#uh oh new au (dragons)

[tonycries]

Bad Boys Bring Roses - G.S.

Synopsis. You’ve never dealt with the yakuza - not once. So why is the future head of the Gojo clan suddenly coming up to you, demanding that you marry him for 30 days?

Pairing. Yakuza boss! Gojo Satoru x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, yakuza! au, fake marriage, annoyances to lovers, elders suck, mentioned k*lling (not reader or Satoru), Satoru is INSANE and SO down bad, one bed trope, praise, biting, oral (fem receiving), fíngering, unprotected, créampie, spitting, overstim, flower language, kníves, bit dark, HAPPY ENDING, pet names, swearing.

Word count. 9.1k (whoopsies)

A/N. I just HAD to get this out of my mind like I wanna write an entire book series on this. Spent too long researching rose language as well so see if y’all catch that hehe.

You thought the wedding invitation was a joke when it had arrived - a delicate, lacey little card that you’ve probably read over a million times by now. It had been stuffed haphazardly into your mailbox, along with a ridiculously large bouquet of purple roses. Seemingly inconspicuous when you first tore into the thick envelope, wondering which one of your friends was getting married now. 

And it was - that is, until you saw your name at the very top - right where the blushing bride’s was supposed to be. 

We hereby formally invite you to the marriage of…

What? 

No return address. No date. No groom’s name either. Only yours, written in beautiful, golden writing - inviting you to your own wedding, exactly a week from now.

You remember perfectly the way you’d flipped it over and over in your hands, the gears turning in your head as you tried to crack down on the motive behind this invitation. A threat? A joke? Texting all of your friends about what a cute prank that was - only to get a shared confused reaction, and a few “April Fool’s has already passed, y’know.”

Hell, you’d even cornered the mailman, desperate to get to the bottom of this. But that wasn’t particularly helpful when he was only able to shake his head in protest, pale as a sheet, and trembling ever-so-slightly as he sped away from you. Weird. 

Without a clue as to who sent the letter, or even a follow-up in the days after, you stuffed the invitation somewhere deep in the back of your closet and handed the bouquet to your mother. Not bothering to tell your parents where it was from - because who’d worry over a stupid prank like this? It was probably one of the kids from down the street that’d gotten their grubby lil’ hands on a printer. 

You, however, had more important things to focus on - like trying to help your father revive his failing diner. It was a family business, a quaint, hearty little shop. One that was quickly, and dangerously, losing both customers and employees with the brand new fast food place that’d popped up right across the street. 

Which is why you found yourself here - working overtime on a Saturday night, looking over the empty chairs and stacks of boxes from behind the counter. Whatever, it was only a few weeks until relocation anyway.

You heave out a sigh, eyes flitting to the clock beside you - 11:21pm.

Nine minutes more, you drum your fingers in boredom, maybe you should just close up early. Because sure as hell no one else was-

“Oh? Still open?”

“Ah- Uh, yes, welcome!” Jolting out of your reverie, you stand up ramrod straight, taking in the customer standing at the door. He wasn’t one of the regulars - no, you think you’d remember if he was. Cloudy white hair, piercing blue eyes that twinkle from above his shades, even in the dim light of the diner. He was so very tall, taking up almost all of the doorframe, only getting more and more imposing as he walks up to you in quick, long strides. Magnetizing. 

And if you dared let your eyes wonder, you caught a few tattoos peeking out from his unfairly snug button-up, clashing with its flashy blue color. Dragons? Trees? Or were they flowers - roses?

“Roses.” the man in front of you answers your unspoken question, voice so very deep, and melodic - tinged with something playful in it that you wouldn’t have expected at first glance. At your raised brow he continues with a wink, “Could tell ya were checkin’ me out, sweetheart.”

“F-forgive my rudeness, sir.” you sputter, face burning. You look away from the way his muscled ripple as he crosses his arms, immediately turning to fumble with the menus, “Please take a seat and I’ll be there with you shortly.”

You’d expected him to take up a booth, or maybe head towards one of the good tables around the corner. What you did not expect was for him to plop down on the stool right in front of you, flashing you a playful grin before humming, “S’alright, m’just waitin’ for someone.”

Oh. Well, it made sense that someone like him would be taken. Swallowing, you hand over the menu, before giving him a close-lipped smile, “A lover?”

Resting his head on his palms, not bothering to even glance at the list of dishes before him. “My fiancée.”

“Congratulations, Mr…”

“Gojo Satoru.” he tilts his head, looking way too happy with himself. “Please, call me Satoru.” 

You nod softly, picking up your pen and notepad to get this conversation over with - and maybe to also avoid his heavy stare that made something hot and uncomfortable coil in your stomach. “Right, Mr-” at his disappointed whine, “Satoru. Congratulations, must be one heck of a thing to plan.”

“Oh I’m having fun with the wedding planning.” He waves off your words with a chuckle, missing - or pointedly ignoring - the way you were waiting for his order. “How’s it going for you?”

What?

You narrow your eyes at the way Satoru was batting those long lashes up at you, deceivingly innocent and waiting for your answer. “I’m sorry- Me? Did you mean with the diner relocation plans or-”

“No no no.” he laughs, loud and boisterous. And usually you’d have a thing or two to say at someone interrupting you if you weren’t so mesmerized by that little dimple at the corner of his grin. One that moves as he plows on, “M’asking how wedding planning is going for you, wifey~”

There’s a beat of silence. One. Two. With you gaping at the pure audacity as Satoru quiets down to little titters, seemingly studying your reaction in amusement. Which slowly, but surely, drains from his face as you grit out a sharp, “I’m gonna have to ask you to leave, sir. We’re very busy and don’t have time to entertain your pick-up lines.”

Those widened blue eyes sweep the painfully empty diner, letting out a low whisper. “I can see that.” you let out a strangled noise of embarrassment at that. “But you’re really gonna ask your husband to leave?”

Huffing in frustration, “I don’t have a husband.”

“...you do.”

“I don’t.”

“You do.”

“I don’t. And who the fuck are you to tell me I do?”

“What?!” Satoru jumps out of his seat in shock, fast enough that the stool clatters to the floor with a deafening clang! Hands slamming on the counter as he leans over it - so close that you could feel his minty breath fanning your face with each hurried, shrill word that tumbles out of his lips. “What do you mean you don’t have a- I’m gonna kill those fuckin’- After I bought Canva premium just to make that invitation? Did the flowers come at least?”

And while Satoru is panicking, words spilling out of his mouth a mile a minute - only one of those rings in your mind - invitation. 

“You.” you hiss, barely audible over meltdown in front of you. Pointing a finger accusingly, “You’re the one behind that prank with the dumbass roses.”

That seems to snap Satoru out of his dramatic monologue - and you’re glad it did. Because he looks up to meet your glare, “Hey! You didn’t like the roses?” 

And for the first time, you see Satoru more serious than he’d been ever since stepping into this diner. Eyes somewhere behind you, ablaze and almost…frightening. “Didn’t you ask him?” 

You whirl around to see your father, who’d apparently rushed downstairs at the commotion. Baseball bat to fight off the intruder hanging in midair as he stands frozen, taking in the scene before him - but more importantly, that man in front of him. “You.”

---

And, well, it’s not everyday that you’re having late night tea with your parents and one of your father’s…business associates. Even rarer when said business associate is…you gulp, praying to whoever’s above that this is all some sick dream you’ll wake up any second from. 

“So, let me get this straight…” you sigh, pinching your nose in frustration. It’s been an hour or two of trying to understand whatever this was. Giving a stern look at the two men squirming across from you in the booth. “My father was conned by one of your-” you gesture your head at Satoru, which only makes his smirk grow, “-men to take a loan from your um-”

“Family, yakuza. Anything goes.” he supplies helpfully.

You wave him off, trying as quickly as possible to brush off the ‘yakuza’ bit that makes your stomach lurch. “And now he owes you a favor of…what exactly?”

Satoru leans across the table, t-shirt opening tantalizingly. Voice dropping to an almost-pleading murmur, “Look, I just need you to pretend to be my doting, loving, charming, gorgeous-” backtracking at your withering glare, “...Anyway. I just need a fake wife for a few months, convince my family to get off my back about arranged marriage n’ carrying the Gojo legacy. Then bam! you stomp all over my heart, we divorce and I’m too heartbroken to ever get married again. Easy.” 

“No.”

“Please?”

“No.”

You bet Satoru’s disappointed groan echoed across all 23 words of Tokyo, because it was definitely ringing in your ears amongst whirlwind thoughts of marriage? To a yakuza? Completely, and utterly ridiculous. And from his talks of “carrying the family name” it seemed like he was some sort of future head as well. Though, he definitely wasn’t acting like it right now. 

“Alright. Plan B, then.” 

Oh? You couldn’t help but think that maybe he wasn’t that much of a manchild as sits up from where he’d been splayed all over the table in tragedy. Lacing his fingers together before turning to your father, continuing in a more diplomatic tone, “But I want the cash you took. In full. Now. Gonna hafta disguise my best friend as my wife, n’ dresses for a six foot man aren’t cheap.”

Your mother looked like she could faint right then and there. Choking out a noise of surprise, “B-but we’ve deposited it all for the relocation- Please, can’t we pay any other-”

At the firm shake of his head, you stammer, “Now? Aren’t you some yakuza nepo baby, can’t you just ask your parents for money?”

“No.” Satoru chuckles, in a tone which told you that he probably could but might just lose his head for it. Only further supported as he muses, “Not unless I want a finger cut off for dealin’ money on the side. Seriously, sweetheart, why did you think I sent you the invitation last week?”

“Take me instead.” you father cries, trying to negotiate above Satoru’s half-joking mutters of “Ugh, I’m not into ol’ men dumb enough to sign yakuza contracts.”

It was all too much. You couldn’t take out the relocation deposit - it was a new start, possibly the only thing to save your family. Nor do you have enough in savings to pay back the loan. And if Satoru’s warning was anything to listen to, then you knew that dealing with the yakuza could be dangerous. Why you? Why you? Why you? 

“Fine.”

The moment that word leaves your lips, it’s like the whole world freezes. Everyone in the room - including yourself - unsure of whether they heard you right. “I’ll do it.” you clarify, voice hesitant but firm. Eyeing the way Satoru’s eyes begin to sparkle, the beginnings of a smile curling his lips. Raising a finger to shush your father’s protests, “But for a month, until we leave this place. After that m’going with my family and you’re never to contact us ever again. Deal?”

And oh Satoru seemed over the moon, reaching out to grasp your hand in a handshake - so warm, and softer than you’d imagined. “Swear on m’life, wifey. You can kill me if not.”

He was so intimidating - and intimidatingly exhilarating.

Only an hour more of arguing and a quick phone call later, men - yakuza, you assume - were flooding your family’s little diner. All tattooed and burly, looking somewhat comical as they carried your few packed-up suitcases outside. Well, at least they stayed for a late dinner. 

And ended up being witnesses to a very rushed, very rushed signing of marriage agreements. Evidence to really show up your alleged marriage. It barely even lasted a few minutes before, well, that was that - you were married, to the son of a yakuza head. 

You say a quick goodbye to your teary parents, soothing them with promises of “I’ll be back before you know it. One month. That’s all.” 

“And don’t worry about a thing,” Satoru sing-songs, coming up behind you. “If there’s anyone she’s safe with, it’s me.”

“You better keep your mitts off of my baby.” your father warns, raising the baseball bat still clutched in his hand menacingly. 

“I won’t lay a hand on her, father-in-law. And anyone that even thinks about it…” he cackles, breath hot against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. “I’ll kill.”

Prancing off to hold the door of that shiny black Mercedes parked outside open for you. “Ladies first.”

With another quick hug to your parents, you hastily make your way inside. Feeling extremely out of place amongst the overly luxurious interior in your slightly-stained work uniform. God, the covers on these cushions themselves probably cost more than your house. 

“Like the car? I can buy you one. Or four, as a wedding gift.” Satoru grins. 

Oh, right. You weren’t in here alone - you were here with your new…husband. The word felt so strange to even wrap your head around, instead you turn to meet his easy smile. Clenching your jaw as you grit out, “So how do we act m-married?”

You swear he brightens up impossibly, scooting closer to you on the seat. Heart lurching as he raises his eyes to meet yours, dizzy with the heat of his proximity, he promptly pulls out his Notes app. 

“Well, you see. I forgot to send this with the invitation so you better memorize this before we get home.” flashing you a long, long list of likes and dislikes, “Here’s my favorite color and my favorite Digimon and-”

That car ride could not have been longer. Because in addition to arguing with Satoru about who the best Digimon was, you had to fill out your own version of his overly extensive list. “So we can be foolproof.” he’d whined. And you’d been so engrossed in the process that you barely noticed the looming estate out the window.

“We’re here, young master and madam Gojo.”

It took a second to register that the driver was talking to you as well as Satoru, immediately pushing your face against the window to take in the scenic site before you. Heavy wooden doors - probably taller than an average house - opening to reveal sprawling gardens. Koi ponds and rose bushes lining a pathway that led to a traditional Japanese house - all power and glory. You half wondered whether you were still in Tokyo. 

“Home sweet home.” Satoru grunts. “Such a beautiful hell, huh?”

Your home, for the next month. At least. 

And if you had any doubt that Satoru was in fact the future yakuza head, that all went out the window at the welcome you got. Men lining the wooden hallway, bowing at the waist while your all-new husband wraps a hand around your shoulders, pointing out the various rooms and ornaments as he led you in. 

“-and this is going to be our room.” he brings you in front of a large tatami room, one the size of your entire diner. 

“Ours.” you repeat. Walking unhurriedly to the king-sized bed in the middle - the only bed. Heart pounding as you take it all in. 

“Ours.” Satoru echoes, happily. And if he was any bit as affected as you are, then he doesn’t show it, instead pulling out a blue yukata from the closet, a golden Gojo emblem stamped on the back. Made with such a pretty, delicate fabric that it made you shiver to think how much it cost. “Now, I had these made jus’ for you last week. You can give me a lil’ fashion show tomorrow, so make sure you get some rest, wifey.”

