A fated pair or something?” Amusement danced in his eyes.

“That is just a myth or rather a made-up belief,” I mumbled.

“But our scent compliments each other well. Too well, in fact.” Gojo heir said.

“…” I have the same thought. But I won’t say it out loud. “Anyway, I will leave the rest to you. I am going to take Yae home.”

“Ah, about that… Suguru-san will take me home.” She smiled sheepishly. I blink once, twice and make an ‘o’ shape mouth as they bid goodbye to us.

“Your friend ditched you for her new boyfriend.” Gojo heir cackled.

“…I don’t really mind,” I answered which caught him off guard. “I will be glad if a strong person like him can protect Yae. Though I guess, Yae will be dragged into the pointless of power strife in jujutsu circle.” I sighed. “But if she is happy, I don’t really care who her partner is.”

“How about you then? Didn’t you attend Omiai searching for a partner?”

“Hah! You wish!” I rolled my eyes. “I told you, Fumi-nee was supposed to be your omiai partner, but she bailed out. I just attended to make sure those old fossils wouldn’t find out she ditched. And I was sure you would cancel the omiai anyway, which you did. I am grateful for that.” I said.

“And… no one really wants an Alpha as their life partner. Especially even more so in jujutsu circle…” I muttered under my breath softly.

“But I would.” He suddenly said.

“Would what?” I tilted my head.

“I would like an Alpha as my life partner. Especially if the said Alpha is you.” He smirked and threw a wink at me.

“…” I was stunned for a moment before breaking into a fit of laughter. “What? Are you comforting me now?” I tried to hold my laughter. “Thanks, but it’s fine. I know my own worth. Besides, the people in jujutsu circle are all extreme misogynists anyway. I don’t want to be paired up with those kind of people.” I smiled.

“…”

“What?” I frowned at Gojo heir who suddenly went still.

“But I am not misogynist.” He pouted, which was actually kind of cute.

“Yeah, you are not.” I shook my head. “You are a narcissist.”

“Hey! How rude!” He huffed. “It’s a fact that I am the strongest.”

“Ha! I already cut your infinity anyway.” Realization dawned on both of us. ‘Ah, damn. Me and my big mouth.’ I cursed

“You… was that…” Gojo heir walked to me.

“If you are going to propose another omiai, then don’t. We won’t… I won’t accept it.” I said coldly. ‘Yes, that’s right. They just want our clan's inherited technique. They want… my eyes…’

At night, I got a text from Yae telling me Geto Suguru was an absolute gentleman. My mouth twitched at that, he sure does look like it, but a little shady though. Then my mind instantly goes to the other one, the holder of Six Eyes. Is it weird that my mind can perfectly conjure him, down to the smallest detail after two meetings? The answer is yes, it’s weird and it’s creepy. But his smell… is still lingering in my nose or something, I feel like I can still smell him and the moment I close my eyes, the smell will get even stronger. A low growl and whine escape my throat, just imagining it triggers my rut. I pant heavily while rubbing my thighs and quickly rummaged my drawer for another dose of suppressant. ~”~

Gojo Satoru never in his wildest dream ever thought that someone's scent could trigger his rut. It’s usually the other way around. His scent was the one triggering everyone, especially Omegas’ heat. And it was a scent of an Alpha to boot. ‘A very cute, wild, and strong Alpha.’ His brain added.

“Shut up.” Satoru groaned at his own thought as he plopped onto his bed. He then takes a deep breath to calm himself, only for his nose to smell that freesia flower with a hint of pear scent. The scent of that Alpha, and he groans once again, sensing something is being woken up.

At first meeting in their omiai, he did think she was a tad bit different from his other omiai partners, who resorted to a lot of funny ideas, which for example jumped on him the moment he arrived while in heat or something along that line. His omiai partner was just sitting there quietly as if waiting for something, waiting for the omiai to end. Well, he was getting bored too being forced to go to an omiai after omiai. Why he did then? Just to spite those old cots of course. He took a strange dark glee when he saw his omiai partner cry and he would be summoned to meet the old cots to listen to their angry rants.

So he thought this one would be the same, albeit she didn’t resort to any stupid method. It’s just that she smelled bad, really bad, like rotten flesh. Fortunately, it was faint, so he could endure. And after she went with a huff, a sneer came out and he followed her from a distance, curious how this rotten-smelling girl would cry.

Surprise surprise, rather than crying, she went to curse him instead, using a straw doll, nail and hammer. But she didn’t use any cursed energy at all, so it was most likely to vent her frustration. Satoru thought that was funny, her personality might actually fit with them, the special grade trio. It’s not a problem if she comes from a small clan. Too bad she smelled so bad that he didn’t want to be near her more than necessary.

Their second meeting was purely accidental. He and Suguru were assigned to another mission of special grade like usual, until when they arrived at the scene, they saw a girl trying to break into a domain of said special grade. Apparently, her friend was caught instead of her. Suguru tried to calm her down while I went inside to search for her friend, which most likely already dead.

Imagine his surprise when he saw a girl mutilating the special grade with such grace and ease as if she were doing a sword dance instead. He was so in trance that he slipped up his control over his cursed energy. The girl whirled with such speed, aiming for his head and changed her trajectory in the last second, so it grazed his cheek a tiny bit. Now, Gojo was internally shocked, he was sure he had his infinity up the moment he stepped into this domain and with the cursed spirit dead, the domain was no more, but his infinity was still up nonetheless.

He was about to ask how she did that when her scent hit his nose in full force. The smell of freesia flower and pear. His nose flared, pupils dilated and his entire body was screaming to claim her right this instant. The girl knew what was happening to both of them as she jumped back to create distance and quickly rummaged through her pocket to take out the suppressant and throw the container to him.

Him, being the idiot he was, instead of actually taking the suppressant pill, he smelled the container for her lingering scent. The suppressant pill worked too quickly to his liking. Because the girl's smell faded quickly. “…It’s suppressant. Don’t go crazy yet.” Her clear voice rang out, like a chime in summer. That snapped him out of his trance quickly and took a suppressant pill.

Gojo Satoru finally took a real look at her. Now now, she was his omiai partner in his latest arranged marriage meeting. But the quality of her voice is different, last time she used a soft Omega-like voice. This must be her real voice. Or did she have a twin? Satoru remembers that Mutsuki clan only has two daughters, and they aren’t twins. And the one who was his omiai partner was supposed to be the Omega eldest daughter. But his whole body and soul were sure that they were the same person. So, he tested his theory.

He caught her before she could run away, and the truth finally came out. She was the one who attended the omiai instead of her sister because her sister bailed out last minute. She ate a suppressant and wore her sister's clothes so she wouldn’t be found out as an Alpha. Well, he would be tricked too, if he didn’t smell her scent. She looks like an Omega and acts like Beta, but actually an Alpha.

Satoru did think about proposing another omiai when he saw how resigned she was because she was an Alpha. In jujutsu circle, those old cots believe Alpha and Omega made the best couple. So, it somehow became some sort of unwritten rule for clans to have their Alpha heir, and seek an Omega spouse. Which, let’s be honest, it was a load of bullshit.

Until she slipped up that she is the owner of Mystic Eyes. The eyes that rival Six Eyes. He thought Mystic Eyes must be some kind of exaggerating joke, but now he had seen it first hand, they were no joke. If she didn’t change her course, he would either suffer fatal injury or worse die on the spot.

She quickly rejected any attempt of another omiai with him. But why does she have that sad face? Did she think he was going to propose another omiai because he wanted her eyes? Well then, she was wrong. Rather than her inherited technique, he was more attracted to her swordplay, her voice her laugh and her smile and then her eyes, as in the physical construction of her eyes, not her inherited technique. Her eyes were such a beautiful colour that he could just stare at them all day long.

But first, he must clear the misunderstanding first. Maybe they can start with being friends. However, he hoped they would quickly pass that stage because her smell was triggering his rut. He knew it was not as simple as their scent being super compatible. Something from the depth of his soul is screaming she is the one, don’t let her go. Maybe the fated pair is not a myth after all. ~”~

“Yo, Yae.” Our attention was drawn to three people with black uniforms of jujutsu high. The bang guy is waving at us.

“Suguru-san.” A smile bloomed on Yae’s face. The other girl must be the last special grade in their class.

“Hello, I am Ieiri Shoko. Dumb and Dumber’s classmate.” She introduced herself as such.

“I am Kurogane Yae. Nice to meet you.” Yae smiled.

“…” She looked at Yae and the at bang guy, Geto Suguru. “Seriously Suguru, why such a nice girl like her can like a dumb guy like you.” Ieri-san pointed out. “You must have saved a planet or something in your last life.” She said.

“Hehehe, thank you. Ieiri-san. But Suguru-san is fine the way he is.”

“…” Ieri-san blinked again. “I didn’t detect any weird cursed energy.” She muttered.

“Shoko, I didn’t manipulate her, okay?” Suguru sighed.

“Well. I will leave that for now. And this is?” Ieiri-san looked at me.

“Mutsuki Fuuka. Nice to meet you.” I extended my hand for a handshake.

“Ieiri Shoko…. Mutsuki… are you from Mutsuki clan?”

“Yes.” I nodded.

“The one that cursed Satoru using a straw doll after an omiai? That one?” An amused smile etched on her lips.

“…” I looked at them blankly. ‘Just how many people does he tell this about?’

“The very same.” Suguru nodded his head.

“…” Her mouth is in an ‘o’ shape. “I like her.” She gave me a thumbs up.

“Thank you…?” I blinked owlishly. And the said teen is quieter than usual? Is there something wrong with him? Is he sick?

“Can we talk?” Gojo heir suddenly said.

“Talk?” I tilted my head. “I don’t mind…”

“Great, let’s change the place.” He then led me to a park near our school. He sits in one of the park benches, manspreads. “Why don’t you sit?”

“Oh…” I sat on the small space left. “So, what do you want to talk about?”

“First, I want to clear a misunderstanding.” He started.

“Misunderstanding?” I blinked.

“Yeah… I didn’t attempt to propose another omiai because of your inherited technique. I truly thought we might click with each other.”

“Oh…” I nodded slowly. “…Because of our scent?”

“…There’s that too…” He mumbled, a pinkish tint dusting his cheeks. “Well, in any case, I do hope we can be friends. Not as the heirs of Gojo and Mutsuki clans. But just as plain Gojo Satoru and Mutsuki Fuuka.” Gojo heir, no Gojo Satoru stood up in front of me and extended his hand.

“…What will happen if we become friends?”

“Depend on what you want to happen.” Even though he said that I could see a small hope of us being more in his eyes because I was the same. I do hope I will be accepted as me completely without being discriminated against as Alpha.

While being an Alpha female sounds cool. In actuality, they were discriminated against a lot. Males don’t like them because they are bossy and demanding, they can’t act cute like most Omega or Beta females. So, it lowers their self-esteem or something. We can act cute, but the moment we do, we will be labelled as cheap, attention seekers or something along that line. And females don’t like them for being attention hogger, in a different way than other secondary genders. Thus, a lot of them envy Alpha females, making them most likely to be isolated as an outcast.

I, fortunately, was born with a face like an Omega, and often classified as such. So, I was exempted from discrimination as long as I could keep up my façade. But I also don’t want to be bothered by a lot of people, so I act like a Beta. This façade works as long as my scent doesn’t leak out, thus the suppressant. I am just thankful that the suppressant is completely safe and doesn’t have harmful side effects.

“I…” I started. “I don’t know what I want to happen yet.” Because I know all my action to him now is out of my control. As if something pulled us to be together, something deeper connected to us. I don’t want to be with him because of that something. I want to be with him because I truly love him with my whole body and soul. Still… “But I would like to be friends with you.” I grabbed his hand for a handshake only for him to pull me against him completely. “Gojo-san?”

“Just call me Satoru.” I heard him mumble while nosing my neck.

“You know, friends don’t imprint their scent on each other like this.” I sighed but made no motion to push him away because I felt safe. I want to stay like this forever.

“They did.” He hummed while burying his nose deeper into my neck, where my scent gland is. I ate a suppressant so, my scent was weak. But that doesn’t stop him at all. “You can imprint your scent on me too. Rather, I would like that very much, please.” He then looked at me with a very cute begging expression. Like a kitty abandoned in the rain.

“Okay…” I nodded. I can’t win if he used an expression like this. And the giddiness on his face when I agreed is cute too.

