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Materialistic Seduction

This is a part of my one-shot book about Raiden called: Ceraunophile. You can find the whole book on these platforms: FanFiction, AO3, Wattpad or Quotev. Mortal Kombat belongs to its respectful owners.

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Materialistic Seduction [+18]

"Do you think this looks better than the mustard one?"

Sonya asked you as you turned around to give your opinion on another dress your friend tried on. For what occasion one might ask? Well, answer that for yourself- just kidding. Johnny had asked Sonya to be his date for the premiere of his new film, and Sonya (not surprisingly) had no suitable dress in her closet. Not for a red-carpet event at least.

Hell, you didn't possess one either, so who were you to judge?

As a true best friend should, Sonya had asked for your help, and you, as a best friend should, didn't even hesitate to accompany her on a trip to the mall. You saw no harm in helping out, to be another pair of eyes here for you to find the best fit.

Only then did you realize just how bad of an idea taking you was.

You had literally never bought a dress for yourself IN YOUR LIFE! How were you to know what colours would match your best friend?!

"It does, but I have a feeling something blue would make your hair stand out more. Hmm..." trailing off, you perused the different articles, acting as if you had any real idea of what specifically you were looking for.

Admit it, you were just trying to sound a bit helpful even though you were doing most of the research on the spot. Behind your friend's back while the blonde was changing, googling as a woman possessed for articles that gave you an incentive on what colours to look out for.

Elder Gods, your inner woman felt pathetic.

Okay, enough self-pity, get over yourself, this shouldn't be that hard! Just turn on your brain and make logical connections!

You stood by your belief that a turquoise blue would most brilliantly stand out against Sonya's blond tress and matching blue eyes. Plain was off the table, it HAD to be something glamorous so it matched with her date's personality as much as it would shock him once he would lay eyes on her. You were convinced that with Sonya's level of confidence and sculpted body, she had what it took to rock any dress.

Your mind was running seven miles per hour at this point as you searched for a worthy candidate for what you had envisioned and- OH MY GOD THAT DRESS THERE WAS PERFECT!

It didn't take much for you to imagine your best friend in this piece of art. With gentle fingers, you took it off its hanger and presented it to the Commander.

"This Sonya, trust me, this is the one we've been looking for."

You tell her, sounding positively captivated by your choice, your friend noted discreetly as Sonya made her way to the changing room. She emerged after a short amount of time, slowly falling in love with the magnificent piece herself as you stood by her side against the massive mirror.

"[Y/N], I have to say, you might be right. It does look kinda good on me."

Your head almost unscrew itself from your spine so fast did you turn to your friend, unbelieving of what you were hearing, "Kinda?! Girl, don't tell me no bullshit, you look positively ravishing! Johnny's jaw will be hanging on the floor for the rest of the evening, you'll see!"

Sonya simply stood still as your verbal charade ended, arms crossed and one brow raised, questioning.

"Is that tone I am hearing, soldier?"

"Noooooo, but seriously, if I were Johnny, I wouldn't hesitate to jump your bones."

"Like those guys sending you bedroom eyes at the gym?" She retorted and a frown settled on your determined face before it morphed into disgust. You said it before, you didn't appreciate any other eyes on you than Raiden's.

"Ew, no, I pass."

"Thought so, not when you have caught yourself a god."

...

Thoroughly shocked, with words caught in your throat, you made an incomprehensible indignant sound to fill the space with your confusion. A furious blush has taken over your face while you sputtered questions along the lines of 'How', 'Why' and 'When'.

Sonya, with a soft quirk of lips, supplied, "You didn't think I wouldn't notice my best friend suddenly disappearing with the Thunder God in the middle of the dancefloor?"

"Uhm, yes?" You reply, trying not to act too guilty about being caught red-handed by your best friend, who should have been the first to know.

"You are right, I didn't make the connection at first. Johnny told me."

Now you were sheepish and embarrassed in equal measure. How did a harmless conversation turn this uncomfortable? Well, someone outing your secret and then being confronted about it wasn't going to be pleasant for anyone, but alas, you were at fault for not sharing.

You only hoped your bestie would understand why you had kept it from her.

Disapproving, you shook your head, muttering a 'Fucking snitch!' under your breath. Sonya couldn't help but laugh at what you said. You looked into her eyes and then let them drop.

"I am sorry for not telling you. You must angry at me."

Gowns and events forgotten, Sonya put a comforting hand on your shoulder, "You don't have to be and anyways, would I have asked for your help if I were truly mad at you?"

Most likely not, you nodded knowingly at her, beyond thankful that your little secret hadn't created a rift in your friendship.

"Does he make you happy?"

There wasn't any need to answer as the gratifying smile that broke out on your lips showed your friend the true extent of happiness your boyfriend - Sonya never thought she would come to associate the stoic Thunder God with that word - caused by simply being your significant other.

"Anyways, let's wrap things up here so we can grab a cuppa, don't you say?"

Glad to shrug off the tension, the idea of a hot cup of sweet tea sounded appealing, "Sounds good to me."

And after a quick visit to the cashier, Sonya's purse felt lighter than before as the two of you enjoyed your warm beverages with a dose of light-hearted small talk. Although you could tell that your best friend became curious pertaining to the details of your romantic liaison with Raiden.

I mean, who wouldn't be?

The air felt light around you two, having achieved all that you came to the shopping centre for. The day seemed to be concluded, you figured as Sonya finished her coffee, and you would soon part ways amicably.

That was how you thought it would play out.

Sonya had other ideas. Terrible ideas. Why in the Elder Gods were you going into a fancy lingerie shop?

Let me rephrase that.

WHY THE HELL ARE WE LOOKING OVER SEXY UNDERWEAR?!

"Umm, Sonya?" You waited for her gaze to settle on you, "What are we doing here?"

"Spicing things up for you."

Confused, you asked, "Why?"

"For the bedroom."

Offended, you asked again with a slight shrill in your tone, "WHY?"

"Dunno. We can't call it a shopping trip if only I get to buy something. We have to get you something too!"

"But why lingerie?!" You hissed through gritted teeth.

"Because you need it!"

"Do not!"

"You do!"

"DO NOT!"

"Oh for Christ's sake [Y/N], you're running around in sports bras long enough! Just imagine the face Raiden will make once he sees you in one of those. You will have him salivating like a dog."

This wasn't how you imagined him to react at all, he wasn't some prude after all. But the intensity with which he would look upon you, you could picture in your mind. With relative ease, you could see the last tethers of his self-control snapping within seconds before he would strike and ravage your alluring body to new heights.

The thought made you impossibly aroused, and say what it may about you, that was all it took for you to follow through with Sonya's idea.

So this was how you ultimately ended up posing in front of your bathroom mirror a few hours later, in nothing but your freshly bought underwear; a matching chemise discarded on the toilet lid. After one last contemplating glance at your reflection, you splashed your face with water for refreshment and jumped into bed.

Though with no intention to sleep as you waited for the return of your Thunder God.

Raiden came to you sooner than you expected, and you nervously adjusted your position to look as seductive as possible. You know, like those playboy models that some boys in your high school seemed to hinge on during the breaks.

But the fantasies and possible scenarios kept you wanting and desperate. More than you ever have been.

Your heart picked up as you heard the bedroom door open, rusty hinges squeaking with the movement (you'd have to oil them soon). The darkness of the room hid your nervous silhouette. A short silence followed that had your body itching in anticipation and impatience, close to being unbearable when a rustle of cloth permeated the room's silence.

Raiden was taking his clothes off, you could tell, and none the sooner you felt your mattress dip with his weight. Any time soon, he would notice and confront you about it, only...

He did nothing. Simply continued to lie on his side of the bed. Feeling lost, your mind ran on overtime as you drummed over other solutions to your small problem. Perhaps you weren't as straightforward with your intent as you imagined.

In an attempt to catch his attention without blowing your cover, you shuffled closer with some made-up noises. Once you were skin-to-skin, enough to invite him to touch you and discover his surprise, now you were positively thrumming energy.

Yet it still amounted to nothing, no reaction at all, and even your sexual drive slowly receded with the lack of interest. It left you disappointed in him and most importantly, yourself, as you couldn't have failed more spectacularly than this.

With that in mind, you disregarded any possible option of continuing and prepared yourself for a frustrated attempt at falling asleep. In the end, you did somehow end up falling asleep but you don't even remember how long it took you as you found yourself slowly awakening within the next moment.

Not to the morning light shining through the gasp of your drapes.

Not to the hooting of cars in a faraway street.

Not even the barking of that Rottweiler your neighbours kept walking in the morning hours.

It was a tender sensation, not quite like a touch, but soft to be misjudged as one. A faint humming gave the atmosphere a warmth that made a smile blossom on your face. If only every morning with Raiden could be like this. Warm and sweet, like a fine tea to get rid of residual sleepiness.

Raiden had other ideas though, once his eyes drank the utterly sensual sight of you. The silky sheets pooled messily around as you rested on your side, away from him, with a pillow tucked underneath your head. You embodied the epitome of peace. It was, however, not the only thing he noticed in his visual venture.

He had never seen you in such revealing clothing before and he particularly liked the light blue chemise that looked, against the few rays of gold, like a holy veil. And your body an altar to be worshipped. In that case, he would gladly adhere to the role of a devoted believer.

However, your innocence certainly conjured the most sinful ideas in his imagination. Devoid of ill intent, but full of lust and desire. The images came to him easily, seamlessly transitioning and overlapping into a vision so pleasurable, he got hard in no time.

About how he could take you. How he could elicit in you the greatest heights of ecstasy. In different positions. Through different touches. Through...

At first, it had him taken back. Fantasizing was an entirely new thing for his virtuous self after all and for a second, he reprimanded himself. That he shouldn't be thinking of you with such depraved thoughts. Especially not while you were SLEEPING! But you had a way of sweeping away the very foundations his being stood on.

And this time was no different.

He decided, in a valiant effort to calm down, to listen to your periodic huffs of small breaths. His mind wouldn't pounce on that, surely. But it did, viciously, as he thought about how it sped up during your shared passion and he resisted the urge to grind his aching need into the sheets, or worse, you.

He would have no words for his actions if you woke up to him rutting against you like some sort of animal, not the dignified individual that he presumed himself to be.

How could he want you this strongly by only gazing at you? By this point, he was getting desperate for you. For your warmth. For the way you sometimes whispered his name lewdly into his ear, or screamed it when Raiden brought you to peak-

"Hmm... Raiden?" you called out sleepily, a lilt of confusion to your small voice that had him repressing his befuddled state even more. But a roaring fire once stoked, could hardly be put out by the wind. It only served to enhance the frenzied flame that churned inside of him.

He wanted to greet you into waking up to a new day, but he feared his voice would give him away, if his inappropriate actions haven't already.

The god's silence gave your time to sober up a bit. The sleep-induced grogginess gradually faded with the realization of space and time. It was morning, not too early but not yet noon as well. You felt rested, despite the disappointment from yesterday.

However, as you turned to catch a glance of Raiden, you realized something was wrong. He was frowning, like when he was in deep thought, but it looked as if he was particularly conflicted this time around.

It couldn't have been of the positive kind, as his body appeared tense, muscles tightened like a bowstring, "Honey, talk to me, what's wrong?"

His eyes flickered to yours hurriedly, as if he was deliberately concentrating on anything that wasn't you. That was when you saw just how much they had darkened, glazed over with unbridled desire, and the sight alone debauched you in ways only your Thunder God could.

Unlike other times though, you had no intentions of giving in easily this time. You'd act cross with him since he had, unknowingly mind you, denied you release yesterday. Sly wasn't a trait one would associate with you in any concept, but that was before Raiden became part of your life, and before you experienced the infuriating feeling of sexual frustration.

Teasingly, you ran a hand across his feverish skin, and as expected, it elicited a violent shudder from your lover, "Gods, Raiden, you are shivering! Should I get you something to warm up?"

At loss for words as he seemed, a simple 'no' made it out of his orifice. You yourself had no words to describe the empowerment you felt, but you would indulge in such depraved thoughts once you were done with your mission.

Feigning the notion of not knowing better, you continued with your charade of concern, "Should I fetch you another blanket or? Oh, tea! Right! I'll go and make you some oolong tea. That will surely warm you up!"

Just as you were about to let him be on his own, a sturdy arm came around your mind, momentarily robbing your breath due to its force as Raiden brought you to himself. Your instincts tingled with danger as you felt him exhale against the shell of your ear.

"I... I need you."

Gosh, you might as well have died right there, right now. You could swear his baritone had never dropped this low. Coupled with those sensuous syllables dripping from his mouth like fine silk, well, it left the empty walls of your channel to clench around nothing. He had you right back to where you were yesterday, and from this standpoint, it seemed that what you had in mind seemed far crueller than initially thought.

But you would not let him have his way quite yet, as sorely tempted as you were.

Like a cat that got the cream, you cooed with barely constrained amusement.

"Are you running a fever as well, my dear?"

A hand of yours, tingling with residual needles, swept across the smooth skin of his forehead to find it absolutely packed with heat (as if you weren't burning up from the inside out). You were curious to see how far you could push him with this. If you could manage to coax out his rougher - no, hmmm, how should you put his - primal? - side of him.

You simply wanted him to explore those intimate parts of himself that he had yet to discover.

"Nay, my love! I-"

Taking his hesitation into an advantage, you rushed out of his embrace to saunter off into the kitchen like a feline that got her way, with a pronounced sway to your hips, enticing him further. Fighting to keep the Cheshire grin off your face, the hungry gaze of his would have pulled you back to him like a string.

Once you have passed the door and out of sight, your palm moved to your heart almost immediately, overwhelmed and unbelievably shaky. You actually pulled that off! With your timid nature no less! Willpower next to none!

It was hugely out of character, ESPECIALLY for someone like you, who most jerks would call a good girl. Complaisant and obedient. But your actions spoke louder than words. Denying him once inspired some braver parts of you to poke the dragon doubtlessly hidden inside of him.

Whether you would come to regret it was up to the upcoming minutes.

Although seriously speaking, the god would have to approach with some unconventional tastes to truly scare you off. But you were confident that wasn't to be the case with him. You simply didn't peg him as an overly kinky guy.

Lost in your musing, the lurking giant behind you totally escaped your notice until you felt him against your diminutive frame, touch scorching as he, with all the time in the world, caressed your curves as one would touch something delicate.

And indeed, for him, that was the bottom line of words that were worthy enough of your person. Sometimes he wished to study more words to bequeath you with, for he feared that he had already exhausted every vocable there was, and it felt shortcoming. A shame it may be, the Thunder God preferred to be a man of actions than words, he felt most strongly compelled to do such when all coherency has fled his mind. Which, often not, happened the moment you injected him with desire.

A craving which, the longer your romantic relationship went on, became more defined and pronounced to a point where the god had fewer inhibitions in expressing yearnings that his responsibility to Earthrealm prevented from being realized before.

With the shackles that he so willingly imposed on himself, there was no remedy from their weight before you entered the picture. In truth, he hadn't been all that aware of it. How much depended on him. In the midst of all of that, the importance of free time never crossed his mind.

There wasn't really much to him as a person other than his onus. On some days, he liked to entertain the idea that he might have been born BECAUSE of this purpose. Consider it his own little pep talk for the harder days.

He thought that was part of being a God.

But you showed him that was no at all there was to it.

Alas, were he of clear mind, he might have waxed poetry the likes of the greatest poets of human history. That privilege, however, Raiden would leave for another day when your pliable body wasn't giving him ideas that would make the devil blush.

And he had every intention of going through it... only with your consent.

"My love," he rumbled so deliciously into your ear, "my goddess, let me adore you."

You gulped as you felt his member prodding against your lace panties, hell might have felt cooler than your core. His words quickly chased any form of teasing you might have planned. The poor tea was discarded and forgotten in an instant.

Rationality was exchanged for the unbearable ache for him. A wildfire was sparked between the two of you and your arm reached behind you, to tangle your fingers into his uncombed hair, inching his head closer to the neck that you have craned in response to his desire. Following his lust, he wasted no time skimming his velvety lips against the exposed patch of skin; it smelled like vanilla (or so his nose tried to convince him) and it made him bury his nose into you with greater fervour.

The open-mouthed kisses meant to devour you had you lapping for breath, leaving you with a feeling of being drowned, and yet not. His passion was difficult to put into words, but you felt how it challenged you to match it, mirrored by the way you tightened your grip on his strands. He growled against you and a girlish yelp left you as he spun you around to effortlessly lift you onto the kitchen counter. A fleeting image of this one time when he had tried to make you something to eat flitted through your mind, how adorably sweet he had been caked in flour.

Now it had become a stage that resembled another porn video. Cooking, from this point on, would become rather interesting after the two of you were done.

Fuck, look at him! What a sight he makes!

Positively BURNING for you. Thrumming with sexual tension that was about to explode into something so mind-boggling that you almost couldn't contain your excitement. Gone were those days were such activities scared the hell out of you. It was so easy to give yourself over to him without a second thought. To fall into him, figuratively speaking.

His presence resonated a signal of security, inviting and welcoming anything and everything. You have never felt such with any other person of the other sex and it liberated you in your actions immensely. There was a tightening sensation in your chest, a sort of vigorous tingling with each touch of your lover, so positively possessed to be part of your very being by the way he latched himself to you.

You never needed anyone so much as him at this moment, and it didn't terrify you to act on your desire.

"Damn, t-touch me, Raiden. I need to feel you."

You never heard yourself beg for something this desperately, and blushed at how it sounded to your own ears. You would have cared, but the god's hands were already working on unwrapping you from the set of lingerie you had bought yesterday specifically for him. Sonya's idea appeared so brilliant to you now, that some part of you regretted fighting against it in the first place.

The god's mind was bereft of words as he took a moment to gaze at your form, gloriously naked and within range for him to revere. Focused on fulfilling his word of practising worship upon your body. He made you the centre of his universe, and his intentions were clear when he spread your legs - when did he take off your panties? - and got on his knees, levelling his head with your dripping folds. His eyes could have burnt another hole in you by their vehemence and most surprisingly, there was no urge for you to close your legs out of shyness.

You felt POWERFUL, to have a literal god on his knees for you. Despite his masculinity that screamed dominance in this instance, you felt like the one who held the reins, so you arched your back a little and further opened those hips for him. A look flashed between the two of you as you offered your most intimate parts to the Thunder God. There would have to be found a new word to describe the level of wetness you achieved when he lowered his face to your crotch.

You couldn't help but hyperfocus on his lips, and he couldn't look away from your petals, surrounded by a soft patch of hair. There was a bit of a warm, coiled tension, your muscles started to tense up in anticipation, expressed in the way you let out a shuddering moan once his lips made first contact.

"Oh my God, Raiden."

You were thankful that although you were both heavily drunk on longing, he didn't dip his feet too deep into the uncharted waters, and paused at times you needed him to. He began with kisses and licks that did a wonderful job of letting you adjust while also prepping you for the next steps. You prayed he would discover that he could use his tongue on his own because you mistrusted your ability to create any semblance of a sentence-

Oh! He did!

And it told you exactly what you've been missing out on. The sensation of an active, slippery tongue was foreign to your groin. It felt gratifying in the most unexpected ways, soothing an annoying itch you had since you felt his rod pushing against your rump. It was a different kind of penetration, not as invasive or linear. By the time you grew fairly accustomed to this squishy feeling, waves overlapping waves started building somewhere in your belly, the heat impacted you as much as his member would, but what really stood apart was the phenomenal texture and the way it inquisitively searched out every untouched nook and cranny of your channel. It was a good thing you showered before going to sleep.