It’s only when he says the word “rest” that you realize exactly how tired you are. Your long shift and the entirety of this having your eyes feeling heavier than usual. 

“Um…” you start, risking a glance at the bed. 

Satoru jolts, “Ah- don’t worry, sweetheart. You take the bed.” beginning to saunter outside to meet his team. “Got some work, so I’ll be sleeping in my office. Dream of me~”

And, really, you almost felt bad splaying yourself out on the crisp navy sheets. Sinking into the heady smell of fabric softener, and something so so Satoru. Addictive. Like an expensive cologne that made your head spin, one that wafted through your mind as you dreamt of summer weddings, and blue, blue skies.

“Ichiji.”

“Yes, young master.”

“See to it that the madam is safe. Anyone try anything funny and you bring them back alive. I wanna be the one to play with them, okay~?”

“Of course, young master.”

---

Admittedly, you probably have the best sleep of your life at the Gojo estate- or, it would’ve been if your husband didn’t burst in every morning at 7am. Handing you a ridiculously big bouquet of white roses, straight from the garden, before dragging you outside. 

Milling about the estate, Satoru was never too far behind, chattering away. Letting you hold onto his strong arm crossing the bridges, occasionally having you show up to yakuza meetings as his plus one. Relishing in the rumors spreading all through the yakuza syndicates in Tokyo. Gojo Satoru, and the commoner wife he’d do anything for.

Weirdly enough, some strange little part of you thinks he puts in a lot more work than necessary for some pretend relationship…

“I think that stupid plan is really working, y’know.” you muse to him after a few days of this. Dipping your fingers into one of your favorite koi ponds with a nod at the figures watching you from a distance - Gojo clan elders, you assume. “Those old coots hate being within a five mile radius of me.”

Satoru huffs out a laugh, “That so? S’probably the method acting then, huh? Taking good care of me, wifey?” he wiggles his eyebrows, nudging you from where he was holding an umbrella beside you. 

Furrowing your brows mockingly, “S’funny for you to say, they don’t even look at me. But they follow me around everywhere.”

“Do they annoy you, must I do my duty as a husband and gouge their eyes out?”

He…didn’t sound like he was joking. 

Rolling your eyes, you pointedly ignoring the way your heart lurches at the word “husband.” Still so jumpy at the idea. “Speaking of, your parents give up the marriage proposals, yet?”

At this, Satoru clenches his jaw. “Still nagging, but they’re finally considering you as my actual bride rather than some hijink.” he spits out, seemingly recalling whatever conversation they’d had before. “And they want to have some family ‘dinner’, but it’s going to be awful and you don’t-”

“Let’s go.” you interrupt, nodding determinedly. “The realer this marriage seems, the faster we can divorce, no?”

He blinks at you slowly, “That’s…true. For the divorce, then?”

“For the divorce.”

And, well, that was settled - you were to meet your new in-laws. The ever-elusive heads of the Gojo clan. Also one of the most powerful yakuza in all of Japan, but, semantics really.

You spend the evening cooped up with Satoru in the library, poring over the bloody history of the yakuza - with the Gojo’s heading them all. The only time he actually leaves your side is a few hours before the dinner. 

“For you.” he’d murmured, lips ghosting your ear, slipping something cold onto your finger. You look down to see one of the most beautiful rings you’ve ever seen - gold, with delicate blue and white diamonds encrusting it, cut in the shape of roses. “Can’t be married without a wedding ring, huh? Think of it as a good luck charm for tonight.”

And with that he’s swept away in a flurry of bodyguards and ruffled men, and you’re left standing there all alone. Cheeks burning, wondering how the hell he knew your perfect fit. 

You worry longer about the dinner than you spend actually preparing for it. Though, that’s probably because of the group of stylists that come into your room to help you dress. Wordlessly fussing around you despite your weak attempts at conversation, eyes averted. Almost like they were…scared of you. 

But there wasn’t much time to think of that - not when you’re being marched off in the direction of what you remember Satoru had called the family dining room. “More like a fuckin’ meeting room for those hardasses.” he’d snarked.

The moment you step in, all eyes turn to you - the only ones you recognize being Satoru’s, who immediately stands with a smile. “Ah, wifey! Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.” pulling you into a tight hug. His voice drops into a low, raspy murmur in your ear, “Ya look fuckin’ gorgeous in my colors, y’know.”

Traitorously, jolts of electricity run down your spine. Especially at how fucking gorgeous he looked in traditional wear. Whispering back, “Playing up the doting husband bit, huh?”

“Only for you.”

Pulling away, you drink in his dangerously handsome state. Hair so effortlessly styled, tattoos winking at you from just above his yukata - blue, to match yours. So pretty.

Stammering out, “Corny.”

“Only for-”

“Now that the girl is finally here, may we begin with dinner?” A stained voice sounds from behind Satoru, old and tinged with a tone that years of customer service told you did not bode well. Craning your head, you look over his broad shoulders, meeting the eyes of several disapproving elders. 

Shit. Some of the most dangerous people in this country right now. 

Gathered here - for you. 

Automatically, you knew which ones were his parents - painfully upright, and hauntingly beautiful in a cold, calculated way. Sat right at the head of the long table. With a jolt, you realize that you two are seated right opposite them. 

“So.” his mother starts, as you take your seat with a bow. Satoru doesn’t waste any time on niceties, plopping down right next to you, scooting closer than necessary. “Congratulations on the…wedding, my son.”

My son. You ignore the way both parents pointedly avoided looking at you. Your husband, however, does not. “What~ Not gonna wish my dear wife as well?”

It’s a silent staredown - one that has the entire room on edge. You don’t realize that you’re clenching your fists in tension until Satoru untangles them, slipping his larger hands into yours. Gaze still alarmingly intense and locked on the other side of the table.

He wins.

“Congratulations. Let us begin now.” 

You breathe out a sigh of relief, the tension only slightly broken as butlers stream into the room, carrying decadent trays of food. Well, at least the food might make up for how appalling this dinner is going to be.

It’s only 15 minutes in that you realize how very, horribly wrong you are - because the elders of the Gojo estate really don’t hold back, do they? Thank God you memorized every part of that stupid likes and dislikes list.

Besides picking apart every aspect of your relationship that they could manage to squeeze out of you between the appetizer and the main course, the main scrutiny tonight seems to be you. But in that icy, subtle way that has Satoru’s jaw clenching tighter each second. 

Lips curling, Gojo senior eyes you over his wine glass. “So, dear,” voice dripping with underlying venom despite the pet name. “Is it true our Satoru missed an esteemed marriage meeting with the Zenin group to ambush you at some rundown old diner?”

You fight to keep the smile plastered onto your face, painful and cracking under the pressure. A hand squeezing under the table to stop Satoru from opening his mouth to retort, you answer instead, “Well, ambushed wouldn’t be the word. You could say we fell in love over the counter - at my family’s diner.”

“A waitress, she said?”

“Now we know why it was this rushed. Probably pregnant.”

“The scandal. How far the Gojo name has fallen.”

The few stifled gasps from the other end of the table are so dramatic that you could almost laugh. But you don’t. Breath hitching as Mrs. Gojo chuckles, “Marrying the daughter of a lowly diner owner? How... quaint.”

“Mother, be quiet or-”

“What?” she throws her hands in exasperation. “Can’t I say anything around here. Honestly, Satoru, I’m just trying to make conversation with your new wife.”

Before either you or Satoru can react, his father speaks up, apparently not done with the interrogation. “You understand that we’re just worried, right, dear? Especially with marrying into prestigious families, of course.” The emphasis on “prestigious” is not lost on you.” And it drives you insane. 

Steeling yourself, you train your eyes on the untouched food below you. “I understand.”

Plowing on as if trying to infuriate you, “And you understand that this position is dangerous? You’ll be targeted.”

“I understand.”

“Do you? Don’t be swept up in our Satoru’s charm and wealth, dear, my son just wants a way out of duty.” tone dripping with disdain, Satoru’s grip becoming tighter and tighter on yours. “The Gojo syndicate owns half of this city, we could bulldoze over that little diner of yours with only one phone call”

“My wife and I are leav-”

“I said I fuckin’ understand.” Your words hang in the air like a foul stench, and you raise your head to glare. If looks could kill, all the elders in this room would be six feet under and you’d be dancing on their graves already. “Neither me, nor my husband would ever let that happen because he knows a thing or two about respect, unlike you.” Lacing your fingers tighter with Satoru’s. “So shove your mighty family up your wrinkly asses. I don’t give a flying shit.” 

Eyes wide, jaws dropped, the old couple opposite you finally seems stunned into silence. And if it was any other situation you could’ve almost laughed at how similar they looked to Satoru when he found out you thought his proposal was a prank.

His father adjusts his glasses. “Perhaps that is so.”

Ah, if only the rest of the table would be quietened just as easily. 

“Not only is she a slut she’s a-”

Thud!

It all happens so fast you’re not even sure if your eyes are playing tricks on you. Because in a split-second, the knife that was at your side is suddenly embedded, deep into the wooden table - barely even an inch away from the elder that had spoken up. 

“You’re lucky I’m matching with my wife n’ didn’t want to dirty this new yukata.” a voice sounds from your side. Melodic and so so eerie that you don’t realize for a second that it’s Satoru - your Satoru. 

He loops an arm under your legs as he stands up. Easily maneuvering you into a princess carry, forcing you to cling onto his robes for dear life as your feet dangle from the floor. You look up - maybe to snap at Satoru to put you down - only for the words to die in your throat at how absolutely fucking feral your husband looked. Eyes wide, aura menacing. A grin gracing his features, not the familiar one which had your heart racing, no - something so dangerous and cold. 

“Now,” he hums. Turning his back to the room, gaze still locked with the shocked heads inside, “My lovely wife and I will be retiring. Won’t you all say goodnight to your future madam?”

You don’t know what shocks you more - the way everyone in that room mumbles out a disdainful little “Goodnight, ma’am.”, or the way Satoru cackles as he carries you to your shared bedroom. Laying you gently on the mattress with a quiet, “Be right back, sweetheart.”

What the fuck happened?

He could’ve killed that man. And looked like he wanted to. 

Your brain yells at you - run away run away run away- But you weren’t…scared? In fact, you don’t think you’ve ever been less fearful in your entire life. Especially not when Satoru stumbles back into the room, clearly rushing. Something warm spreading in your chest at the trays of food in his hands.

“Dinner’s better without a bunch of fossils on my kill list.” he grins. Settling right next to you on the bed, setting out the dinner he’d brought for you. And, well, you didn’t doubt that they really were on his kill list. 

“Hey, wifey.” Satoru speaks up after a few moments of silence, satisfied with the food laid in front of you. “M’sorry for putting you through that. No more family dinners from now.”

You inch closer to lay your head on his sculpted shoulder, a hand bringing up the food to his pretty lips. He smelled so good, faintly like pine, and clouds. It made you so dizzy. “Eat, Satoru.”

That’s all which is said, because maybe that’s all that was needed. And for a second there, you almost forget that this is all pretend.

---

“Hey, uh- mister. You alright?” you call out, voice barely audible over the rain. 

The sullen figure didn’t react at first, soaked through and eyes trained on the ground. Unmoving, even when you hesitantly drew closer, umbrella quivering in your hands. 

You should turn around - walk away like everyone else on the sidewalk was doing. But no, something about the way he sat alone, stoic to the storm around him made you inch closer. “Here.” you hold out your umbrella. “S’our diner’s, but you look like you could use this more than I do.”

He jolts, as if hearing you for the first time. A flash of blue, so quick you almost think you miss it. Still not raising his head fully, the man’s snowy hair tousles as he jerkily closes around the handle. Pretty. And so so sad.

“It’ll be alright.” you nod. 

And with that, you turn, running back in the rain to the haven of the diner, where your father was waiting impatiently - he’d just bought the boxes to start packing up for relocation. Fingers still burning ever-so-slightly where his hand had brushed against yours. How strange, you wondered his name.

---

Satoru stayed true to his word over the weeks that followed. His parents seemed well and fully intent on avoiding you. And, well, other than a few disdainful remarks, the elders mostly scurried away in fear at your very sight. 

The only thing that made your skin prickle was that the housekeepers had a penchant for peeping in on the two of you. Increasingly following you - they always did, but now…honestly, it was a bit disconcerting. 

But other than that, it was almost…peaceful. You wake up every morning to a large bouquet of burgundy roses at your bedside table - and a husband. Because Satoru had taken to sleeping on the little couch at the corner of your room every night - saying something about not wanting to rouse suspicion because if he actually had a wife he’d be “taking her to bed every night”. Somehow, you didn’t doubt it. 

“Funny how it’s getting close to a month of being married, but you haven’t even kissed me yet.” you deadpan. Looking down at where he was resting his head in your lap, sprawled across the soft grass in the garden.

Something else also happened - something different.

Because Satoru was a bit touchier, a bit closer. Like right now, preening into your fingers carding through his soft hair. “Oh~? Why, wanna take me to bed, wifey?”

“You wish.”

“Maybe I do.”

Your hands still, pulse racing as your eyes bore into Satoru’s, trying to figure out what sort of bad joke this was. Subconsciously, you find yourself leaning down closer - too closer. Close enough that you could count every shade of blue in his hungry gaze. But by the grace of whoever was above-

“Young master, please excuse the intrusion but you have-”

Sitting up abruptly, addressing the newcomer in a stone-cold tone. “How many fuckin’ times have I not told you to never bother me when I’m with my wife?”

The servant bows apologetically, sputtering out apologies as you move to get up. Flashing a smirk at Satoru’s dramatic pout, “I have to catch up on some reading anyway. See ya, Satoru.” 

“Noo~ my sweetheart don’t leave me~” 

You stifle a laugh at his little tantrum, so different from when he was serious. He was so….dizzying. “You’ll be okay, Satoru.” Glancing up nervously to meet the servant’s intense stare, studying the scene before him, how different his master was. “I’ll be at the library now.”