“So, remember to invite us when you two get married.” A voice that I identified as Geto Suguru startled me.

“We aren’t…”

“Shut up, Suguru. Don’t show off because you already got your mate.” Satoru frowned while burying me deeper into his chest. “We are starting as friends first,” Satoru said.

“Friends…?” I knew from that tone that the three of them were utterly confused. Actually, I am too. Which part of our actions toward each other is considered friends? More specifically, for people who just started being friends. ~”~

Being friends with Satoru means, I got dragged along with his stupid pranks and shenanigans. Even though we attend different schools, that didn’t stop him at all. Rather, they always came to pick us up, both Satoru and Suguru. Well, Suguru is picking up Yae. Shoko sometimes comes with them sometimes not. Because of her reversed cursed techniques, demands of her being on school ground is higher than the strongest combi, a nickname I heard from Shoko.

But I do feel like life is more fun with Satoru entering my world. As if some part of the closed world opened up. The thing we do when meeting each other is scenting. It’s basically a routine at this point. To the point that the rest of them are wondering when we are going to make it official. Actually, I also don’t know. I want to ask but at the same time, I was afraid that Satoru would say we are just friends. I know friends don’t imprint their scent like this. But, who knows, maybe Gojo clan’s teaching is like that or Satoru is just like that from the start.

Another change in me was that I ate less strong suppressant because he said he wanted more of my scent. Seriously, he should stop wording it like that or I might have just taken him right there and then. To claim him and imprint my scent everywhere on his body, with him begging for more.

Our usual routine is being picked up from school and then we go somewhere to eat sweets or play in a game arcade. On Sunday, we met up and then they brought me along to their mission. My role, rather, Yae and my roles giving them praise after completing their mission flashily, I might add. Satoru would look at me with imaginary ears and wagging tails, asking for praise while holding his hands out, waiting for me to slip comfortably into his awaiting arms. At first, I didn't understand the implication and the result, I got a sulky and pouty Satoru, until Suguru dropped a hint to me by wrapping his arms around Yae. I finally got it and gave him a pat on his head while having him buried in the crook of my neck inhaling my scent.

Anyway, today Yae said we are going to double dates. So, we have been waiting for Satoru and Suguru for a while at the amusement park entrance. Lo and behold, lots of eyes are staring at them when they make their entrance. Some even drool because of them. I know that is the natural reaction from Betas and Omegas, especially females. But I still feel irritated nonetheless, even though we are not a couple…yet…

I come up to Satoru, pull him down to the crook of my neck and nose his neck, imprinting my scent on him, and let’s not forget the glare I gave to the surrounding people for looking at him. My mind is racing with thoughts to just give him a Bond Mate Mark and let the whole world know he is mine. But I am not sure if Satoru would like that, so I refrained.

“Fuu…”

“What?”

“You didn’t eat suppressant today?” His eyes oddly sparkled and bright when he said that.

“Should I?”

“No.” He shook his head. “I like this better. You don’t need to cover for your smell, Fuu. I love it.” He smiled.

“That’s good then.” I smiled. For the remainder of our amusement park tour, Satoru and I are attached to the hip. However, the act itself doesn’t completely deter attempts made to him. There are still a lot of Betas and Omegas females that are trying to come up to him which was avoided, some even got into heat after being exposed to his scent. Fortunately, the suppressant I brought along with me came in handy. I pop the pill to their mouths, to those females that go into heat.

“Satoru, here is your ice-“ My shoulder bumped into someone. “Ah, I am sorry.” I apologized. It’s fortunate the ice cream is still intact.

“You think apologizing is enough? Why do you think police is for.” The bumped person Man A sneered.

I exhale softly. “I will pay for your medical bill then. Is ten thousand enough?”

“Yo, girlie, the world doesn’t work like that.” He looked down on me. “Oh, aren’t you a cutie Omega? Well, I know how to pay for my medical bill.” He leered, licking his lips.

“Ha? Is your nose blocked or something? Should have smelled yourself first.”

“You…” He made a motion to grab my hand but was suddenly lifted up high by someone.

“How dare you touch my Fuu. Do you have a death wish?” Satoru hissed from behind me. “Forget it, I will grant your death easy and quick now.” He glared. His scent comes out full force along with the upward spike of his cursed energy.

“Satoru, you can’t do that. Or else those old fossils will use this chance to control you.” I said. To be honest, even if he did kill, it’s not a big deal. But this is a crowd, Satoru would be labelled and annoying pests would attach themselves to him and I wouldn’t want that.

“But he!”

“Satoru.” I looked at him sternly. Satoru lets out a small whine like a kicked puppy. He walks a few steps away from me with the man still hanging by his hand and dumps him unceremoniously, then he walks back to me with a pouting expression, hugging me tightly as if he was the one who was being bullied.

“Fuu…” He whined.

“You did good.” I patted his head, earning a satisfied low purr from him.

“Fuu, are you alright?” Yae and Suguru came to us.

“Yes. But I should be going home now.” I smiled.

“Why? …Oh…” Seems like they caught on.

“What about suppressant?” Suguru asked.

“It won’t work. My yearly rut cycle is almost here, adding to the fact that Satoru just released his scent full force…” I started to pant, my breath uneven, eyes blurry. For jujutsu sorcerers like us, cursed energy output is connected to scent output. Thus, our rut cycles are triggered in our second meeting. Because we were letting our cursed energy flare up to the maximum.

“Fuu! I will take you away now! Suguru, I will leave the rest to you!” I heard Satoru say and then we teleported.

My nose is assaulted by the dizzying smell of his. “You…” I willed myself to control my rut. This guy teleported to the worst possible place. His room in Jujutsu High dorm. This is basically screaming to attack him.

“Stay here and I will call for Shoko.” Satoru put me on the bed. With a strength I don’t know I had, I yank him back to the bed and straddle his hip. “Fuu-“ I crashed my lips into his, swallowing whatever words he was going to say. My tongue pries open his mouth and explores his cavern.

Claim him! My whole body, soul and mind are screaming for me to claim this man in front of me as mine. Don’t let him slip away from your grasp! We have waited long enough! I hear a scream like that from the depths of my soul.

I pull back and growl because my scent is also triggering his rut, his is poking directly into my own, throbbing deliciously. My pupils dilate at his empowering smell that mingles perfectly with mine and his half-lidded lust-filled icy glacial eyes. ‘No!’ I bit my arm hard, blood dripping onto his pristine white sheet and his eyes widened.

“Fuu!” He screamed in panic. “What are you!” The lust cleared for a moment.

“Hurry up… and knock me out…” I gritted out. “If you don’t want…this…so…hurry…” My sober mind is starting to be cloudy again, screaming to claim him.

“Fuu…” Satoru’s eyes softened and he showed his neck to me, an act asking to be claimed. To be made as mine. “I have always wanted this. We both have always wanted this for so long. So, please claim me as yours. Made me yours. I want to be claimed by none other than you, my Alpha.” Any self-control and reason have snapped and gone forever when he called me that.

That day, Gojo Satoru becomes mine, as I am his. ~”~

I woke up groggily, my mind was still foggy from whatever happened yesterday until an amused chuckle rang into my ears. I feel stroking on my hair, a light touch on my face and then down to my neck, where a certain mark like a tribal tattoo has formed, it sends a pleasant tingling sensation to my whole body. And I also finally feel a strong arm wrapped around my hip and I am lying on someone’s warm board chest. “Satoru…?” I mumbled sleepily.

“You woke up?” He asked in the softest whisper.

“Yeah,” I answered but snuggled deeper into his chest, inhaling his scent. Chests pressing against each other, feet tangled to each other, while the sheets are covering the lower halves of our bodies.

“Still sleepy?”

“Just want to snuggle to you.”

“We should wash up and change the sheet. After that, we can snuggle all you like.” Satoru suggested.

“…A very tempting idea. But I am too lazy to move.” My hand came up to the nape of his neck, where the same mark like tribal tattoo decorated his pale unblemished neck, not so unblemished now because of yesterday's activity. Satoru caught my arm which was bandaged due to the self-inflicted wound yesterday and kissed on the wound softly.

“I will carry and wash you.” He laughed.

“…You are not going to do anything?” I cracked open my eyes to peer up at him.

“As long as you don’t want me to.” He grinned. Now, with bond mate marks being given to each other. We can never bind ourselves to other people anymore. This only signifies one thing, a marriage.

“…”

“Fuu?”

“I forgot to tell my parents I was not going home…”

“Oh, Yae has handled that. She told your parents that you were going to spend the night on hers.” Satoru answered.

“I will bet my whole existence that she and Suguru either went to the hotel or back into his room here.”

“As expected from my cute, lovely Alpha. Suguru and Yae didn’t come back, they must have gone to a hotel.” He chuckled.

“Oh? I am cute and lovely now? Who was it begging while crying prettily for me yesterday?” I raised my brow.

“Then, my strong, hot, wild and sexy Alpha. Better?” Satoru whispered against my lips.

“I like strong, cute, lovely, hot, wild and sexy Alpha better.” I grinned.

“Okay, my strong, cute, lovely, hot, wild and sexy Alpha.” He pressed a kiss on my forehead, making me giggle.

“By the way, Satoru…”

“Hm?”

“…Except for our super compatible scent, what do you like from me anyway?”

“I love all of you, Fuu, my love. The scent might be the trigger, but I love your laugh. I think I fell in love right after hearing you laugh on our first, no should be second meeting. Your everything, from the tip of your hair, to the curve and dip of your body until the end of your toes. You are just perfect. And most importantly your eyes.” He traced my lower lip. “Not because of your inherited technique, but your physical eyes, they are such a beautiful hue. I can just stare at them all day, getting lost in them.”

I know Satoru isn’t so shallow to love me because of my inherited technique, but a small part of me keeps wondering whether it was the case or not. And I know in this late game, asking this is like doubting his love. But I need an assurance.

“You don’t need to feel guilty.” Satoru kissed my eyelids. “I should have told you sooner. I knew your clan's inherited technique was coveted by a lot of people. And it was right of you to be cautious. That’s why, I will assure you every time. I want you, because you are you, Mutsuki Fuuka, the one and only that is worthy of my love.”

“Thank you, Satoru.” I nuzzled closer to his hand.

“You are very welcome, love.” ~”~

But after cleaning up and finally sober from my yearly rut cycle. I am in a dilemma on how to break this news to my parents. “Fuu, what’s wrong?” Satoru asked as he noticed me being absent-minded.

“I am wondering how to break the news to my parents.” I sighed. Now, clad only with his white shirt… well, my clothing was being washed and dried for now while my underwear… well, let’s hope they can rest in peace.

“I can just tell them directly that I want you to be my spouse. Well, I want no one other than you anyway.” Satoru pointed out.

“Will your clan agree?”

“They will. Come here.” Satoru moved me to his lap.

“How are you so sure?”

“They were praying to gods and our ancestors every day for someone to accept their unruly, savage and unhinged son…”

“Don’t forget narcissist.”

“I am not a narcissist. Don’t be so mean, Fuu.” He pouted.

“Sorry. I like to see your cute pouting face. Hehehe…” I giggled.

“I am always cute. It’s just no one noticed it.” He batted his eyelashes.

“That’s good then. Because if they noticed, I might have to pull some strings.” I answered.

“…”

“Satoru?” I peered up at him when I heard no comeback.

“You know, Fuu. When you say it like that, I really want to see what you would do?” Desire swirled in his eyes.

“You would be afraid of me.” I shook my head.

“Nope. I won’t. I would feel happy because you did it for me. I don’t think there would be a mate that won’t feel happy at how far their spouse was willing to go just to keep them by their sides.” Satoru cupped my face and tilted it up. I accept the invitation and rise up to meet his soft, kissable and plump lips.

“You only need to act cute in front of me, okay, Satoru.”

“Yeah, will do. My strong, cute, lovely, hot, wild and sexy Alpha.”

“…Way to ruin the mood.” I rolled my eyes.

“Eeehhh? But Fuu~~~~~ At least tell me which part of me you like?”

“Your cute begging face.” I giggled.

“Just that?” He gave me an abandoned kitty look, with upturned eyes.

“Your body?” I giggled.

“Fuu~~~~”

“I love your everything, silly. Just like you said, the trigger might be our scent, but I do fall in love with you as time goes by. You are my perfection, made only for me.” I whispered. “And there’s one thing I knew very well about your eyes.”

“That is?”