The god in return, fuelled by basic instincts and youthful energy, intrinsically concentrated on his strenuous efforts as much as he tried to catalogue the new territory he had read about while doing research. The outer labia were plump and soft. He noticed as you become more and more aroused, the inner labia became engorged, wet, warm, and smooth to the tongue and lips.

They felt incredibly soft and squishy as the god alternated between kissing and licking, and he couldn't help but gently suck on them occasionally as well - you responded stronger to that. The pubic hair pleasantly rubbed on his cheeks, enriched by the rapturous smell he had yet to decipher. The vaginal opening had smooth, rounded edges that Raiden could feel with his tongue once he slipped it inside you as deep as it can reach. In and out, faster then slower, he could feel the slippery vaginal walls firmly around his muscle, beginning to constrict.

It happened instinctively, that you arched your back in response to a particularly precise stroke of his tongue, that you almost slipped off the kitchen counter weren't it for Raiden hefting his strong arms around your twitching thighs. Scrambling for purchase, which you found in his hair, sounds of delight freely flowed through your gaping mouth as he ate you out like a man starved. He also occasionally responded with a grunt or muffled groan that vibrated oh-so-deliciously against your sensitive skin.

Drunk on your pleasure, enraptured by your musky scent and most of all, ravenous for your marvellous taste. He gulped the cocktail of hormones, this nectar of life as if it were his sole purpose. Completely oblivious to his own mounting pressure on his purposefully neglected member. It was as he had exclaimed many times before - your pleasure was his pleasure.

The unabated truth came, you were close. Very, very close to finishing. Breath laboured despite not doing anything than grinding wantonly against his face, you miraculously chanced a glance at your lover and found him staring right back... and that had done it for you. His head between your legs, eyes deliberately keeping eye-control on your unravelled form would sear its way into your memory.

His name echoed in your ears even after you tried to collect yourself. Recovery was a slow process. A pleasant haze dizzied your vision as your breath eventually evened out. Any perception of time eluded you, but the buzz in your bones did not. Boneless, would describe it better.

"Raiden, honey," you started after regaining some sense, "that was absolutely amazing!"

When he didn't answer you, concern made its treacherous return to your mind. Had something happened during your climax?

Pushing your hunched upper body forward, you narrowed your eyes enough to analyze the state he was in, and within seconds you came to the sudden realization that it wasn't only you who had achieved completion.

You had come together.

Raiden servicing you was enough for him to get off with you. Would you possess an ego, it would have been on the roof by now. But being frugal suited you better, and you savoured the sight of his handsome face, from the nose down, soaked with a combination of your release and his own saliva while stroking his shambolic long hair.

That was one heck of a morning.

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nanaosaki3940 · 2 years

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The Warmth Of A Cruel Beauty

Pairing: Satoru Gojo X OC, Megumi Fushiguro X OC, Yuta Okkotsu X OC.

Warning: Age-gap romance (no smut), long post, JJK manga spoiler.

Genre: Romance, fluff, angst.

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen.

A/N: I know this is an xOC fic but you can read it as a self-insert if you like. And this is a small snippet of my JJK fanfic ‘Lovely & Deadly’ posted on Quotev and Wattpad.

Part 2: His Rival

Part 3: Gojo Sensei & Hokkaido

Nana Osaki was a cruel girl. She always had been one.

"I like Suguru-kun better than Satoru-kun."

Those were her first words when she met her mother's students for the first time at the age of four. Her mother, Akiko Osaki, was a special grade sorcerer and a teacher at Tokyo Jujutsu High. She was also the sensei of Satoru Gojo from the Gojo clan where she taught him the basics of Jujutsu sorcery when he was a little boy and because of her mother, Nana was familiar with the eccentric Satoru ever since she was a little baby. It wasn't like she despised the white-haired boy or anything, but she did find him a bit weird because of his over-the-top childish behavior.

Years ago when Nana's mother brought her to the Jujutsu High campus for the first time in order to introduce her to the new 1st year students, the little girl came face to face with two unfamiliar faces standing right beside the well-familiar Satoru; Suguru Geto and Shoko Ieiri. Shoko was very nice and sweet towards the little girl causing Nana to already like her but something about Suguru caught her attention the most.

Suguru was a much more kind and proper young man back then, especially compared to Satoru. He understood the importance of manners and carried himself with dignity as a jujutsu sorcerer, causing him to believe that Satoru had far too rude of an attitude in his opinion. But despite disagreeing from time to time, Suguru and Satoru were still best friends.

Already exhausted from having someone like Satoru in her life only at the age of four, Nana was very much delighted to meet someone like Suguru who radiated a sparkly aura of 'Prince Charming' by just flashing out a simple gentle smile at her, flattering the little girl's heart along the way. And this caused her to say such harsh words which broke Satoru's fragile, delicate heart a bit. But then again, at the same time, he didn't really care about what she actually felt about him back then.

Satoru had always been a cocky and arrogant individual ever since he was a little kid. To put it in simple words, he didn't care about anyone else but himself. Sure he loved his friends and his teachers and deeply cared about them at times as well, but in most cases, he thought of himself as this superior being to everyone around him, an untouchable and unbreakable God of a human. Arrogance and cockiness were the main reasons why Nana was always so skeptical of Satoru from the very beginning.

Besides, him not wanting to waste his time and energy on weakling non-sorcerers was also another reason Nana wasn't very fond of that white-haired boy. Sure he was breathtakingly beautiful when it came to his exterior looks with those sparkling icy-blue eyes and soft snow-white hair but unfortunately, he possessed a pretty shitty personality and Nana was someone who hated such people. She hated people who thought highly of themselves and Satoru was definitely in that category; a narcissistic prick.

Satoru always had this high and mighty persona around him while he possessed an unfiltered mouth and was always blatantly disrespectful towards the Jujutsu higher-ups. He was unsympathetic, cruel, and cold-blooded, especially towards his enemies, always carrying himself with pride and arrogance. Nana, who was still a little child back then, didn't favor such kind of attitude, causing her to dislike Satoru for this particular reason.

Not to mention he even had the audacity to call her such names like 'brat' or 'spoiled princess' from time to time which infuriated Nana to no extent. Nana wasn't a spoiled brat, she knew that very well. Despite being a little child and not having her mother around 24/7 to teach her proper etiquette and manners, Nana naturally developed a well-polished mannerism and a kind personality all on her own which she inherited from her dear late father.

In short, Nana and Satoru were on the opposite side of the spectrum and didn't go along quite well. And this could be seen as clear as daylight whenever Akiko asked the white-haired boy to babysit her daughter. There were times when he had to cancel his dates and random hookups just to watch over the little girl much to his own dismay. Although this didn't make him despise her completely, he still thought that he would rather go on dates and get laid than take care of a 'snotty-nosed' brat for hours (Nana isn't a snotty-nosed brat. It's just how Satoru views every child around him).

But all of these started to change when that certain incident happened; the Star-Plasma Vessel Assassination Mission.

After his battle with Toji Fushiguro where he lost his dear sensei Akiko and new best friend Riko Amanai, Satoru cut off all his contact with Nana for almost 2 years straight. He kept his distance from the little Osaki girl as far as possible because of the guilty that was eating him from the inside for not being able to protect her mother from dying in the hands of Toji. And shortly after when Suguru walked out of his life, he slowly started to realize his mistakes. Cutting off all ties with Suguru affected him greatly. Satoru was left horrified and panicked after learning that Suguru, his one and only best friend, had become a murderous curse user and when he attempted to reason with his friend, he eventually realized and accepted that he lost the one person he truly saw as an equal.

Soon after he lost Akiko and Suguru all at once from his life, Nana's maternal grandmother, Granny Osaki reached out to him for a 'small' favor.

“I heard you’re taking in Toji Zenin’s son and his stepdaughter? Aren’t you a bit too young for this?” the elder woman asked in a calming tone as she looked over at the young boy in his late teen with a curious look.

“Nah, I don’t think so...” Satoru replied nonchalantly and shrugged. “It’s nothing really. Besides, I also kinda feel responsible. After all, I was the one who killed the boy’s father.”

“What’s his name? Toji's son.” she asked.

“Megumi Fushiguro. He’s the same age as Nana-chan…” He replied.

The elder woman went silent for a moment as Satoru quietly sipped the tea that was offered to him.

“Satoru, I have an offer for you.” the woman spoke up and the white-haired boy looked up through his sunglasses. “Well, it’s more of a request than an offer if I am being completely honest with you… Also, I know a lot has happened in your life recently and all…”

“Let’s hear it.” Satoru replied, resting his arms on the kotatsu table.

The woman let out a heavy breath and looked straight into his eyes.

“I want you to take Nana under your supervision and make her a strong jujutsu sorcerer like her mother.” She stated.

Satoru’s icy-blue eyes went wide open as he stared at the woman in front of him in surprise.

“I’m asking you this only because Nana is Akiko’s daughter and Akiko was your teacher. If Akiko was still alive and didn’t pass away in that tragic accident last year, then I won’t have asked something like this to you. But now that both Akiko and her husband Yasu are dead, Nana’s literally an orphan. She has no one except me. Right now, I’m taking care of her, but I’m also getting old and as her maternal grandmother, I’m worried for Nana’s future.” She went on.

“You’re asking me to take in Nana-chan with those Fushiguro siblings? Granny, you know Megumi-kun’s father is the reason why Akiko sensei isn’t here with us anymore, right?” Satoru asked, still feeling quite shocked about this.

“Let the children remain unaware of this.” the woman replied.

Satoru remained silent as he furrowed his eyebrows at the elder woman and clenched his fists.

And it wasn't long before he took in Nana along with Megumi Fushiguro and Tsumiki Fushiguro. Satoru even started to change his attitude towards the kids, especially Nana, given how he acted around her years back. He became a bit more sympathetic and caring in general. For Nana, he wanted to change. It was his way of making up to her for her mother's death. He became more and more generous and considerate towards other people's feelings. And seeing this change in him made Nana slowly break down the ice wall they created between them.

As things started to change between those two for the betterment, Satoru noticed that Nana was someone who never fawned over him; never once in her lifetime. Irrespective of age and gender, Satoru was extremely popular among everyone around him. Girls loved him and boys wanted to be like him. But not Nana. She wasn't a part of his fan group. In his eyes, she was a whole different species, someone who was never afraid to call out his bullshits.

Nana never saw Satoru as a friend but rather as a mere acquaintance because she didn't want this eccentric man to get too involved in her regular life. In her eyes, he was an idiotic human being. But this attitude of her didn't last long when she started to learn Jujutsu sorcery under his supervision.

Black Beast: Rashomon was one of the cursed techniques Nana inherited from her late mother. It was summoned from within her body which transformed into an omnivorous, shadow-like black beast and could be switched between offense and defense to suit Nana's needs. Rashomon could take on a form of a shadow-like beast made up of what seemed to be dark matter, drawn from inter-dimensional or other similar sources. It could consume anything, even space itself, and once space was split, guns or fire couldn't hurt Nana.

In other words, Rashomon was a strong yet very dangerous cursed technique. But before she was able to use this technique properly to the full extent, Nana had to go through one hell of tough training to control the black beast within her body and Satoru was there for her the entire time. Days turned months and months turned years before she was able to master the technique.

Nana had always been a quick learner; attentive, determined, and stubborn. She didn't know how and when to give up. She was a strong girl, both physically, mentally, and emotionally, and was someone who always got her job done with all her might. A hard worker and a curious learner, Nana had this drive in her to improve herself and move forward which Satoru found quite intriguing about her.

Not just only that, Nana always carried herself with grace and dignity and prided herself on being both a strong girl and a capable sorcerer, which was why she didn't take too kindly to those who belittled her in both respects. She was a feminist who believed that now was the age of equal rights for men and women. She was always depicted as calm and composed, but when angered she was quite the force to contend with, often sadistic in her retaliation, just like her mother Akiko Osaki.

And Satoru respected the way she carried herself even as a six-year little child.

Nana was so little back when she first stepped into his apartment; small yet confused and anxious at the same time. She was a bit shy around the Fushiguro siblings upon their first meeting but when Tsumiki welcomed her with a warm hug while Megumi acknowledged her presence with a mere head nod and soft eye contact, Nana began to warm up to them. So polite and affectionate towards her new friends and family members, but not towards Satoru though. It was cute, really. That ever pretty scowling face whenever she faced that white-haired man as if she was going to throw up on him, Satoru found her attitude towards him quite hilarious.

But he couldn't blame her for this though. It wasn't like his attitude towards her was any better and likable during the earlier years of their relationship. But even so, he still hoped that one day Nana would turn out to be welcoming like Tsumiki and abandon her usual distant and 'always-seem-to-be-scowling-at-Gojo' persona which she then shared with Megumi.

There were nights when Nana couldn't get a wink of sleep because of her nightmares, so Satoru always found himself staying up all night beside the little girl, comforting her with sweet words. After hearing small sniffles coming from her bedroom one night, Satoru would knock softly on her door before going in. He would see Nana cuddled up in a corner, her small body shaking from the cold yet she won't reach out for the blanket, only wrapping arms around herself and sitting there on the bed.

“Nightmares?” he asked, his voice always so soft and gentle for her.

"No." Nana would squeak out softly while frantically rubbing her tear-stained face with her long, thin shirt sleeves, then proceed to cover her face with them in embarrassment causing her to bury her face into her knees, pulling them close to her chest while Satoru would smile at her chubby red cheeks and pouting lips.

And from then on, Satoru always made sure to stay with Nana every night until she fell asleep, no matter if he had an urgent business or not. He’d always kiss her forehead tenderly before leaving the apartment, a reassuring grip around her form while brushing his soft lips on her forehead before getting pushed away from the girl by a disgusted scowling Megumi.

Satoru didn't even know himself when he started to feel this way; this strange feeling of wanting to protect her, love her, and care for her. Her sweet smile, her soft giggles, and her kind heart were something worth killing for. Nana always made him weak and fragile, something he never felt before. Years passed by and this feeling of adoration and protectiveness began to grow into something really strong and before he knew it, the damage was already done.

Satoru Gojo fell in love with his former sensei's daughter Nana Osaki; no lust and sexual attraction, just pure love, and admiration.

“She’s still a teenager, you know...” Shoko stated and Satoru tilted his head to look at her, feigning confusion. “I'm talking about Nana-chan, you dolt..."

This made Satoru wonder if he was really that bad at hiding, or was Shoko just too perceptive. But he thought it was the latter option.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Satoru sang out, still deciding to act stupid.

“She’s going to attend this school with Fushiguro next year..." Shoko pointed out, raising an eyebrow. "You’re going to be with her more frequently, so you can’t hide it for long.”

Satoru watched the then-current four first-years (Maki, Yuta, Toge, and Panda) training in front of him as he tried picturing Nana in there like how she would look with the jujutsu student uniform or how she always seemed to stand out to him in a crowd. Satoru knew yet he still denied it. He knew he had to figure something out, had to figure himself out, but he didn’t know how to. He didn't know what to do. Satoru Gojo, the strongest, was clueless for the first time in his whole life. He wanted to embrace this feeling of happiness, excitement, and acceptance but reality and morality were restricting every part of his muscle fiber.

“What the fuck is wrong with me?” Satoru whispered out and Shoko snorted at him.

"If Suguru was here he would've taken that chair and crashed it onto your head." Shoko chuckled, smirking at him. "Maybe I should just call the police."

"You know it’s not that kind of attraction.” Satoru groaned out, rolling his eyes at her. "I'm sure I'm not a fucking sicko. I just love her, that's all..."

He knew he couldn't just stop these feelings all of a sudden. There was no way in hell this warm feeling and emotion were leaving him so soon.

“Let it happen, I guess.” Shoko sighed, taking a small puff from her cigarette as Satoru stared at her like a hopeless man. “But remember if you ever act on these feelings, there’s no turning back, Satoru."

Such a cruel girl Nana Osaki was, for making him feel this way.

“Aww, he’s so cute!” Akiko Osaki squealed out as she gushed over at the newborn baby boy sleeping peacefully in the arms of his mother. “What’s his name?”

“Megumi.” The mother replied with a smile before looking down at her sleeping son again.

Yasushi Takagi, Akiko’s husband, chuckled out in amusement as he walked over to the two women with his sleeping daughter in his arms before standing beside Toji Fushiguro, the father of the baby boy.

“Congratulations, Toji.” Yasu smiled causing Toji to return the gesture.

“Thanks, Yasu.” Toji replied before looking down at the baby girl in Yasu’s arms. “She looks just like you, Akiko. I bet she’ll grow up into a fine young lady one day.”

“Is that your way of saying that I’m beautiful? I always knew you had a crush on me back in the days, Toji.” Akiko smirked at the man smugly.

“I never had a crush on you, you crazy woman.” Toji deadpanned, causing everyone to chuckle out in response before Akiko took her sleeping daughter from her husband’s arms and faced Megumi and his mother.

“Nana-chan, this is Megumi-kun. And Megumi-kun, this is Nana-chan. You kids will become friends and classmates one day, you know.” Akiko gleefully introduced the babies together and Megumi’s mother softly giggled in response.

And just then, both the babies slowly fluttered their eyes open and soon locked their gazes with each other, as if they were diving into each other’s minds and souls. At that moment something happened that the parents didn’t even realize themselves, and neither did the babies. It was inevitable. There was no escaping. The fate was already been sealed at that moment.

Nana Osaki and Megumi Fushiguro were destined to be together forever.

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Ever since he met her for the first time, Megumi always thought Nana was really pretty. No, not pretty. To him, beautiful would be more appropriate to describe both her exterior looks and her personality. She was beautiful in many and in all ways to him. Megumi could still vividly remember the day he met Nana for the first time.

She was this 6-year-old little girl, the same age as him, who stood shy and timidly in front of him and his sister at the doorstep of Satoru's apartment. The white-haired Gojo boy gently pushed the girl forward to introduce herself to the Fushiguro siblings and when she finally spoke up in a soft tone, introducing herself as Nana Osaki, Megumi gave her a curious look; so she's from the Osaki clan.

Tsumiki was the first one to break the ice as she happily skipped over and pulled Nana into a warm bear hug. The little girl at first flinched a bit because of the sudden skin contact before immediately relaxing into the older girl's arms upon realizing how welcoming the sister was while Megumi on the other hand didn't say too much as he simply greeted her with a small 'hello' and a head nod as it was his way of welcoming her and recognizing her presence.

Satoru then spoke up again and blabbered out something nonsense like he always did, something Megumi couldn't recall what it was, and in response, the little boy simply rolled his eyes at the older one. What caught his attention was Nana's response because much to his own surprise he noticed Nana rolling her eyes as well and muttered out a small 'stupid Satoru-kun' towards the older eccentric boy. Little Megumi was over the moon upon hearing those words and when he privately asked the girl about her opinion on Satoru to which she replied that she found the Gojo boy really annoying, Megumi felt like he was in heaven at that moment.

Finally, Megumi Fushiguro found his soulmate.

And from that day onward Megumi and Nana bonded over their mutual distaste toward Satoru much to the white-haired boy's dismay. In Megumi's eyes, Nana looked pretty when she smiled, but she looked prettier still when she frowned. That’s what made her special, he always thought, because she could make even a frown look as pretty as a smile. Maybe it was that she was always frowning a little whenever Satoru was around, and maybe it was because Megumi liked her as a friend and companion, but her frown was just so pretty to the little boy.

"A parent-teacher meeting?" Satoru asked when he and the three kids were having dinner together one evening.

"Yes." Megumi replied while Nana nodded her head at him.

"And you want me to go?~" Satoru cooed with a big shit-eating smirk forming on his lips.

"No." Nana immediately replied back curtly, frowning at the older man in disgust.

“What?! Why?!" the white-haired man gasped out in shock. "Am I not your guardian?!"

"You're insufferable. We don't want you." Nana scoffed in response.