And Satoru notices - of course, he does. He sees that tiny flash of concern in your eyes. One that you might not have noticed yourself. He lowers his voice as you walk away, so you don’t hear him speaking behind you. Words dripping with a similar venom he always heard from his parents, “Now, tell me who you’re spying for. Names, first and last.” 

Satoru doesn’t join you in the library that day, the first time in weeks. And you find yourself missing him more than you should. It’s dark out by the time you’re raising your head from the books, joints aching from poring over them for hours. The house seems a lot quieter. Somewhat bigger. 

Something was wrong. Something was wrong. Something was wrong. 

Scratching the back of your head, you wander through the wooden hallways to your bedroom - wondering what was amiss. Your feet take you there as if on autopilot, thankful for Satoru’s meticulous tours. 

“Hey,” you smile softly at a servant making your bed, “Where are-”

Your question dies in your throat at the way she yelps at your words, hurrying down the corridor with a jerky bow. Weird. Leaving you all alone, and confused, muttering to yourself, it’s only then that you notice the flash of red by your bedside table. 

Not a bouquet. Only a single, red rose - a note tied around the stem, something you’d never gotten before. 

“The marriage proposals have been revoked, your contract is fulfilled, my ex-wife.”

Oh, reading that hurt more than it should’ve. You should be happy at being free, a few days earlier than expected at that - but it was over - just like that. You didn’t want to leave him. You didn’t want to leave him.You didn’t want to leave him.

 Were you going insane?

Clutching the flower like a lifeline, heaving out a sigh, “Maybe Satoru knows…”

“Thinking of me?”

Startled, you whirl behind to face your husband. In the dim-lighting, making out the stoney expression on his face, eyes wide and a little duller than they had been earlier today. 

“Satoru?”

His eyes light up at the mere sound of your voice - then you’re engulfed in him. Wrapping you in his arms, bowing his body into yours, so tight that it almost hurts. But you let him, fisting the fresh yukata in your hands - and that’s when you realize, he’s changed his robes since this morning. “Are you okay?” you whisper into his shoulder. Drinking in the smell of his cologne, and something faintly metallic. 

Every cell in your body is screaming at you to take the opportunity - to run away from this yakuza and his slaughter and whatever this was. But how could you? Staying rooted to the spot, not even a speck of fear.

Satoru heaves out a heavy breath, tickling the hairs at your nape as he pulls you impossibly closer. “Those nosy elders won’t be bothering you anymore, sweetheart. You’re free to go.”

A shudder runs down your spine at his words, and you didn’t want to think too hard about what they meant. Instead, you guide him to your bed - and, surprisingly, he allows you to. Letting the two of you sink into the plush mattress. With Satoru still in your arms. He repeats, “You’re free to go.”

Run away. Run away. Run away-

There it was again - that strained little manta. You stare right into his eyes, voice thick at the sinking feeling in your stomach. “My 30 days aren’t over yet.” 

“Leave. Please.” he grunts into the crook of your neck, like your hands drawing patterns down his back had broken some dam. “M’not a good man.” 

You press your lips to his forehead, searing and a desperate attempt to soothe the man. “I think I’ll be the judge of that.”

“I’m yakuza, sweetheart. Doomed to follow my parents here.” he mutters, strained and voice more unsure than you’ve ever heard. And once he started, it was like Satoru just couldn’t stop, rambling into your skin, “I hate it here, and you should, too. All these fuckin-”

“So go with me instead.”

“What if-”

“Toru.‘ you cut off his words, slurring and spilling out of his mouth. Gently, you pry him away from his little haven, reeling back to take a good look at the face he’s been hiding for so long. Hair mussed, curtaining his whirling eyes - all disheveled and vulnerable where he was once so suave. 

Your eyes bore into his, unwavering. “It’ll be alright, Toru.”

And then he’s kissing you - and you’re kissing him. Only when his lips meet yours, soft, and so so sweet, do you realize that this is everything you ever want right now - possibly these past few weeks. “Y’can kill me if you don’ want his.” he mutters into your open mouth.  

It’s so desperate - a messy clash of teeth and saliva, Satoru was drinking you in like you were the last drop of water on Earth. He tasted so sweet, like candy almost, and the gentle caress of a lover. You were addicted like you could do this forever and ever and-

And then he’s pulling away. A disappointed little whine leaves you involuntarily as he parts, delicate strings of saliva snapping in the space between you two. Satoru’s mouth drops into a soft oh! at the noise, surging forward minutely like he was about to kiss you senseless again. Only to halt with a pained grunt, just a hair’s breadth from your lips. 

“M’sorry.” Claiming your lips once again, like a man possessed. Drinking in your breathless gasps. Like he never wanted to let go. “F-fuck, sweetheart. Y’don’t know how crazy you drive me.” he pants.

“Why did you pick me?” you blurt out, a question that had been nagging at the back of your mind every time Satoru slipped his hand in yours, introducing you as his loving wife. “Was it just the debt?”

He’s kissing your pulse now, canines hovering over the erratic little cadence. Breathing you in like you were intoxicating. “No.” he’s licking a long, languid stripe up your neck. Pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses down every inch of skin he could reach. 

“Then why?” your words come out in almost an embarrassing plea. But by the way his breath hitches, you know that Satoru loves it. 

“Because.” he breathes, “You treated me like a human.”

He’s capturing your lips with his again, nipping at your bottom lips. You squeal as he pulls, suddenly wanting him to tease you like this everywhere. To have him absolutely ruin you like you know he could - treat you like the wife he claimed you were. 

But Satoru wasn’t done yet - far from it. He chuckles, kissing down your neck, fumbling with the ties of your yukata, “Remember that night? You probably don’t, was rainin’ so hard I thought I’d drown out there.” Worshiping the valley between your breasts as he hastily unbuckles your bra. “That night was when the marriage proposals had come in. They said I’d either carry the legacy or be forced to leave the family. Kicked out of my own home.” 

And you’re reeling from both his words and the way Satoru was rocking his hips into yours now, something hot, and so achingly hard pressing in the damp area between your legs. “Thought I was gonna take ‘em all out that night.”

“Take them all out?” your breath hitches.

“Every. Single. One.” Fingers dancing across the hem of your panties. “Wouldn’t have felt bad about it either.” 

Satoru’s licking down your navel now, humming in confirmation into your skin. “But then…” he groans, taking in the first fucking sinful sight of your drenched panties. So flimsy and already dripping for him - and after just a few kisses, really? You were heaven on Earth. “But then along came you. So pretty and all worried f’me. The daughter of that diner owner I’d loaned money too.”

You watch, heart racing as Satoru swallows in awe. Darkened gaze locked on the way your slick beads out of your pussy, bare thighs trying to close - give yourself some semblance of dignity. But no- how could you? When Satoru’s holding them apart.

“And then I knew…” he’s sliding his index underneath your panties up and down, grazing your swollen folds. Pooling your sweet sweet juices on his fingertip before popping it into his mouth. Eyes fluttering shut at the taste, and you’ve never seen him look so blissful. “I just had to have you.”

Rip! 

The cold air brushes against you before you even know it - only when you feel Satoru’s hot breath against your dripping cunt does it hit - this bastard just ripped your panties off. And he was dangling it like a badge of honor, breathing in your juices so animalistically. 

Your lips wobble as he just admires your pussy, the way it glistens and clenches around nothing. “Hah- please.”

“Please what?” he grins, and you can feel him licking little circles around your inner thigh. So close. “The wife of a yakuza boss has gotta know how to use her words.”

“You’re awful.”

“And yet you married me.”

With such a cute lil’ whine that makes Satoru’s cock twitch so painfully, you buck your hips closer to his hot mouth. “Wan’ your mouth on me, to eat me out. Please, Toru.”

He lets out a shuddering breath, “There’s my girl.”

You gasp when he surges forward, burying his pretty face nose-deep in your pussy. Holding your breath as he lazily licks up your folds - long, sloppy movements of his tongue all the way from your base to your swollen clit. Swirling deftly around the sensitive nub. 

Drunk off your pussy with the way he’s so messy - seemingly unable to decide between sucking harshly on your poor, ravaged clit to dipping into your sloppy hole. And it’s driving you mad, keening and pulling at his soft locks. You haven’t been touched this good in ages, and Satoru was well and fully intent on ruining you. 

“Shhh, don’t worry, wifey.” words muffled into your cunt, “Your husband’s gonna take care of you.” He’s throwing your legs over his broad shoulders.

“Real good care of you.” Then he’s plunging knuckle-deep in your plushy pussy, the tips of his long fingers massaging your plushy walls. Messy enough that your slick is trailing down his wrist. Roaming for that one spot he knows will have you moaning deliciously. Pressing down, hard.  “Found it. Gonna have you screamin’ my name til’ the entire estate hears.”

You tug on his hair, urging Satoru’s mouth towards your cunt - partially because you wanted him there, partially because you really needed him to shut up right now. 

And shit how could he ever say no to his pretty wife?

Satoru is grinning, you can feel it on your throbbing clit as he wraps his pretty pink lips around it. Pumping his fingers in and out, hitting that little spot each and every time. Looking like he was absolutely in heaven as he rolls and swirls his tongue against your clit over and over and-

“Sh-shit. Toru-”

“Mmm, yes- fuck, love it when you call me that.” he groans. And oh he’s looking at you like he wants to devour you - eyes half-lidded, such a pretty blush disting his cheeks - and making out with your pussy just as much. Tilting his head back, back, back so that your juices slide down his throat. “Feels good? Ya like when m’ruining your pretty pussy?”

“Yes!” you squirm. Shaking, bucking your hips into his touch so desperately. “Wanted it s’bad.” 

He’s becoming frenzied now, drinking in your cute little whimpers like he was addicted. But it wasn’t enough - it never was and fuck Satoru wanted more more more-

“Move your hips, yeah- jus’ like that.” Satoru’s grunting and smacking his lips against your own. Letting you pull and angle him just as you please. 

“Gonna be the best fuckin’ husband you’ll ever have. N’ anyone that says otherwise, m’gonna fuckin’ kill.” The vibrations have your body jerking violently. “Make you cum harder than y’ever have. C’mon, say yes.”

And with that, he’s alternating between lapping at your clit and bullying his tongue through your swollen folds. Stretching you, thrusting in and out of your sloppy hole. Jaw grinding deeper into you as he eats you out like his last meal. “Ngh- fuck, yes yes yes-”

“Beg for it, beg for your husband.”

“Wanna cum- Ah! Please, wanna cum, Toru.”

One hand so messy toying with your dripping entrance - not having the patience or the sanity to even draw circles anymore. Just quick, hurried patterns to get you off. The other digging into your hips, so hard you were sure it’d leave marks for tomorrow. Making you drag your sloppy pussy senselessly all over his mouth. Using him. 

“Hngh- Toru! Ah- fuck fuck Toru Toru T-”  You’re shaking - crying out as you cum. A guttural, strangled moan of your husband’s name. So violent, and hard that you don’t even realize at first. Just that you’re rocking your hips into Satoru, white-hot pleasure behind your eyes, blood roaring in your ears.

And he doesn’t stop - not even once. If you were in any better state of mind you’d wonder whether it hurt - whether his fingers were cramping up, and his tongue was tired. If they were, he didn’t show, only letting you chase your high as roughly as you want. 

Greedily lapping up all your juices. Even when you’re blinking your vision back, chest heaving as you try to regain our breath. “S-Satoru.” you mewl, stars behind your eyes with each flick of his tongue. 

“Jus’ a bit more. Wanna taste all of you.”

You weren’t going to make it out alive.

Big, fat tears pricking at your eyes from the overstimulation as Satoru finally rises from what you almost worried would be his favorite seat. “All done. Now, keep that pretty lil’ cunt on display f’me, my girl.”

And your cunt is clenching in- fear? Anticipation? As your husband finally unties his yukata, letting it slide off those milky, toned shoulders. And shit he was such a fucking masterpiece. The dim-lighting bouncing off every curve and dip of those carved abs. Delicate swirls of his tattoo inching from his collarbone, down, down, down, hugging Satoru in a way that made you so half-lucidly jealous. All the way till the last inky thorn meets the neat tufts of white hair peeking up from the hem of his underwear. 

“Touch me.” he groans into your ear. The words barely leave those pretty lips before your hands are everywhere. Dancing down his tattoo, groping at this pecs - too much to worship, not enough time. 

“Toru…” you trail off, hand reaching out to brush his waistband. Tugging just enough that his throbbing cock springs out, hitting his sculpted abdomen. Red, and so so angry, fat tip weeping down his length, already so soaked in precum. He was so intimidatingly long - longer than anyone else you’d had before. Thick enough that you wondered whether you’d hurt yourself. 

And he sees right through you.

“Now now, none of that.” he tuts, pushing your bare thighs as far apart as they’d go. He spreads your cunt so shamefully with his thumb. Spitting once, twice. Some of it splatter against your thigh as Satoru mixes his saliva with your slick. “Don’t worry, wifey, m’gonna make it feel good for ya.”

You flinch as he uses you like some object. Dangerously liking it more and more as he drags his fat head down your folds. Wetting himself, all the preparation he was going to give you because fuck Satoru needed to be inside your pretty lil’ pussy right now. 

Then you feel like you’re being split apart - as if Satoru’s cock was pushing all the way to your lungs as he presses through the first ring of muscle.

“Ah! Ngh- Toru, s���too big!” you yelp, eyes locked on the way your lips were stretched so lewdly around his tip. Clamping and quivering as he keeps pushing in, inch by fucking inch. No mercy. Absolutely none at all. 

And while he sounded like he was on cloud nine, you were having your head spin, torn between wanting to run away from his massive cock and just push yourself down for more more more. His lips claim yours - absolutely animalistic because God he needed to shut up your pretty whines or else Satoru was going to cum right here right now.

“Breathe, sweetheart, breath. Ngh- You can take it.” Satoru pants into your mouth, fucking into you in mindless, shallow little thrusts just to fit inside your snug cunt. Sounding like he was losing his sanity each time your heavenly walls milked him. “So fuckin’ tight. Jus’ relax f’me. Oh yeah, jus’ like that. You can take it you can-”

You gasp for air when he finally bottoms out inside you, tears streaming down your face and clawing at his back. 