“Six Eyes won’t be as pretty as they are now if they are not on you.” my lips curved into a smile. ~”~

“Father, Mother, there’s something I would like to tell you about.” After coming back from my supposed sleepover at Yae’s house, I have been thinking for a few weeks and I think it’s better for me to just tell them honestly.

“Is it very important?” Father asked.

“Yes, very.” I nodded.

“Wait for a moment. There’s someone else coming in about *ding song* now.”

Mother then goes to receive the guest.

“Satoru?” I blinked at the guest, while Satoru just smiled at me.

“So, what do you want to talk about?” Father finally asked after Satoru is seated beside me. “No wait, I think I already knew what you are going to talk about. So, let me ask just one question to Gojo heir. Will that be okay?”

“Yes.” Satoru nodded.

“Can I entrust my daughter fully to you?”

“Absolutely,” Satoru answered without any hesitation.

“…” I blinked owlishly, and bit by bit it sank in. My mouth turns to an ‘o’ shape, while Mother giggles at me.

“Fuu. You don’t need to worry, even if you marry to Gojo clan. You will still be the heir of Mutsuki clan. Father and Mother are sorry for letting you shoulder the burden as Mystic Eyes alone and for you to have covered up your true secondary gender.” Father said that all in one breath.

“…You knew?” My eyes widened.

“Of course we know about it. We are your parents. How could I not know about my own daughter’s condition.” Father rolled his eyes. “But with you not saying anything, that was actually for the best. I have no intention of making you a tool for those old fossi, ahem, those elders. Your sister isn’t interested in jujutsu from the start, so there’s no need to worry about her. With her personality, it’s probably for the best if she just marries a stable normal man outside. We were more worried about you. There was a time that we thought you wouldn’t get married at all.” Father sighed.

Actually, there was. I thought it was better for Mutsuki clan to die out so, no more of our clan people would be tools for those old fossils or being coveted for their inherited technique.

“And then you met Gojo heir. It was obvious that you became more outgoing and happier after meeting him. We won’t say anything if he is your choice. Well, at least Gojo clan is one of the most normal and sanest in jujutsu circle. Even though their unruly, savage and unhinged, not to mention narcissist took our daughter away.” He grumbled.

“Father, your real thought is leaking out.” Mother patted his shoulder.

“Oh. Ahem, forget about that. All I want to say is, as long as you are happy, we won’t object. And we know you are strong enough to beat those old fossils if they showed up.”

“Gojo clan will beat them first. There’s no need for my cute, lovely, strong, ho-“ I clamped Satoru’s mouth before he could utter those embarrassing adjectives.

“…” Father looked at us blankly while Mother was laughing out loud

“How did you know about this matter, Father?”

“…You came back with another smell mingling on you…” He stated as if that was the most obvious reason. “Not to mention, it’s the same smell every time you come back from school. It’s not hard to find out.

“Oh…” I forgot we imprinted our scent on each other every day.

“And then, you touched your neck more often…. You must have given each other Bond Mate Mark.” He sighed.

“Busted.” Satoru giggled. I blink, I made sure to cover that up using make-up actually.

“So, as a father, I have to make sure that my daughter won’t be bullied or tricked. Though I doubt that would be the case.” He muttered. “Anyway, I went to Gojo mansion to talk about this and met Gojo heir, who suddenly said, ‘Please give me your daughter’, while bowing. I think all of the people present, including me almost fainted on the spot.”

Satoru laughs again at Father’s reminiscence. “And then he went into a tirade about how wonderful you are. Well yeah, you are my daughter, of course you are the most wonderful.” Father added his own comment.

“Then, after hearing his 2 hours presentation of you…” I choked on my drink at that and looked at Satoru in disbelief, while the said teen only grinned from ear to ear.

“…the people in Gojo clan are kneeling down begging me to let my wonderful daughter accept their unruly, savaged and unhinged son…. I still hesitated for a bit until Gojo heir said he was already claimed by you. Not the other way around.” Father paused and exhaled a long tired sigh. “He was even proud about it. Sometimes, I wonder what’s in his head. I guess being unhinged was not wrong after all.”

“Father, your thought is leaking out again.”

“Ahem, the begging became even more fervent and then I told them if that’s what my daughter decided, I won’t have any objection. And since you accepted him. Then, as your father and mother, we can only pray for your happiness from the bottom of our hearts.” Father finished.

“…Satoru, you really…” I was speechless at the whole thing. Seems like I worried for nothing. Satoru only giggles throughout the whole explanation, as if he had already read the result.

“Gojo clan want to meet you. If you have time, you should go visit them. They even talked about the wedding already. The date, the venue, the guest lists, the catering, the cake, the boutique for fitting, and even the details of the events. They have made the whole list and only wait for you to pick which one you want the most.” Father exhaled another much longer sigh.

“…” I think I need time to process the whole information.

“Call me after you arrive home,” I told Satoru, now considered my fiancé, even though I haven’t met his family yet.

“Will do.” He giggled, leaning closer. An invitation he knows I won’t refuse and I give him a quick peck.

“I will visit you at Gojo mansion at the weekend,” I mumbled.

“I will tell them.” He pressed a kiss against my forehead before leaving.

“Now, what should I wear for this weekend?” ~”~

The weekend is coming, so it’s time for me to visit the Gojo clan. Satoru will come to pick me up and we will visit his clan together. Even though I have heard how they worshipped me because I managed to tame Satoru, meeting them face-to-face is still pretty nerve-wracking. My mind goes overdrive conjuring one thousand and one what-ifs.

“You are nervous, love?” Satoru’s big hand rested on my back, gently tracing patterns with his thumb.

“A little.” It has become a habit of Satoru to call me by a pet name when he is comforting me and spending intimate quality time and then, more often than not, while doing bedroom activities. And to be honest, I love it a lot.

“It will be fine. Remember how you heard them begging and kneeling in front of your father so you could accept me, their unruly, savage and unhinged son?” He grinned.

“That’s true…” ‘He sure wasn’t bothered being called like that.’ I sweatdropped at his nonchalant attitude. I take a long deep breath and exhale it. “Yosh, I am ready.”

“Then, let’s go.” He teleported us right into the middle of the drawing hall in Gojo mansion, where all the clan members had been waiting. “Heya, this is my strong, cute, lovely, hot, wild and sexy Alpha, Mutsuki Fuuka. You can call her Fuu-chan.” That is how he introduced me to them. My heart almost withers on the spot.

Small silence engulfs the hall before they erupt in cheer. All of them are either crying in happiness, kneeling down to express thanks to the gods and ancestors, yelling the unruly brat has been tamed, or yelling red bean rice!!! We need red bean rice this instant!!! It’s a celebration!!! A feast!!! The loudest being, wedding!!! we need to prepare the wedding now!!! Take those things we have prepared!!!!

“…” I was so shocked that I didn’t know how to respond.

“Oh, let me see my daughter-in-law.” A woman pulled me away from Satoru and cupped my cheeks, staring at me. “…The more I see, the cuter she is. My son, you hit a jackpot with this one.” His mother squealed.

“I know right.” Satoru accepted the praise proudly. “And she is wild as hell in-“

“Satoru.” I glared at him, warning him not to say anything unnecessary.

“Hohoho. Youngsters need to be energetic.” Her mother laughed. “Well, enough about that.” His mother clapped her hands and the hall quieted down. I suddenly became nervous again.

“First, let me thank you for accepting my unruly, savage, unhinged, spoiled and a little narcissist son.” She bowed.

“Thank you very much!!!” The whole members followed suit.

“No… I mean… please don’t be like this…” I quickly helped his mother up. I was prepared in a more formal setting like Omiai with parents, but this is just… too overwhelming. I look over for Satoru for help, but the said teen is just smirking with an ‘I told you so’ face.

When they said feast, it was truly a feast. The long dining table is filled with every cuisine that ever existed in Japan. The Gojo clan is having a race about who piled up the most food in my bowl. I am happy but I can’t eat them all, so I put ¾ on Satoru’s.

The dinner is lively, the liveliest I have ever seen. It’s not like I hate our small family quiet dinner. This noisiness and liveliness are a very refreshing change indeed. After dinner, I was ushered to their women's communal bath. There, older sisters who I think Satoru’s older cousins or something is helping wash my back and just everything, it’s like I am a VIP or something.

After being soaked inside the big bath, they begin to ask with sparkling eyes, which part of their idiot, unruly, savage, unhinged, narcissistic, young cousin do I like? “Hmm… he is actually very gentle…” I mumbled shyly. Even though I am female Alpha, being in front of a lot of strangers, well soon to be family but still acquaintances for a moment and naked to boot is pretty embarrassing for me.

“Gen…”

“Tle…?”

“That idiot is?”

“Impossible.” They finished together. I almost laugh at how they denied the fact that Satoru could be gentle. But he is truly gentle in handling me, aside from our first meeting in Omiai.

“So, who takes charge in bed?” I choked on my spit this time. The culprit of this question is none other than Satoru’s mother.

“…um…” They smiled with a knowing smile and I remember how he told them he had been claimed instead of claiming. “…me…more often than not…” I mumbled, sinking lower into the bathwater.

*squeeeee* They rush to hug me, gushing about how lucky Satoru is. “…I am lucky too…” I said. “As a female Alpha, it’s hard to search for a person who accepts me completely. Males will claim we are bossy and demanding, not cute enough, not innocent enough, not spoiled enough. Females would hate and envy us because we hog attention wherever we go. I was lucky to be born with a soft face, but my eyes are still too sharp. So, I act like Beta to avoid troublesome things. But Satoru doesn’t mind me being bossy or demanding or possessive. He doesn’t even care about my secondary gender. He just wants a plain old me. I am very grateful for that.” I finished.

“Too good… she is too good…. Just what kind of karma did Satoru accumulate in his past lives that he was blessed with such a cute partner.” They cried a river and then shifted the topic over into marriage. They truly did prepare for everything and only waited for me to pick, I thought that was a joke. Gojo clan is…scary…

So, while they were so invested in the wedding preparation, I slipped out of the bath. “Satoru?” When I came out, Satoru was already waiting outside. “Were you waiting for me?”

“Hm? Yep.” He grinned. Satoru is wearing a navy blue yukata with black obi. His hand naturally finds mine and tugs me along. “You look ravishing.” He threw me a smirk, cackling.

I let out an amused giggle at that. “Where are we going?”

“You still ask? Where do you think I will take you after I said you look ravishing?” He cocked his brow.

“I don’t know? Home?” I feigned ignorance.

“I don’t know you are so kinky that you want me to claim you in front of your parents.”

“I am not, but you are.” I rolled my eyes.

“That’s actually true.” He hummed. “Here we are.” Satoru slid open a shoji door of a room.

“…Your room?” Satoru’s bedroom interior is actually pretty modern. The bed for example, instead of a futon, it’s a loft bed. There are some hanging scroll paintings as decorations.

“Yep. Come in~” I stepped into his sanctuary and his comforting smell invaded my nose. I let out a small whimper because of that. Satoru then opened another shoji door that connected to the back garden. I follow him and take a seat beside him, leaning on his shoulder.

“It’s nice.” I hummed.

“I know,” Satoru murmured while his hand cradled my waist protectively. “I thought you would like it.” He muttered softly.

“I love it. Thank you, Satoru.”

“Mmhm, as long as you are content, love.”

The next morning, the first thing I was asked to do was, sign a legal document. Before, I had only physically and spiritually become Satoru’s mate or future spouse due to the unwritten rule after giving Bond Mate Mark, and now I have legally and lawfully become his future spouse. And this calls for another celebration. ~”~

“So, are you officially engaged now?” Yae smirked.

“Yes.” I nodded slowly.

“That’s good. Sometimes, Suguru, Shoko and I wonder if we should whack Satoru’s head to urge him to label you two or storm to Gojo clan demanding to engage you two. I am glad you resolved this before we considered the second option seriously.”

“…you three…” I sweatdropped.

“How about your sister?”

“Fumi-nee?” I blinked. “Hmmm? She rarely comes home after bailing out from her omiai. She said she found her fated pair or prince or something and opted to spend more time with him.”

“Aren’t you glad your sister bailed out from the omiai then?” Yae teased.

“…um…” I gave a very sight and shy nod. To be honest, that might be the best thing she ever did to me over the course of her life.

“That’s good. I was quite worried that your sister smelled Satoru’s scent and then went crazy.” Yae said. The whole thing about Satoru’s scent making Omegas go into heat was not exaggerating. Because I have seen it first-hand. That’s why I was glad when she told us she was going to stay in the dorm, so she could meet with her boyfriend without any interruption.