"But, I am a great guardian, Nana-chan!”

"No, you're not. First, you are a dick. And second, you annoy everyone all the time.”

“Because it's fun!”

“Just for you. But anyway, don’t show up. Megumi and I already planned on asking Shoko-chan and Nanami-san about this.”

“But!-”

“Satoru-kun, I said no!”

“You’re horrible! Why do I love you again?”

"I didn't ask you to love me."

“See?! You're horrible, Nana-chan!”

As Nana and Satoru continued to bicker back and forth at the dinner table with Tsumiki trying to calm them down, Megumi on the other hand silently watched the interaction with a tender look in his eyes.

Nana was definitely his soulmate. No doubt about it.

Years passed by and those two grew even closer than ever. While outwardly stoic and calculating, Megumi always wished to help protect people he saw as good or kind. He believed that the world was unfair and that a sorcerer was a tool to ensure kind people were given more chances to live. Claiming it to be his selfish and irrational desire, he never saw himself as a hero for doing this. And that's why he always looked up to Nana and admired her who had a totally different personality from his.

Nana was a very hardworking girl and was sometimes too selfless for her own good when it came to the safety of others, regardless of gender because she couldn't stand 'doing nothing' when somebody was in danger. She was very empathetic towards everyone around her and didn't like it when people discouraged others who were genuinely working hard. She was fierce, bold, determined, and put her whole heart into whatever she did, often making other people try to work hard just by watching her.

Nana never strayed from her path and let other people get to her. She might look like a tough girl, but she had a kind heart and was a devoted friend. She was also a very calm, collected, smart, and logical person. She inherited superior intelligence from her parents and could easily read any situation by glancing at it once.

Even though Nana was extremely demanding, stubborn, and aggressive at times, she was widely respected by everyone around her for her exceptional academic and athletic skills and her accomplishments as a young promising sorcerer. Like her parents, she was a very perceptive person, and her insight into the motivations behind other people's actions and behaviors was very keen where she could tell how they were feeling just by simply observing them. Sometimes, she would be blunt in her communication, seeing no point in being less than completely honest.

And because of her tough yet interesting personality, Megumi was really intrigued by her. Unlike Tsumiki, Nana never needed anyone to scare off her bullies. She could handle everything on her own and was capable enough to take her of herself without any issue. Megumi always thought of Nana as this really cool person and this admiration of his molded into a deep respect for her.

Even as a little kid, Megumi was quite observant among his group; a common personality trait that he shared with Nana. And because of his observing skills, he once noticed a peculiar habit of the Osaki girl when they were only 8 years old. He often noticed that for some reason the books on her study table or the clothes in her closet were kept in a disorderly manner and even when Tsumiki would rearrange them back in an orderly manner for her, the table and the closet somehow always went back to their former messy state again. And because of that Megumi decided to confront Nana about this peculiar behavior of hers.

She wasn't like this before. Then why now? What happened?

"What are you doing?" Megumi asked Nana in a soft tone as he walked up to her.

It was snowing outside and Nana was already outside on the lawn, walking around and leaving footprints in the snow. She looked super intent while doing it, just round and round, completely dead silent. Megumi wondered what was that about.

"O-Oh, Megumi." Nana squeaked out in surprise because of his sudden presence before looking away from him with blushing cheeks in embarrassment. "I-It's nothing really... Just making footprints in the snow..."

"I see." Megumi hummed, slowly nodding his head, his dark eyes boring into her form.

After that silence fell between the two of them once again as Nana looked down at the ground and began to lightly shuffle the snow with her right foot while Megumi intently stared at her face, thinking of what to say next.

"Um, Nana..." he spoke up again and Nana looked up to catch his gaze. "Do orderly things bother you?"

And this took Nana completely off guard.

"Stuff like undisturbed snow or tidy desk and closet. Is it 'perfection' that you hate?" Megumi went on, his gaze softening a bit while Nana stared at him with wide eyes in surprise.

After a moment of silence, Nana finally decided to speak up again.

"Kind of yeah... I guess..." she replied, glancing down at the ground with a pained look on her face, clenching her hands on her coat in small fists. "Because it scares me. 'Be perfect. Always. Have a perfect personality and perfect grades. Become a powerful sorcerer like your mother. Otherwise, you can't beat the other kids of our Osaki clan.'; that's what Grandma keeps telling me ever since my Mom passed away and it's been like this for almost 3 years now. This makes me really nervous sometimes. If I have even the tiniest flaw, I feel like Grandma would be angry at me. It feels like she is telling me to stand still on a thin, thin tightrope. It sometimes intimidates me. I feel suffocated because of the pressure that I have on me. I can't stand it sometimes. I'm trying my best to meet her expectations anyway but I feel like it's burdening me as the days go by..."

And hearing those words, Megumi's heart ached in pain and agony for her. Carefully he reached out and gently rested his hand on top of her head, ruffling her raven locks a bit.

"But to me, it seems like you're working really hard though..." he stated before his lips curled up into a small smile. "You're working really hard to be the Nana you are now and I'm glad you're here. You're doing good. Keep it up."

"Really?" she asked, looking up at him with hopeful eyes, her cheeks turning pink in color.

"Hmm." Megumi nodded his head in response as he reached out and grabbed Nana's hand before pulling her to the other side of the lawn. "Come on now. The snow is piling up again. Let's make footprints in it together."

"Megumi, promise me we'll make footprints like this every year from now on..." she muttered out in a shy tone, causing Megumi to glance back at her once again with an affectionate look in his dark eyes.

"It's a promise, Nana..."

And Megumi did keep his promise till this very day. He was so devoted to her that he would do anything to keep her protected. It was once proven when they were 9 years old.

When they were both training on how to use their cursed techniques at the beginning of their learning days, they were once being attacked by a gigantic cursed spirit one evening. The cursed spirit was a special grade that appeared from an abandoned building nearby their hidden training ground. Nana tried to launch an attack on the spirit using her Rashomon but wasn't fast enough to do it resulting in her getting hit first before she flew back and crashed down on the ground.

Megumi using his Diving Dogs quickly launched an attack on the spirit before he pulled out a sword which was a cursed tool to strike another attack on the spirit. Although it looked like Megumi was able to overpower the curse which wasn't the case as the spirit began to regenerate back its limbs again before it suddenly reached out and grabbed Megumi by the throat. The little boy struggled to break free from the spirit as his breathing became more ragged and shaky.

"Megumi!" Nana screamed out in fear with blood oozing out from the side of her head, trickling down her forehead as she struggled to get up from the ground.

"N-Nana! Run!" Megumi screamed back, wiggling his little body to break from the curse's death grip. "Just run and save yourself!"

"No, I can't leave you behind, Megumi!" Nana shouted back, coughing out some blood as she tried to ignite her palms with her blue Hellflames. "Fight! Must fight back! I need to fight back!"

If you win, you live... If you lose, you die...

If you don't fight, you can't win!

Hellflame Cremation was a flame-cursed technique, something which Nana just began learning a few months ago. Her flames weren't still strong enough to kill a special grade curse, but she had to try it out in order to save Megumi's life. And she did it. Pushing her own limits, she finally used her hellish blue flames on the cursed spirit, incinerating it to ashes in a mere of seconds.

"Thank you for saving me, Nana." Megumi coughed out as Nana helped him to stand up from the ground.

"No. I should be the one thanking you, Megumi!" Nana responded back, holding his hands dearly into hers. "You're the one who fought the cursed spirit the entire time! I just happened to kill it off at the last second."

"But why did you stay behind? Didn't I tell you to run?"

"I just felt the urge to protect you at all cost. You're my best friend, Megumi. I couldn't just leave you behind."

Softening his gaze on her, a small smile appeared on Megumi's face upon hearing her response as he helped her to clean up the blood on her forehead. Noticing that it was already too late in the evening and the weather was getting colder with the passage of time, the little boy took his red scarf off his shoulder and gently wrapped it around Nana's neck.

"Megumi?" the little girl mumbled out in confusion.

"It's warm, right?" Megumi asked in a quiet yet tender tone before grabbing her by the hand and intertwining their fingers, his cheeks becoming all warm and red. "It's getting cold now. Let's go back home."

"B-But, it's your scarf! And you might catch a cold, Megumi!" Nana protested, her face warming up as well.

"Don't worry about me. Worry about yourself for once." Megumi replied back, tightening his grip on Nana's hand. "Just remember, Nana... I'll wrap that scarf around you as many times as you want. Now and forever, as much as you want..."

Nana's hands were warm. Very warm. Not the type of warmth that might make you sweaty and uncomfortable. But the type of warmth that might flatter your heart and make you soar up high in the sky.

After joining Tokyo Jujutsu High as a first-year student, Yuta Okkotsu got the chance to meet with Nana Osaki and Megumi Fushiguro through his then-new sensei Satoru Gojo and his other three classmates, Maki, Toge, and Panda. To this day, Yuta clearly remembered the day he met Nana and Megumi for the first time. They were a year younger than him, meaning they were in their senior year in middle school, and being his kouhai, those two showed him nothing but utter respect. They were so welcoming and respectful towards him, Yuta never felt this much loved before.

And if he had to choose his favorite kouhai between those two, he would undoubtedly choose Nana, his soon-to-be underclassmen, over anyone else. No hate towards Megumi though. Yuta was just so smitten by Nana's kindness and beauty that he couldn't help it.

"Senpai..."

Yuta looked up and his dark ocean blue eyes met her brownish-amber ones. His eyes widened a bit and his breath hitched at the sight of them. He'd seen these mesmerizing eyes so many times before, but they still somehow managed to take his breath away like always. So pretty, so lovely. And her long silky raven locks, let's not even talk about it. She looked like one of those princesses in the picture books he used to read as a little kid. His dark ocean blue eyes simply stared at her in awe.

"What are you doing here all alone, senpai?" Nana spoke up again, taking a seat on the swing beside him at the neighborhood park. "Maki-san and the others were looking for you earlier..."

Ever since the Rika incident, Yuta always tried to keep his distance from everyone else around him. He didn't want anyone to get hurt because of him. He wouldn't allow it. He would rather kill himself than get others hurt because of Rika's curse that always followed him around. Yuta was a very timid and lonely boy who was bullied a lot while growing up. Due to Rika haunting much of his early life, Yuta was unable to connect with other people and had lost all confidence in himself. Because of this, he couldn't even make any friends.

This made it difficult for Yuta to interact with others, as they often scared him without meaning to, or he was just too shy to speak to them. It wasn't like he didn't want friends. He just couldn't seem to make any no matter how hard he tried. He was too timid to talk to people so he ended up being called weird because of it. It wasn't exactly like people often approached him to talk either.

"Just wanna be left alone for a while... That's all..." Yuta responded back with a tired smile.

"Do you want me to leave?" Nana asked, ready to get up before Yuta shook his head in response.

"No, it's okay. Stay with me for a while..." he replied, causing Nana to flash a gentle smile at him.

Her smile, ah, so dazzling, so beautiful. Maybe it was just his imagination but everything seemed so much more brighter and colorful all of a sudden. Had the sky always been this blue? Yuta wondered if Nana was some magical being sent from the heavens. His dark blue eyes watched her still sitting on the swing beside him with her eyes fixated on the sky over them. He didn't know why but he didn't feel sad anymore. Not even a little bit.

As a comfortable silence fell between the two, Yuta couldn't help but sneak glances at her from time to time. His dark blue eyes traced her features carefully. From the natural light pink blush coloring the apple of her cheeks to her brownish-amber eyes that captured an entire night sky, she was absolutely stunning, ethereal even, in his eyes. She was definitely the prettiest girl he had ever met and she was so nice to him too. Yuta wondered how someone like her existed in this world.

"Are you okay, senpai? You looked kind of sad..." Nana asked and Yuta stiffened slightly like he had been caught sneaking a cookie out of the cookie jar.

"O-Oh...I was just thinking..." Yuta replied nervously.

"About what?" she asked, tilting her head to the side. "You can share your problems with me if you want. I promise I won't tell anyone."

Nana was concerned for him; this mere thought made his heart flutter as a dopey grin spread across his face.

"Just thinking about... you know my problems..." he trailed off and Nana hummed in reply.

"Rika, huh? Well, Satoru and the others are here and I'm sure they will figure out something to help you." Nana stated in a soft yet careful tone, trying to ease his pain and burden with her words. "Just be yourself, Yuta senpai. Everyone here loves you dearly. You deserve to live, so don't let anyone tell you otherwise, alright?"

And she finished her sentence with a bright smile gracing her striking features. That day Yuta came to a realization; Nana Osaki was literally a Goddess in a human form.

It was one of those times when Satoru would come up with something idiotic for his students and it wasn't any exception this time around.

"Let's have a sleepover together!" was all he said.

And because of that, Nana, Megumi, Maki, Toge, Panda, and Yuta all gathered around in one of the dorm rooms of Jujutsu High campus for their sleepover. After dinner and a few rounds of some card or board games, when they all decided to drop themselves on their respective futons and call it a day, Yuta found himself at the corner of the room, furthest from everyone else. Lying there all by himself out in the cold, Yuta thought that it was the best for everyone else. At least no one would get hurt because of him and Rika.

"Senpai?"

Yuta immediately jumped up from his futon in fear and surprise before looking over to see Nana crouching down beside him with a concerned look in her eyes.

"N-Nana-chan...?" he stuttered out in a whispered tone.

"Why are you sleeping here all by yourself?" she whispered back.

The whole room was drop-dead silent and the only little sound that could be heard from time to time was Toge and Panda's light snorings. It was a full moon night where the sliver shimmering light of the celestial body illuminated the entire room enough for them to see each other's faces. In Yuta's eyes, Nana looked so angelic at that moment, he was literally having a hard time finding the perfect word to describe her beauty.

"I-I don't wanna cause any problem, Nana-chan..." Yuta trailed off in a shy tone.

"Problem? You're not a problem, senpai. Besides, aren't you cold out here all by yourself? You'll freeze yourself to death, you know."

"B-But!-"

"No buts, senpai. Now come on. Sleep beside me and Megumi."

Yuta knew Nana was a stubborn girl and he couldn't win against her, so he obliged. Shifting his futon beside her and Megumi, the Okkotsu boy carefully laid down on his back, facing up at the wooden ceiling. His heart was pounding like crazy just by the mere thought that Nana was lying right beside him. It made him feel all giddy inside like a boy in middle school falling in love for the first time. And just then all his thoughts came to a stop when he felt like something soft just reached out and held his hands under his blanket. They were Nana's hands. Yuta immediately looked over at her with wide eyes in surprise and confusion while Nana smiled softly at him in response.

"You're hands are ice-cold, senpai. Let me warm them up with the heat of my blue flames. Don't worry. I won't burn you, I promise." she explained before she started to use her cursed technique on him. "And you know, senpai... This isn't just your own burden. It's ours as well. You're one of us now, so let's share our problems and burdens with one another, okay? You're not alone anymore..."

Yuta didn't pull his hands away. It felt nice. It felt right. He felt safe as if all his burdens were lifted off his shoulders. He felt free. Intertwining their fingers, as Nana continued to warm his hands up with the heat of her flames, Yuta decided that from now on, he would want to get warmed up by only Nana, no one else.

To him, Nana was the warmest of them all.

"So, what do you think of Jujutsu Tech, senpai?" Nana whispered out, pulling Yuta out of his thoughts again.

"I-It's nice... Everyone is really nice to me. I'm learning a lot about curses too..." Yuta replied sheepishly, his cheeks turning pink in color.

It was all true. Everyone was nice to him. They all treated him far better than his old classmates. Yet, Yuta still didn't feel like he belonged. He felt like an outsider but he knew that was just his insecurities talking. Still, he wondered if he had the right to call his classmates 'friends' or not. He didn't want to be a bother or come off as clingy.

"That's good to hear. I was worried you would have trouble adjusting especially with how haphazardly you were introduced to the Jujutsu world." Nana sighed in relief, causing Yuta to blink at her in shock while his heart skipped a beat.

"You were worried about me?" he asked dumbly.

"Of course, silly. Why won't I be?" she giggled out, her laughter sounded like a summer wind chime.

Yuta's heart fluttered at the sound of her giggle. Her laughter was like music to his ears. He could feel the heat creeping up his cheeks already. He was pretty sure his face was as red as a tomato. Maybe even redder. Leaning in, he could smell a mixture of coffee, chocolate, strawberries, and old books coming from her. And he liked it. The smell was so her, it literally screamed Nana Osaki. But he was really happy though. At least he knew there was someone out there who cared about him, worried about him and he was glad that it was Nana all along.

"Thank you, Nana-chan... For spreading your warmth within me..."

To read the whole fanfic, check it out on Quotev and Wattpad -

On Quotev - https://www.quotev.com/story/14002073/Lovely-Deadly-Jujutsu-Kaisen

On Wattpad - https://www.wattpad.com/story/281634331-lovely-deadly-jujutsu-kaisen

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do you think you’re better everyday? / dealer’s choice pt. 1

pairing: eddie munson/oc (cynthia moose) fandom: stranger things wc: 2.8k note: this is me missing them and providing context/backstory to their relationship (i just love them)

"There's always Eddie Munson, Tommy buys from him." Steve shrugged, taking a glance at the clock.

A confused look washed over the girl's face, "Eddie? Like, the D&D guy? He sells drugs?"

or 5 times Eddie and Cynthia got to know each other in the gloomy town of Hawkins

READ ON: ao3 ✰ wattpad ✰ ff.net ✰ quotev

February 1984, Hawkins High School

Cynthia pushed in the doors of Hawkins High with more of a kick in her step than she’d had in the last three months, but the almost elated feeling she had left her as she got nearer to her group of friends. Friends she had almost neglected since her dad went missing back in November. They tried to stay around in the midst of the girl's grief but they could only do so much, they were just kids.

The conversation almost seemed to die as she gathered herself into the circle, “Hey guys.”

“Hi, Cynthia.” Nancy greeted, a kind smile as she was the only one to say hi.

Carol was the next one to greet her, pulling her into a tight hug, arms hanging over the taller girls' shoulders as she squeezed her, “Good to see you, Cyn.”

Cynthia gave a tired smile, Carol’s sweet perfume overloaded her senses, “you too, Care.”

The redhead pulled back, and took Cynthia’s chin in her well manicured hand, “we gotta get some make-up on you. You’re looking gloomy.”

“I got second period free.” She responded, forcing a laugh.

Carol let go with a pat to the cheek, “holding you to that.”

Nodding, she changed the subject, not liking everyone’s eyes on her, waiting for her to say something sad or start crying. “Steve, can I talk to you real quick?”

Steve looked shocked, running a hand through his hair, “sure.”

She nodded to the vacated classroom next to them. Ms. O’Donnell didn’t have a class first period and left her door unlocked.

“How’ve you been? Tim said you got picked up by Hopper.” Steve asked as he flicked on the lights and leaned back against the wall, mirroring Cynthia as she leaned against the empty chalkboard.

“Doing better,” she laughed, “I took off from home for a couple days and my mom didn’t like that. It’s whatever.”

He nodded, not really knowing how to respond to that. “So what’s going on?”

“Do you know where I could get some weed?”

“I buy from Pinelli, I could put a word in for you.”

"Steve, look me in the eyes and tell me one good reason that I wouldn't want to buy from Bull Pinelli." Cynthia rolled her eyes at the mention of her ex and Steve remembered as soon as she spoke.

"Shit, I'm sorry. I forgot you guys used to--"

"Yeah. Wish I could." She laughed dryly.

"There's always Eddie Munson, Tommy buys from him." Steve shrugged, taking a glance at the clock.

A confused look washed over the girl's face, "Eddie? Like, the D&D guy? He sells drugs?"

"I guess. Talk to Tommy."