Satoru only coos, letting you mark him up all you want. Pace increasing relentlessly, “Aww, my good lil’ wife. Taking me so well, huh?” Starting to rock his hips just a bit faster into yours, “Always knew y’would.” 

“Can y’feel me, right-.” Balls smacking against your ass, his finger tracing an invisible line halfway down your tummy. “-here?” Thumb stroking where he could feel himself bulging inside you, pressing down. Hard. 

You almost sob at the pressure, jolting - you should’ve expected that the yakuza boss would fuck so mean.

And shit you can just do nothing but take it, hips jerking wildly as Satoru pounds into you with reckless abandon. Clutching at his shoulders, the sheets, his hair - just anything. 

“C’mon~ Don’t run away from me,” he grunts, strained like he’s struggling to maintain restraint. Lacing his fingers on top of your head to slide you impossibly deeper onto his cock. “Jus’ fuckin’ got you, so don’t you dare run away.”

You can only nod. Eyes glazed, cockdrunk and letting him thrust so sloppily. “Won’t run away Toru…” you babble, “Wan’ you to make me yours.”

“Mine? Gonna be all mine?”

“All yours, Toru.”

And maybe you were an idiot, maybe you were a mastermind - because with a choked out little moan of what sounded like your name, Satoru’s pulling you both to sit up. The gravity makes you bury his cock deeper and faster into your tight pussy.

With the new angle, your husband’s hitting all the right spots easily, almost as if he knew your body better than you did. Veins rubbing so deliciously against your walls, shifting around your hips to fuck up into that poor, abused spot. 

“Ya like this, huh?” he groans, fingers now toying with your ravaged clit. Rolling it around harshly between two fingers. “Always knew this cute pussy could take me s’well. Just didn’t know it would feel this fucking heavenly.”

Faster, sloppier. Bouncing you on his rock-hard cock  like he was claiming you from the inside. So, so desperate and debauched.

And exactly where you wanted to be. 

You leave delicate pink bites down this pale neck, alongside those roses - marking him in your own way as you edge closer and closer. It was too much. Everything was too much. 

“Toru-” you sob. And he already knew what that meant. With how your voice breaks so adorably and the way you’re clenching around him hard enough that it’s almost difficult to ruin that cute pussy. 

“Close?” 

“Mhm…”

“Well then.” thrusts getting sloppy, with no reason or rhythm now. Grip on your body tightening like a vice. “Cum f’me like a good lil’ wife, then.”

And that makes you throw your head back in ecstasy - it makes you cum. Thighs quivering, jolts of electricity running down all the way from your overstimulated cunt to your hazy mind. It has you chanting Satoru’s name like a lifeline while his teeth dig into your flesh. Hard enough that you distinctly wondered whether he was out for blood.

Letting out low, muffled moans into your neck while he cums as well. Hot ropes of seed filling up your poor, bloated pussy, painting your walls such a sinful white. Cumming and cumming so hard you wondered whether you’d make it out alive.

And because of the obscene position, you could feel the way it dribbled down your legs. Thick globs landing in a pool on the overpriced sheets below, smearing so lewdly between you two. Hips still fucking up into you - not even thinking about it as he pushes his seed deeper and deeper. 

You managed to raise your eyes, still dazed to meet his - exhausted, and dark with lust and something else that you really weren’t in the right mind to decipher right now. 

And then Satoru’s lips find yours again, biting and tugging lazily. Tasting so unfairly of candy and sweet, sweet trouble. Body melting into you like all the worries have been lifted from his shoulders. He’s looping his arms tighter around your waist, crushing you into an almost-painful hug against him. 

Something soft. Something new. Something that makes a little part of your heart twinge to break the kiss and pull away mere millimeters. “We better not divorce after this.”

“Of course not.” He chuckles into your lips, resting his forehead against yours like he was trying to map the constellations in your eyes. “I haven’t even given you my wedding gift yet.”

Smirking, you lock your legs tighter around Satoru’s toned waist as he lets the two of you fall back into the mattress. Sinking into it - and each other - with both exhaustion and something of a quiet, unspoken little fondness. Batting your lashes up at him, “Mhm, I remember someone talking about giving me four mercedes as a wedding gift and I’m leaving if not.”

“Well then, better get to it. Four for my in-laws to get on their good side, too,” he nuzzles the bite mark on your neck. “Because I plan to stay like this for a long, long time.”

A/N. Plagiarism not authorized.

#gojo x reader #gojo smut #gojo x you #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jjk x you #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru smut #gojo satoru x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x you #jjk #jjk fic #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #tonywrites

[camscendants]

My Spotify ~

#if you ever wanna know what I’ve been listening to it’s there #just go to the bottom of the ‘all my shit’ playlist #I store everything on that thing #like if you go to the bottom you’ll see I’ve been listening to heathers the musical and imagine dragons new album.. great music taste huh #and yeah I’ve got playlists for vk. Evie. Harriet. eviet. uh vibes. some short ones for other characters #like Harry has some songs #oh and some Evie au ones too. like if evie were evil #if she were raised by hades #I’ve got a playlist of songs I find relatable #a lot of unfinished ones too #🤷 #40 total #Spotify #music #disney descendants #descendants

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Treat You 7

Warnings: dark elements, noncon, violence, abuse, other dark elements. Proceed with caution. (Tall!reader)

Note:Please let me know what you think as it helps me a lot with ideas and I love interacting with you all.

Part of The Club AU

When Peter returns, he’s not alone. You stand, feeling gangly as you hunch, as he introduces his friend; Ned. You offer a tense smile and your name. He’s friendly, like Peter, but still a stranger.

“Yo, Pete,” Ned approaches the TV, “why are we not racing for the mushroom cup right now?”

“Ned,” Peter drones.

“He’s a sore loser,” Ned scoffs as he grabs two colourful shapes; one red, another blue. As he nears, he holds one out to you. The buttons on it suggest some sort of controller. “So, how about it, you ready to dethrone the champ?”

“Take it easy on her, Ned,” Peter slides a tray of crackers and cheese between the bowls of chips.

“I’m sure she’s not half as bad as you.”

“Um, I never…” you take the controller and rub your lips together, “I’ve never played… actually.”

“Ah, a noob, no worries then,” Ned plops down on the couch, “we’ll play easy.”

“Oh, uh, okay, I guess, but er…” you look around, “if Peter wants to play–”

“Actually, I need to listen for the door,” Peter counters.

“Right,” you turn back to the TV and sit. You thumb the stick and examine the buttons as the loud music erupts from the speakers.

“So this one you can steer, or you can tilt the controller,” Ned explains, and you press this button to go…”

You try to keep track but you’re not too sure. It seems pretty intuitive. You think.

A new screen comes up and there’s an array of characters to choose from. You choose the princess in the yellow dress over the dinosaur. You wait for the first track to load as your hands sweat around the controller.

The first lap has you veering and crashing but on the second you get a handle of it. It’s not as hard as it seems. Your usual clumsiness doesn’t translate to the digital. You come in fifth. Not as bad as it could be.

As you wait for the second race, voices carry from behind you. You turn as two girls and a guy enter. Ned peeks over, “hey.”

“Hi,” one of the girls chimes back as she approaches, “oh, you must be the one Peter mentioned. I’m Gwen,” she announces, “MJ,” she points over her shoulder, “and Harry.”

“Oh, okay,” you stand again, awkwardly swaying on your long legs, “do you wanna play?”

“We can wait,” she assures, “actually, we’re going to check out the snacks.”

“Right, uh, nice to meet you,” you murmur and sit back down.

Ned asks if you’re ready and you nod. He hits a button and a new race begins. You’re silent as you focus on staying on the road.

“I’m no good at parties either,” he says suddenly, “not that this is much of one. Peter’s not exactly the cool guy.”

“Right, er, it’s… just a lot of strangers.”

“Relax,” Ned says, “I’m gonna get you good. You’re gonna beat them all.”

You laugh, a bit less nervous as he keeps it light, “yeah, I… I’ll try.”

“Pizza,” Peter’s voice punctures the din.

“Finally,” Ned groans but keeps playing, “save me a slice of deluxe.”

The savoury, greasy scent permeates the room almost instantaneously. Your stomach roars but you focus on the screen. You bump another character out of the way as you squint. You’re almost done the last lap.

“Hey,” Ned says, “that was me.”

“Oh, sorry,” you utter as you cross the finish line.

“Woo, first place,” he nudges you lightly, “see, you’re a natural.” He stands as your stomach continues to gurgle, “I’ve trained you well, young padawan.”

“Um,” you furrow your brows.

“Right, not a Star Wars fan, noted,” he smirks, “anyways, I’m starving. How about we feed that dragon in your belly?”

You look down, embarrassed.

“I’m okay,” you say.

“There’s plenty to go around, better get it while it’s hot,” he insists and leaves the controller on the armrest.

You reach over to do the same but stay seated. Your stomach really hurts and your head is starting to pulse. You should eat but you just feel… out of place. Like you shouldn’t be here. You don’t belong and you don’t deserve to share all this nice food.

“Hey, you like cheese,” Peter sits beside you, “got double.”

He holds two plates, hovering one before you.

“Oh, you didn’t have to…”

“You can always switch up if you want pepperoni,” he holds the plate before your nose. You salivate. You can’t hold out any longer.

“Thanks,” you accept the plate, nearly shaking as dizziness swirls in your head.

“No problem,” he sets his plate in his lap and lifts the first slice.

You mirror him and take a small bite of the end. You chew slowly, trying not to betray how your stomach clenches violently. You could devour the slice in a single bite but you don’t want them to judge you. You continue with measured nibbles.

“If you don’t like pizza…”

“No, I do,” you assure him. “Thanks, it’s really good.”

“Well, next time, I’ll make sure to get your fave toppings. You like mushrooms? Oh, don’t tell me you’re an anchovies girl.”

“Oh, no, I haven’t… had that,” you shake your head as you pick at the crust.

“Or maybe you’re more into hamburgers? Oh, how about pasta? Sushi?”

“No, no, I like pizza,” you assure him.

“Well, you can help yourself, there’ll be lots of leftovers, I’m sure,” he stands up, his plate empty as you break the crust of your first in half, “you need more water?”

“No thanks,” you focus on your plate.

“Be right back,” he promises and shuffles away.

“So,” the girl named MJ comes around, chewing while she talks. You look up at her and put the crust down. “You and Peter, how long have you been together?”

“Pardon? Together? Oh, I only just met him a few weeks ago–”

“You two must be getting serious,” she says, “you’re a cute couple.”

“What?” Your heart hammers. “No, I–”

“You know,” Gwen approaches, “just like Peter to spring a girlfriend on us without warning.”

Your mouth opens and you blink dumbly. They think you and Peter are together?

“I’m not his girlfriend,” you say.

“Oh, ha, sorry, no labels,” MJ winks, “it’s only what he told us.”

“He said that?”

“To be honest, when we saw you, we didn’t believe him,” Gwen snickers.

You swallow and stand up. You don’t know what to say so you don’t say a word. You take your plate to the table and put it down. You grab a paper towel from the roll and wipe your fingers off as you head for the stairs. You’ve never been more embarrassed in your life. 

They couldn’t believe Peter would be with someone like you. They’re right to doubt that but it still stings. Just as always, you’re not good enough.

#peter parker #dark peter parker #dark!peter parker #peter parker x reader #drabble #au #the club #series #mcu #marvel #spider-man #avengers #treat you

[drivergemini]

i got a goth gf (and she’s hotter than hell) :: e.m.

summary: eddie munson is head over heels for the new girl. how could he not be when she was even more metal than him?

warnings: tooth rotting fluff, swears, goth kid bullying, non supernatural au

word count: 736

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eddie munson was a man of many many words. he would ramble on and on about how much he loved dungeons and dragons and how much he hated hawkins. he would never shut up.

that is until a figure strutted through the hawkins high school cafeteria. dressed in a skirt that was pulled up a little too high and a leather jacket over her black tank top. and her boots. jesus christ those black leather boots. they were higher than her kneecaps with an at least 5 inch heel. 

hellfire had never seen this man so quiet. his mouth just hung open in absolute awe as his eyes followed her heavily teased black hair.

“hellooooooo,” dustin snapped his fingers in front of eddie’s face. “earth to dipshit. hellooooooo?” eddie snapped out of his trance and looked at the younger boy. “eddie you look like a creep starring at that girl.”

“girl? what girl?” mike said turning his head looking for the source of eddie’s silence. he sees the girl sporting heavily black eyeliner and turns around with wide eyes. “wow eddie you sure know how to pick ‘em.”

he snapped his head towards the freshman boy. “shut up wheeler. what do you know about girls. that right there is an angel from heaven.”

“more like a demon from hell,” mike muttered under his breath. 

over the course of a week, she became eddie’s new fixation. he would scramble to lunch to spill the new information he found everyday.

“her name is y/n and she’s a transfer from connecticut.”

“she’s was in an all girl punk band called overgrown graveyard.”

“her parents own starcourt industries.”

this caught the lunch table’s attention. eddie raised an eyebrow and leaned back on his chair. each boy just looked at him with blank expressions. 

dustin was the first to speak. “no way in hell you’re going to get a girl like that. no matter how much it looks like KISS threw up on her.”

“oh yeah? watch me henderson.”

- 

it took another week for eddie to be able to find a perfect opportunity to talk to y/n. but when it came, it was perfect. 

he honestly thought he was hallucinating. he roamed through the halls of hawkins high before his hellfire meeting started. he could hear a familiar notes coming out of an electric guitar. he listened hard and followed the sound like a bloodhound. 

when he reached the band room, he could hear it much clearer. he peeked in through the classroom door window and saw y/n sitting on an amp playing twisted sister. he could hear her soft humming of ‘we’re not gonna take it’ between every riff break. 

this was his moment. this was his time. he knocked softy on the wooden door. her head shot up with a confused expression on her face. eddie saw this as a sign to open the door. “twisted sister right?” he scratched the back of his head.