Fortunately, we have this handy convenient birth control pill that is mandatory for all people of any secondary gender to be eaten starting from 14 years old, the age when they should have gotten their first heat or rut. They are free to either stop taking it or continue after the age of 18 when they are considered an adult and have finished high school.

“She would be coming home for my engagement ceremony, I guess.”

“I see, I hope she doesn’t ruin everything.”

“I don’t think she would go that far.”

“I hope so too.” Yae shrugged. “So, who takes charge often in bed?” She whispered.

“…I am not going to answer that,” I mumbled.

“We all know it will be you.” Yae rolled her eyes. “Satoru is strangely behaving like Omega in front of you. It’s like you awaken his Omega DNA or something.”

“…shut up…” I pouted. But I feel happy that he acts that vulnerable around me, this just means how much his trust runs deep in me. And yeah, I am also spoiled by him by the way. We take turns, I guess.

“Ah, I won’t be able to go home with you today. We need to buy something today.” I said.

“Oh? Shopping for engagement rings?” Yae quirked her eyebrow, smirking.

“Yeah…” I nodded slowly. “…and wedding rings.”

“Hehehe. You are full of expression since you have met with Satoru.” She laughed.

“Is that a bad thing?” I blinked.

“No, it’s the opposite. It’s good that you can express a lot of emotion right now. Usually, you either had your default dead expression, or irritated face and very rarely laughing.” Yae smiled. “I would have never imagined that you could be shy as well. See, blushing cutely like this.” She poked my cheek.

“Yae~”

“Ah, now you are pouting.” She laughed. “That’s why you have to be happy.” She patted my head. “If that doesn’t happen. I might have to castrate Satoru.” Yae smiled darkly. Actually, the thing about Omega is, that they are very soft-looking and often avoid conflict, but, when Omega gets angry, even Alpha runs away. So, note to self, do not enrage Omega.

“I will relay that to Satoru.” I giggled, thankful that she stuck to me through thick and thin. Due to my secret, I’d rather be alone than get involved with other people. Yae is the only Omega that persistently talks to me no matter how much I ignore her. But right now, we are the bestest friend ever.

I have stopped eating suppressants since being given Bond Mate Mark by Satoru, so there was a little noise about how I am actually an Alpha in my school. But it’s not a big problem at all.

“Fuu.” Satoru’s eyes brightened when he spotted me.

“Sorry for the wait,” I said as Satoru nosed my neck to imprint his scent on me.

“Let’s go.” He whisked me away after satisfied with his scenting. He then takes me to a high-end jewellery, his mother's recommendation.

“Gojo Satoru-sama, I presumed.” The clerk asked with a professional, polite smile.

“Yeah.” Satoru nodded.

“We have received word about you from Gojo Yukina-sama. I will show you the samples of the rings. Of course, we also received a custom order.” She explained.

“Show me the samples first.”

“Most certainly, please wait for a moment.” She then went back to retrieve the samples. Whereas I wander around to see the display. Might help with what design I want for our rings.

“Here they are.” The clerk showed Satoru the rings. But Satoru’s eyes kept wandering back to where his mate was, rather than the rings. Until the soft laugh of the clerk surprises him.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh at you.” She recomposed herself. “It’s just the way you look at her is very adorable. It’s a very tender loving and love-struck.”

Satoru blinks and feels a warm sensation creeping up from his neck. He suddenly feels a little hot. His hand goes to his neck and rubs it, hoping for it to quickly cool down.

When I saw Satoru blushing while talking to the pretty clerk, I felt jealousy start to rear its head. So, I go back to where he is and wrap my hand around his mid-torso, resting my chin on his abs and looking up at him with puffed cheeks. My whole body language and eyes are saying, ‘What are you talking about? Let me in too. I want to know.’ I think I even conjured a pair of flattened ears and a wagging tail.

“Hehehe. What a cute couple you are.” The clerk laughed again. “We were just talking about how he looks at you with a very tender loving and love-struck expression.” She giggled.

“…Oh…” I felt my cheeks bloom to pretty pink from embarrassment and buried my face into his torso. I suddenly feel a little silly for being jealous and happy.

I hear a small chuckle and get a pat on my head from Satoru. “I think I have a very good recommendation for our cute Alpha couple.” The clerk smiled. The two of us blink and she shows us a new set of rings. A completely different set in a different box.

“This is our newest prototype. It’s aimed at Alpha couple in mind.” The pair of rings inside the box is a simple platinum band with an intricate design in the middle and is sandwiched by inlaid precious gemstone. And what caught my eye the most was the colour of the polished gemstone. It’s Satoru’s eye colour.

“You want these?” I heard of soft whisper of Satoru.

“They have the same colour as your eyes,” I whispered back, as if afraid to break some kind of magical spell around us. Satoru has this softest look in his eyes while smiling softly.

“We will make a custom order.” Satoru then told the clerk.

“Understood.” She smiled. “What kind of custom order do you want?”

“It’s the same as this one, but, change the upper inlaid precious gemstone into the colour of her eyes and put in a small cut of diamond in the middle,” Satoru said.

“…” The clerk stared at him for a moment and then broke into an absolutely giddy smile. “Oh my, what a perfect idea this is.” She clapped her hands. “Oh, the inspiration is overflowing!” She gushed. “I will make the most perfect ring for your custom order, dear customer. Oh my, it’s been a while since I have been this excited. I will have to get to work quickly.”

“Can you ready them in 2 weeks? That’s when we will have our engagement ceremony.”

“Of course, of course! I will make them ready by then!” she nodded excitedly. “Let’s get your fingers’ measurement ready.”

“Thank you for your purchase, dear customer.” The clerk has had this big grin ever since Satoru told her his idea.

“Satoru.”

“Hm?”

“I don’t need a wedding ring anymore. That engagement ring is enough. I want it as my wedding ring. Besides we already made them in pair.” I said.

“Okay, if that is what you want.” Satoru chuckled pulling me closer.

“And…”

“And?”

“Spoil me more?” I batted my eyelashes as I peered up at him. Satoru blinks and then hunger and fondness spill out from his eyes.

“Let’s go to my room, yeah?” ~”~

As the engagement ceremony draws closer, the busier the Gojo clan is. I heard from Satoru that he was summoned to meet those old fossils when they heard about his engagement, but didn’t press any further since he said the partner is me, from Mutsuki clan. Though there were some dissatisfied complaints because I am not an Omega, but Satoru shut their mouths pretty quickly.

And I, actually also summoned alone to meet those old fossils. They start preaching about what and how to do as a spouse and make sure I give birth to an heir with both inherited techniques with underlying threats.

“…” I looked at them blankly and sighed and then unsheathed Nenekirimaru.

“Are you rebelling? Don’t forget you are just a small weak clan…”

“Yeah, I am just from a small weak clan which inherited technique you coveted.” As I sheathed back Nenekirimaru, the face screens were cut into little pieces. “…The owner of Mystic Eyes.” I looked at them with my activated Mystic Eyes.

“You! Those eyes!”

“I don’t want your filthy paws near my clan or Gojo clan, you hear me.”

“How dare you!”

“Yeah, of course I dare. How could I not dare? You can’t touch me, because I am the owner of Mystic Eyes after 500 years. If I had wanted, I could kill you in your sleep and you wouldn’t even know it. I did this as a warning not to meddle in my and Gojo clan's affairs. Ah, and lastly, I am not a Beta. I am an Alpha.” I flashed them a smile and walked out.

“Fuu.”

“Why are you here?” I blinked at Satoru.

“Checking up on you. You were hot.” He pulled down his sunglasses a bit, smirking. My mouth quirks up at his praise.

“I know.” I giggled. “It feels good. I finally know why you like to trample them. Next time remember to invite me.” I laughed.

“Will do.” ~”~

“Fuu-chan!!!!” Oh, it’s the voice of my sister whom I haven’t seen in a long time…maybe 4 months?

“Welcome back, Fumi-nee.”

“I am back…. No! Not that!” She cried out. “I heard you are getting engaged!”

“Yes.”

“And to that unruly, savaged and unhinged Gojo heir?”

“That’s right.”

“Eh?! But the omiai was cancelled?”

“The cancelled omiai was yours. We met outside Omiai, and just clicked with each other.” I said. Let’s skip the whole our scents are super compatible to each other so much that they triggered our rut cycle.

“Is he okay with you being a Beta? I know big clan jujutsu sorcerers like to have Omega as a spouse.”

“It’s fine. They are all fine with me being not an Omega.” I answered. “So, what about you, Fumi-nee?”

“Hmph! We just broke up.” She huffed. “Because he found out you manifested our clan's inherited technique instead.” She grumbled. “Speaking of it, was that true? You have Mystic Eyes now?”

“…found out I have inherited technique?” I frowned. “Who was your boyfriend?”

“Oh, the heir of Zen’in clan, Zen’in Naoya.” Fumi-nee answered.

“…” No wonder she smelled so disgusting. She was with the misogynist of jujutsu circle. “Fumi-nee, I don’t know what kind of karma you accumulated in your last life. But you just dodged a whole bullet train.”

“Was it really true then? You have Mystic Eyes now?”

“…yeah…” I nodded slightly.

“Oh? How do you feel?”

“Normal,” I answered. It’s better to keep that the technique manifested a long time ago.

“Did Gojo heir truly like you or because of your eyes? Jujutsu sorcerers from the big clan seem to like our eyes a little too much.”

“That I agree. But Satoru is not like that. I trust him.” I said a soft smile hung on my lips.

“…” Fumi-nee blinked. “It’s been a while since I ever seen you smile.”

“…I guess that’s true.”

“You like him that much?”

“Yeah…”

“Oh… “

“By the way, Fumi-nee…. You and that misogynist bas, ahem, Zen’in didn’t do anything, right?”

“No. There was only that one time I almost went into heat. I ate a suppressant and the pill too. The most we did was just cuddling and scenting each other.

“…” I can’t say their dates are actually more wholesome than ours. Satoru and I scented each other even before dating and already cuddling. After dating… did we even date? We skipped the whole phase of dating and went straight to giving Bond Mate Mark to each other and then getting engaged.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Fumi-nee frowned. “I only gave my chastity on wedding night or after being given permission by Father and Mother to give them my Bond Mate Mark.”

“…No… Nothing…” I am sorry that I always think of you as having only water and flowers in your brain. Fumi-nee is actually more responsible than she looks. She stood on her ground not giving her chastity to a misogynist man. Whereas I… had given my own Bond Mate Mark to Satoru in my yearly rut cycle.

“Fumi-nee. I am just glad that you ditched that misogynist, truly. You're better off with someone outside the jujutsu world. Nobody is sane here.”

“Well yeah. You still chose that unruly, savage and unhinged Gojo heir though.”

“Yeah, and a narcissist too.”

“You still like him anyway.”

“Yep. I love him.”

“…Is he really that good?”

“Only to his own kins or people he considered his own kins.”

“I see… Well, I am going to meet him sooner or later anyway.” Fumi-nee shrugged her shoulders. ~”~

It’s finally the day of our engagement ceremony. Today, I dress in a beautiful furisode sent by Satoru. I heard from Yukina-san, his mother, Satoru was the one who chose the colour. It was supposed to be a secret, she said. So I agreed to pretend to get surprised later if he sprung up the conversation.

The current head of Gojo clan, Gojo Kunimitsu, his wife, Gojo Yukina and the heir of Gojo clan, Gojo Satoru received us at the front gate. To be honest, even if it’s said to be an engagement ceremony, it’s actually just two families gathered, exchanging gifts and talking about wedding preparation. Satoru’s eyes light up upon seeing me and I returned with a small smile. They then lead us to a drawing room, where they will speak comfortably.

Satoru being Satoru, whisked me away by hoisting me under his arm, saying, “I will let you old people talk about the wedding preparation while I spend time with my cute lovely fiancée.” ~”~

Beautiful, that was Mutsuki Fumiko's impression of Gojo Satoru. Was he truly unruly, savage and unhinged like the rumour said? He sure doesn’t look like that. And his scent is absolutely amazing, maybe even better than her ex-boyfriend, Zen’in Naoya. And to think just a faint smell of his almost made her dizzy. She was glad that she ate suppressant or else she would go into heat. How embarrassing was that, getting into heat because of her little sister’s fiancé’s scent?