“Okay,” Cynthia sighed, opening the door, “thanks anyways, Steve.”

The taller boy pushed past her, giving her a nod and comforting pat on the shoulder as he walked out, bell ringing as he did so.

✰ ✰ ✰

Carol’s hand was once again on Cynthia’s chin as she held her still while spreading eye shadow across her lid.

“Yo, Tommy, if I gave you some money could you do me a solid?” Cynthia asked, glancing over at the boy who wasn’t interested at all in what the pair of girls were doing but wanted to skip class.

“Depends, what do you want?” He reached forward into the pile of Juicy Fruit next to his girlfriend.

Carol sat back with a hum, finishing up with the pink shadow as Cynthia shrugged, “you get bags from Eddie Munson, don’t you?”

“The freak?” Tommy popped the gum into his mouth and rolled the wrapper up before throwing it at his girlfriend. “Yeah, you know I don’t fuck with Pinelli.”

“Yeah. Could you get me one? I’ve been smoking with Tim but he’s quitting because of wrestling or whatever. I have twenty bucks.”

✰ ✰ ✰

Tommy Hagan started regretting telling Cynthia yes as he pulled into the Palace Arcade parking lot, spotting Eddie’s shitty van. “Fuck it.” He sighed, turning his car off and walking inside the building, sneering at the younger kids that ran past him as he looked around for the drug dealer.

He finally spotted him with his nerd friends at the furthest corner, huddled around a couple of pinball machines, “Hey, Munson.” He called out, approaching the group of four.

Eddie turned his attention to the boy calling his name, “Hagan. You’re too slow, I closed up shop ‘bout an hour ago.” He already knew what the freckled boy wanted, it was the only reason he associated with him. It was kind of fun to watch him squirm in a ‘nerd’ environment.

“C’mon man, it’s Friday.”

Nodding his head towards the back exit of the building, Eddie grabbed his tin box from the floor and followed the jock outside.

“How much? The usual?”

Tommy slid his hands into his jacket pocket, fiddling with the extra twenty in his hand, “Two.”

Eddie paused, giving a confused look to the boy next to him, “Who you buyin’ for?”

“A friend of mine.” Tommy straightened up, hoping that puffing his chest a little bit would make him not question him more.

“Which friend?” He closed his box back up as a threat.

He debated with himself on whether or not to tell Eddie that he was buying for Cynthia. Tommy didn’t know how his drug dealer was with girls and if he had any weirdo vibes, he didn’t want to send it Cynthia’s way.

“Moose.” He replied with a shrug, hoping to leave it at that.

“Alright. Forty bucks.” Eddie backed down, messing with the black box once again.

March 1984, Hawkins High School

This went on for almost two months. Every other week Cynthia would waltz up to Tommy, and hand him twenty bucks with a smile and he would come back to school the next day and slip a baggie into her backpack at the end of their shared class, seventh period Algebra. Until Eddie told him this last time that he wanted to meet Moose with an almost uncharacteristic seriousness to him.

Tommy slid onto the seat next to his girlfriend and slid the bill into Cynthia’s open hand as she was gesturing while in conversation with Carol. “Bad news,” he greeted.

“What?” Cynthia replied, slipping the money into her flannel's chest pocket, displeasure washing over her face.

“Munson wants to meet you, said he’s ‘over the middle-man shit.’”

“Can’t blame him.” Carol chimed in, slapping Tommy’s hand away from her lunch tray. “He probably thinks you’re up-charging some poor freshman.”

“Fuck.” She groaned, rubbing a hand over her face, “What did you tell him?”

“I said yes, obviously.”

"Shit, alright.

✰ ✰ ✰

Three hours later, right after the last bell rang, Cynthia made her way past the old soccer field, a trail to an old picnic clearing that hadn’t been used by students regularly since before she got to the high school.

“You two really gonna wait for me or ditch as soon as I get in those woods?” She turned to Carol and Tommy sitting on the old bleachers.

“We’re waiting, scout’s honor.” Tommy waved her off.

Rolling her eyes, “‘Cause that means so much coming from you.”

“I can leave.” He wouldn't actually leave, he doesn't trust Munson.

“Please don’t,” she surrendered. “I’m sorry.”

Before she could turn around and finally go to the clearing, Carol spoke up, “Cyn? Try not to charm the pants off this one. You’re oh and one.”

“What the fuck, dude?”

“Just saying.” She shrugged, pushing a piece of gum into her mouth.

✰ ✰ ✰

Eddie came out not too long after, box in hand as he parted ways with his bandmates. Spotting Tommy Hagan with his girlfriend, he got nervous, what if this was some kind of set-up. Keeping a brave face, he nodded at the pair and continued his walk to the clearing.

He spotted a girl with long, dark brown almost black hair sitting on the table with her back to him and he started to feel even more suspicious.

Hearing footsteps on the leaves behind her, Cynthia turned around and spotted Eddie Munson, “Hey, what’s up?”

Eddie walked closer, slowly, before asking “You Moose?”

She replied with a laugh, “That’s what Tommy’s callin’ me? Damn. Yeah.”

He lightened up and sat down on the same side of the table as her feet were. He felt kind of dumb now, he completely expected Moose to be some big ass jock, not her.

“So, why?” He asked, folding his hands on the table, but not meeting her gaze.

“Why what?” She asked jokingly as she scooched down onto the seat next to him. She shrugged, “I don’t know, it was easier. I haven’t exactly been in the right headspace to deal with new people and it’s easy enough to have Tommy do things.”

Eddie hummed, accepting the answer. He could feel her start getting anxious as he kept quiet. Now that he knew Moose wasn’t some nickname for a dude on the football or wrestling team, he started piecing together how he knew her name. “Is your dad Lionel Moose? The cop?”

Cynthia drew lines in the dirt as she kicked her leg back and forth, “Yeah, he retired a year, year and a half ago.” Her mouth went dry as she started waiting for the inevitable next question.

“Oh.” Eddie nodded, tapping the black box on his side, “and how is he doing?”

“Um,” Cynthia swallowed, trying to keep her composure in front of the drug dealer, “he, uh–.” She wiped a hand over her face, trying to keep hair out of her eyes, “he’s presumably retired. From, from life.”

“Shit.” He mumbled to himself, instantly regretting the small talk, “I’m sorry, I didn’t–”

Sniffling out a response, “you’re good. It’s fine. I’m mostly normal about it now.”

“No, man. I shouldn’t have brought it up.” Eddie responded, pulling his box onto the table and opening it. “How about this: I cut you a deal this time. Fifteen bucks for your half.”

Cynthia chuckled, “Is it that easy to get a discount? I just gotta put on the waterworks for ya?”

Eddie rolled his eyes, meeting her gaze with a smirk, “Just this once, Moose.”

“Sure.” She responded, digging in her pocket and handing him her twenty.

August 1984, Bradley’s Big Buy

Cynthia didn’t want to admit to herself that she was avoiding Eddie Munson, she also refused to admit that she may have had a crush on the guy.

Not like it was embarrassing to have a crush, he was cute and nice to her which she felt that’s just how he was. But she definitely thought it would’ve gone away when she left Hawkins for just over a month to go to camp. It didn’t. Now she was avoiding the guy.

She told her friends that she wanted to finish out the summer sober (a minute lie). Ready to get back on the cheer team, the coach was going to let her back on despite being held back as long as she didn’t get into more trouble.

But here she was, working at the grocery store, stocking shelves, actively avoiding Eddie Munson since he was at the store with a couple of his friends. It looked like they were gearing up for a party, but Cameron, a close friend and co-worker, informed her it was likely they were getting ready for a D&D campaign.

“Holy shit. Moose, is that you?” Fuck. There he was.

Cam snickered and told her to go talk to him and Cynthia obliged with a quick huff.

“Hey, man, what’s goin on?” She approached him with a friendly smile.

“Not much,” He laid his hands in the pockets of his jean shorts. “Are you ignoring me?”

“I was out of town.” She informed, mirroring his current mannerisms. “Took my sister to camp.”

“Okay, because a little birdie told me you were avoiding me.”

Cynthia shook her head, feeling heat coming up her neck, “That birdie wouldn’t happen to be standing right behind me?”

Eddie laughed, eyes darting to Cameron, pretending to stock shelves as she kept a close eye on the pair. “The birdie is actually at the front, he’s ringing up Jeff.”

She took the opportunity to change the subject, “I thought you and Tim hated each other.”

“Yeah?” He shrugged, it was mildly true. “I know he’s one of your buddies, so I asked.”

“About me?” Cynthia turned the smug mood around on him, “did you miss me, Munson?”

The taller boy didn’t have a response for that, he just shook his head with a smile, “I gotta go, see you around.”

October 1984, Mevald’s General Store

Cynthia looked up from her position at the register and saw Eddie outside, he gave her a wave and she nodded back and pointed to the back door, hoping he’d get the hint and meet her in the alley. As soon as he gave a thumbs up, she called out, “Hey, Joyce? I’m gonna take my break real quick.”

“Okay, go ahead.” Joyce responded from the store room, where she disappeared with Bob Newby just five minutes ago..

She exited the building into the alleyway and leaned against the bricks, waiting for Eddie as she patted her pockets down, looking for her cigarettes.

Eddie walked up to her quietly, “Hey, Moose.”

“Hi. You got a light?” There was a stick hanging between her lips and she couldn’t find her lighter, probably left it in her car.

“Yeah.” He reached into his jacket and pulled out a plain white BIC, before lighting her cigarette

“Those new?” She was taken aback, changing the subject, hoping he wouldn’t notice the blush on her cheeks.

“What?” He lit his own cigarette, putting the lighter back in his pocket.

“The bats.” She gestured to his right arm.

“Oh. Yeah, got ‘em done about a week ago.”

“Sick.”

“You got any?”

She shook her head, taking a drag, “Want one, don’t know what.”

Eddie got a playfully evil grin on his face, “I could give you one.”

Cynthia laughed, smoke coming out of her nose. “I think you’re cool as fuck, Munson. But there’s no way in hell I’m letting you near me with a tattoo gun.”

He gave her what could’ve been puppy dogs eyes, “I can do stink-n-poke.”

“That’s so much worse.”

Laughing, it was his turn to change the subject, “So what’d you want?”

“An ounce.” Moose muttered, tapping the ashes off the cigarette between her fingers.

“Damn, Cheech, big occasion?”

She laughed at the reference, “Um, kinda, I’m heading to a party tonight and Cam tasked me with bringing the weed, so.”

“Who’s party?”

“Tina’s.” She replied.

Eddie mostly zoned out as Cynthia continued talking, trying to remember who Tina was. When he looked back down at the shorter girl, she was looking at him expectantly. “What?”

She laughed, before taking another drag and asked, “Do you want to come get sheet-faced tonight? More the merrier.”

He almost obliged as he looked at her, her eyes almost sparkling as she asked the question. “I don’t think so, Moose. Not my crowd.”

“Okay.” She almost seemed disappointed? “Well, I get out of here at five, so could you meet me at my place on Cherry Lane later?”

✰ ✰ ✰

7:28pm. Eddie rolled up to Cynthia’s house, a big brown house with a blue wagon out front. Walking up to the front door, he kept his black tin box in his left hand as knocked with his right.

“Come in.” A woman’s voice called out from behind the door.

He entered the home and saw a bowl of Halloween candy sitting on the ledge next to the door, he started looking through, wanting to take one.

“Oh, it’s you.” Cynthia peeked around the corner, a smile on her face, it looked like she was dressed up for the holiday. “Gimme a sec.”

Finally picking out a couple of candies, Three Musketeers and a Snickers, he watched as she came back into the main room, “nice dress.”

She was wearing a lacy button up shirt and a long, almost bubblegum pink skirt, “thanks,” she responded with a smile before holding out a bill for him.

“I didn’t bring any change.” Eddie said as he watched her walk into the living room to turn off the television, checking out the fifty dollar bill between his fingers.

“Keep the change,” she waved him off while approaching him at the entranceway of the house. “I know it’s a hell of a drive from Forest Hills, especially with all the Trick-or-Treaters.”

“Shit, alright. Thanks.” He reached into the box and pulled out a larger baggie and handed it to the girl, “It’s two different kinds, I have to make a run soon.”

“Cool.” She slid the bag into her purse that matched the skirt almost exactly. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

PART TWO

#cynthia moose #ocapp #strangerthingsocs #allaboutocs #fd: stranger things #eddie munson x oc #w: running town #k writes #*

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Twisted Love by Anna Huang semi review

This book was recommend by an old classmate of mine, i was friends with her so of course I decided to buy and read it. And errrr not my favorite. I'd give it a solid 3/10. Spoilers ahead ig

I like to think my opinion matters... but I'm just a highschooler. My qualification r that I've been through many fandoms, which means I've read many fanfics via Wattpad, AO3, Tumblr, and.... Quotev. And I'm an avid reader since the 4th grade.

To start off, the book felt very... Wattpady, I hated the conflict, how the character act, writing style and uhhh those scenes.

First the conflict, I don't know what to say. The plot twist of it being Micheal was okay I guess. With like better character development, I feel like the plot twist could rlly be a plot twist, but it kinda fell flat. For Alex's uncle. errr ummm I didn't like it. I rlly had to put my book down for a min to think about it. Like I could see the vision.

The character had me twisting and turning. I'm sorry But Alex is so insufferable. Like he's a stalker, which is supposed to seem romantic but it's not. Like the way he kept calling her his, even though they weren't together at the time, and even then WHAT. Also him being so overprotective bordered on toxic. Like sorry for the poor dude who only wanted a photo shoot at the beginning of the book. Alex has issues, and ur significant other cannot help u heal those issues. Which I think is a big problem with his character. He will always be hurt and if anything a weirdo for some how depending on Ava for emotional stability. Like homeboy u r not okay, GO TO THERAPY INSTEAD OF DOING THE TOOGY WOOGY. Also he seems to be the typical "man", like I remember somewhere that to write a good male character, you need to give them a trait that isn't masculine, bc no man is completely masculine. And he reminds me so much of those Wattpad billionaire protagonist, its not even funny. Also THE SINGING.

Ava character was better. She got her shit together by the end of the book. Also the sequence of her trying to get over her fear of water, felt boring but necessary for the story. She's bearable. But like during the conflict part, she is god damn too emotional in my opinion. She was unbearable to read during that saga. In my opinion I think the author glossed over like Micheal, her and Joshes uhhh confrontation thingy. Like we could have good sibling relationship. Honestly I applaud Ava for staying that positive. Also how her relationship with Alex hurting MORE than her "dad" WILD. Like girl u've known this man since ur birth, even though he was distance, he still acted like a father figure. But y'know to each their own. Umm I don't feel like talking about the other characters.

The writing style was meh. But I guess that's too expect when u buy a book from Walmart. It wasn't as smooth nor was it as pleasant to read, at the beginning it was fine then towards the end uhhh not as much.

For those scene... it may just be me reading this like literally at school. But I did not enjoy it. But I guess that might just be me not enjoying sex in my books. But on dirt and in another persons dinning room is a bit too far. Like do you not have shame. Also during the scene where she's wet and trying to get like birthday cake. Alex's uhhh thoughts were def something. This may seem offensive but, it some points it felt like Alex was talking like a male author writing a female character.

Anyways I expect to have a better read with twisted games, since he (Rhys) doesn't seem to be crazy like the other males in this series. And it just occurred to me I might not be the target audience... but I truly do love romance book.

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bluexiao · 2 years

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Blue how did you manage to grow your account a lot? I’ve been writing for a while but I rarely get over 80-100 notes :(( and not many interactions at all I’m ngl

Hmmmm i honestly don’t know! I know i’m not really the best writer out there, nor am i really the best person to send asks too (i am a slow responder,,,) so i can’t really answer that knowing my flaws.

Though i did have a prior experience in tumblr before! I had a blog before this with a different fandom (anime heheh), and i guess that’s what gave me an advantage,,, like knowing when is the right time to post, and also the manipulation of the tags (idk if it’s still a thing, but did you guys know that tumblr only reads the first 5 tags you have… yeah, it was like that before idk if it’s still like that now, but it seems like it). I know it sounds very purposive, but well that’s how it is. Though I do not really care about being a “big acc”, it was still pleasing to see people liking my works,,

I guess also knowing who your audience are would be good. And knowing your capabilities. The reason I only write sfw is because I once had a blog with sfw and n$fw. It did not turn out well. Not that i’m saying it will be the same with others! I think it’s just more difficult (for me) to handle both at once, knowing that i do not write not sfw most of the time,,, which means most of my target audience would be sticking to mostly sfw stuff. So i went with that. Being confident and constant with your works is a good way to grow as a blog and as a writer. (Idk if this is making sense but i hope it does,,) Being constant also includes having a schedule! Well, idk if it’s what makes my account grow,,, but posting a lot did make people see my posts a lot and it might’ve recognized me as that person that posts at this time of the day or smth!

It’s not easy to be a writer here,,, you may not get a lot of interactions with this post than the previous one,, and so on. But… most of the time, that’s how it is. Unless tumblr algorithm becomes better or that people will start reblogging than just giving out likes, that’s how it is. But we have each other! And pls don’t hesitate to reach out whenever you want :)) writing is not all about the notes,, but it can also be with how you view your work as a whole and how you’re improving in your own way. If tumblr is not working for you, you may go and try out other sites too! Like ao3! Tbh i’ve been in other sites before (wattpad, quotev, ao3, etc) and maybe it’s also just finding your audience too, where you feel like you and you feel like you’re improving.

I’m just rambling,, but i hope i was able to help! These are all just my own experience so feel free to dismiss if you don’t agree or so.

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Februabba 2023 Day 10: Party - Wallflower

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Abbacchio was at a party that one of his friends from work threw, standing near the kitchen. One of the cops arrested a drug dealer that kept slipping away from them, and to celebrate it, they threw a party. He thought it was going to be a small party amongst co-workers, but the cop invited lots of citizens to join.

Instead of watching soccer on the TV and some snacks at work, it was a party with colorful lights and a DJ in the cop’s large home. It was too much. Some of the citizens who attended have hounded Abbacchio at some point about some minor crime he failed to stop. He had his back to the wall, staying away from the crowd. Then his partner came over to him.

“Leone, why are you standing there?” he asked with a smile. “Come on! Mingle with somebody!”

“I doubt these people like me here,” Abbacchio answered. “I’ll finish the alcohol, so nobody drives home drunk. It’s the least I can do.” He poured some unnamed alcohol into his red cup. There were two juice fountains labeled alcoholic and non-alcoholic.

“That’s a lot of alcohol.” He looked worried. “Who’s going to drive you home?”

“Guess I’ll pass out here.”

“You’re not serious, are you?”

“Well, I’m not going to get plastered. I just have no idea what to do at a party. The music is alright, but I expected this to be smaller, as in just us cops.”

“You know how Officer Varano is.”

“Right.” Abbacchio continued drinking.

“I’m going to go now. Make sure not to die of alcohol poisoning!”

“I have a high tolerance!” he yelled before his partner disappeared into the crowd.

Abbacchio yawned and tried to find a way to entertain himself. He tapped his foot to the lively beat of the music, and his eyes wandered around, watching the lights beam in people’s faces. Not much was going on, and he was bored.

Eyeing around for something interesting, he noticed a guy wearing an all-white suit dancing around. The dancer was slim, and his black hair was about chin-length. The guy allured Abbacchio, but the cop wasn’t sure if he should approach him. No, he’ll stay and watch. He liked the way he swayed.

The dancer turned around, and he got to see his handsome face and his ocean-blue eyes. Beautiful , Abbacchio thought, gently biting his lips. However, this dancer also made eye contact and started to approach him. Abbacchio stopped biting his lip, looked away, and stared at the pool outside from the window.