“eddie munson right?” y/n shoots blankly back. he could see very clearly that she has two nose rings on each side and an eyebrow piercing on her left.

“uh yeah. you’re y/n. how did you- do you know who i am?” this was not how he imagined this going. 

“eddie munson. 20 year old senior. hellfire clubs founder. and hawkins high school’s outcast freak.” she paused for a moment. “oh and a certified stalker.”

eddie’s breathe caught in his throat. shit he was busted.

her straight face turned into a wide grin. she bursted with laughter at the sight of his eyes go wide. “i was joking! loosen up a little buddy.” 

he let out a huge sigh. “so you know i’ve been watching you?” hearing those words come out of his mouth made him realize that maybe he was a bit of a creep. 

“yes and if you were a slightly better stalker, you’d know i’ve been asking about you too.” her face was so calm and collected, eddie’s was hot and flushed. he felt like a warm tomato. 

he looked at the watch on his wrist. “oh shoot i have to go to my hellfire meeting. do you want to maybe- i don’t know- hang out tonight?” 

“sure let me give you my address. come over anytime.” y/n pulled out a notebook and ripped out a page. she scribbled down her address and eddie gentely grabbed it from her hands. as he ran towards the drama room, he looked down at the paper. after her address was a tiny little scribble of a heart.

-

he has never wanted to leave a meeting more than he did that day. he sprinted to his van, double checking to see if he still had the piece of paper in his pocket. 

as he approached your front door, he started to pause. maybe he should’ve bought you flowers or maybe took you out to dinner. too late now he was already involuntarily knocking. he waited about 30 seconds before the front door swung open. “hi i’m looking for y/n?” the girl in front of him furrowed her eyebrows. eddie studdied her face for a few seconds. “oh shit y/n.” 

“i don’t know whether to be offended or not,” she laughed a little and gestured him inside. “you caught me as i was cleaning my face so i don’t blame you.” he noticed the smudged out left over mascara under her eyes and the lack of face piercings. “wait here in the living room and i’ll be right back.”

eddie looked around her living room in amazement. it was themed all white and had a crystal chandelier overhead illuminating the room. 

“how long have you been starring at the ceiling for?” eddie turns his head and sees y/n standing at the bottom of the stairs. her face completely bare but her piercings back in. all eddie could focus on was her aerosmith shirt. 

“your house is massive.” y/n plopped herself down on the couch and motioned eddie to sit with her. he tried his best to not sit too close to her.

“so i heard you’re also in a band?” eddie’s ears perked up slightly. “i was too back in connecticut. i played electric guitar.”

“so do i! my band is called corroded coffin. you should come to one of our shows sometime.” eddie could feel his body untense, this was nice. “i heard you play a little earlier, you’re pretty amazing.”

she shot up and made a motion indicating him to wait. she got up and picked up a beautiful, all black electric guitar from the corner. she plugged it into an amp and turned it on. “could you play for me? it’s only fair because you heard me play earlier.”

eddie’s eyes grow wide, which is something that he did often now. “i- i mean i guess why not?” he grabbed the guitar that he was handed. a little smaller than he was used to but not an issue. as he started playing he felt the beautiful vibration of the strings under his fingers. he looked up and abruptly stopped. y/n sat starring at him with her mouth hung open. 

“why did you stop?” she questioned with a confused look on her face.

“you’re just so...” was he going for is? this was really now or never. he was leaning towards never. “beautiful.” oh wow i guess he chose now. y/n could feel her face start to get warm. 

“i think you’re beautiful eddie munson.” y/n let out a laugh to relieve the tension.

“let me take you on a date. a real date. i know this great 24 hour diner, we can go now if you’d be down.” he was feeling very bold tonight.

their night ended up in a diner sharing the same side of the booth. sharing a milkshake. and maybe sharing a couple of kisses but that’s for them to tell.

-

eddie was the first at lunch the next day. he waited for the rest of the group to trickle in as he sat with his feet propped up. 

“you look like you have something to say?” lucas questioned looking around at his peers. the rest of the boys nodded their heads in agreement.

“well gentlemen.” eddie stood up and raised his hands in the air before slamming them down. “i got a goth girlfriend. and she’s hotter than hell.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #stranger things 4 #stranger things fic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson just needed a goth girlfriend #eddie munson oneshot #stranger things one shot

[starlightkun]

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[sl33py-day]

SAGAU Yet They messed up the gender

What I mean by that is everyone, the archons the people even the traveler themselves, thought the creator was a girl, a female. But the creator is a boy, they got it wrong.

In this idea you are teleported into genshin and you didn’t think much of it. To find out what AU you are in you decided the most stupid but ok-ish idea. You cut yourself to see if your blood is gold or not. Well lo and behold it’s fucking gold like the sun.

Not really wanting to handle the responsibilities of the creator, and because you just don’t want to talk to people. You decided that you’re just gonna get a job and make sure you don’t get hurt! What’s so bad about that?

It’s bad once you realize the only thing you’re good at and enjoy is cooking. People like your cooking in your world and maybe they will in genshin. So you opened a restaurant in Liyue and as soon as one person ate your food people would come and eat your food.

As time went on the traveler and paimon arrived in Liyue to help with the archon situation. It was funny to say the least. You were working at the restaurant when the rite of dissension happened. People were buying your Chocolate Italian soda that people seemingly love when the dragon fell from the sky. Everyone gasped In shock while you whispered a small “Oh shit.” Watching from where you are, you saw Aether run away and pass by your restaurant.

“Welp, we all know how this ends. Childe is gonna be a child and have a messy tantrum.” You muttered while wiping the tables, people just looked at you weird but didn’t question anything. Rumors started about how they are keeping the archon or whatever you didn’t pay attention when people gossiped in your workplace.

After a long day of many many random Karen’s and people flirting cause they’re lonely you closed the shop. Walking home you passed Zhongli without noticing him but he noticed you. His amber eyes closed a bit as he followed your figure pass by him.

Once again after the whole archon thing happened and many visits from Aether and paimon, who you became friends with. People started to go back to normal meaning that work is gonna get even busier. Aether still made time to come and see how you’re doing and Zhongli started to come by with Childe making him pay for his food.

Today work was a bit slow and Aether was here so you decided to just talk to him for the time being. You both talked about different things from favorite food to if a cat and a frog can be friends. The two of you had a small friendly fight over it that almost ended with you throwing a chair at Aether.

“Uh, M/n have you heard about the news?” Paimon spoke up when she saw the h/c male reach for the chair. Aether thanked paimon for saving his life for a moment before seeing M/n smile that is almost saying ‘I will throw the chair at you but not right now’.

“No? What’s the news?” The floating girl gasped in shock when he responded. “Paimon can’t believe that you haven’t heard! Her grace is gonna arrive to Teyvat tomorrow! There’s gonna be a HUGGEEE celebration!” She threw her arms high in the sky towards the end of her sentence as her and Aether did not noticed M/n freeze for a minute. But after awhile he just chuckled nervously when it got to quiet.

“I can’t wait for that to happen…!” His voice sounded a little fake but what is he supposed to say? “I’m sorry, you got the gender wrong and I’ve been here for years now!” He just started to actually enjoy his life! Hell he’s even dating a guy named Akashi! You continued to sulk in you mind once Aether and Paimon left.

It’s the middle of the next day and people were waiting for ‘her’ holiness to arrive. Some people got food and drinks others got presents to give to the creator. You noticed that a small flash of red ran passed you with a blond haired male following after as panic flashed across his face.

“Excuse me sir, have you by chance seen a small blonde and red eyed girl pass by?” He asked and you nodded pointing to the direction Klee went. He thank you with a smile before running off. Sounds of people whispering where heard and yells of angered men was thrown here and there. Ah, they realized that the Creator isn’t gonna come. Welp that’s sad.

“Hey love, do you think her holiness is actually gonna come?” Your boyfriend Akashi walked up to where you were with a smile. His black hair was curly and his red eyes looked like pools of blood or roses you like both. Smiling back to him before shrugging your shoulders.

“I don’t know ‘kashi, maybe they got something wrong?” Your e/c held some sort of mischief in them as you looked at Akashi. The red eyed male only looked at you with a curious gaze before laughing softly. He loved that you were mischievous at times and kind at others. He sat next to you as you leaned against him.

“Like the date?“ Akashi asked as he watched people start to freak out while the Archons tried to calm them down. Humming in agreement before sighing. “I gotta get going home. I’m tired from the days work.” Akashi offered to walk you home but you gently said no. Well gently shouldn’t be the right word…..you did try and throw a chair at him when he asked again.

Walking through the crowed of people not noticing someone pull out a small knife. You walked by that person and got cut deep enough that gold blood began to drip out slowly. You didn’t realize as quickly as everyone else because people started to gasp.

“The creator!”

“She’s actually here!”

“Wait….That’s not a girl. The creator is a boy!”

People began to yell out that they found the creator and how the Archons were wrong about the gender. Venti was the first archon to get to you, his eyes widen in shock before his face was covered in red.

“Your grace! We are so very sorry for getting your gender wrong! How should we ever repay such a price!” He said as he knelt down with the other archons and everyone near by following after him. You only looked at them then where Akashi was sitting. He looked shocked yet happy, he was dating the creator for Celestia sake!

“You don’t have to do anything…..uh. I’ve been here for a few years anyways.” Once you said that the archons gasped in shock then immediately felt guilty for not noticing that the all might creator was and has been here for years without them knowing.

Zhongli or the geo archon spoke up after minutes of silence. “If anyone has been rude to you the past few months or years we can get rid of them for you.” He said that with such truth that it makes you scared that even if you say no he will look to see if anyone was mean to you. Calmly, or nervously, you said that it was fine and no one has been mean to the point of killing.

Venti started to hug you out of nowhere and began to get all touchy. For example he was rubbing his face against your arm. He or anyone else who didn’t know you before you were found out didn’t know you were dating someone. Aether knew and was jealous even before this whole event happened, but know he was extremely jealous and outraged. He should’ve killed that guy long ago!

“Uh, Barbato’s,” Venti’s face was even more red after hearing you say his archon name. “Can-Can you get off me? I’m dating someone and this feels like I’m cheating…” it seemed like everyone froze the once happy look in Ventis eyes went away and was replaced with a darken look. He looked up at you before asking who’s dating you.

“Hey Love! Didn’t know this would happen!” Akashi walked through the crowd as people made a path for him. Red eyes met blue ones both looked at the others with a burning hatred. Oh and Akashi is taller than Venti, he’s about 6’1.

It seems like the archons and all the devotes hated the guy and the same could go for Akashi. I mean, Akashi didn’t even know that you were the creator and still loved you. While everyone else was only gonna love you because you’re the creator.

#Yandere genshin #Yandere SAGAU #Make reader #Yandere genshin impact #Yandere x male #Yandere venti #yandere zhongli #yandere oc #Yandere genshin x male reader

[writingforatwistedworld]

Ooh, requests are open? I love your self aware au! Can I request Lilia and Malleus where the player is very reckless? Like they take a bunch of risks or fight overblots without realizing they could get hurt?

Self-aware au

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, stalking, violence, blood, murder, obsession, religion, possessiveness, kidnapping, imprisonment

Malleus Draconia/Lilia Vanrouge-Player who is very reckless

Eternal grace to the Overseer, the one who watched over them all...

And the one who apparently always got into trouble

Can you even imagine how many times he almost had a heart attack when you were in a risky situation?

And why the heck does it have to be Overblots??! Can't it be just, I don't know, ordinary students

The first time you threw yourself into trouble without a second thought he had hoped that just the situation had pushed you to this

The second time he was starting to realize that this was just you

And the third time he had fully accepted that and tried to protect you from yourself

But he can't just let his good be hurt

Oh no, he has to do something about that

So being the good little follower that he is he limits your social circle to himself and his trusty friends, the toothpick master and his students

But as we know, Malleus is despite looking and behaving in the canon like he couldn't hurt a fly a pretty dangerous individual

So what does he do to keep things away from you that could hurt you

Roses are red, violets are blue, they could hurt you, so I made them disappear and never appear again by making their souls fall into an endless pit of darkness and oh maybe I have also done something to their families... did you like that little thing he wrote for you?

But he is our dear follower who just cares about you so what could be the worst he could do... no way to thing above is something he would do... haha... ha...

Now, take his hand and he shall make sure that nothing could ever happen to you

Don't worry why you feel sometimes like things aren't real. It's just his way of protecting you. Oh? The other students seem kind of lifeless? Like I said, he takes care of your safety. In a tower. With roses. With a dragon sitting on it and you dreaming a sweet dream of your normal day overand over again.

Uh... how to start...

The thing is, Lilia would probably thinks that the chaos that you also cause by acting like this is wanted and not just a byproduct

And since he is already a good-meaning menace and master of very sharp and long toothpicks you might imagine that things could be... chaotic

But when you get hurt in the process of all of this?

Phew well... good riddance to the person who is the cause of that injury

My man over here plays no games

New paint for Heartslabyul is all I'm saying. It smells metallic? Nah. That's just in your head-Lilia to the entire dorm

He will also make sure that at least two people are watching you

He and Silver like to sit on that while in the ceiling when you are sitting in the living room

It's a great father-son bonding time, ok?

But no nononono, this isn't all

I also would advise not to drink any liquid, even water, that he gives you

He might have put one or two drops in it that make you a bit drowsy, just to make sure that you do nothing too serious

Now let's stay calm, no need to panic, you just need to keep your distance... why is your stuff being moved to Diasomnia?