But her mind begins to turn. What if she didn’t bail out on that day Omiai? Would she be the one to stand by his side? Receiving that look instead of her sister? She saw how his eyes lit up upon seeing her sister. That look, that look is what she has been craving along since she was a small child. She yearns for an Alpha to look at her like that, to yearn at her with their whole being.

Of course wouldn’t destroy her little sister’s happiness. She was raised better than that. Even though she did demand a lot of her sister's things in the past, but it was never a person or something she knew her sister treasured the most, like a small kitten plushie her sister got on her birthday. That was the first time her sister refused to give her what she wanted. No matter how much she cried and wailed, her sister didn’t give it up. She knew then that the plushie was very important to her.

It’s just a small part of her mind wondering about what if. But deep down, she knew her little sister’s fiancée wouldn’t ever look at her like that, with yearning. She knew even if she didn’t bail out of her omiai, it would still be cancelled by Gojo heir anyway. If there’s one thing that she trusts the most in her life, it’s her gut instinct. It never failed her. It’s also her gut instinct that told her not to give everything to that misogynist Zen’in Naoya no matter how much he made an advance to her.

She knew Zen’in Naoya approached her with an ulterior motive. She knew it after hearing his name was Zen’in. But just once, just once she wanted to feel what is it to be desired. Even if he only desired her blood. To make an heir with her clan's inherited technique. So, she went along with his courting. But she set her own boundaries. She had hoped that Zen’in would come to like her because she was her, not as Mutsuki clan’s daughter.

As a result, she lost the bet. But at the same time, she found her resolve, not to get involved with sorcerers’ clans anymore. it might be a better choice for her to marry someone normal, living a normal life like normal people, away from this jujutsu world.

“You must be happy, little sister…” ~”~

Where does Satoru bring me to? His room of course. He sits me on his loft bed and begins to scent me. “I miss you.” He mumbled, having me in a back hug and peppering kisses on my neck, where my mark should be.

“I miss you too.” I smiled and tilted my head. Satoru swoops down for a kiss, a deep dizzying and electrifying kiss. We pull away from each other when need the exhausted oxygen. Satoru’s hand is ready to pull down my obi before our phones ring at the same time. The spell was broken and we looked at our phones, blushing slightly.

“Hello, Yae.”

“Fuu, is it a bad time now?”

“No, Satoru spirited me away, so we are just chilling now.”

“Oh… I hope I didn’t interrupt anything.” She giggled.

“You are not.” I shook my head.

“Hmmm… if you are sure. I was so sure you were breathless a few seconds ago.” I could smell her smirking miles away. I feel Satoru pulls me closer with his hand which is on my obi, letting out a small audible cackle.

“So, umm… what are you doing now?” Need to change the topic before it goes into dangerous territory.

“Oh, I want to consult you about something.”

“Consult?”

“Yes, Suguru is acting weird lately,” Yae said.

“…Hee…” The tone of my voice changed. “What kind of weird?”

“Hmm… he was always absent-minded when spending time together with me and seems to be thinking a lot and reading a lot of magazines.”

“What kind of magazines?”

“Fashion magazines for women.”

“…Might he be going to buy something for you?”

“Was I overreacting? I do get worried about him being absent-minded and not being able to help him really pains me.” Yae mumbled.

“I will ask Satoru to probe,” I told her and I looked at my fiancé who had been typing with high speed from…the moment his phone rang with notification.

“Satoru…” My eyes are trained on his fingers. ‘Is this why his fingers are so skilful?’ My mind flashes to not-so-innocent things that had been done by those fingers.

“What, love? Wait a moment for me, okay, love. Suguru is texting me.”

“What is Suguru talking about? Yae was worried about him for always being absent-minded.”

“…It’s that…”

“That?” I tilted my head. Satoru pauses for a moment, turns to me and whispers something to me. “Proposing.”

My eyes widen and my mouth makes an ‘o’ shape before a smile breaks into my lips. “Yae, looks like you don’t have to be worried after all.” I giggled at my best friend.

“Really…?”

“Yeah, I can’t tell you right now, but it’s not to be worried about.” I nodded.

“He is not sick or stressed about something right?”

“He is not. He might be stressed about something, but it’s not related to any jujutsu matter. I think he already got a counsellor. He should be fine.” I assured her.

“Oh, okay…” I could tell Yae was still worried though.

“I will update you if I find out more.”

“Okay, thanks, Fuu. Sorry to spring up to you today. It’s your engagement ceremony day too.”

“No worries. I am glad I can help you.” I smiled.

“Then, I am going to hang up now.” Yae smiled.

“Yes, see you later.” We then hung up.

“What about this Suguru proposing?” I looked at Satoru.

“He asked for advice about where to buy the ring, so I told him the store we visited. Seems like had already decided what kind of rings he should buy. Yae-chan will be in for a surprise later.” Satoru cackled.

“Do you know when he was going to do it?”

“He is planning it. That’s why he was running here and there to search for a perfect place to propose.”

“Hmm… but tell him not to make Yae worried so much or I might have to castrate him or something.”

“Will do, love.” Satoru flashed me a grin. “Speaking of rings.” He stood up, went to the nightstand, rummaged through the drawer and took out a small velvet box.

“Oh…” My eyes sparkled. “They are done.”

“Yeah, let me put it on for you.” Satoru smiled and knelt down on one knee. “Will you marry me, love?”

“Yeah, I would love to.” I beamed at him. Satoru then slides the ring on me. It was beautiful, the two inlaid polished precious gemstones in the colour of our eyes made a circle above and underneath the middle intricate design which is imbued by a small cut of diamond. Satoru then lifts my hand and kisses the ring then the middle joint of my finger and then the tip of my finger before putting it on his cheek.

“Let me put it on your finger.” Satoru gave me the other ring and I slid it in his left ring finger. I also do what he did to me, kissing the ring, the middle joint of his finger, and his fingertips and then intertwining his hand with mine. “Let’s be happy together, Satoru.”

“Yeah, we will, love. We most definitely will.”

“I might need to redo the proposal after all.” Satoru suddenly said again.

“Why?”

“Well, I want to do a grand proposal for you.” He whined.

“This is fine.” I laughed. “You can save the idea for the anniversary.”

“Okay.” He nodded and his expression changed again, “Should we continue?”

“No.” And there it is, the shock on his face.

“Fuu~~~”

“Our parents might call us later.” I rolled my eyes.

“Who cares about them.” He pouted.

“But I don’t want interruption. And it’s a hassle to put on furisode again.”

“You look perfect in that.” Satoru cupped my cheek.

“Thank you for choosing this for me.” I nuzzled into his big palm. “I love the colour.”

“My mother told you…”

“…oops.”

“Well, I just know you will look perfect dyed in my colour and scent.” He grinned that boyish rakish grin. Satoru then pulled us down to lay on his bed, just basking in each other presence, enjoying the warmth, the lull and the scent we offered to each other. ~”~

Omake

After being officially engaged with Satoru, this is my first time attending the gathering of big clans. Well, I was required to attend now because I am Gojo heir’s fiancé. On our way to the meeting room, well well, what do we have now? The resident misogynist, Zen’in Naoya.

“Well well, what do we have now? Satoru-kun and his little fiancé from Mutsuki clan.” He sneered.

“Well well, what do we have now? If it isn’t the resident misogynist. You smell bad, you wash up properly?” I scrunched my nose in disgust, putting a finger under my nose to block it. Satoru is cracking up at my attitude.

“You should really control your little Omega, Satoru-kun. Before I put her in her place.” He glared.

“Oh? Your nose must be blocked or something?” My cursed energy flared up and so was my scent.

“Alpha bitch.” Zen’in Naoya spat out.

“Yeah, and this Alpha bitch can wipe the floor together with your Alpha ass.” I swiped a small blade under my kimono sleeve and made a small cut motion, cutting his bang in a much more stylish unsymmetrical fashion. “Can’t even dodge now, Zen’in-kun.” I used the same mocking tone he used to call Satoru.

“You!” Zen’in Naoya shot his hand up.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, Naoya-kun.” His hand was stopped by infinity. “I was already unhappy that you called my cute lovely fiancé a bitch and now you even want to get physical. That absolutely can’t do. How about as the heir of three big clans we do this outside.” Satoru’s eyes shone brighter than ever, a small low primal growl escaped his throat.

“Tsk.” Zen’in Naoya then walked past us, in of course pissed off manner.

“Satoru,” I called.

“Hm?” Satoru’s smile is back.

“I love it when you do that.” I smiled.

“Do what?”

“That low primal growl you did. I love listening to it, you should do that often.” I giggled.

“…” Satoru looked at me with dilated pupils and pulled me by my hip. “…Consider your request is done, love.” He whispered in my ear while making that very same growl.

Omake 2

Spending time with Satoru in Jujutsu High means, I will meet his kouhais sooner or later.

“This is Nanami Kento-kun and Haibara Yu-kun.” Satoru grinned as he introduced them to me.

“Pleased to meet you, I am Mutsuki Fuuka.” I bowed.

“Ni-nice to meet you,” Haibara-kun replied nervously.

“Nice to meet you.” Nanami-kun returned my bow and, “Can I go now?” He looked at Satoru with a dead expression that spelt I don’t want to get involved with this person. My lips curl up at that.

“No no no no. Don’t be like that, Nanamin.” Satoru grinned. “Aren’t you training with cursed tools? Want to have a spar with my cute Alpha?”

“…Eh?” Haibara-kun blanked. “You are an Alpha?! I am sorry, I thought you were an Omega.” Haibara-kun bowed repeatedly.

“Ah, it’s fine. I got that a lot. There’s no need for you to apologize so much. It doesn’t bother me, really.” I calmed him down.

“To be honest, I thought you were more to a Beta.” Nanami-kun commented.

“Well, my cute Alpha here, looks like an Omega acts like a Beta but is actually an Alpha. Isn’t she adorable? And she even cursed me with a straw doll.” Satoru, somehow was so proud of the fact that I cursed him with straw doll.

“Oh, she is the legendary Omiai partner.” Haibara-kun blinked in realization.

“Satoru… how many people have you told about this?” I looked at him with a deadpan.

“I forgot?”

“He told every people had met,” Nanami-kun answered that for me.

“No cuddling for you.” I huffed. Satoru stops laughing in an instant, looks at me with disbelief and then despair and then wails a loud ‘No~~~~~~’

“If the introduction is over. I would like to take my leave.” Nanami-kun sighed.

“Eh? You didn’t want to spar with Mutsuki-san?”

“I think she is now too busy to do that.” Nanami-kun pointed out.

Yeah, with Satoru clinging to me like I was his lifeline, I am a bit too busy. “Be a good boy, Satoru.”

“No.” He huffed. “Not until you say you will let me cuddle however I like.”

“…” I exhaled a soft sigh and then whispered into his ear. “I will spoil you later.” And he freezes up, blinks rapidly and then his lips break into the widest grin ever. If there’s one thing that this unhinged, savage Satoru likes, it is to be spoiled by his mate, his Alpha. Though he doesn’t mind the other around. There’s just something about him being dominated by his Alpha mate that makes him feel complete or something like that.

“Okay.”

“…She knows how to handle Gojo-san,” Haibara-kun said in awe.

“Well, she is not his mate for nothing.” Nanami-kun sighed.

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[skzfairyy]

District 9: Chapter 13

Mafia!AU || skz x OC’s || PG-17 ||

Pairings: Bangchan x oc, Minsung x oc, other pairings to come!

Genre: Angst, Romance, Enemies to Lovers, Friends to Lovers, Humor, AU (& so much more lol)

Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, weapons, language

Status: Ongoing

Wc: 1.9k words

AN: This chapter is on the shorter side but, its a really heartwarming chapter :) hope you enjoy! -Y2K

The sun was completely hidden behind a couple of clouds when noon hit. Bangchan’s first hideout for his team was a secluded area deep in one of China’s forests. He had strategically picked a location a good distance from the nearest town, but still somewhere far enough that no one could just come strolling by. During this first year, it was crucial that they all stayed under the radar and out of sight, only going into town when the supplies in the compound ran low. 

Chan was able to secure this location after he remembered one of his assignments working with Jackson Wang led him here. Jackson owned the property, but had abandoned the entire compound due to how far away and closed off it was from everything, (socializing was essential to the District’s most notorious party host). The compound was big enough to house about 10 people comfortably.  

Minho was able to commandeer an old buggy they could use to drive into town if they needed to. It was perfect, nothing flashy considering they had to lay low for a while. 