“Hey, I’m Bruno, and you are?” he asked.

Oh, no! He’s speaking to me! “Um…” he said nervously, still looking away.

“I saw you staring.” He heard a chuckle. “You look bored. Come dance with me.”

He made eye contact. “I’m Leone Abbacchio, a police officer. I’m also not much of a dancer. I’m more of a drinker.”

“Have you tried dancing while drunk?”

“No, I—whoa!”

Bruno took one of his arms, causing Abbacchio to drop and spill his drink, and dragged him into the crowd. “It’ll be fun!”

Abbacchio tried to retreat, but a crowd surrounded him, and he was afraid to shove them aside in case some of them would remember and berate him.

“Um, what do I do? I never danced before,” Abbacchio told him.

“Move your legs and go with the beat. Try your arms too.”

“What if people see me?”

“They probably won’t. People are either dancing, talking, or drinking. Maybe a combination of those three, but don’t worry about what people think.”

He did as Bruno said and felt silly, but it was better than what he was doing earlier. “This isn’t bad.”

“See?” Bruno danced with him. “So, you’re a cop?”

“Yeah. What are you? A dancer?”

He giggled. “Nope, would you believe me if I told you I was a simple fisherman?”

“What? No way. You’re a pretty good dancer.”

“What was that? You think I’m pretty?”

Abbacchio blushed. “Well, um—uh. What I meant was—”

“I heard what you said.” Bruno giggled and got closer. “I just wanted to hear that. But did you mean that?”

“Yeah.”

Bruno’s stomach growled. “I think I’ve been dancing for a while. I need a snack. You were in the kitchen before. What sounds good?” He grabbed his hand and broke into the crowd.

“There were mini sandwiches, vegetables and dip, and some pretzels.”

“Mini sandwiches sound good. What about the drinks?”

“There’s fruit punch and beer.”

“Fruit punch?” Bruno scoffed. “Is this a party for kids? I’m not much of a drinker, but I guess I’ll have some beer.”

They were now in the kitchen. The pretzels were gone, and half of the mini sandwiches were also. Hardly anyone touched the vegetables.

“Wow, nobody wanted to eat their vegetables. I think I’ll take one sandwich and some vegetables,” Bruno said.

“I was hoping there would be a few pretzels left.” Abbacchio grabbed two cups and poured some beer. “Ha! There’s still beer left!”

“You sure you don’t want any sandwiches?”

“I’ll be fine. Plus, I have a high tolerance for alcohol.”

“Do you?” Bruno doubted.

“Yeah, watch.”

Abbacchio downed at least two drinks.

“You look a little tipsy,” Bruno commented.

“I’m fine.” Abbacchio wobbled a bit.

“How many times did you refill before this?”

“Um, I don’t know.”

“You should probably stop.”

Abbacchio’s vision blurred a bit, but he smiled dumbly at him. Then somebody bumped into the cop, causing him to lose his balance and fall onto Bruno. Bruno caught him.

“Are you alright?”

Abbacchio didn’t say anything but closed his eyes and leaned in for a kiss.

He kissed him briefly, and once the cop opened his eyes, they made eye contact.

“I think I love you,” Abbacchio said.

“I love you too.” Bruno kissed him again. “Hey, I have to go. I told you I was a simple fisherman, but I’m studying to become something more. I’d like to see you again. Don’t you forget my name!”

“Wait!” Abbacchio grabbed his arm before he could leave. “What’s your last name?”

“Bucciarati.”

“Bucciarati, don’t forget my name either.”

After he left, Abbacchio felt drained and passed out. When he woke up, it was morning, and his partner stood beside him, arms crossed.

“Didn’t I tell you not to get plastered?” said his partner. He helped Abbacchio get up.

“Ugh, yeah. There was this guy—wait, did you stay here?”

“Varano wanted me to stay and watch over you.”

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tahanann · 2 years

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𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐋𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮

❝ To whoever finds these letters, I hope they reach you well ❞ ✎▫✧⭒....

Fandom: Hetalia Relationship: F/M Pairing: Alfred F. Jones (America) / (Female) Reader Chapter list: 00, 01, 02, 03, 04, 05, 06, 07, 08, 09, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14 Also posted on: AO3, Wattpad, Quotev

Chapter 05: "I wish explosions were fireworks" ✎▫✧⭒…

Time has gone by fast during (Y/n)'s stay in her new home. Even if she's gotten a few bad days here and there, days never seem to linger. It didn't even feel like four months have passed by. It was already near the end of December. Winter had already arrived and the young woman can feel the change in weather. She's been wearing warmer clothes now to keep up with the climate. She was aware of how easy it was for her to get sick, and since she's living by herself, there's no one around that'll take care of her. It's better for her to stay safe than sorry during the winter days.

(Y/n) sat around in her living room, her eyes staring at the tv screen in front of her. She'd been here for most of the afternoon. She had been browsing for something to watch, be it an internet show or a youtube video that's been recommended to her. So far, nothing was interesting to her. Most of it looked like boring content anyway or she's already watched them. The young woman didn't want to give up hope though. She was determined to find something to watch, or at least have something be in the background as she browses through her phone.

Minutes pass by as she browsed...and browsed, and eventually ended up with something. It was something she randomly picked. She has been doing this for hours and she can't lose another hour of just searching for another video. (Y/n) gently bit her cheek as she let the video play in the background. She went to pick up her phone and look at her different notifications. Most were invites to a new years party by friends. Her eyes widened when she felt her phone vibrate.

"Felicia?" (Y/n) mumbled to herself. "I thought she was busy." The young woman shrugged her shoulders before picking up the phone. "Hello?"

"Ciao! Oh! I'm so glad you picked up, (Y/n)!" Felicia giggled, "I'm sure you've gotten a lot of new years party invites but can you please please please come to mine instead? I know you said that you were going to celebrate New Years yourself this year. Please, me, sorella, and Claire would love to have you over at our place!"

The young woman wasn't sure if she should accept this invitation or not. She did tell herself that she was going to just sleep in for the new years, but seeing as how eager her friend is...it might not be a bad idea to do that. Besides, (Y/n) needed to hang out with Felicia more anyway. The Italian had been super nice to her. It was only right if she did this favor for her.

"Will there be tiramisu at the party?" (Y/n) asked, smiling. She could hear her friend squeal over the phone before speaking in Italian. There had been two extra voices in the background.

"There will be! I'll make sure Oriana will make them on the 31st!" Felicia hummed, "Wait! Does this mean that you'll go?"

"Of course," (Y/n) replied, "I mean as long as there is tiramisu over."

"Si! Yes! Of course! There will be!" Felicia's eagerness transferred over to (Y/n). They must have the same-sized grin at this point. The two young women talked for a few more moments. Their conversations ranged from how they were feeling to what had happened while they were away from each other. Though, much has not happened since they last saw each other. Felicia was the type of person that would immediately flock to (Y/n) during lunchtime. Like their breaktime chat, Felicia talked (Y/n)'s ear off.

Soon, the young Italian figured it was time for her to leave. She had mentioned that her partner and sister have been telling her to get off the phone so she could eat dinner. Felicia dismissed herself and hung up the call. (Y/n) shook her head and laughed as she put her phone down on her lap. The chosen video continued to play in the background as (Y/n) once again browsed through her phone.

It would continue for another hour or two until the young woman's stomach decided it was time for dinner. Slowly, (Y/n) got up from her comfortable position and walked to the kitchen. There she cooked her chosen meal and dined in her dining room. There, she ate quietly, with her ears listening to the noises of the distant tv.

After dinner, she washed dishes, turned off the tv, and headed to the bathroom to start her nightly routine. (Y/n) walked out feeling refreshed and warm. Slipping into the bedroom, she approached the bedside table that had Jones' letters. She picked the one she opened earlier this morning and reread it.

"Hello Jones," (Y/n) greeted.

Good evening babe! I would have written you a letter this morning, but something happened. A few enemies made their way to our base and it was sort of bad. I wasn't working the night shift so it wasn't my fault this time. I think a few of our guys dozed off and I don't know if they're still alive or not. I hope they are, I really am hoping. It kind of sucks to die while you're sleeping. You don't go out fighting you know? I guess sometimes dying in your sleep is better than whatever the hell some of our guys go through every day. May they rest in peace, if they are found dead. I don't want to be super negative, so I won't talk about it too much. I know when to filter things out. The last time I said something bad, ma and pa said that someone inked out most parts of my letters. I also got scolded by my commanding officers for it. The boys said that they've told me about it a lot of times. They kinda joke about it, you know? Charles said I was the second one that got scolded by the commanding officer for sending something that has bad stuff in it. I guess I don't know when to shut my mouth. No love poem for tonight! As much as I want to write one for you, I'm a bit stressed. I can't really think much if I'm super stressed. I've also got to stay much focused tonight too since I'm on duty. I've got the night shift. With such little light around me, it really is hard to write. I can't even see my paper sometimes! I had to ask my partner to light his lighter so I can see. Don't worry, I already know I owe him a favor, so all is well! Say have you ever looked at the night sky and thought about the moon and the stars. I'd always wish on a shooting star, asking for this to end. I'm getting tired of seeing people die. Every day, it just happens, and I can just feel everything wrapping itself around my skull. This war is squeezing me and twisting me inside out. I don't feel like myself sometimes. I guess everyone is feeling the same. I wish I was the moon, just sitting there and looking at down at people. It seems so at peace. Hey, if I was the moon, would you be my star? We'd be together in the night sky. Just the two of us without care. I'd honestly like that very much. Wishing on a star is a childish thing though, isn't it? Sorry, if it makes me seem immature. I'll be up for the rest of the night and I won't try sleeping either! I'll do my duty as a soldier and protect my friends! Hey, since I'll be up all night, I'll be your moon! I'll keep you safe at night. I may not be over there with you, but whenever you see the moon, that's going to be me! I'll see you as my star watching me and keeping me safe. I'm running out of paper again, so I'll see you the next time I write the letter! Good night, sweetheart, and sweet dreams. Sincerely, from your awesome, cool, moon guardian! A. F. J

"Moon guardian..." (Y/n) laughed, "I'm about to say good night." She smiled at the worn paper in her hands. Softly she hummed a "good night."

She placed the letter back in its envelope and tucked it back in her drawer. She fell asleep feeling happy, knowing that she would wake up and open a new letter.

The birds sang their songs once dawn hit the sky. They perched on a tree that stood tall beside her home. The sun shining in her face was enough to tell (Y/n) to wake up. She tossed and turned around, trying to shield her face away from the rays of light. She knew she had to get out of bed though. Struggling just a bit, (Y/n) pushed herself up and rubbed her eyes. When she rose up from her bed, she immediately started doing her morning routine.

Soon enough, she was back at her bed, her hands already grabbing the wooden box. She pulled out a letter and eagerly opened it. Her head tilted to the side when she saw something inside. There was some weird plastic inside it. She carefully pulled out the envelope's contents, finding the usual letter and some wither flower. It was preserved just fine but with age, it was already losing its color.

She was afraid of setting it down, believing that it would immediately turn to dust as soon as she put it down.

That wouldn't happen, right? it was in some weird clear plastic.

Her eyes studied the item in her hand. She couldn't tell what kind of flower it was. Perhaps it was a daisy? It looked like it. It had a blue color, but it was barely there. It was mostly brown now. She put the pressed flower down on her bedside table and turned to the letter.

"Good morning soldier," (Y/n) greeted the letter, "I hope you have something to say about that flower."

Good afternoon babe! How have you been? I hope you've been swell over there at home. I know the last letter I sent made it seem like I was sad. I only know this because I've been thinking about that letter. If you're worried about me being sad, don't be! I swear I'll be okay. Sure, it's getting hard, with people just...dying here and there, but, hey, I'm trying to be happy for you. I want to set a good example you know? I want to be that kind of soldier that smiles through the pain. I'm trying to be super strong for everyone. For you, for ma and pa, and for my friends. I keep thinking... if I smile more, maybe my friends will too. Have I told you that Charles, Alex, and James haven't been smiling as much? I don't think I mentioned it before. I think I usually talk about myself and my thoughts. Well...I've been keeping track of my friends. Keeping a close eye on them. I've noticed that ever our first battle with some enemies, they haven't really been smiling. I care about them a lot, babe. Seeing them sad and all makes me feel horrible. I just want to help them and stuff, so I'm trying to be more optimistic. Like, maybe I'll be a clown for them and make them smile. I'll work on getting my friends to smile genuinely, but for now, I want to talk about the gift I sent you! Do you like it? I got it from a kid I saved! Did you know he called me his hero? I felt so happy when he said that. It's been a long time since I've genuinely gotten happy, so, having that kid say that to me... made me feel really nice. I hope our kids would say that I'm a hero. Well, future kids, anyway. That is if you want kids too! Don't worry, it's just a thought of mine. I figured I would send it to you since I think you might like it. You and the flower are equally as beautiful, so it fits! Ma and Pa got another one, but I don't know what flower it is. I remember the kid saying that the flower you have is a blue daisy, though. I don't know if anyone is growing blue daisies back at home. Maybe the one I send over will be the first you see! Keep it safe, okay? I sent many kisses to it, so, think of it as a packet of kisses, and also a pressed flower. I'll write to you when I can. Sincerely, from your super strong, cool, handsome hero, A. F. J.

"A blue daisy?" (Y/n) hummed. She placed the letter down on her lap and grabbed the flower and her phone. She looked up the picture of the flower and compared it to the preserved one she had. They had similar characteristics, even if one of them is withered and old.

"It's pretty," (Y/n) smiled, "I'll make sure I'll keep it somewhere safe." She tucked the letter back in its case and placed it inside her drawer. She looked at the pressed flower in her hand. Perhaps she should pin it? Maybe she could put it away in her dresser. She wants to show it off though.

Quietly, she looked up for ways to take care of preserved flowers. It might be a bit hard to preserve the one she has right now. This flower is basically as old as the elderly today. She had to treat it with more care than usual.

The young woman mumbled things to herself as she browsed. She ended up reading an article that gave her a few tips and tricks on how to take care of her gift. She managed to get off topic and find herself in a page that explained the symbolism of certain flowers. She came across the one for the blue daisy. The website said that the blue daisies symbolize trust, honesty, and loyalty.

(Y/n) doubts that Jones knew the symbolism for the flower. He probably thought the flower was pretty and sent it to his sweetheart. Still, learning about what the flower symbolized was neat. Just a little piece of trivia that she'll keep in her mind.

She tucked the blue daisy inside another drawer. She doesn't really have anything to store it in right now, so that's all she has. (Y/n) already planned to put it on a frame. She was just missing the frame right now. There's nothing to do today so she might as well go shopping.

She needed to buy groceries today anyway.

Humming, (Y/n) stood up from her bed and went to grab her bag and her keys. She left her home and drove to different stores, taking anything she needed. Though she originally planned on buying just groceries, she figured that she would buy herself a few trinkets. She went to a variety of places, like a clothing store, an electronics store, and a bookstore.

Her outing became an unexpected shopping spree.

The woman came home around nighttime. She didn't think she would spend that long in the shopping center. (Y/n) came home exhausted, but happy. She exited her car and approached her trunk. She pulled out the different bags. Her mind was focused on getting her things inside her house that she didn't notice a person approaching her.

"H-Hey-" a voice called out.

(Y/n) tensed up and tightly clenched her bag. She was ready to hit whoever was there beside her. Slowly, she turned her head and looked at the person who tried talking to her.

It was a blonde guy with dark blue eyes. There was an odd purple tint blended with his blue irises. He wore glasses, a red checkered shirt, and pajamas. His skin was light, but there was a bright blush on his face. He wore a shy smile.

"S-Sorry! Did I scare you?" the man asked.

(Y/n) didn't know what to make of the guy. He seemed friendly enough to her and he didn't really pose a threat to her. The young woman looked at him more humming.

"You sort of did. Sorry about my tight response, I can't really be off guard when it comes to being alone at night," (Y/n) confessed, "but you're okay. Did you need anything? If my tree's branches fell on your property, I'll clean that up for you in the morning."

"No- no no it's not your tree," the blonde responded, "I was going to get mail but I saw you and you had a bunch of bags. I figured it was only right to help you out. Oh! I...I umm...should have asked first. Can I help you out with those?"

This guy was getting mail? At this hour? Wasn't it super late? Well...maybe he just forgot to get today's mail.

The young woman looked at the stranger and nodded. She was taking a risk trusting this guy but he was her neighbor. She had to get friendly with the neighbors eventually. Who knows, maybe she could finally have a friend around this area.

(Y/n) split up the bags and prompted the blonde to follow her to her door. She placed her bags down and pulled out her keys to open her door. Once unlocked, the door was pushed open and the two were immediately hit with a cold breeze. She mumbled words to herself as she flipped on the living room lights and went straight to the thermostat.

"This house is always cold, I swear," (Y/n) frowned. Her (e/c) eyes looked to a bluish-purple gaze. "You can put those bags over there."

Her neighbor nodded and followed her orders. He helped her out with more of her bags until there was none left. There they stood behind her car, their eyes looking at each other.

"Thank you for your help," the (h/c)-haired woman smiled, "I'm (Y/n) (L/n) by the way. It's very nice to meet you."

"Ah...Matthew...my name is Matthew Williams. It's very nice to meet you too." The timid male looked around, his hands hiding inside his pockets. "If you ever need help and stuff I'm right next door. You can always ring it."

"Gotcha," (Y/n) responded. "I'll see you around, Matthew."

Matthew muttered a short "yeah," and smiled at the young woman. The blonde excused himself and returned back to his house. (Y/n) watched him get his mail from his mailbox. He turned around and waved, with the woman returning the gesture. They both retreated back to their homes at the same time.

(Y/n) sighed as she looked at her many bags. It was time for her to put all of the purchases away. Since she already had her dinner, she pretty much had all the time in the world to put them away. One by one, she sorted her items out. She put the groceries with the rest of the groceries and the clothes with the other clothes. Miscellaneous things were put away last.

She walked to her bedroom and immediately sat down. In her hand, she held a picture frame. It was the kind that had a hole at the back. She was planning on hanging it on her bedroom wall. She had thumbtacks in her drawer already, so she didn't have to get out. She unhinged the back of the frame so she didn't have to struggle with it later. (Y/n) opened the drawer that had the flower inside. Carefully, she took the plastic out and placed it inside the frame.

Taking out a thumbtack and inserting it in her wall, she hung up the pressed flower. She took a few steps back to look at her small project. It was pretty for her, despite its age.

"Thank you Jones for the decoration," (Y/n) grinned. She exited her room to get herself ready for bed.

(Y/n) hummed a tune in the shower. As the warm water hit her bare skin, she let her thoughts bounce around in her mind. There were thoughts about the party she had to attend tomorrow. She wasn't nervous about the hang-out, really. She was mostly worried about not having anyone to talk to, since Felicia usually had guests she didn't know.

The only people she was familiar with were Felicia, her girlfriend, and her sister Oriana. Other than that, they were strangers. There might be a few coworkers in there though, so she might be okay.

Her mind starts to wander again. There he was again.

Jones.

She thought about how he would spend his new years, if he celebrated it at all. She was hoping that he spent it with his friends Charles, Alex, and James, but a part of her knew that his celebration might be horrible. The thought left a twisting feeling in her gut. (Y/n) shook off her thoughts and focused on the more optimistic prediction.

The (h/c)-haired woman slipped out of the bathroom and got dressed into comfortable sleepwear. She sat on the bed afterward and immediately picked up her phone so she could watch videos for the rest of the evening. Unexpectedly, sleep catches her consciousness and she's drifted off into her dreams.