He will be around you twenty-two hours a day, two hours to make sure that everybody has something to eat

Well... you will probably live a most comfortable life... if you don't mind never leaving your room and only interacting with his family

It's a great Overseer-Diasomnia bonding time

#yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twst x reader #self aware au #twst #self aware twst #twst x reader #twst lilia #twst malleus #malleus x reader #yandere malleus x reader #yandere malleus draconia #yandere malleus #twisted wonderland malleus #lilia x reader #yandere lilia #yandere lilia x reader #yandere lilia vanrouge #lilia vanrouge #malleus draconia #tw: yandere #tw: stalking #tw: violence #tw: blood #tw: murder #tw: obsession #tw: religion #tw: possessiveness #tw: kidnapping

[raynavan]

it is finally here!! the winners of the @ultimate-submas-tournament first round!! this is. verrry long as I have a bit of (lighthearted!!) commentary on the winners. said commentary is not meant to be offensive, but i just poke fun at the Au's in the running. of course- i highly suggest checking some of them out! all the polls (and therefore the au's in that poll) are linked in the first word of the message beow it. and with that, doodles under the cut.

the Ingo Bracket!

behold the subway boss Ingo! taking down statues! ah... but aren't gargoyles supposed to ward off evil spirits..?

eh, im sure it fine! nothing quite like an never ending cycle ammirite?

dad instincts activated. it was super effective (thank goodness another ghost was there, its pretty hard to punch them) ((though ah... perhaps a bad idea to beat up your dead self..?))

The Actual hero of courage!! purging the land of all poison! even his alternate's poison!!

man actively bleeding out beats up fox man, more at 11.

T-posing (the "T" stands for table) ((joke was made by @/thesilverinfinity thank you!!))

fire beats electricity!! villains for the win!!!

a... fae. a fairy type. destroyed by a... prince that commands (used to command) a dragon... perhaps there is a reason fae Ingo hides in the human world...

who was going to tell him that LTOT ingo isn't even a pokemon technically

bro respawn already you leaks are leaking everywhere- at least the Woodsman can continue his never ending task of gathering oil!

oh right... kid kinda... had the favor of a few gods... good luck ingo!

oh uh... i suppose even lord zoroark isn't immune to pets... (hope warden Akari doesn't find out-)

ooh... probably should have checked you type advantages buddy... at least wormgo knows we all love him even if he's a worm <3

The Emmet Bracket!

the power of sweaters

one might be the eye avatar after looking for answers, the true detective turned out on top!

tfw your just a train conductor in the far past with trauma (and brain trauma) and you get beaten up by another you that is friends with a god.

GET 'EM WITH THE LASER EYES (that you definitely have) (hope grovyle doesn't find you)

beach vacation in the past beats present Unova any day. (unless the Pelipper are looking for a snack)

jellyfish stings!! not even Gift's wonderful cosplay of his bother as enough to avoid the beast's wrath... no respect for cosplayers these days...

even though normally Ingo is the one to deal with unruly passengers, it easy to forget that robot Emmet has tasers for hands... o7 host emmet.

mans under the effects of CST (Chad stasis Twin effect) he is currently unbeatable.

wow the plushy has some power! uh... what do you have there Emmie..? why are you... looking at me like that...

air tight suites will not protect you from toons. take note. (though im sure he'd be pretty helpful with those hoards of monsters!)

congratulations! don't worry about the blurry Emmet, im sure he wasn't protecting anyone or anything, haha!

good job Emmet! you beat someone in a hospital bed! /lh

that's the last of it (no i am Not doing bracket 13 i Cannot draw them all differently hgeirpohgnolp) wonderful job everyone! i definitely heard of some new Au's that i have greatly enjoyed! im verrry excited to see where this competition continues!

bravo to everyone moving on to the next round, and for all those who didn't, thank you for sharing your Aus!! here's to another fun round, and also to the amazing aus and stories everyone here has created!!

SUPER BRAVO!!

#submas #submas au #ingo #emmet #i did it #ray's art #i think everyone (including me) kinda forgot this tag but #ultimate Submas tournament art #warning this is a long post

[howlingday]

Mentor au) ya know when you look at it the entire cast is way stronger and better off than cannon but the two who won out the most are jaune and yang. Jaune gets adaptive learning from his dragon warrior training which allows him to infinitely grow his skills. Meanwhile yang learns absolute violence from the orkz fightiness letting her infinitely ramp up in her ability to inflict violence in new or more effective ways. Wonder how initiation goes now?

The air on the cliffside of the Emerald Forest was particularly cold this morning. Last night at Beacon was unsurprisingly eventful, when considering all of the new initiates showing up. Staring down at the metal plates under their feet, all of which was surrounded by a thick ring of salt, some couldn't help but be reminded of last night's bland "easy-meal" made in preparation for the vast collection of students arriving.

"Ugh..." Groaned the slightly bigger than average student at Beacon. "I could really go for some good food right now."

"Hey, think of it like this," Po said, rubbing Jaune's shoulders, "when we get done, we can have as much food as we want!" The thought made Jaune drool a bit from his goofy, smiling face.

"Ugh, how vulgar." Weiss sneered.

"Ignore him, Weiss." Alucard said, not looking anywhere beyond the horizon. "Your task lies ahead. Focus upon it and nothing else." Weiss did as she was instructed and focused on the horizon as well, running through her list of spells.

"This is gonna be so much fun, huh, Rein? Ren? Zaki?" Nora asked, practically bouncing on her feet.

"Patience, kleine." Reinhardt shushed, patting her armored backside. "There will be enough time for excitement later!"

"Mm." Ren nodded, hand on his longblade. Still, there was something off about Nora and Reinhardt right now.

"Something stinks." Zaraki growled from behind Ren. "And it's something to do with that salt, I bet."

"Are you nervous?" Kratos asked Pyrrha, who was breathing deeply.

"Should I not be?" She asked, opening her eyes to the forest ahead. She cut off her teacher before he could continue. "But I won't let it distract me." He nodded in reply.

"Oh, yeah~!" Yang smashed her huge gauntlets together with an even huger grin. "Time to get down there and show 'em what we're made of~!"

"You won't get the chance." Blake said, pulling her hood further over her head.

"Huh?" Ghazghkull rumbled. "Wass thah 'umie talkin' 'bout?"

"Don't expose yourself too soon, Blake." Ezio warned.

"Um, Professor, Headmaster, sir?" Ruby raised her hand. "What exactly is this initiation?" And though she didn't voice it, she was also concerned by the lack of her mentor standing beside her.

"We will be testing your survival skills in the Emerald Forest." Professor Ozpin answered. "Within this forest lies not only Grimm, but also a set of relics in the temple. You are to retrieve the relics and bring them to the rendezvous point as soon as possible. The exam ends once the sun has set. The purpose of this exam is also to determine who your partners will be until your graduation from Beacon. That is, if you survive."

"You cannot hear me, Little Rose," Death said, standing beside Ozpin, "But know that I wish you the best of luck."

"So, uh, will there be food on the flight there?" Jaune asked, instinctively rubbing his belly.

"There will be no flight." Metal suddenly ground as a student was sent into the air. "Not by bullhead, that is."

"Okay," Jaune gulped, "And, uh, is there some kind of device that will catch us before we fall?"

"No. You will be falling." More students shouted as more catapults launched.

"Uh-huh," Jaune felt a cold sweat run down his back, "and, uh, w-where exactly are our parachutes?"

"There are no parachutes. You will be coming up with your own landing strategy." All the catapults had launched except for Jaune's.

"There's a landing strategy?!" Po shouted in dismay. "What's a landing strategy?!"

"Uh, okay, okay. So, uh, sir, what exactly is a landing strate GEEEEEEEEE!"

"Best of luck to you," Ozpin smiled, "my new students."

#rwby #ruby rose #weiss schnee #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #jaune arc #pyrrha nikos #nora valkyrie #lie ren #rwby au #summon mentor au #ozpin #po #kung fu panda #warhammer 40k #ghazghkull mag uruk thraka #zaraki kenpachi #bleach #ezio auditore da firenze #assassin's creed #alucard #castlevania #reinhardt wilhelm #overwatch #kratos #god of war #death

[aphrodisiac-siren]

Slytherin Aemond x Reader ~Hogwarts AU

Part 3

You instinctively scoffed when you felt his presence next to yours at the table in the dining hall.

Aemond rarely ever sat next to you but given the events of the previous night, he decided to pick a spot at your left, awkwardly looking toward you as you read the notes for today's quiz.

"Are you feeling any better?" he stiffly asked, his amber wood cologne toning down the smell of whiskey and smoke that lingered around him.

"Yes, I'm fine" you irritatedly said, aggressively flipping through the pages of your notebook. You weren’t particularly upset at him, you were just mad you managed to get drunk one night before a test.

"Oh don’t mind her" Alys casually stated as she cut herself a slice of toast in half, noticing the confusion on Aemond's face "she's been like this all morning with everyone"

"Shh" you sharply hissed, causing your best friend Alys to giggle. She found it adorable how seriously you took these small tests that absolutely did not count nor contribute to your grade.

Aemond pressed his lips into a line, nodding at Alys' statement before he reached out to grab himself a cup of tea. From your hostile disposition, which wasn’t uncommon from you before any test though this was the first time he had approached you when you were in one of those moods, he had concluded that you had absolutely no memory of the previously night.

Wrong. He was so wrong. You remembered all of it.

How could you be stupid enough to chug an entire bottle of dragon barrel brandy? And then furthermore, proceed to let it slip to Aemond that you found him attractive.

There was another thing that you seem to have a hazy memory of, something that barely even felt like it had happened.

Aemond had called you beautiful.

You knew it wasn’t impossible for Aemond to fancy someone but you did know that much that it would never be you. How could he like someone to who he barely ever spoke? And judging by his cold and mysterious nature, it was very uncharacteristic of him to blatantly state that he found someone, or in this case you, beautiful.

Alcohol was a nuisance.

As soon as breakfast was done with, you and Alys headed off to potions class. The quiz went better than expected and even though Aemond had offered to let you copy off his sheet since you didn’t get to study much after the party, you managed to write the entire paper without copying a single word off his test.

You knew that even if you weren’t prepared, you wouldn’t copy off of his sheet. You wouldn’t let him feel that level of superiority.

By the time you turned in your paper, the other's had left.

"Ah, finally done I see" professor Slughorn smiled as he took the long sheet of parchment from you "oh and uh, would you mind giving Mr Targaryen his textbook back? I borrowed it earlier at the beginning of class and seemed to have forgiven to return it to him when he was on his way out"

"He'll be at quidditch practice now sir" you told, knowing well the schedule of when the grounds were occupied by your house's team "can't one of his mates give it to him?"

"Yes go on and call on one of his mates, oh wait- you can’t now, can you?" he chuckled as he reminded you playfully that you were the only one left in the class "you needn’t have to give to him right this instant. You are from the same house, just meet him in the common room"

You sighed, taking the book from him and putting it into your bag. You didn’t have any more classes for another hour and a half so you decided to go back and read in the common room. Alys had taken herbology so she, unlike you, did not have a free period. By the time you'd reached the stairway to the Slytherin common room, you remembered that the password had changed as it did every few weeks and you hadn’t bothered to take a look at the new password that was pinned on the little board by the dorm rooms. You would’ve asked someone but oddly enough to your inconvenience there was no one by that stairway.

Huffing in annoyance, you decided to make better use of your time and headed for the grounds to return to Aemond his textbook.

The walk wasn’t too long and you were at the boys' practice in no time. You expected for them to be up in the air, brainstorming defence strategies but all you could see them do was run around the field, dodging a bludger that they'd let loose. They were acting like children, laughing and running about shirtless and they all looked up to keep an eye out for the jinxed sports ball.

"Oi- watch it!"

Aemond harshly pulled you toward him, seconds before the bludger slammed into the ground right where you were stood moments ago.

"Thought you lot would be practising" you raised a brow, clearly judging them "perhaps your last victory has made you a little too confident"

"Confidence is good" Aemond said almost in an instant.

"Fine line between confidence and over-confidence, Aems" you grinned "confidence is when you've practised hard enough to know you'll win the next match. Overconfidence is believing you look good enough to be walking around without a shirt on"

Aemond chuckled at your statement. He knew the latter part of your reply held no truth. The boy was well aware of his good physique; his toned abs and slightly buff arms would leave many girls drooling at the sight if they were permitted to watch practice.

"Confidence is when I know you like what you see" he matched your grin "overconfidence is you thinking you could just waltz into our practice when you know you aren’t allowed here"

"You call this practical?" you eyed one of the boys in the distance who tried to grab ahold of the bludger but instead missed and ran straight into another one of his teammates, sending them both to the ground.

"Did you come here to critique us or is there another reason behind your visit?" Aemond asked; as captain, he most certainly did not like you commenting on his team.

You reached into your bag and pulled out his book, shoving it to his chest as you briefly mentioned that professor Slughorn had asked you to give it to him.

"And for the record" you added as you were zipping your bag shut "I most certainly do not like what I see"

"Odd" Aemond pretended to be lost in thought "that's not what you told me last night"

You could feel the heat rise to your cheeks and you couldn’t tell if it was embarrassment or irritation. Aemond grinned at you.

"From what I recall, you too had something to say about me" you immediately blurted out, knowing full well that it most likely was something that never even happened.

"So you aren’t flat out denying that you did state something last night that hinted that you-"

"No" you quickly shut him up but the silence only lasted for a few seconds.

"Allow me to coach you on what confidence and cowardice is," he said, taking your little English lesson a little further, softening his voice so that the others might not hear him "cowardice is you refusing to admit you find me attractive meanwhile confidence, is me not hesitating to remind you that I do in fact think you are beautiful"

Aemond didn’t know what had possessed him to repeat his statement from last night; the very same statement that he was hopeful you'd forgotten.

It was unlike him to compliment someone with such boldness, especially since neither of you were really close.

Perhaps it was the jealousy he'd locked away years ago, back when his older cousin Draco Malfoy was still attending Hogwarts.

He remembered seeing you the first day he'd boarded the train, at the age of eleven. He was a shy little fellow at the time, not as good with words as he was now.

That was the very first time he'd seen you, wandering about the train hoping to find someplace for you to sit for the entirety of the train ride to Hogwarts.

He'd found you pretty, that much he could recall clearly. He was hoping you would ask him if you could join him, hoping that you were just as sweet at you seemed. Hoping to make a new friend.

Instead, you went and sat along with some of the second years who had sweetly offered for you join them.