The wrap-around compound was mostly gray with black glazed roofing tiles. The front was blocked off by a matching black metal gate. On the outside, the building as a whole looked abandoned and that’s exactly how they wanted it to appear. Along the walls there were vines of ivy creeping all the way up to the roofing tiles, overgrown Camphor trees and Bamboo blocking the view of the property. Inside, they had running water, electricity, and Jisung was able to set up a decent internet connection. A couple rooms had mattresses on the floor. One room was converted into Seungmin’s medic bay, one was turned into Han’s tech room, while Chan and Minho used the dining room as a larger office. The building will be able to house the entire team quite nicely once everyone arrives safely. 

After the big scare last night, Minho and Chan decided that they needed to find a way to distract Han from his thoughts before he gave himself a heart attack. The girls would finally be arriving today (if all goes well), so they brought him out to the courtyard and went through some light training with each other. Even though he was their tech specialist, Han’s body looked as though he was training regularly, when he really only lifted weights with the boys every once in a while. The training was mostly to help distract Han from worrying, and partly for everyone to be able to keep watch for when the others arrived. 

They spent the whole morning going through different combination attacks and defensive attacks. Their shirts had all been discarded pretty early into their training, the humid climate making them unbearably sweaty and uncomfortable. This left them in only their workout shorts and the sweat that coated their upper bodies, as evidence of the hours of training they covered. Chan found himself trying his best to navigate the rocky waters between the couple, successfully cracking a few jokes with them well into the late afternoon. While Han takes a break, heading to the kitchen through a door on the side of the courtyard, Minho approaches Bangchan. 

      “Hyung, how are we supposed to be distracting Jisung if you keep looking at the gate every 10 minutes.” 

Chan feigns a shocked look at his accuser. “I was not checking every 10 minutes!” 

Minho just stands there, giving his friend a pointed look with his arms crossed over his chest, before sighing loudly.

      “Look, believe it or not, I want to make sure they get here in one piece too, but you have got to stop worrying so much. For starters, they’re with Changbin, someone we trust more than anything, and he would’ve let us know if something happened. Plus, have you forgotten the girls are both highly trained assassins? I doubt Yura is going to let some injury stop her from completing her mission.”

He punches Chan’s shoulder lightly and Chan just smiles at his friend, thankful for the pep talk he didn’t know he needed. 

      “Have a little faith in them, yeah?”

As Han opens the sliding door going back out to the courtyard with a water bottle in hand, they hear the metal gate not far from them begin to screech loudly. Minho instantly grabs the bow staff near him that they were using to practice earlier, Chan’s gun is freed from the back waistband of his shorts. Han’s chipmunk cheeks are full of water as he stands frozen in the doorway looking between the gate and the guys, all of them holding their breaths as they wait to see who’s behind the gate. 

The gate creaks open as Changbin, supporting a sweaty and limping Yura, walks into the courtyard. Her bandages are stained with faint patches of blood old and new. One of her arms is hooked over Changbin’s shoulder while she slowly makes her way inside.

      “You won over a technicality!”

      “Technicality, shmechnicality… hey, that's a funny word! Spell it Juggernaut.”

      “Dear god…” Changbin sighs as he and the limp-bodied girl move further into the courtyard.

Han drops his water bottle and sprints over to them, their hushed bickering stopping as he stands in front of them. Han’s hands cup Yura’s pale face, turning her attention to him. Yura’s eyes frown when she looks up, but the confusion quickly fades when she recognizes her old friend. 

      “J.ONE11!” She grins, her smile for the first time in a while is bright and dopey. 

      “Yura11g0nnadi3!” Han’s exclamation is softer compared to hers, sounding more like a sigh of relief seeing a piece of his heart alive and in front of him. Changbin clears his throat from beside Yura, a puzzled expression on his face as he looks between the two of them. 

Jisung just smiles at him and shrugs. “I’ll explain later.”

      “Hey now, I didn’t know this was a GUN show!”

Yura says louder, her eyes moving past Jisung’s shoulder as she takes in the shirtless Minho and Chan behind him. She turns to Changbin, her bright smile never leaving her face as she reaches at the hem of his shirt to pull it off of him. 

      “C’mon Milk Jugs join the party!” 

As Changbin makes a sound of objection, he starts swatting at her grabby hands, until Han pulls them into his own. 

      “Okay, calm down, Killer.” He says, chuckling softly.

      “I had to give her some stronger drugs for the pain.” Seungmin says as he enters the courtyard with a couple of bags in his arms. “So she's a bit… loopy.”  He glances at the giggly girl that’s now being held in Jisung’s arms. 

He had scooped her up bridal style, the feeling of her in his arms even for a few moments, does wonders for his racing anxiety. 

      “I’m not loopy, you’re loopy Minnie.” Yura giggles as she hears Seungmin’s comment.

Jisung smiled at her in amusement, sober Yura would be mortified at her behavior right now, something he’ll be sure to tease her about later.

Minho’s eyes follow the two of them through the threshold of the entryway. Yura notices him as she looks over Jisungs shoulder, their eyes lock briefly and Minho feels himself releasing his own sigh of relief.

      “She’s okay?” Minho turns to glance at Seungmin, the brunette man making his way inside when he glances at his old classmate.

      “She will be. You can come to help me hold her down, her hands tend to… wander in this state.” Minho glances at the door once more before shaking his head.

      “I’m sure Jisung has it covered.” Minho puts the staff in his hands down, dismissing himself from the courtyard quickly with a frustrated scowl.

Due to all the commotion, no one noticed Rina enter last. A sack of supplies on her sagged shoulder as she closes the gate shut. Finally catching the attention of Changbin and Chan who were standing near each other, catching up over the long journey. When she turns around, the bag falls from her arms as she releases a ragged breath she had been holding for far too long. Rina’s tired eyes find Chan’s warm ones from across the courtyard and he smiles fondly at her.

The anxious thoughts he had over the past few days about Rina’s well-being can finally be put to rest. She made it. His eyes take in her worn-out body and he can’t help but let out a sigh of relief. 

      “Would it be weird if I hugged you right now…” her voice is soft and a bit desperate as the reality of what they just experienced over the past few days sets in.

She’s spent the past two days running for her life, away from the only home she’s ever known, away from the same ‘home’ that has inflicted so much pain on her claiming it’s for the best, all to get to the man standing mere steps before her now. The same man who promised her a life of warmth and love, just as soon as she was willing to accept it– to accept him. 

He hears her question and glances down at his shirtless form. 

      “I mean… I’m a bit sweaty–“ 

Her feet are already moving towards him, launching herself at him, and he catches her in his arms. 

      “Chris, I couldn’t care less about that right now.” She mumbles into his neck.

Her legs are scraped and bruised and wrapped around his waist as he holds her as close as he possibly can to him. His worries for her are evident through the way his arms hold her close to him. 

      “You made it.” He sighs softly in her ear, the pain and regret evident in his tone while he hugs her impossibly tighter. 

Rina pays it no mind, her arms secure around his neck, her nose breathing in his scent, safe in his arms, and finally able to breathe freely.

They have a long way to go, but Rina made up her mind some time ago that this is the man she wants to be with, and today would be the first step towards that new journey, one they’d start together. 

      “Barely.” She chuckles out as he finally sets her down onto her feet, his hands not leaving her waist as his eyes check her over.  

Popping their intimate bubble, Chan notices that Changbin had joined everyone else in the house during their reunion.

      “How are you?” He asks softly.

      “Tired… and excruciatingly hungry.” Rina replies casually, she turns to glance around and winces clutching her side protectively.

 Chan obviously notices and takes her hand in his. 

      “I’ll give you a tour of the place after dropping you off to get checked out by Seungmin.” He says as he walks backwards towards the entrance.

Although Rina wants to argue that she’s perfectly fine, she’s realizing she kind of likes the idea of Christopher Bang taking the lead a little bit more, especially when it’s about her. 

      “Only if I can get food on the way.” She responds instead.

      “Hmmm…,” he pretends to think it over in his head, “...sounds fair enough.” He smiles at their playful argument.

      “Deal.” She tries to look serious, but fails miserably at resisting the power of this man's smile. 

Rina chuckles to herself, extremely content as she allows Chan to lead her into the house.

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[your-highnessmarvel]

cotton candy | s.riley

CHAPTER FOUR

Pairing: Simon Riley aka Ghost x Original female character

Warnings: Rated M for Mature. Violence. Slight DUB-CON action. Mentions of sex.

Chapter Summary: Laura is left bored back at base while Ghost and the team search for Alvarez. When Ghost gets back, anger surges when he can’t locate the girl with the midnight hair.

A/N: I just got a new computer, so I’ll be writing more frequently. THIS IS A LONG CHAPTER LMAOOO. Trying to get the initial things out the way. Chapter five will see our first smut chapter so buckle in!

Masterlist

Taglist: Open

Will be posting on AO3.

Chapter Four

Three days later.

I had gotten used to living with three - well two - grown men in a matter of seconds. They were the simplest creatures on Earth. They had eons of evolution etched into their genetic code, and still, they could be counted on for a good laugh around a fart or a titty joke. 

It wasn’t hard, getting used to them. Soap - or Johnny or John - was a very goofy young man with strict moral codes and an even stricter hair routine. He could whip out the biggest joke that made absolutely no sense and he could also recognize when I was having an anxious moment. 

Gaz was quiet, calculated, and serious. He didn’t talk much, but when he did, people listened.

Three days might just seem like a handful of hours, but with the guys, it seemed like forever.

And Ghost...

True to his moniker, I never knew if he ever came back to the RV after storming out three days ago. Every morning, before heading out into the RV and sitting with Soap for Cereals and Dick Jokes, I’d check for any signs of life in Ghost’s bunk. But every morning, faithful to his code name, his bed was spotless, every corner tightly pulled together, no sign of him even laying a finger on the pillow. 

And I didn’t have the courage to ask the other two men where the phantom with a mask had gone. 

And this morning, this third day of Ghost being, well, a ghost, I trudged out of the bedroom, yawning, to the sight of Soap and Gaz dressing in full army get-up. 

I stopped in my tracks, watching as Soap zipped up his tactical vest, checking every pocket. 

“Heading out?” I asked, my voice still coated with sleep. 

Gaz looked up from where he was seated, expertly lacing up his boots. “Good news, Laura,” he said, the ghost of a smile playing on his lips. 

I could feel my heart soaring right up into my mouth. “Am I going home?” There was so much God damn hope in my voice. 

“Laswell got intel last night, from one of her street dogs,” Gaz continued, getting up with a groan. “Some prostitutes are being sent to a club in the city. Laswell thinks Alvarez might be there, or at least, one of his men.”

I glanced at Soap. “This might be your ticket home,” he said with a smile. 

I danced on the balls of my feet, still dressed in sweatpants and one of the guys’ huge shirts. “All I have to do is identify him?”

“Only if it’s Alvarez, yeah,” Soap continued. He put a gloved hand up, trying to physically tamper down the hope bubbling through every pore on my skin. “This might be a dead end. Half this mission was dead ends anyway.”

I bit the inside of my cheek, trying to simmer down, but just the idea of being in my own bed, with the smell of home and not two grown men I didn’t really know. Just that idea had me feeling brand new. 

Suddenly, the RV’s door swung open, as if a massive wind from inside had surged out, dragging the sun onto the carpet, the South Asian heat pouring in, thick and heavy. 

Ghost walked in, skull mask and balaclava clad over his face, and the width of his shoulders alone, he had to turn sideways to get through the door with all his gear. 

Out of instinct, some short memory of the abandoned warehouse, where most of my friends were shot to death - I took a step back. 

I could see his eyes through the mask, those big watery pits flicking over to me momentarily before snapping back to his crew. 

I felt suspended in time, looking at him. The smudged blackness around his eyes. The way he seemed to be sucking up all the air in the room, taking up all the space. I wanted to scream. 

Gaz and Soap had gone utterly quiet.

“Who died?” I asked.

All three pairs of eyes turned slowly to me, and I knew I looked a mess; bed hair, sweatpants and baggy t-shirt, and probably dark circles. But Gaz was holding back a smirk and Soap rolled his eyes and Ghost... who knew what was going on behind that mask. 

“We’re out in ten,” Ghost said. His hands were empty, but I felt like he held a knife to my windpipe and kept pressing, getting inches closer to puncturing the skin. 