The morning would get her back to her senses. (Y/n) finds herself with her phone off. She tried to turn it off but finds that there's no more battery. Cursing quietly, she reached over the edge and reached for her charger so she could plug in her phone. She felt peace when her phone's screen lit up again.

The time appeared at the top of her screen.

It was almost noon.

(Y/n) hummed as she sunk back into bed. Her tired eyes stared up at the ceiling, her mind wandering once more. Today was New Years Eve...today was Felicia's party. The woman moved to the edge of the bed. She doesn't want to do much today, but she really wants to open a letter from Jones. She can hold off the rest of her morning routine for today.

The young woman leaned over and pulled out the box. She opened it and pulled out a letter. She decided to shake it so she could guess if there was anything in there or not. It sounded like there were only papers in there. Gift or not, it doesn't really matter to her. Just as long as she talks to Jones today, she was fine.

She ripped the envelope and plucked the letter inside.

"Good morning Jones." Her voice was dry and deeper than usual, but it was intelligible enough for her.

Good evening babe, I'm stuck on night duty again. I don't really like night duty as much as I like daytime duty. I can't really see as far. I go around wearing glasses for Christ's sake, of course, I can't see far. I guess they only want me to be here because I rarely sleep at night. The same goes for everyone here, though! I feel like my commanding officer is singling me out because I've done a lot of dumb stuff while we were working together. I guess working night duty won't be that bad because you're up in the sky as you know, my star guardian. I should maybe drop the act, but it's really fun thinking that you're the stars in the sky. It helps with the moods you know. It's already a new year over here since I'm positive that it's already past midnight. Hell, you might even get this letter way past new years day, but I just want to say Happy New Year babe! I'll even draw fireworks for you! I can't, you know, listen to them though. Shit gives me really bad thoughts. I don't mean to curse, but, to be honest, I might come to hate fireworks. The way they just sound it's just horrible. Reminds me of the explosions that constantly happen over here all the time. I wish the explosions were fireworks. I'm sick and tired of thinking that these damn explosions are going to kill me. At least with fireworks, they're a positive thing. They remind me of the Fourth of July, which, surprisingly, is the same day as my birthday. Lucky, aren't I? Every fourth of July, there are two celebrations going on. A bunch of fireworks, a lot of hot dogs, and hamburgers. Wish I could kiss you right now. I really miss you, you know? Wish I was there holding you right now, but for now, all I have for you are words. If you need a kiss, I'll give you one for free! I don't have lipstick but I could maybe draw some lips for you! They're going to be my lips by the way! I'm running out of paper, and I can't always have this light on me, so I have to say goodbye. Stay safe there always babe. I'll send a letter whenever I can! I'll be there with you always in spirit. From, your super handsome, heroic, moon guardian, A. F. J

Jones wasn't kidding when he said he would draw fireworks and a pair of lips. (Y/n) looked at the letter's decor. There were things that were sort of like fireworks, but they were only a dark blue color. They scattered all over the page, which made this letter different than the rest. His lips drawing made it even better too.

(Y/n) giggled as she looked at the letter.

"Happy new year, soldier."

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thewriting-corner · 2 years

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Rating my old WIP’s lines

A couple of weeks ago, I think Calliope started this trend but because I have quite literally felt like death for the past two months, only until now have I felt actual energy to make this post. So, without further ado, brace your eyes and souls and be prepared to lose absolutely all respect you have for me as a writer.

Also, I had to dig into my deep dark past of Quotev novels and I deeply apologize for that. I really hope no one that knows me from there somehow found their way here lol, and if you have, please erase that version of me from your mind. That was Lu error 404 and we do not know her.

Chasing Smoke - 3/10

“I can still remember the day I crossed paths with Camila Smoke.”

Thank you buddy, that would be so much interesting if we were actually invested in your life. I appreciate the attempt at being a classic romcom, but let’s just say that those aren’t exactly classics because they’re good.

Idiot’s Guide To Falling In Love - 1/10

“Walk faster. You’re going to be late. You know they hate it when you’re late.”

No. Just, no. Why. The fact that over 2000 people read this is astounding to me because just this first line makes me want to stop writing for the rest of my life.

When The Clock Strikes Twelve - 5.5/10

“We all know the story - Cinderella, Prince Charming, the evil stepmother and fairy godmother. We know how it begins and how it ends, but do you know what happens next? Because trust me, the story doesn’t end with a magic slipper.”

This was a gender-swapped Cinderella story and as cringy as the first lines are, I still really like it. It’s definitely my old style, which is basically a 2014 CW/Freeform show but to be fair, I was 15 and at that point I still somehow believed I would marry my first love so let’s not hold my delusions against me.

The Poet - 4/10

“All I wanted to do was send the guy I like a poem, anonymously confessing my love for him on his birthday.”

This story had so much potential but with every rewrite of the first four chapters, it just always fell flat. And this first line? Come one. Boringggg. It could be worse, but it could also be SO much better.

Fearless - negative infinity/10

“I saw my phone lit up. Usually when my phone lit up it would've been one of my friends from school. Non of them was as close to me as May was but I did have really good friends from school, instead it was my mom, I was at the park, since she'd told me write down everything that had happened, the text my mom had sent me said 'Ally, come home, it's time for dinner, I don't want you being out so late', my mom knew that nothing would happen to me, but since what happened to May she was scared that I was out of the house at 3:30. I'd been more hurt than she was, but at least I wasn't paranoid about it.”

I don’t even have to say anything. This speaks for itself. 12 year old Lu did not know how to use a period.

Hope: Middle School Diary - can I retire now

“Before I start telling my story I think I should introduce myself. My name is Hope Jones and I'm 11 years old. I live with my single mom Margaret, my 16 year old sister Eva and my 4 year old brother Augustus but we like to call him Auggie or Gus. “

I-- No. I can’t. Why.

Run - plagiarism 10/10

“They said the world was different. That it wasn't exactly the most peaceful, but it was free. But those are just legends, as some people who I know have come to put it, while others believe it's history that happened as a lesson for those in the future.”

Well okay then Little Miss Brave New World and every other classic dystopia. Had I ever read a dystopia when I wrote this? No. Is it somehow exactly like every single dystopian YA I’ve ever read? 100% yes. Still a lot better than my other Quotev novels so it gets a total 1.5/10

Broken Mirrors/Midnight Zone

Okay so this one has two versions: the Quotev and the Wattpad version. You guys can bear witness to how my writing changed from 11 years old to 15 lol.

“What would you do if one day you looked at the mirror and your reflection wasn't there?” 2/10 because that just doesn’t make sense?? Though tbh I’d celebrate, ngl

“Years ago a family lived as happily as they could. To most people they were picture perfect. To others, the family hid a secret.” 3/10. I feel like the use of “as they could” really hints to the fact that they were messed up so bravo to me for that one. Still, not very interesting and if I read this in a book, I’d slam it shut.

The Wrath of Chaos - 9/10

“The end of the world began with a test.”

I truly believe this is the most iconic line I will ever write and nothing will ever convince me otherwise. It draws me in, leaves me guessing, makes me anxious and has me asking the question “what type of test?” as if I haven’t spent the last two years editing this story. Truly iconic. My headstone will wear this line.

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hazzaandboobear28 · 6 months

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Since i’ve not seen even one Larry fanfic over there, i thought i’d come here and fix that, enjoy :)

TW: swear words

*HARRY’S POV*

Today i came home earlier to surprise my roommate and best friend, who’s none other than mu crush, with two tickets to the cinema, so i could finally confess my feelings. Now i’m outside the door, and i hear two different voices: Lou’s voice, and Zayn’s voice… i don’t want to over hear the conversation… but it’s too late!

“You have to tell him how you feel Lou!” Louis likes someone? I knew i shouldn’t have hopes…

“But Zay, he’s my best friend! I can’t end a friendship not knowing if he likes me back or not!” So he’s a boy… that man is lucky…

“Lou what do you not understand? Harry loves you! More than he loves his friends! He cares about you in THAT special way!” Wait what? He knows another Harry? Why didn’t he let me meet him? I’m his best friend after all…

“I can’t just yell “I fucking love Harry Styles so much i’d die for him” that would be fooking weird, and we’re not su-“ i stop them by entering in the house, Zayn slowly exites the house and i’m alone with Louis

“So Lou, why didn’t you tell me you “fucking love Harry Styles so much you’d die for him” mhm?” I say with a pleased smirk on my face.

He blushes and looks away, than sighs and says :” i didn’t want to ruin our friendship, i knew you didn’t like me back…”

“Nonsense, i fucking love you Louis Tomlinson, i was planning to tell you at tonight’s date at the cinema, i bought two tickets just for us, but you told me first” he looks at me with disbelief, then i take a step towards him, and let our lips collide in a perfect kiss

“The cinema date doesn’t sound that bad you know?” He says jokingly with a grin on display, i laugh and kiss him again. Best day of my life

AUTHOR’S NOTE

Heyy did you enjoy this fanfic? Hope so, if you have any requests just pm me, i’m open to all of them :) also here’s a game to know each othes better:

Where are you from? Me: italy

Which languages do you soeak? Me: italian and a little bit of english (no i didn’t use a translator for this story)

Fav food? Me: can’t decide hehehe :)

Fav socials? Me: instagram, wattpad, tumblr, reddit, quotev, youtube and whatsapp

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information superhighway

i don't think i should be allowed to have access to the internet. it allows me to stalk profiles of people i dislike or people that make me anxious or people i could potentially be jealous of or people that i've convinced myself my boyfriend likes more than me or...well, y'know. i can't not use the internet, of course. how would i ever talk to my dearly beloved audience of four (me, my boyfriend, my new follower, and the porn bot)? how would i complete assignments for classes that i'm most likely going to fail? how would i be able to gasp stalk all of the social media profiles that i've decided that i Need To Look At because i Need To Know What Is Happening or i Need To Know Who This Person That My Boyfriend Just Followed (i don't recognize them) Is? see, i can't just quit the internet. i have to have access to it. i just have to. maybe that's the "i was given completely unsupervised access to the internet at 8 years old and now i don't know what my life would look like had i not been groomed on Kik in 2014, thus creating this idea in my head that without the internet (and the validation of 25 year olds (but switch the 5 and the 2)) i am literally no one" in me talking, but it's something that i genuinely believe. i don't know what i would do without the information superhighway at my disposal.

when i was 8, my dad decided that i needed to have a phone. he said that, because i was traveling across the country for the sole purpose of seeing him, it was an absolute must for safety. my mom agreed, reluctantly. she clearly didn't think i needed it. i was 8, for christ's sake. she was most definitely right. the minute my father bought me that bright blue samsung intensity 2 sch-u460 (the type that slid to the side to reveal a miniature qwerty keyboard), i was a completely different person. (my dad was also the person who bought me my first ever computer, but we'll get to that later.) i was absolutely hooked on this phone. i loved taking pictures and sending texts in 8-year-old english to my parents who most definitely had something better to be doing than looking at what their kid sent them. this phone did not have access to the internet unless you wanted to spend $1.99/month—which was more money than 8-year-old me ever could've imagined—but it was my First Ever Device and i wanted to do everything i could with it, with or without internet. that was, of course, until my dad bought me my first ever computer.

i'll be honest, dearest audience, i do not remember much about this computer. what i do remember was seeing p-o-r-n at 10 years old and being completely scarred (i've developed a slight addiction to it now though so like y'know it worked out alright i guess), and discovering youtube, but honestly it wasn't that bad. i'm gonna skip around in time to being like 13 now because i literally can't remember anything about my computers or social media presences and whatnot from before then so imagine me fucking around on tumblr at 10 years old and discovering masturbation or something i dunno.

when i was like 13 or so i developed an obsession with musical theatre, tumblr, and being gay. eighth grade was a horrible, horrible time. i used instagram, twitter, kik, google hangouts, google+, tumblr, ao3, wattpad, quotev, you fuckin' name it. it was honestly out of control. i wasn't allowed to use my phone at home, so i did all of my social media-ing at school or when i was out with what little friends i had. i also used our home computer a lot because i had homework and things and i wasn't allowed to have my own after The Incident (i don't even remember what it was or if it actually happened, i'm just trying to be ominous). i have this one specific memory of my mom finding out i was self harming because she opened my google hangouts logs and saw me talking about it with my then "girlfriend" (we were 13, it literally doesn't count). she freaked the fuck out and told me that i wasn't allowed to use the computer or else she'd send me to the psych ward. i don't really know where i was going with this story, but it felt relevant in showing how my internet addiction impacted my mental health and my relationships with everyone in my life. my parents didn't really support my phone usage.

now at 20, my family still thinks i use my phone too much. they think that it stunted my growth and ability to communicate with people in the outside world. they think that all of my online friends aren't real people and that my boyfriend that i met on discord in 2020 isn't worth my time because we met online. i don't know if i agree with all of that, but i definitely think that my relationship with the internet and social media isn't the healthiest ever. i don't really know why i started writing this. maybe it's me telling myself that i absolutely need to quit the internet or else? maybe it's me warning you all about the dangers of raising your child with the internet? maybe i'm just reaching out to see who relates to me about being too damn old to be this obsessed with their phone. who knows, who knows. i really am just using tumblr as a diary and making 3 people (excluding the porn bot) read it. whatever the case, i don't know how to feel about the internet. i think we're in an abusive relationship but one where we're both abusing each other and it's gonna get impossible for us to quit it any time soon because we find comfort in the madness.

that's all for now, dearest audience. love you porn bot.

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A Firenze Gelateria and Carmen's Delight

Carmen has a nice time in Firenze (Florence), Italy, enjoying her stracciatella gelato, while Ivy eats a pizza that tastes like cardboard, and Player is jealous of Carmen's gelato, in this short, but sweet, slice-of-life story.

Author's Note: This is loosely based on my recent experience in Firenze (Florence) Italy. It is set in the present-day and post-canon. I am trying to write more Gen and less romance stories, so this is one of those stories. I know people ship Carmen and Ivy, and that’s fine, but in this story they are just friends. My future story, which I also wrote while in Italy, “The Manarola Hike of a Lifetime”, will feature El Topo and Le Chevre.

Friendships: Player & Carmen Sandiego & Ivy

Romantic pairings: None

Words: 1.3k

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43361113

Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/myworks/328135081-a-firenze-gelateria-and-carmen%27s-delight

Quotev: https://www.quotev.com/story/15366339/A-Firenze-Gelateria-and-Carmens-Delight

Characters: Player, Carmen Sandiego, and Ivy

Carmen stepped out of a popular gelateria. She had never been in one before despite the fact she had been in this magnificent Italian city before. The lights of the building glistened in the night, shining on the nearby Arno river. Cars, buses, bikes, and motorcycles whizzed around the street corner. Everyone seemed to be in such a hurry, contributing to the city’s hustle and bustle. Strangely, while those on mikes had helmets, the delivery workers, business people, and others riding bicycles wore no helmets at all! Carmen would have said something to them, but she realized that it wouldn’t have mattered anyway. The cries for concern would have fallen on deaf ears.

She stared down at her gelato, which she held in a waffle cone in her left hand. She was gleeful and happily walked over to a nearby table. Her friend Ivy was sitting there, earring pizza she bought from the nearby pizzeria. She grumbled at its subpar quality. Carmen, then, suddenly, declared, “This is the best five Euros I ever spent!” After sitting down, she whipped out her phone, extended the stand on the phone’s backside, and video-called her good friend, Player. She sometimes described him as her “secret weapon”. She chomped away at her gelato. “This is so tasty. The flavors are so great.” Player shrugged. Carm was excited over ice cream? She chuckled. “Before you say anything, this is a gelato. And it’s five Euros well-spent.” She went on to say that it was the “best use of Euros during my stay in Italia.”

Player responded sheepishly. He had never tasted a gelato since he hadn’t traveled outside his home country of Canada. “Oh, what flavor did you get?,” he asked curiously. Carmen grinned. She couldn’t wait to tell him. “It was stracciatella. I’ve heard so much about it! I wanted to try it for so long.” A stracciatella is an incredibly tasty gelato mixing milk, ice cream, milk chocolate, and sometimes vanilla. It is richer than typical ice cream.

Her tongue touched each part of the gelato, eating it very slowly. Ivy interjected. “Uh, Carm, it’s melting. You better eat it fast!” She struck Ivy with an annotated glance. Why would anyone tell her how to eat a gelato? She snickered. “I want to enjoy every bite.” She then outstretched her left hand, which was holding the gelato. The “grande” side of the gelato, the equivalent of three or four ice cream scoops, has slightly reduced. Ivy, a little jealous of how good the ice crime looked, slid over a slice of pizza. “Here, try this…uh…pizza.” Each of them proceeded to eat each other’s food. Carmen chomped into the pizza. It was cold and the bread was stale. It tasted like warm cardboard. “Ugh, this is awful.” Ivy nodded in agreement. She slurped at more of the gelato. “Good choice, Carm. I wish I could get this in Boston. This is so much better than ice cream.” Carmen completely agreed. She loved her time with her good friends Ivy and Player, while only speaking with the latter virtually. They had gone to so many sights.

Ivy and Carmen switched back their food again. Happy to have her stracciatella back, Carmen smiled. This soon faded and she sighed. “Player, I wish you could be here. You could use a break after all the work you’ve been doing to take down VILE.” Player concurred. But, someone had to stop the evildoers. Why not him? “At least I don’t have to deal with all the stuff that’s going on in Italy right now.” Carmen began to say something. Then, Ivy started speaking instead. Carmen let her. “Yeah, this, dang rail strike and all the…” Carmen added, “touristas.” Ivy nodded. “Yeah, that’s it.” She then explained, “we tried to get into the Medici Library and they said it was closed for everyone. Then, the area around the Duomo was swarming with people. The Accademia was a bummer. The badly lit music room was the only room I liked.”

Carmen then piped in. “Yeah, we got lost a couple of times. It seems inevitable, even after following guidance from that popular White tourist guy.” Ivy gritted her teeth. “Fucking Rick Steeves. He promotes trips to White-majority countries, but never anywhere in Africa or Asia. It’s weird.” Player further stated, “Yeah, I see ads for his tours on CBC all the time when I’m watching TV with my parents.” Carmen built onto what Player said. “They guy has a travel business and all. I respect that. But he lied when he said downtown Florence was walkable. It's not.” Ivy put up her hands and exclaimed, “Me and Carm almost got hit by some car driven by this old Italian man with three White people in the back.” She and Carmen said together, “It's the height of privilege.”

Carmen sighed again. She had calmed down a little. She had finished her gelato. “I am surprised I saw so many PLCs in Firenze.” Ivy and Player looked at her like she had three heads. What the heck was she talking about? “You know, possible lesbian couples,” Carmen clarified. Ivy took some time to process this. Was her boss, who she worked for all these years, gay? She didn’t sense anything. Carmen went on. “I can’t know for sure unless I ask, but if a woman is holding hands with another girl, or feeding another woman gelato, isn’t that…kinds gay?” Ivy shrugged. Player didn’t know what to say. He tried to break the tension. “Red, what does it matter?” Carmen slumped in her chair. She whispered, almost under her breath, “I’m figuring out my own identity right now. I don’t know if I’m gay, bi, or whatnot. I heard this term aegoromantic and I think that’s me in some ways, I guess? It’s hard to figure out.” Ivy smiled. She tried to comfort his friend. “I’ll support you no matter what. That’s what friend’s do.” Carmen had a tear in her eye. She hugged her friend. “Thanks, Ivy. You are a true friend.”