That was the first time Aemond felt his heart drop with disappointment.

After you had been sorted into the same house as him, Aemond had felt a tinge of hope; maybe now he would have a chance of befriending you.

Y/N, he thought to himself, her name suites her. He hadn’t been able to talk to you to even ask your name. It was only when your name was announced during the sorting hat ceremony did he find out what you were called.

He waited patiently as you happily hopped off the little stool, making your way to the Slytherin table. He even scooted a bit to the side to make the space next to him much more evident. Instead, when you had reached the table, you went and sat next to some of the older children.

Why didn’t you want to sit beside him when there was a perfectly empty spot available? Was it because of his silly eye patch? Did you find him too ugly to have as your friend?

That was the second time Aemond felt his heart drop with disappointment.

In his fourth year, his cousin Draco managed to get a lot closer to you. It was no secret within the house that Draco Malfoy had taken a liking toward Y/N. What annoyed him, even more, was that Draco knew of Aemond's slight fancy for you but still proceeded to try his own luck with you anyway.

Aemond remembered, clear as day, when Slytherin had won a quidditch match against Hufflepuff and Draco immediately left to find you after the game while the rest of the team hit the showers. Once Aemond had changed into a clean set of clothes, he walked out of the locker room only to find you and Draco kissing at the other end of the long corridor.

That was the third time Aemond felt his heart drop with disappointment.

He remembered the battle of Hogwarts that took place when the both of you were in your fifth year.

You and Draco had broken up, no one knew why but it was rumoured that it was because you found out that he'd joined the death eaters.

Aemond fought in close proximity with you that entire time, his eye never letting you out of his vision. He remembered how at one point Draco was asked to pick between Hogwarts or the dark lord; how his father and mother pressured him into joining them. How shattered you looked when you saw Draco leave your side to stand by them.

I'm still here, Aemond thought as he looked at you from the corner of his eye, I've been here the entire time, If only you bothered to look at me.

But no, it was clear that your heart was still beating for Draco despite him leaving you all to join the dark lord, granted that it was imposed upon him to do so. You still wanted Draco and not Aemond.

That was the fourth time Aemond felt his heart drop with disappointment.

By the time Aemond entered into his sixth year, he'd gone though a big change. His hair was a bit outgrown, his height increased and his voice a bit deeper and huskier. His shoulders were broad and because of the extensive practice, his skills at quidditch too had improved- making him the captain. All of a sudden girls were swooning for him, sending him letters or other gifts of admiration

The attention was a bit overwhelming at first but despite his spike in popularity among the girls, it did not spark any interest from you. You barely even spoke to him unless it was while you both studied in the library or a bit of small talk on your way to class.

Even when you attended parties, you never really spoke much to him. You were at last his friend, ever since you both were paired together to wok on an assignment but beyond that, there was no room for anything else to grow. By the looks of it, you seemed to want nothing more from him other than him just simply being your classmate.

That was the fifth time Aemond felt his heart drop with disappointment.

Now it was his last year at Hogwarts and suddenly, he began to dread the idea of finishing school without ever securing a chance with you. Perhaps that was what made him blurt out that he found you beautiful.

Perhaps

Perhaps not

But either way, he knew he wasn’t going to graduate without even trying his luck with you.

#aemond targaryen #aemond smut #ewan mitchell #ewan nation #hotd #house of the dragon #hotd fanfic #hotd aemond #aemond x y/n #aemond x reader #harry potter #slytherin #hogwarts

[simonsapelsin]

Dungeons & Dragons AU. Friends to lovers.

Ayub is the dungeon master, Simon is a bard, and Rosh is a barbarian. Sara was a druid, but she doesn't want to play anymore. Simon says the game is way more fun with four people, so his schoolmate Wille agrees to join their campaign, taking the bus to Bjärstad on Saturdays.

Wille plays a paladin, and he has no idea what he's doing. But he discovers that it's surprisingly a lot of fun to escape into a fantasy world for awhile, and he gets really into it.

But wait...is it Wille's imagination, or is Simon flirting with him? No. No way, obviously that's just his character. He does have 15 points in charisma after all.

One day after a brutal battle with some orcs, the party travels to a village to rest and stock up on supplies.

"You enter the inn and speak to the innkeeper," Ayub narrates. "She says you're in luck, there is one room available. You follow her upstairs. She brings you to a modest room, with a bed, a wooden chest of drawers, and a small window."

"One bed?" asks Wilhelm.

"Yup."

"How big is the bed?" asks Simon.

"It's small. Like, a bit smaller than your bed," says Ayub. Wille looks down at Simon's bed. They're sitting on opposite ends of it, and Ayub and Rosh are in chairs. They're sitting around a small table covered with character sheets, dice, and bowls of snacks.

"I don't need a bed. I'm gonna go check out the tavern, I'll see you guys in the morning," Rosh says, and goes to the kitchen for more sodas.

"I can sleep on the floor," offers Wilhelm.

"Don't be ridiculous. There's room for both of us," Simon insists.

"Oh-okay. I, uh, lie down on the bed," says Wilhelm.

"You're gonna keep your bloody clothes on? We just slaughtered twenty orcs, we're like drenched in blood, right, Ayub?"

"Yeah, I guess you would be."

"Okay, so. We don't have any extra clothes... Should we find a shop to buy new ones, or...?"

"Wille, no, we can't risk that. You only have two hit points, what if we get attacked in town? We need to rest now. Just take off your clothes and get in bed with me."

Wille gulps. "Okay." He makes brief eye contact with Simon and then quickly looks away. He looks at Ayub, who's smirking. "I take off my armor and uh, everything else I'm wearing, and I uh, lie down. On the bed." He looks hesitantly at Simon, whose expression has definitely changed. His eyes are trailing over Wille's body and he looks kinda...seductive? He's just getting into character.

Simon meets Wille's eyes again. "I slowly remove my--"

"I'm gonna go check on Rosh, she's been in the kitchen for a while," Ayub suddenly blurts out while rising to his feet.

When Ayub is gone, Simon scoots closer to Wille on the bed. "I slowly remove my armor...my boots...my cloak...my shirt...my pants...and I lie down next to you." He actually lies down. He's really good at roleplaying. Wille takes his cue and lies down too. They're facing each other.

"Wille?"

"Yeah?" Why is Simon staring at his lips?

"Can I kiss you?"

"Uhh...Shouldn't we wait for Ayub to come back? Like he's the DM, I don't want him to miss anything. Do you have to roll to see if your character can kiss mine, or...?"

"Wille," Simon closes his eyes and shakes his head. "I'm not playing anymore. I'm asking you. Not my character. Do you get it?"

Oh.

Oh.

#dnd #young royals #yr fanfic #this was supposed to be one paragraph #had to do the ohs because I've never done that before #yr ficlet #idiot wille #gamer dork simon #there was only one bed

[fanficimagery]

The Athlete and the Freak

Just because you love the game doesn't mean you give a flying fuck for the other so-called athletes who expect you to be one of them. The Hellfire club approves :)

Words: 3.9K Author's Note: Stranger Things AU because I'm not even sure softball was popular in the 80s. Oh well. Trigger warning for homophobic language (it's just one word). So as usual, just go with the flow.

When your parents told you that you were moving after finishing up your junior year of high school, you shrugged and asked when you needed to start packing. You didn't argue as they expected you would and were relieved you had taken the news so well.

However, they did cut it a little close to the start of your senior year and ended up relocating to Hawkins, Indiana just a few days after school had already started.

So here you stand in the cafeteria of Hawkins High, staring out at the amassed students who've already formed their little cliques. Sighing softly, you're just about to give up and sit in the hallway or something when you catch sight of a boy out of the corner of your eye. More specially, his t-shirt catches your eye.

"Hey Ghostbuster," you call out. The boy with curls sticking out from under the back of his cap is talking rather animatedly with his friend, and it's his friend who catches sight of you staring at them. He nudges him and the boy in the ghostbuster shirt glances at you with wide-eyes. "Do you mind if I sit with you guys? I'm kind of at a loss here."

"Y-You want to sit with us?"

"Yes..?"

"Bullshit."

"Dustin!"

The pale boy with shaggy black hair elbows his friend and you can't help but grin. He rolls his eyes and then looks at you. "What my friend meant to say was yes. Yes, you can sit with us."

"Cool. Thanks."

"I'm Mike and my idiot friend is Dustin."

"YN," you introduce yourself as you follow them.

"You new here?" Mike asks as he leads the way to a table where one other boy and a girl sits. "This is Lucas and Max, by the way."

Lucas barely gives you a nod, too busy trying to gain the attention of Max who's more interested in her Walkman than her friend.

As you take a seat at their table, you answer his question. "I, uh, I just moved in from Texas."

"Oh. Cool." Mike nods and then stares down at his tray.

The conversation seems to end there, but then Dustin turns towards you. "So you like Ghostbusters?"

"Yep. And Poltergeist, A Nightmare on Elm Street, and the Goonies."

"Nice."

By the end of your first lunch period, you realize you've befriended a group of freshmen and that you all have pretty similar tastes in movies. The boys, however, are obsessed with Dungeons and Dragons. And while you have heard of the game, you've never cared to attempt to play it. You don't make the boys feel weird for liking what they like, and even listen as they excitedly explain some things to you. So in the end they're happy to have you sit with them at lunch again.

Within your first couple of weeks, Max distances herself from the boys and you find out that she lost a family member recently which she hasn't been coping well with. Eddie Munson introduces the boys to Hellfire- a club in which they play nothing but Dungeons and Dragons. Eddie and his group of three boys don't know what to think of you since you don't truly understand the game, but Mike, Dustin and Lucas vouch for you.

You sit at the table of freaks, at least that's what you hear people whispering about, but you don't let their opinions bother you. Lucas then ends up joining the basketball team and switching tables, but you're very content with where you're at.

But then softball tryouts are posted and you surprise your group of boys when you show interest.

"Really, YLN," Eddie frowns. "A jock? You're a goddamn jock?"

"Don't sound so disgusted, Eddikins." Dustin and Mike snicker at the nickname. "Just because I like to play the game doesn't mean I'm going to abandon you guys. You're my people, not them."

"Yeah well I guess we'll see, won't we?"

You roll your eyes at Eddie who's so sure you're going to abandon them if you make the team, and continue on with lunch.

At the end of the school day, you rush to your locker and grab your gym bag that you had prepared the night before. You have everything you need for softball practice and hope to impress the coach with how prepared you are.

Some of the girls are surprised to see you- the girl who hangs with Eddie 'the freak' Munson- on the field, while others grin and welcome you and ask if you've played before. The coach is standing nearby when you admit to having been playing since you were a freshman. You made the varsity team as a sophomore and actually made it to the playoffs just last season.

Immediately you were asked what position you played and, after finding out you were a pitcher, were told to warm up so they could see you in action.

You stretched, you warmed up, you pitched, you tossed the ball back and forth with other girls, you swung, and you ran. The coach had you practice sliding into bases and taking hits, which you hated the most, but you did everything you needed to without complaint. And by the end of the try-out session, you were tired and sweaty and ready for a shower.

You walk home, enjoying the cool air, and hope you make the team.

As you had hoped, you make the softball team.

You're excited, as are the other girls who also made the team, and as you told Eddie you remain sitting with the Hellfire Club during lunch. They manage to come around after a couple weeks of practice when they realize you haven't changed, but what really makes it sink in for them is when Jason Carver tries to recruit you to his side of the lunch room.

You've just taken your new seat next to Hellfire's very own dungeon master when your lunch tray is snatched up by none other than Jason himself.

"Hey!" You turn in your chair, glaring up at the culprit.

"YN," Jason says, blue eyes sparkling. "What are you still sitting with the freaks for? You're better than they are."

"Jason," you coo, "if you know what's good for you, you'll give me my lunch back and fuck off."

Dustin and Mike gape at you from the end of the table while Gareth, Jeff and Eddie chuckle. Jason's smile tightens. "You're making a mistake."

"The only mistake being made is that I'm not punching you in the dick for taking my food, Carver. Now hand it over and walk away," you say through clenched teeth.

He scoffs and lets your tray drop from his hands, food splattering on the floor. Your eye twitches and he grins cruelly. "Whatever. We all know you softball chicks are dykes anyway."

"That's totally uncalled for!" Dustin says, angry on your behalf.

The other boys at the table are seconds away from standing up and defending you, but you merely laugh as you lean back in your chair. Jason's grin falters. "Well you know what they say about dykes, Carver. We eat pussy better than men." The boys at your table go dead silent. "Watch yourself or I might just have to take the Queen of Hawkins High for myself."

Jason is speechless as he angrily stomps back to his table and you chuckle at his retreating form. Sighing forlornly at the sight of your ruined lunch on the floor, you turn back towards the boys at your table.

Your brow furrows when you see Eddie's cheeks are tinted the faintest of pink. "You, uh, you're into girls?"

You snort and steal a fry from his tray before popping it into your mouth. "I'm very much into dudes," you tell him. "I just wanted to make Jason uncomfortable and insecure." You then glance over your shoulder and laugh. "Mission accomplished."

The boys turn around, erupting into laughter when they spot Jason with his arm wrapped tightly around Chrissy Cunningham and glaring right at you.

It didn't take long after that for the others to refer to you as queen of the freaks, something which made Eddie downright giddy. Especially when you referred to him as the king.

Yours and Eddie's friendship was something that took everyone but the Hellfire Club by surprise. No one could believe that the athlete and the freak were practically attached at the hip, nor that you actually defended the club when other jocks- namely the basketball team- picked on them.

Then the day of your first game is upon you and you suddenly find yourself nervous.

"I thought I'd find you here." You startle at the voice, turning around on your bench seat to see Eddie making his way towards you. "What are you doing here? Don't you have to start warming up for the game?"

"I love to play, but I can't help the nerves," you tell him. You follow his lean form as he stands opposite you, standing instead of taking a seat at the picnic table that had been placed in the middle of the woods behind the school. "What brings you out here, Munson? I'm not interrupting a deal, am I?"