When he turned to look at me, so briefly I could have dreamed it, there was something there. A command. An order. Something skimming along the lines of predatory, but I didn’t know. I wanted to ask, but before I could thaw from my frozen place by the bedroom door, all three men had ventured out the door.

***

Another dead end. God fucking dammit!

A hand, gloved and balled into an iron fist, slammed into the side of the Humvee, making Soap jump slightly. 

“You okay, L.T?” he asked, sharing a concerned glance with Gaz. It was so uncommon, so out of place, for Ghost to show any kind of emotion, even anger. Even in failure, Ghost remained stoic, impenetrable. 

The lieutenant groaned, flexing his hand, cradling it against his chest. His assault rifle was slung at his back, chamber empty, the tip still shimmering hot. 

They’d spent three hours scouting the club, watching for those prostitutes, waiting for any sign of mafia or cartel or even any illegal activity. And when one tall figure, garbed in a black tailored suit, with the signature cartel tattoo on his thumb had waltzed in, Ghost thought this was it. 

Finally, she’d go home. They’d capture this guy, torture something out of him, and one thing would lead to another and Laura would be far, far away from Ghost before the end of the month.

But nothing ever worked out the way Ghost planned. Things, people, had a tendency to creep under his skin and embed into his bones like cement. 

Night had fallen. By the time they crept into the club, booming music echoing in Ghost’s chest, whoever that mysteriously garbed man was - he was gone. Not a fucking trace or inch of him. 

They’d returned to the Humvee and driven back towards base, but halfway through the underbrush, Ghost was stopping the truck, storming out. 

“There’s got to be a reason why we can’t seem to corner this guy,” he thought aloud. 

Soap shrugged. “He’s heavily guarded,” he said. “His entire squad would die before revealing him. He’s got a lot of guys in his pocket. But he’s just like every other guy, L.T, we’ll get him.”

Ghost groaned. 

“C’mon, Lieutenant,” Gaz said in that deep tone of his, rattling some strange, comforting chord in Ghost’s chest. “Let’s just get back to base. Fill Laswell in. We did our job out here tonight.”

It was the most infuriating thing to admit when someone else was right. Soap could be such an airhead and as his counter part, Gaz was leveled and calm. And Ghost walked that thin line between them both.

This is when he’d appreciated Alejandro’s presence. 

“Next time,” Ghost said, walking up to the driver’s seat. “We suit the entire task force up. All of us.”

“Understood,” Gaz answered, climbing into the Humvee, Soap not far behind. Ghost got into the driver’s seat, taking off his gloves to let some of the steam rise from his skin.  

The drive back was tense. Silent. The darkness had gathered along the horizon and spread beyond the truck’s headlights. The grass whispered along the truck’s wheels and sides, and as they got closer to base, Ghost’s body became as wired as a tightened fish rod. 

They left the Humvee at the front, preferring to walk through the maze of pop-up tents, RV’s, and a few strewn buildings that served as meeting rooms and barracks. 

The trio was silent, quickly finding their way through the labyrinthine base to their shared RV. From a distance, Ghost could tell Laura was asleep. No lights were on, the curtains were pulled shut, and no weird sounds were coming from that weird satellite TV they had in there. 

But stepping inside, avoiding a glance at the bedroom door, Ghost knew immediately that she wasn’t here.

Soap barged into the room - either forgetting Laura existed or not caring - and threw open the light. He glanced up at her bunk. He turned back abruptly. 

“Did Laura make any friends?” he asked.

Ghost frowned. 

Gaz shrugged. “She met some people at mess hall.”

“She’s not here.” Soap knocked on the bathroom door, but no answer. “Oh well, maybe our girl has indeed made a few friends.” He smiled, shrugging, not really caring, because why would he?

Why would he care where the girl with midnight hair had gone, taking those pools of starlight eyes with her. Taking that distinctly sweet scent, that mischievous grin and stubborn chin. 

But Ghost wasn’t pretending. He tried to stifle the rising rage in his ribs, the fire that coiled around his bones and licked up his spine.

Where the hell was she?

This wasn’t a hotel all-inclusive vacation. This was a government level security threat that she was living, and being granted a space on an American navy base was nothing short of a true fucking miracle and here she was, galivanting around said base like it was a four-star hotel. 

He stormed out, not caring that this was the second time in a week that he was letting the RV door clatter against the side, letting the boys wonder where the hell he was off to again. 

He went to mess hall, but the only souls in there were obviously not her. The women’s barracks almost threw him out on his ass, stating that Laura never even went there. The gym was locked. The infirmary was empty of her. 

He was beginning to think he’d have to check every single RV until he could drag her little ass back to her bunk. 

He’d never thought about target practice. 

When he rounded Building A, he heard a soft thud. Out of place, strange along the whispers of the wind, another thud rang out. Ghost turned, letting his senses reach out. Another thud. It sounded rhythmic, like someone axing down a tree. 

He followed the sound, getting closer to target practice, until the half-assed, pop-up wooden stand was visible in the night. A small, lone figure stood a few yards away from a target, throwing something at it. 

A glint, sharp and bright, and then another thud. 

“What are you doing here?” he asked. 

She turned, swallowing a yelp, the tiny knives in her hands clattering to the ground. Her hair, swept by the wind, hid half of her face, but Ghost could see the fear and surprise stitched on her face. Her mouth was ajar, midnight black eyes wide. 

She had changed since this morning. Somehow, she’d acquired army-issued women’s trousers, and they fit her like a glove, and Ghost was trying really hard to tear his eyes from her. She had a black t-shirt, too tight, almost on purpose. 

She was... small, but she wasn’t lacking. Her shoulders were half the span of his chest, and Ghost could crush her bicep with one hand, but there was a sturdiness to her body, a strength hidden beneath that delicate flesh. 

And her body. Ghost was glad he never took off his mask or she would have been able to watch his cheeks brighten from the heat storming in his veins. She was delicate and curvy and oh so delicious. As she stood there, regaining her posture, he tried, he really did try not to imagine what it would feel like to slide his hands along her waist, over the curve of her hip, grabbing the meaty flesh of her thighs, her ass. What it would feel like to press his mouth to her skin. 

“I could ask you the same thing.” She was sassy, bending at the knees to pick up her little knives.

Ghost’s eyes snapped to hers, praying the smudge chaol around his eyes had hidden where his stare had lingered. 

She raised a brow, cocking her head. 

“You shouldn’t be out here this late,” he said. He half-turned, gesturing with his hand to where the RV was. Her bunk. Where he wanted her to be.

She glanced at his hand. He’d forgotten that he’d taken his gloves off in the Humvee. This was the most skin she’d ever seen on him. 

“What are you, my mother?” she sassed back, crossing her arms like a brat, shifting her weight on one hip. 

“Just come with me,” he ordered, waving at her to join him. 

“No.”

His brows shot up, not that she could see. “That’s not a suggestion, Laura, let’s go.”

She bristled at her name falling off his tongue, in his accent, that rough way his voice molded to every syllable. 

“I don’t take orders from you, I’ll have you know,” she answered. “I’m not on your little taskforce.”

Ghost’s inside were aflame. He took one step forward, watching her drop her arms, round her eyes, try to fight that urge in her to step back. Like in the RV this morning. 

“Be a good girl and let’s go, yeah?” His voice had dropped, hushed, threatening, and he narrowed his eyes at her. And he watched, slowly, as her lips parted, that pet name making her eyes blink rapidly, her neck stiffen. 

But then, “No.”

Ghost surged forward, breaching the space between them in two long strides, coming toe-to-toe with her in a matter of seconds. Reaching out, his ungloved hand gripped her jaw, fingers digging into the flesh of her cheeks, her eyes widening, her mouth falling open by the force of his fingers on her jaw bone.

He tugged her to him that way, her hands coming out instinctively, knives falling to the ground again. She braced her hands against his stomach, looking up in surprise at him. 

His shoulders were heaving, fighting the urge to hurt her, to rip his mask off and bite her. This animal instinct in him pushing him over the edge, over the boundary he so carefully kept in place. 

He was tearing at the seams.

His eyes drifted down, over her pink mouth, her quivering lip, her beautiful teeth, her glistening, wet tongue. 

“Now you’re listening,” he said, deep, low tone rumbling off his chest. 

She was trembling, pressed against him, spine arched into him. Her eyes, huge, drinking in the light of the moon, watching him with so much curiosity that he forgot, for a second, where they were. 

“Why do you wear a mask?” she whispered awkwardly around the hold he had on her jaw. 

The way she said it, so delicately, drew the tension from his shoulders. He felt it melting along his arms, like hot butter in a pan, dripping into his fingers. His grip relaxed, digits shifting to rest along the beautiful curve of her neck. His other hand raised on its own, digging into the tangled mess of her dark locks. 

It was such a personal gesture, so intimate, the way he was holding her. 

“I just wear it,” he answered, tone low, voice far from the anger he’d been feeling minutes ago. 

“You have strange eyes,” she said. 

He frowned, and under his mask, he swallowed thickly. 

Something dewy, sickening, had dripped into Ghost’s belly, like tar gliding down his insides until it rested right between his legs. 

His fingers, floating delicately on the flesh of her neck, twitched. 

“Lets. Go. Now.” He said it through gritted teeth, holding back every instinct and urge in his body. 

Laura’s hands resting on his stomach pushed, trying to get him away, and he saw the change in her expression. The shift from open curiosity to an insulted, sour expression.

But Ghost didn’t take orders from her.

Quickly, just to reaffirm some sick sense of superiority, he tugged on her neck, fingers wrapping so effortlessly around her throat that Ghost had to bite back a moan.

She jerked her head back up, eyes wide, mouth ajar. Those pink lips, so delicious and inviting, made heat flare across his groin. 

He was getting painfully hard. 

“Next time,” he said, voice threatening, low, whispered along some sadistic lines of acrimony. “Next time, when I tell you to do something, you do it.”

He took a step closer, pressing her flush against every inch of him. He could feel the heat of her legs against his, and he was so close that he could see every freckle and pore on her face. 

“Understood?” It rumbled from his chest, that urge to command, to be in charge.

She stared up at him, letting the silence stretch between them, her eyes watering. 

Swallowing, she nodded.

He clicked his tongue, pressing harder on her throat, watching her mouth drop open slowly, fighting for air. God, what a beautiful sight.

“Use your words, princess.” And this time, he leaned in, skull mask brushing against her cheeks, the pet name falling almost silent between them. 

“Yes,” she whispered, and then, oh so quietly, “sir.”

Under his mask, a sadistic, sinister smile spread on his lips, and Ghost released Laura slowly, letting every finger pop off her skin, watching the white imprint turn pink. 

She gasped lightly, pushed against his stomach, and took a few steps back, putting as much space between them as she could. 

Ghost straightened. Laura stared at him, eyes wide, one of her hands pressing against her throat. 

Ghost gestured back towards the RV. 

She stood there for a second, breathing. 

Then she followed him.

***

When I woke up, every pore on my skin buzzed, like I had been plugged into a wall and turned to life. 

Somehow, some way, yesterday, standing before target practice with Ghost’s bare fingers imprinting on my throat, something had gone horribly wrong. 

I had seen the shift in his eyes, the dark smudge of domination pulsing in his irises. Some sadistic feeling had invaded every pore of my skin, and it hadn’t come from me. It was seeping out of Ghost’s skin like smoke, curling and snaking around my body, intoxicating and vicious and utterly wrong. 

I laid there in my bunk, listening to the sounds of Soap and Gaz through the door. A rumble, mumbles, utensils clanging against one another. 

I got out of bed quickly, trying to pretend I had courage but really I didn’t. I was wearing shorts and a sweater, and I knew it would cause trouble, but I didn’t care. If Ghost wanted to be this sinister, twisted thing - it was not my problem. 

I all but barged out the room, walking into the kitchenette that was bathed in morning light. As I tied my hair up, I caught sight of Soap, his mouth ajar, staring at me like I was Christ returned. Gaz, sitting in front of Soap and back to me, turned, frowning, and when he saw what I was wearing, turned right back to his breakfast.

I almost choked on my saliva when I spotted Ghost, pretending the cereal cabinet was really interesting. He sat beside Soap, only his balaclava over his face, the hood of his sweater pulled up. He eyed me from - what seemed to be - under his brows, eyes dark, unflinching in his stare.

“It’s like none of you have ever seen a woman before,” I mumbled. 

Soap chuckled. “I’m sorry,” he said. “It was inappropriate to stare like that.”