Scrunching the food wrapper into a ball, Ivy left the table, followed by Carmen. She still had a Player on the line, but as a phone call rather than a video call. Ivy and Carmen somehow crossed the busy road. Ivy threw the trash into one of the designated garbage cans. Unlike other cities, Firenze appeared to have no door-to-door trash pick-up program, at least not in the center of the city. Instead people often had to bring their trash, or recycling, to a central location. A company named Quadrifoglio S.p.A. Servizi Ambientali Area Fiorentina picked up the trash. Firenze also recycled plastic, aluminum, paper, and glass, along with organic matter in some areas, with containers in some areas. Carmen even saw a server carrying a bag of garbage several blocks to a can. The system somewhat made sense. As it turned out, there were some trash trucks, but they didn’t go to every dwelling in Firenze.

Carmen held her phone close, wary of everyone around her. “There’s pickpockets here, at least as far as Rick Steves claims, so I’m gonna talk to you later.” Player felt sad. He wanted to talk longer. But being safe, and her security, was more important. “Sure! Talk soon. If there is anything you need me to do, I’ll do my best to help. Carmen smiled yet again. “I appreciate it, Player.” She switched off her phone and stashed it in her pocket. She knew better than to put anything in her back pocket. She never understood the trend, especially among men , for putting their wallets in their back pockets.

She looked at her friend Ivy. “Let’s go back to the agriturismo.” Ivy smiled back. Carmen strapped on her backpack and pressed a red button. Her jet-pack caused her to fly into the air and above the city of Firenze. She yelled at the top of her lungs, “Arrivederci, Firenze! Buona serata, tutte!” They jetted into the distance, to the quiet suburbs of Firenze, one of the more wealthy parts of the city. The sing-song tunes of Italians replied back, “Ciao!” and “Buena noche!”, wishing them both a good night.

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Notes: “Arrivederci, Firenze! Buona serata, tutte!" translates to “Goodbye, Florence! Good evening, everyone!" in English. As far as I know, this is only one fanfic mentioning stracciatella set in Cinque Terre, a Clarry Plopper fic, entitled “Magic of Cinque Terre” by Hroul. A search before the publication showed that this term is used in over 20 fics, but many of these fics are mature or explicit, while some are general audience. This fic adds to the former rather than the latter. As for fics set in Firenze, there are over 3,000, so it is a relatively popular place for people on AO3 to write about. Even funner is the fact that Rick Steves is mentioned by ten writers on here, so I suppose I am the 11th person to write about him on AO3!

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Black Butler and its characters belong to Yana Toboso, you belong to yourself. The ideas in this story are mine. If you see it anywhere else besides here on Quotev from @TitaniaAyuzawa and on Wattpad from @Sakura1408xdxd please report. :) Enjoy

Chapter 33: His Butler, Explaining

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~April 1888~

"Have I not dispelled your worries? You cannot carry my bastard child. You're just sore, I may have gone too deep." He put his fingers to his chin and smirked. You had been awake for some time worrying about if you would get pregnant. This isn't the first time you've had this conversation but every time he insists that it wasn't possible, but you overthink everything. What else does he expect?

"Your ego had better go down a peg or two by the time I get back." You shoved the white sheet off of your hot body and rolled over and off the bed, the back of your nude body on display for Sebastian illuminated by the breaking of dawn sunlight through your window. Opening your wardrobe you hoped your robe was not in the laundry room to be washed. There in the back, your light grey fuzzy robe was on a hanger. You put it on and tied the string tight around your waist noticing you weren't sore from walking, how nice.

"And where are you going?"

"To get something hot to drink," you said about to open your door.

"You truly need spectacles, my dear."

"Hmm?" You looked up at your desk to see a tray of steaming hot milk and a delightful breakfast consisting of a mix between your favourites and your needs. "You just wanted to see me get up huh?"

"Couldn't miss that," he patted the bedside and beckoned you to sit. Forgetting all elegance you dropped yourself on the bed eager to indulge in the breakfast he provided. His bare chest served as discipline for your posture, your legs felt smooth against the bedsheets as you sat there.

"Thank you," you pecked him on his cold nose. The both of you stayed like that talking about nonsensical topics and pointless gossip. You never were one for idle chit chat but you were comfortable talking to him, no facade necessary, no need to force anything. And for the first time in a while, you were truly happy.

"Oh yeah about the case-"

"You're smarter than you give yourself credit for," he waved folded papers in his hand. "How did y-"

"You're not very good at hiding things. From me at least."

"Touché," taking the papers from him you sipped on your hot milk. "Let me get this straight. I know it was Lord Grey but how did the young lord know he was going to do that? Since it wasn't Woodley how'd you-"

He slowly tugged on the string around your waist letting it hang loose, your robe slowly opening out as you talked. You didn't notice until you let out a breathy moan, his cold hand was toying with your heat. "Continue kitten, I'm sure you can control yourself." Gripping the cup you continued talking, unconsciously spreading your legs to give him much easier access. His finger entered you making you throw your head back and moan, "A- about, Mr... Mr. Phelps. Where did- ah- the snake come from?" You struggled a bit as his skilled fingers performed their magic, leaning your head into his chest he laid up so he was sitting behind you. He fully undid the robe letting it slide off your body his hand spreading your legs even more and his free hand playing with your sensitive buds. "You'll know about that soon enough." He inserted another finger and sped up his pace, burying his two fingers knuckle deep and curling to hit a sweet spot. The obscene sounds your wet cavern made only satisfied both of you more. Moving his fingers he placed his length at your entrance a thrusted with no mercy making you cry out. He grabbed your neck squeezing a bit and forcing your head to face forward.

A mirror, showing how you succumb to every touch. "I do remember something we discussed," he smirked at you in the mirror. "I now truly understand Marquis de Sade's words," his hand travelled to your sensitive bud making you scream, "A whore for me and only me, look kitten how you respond to my touch. Falling apart at its command, so very vulnerable, no one can make you feel the way I do hmm? No man can break that cold facade you display for the world. One touch is all it takes from me my sweet."

God his words... must he word the truth like that.

Awkward day today in the kitchen.

Snake, along with his snakes joined the staff at the Phantomhive manor. All the snakes came into the kitchen before he did, scaring the crap out of Mey- rin, Finny, and Bard. Sebastian walked forward and practically dragged Snake into the kitchen, apparently he wasn't as outgoing as his snakes who were wrapping themselves on various things in the kitchen making themselves at home quite fast. Bard and Mey-rin were still creeped out while Tanaka and Finny were fast to make friends with some of the snakes already, one draped on Finny's shoulder and Tanaka petting one that was on the ground. "I... I'm Snake. N... Nice to meet you. Says Oscar. Hi Beauty, says Emily." Emily was currently tangled in your hair, you put your hand out and she jumped, well what passes for a jump, onto your arm and veered her head to you, her forked tongue sticking out. This explains the Black Mamba in the house.

"Ummm, so it's Oscar?" Finny was confused.

"No! This one is Snake and I'm Oscar!... Says Oscar," Snake began naming the various snakes but Sebastian interrupted.

"Yes yes, we'll talk about those other "servants" another time. He'll be a footman from now on. Please work together."

Breakfast preparations began and Snake did well. 'Not bad for a first-tier member' you thought as you were bringing up the tea for the young master when you saw Mey-rin struggling with Mr. Lau. He burst through the dining room door and Mey-rin almost fell trying to stop him. Ran-mao held the door open for you to roll in unscathed by all the commotion. "Hey Earl, how are you doing?" Strutting in like he owned the place, Sebastian set a place for him while you poured the tea for the young master. He spotted you and looked up to see Sebastian behind him, "I say, didn't you die recently?" he finally realized it was Sebastian who made a place for him, sniggering you poured tea for him and Ran-mao. Setting down his newspaper and crossing his arms the young master was irked his morning was disturbed. "What on earth could you want at this hour, surely you didn't come all this way just to mooch a breakfast off of me?"

While they ate they discussed a hospital by the name of Karnstein. Apparently, they claimed to have brought the dead back to life, Mr. Lau explained that down by the docks that he runs they had been shopping for people. "Human trafficking? They were experimenting?" you butt in. "That's right." The young master sighed, "If that's true then there is an interference in the regular society by an underground power. There's someone in the hospital running that. However, remove the thorns from the rose in advance and you won't hurt your hand. Sebastian, investigate immediately." He bowed and left shooting a wink at you. You smirked and Ran-mao grabbed you around your waist and hugged you. The young master shot a look at Sebastian's back and gagged at the both of you, your not so subtle ways of saying goodbye were disgusting to him, but while on duty you can't exactly have him shove his tongue down your throat it would be unseemly. The thought of that sent a shiver down your spine, you would love nothing but that to happen. Stretching the young master got up, "Y/n make sure Snake gets a carriage for these two."

"My lord."

"Hello Y/n!" a bright cheery voice travelled through the hallway as Lady Elizabeth came bouncing down the hall. "My- my lady." She was all smiles, slightly smaller than usual but still all smiles. "Don't worry silly I won't dress you up today. We're going on a trip on a Star Liner ship the 17th of April I have to go home and pack! Sadly Ciel can't make it because he works himself too hard I would love for him to see New York. See you next time." And just like that she continued out the door. You stood there blinking for a good minute before continuing into the young masters' study, you saw Sebastian perched on the ledge in a doctor's coat and glasses looking quite sexy in it and the young master blushing furiously.

"Ah, Y/n good," he coughed as if the embarrassment wasn't already on his face.

"What's with that getup?" you asked giggling.

"Occasion called for it my dear," Sebastian hopped off the ledge and placed some papers on to the young masters' desk while he sat in his chair behind the desk. Sebastian stood by the edge of the desk, "It seems some of the upper-rank doctors including a Ryan Stoker have opened an association by the name of the "Aurora Society". According to a certain nurse who squealed so easily- " Sebastian caught a glimpse of something in your eye, he could've sworn he saw even more hints of fuchsia flash like his demonic ones. You knew his ways to get information, especially with women. "The Aurora Society holds presentations for the results of their experiments regularly and collects donations from nobles. It consists solely of doctors who have the "complete salvation of mankind through medicine" as their motto... It has been confirmed that the members conduct illegal human experiments within the hospital daily."

The young master sighed tapping his finger, "When is their next meeting?"

"It's scheduled to be on a Passenger Ship leaving here on the 17th of April, set for New York."

"Sebastian what's the name of the ship?" you inquired, remembering Lady Elizabeth was blubbering about the young lord not being able to go on a ship with her.

"It's a Star Liner, the Campania."

The young master slammed his hands on the desk, "That's Lizzie's ship!"

Leaving the young master to his papers, you and Sebastian left. You started unbuttoning the doctor's coat missing his tailcoat, pulling it off him he started to take his glasses off but you pouted. "Leave them, you look better with them on." Before he could give a retort, you countered what he was going to say, "It will not ruin the butler aesthetic, besides, you're not in front of the master now." he sighed and pecked your lips, you dragged your fingers along his tailcoat straightening it and pulled on his tie, bringing him level with your face.

"Now, how exactly did you make this nurse squeal?"

"Oh- "

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Chapter 34: His Butler, Setting Sail

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So this is the Campania?"

"She's huge!"

"Blimey Snake, you're so lucky you get to go."

"You too Y/n!"

The entire household had come along to the docks to see the young master off on the maiden voyage of the Majestic Star Liner's Campania. Not everyone was going sadly. It was just to infiltrate a meeting of doctors, what could possibly happen?

"You could have my place if you'd like," you said to them.

"That's enough gawking, I trust you all to see to your duties while we're away. I'm putting Tanaka in charge. Do try not to burn the house down you three," Sebastian sighed.

"Hey Y/n, you've been glowing lately, are you and Sebastian...?" Mey-rin whispered as you gave her a farewell hug.

"Don't be obscene Mey-rin," you said instantly looking around to the people around you making sure no one heard but they were all too busy saying their goodbyes. You threw her a wink and you two grinned at each other like little girls with a dirty secret.

"Let's be off you three," the young lord said from the stairs leading to the ship.

You looked over the ship's side to see them waving up at you. They looked a bit small since the boat was enormous in size compared to other ships, you didn't expect that. The horn blared loudly causing you to cover your ears and the boat set to sail, a few minutes passed before the shoreline became invisible to the naked eye.

"Ciel?.... you're here!"

Oh no

You had forgotten that the Lady Elizabeth was coming on the journey. Along with Paula, her elder brother, Lord Edward, her father, Lord Scottney, and her mother Lady Scottney.

To call the Lady Scottney a moody individual was a slight understatement. She just... prefers things to be in order. If you can call it that. After pulling you, Sebastian, and Snake aside and chewing you out, she forced them to comb their hair back and you to take off your wedding ring and forbade you to make any obscene or unnecessary contact, whether it be eye contact or physical. Servants weren't allowed to be in service and be married. You stood by Paula keeping your eyes on the ground before the Marchioness could throw you anymore nasty looks.

You were kind of bored staring at the intricate pattern of the carpet and your feet started to hurt after a while. Ah the voice of Lord Grey, how you wish you could tip him over the side of the boat into the freezing Atlantic waters. You thought you'd have the pleasure of never hearing his loud rambunctious voice again, how wrong.

After their tea and luncheon, you were forced to walk around the ship with them. The sun shining on you compensated for how cold it was but of course the semi rough waters of the open ocean sprayed a little seamist on deck. Ocean water is always so beautiful, such a deep blue flecked with green seaweed and white seafoam. Maybe the tales of sailors falling in love with the sea are true, maybe there are mermaids waiting to drag you down. There are demons, something completely not human versus something half human, makes a little sense.

"Hey- watch where you're going wench."

You had bumped into some obese white haired old man with a monocle and a top hat sporting a woman on each arm who decided to make a spectacle of you.

"I apologize my lord, I shall take care from now on." You said instinctively, Sebastian had been too good of a teacher... normally this man would've gone over the edge of the boat without a second thought.

"Hmph they should bring back the whippings they used to have. Country's gone soft I tell you. Where is your master you pathetic doll?"

"Pathetic doll?" The young master and his extended family stood behind you looking as if they wanted a piece of the man to themselves. "A man of your size has no say in how pathetic someone may or may not be. I'd consider a different diet so you can peacefully walk and not bump into anyone, don't blame it on my maid. I suggest you apologize to her unless you want a taste of humble pie."

Well then...

The man gritted his teeth at the young lord and Sebastian stood towering by your side. He looked around with his piggy little eyes at the small multitude that gathered at the commotion.

"I... apologize miss..." He said slowly and barely audible, a mixture of red and purple in his face. It worked for the young lord so he turned away and started walking. "Let's go Y/n."

"Uh, yes my lord!" you called after him running a bit to catch up with everyone but you heard a loud thud and looked back to see the man on the ground. You saw a silver dinner knife sticking out of the floorboard next to his foot. Of course, someone would have to have his little input somewhere when it came to your honour. In grand style at that.

Two days later it was around the time the Aurora Society was supposed to hold their meeting aboard the vessel. However, maids were not allowed in the dining room, the young lord allowed maids to be wherever they pleased in his house because he didn't care to stay to strict society rules that held no true meaning. So this left you time to get ready. Sebastian had packed the red gown Madame Red had left behind in the townhouse before she died. You felt awkward putting the dress of a dead woman on, it didn't seem right. Dusting your cheeks lightly with a rosy beet powder you had made, and a matching beet red lipstick you were perfect. Although pale faces were considered perfect among the nobility, you didn't care to conform to the trend, letting your beautiful (s/c) skin glow with the little makeup you had on. Letting your hair down you combed through the unbearable knots trying to make it lay flat but your hair naturally (curled/frizzed/strayed). Doing the best with the mess on your head you headed out to the floor the meeting was being held. Your hair hid your mark from prying eyes since you could see it through the thin lace of the dress.

"There you are Y/n, let's go in," the young lord said sporting a blonde wig on his head and a bandage covered his eye instead of his eyepatch. Somehow the blonde disguise worked well, you wouldn't be able to tell it's him if you didn't know him so well. Sebastian had no disguise except for a small ponytail tied back that looked a bit cute on him. His eyes spoke for him when he saw you, you looked absolutely gorgeous.

"My dear you look stunning."

Grinning at him with a little confidence in your system you winked, "I know, shall we?"

He held his arm out for you still with a minor shock in his eyes but a smirk on his face that said he's going in with the most beautiful woman in the world on his arm.

Getting in was no problem, passing the greeter was another. They had some ridiculous stance to identify and welcome members thankfully the dress was so big you didn't feel the need to look like an idiot.

"The uh, the perfect flame that dwells within us," the young lord started.

"Can be hidden but it will not be extinguished," the man replied.

"Through it all."

"We are phoenixes!"

You lifted your arms but not your leg, even you had a sense of decorum at times. Your little trick worked, and he wasn't able to tell you hadn't fully done the stance.

"We welcome you to the society, here are your membership badges."

The young lord stretched out his hand stuttering and trembling. "T- thank you very much," he burned bright red as Sebastian pinned it on him, you laughed at his embarrassment as you pinned yours on, it was always entertaining. Apparently, someone else found it laughable as well.

"Hee hee hee hee... my lord I'm afraid if I laugh any harder, I might just give myself an injury."

"Undertaker!" You squealed.

"What are you doing here?"

"Well, hospitals are an undertaker's best customers, my lord."

Lord Druitt also appeared at the meeting. Dragging the young lord around as he flirted with everything within his sight. There, Ryan Stoker. A young man in a white doctor's coat, dusky brown hair, and wine-like eyes like Sebastian. Hmph, maybe it's just a rare colour for eyes. You rolled your own e/c orbs as he dragged on the meaning of perfect health and salvation, and you began ignoring his rant until he started opening a coffin. You braced yourself for that horrendous smell of rotting flesh but were met with a slightly aromatic scent. It was dark and mellow and odd, you've never smelled anything like it.

"Is the corpse real?" The young lord whispered.

"Yes... it reeks of the sweet stench of death."

Death

That's what you're smelling.

How comforting.

"Sweet is actually... a fitting word for the scent."

"You can smell that al-"

The doctor switched on the machine that was hooked up to the corpse making the both of you go silent. Static electricity bouncing within could be heard as it lit up the room. The corpse began to move drawing gasps from the silent room. First, an arm rose, then her torso revealing her eyes were covered and her head had a stitched pattern scar around it.

The room burst into applause for the doctor and her mother swept her in her arms, "Oh my Margaret."

Margaret's jaw opened wider than a normal humans, it was almost unhinged as she bit into her mother's shoulder. Blood splattered everywhere as her mother let out a blood-curdling scream.

"What the hell!" You exclaimed reaching for your gun as everyone else screamed knocking over tables and clambering over each other trying to get to the door they came through.

"Stop her Sebastian!" The young lord removed his disguise and Sebastian did the same retrieving his knives. You took the ribbon he pulled from his hair and swiftly tied yours. Throwing them at her he hit the vital parts ensuring her death. However, she fell over and stayed down only for a few seconds before standing upright continuing her mindless walk towards the three of you.

"She's lost control! Well, do something. Get to work!" Ryan Stoker said to the two men standing beside him looking as dumbfounded as the rest of you did. They pulled out their own guns and started shooting at her which drew her attention to them. Still, she stood, the bullets hit but she did nothing but bleed. Grabbing one of the men she bit into them making the other drop in fear. Stoker ran off into a nearby exit.

"Stoker!"

"Let him go. We can't leave until we know how to kill this thing," pulling more knives out he deduced dismemberment to be the best solution.

"She won't stop until you destroy her head." A voice from nowhere echoed in the room and the revving of some machinery could be heard. "Here let me show you!"

Bright orange hair blinded your view for a second before blood splattered everywhere truly ending the creature's life. "Don't tell me..." Sebastian's eyebrow twitched in annoyance as you looked at him confused. Another supernatural being? No way a human can do this.

"Haha I knew I was right, why wouldn't anyone believe me? I said I collected her soul two weeks ago," he sighed and made his way to the deceased mother with a lawnmower in his hand. "Well, at least this one has a soul."

"A grim reaper? Surely they wouldn't send you for one or two souls. What's going on?"

"Hello, who are you pretty lady asking these questions? Hmm? A butler uniform? You aren't the infamous Bassy are you? Ronald Knox is the name. I believe you're acquainted with one of my colleagues." He tipped his head in Sebastian's direction smiling widely.

You choked on air.

"Bassy?" You snickered.

He sighed clearly annoyed with the nickname. "Don't you start," he whispered. "Do the reapers know what's going on with the Aurora Society? You knew to aim for her head what other information do you have?"

"Not much to be honest. We've been getting news of corpses of the souls we've recently collected walking around. Someone needed to investigate and well here I am."

"We need to extract information from Stoker. Let's go," the young lord beckoned the both of you but Sebastian was stopped by Ronald lashing out with his death scythe mere centimetres from Sebastian's face. Thankfully he had quick hands and held it in its place. "See normally I wouldn't care about this but seeing as you are a demon on board a ship I need to harvest souls from. I can't take any chances if a soul hasn't been counted for. Paperwork and all, so could you do me a favour and die?"

The young lord rolled his eyes, "Give him a little exercise and then follow, Y/n with me." You both ran off in the direction Stoker went.

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Chapter 35: His Butler, Blood Bath

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"He sure runs fast," the young lord said as you both looked down the twisting stairs. There it is again, that unexplainable intoxicating scent of death. "I think we should check this way," you began down the stairs.

"Ah!"

You turned to see the young lord holding a gun to his fiancés head.

"Ciel, careful you almost shot me!"

The young lord covered her mouth, "Lizzy, it's too dangerous. Go back upstairs to Aunt Frances. We have work to do." You both continued to make your way downstairs. You could see Snake and his companions sitting in the dark eating.

"Who's there?" The young lord pointed his gun at Snake, making you force his arm down before he shot him. "My lord you're jumpy it's only Snake."

"See he's eating down here."

"Elizabeth?! I told you to go back upstairs."

"But I wanted to see you eat the cake-"

"My lady as sweet as your intentions are this isn't the greatest time. Get down!!!" She screamed, and the young lord grabbed her, pulling her out of harms way giving you free range to shoot the creature in its head. Its body crumpled to the ground and you looked around trying to find where it came from. An open coffin lay a few feet away with the Aurora Society's insignia on it. You reloaded your gun, "There's bound to be more."

"There's more with bird insignia over there, says Oscar," Snake pointed out behind you. All of you turned around to see columns of coffins shaking.

"Holy crap..." You breathed out as they all burst open with these creatures falling out and piling trying to claw their way to you. Simultaneously you all started running but you were surrounded and were quickly being enclosed. Shots rang out as you and the young lord began shooting at them.

"Smile! Up here!" Snake yelled from atop crates. Looked stable enough.

Hoisting the Lady Elizabeth up while the young lord covered you Snake grabbed her helping the rest of the way. "Your turn my lord." You were about to reload when you dropped the magazine for the gun. One of the things reached out to grab you and you pulled them by the neck and sent it headfirst into a section of them making them drop with a sickening crunch. "Get up here Y/n!" The young lord stretched his hand, but you opted to climb instead.

"They evidently can't see us nor do I think they can hear us. Something is attracting them."

The young lord nodded his head in agreement, "It seems they're unintelligent. Nor can they feel pain... I think we can rule out sense of smell, some lack noses."

The crates began to rock violently, and you looked down to see them clawing their way through. "I have no choice but to go down there, sir." You steadied yourself on the crates ready to jump in the fray. You've always wanted to test your mortality ever since becoming Sebastian's mate. You never dreamed it would be this way or this deadly...

"Ciel!" Lady Elizabeth grabbed onto the young lord.

"Don't worry Lizzy I swear I'll protect you. No matter what happens!"

"How admirable my lord. A true English gentleman, I'm very proud," Sebastian said aiming at their heads with his knives.

"Don't just stand there. Dispose of them!"

"As you wish," he charged at them leaping in the air and pouncing on them, smashing their skulls into the ground with his hands. The young lord shielded his fiancé's eyes from the grotesque vision of Sebastian's "playful" side coming to life. You saw his facade slip a bit, fangs bared for the world to see, the biggest grin plastered on his face. This was pure enjoyment, the destruction he brought filled his mundane life. Your heart beat rapidly seeing him at work, you were in love with a monster. A demon.

"I am finished my lord," he said lightly, a smile on his face. He looked like a little child in the middle of all that blood. He stretched out his hands, "Allow me."

"Don't touch me with those hands. They're filthy," he said looking down at him as you helped them down halfway. "Oh beg pardon, I'll change them immediately." He swiftly changed them and helped them down. He extended his hand for you, and you took it and were pulled into his arms bridal style. You took your sleeve and wiped the blood off his cheeks. "There."

"Why are there with many corpses on this ship? It doesn't make sense," the young lord inquired.

"As for that," Sebastian started, you reached inside his tailcoat and sent two knives the doctor's way as he attempted to sneak by unnoticed. Sebastian set you down the blood splashing your heels and you picked up the bullets for your gun, staining your hands red.

"No, wait!"

"For? I have disposed of your little toys already."

"That's the problem," Stoker winced as Sebastian eased up on his arm which he pinned behind his back. "This ship was built to accommodate two different cargo holds. It's split into two sections this and the front, which holds ten times as many subjects than in here."

Lovely

"Sebastian, Y/n, go ahead and make sure my aunt and the rest are escorted to safety. When you've done that, come straight to me."

"And you, my lord?"

"I'm armed so we'll be alright for a while don't worry Y/n. Now go."

The both of you took off running upstairs to find the Marchioness. It was utter chaos, corpses among corpses both dead and undead. There stood the Marchioness and her family in the middle, their swords drawn trying to fight off the animated corpses. You both intervened, smashing the heads of the two corpses in front of them.

"You two. What are they?"

"I couldn't say, my lady. I do know you have to destroy their heads," Sebastian said.

"Where are the children?" The Marquess asked, his son by his side equally worried.

"They're both safe and asked us to escort you and the Marchioness-"

"Absolutely not," the Marquess' gruff voice interrupted you. "We are the head knights for Her Majesty. We do not hide in safety, we fight for Queen and country. It would be a shame to let her people die."

"A knights duty isn't to himself, but in service to his country," Lord Edward said.

"Return to the children. We do not require assistance."

"But my lady..."

"Would you be questioning our swordsmanship butler?" She pointed her sword to his chest. He bowed his head in surrender before she could become aggressive. They started off in the opposite direction to go save people.

"And tell Ciel if one hair on Lizzy's head is harmed he'll answer to me!" Lord Edward shouted back.

Suddenly the ship rocked violently for about a half of a minute and you rushed out on deck to see an iceberg passing by. Huge chunks of ice were splayed out on the lower deck. "Come on."

You ran behind Sebastian following him to the end of the second deck. The boat listed greatly and you stumbled, twisting your ankle. Sebastian just grabbed your arm yanking you out the air and away from the edge and threw you over his shoulder. You saw the Marquess and his family had made their way to the upper decks.

"Wait here," he set you down in front of the wheelhouse.

The ship grumbled slightly as the gears shifted to accommodate whatever Sebastian was in there doing. Suddenly there was a scuffle and then eerie silence, you were about to approach the door when it flew off its hinges followed by one of those creatures.

"What the hell?!"

"I am sorry my dear but here, hold this I'll be back." He handed you his tailcoat and unbuttoned his vest and the top two buttons of his white cotton shirt. "Wait in there."

And with that, he jumped overboard into the freezing arctic waters. You half expected him to climb back out and grab his tailcoat but eh, your husband doesn't exactly feel. Or at least it doesn't bother him. Clobbering your way into the cabin you saw the captain on the floor along with various workers, a severed hand was still attached to the steering wheel. Easing into a chair, you inspected your ankle, nothing a little splint can't fix, that might not even be necessary. Instead, you tied the ribbon from your shoes around it to keep it from flailing too much.

You heard the sound of one of those creatures coming. Grabbing your gun, you reloaded it with trembling fingers and aimed it at the door. Shot after shot they received one bullet to the head and toppled over the side, you were down to your last bullet when Sebastian came and killed the rest.

"I'm starting to think the undead is not your forte," he said spreading out a map with his dark hair dripping water everywhere.

Another one of those things came in groaning. You shot at it quickly missing by an inch.

"Shit!"

Sebastian didn't even look up, he bashed its head in with his fist and continued doing what he was doing.

"My point made darling."

He started dressing, tucking his shirt in his trousers and buttoning his shirt fully, fixing the collar. "The water is roughly two degrees, prolonged exposure will endanger their health. Four compartments should be filled with water by now," he put his tie back and slipped his gloves on. "This ship will go down within the hour. We must fetch them at once." He grabbed his tailcoat and walked out with you behind him.

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Chapter 36: His Butler, Revelation

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You were wet, and not the good kind. Freezing waters filled the hallways quickly shocking everyone. Dresses became weighted and slowed women down, but of course, leave it to nobility to take propriety over their life. You hastily groped for your knife and slit the corset strings on the back of your dress, sliding it down and off you stepped out of the red pool of cloth and proceeded to follow Sebastian. Your lack of attire exposed your arms and a bit of your chest area. Sebastian looked at you up and down, "You're lucky we're close by the room. Can't have you walking in anything but a corset and a slip. Come." He busted down the door and rummaged through a random case pulling out his spare shirt. "We haven't time for you to change. You'll have to make do." Grabbing the shirt, you threw it on trying to button it with cold brittle trembling fingers and left.

"You! Servants, help me, and I'll give you this!" It was the same man from before, the one you bumped into. He was holding a cheque out. A carriage and horse burst through the hallway at top speed forcing you and Sebastian out of the way. It crashed into the man and if that wasn't bad enough, those creatures got to him as well. Quietly the both of you snickered and went to find the young lord who literally fell into Sebastian's arms when you both turned down a corridor. His sudden dropping in made your heart stop for a second.

"Fast hands," you said grasping your chest.

"You would know," he said with an annoying closed eye smile making you

After taking the Lady Elizabeth down from the ducts they crawled through an albino snake made its way down and nestled itself around you. "Keats, is it?" It flicked its forked tongue and hissed loudly.

"Now my lord, my lady. We must hurry up on deck they're readying the lifeboats.

The ceiling suddenly caved in, more like was cut open in a perfect circle. Two men came down on the part that fell in, Ronald from your previous encounter, and another man, a complete vision of red. You've seen him before but where...?

"Grell?"

Madame Red's coat, long luscious red hair, red glasses and even a red chainsaw, all tossed together on one person can make them look quite outstanding. Madame Red was truly a vision, but he seemed brighter.

"Hiii~ Bassy how I've missed you darling!"

He spotted you and gasped, growing visibly excited showing his rather unique set of pearly white teeth. "Oh, Y/n dear it's been far too long. I'm sorry I haven't been in touch, but I'm afraid if I had stepped foot on the perimeter of the manor I would've been killed on the spot."

He grabbed your hands and kissed your cheek, "Love the new hair, you must tell me- hmm? What's this...? A WEDDING RING?!"

You slowly drew your hands away from him as he went on ranting about how Sebastian had the nerve to get married while he was on probation. Attempting to sneak off with the rest, he whipped out his chainsaw again and blocked your way.

"Not so fast."

"Grell, I am afraid we're in a hurry. I shall have to ask you to move," Sebastian said holding them by their waists.

"Oh? And if I say no?"

"I'll force the issue," he growled.

"Ooo yes, I've never been one to mind a little force."

You felt a crude gripping sensation on your heart. Like a green monster ready to leap out and attack Grell but was being tamed by your ego. All you could do was throw venomous looks at him.

"Now come, let's have a death match like the world has never seen," he revved his chainsaw and pointed it in Sebastian's direction.

"Who is that Sebastian?"

"Just a nuisance my lady. Though it would be best to stay away, he might be contagious," he readied himself for a fight and Grell charged at him swinging his death scythe like a maniac. "How rude of you I simply don't repress my feelings." Grell swiped at Sebastian, missing and sawing through a pillar like butter. He landed on the window but in pushing off to avoid getting hit, Grell's scythe slashed the wall and window causing it to shatter and freezing waters to gush inside at incredible speeds. The water knocked Grell and Sebastian over and flooded the room quickly. The young lord grabbed his fiancé and ran, you started following but Grell blocked your way with his scythe grinning widely at you like the Cheshire cat. Sebastian moved to help you, but Ronald decided they weren't finished from earlier. He backed you into a remaining pillar wielding the chainsaw above you while you desperately tried to shove him off so he wouldn't have your head rolling around or the rest of the ceiling cave in.

Shots were heard, and you peeked behind Grell to see the young lord injured trying to protect Lady Elizabeth who was surrounded by those creatures that made their way to where you all were.

"Grell, what the hell are you fighting me for?" You yelled over the commotion and his chainsaw.

"You're with the demon as a mate. As much as I don't play by the rules often, you are a threat to my job. Sorry love."

"I'm sure Bassy wouldn't appreciate it if you killed me, you'd have zero chance with him," you spat. "Now let me go save the girl, and we can fight later." Your breath became ragged from the cold water you were in, if hypothermia didn't kill you, the cold that presents itself after this ordeal surely will. Ronald came flying into Grell, courtesy of Sebastian, knocking him over, his chainsaw clipping a few of your hairs.

Better than your neck.

When you looked up Lady Elizabeth had a sabre in her hand. The blade danced with her effortless attempt to save her fiancé. You stood in awe at the raw talent and hard work she put into her sword fighting. Like a prima ballerina performing her solo, mesmerizing. Such fire in her moves as she grabbed another sword to protect her fiancé and discard these creatures. Standing behind you was Grell, who she charged after defeating all those monsters. Sebastian swiftly grabbed the blade preventing her from killing him.

"My lady you've done enough," he got on one knee and hung his head in apparent shame. "I am a failure as a Phantomhive butler for allowing a lady to perform such things. My deepest apologies."

Snake came running into the room, a giant diamondback snake wrapped around his shoulders. "Smile are you alright? Asks Emily."

"Nevermind that, where is the doctor?"

"I'm afraid he slipped away, says Wordsworth." The albino snake that had made its way around your waist jumped to Snake making its way to his dry shoulder.

The young lord grew annoyed and growled, "Sebastian! That's it I'm tired of this. Ryan is the key to this incident. We have to find him now."

"So if we put the screws to this Ryan fellow, we'll know all the details?" Grell asked.

Ronald whistled, "Mr. Sutcliffe look."

"Oh yes, I see... Well, ta-ta for now Bassy. When we meet, I'll be sure to paint you rosy red," Grell blew a kiss to Sebastian and they both went back the way they came, through the ceiling. There came that feeling in your chest again just waiting for its taste of blood.

Sebastian grabbed your chin and peered into your eyes. "My dear, I do believe you're jealous."

You scoffed and shook him off, "Don't get full of yourself."

"Let's go," said the young lord attempting to raise himself off the ground. Lady Elizabeth ran to his side offering to carry him to which he grew embarrassed, to which she started crying saying she was a scary girl he wouldn't want to marry.

"W- what? Elizabeth, how could I be mad at you for saving my life?"

"So, you'll still want to marry me?"

"I- uh..." his voice faltered, and he blushed. You and Sebastian shared a look before looking down at the young lord and burst out laughing. "Both of you shut up this instant!"

"Oh wow, even in the face of Lady Elizabeth my stoic young lord is helpless," he picked him up and you all proceeded to the lifeboats.

"Shameless, I never took you for that young master," you giggled.

"You're one to talk Y/n."

Up on the decks, Lady Elizabeth was reunited with her brother. You were relieved to see Paula was safe and with the Midfords. The young lord had Snake put in a lifeboat in his place and before Lady Elizabeth could fight with him Sebastian knocked her out earning a yelp of disapproval from her brother. The three of you took off in search of Ryan.

Running towards the main dining room you were stopped in your tracks by Viscount Druitt followed by four other men carrying some odd sort of device. "You look familiar have we met before?"

You gulped smiling awkwardly, "No I don't believe so," you squeaked.

"Pardon my asking but is this the device used to stop the corpses?"

"You'll have to follow me to find out." Lord Druitt seemed different a bit more solemn than he normally is. One of the men carrying it started giggling. "Undertaker?"

"Oh, hello there my lord."

"Tell me," he leaned in, "do you know how to activate the device?"

"Now what would an undertaker know about things like this?"

Always answering with a question when he's hiding something. You knew him too well, he knew something. They took it to the main dining room atop the grand staircase and set it down.

"Careful gentleman that is worth more than all your lives."

"YOU BASTARD!"

Stoker yelled from the balcony with Grell and Ronald at his side. More like holding him hostage.

"Ah, Ryan Stoker we've been waiting for your arrival. Today is a historic day for us both. The empire you cleverly crafted is about to crumble and mine shall rise in its stead."

"Huh?" All of you said looking dumbfounded. What empire could this fool possibly raise?

"This is a bit more complicated than I bargained for..." Ronald muttered, but you heard it loud and clear.

"Let's see how this fellow looks bathed in red shall we?" Grell grinned hoisting his death scythe above his head.

"Take care now," he tipped his wine glass over the device slightly only causing a drop to make its way down. Your anxiety piped up hoping that the one thing to end this undead situation wasn't destroyed. "If I'm startled, I might accidentally spill."

"This is power in its truest form. I made the lot of you tremble with nothing but a wine glass." He laughed lifting his glass above the device again.

"May I kill him now," you and Sebastian asked in sync, pulling your knife from your garter.

"No although I understand the urge," the young lord said. Suddenly the creatures came back in droves, shattering glass from windows and doors trying to claw their way in with the living. "Viscount Druitt activate it!"

"No no, I refuse to answer to Viscount. I am Caesar. Call me that and we have a deal," he sent a flying kiss the young lord's way.

"On second thought let's kill him now."

"Patience my lord though I understand the urge," Sebastian said.

You jumped over a table knocking a few of them in the knees seizing the opportunity to smash their heads in the carpet making a few near you stagger at the sheer force you put into your attacks. Using your blade, you cut your slip off in jagged, uneven pieces to help the fluidity of your movement. Your legs up to your knees were on display again. At this point, you were used to it. Smashing head after head stained your cheeks and ruined clothes red. One of the creatures nearly took a bite out of you ripping a piece of your slip exposing your garter. A powerful roundhouse kick from you snapped a few necks while Lord Druitt babbled on.

"YOU GIT. TURN THE BLOODY THING ON WILL YOU?!" Grell roared from the balcony, his chainsaw embedded in a head spitting blood everywhere.

"Very well. But before I build my new empire, I will first have to see a display of loyalty by you showing me your Phoenix dance."

"Nevermind let's kill him," the five of you said in unison.

After displaying your Phoenix dance which this time you had no choice in doing, forcing you and the young lord to hide your faces in shame. Viscount Druitt pressed the button and the room went quiet as if the reanimated corpses were looking forward to what the machine does as well.

Nothing

Happened

Both you and Grell lost your patience, Grell jumped over the balcony and you ran down the stairs and raced towards him. "Hey, we aren't allowed to kill humans Grell!" Ronald yelled out to him while the young master called out to you. What stopped you two wasn't their voices, it was the Undertaker. "Sorry dearie, I couldn't let the both of you kill such a comedian the world needs more like him." Grell gritted his teeth and you both were pushed back by whatever weapon the Undertaker wielded. Regaining your balance, you looked up seeing the Undertaker with his hair pushed out of his face. With his dashing green eyes and long silver hair Undertaker no longer looked hidden under his hat and bangs.

And by every demon in hell, this man could give Sebastian a run for his money if you were interested in looks only.

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Chapter 37: His Butler, Fighting

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