I hummed. 

“Soap hasn’t gotten laid since Feb - “ Gaz was cut off by something soaring through the air and hitting him square in the face. 

I laughed, eyes cast down to the bowl I was filling with cereal, shaking my head. “That’s a really long time, Soap,” I said, turning, pretending that my skin wasn’t crawling with smoke - with the residue of last night’s sadism.

Soap’s eyes were round and he was staring at Gaz as if the latter had broken every single vow he’d made to the army.

“Gaz never got a blow job,” Soap deadpanned. 

I was halfway to the table, working myself up, telling myself that last night was nothing and it didn’t mean shit. But I stopped, mouth open with a spoonful of Fruit Loops and milk halfway to my mouth. 

“Are you...” I trailed off.

“I’m going to fucking kill you, man,” Gaz grumbled. “I look like an idiot.”

Soap laughed, throwing his head back. 

I sat beside Gaz, careful to avoid the pair of midnight eyes staring at me from across the table. I tried to ignore the width of Ghost, his shoulders, his arms, the way he looked gigantic in the little kitchen of the RV. 

“Gaz, that’s... are you doing fine?” I asked. Soap chuckled even harder. 

Gaz groaned. “Yes!”

“Why?”

He turned to me and frowned. “How about you, sweetheart?” he gunned back. “How’s your precious little sex life, huh?”

I gulped on my cereal, raising my brows in surprise. “It’s fulfilled,” I mumbled, pretending to be distracted.

I was pretending a lot today. 

I noticed the very subtle shift in Ghost’s posture. His hands, ungloved, came resting on the table. His chiseled palms, those long fingers, bony but not. 

I tore my eyes from his hands. 

“Just pay, I guess?” I suggested, trying to alleviate the awkwardness that had very quickly taken precedence. 

Soap hummed. “I should.”

Gaz shrugged. “Debating.”

There was a silence, and then, very slowly, everyone turned to face Ghost. I looked up slowly, mentally preparing to meet his gaze.

He was staring, of course, straight through every boundary I had tried to put up between us. But then his eyes shifted and he looked at the boys. 

Gaz clucked his tongue. “Ghost has never had to pay,” he whined. “It’s kind of unfair.”

I frowned. “Why?”

I swear, if Ghost wouldn’t wear a mask, I could have seen him smile right now. I could smell the arrogance seeping from his flesh, that cocky, masculine ego spreading wide across the room. Like a shadow bleeding across the ceiling. 

Soap and Gaz exchanged a glance and smirked. 

“He just walks in,” Soap answered, “and the ladies, they just, uh, how to put this into appropriate terms? They just jump him?” He scratched the back of his head, nervous, flattening the base of his mohawk. 

My left brow raised and I freeze. “How... what?”

I turned to him, but Ghost was looking at the table, and - oh - he was definitely smiling. 

He shrugged, nonchalantly, slowly, like he’d had this exact conversation before. 

“My good looks, I guess?” he said, his voice brimming on the edges of humour. 

“Ew,” I said, getting back to my cereal.

Ghost rolled his eyes, the men erupting in laughter, cracking that awkward shell that had seemed to sink in on us. 

Soap left, mumbling something about hitting the gym “bright and early”. I was mentally begging Gaz not to go, but he closed his little notepad and got up.

My heart sank. 

I didn’t know what to do today, and the “friends” I had made at mess hall were army women, meaning they had jobs and duties to do and they probably wouldn’t want to just hang out. 

And I so didn’t want to be left alone with him. 

When the RV door had closed, leaving me alone with my phantom, I swallowed the last bit of my cereal and made to get up, but quickly, like a snap of a finger, Ghost’s hand reached out and clasped around my wrist. 

I turned back, a cold breath at my neck. 

He was looking up at me, those dark, big eyes inviting, his facade dropping to some pretend softness. I wanted to scoff.

“What?” I asked.

He tugged on my arm and my hip hit the edge of the table painfully. “You’re walking on thin ice, princess,” he said, tone dark and low. 

“Why?” My chin jutted out defiantly, and I could see the way his eyes tightened, the hesitation in the grip around my wrist. He didn’t like being questioned. 

He got up, and God he was tall. His shadow bled against the wall, sliding over me and suddenly, I was cold. Shivers erupted on my skin, bubbling along my bare thighs, and his eyes flicked down as he rounded the table and stood in front of me. 

“Wear those shorts again and I’ll rip them off of you.”

He let my wrist drop. 

I gulped and he watched the way my throat bobbed. Then he turned, put his hands in the front pocket of his hoodie, and walked to the bedroom. He closed the door. 

I scoffed lowly, feeling heat rise to my cheeks. And something dewy, like glowing, tingling honey, dripped low in my belly, sliding down to settle right in my core.

Oh, fuck. 

#ghost #ghost cod #simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon riley xoc #ghost x oc #ghostxoc #smut #fanfic #fic #simon riley fanfic #simon riley cod #dubcon

[lostboysmate4ever]

My Navi Avatar (With different hairstyles)

#avatar #colonel miles quaritch #miles quaritch #avatar quaritch #colonel quaritch #avatar miles quaritch #avatarcolonelmilesquaritch #lyle wainfleet #corporal lyle wainfleet #avatar way of water #avatar 2 #navi miles quaritch #navi #navi avatar #my oc #oc #xoc #navi quaritch #navi colonel miles quaritch #avatar navi #my oc do not steal #faceapp #avatar sean fike

[mysteriouspenguin29]

a redraw of a very antient picture

you know that very old picture i showed you guys way back when well I redraw it  and improved as best i could I think this is what I was gong for back then

now the character i think are suppose to be old design of my horror character crybaby who a princess and a ex friend oc who name i think was Mr. x or Dr. x something like that so here they are redraw as i remember their design from back then, than again i don’t remember much from back then i had so many oc i couldn’t keep track of them all

#oc xoc #original art #original oc #redraw #i did my best

[aliypop]

When The Sun Rises

Word Count:  667

Writers Notes:  I wanted to do a Drabble with my peaky oc and Tommy and nothing sounds better than fic where Tommy actually you know sleeps! anyways I hope you all enjoy the fic I have more in store

Warning: Fluffy

Pairing: OC ( Eleanor Williams ) / Thomas Shelby  

Arrow House had for once been peaceful as the sounds of light early morning March rain and wind began to beat against the windows. There laying in bed, were Tommy Shelby and his Wife Eleanor, soundly sleeping on a Friday morning, something that had been entirely rare for the couple, especially for Tommy, who had looked as if he had too much Whiskey, sitting up looking at the window was Eleanor, her eyes focused on the beautiful colors of the sun rising, golden yellow seeping through pink clouds that were once and would possibly return to be gloomy, but she couldn't imagine anything more peace than being next to the man she loved who brought her the most tranquility, "Tom darling..." she whispered as he snored. Thomas Shelby was out like a light and comfortable if he snored, "Thomas?" she whispered again, brushing a hair from off his forehead, this time a grumble as he turned to his side, like a horse with a fly around its face, even when asleep he was stubborn, it wasn't as if Lizzie didn't warn her, As Eleanor took a deep breath she began to wiggle out of bed in an attempt to start off her morning until she felt an arm around her waist, "Oye...Where do you think you're going," groggy blue eyes looking up at her, "I was going to get a start on breakfast and let you sleep in some before the boys wake up," she ruffled his hair as he kissed her brown sun-kissed skin, "Mmm, not letting you go. It's too early to get out of bed," Tommy groaned, "You're missing a beautiful sunrise..." "Beautiful sunrise, eh," he glanced over as she nodded. Tommy gave her a soft chuckle, his head still on his cloud-like pillow, "What's so funny, Mr. Shelby?" "Don't need a sunrise when I got you to look at," he smiled, pulling her closer. Eleanor had her head resting on his chest as she listened to his heartbeat. "And what about Breakfast?" "We've got cooks for that," he kissed her forehead, "And your meetings?" "Moved em to the afternoon," the soothing rain making him fall asleep, his eyelids getting heavier until he eventually fell asleep, "And the bo-" before she could even finish her words, he was snoring again with Eleanor cuddled into his side. The warm of his body and the sweet sound of rain had too lulled her back into the sweet arms of sleep, "I could stay like this forever," she mumbled into his chest, " Louis, You broke the Panopticon again!" "Did not!" "Did too!"

It was as if it were on que that the sound of heavy footsteps running down towards their room could be heard. Brown eyes filled with an annoyed rage only met with blue eyes holding the same expression, "Oh, for fuck sake..." "You wait till he finds out..." Was the last thing both Tommy and Eleanor heard, the two by eyes debating who would handle their three boys, "I hope you know you owe me later..." "Love you too, Mr. Shelby,"  the two heard crying outside their bedroom door. The sly smirk on Tommy's face only made Eleanor wish he'd been back in bed. As Eleanor got up, she put her robe on and her slippers. Standing next to her husband as if their moment of sleep had never happened, "John, give Louis back his toy!" Charlie yelled. He poked his head in, "It's a war zone out there," running after his two half brothers, Tommy turned to look at Eleanor as he gave her a quick peck on the lips, "If we have any more children, let's hope they're girls," Eleanor laughed as she t looked down at her stomach, "You hear that little one. Daddy's counting on you to be a girl," she grinned, walking towards the door as Tommy's usual emotionless face was stuck in a bit of shock, "Pick up your jaw, Honeybee. We've got a day ahead of us,"

#peaky blinders #peaky blinders fanfic #peaky blinders fanfiction #peakyoc #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders oc #tommy shelby fanfic #tommy shelby fanfiction #tommy shelby #tommy shelby xoc #fic drabble

[thewrittingratt]

Jo here with the Rules For Requesting!

Things I won't write

homophobia, Transphobia, anything hateful to the lgbtq community

smut(just a personal preference as writing it makes me uncomfy)

Requesting x oc

things to include in your request

the show/movie universe the request takes place in

what they look

their lifestyle

their personality

if it's romantic or platonic

who you are shipping them with(can be multiple characters) or who they are friends with(if it's for a platonic request)

Requesting X Reader

the show/movie universe it takes place

if its romantic or platonic

who they are being shipped with(can be multiple characters) or who they are friends with(if it's for a platonic request)

Fandoms and characters to request from

DC

Arkhamverse

The Batman 2022

Suicide Squad movies

Stranger Things

Jonathan Byers

Steve Harrington

Robin Buckley

Eddie Munson

One Piece Live Action

Buggy

Shanks

Zoro

Sanji

Slashers

Norman Bates

Otis Driftwood

Brahms Heelshire

Bubba Sawyer

Chop Top Sawyer

Stu Macher

Charles Lee Ray

The Lost Boys

Art The Clown

Thomas Hewitt

Stardew Valley

Shane

Sam

Sebastian

Alex

Harvey

Elliott

Emily

Brooklyn Nine-Nine

Jake Peralta

Charles Boyle

The Umbrella Academy

Luther

Klaus

Diego

Ben

Marcus

Alphonso

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Castiel

Crowley

Jack Kline

Gabriel

Scooby Gang

Fred Jones

Shaggy Rogers

Scooby-Doo 2002 and 2004 Movies

What's New Scooby-Doo?

Mystery Incorporated

Basically all the animated 2010s movies

Spiderman ATSV

Hobbie Brown(SpiderPunk)

Pavitr Prabhakar(SpiderMan)

Johnathon Ohnn(The Spot)

Patrick O'Hara(Web-Slinger)

Ben Riley(Scarlet Spider)

Spider Noir

Extra Characters

John Bender(The Breakfast Club)

Andrew Clark(The Breakfast Club)

Brian Johnson(The Breakfast Club)

Beetlejuice(BeetleJuice)

Cameron Frye(Ferris Bueller's Day Off)

!!!

If a fandom or character you would like to request for is not listed feel free to request for that character or fandom anyway and I'll see what I can do!

#x oc #x reader #dc x reader #dc x oc #stranger things x reader #stranger things x oc #opla x reader #opla x oc #slashers x reader #slashers x oc #stardew valley x reader #stardewvalley x oc #brooklyn 99 x reader #brooklyn 99 x oc #the umbrella academy x reader x #the umbrella academy x oc #supernatural x reader #supernatural x oc #scooby gang x reader #spiderman atsv x reader #spiderman atsv xoc #the breakfast club x reader #the breakfast club x oc #beetlejuice x reader #beetlejuice x oc #cameron frye x reader