He smiles at you, shaking his head. "Nah, queenie. You're good." You roll your eyes at the nickname. "Your girls are looking for you though. Found me and thought you were with me and then told me to find you."

"And you actually took direction from them? What?" You feign shock.

"Well as it turns out, the softball girls aren't total buttheads. Not like the other jocks are."

"That's high praise coming from the king of the freaks."

"Yeah, yeah."

You chuckle at him before sighing, reluctantly standing up after. "Well I guess I should get going. I need to warm up my arm after all."

"Break a leg," he teases.

You glare at him, but then perk up. "Hey, what are you doing tonight?"

"Nothing. Why?"

"Come to my game."

Eddie scoffs. "You're joking."

"I'm not," you muse. "Come on, Eds. Come watch me play."

"And what? Be your personal cheerleader?" He asks, mimicking a cheer with pompoms.

"It's my first game at a new school. Come support me. Please."

He leans forward, hands gripping the edge of the table as he grins at you. "What's in it for me?"

"You mean other than seeing girls in skin tight pants, bending over?"

"Yes."

You pout. "What do you want?"

Eddie's lips twitch as he looks you up and down. "A date."

"W-What?" You laugh, his words catching you off guard.

"You heard me, queenie."

"You wanna go on a date.. with me?"

"Well yeah. Why is that so hard to believe?"

"Because I kind of thought you didn't go for girls like me," you tell him. "You literally could have asked for a date before all this, and I would have agreed without even batting an eye."

"W-What?" It's his turn to be a bit surprised.

You laugh. "You're hot, Munson. Own it." He gapes and you continue on before he can back out. "But since a date is apparently the price for you to show up and be my personal cheerleader, you got yourself a deal. Come on." Then as you walk backwards, you can't help but laugh at Eddie while he gapes at you.

Eddie keeps his distance while you skip ahead, laughing. Then as the two of you near the school, he smiles when you wave at him before you head towards the field house where you're to change into your uniform. He, however, shells out a few bucks to pay for his ticket and ignores the stares and whispers as he walks towards the bleachers.

"Eddie?!" His head snaps in the direction from where his name was shouted in an incredulous manner, and he smirks when he sees Dustin and Mike sitting in the very front row closest to the dugout. "What are you doing here?" Dustin asks.

"What? You thought the king of the freaks wouldn't come see his queen?"

Mike's nose wrinkle. "Made it official, have you?"

"Almost." Eddie hops up onto the bleachers, taking a seat behind the two freshmen. "She agreed to a date."

Dustin beams. "Awesome."

"So awesome."

After about ten minutes of sitting there and discussing D&D, people start to quietly applaud. The boys look up to see the Hawkins girls spilling out onto the field through a side gate before breaking out into a light jog. And as they jog around the entire softball field, Eddie can't help but appreciate the sight of YN in uniform. Her white, skin tight pants stop just below her knees before giving way to solid green socks. Even her pants have green pinstripes on them. Her white top is tucked into her pants, the name Hawkins emblazoned in yellow on the front and outlined in green, the same colors being used for her last name and softball number on her back.

And her hair. Don't even get him started on the two buns that now sit on the back of her head.

As they come back together in a huddle closest to the dugout where Eddie, Dustin and Mike are sitting, the coach gives them a bit of a pep talk. The girls all chant, rocking side to side before whooping. One girl rushes to the dugout, pulling out a plastic bucket and turning it upside down to set down a boombox on top of it. She presses play, turns the volume knob almost all the way up, and then rushes off.

The familiar drum beat and guitar chords of Quiet Riot's Metal Health fills the air, and Eddie perks up. He's not surprised when the girl rushes off to YN, high fiving her as they pair up to toss a softball back and forth.

"Are they allowed to play music?" Dustin asks. "The other team of girls don't look too impressed."

"I don't see why not," Eddie grins. "They're just warming up."

"Bang your head!"

"Jesus H. Christ," Eddie then chuckles. "She's converted the entire team," he realizes when the girls all sing along to the bang your head part. Even their coach finds it amusing.

The song soon switches to T.N.T by AC/DC and the coach then decides to hit ground balls to the girls to practice catching. YN, however, jogs off to the side to practice pitching with the catcher.

The other team then takes the field, leaving the girls of Hawkins to stretch off to the side. Metallica's For Whom the Bell Tolls plays and Eddie can't resist the urge to head bang. Dustin and Mike laugh at their dungeon master, the three of them catching YN's attention as she grins at them.

Eddie looks up just as YN bends over to touch her toes and he sighs longingly. "I can get used to that view."

"Gross. She's like our sister, man," Mike tells him.

"Not my sister," he mutters back.

It isn't long before both teams are heading to their respective dugouts, the announcer then introducing each girl from both teams. When YN's name is called, it's no surprise that Eddie, Dustin, and Mike cheer the loudest for her much to her and her teammates' amusement.

They stand through the national anthem and then anxiously await for the start of the game.

The visiting team is first to bat, so the boys get to see YN in action as starting pitcher. They watch as she takes the mound, swiping her cleats around the top of the mound as she finds her position. Then when the first to bat is ready, YN takes her position, waits for the signal, winds her arm and lets the ball fly.

"Strike!"

"Holy shit," Dustin says a little too loudly when the ball slaps into the catcher's mitt.

Those sitting closest to Dustin all chuckle and cheer YN on, shouting for her to do it again.

Strike after strike, hit after hit, Eddie watches with rapt attention whenever you're up to bat or doing your best to strike someone out. He's so used to your silliness that your seriousness catches him off guard, but he surprisingly likes it.

He likes it a lot.

And by the end of the game, Hawkins takes the win 6 to 4.

After getting a job well done speech from your coach, you shoulder the strap to your gym bag and bid the girls a goodbye. You walk out into the parking lot still in your uniform, smiling tiredly when you see Eddie leaning against his van.

"So what's the verdict, Munson?"

"I was surprisingly.. into it." He smirks.

"Really?"

"Oh yeah." You end up standing just a couple feet in front of him when he pushes off his van, stepping closer. He reaches up to the side of your head and tugs on a few strands of your hair that had come loose from your bun. "Especially this hairstyle. It's.. doing things for me."

You laugh and swat at his hand. "Keep your kinks a secret until at least the third date, Eds."

"I'll try my best." He steps back while taking your bag from you. "Are you hungry?"

"Starving."

"Great. Let's go get burgers." He turns around and opens the passenger door, dramatically bowing at the waist. "Your chariot, m'lady."

"Thank you, good sir." You take your bag from Eddie after climbing in, shutting your door as he walks around to his side. "So what happened to Dustin and Mike?"

"Wheeler's sister took them home. They said to tell you that they'll be at every game unless a campaign comes up."

"Cool. It'll be fun to have my own cheering section."

"Yeah? Then I guess I'll have to plan the campaigns around your games."

You turn your head to smile at him, grateful, but.. "You don't have to do that. I know how much you guys love D&D. You plan your campaigns on the nights that's best for everyone. Don't worry about me."

"And that's why I like you, queenie." His returning smile makes you blush and you're just thankful that it's pretty dark so he can't see it. "So don't worry your pretty little head over it. I'll make it work."

Eddie then takes you to a diner and the two of you get off to eat inside. He in his leather jacket/jean vest combo and ripped pants, and you in your Hawkins softball uniform make quite the picture.

At first the silence is a bit awkward as you stare at each other from across the table, and then Eddie sheepishly smiles, you laugh, and the tension breaks.

After you order your drinks and food, the two of you fall into a familiar pattern of talking and joking around. At first glance, no one would think the two of you had anything in common, but the rest of your night is filled with laughter and smitten smiles. And by the time you and Eddie take your leave, everyone who had warily watched him walk in then watch with adoring smiles as he takes your hand to walk you out.

On the drive home, you can't stop smiling and Eddie notices. "What are you smiling for?" He asks.

"The girls of Hawkins are fools." Your smile widens as he gives you a double take.

"How so?"

"You, Eddie Munson, are a goddamn sweetheart." His boyish smile makes your chest ache with how adorable he is. "See? That smile right there. Your devil worshiping reputation is forever ruined for me."

He laughs. "Was our first date really that amazing?"

"First date, huh?"

"Well yeah. You agreed to a date if I went to the game."

"I know," you muse. "I just didn't think you'd cash in so fast. What's going to be our second date? Matching tattoos?" His head whips towards you so fast that your eyes widen. And seeing his sparkling eyes in the light from the lamp posts as he drives under them, you laughingly groan. "I was joking."

"Just think about how metal that would be though!"

"You're- you're insane, you know that?" You laugh.

"Duh."

"What would we even get?"

"I don't know, but it makes me extremely happy that you're thinking about it."

When Eddie pulls up outside of your house, you're still chuckling. He puts his van into park before angling his body towards you. The two of you stare at each other before you lean over towards him, grinning. "Well, we might as well get this out of the way to make sure a second date is even worth it."

And before he can say anything else, you press your lips to his. Eddie seems momentarily taken aback before he smiles into the kiss, hands immediately cradling your face. And then when he tries to deepen it, you pull back.

Eddie gulps before licking his bottom lip. "So, what's the verdict?"

You slowly smile, letting him stew for a few seconds longer. "You'll do." He laughs before you peck his lips once more and then you're quick to turn and hop out of his van. "See you Monday at school, Munson."

"Not if I have any say so, queenie. I'll pick you up and we'll do something tomorrow."

"Fine. But if you wake me up before ten, this isn't going to work out."

"Not a morning person. Got it."

The school could barely wrap their head around a jock hanging out with the freak, so you really blew their minds the moment you kissed Eddie for all to see. The Hellfire club hadn't even batted an eye, but Dustin and Mike were grossed out when they caught the king and queen of the freaks making out.

Jason Carver and his berry band of jocks couldn't fathom that anyone other than you would willingly associate with Eddie Munson, so you took great joy when some of the softball girls found their way to your lunch table and joked around with Eddie's club members.

Some expected that your relationship would fizzle out after a few weeks, so you really surprised them when you showed up to school one day with ink at the crook of your forearm.

"Holy shit," Dustin exclaims. "When did you get a tattoo?"

"Oh, this little thing?" You muse, grinning. "I got it over the weekend."

"It was supposed to be our second date- getting matching tattoos- but someone chickened out."

"I didn't chicken out." You glare at Eddie. "We just needed to brainstorm. I wasn't about to get a skull or a heart with initials or something stupid."

"So, what'd you get?" Mike asks.

You lay your arm out on the table, letting them see the black bat at the crook of your arm- a black bat wearing a small golden crown.

"Queen of the Freaks," Gareth muses approvingly. "Nice."

Eddie lays his own arm out, showing the newest addition to his swarm that's wearing its own crown.

"You two are gross, but I approve," Dustin says.

"We're gross, Dustibun? Shall I radio Suziepoo and get her to spill all your adorable little secrets then?"

The Hellfire club all snicker as Dustin scowls at you. "One, I hate you. And two, you wouldn't dare."

"I totally would," you slowly grin, "but I'll let you keep your secrets. For now."

Eddie laughs as you lean back in your seat, perfectly content to let Dustin squirm under your stare as he slings an arm around the back of your shoulders. If anyone had told him he'd fall for an athlete, he'd have laughed and asked if they had a concussion.

But now?

Now he couldn't picture dating anyone but you. Even if you were an athlete.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #stranger things imagine #eddie munson #stranger things 4 #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson fanfiction #dustin henderson #mike wheeler

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Sophie Munson’s Best Christmas Gift Ever

rating: G | cw: none | tags: domestic fluff, child POV, transmasc Eddie, Steddie dads, side Buckingham, modern au | wc: 975

written for @steddieholidaydrabbles | Dec 25: Christmas

When Papa tucked Sophie to bed early, she was so excited about Christmas morning that she thought she would never sleep. But at some point while staring at the numbers on her clock, she went ka-poot.

She woke up once, just barely, when she felt Daddy kissing her forehead and saying something she couldn’t make out before she went back to sleep again.

When she woke up again, Sophie was full of excitement. Because it was Christmas! 

Except when she ran downstairs, she saw Aunt Robin and Chrissy sitting around the tree instead of her dads.

“Aunt Robs? Aunt Chris?” Sophie tilted her head, confused. Before she could ask where her dads were, they both swooped over and smothered her with so many kisses and “Merry Christmas!” Sophie started giggling and tried to escape from their hugs. 

“Your dads are at a very special place right now.” Aunt Robin said with a big smile. Sophie stared at her as the worst thought ever came to her.

“They’re dead!?” She shrieked. Aunt Robin’s smile dropped and her face paled to panic. Aunt Chrissy smacked her on the arm before turning to Sophie with a soft smile, “No, no, of course not! They’re just away to do something real important.”

Sophie looked at them before she crossed her arms with a huff, “Is this a grownup thing where they’re doing last minute Christmas stuff?” Then she gasped with a better thought, “Am I getting a much bigger present?” 

Her aunts looked at each other. They’re both trying hard not to smile for some reason. Hmmm, very suspicious. Aunt Chrissy giggled before she said, “In a way, yes!”

Sophie huffed again, “Well, can you-”

“Hey, Soapy Sops, do you want to open your presents?” Aunt Robin interrupted, waving her hands at the tree, “I bet you’re still real excited!”

Sophie was. She hurried to the tree and grabbed the presents. Most of them were from her dads, but she decided to open the ones from her other relatives. Aunt Chrissy recorded her while Sophie let Aunt Robin ‘ooo’d at her presents.

After Sophie fell in love with her new toy dragon from Grandpa Wayne, Aunt Robin’s phone started ringing. She made an ‘eep’ when she saw who was calling. She answered it and mouthed to Sophie, “it’s Daddy.”  

Sophie squealed, tried to clamber close to hear her dad, but Aunt Chrissy kept her away. “Shh, let Robin speak to him first.” She whispered and Sophie nodded.

“Steve! How was it!? Oh god, you sound tired. Is Eddie alright?” Aunt Robin’s eyes grew wide and bright at whatever Daddy was telling her. And then she gave out an excited scream and yelled louder, “OH MY GOD, CONGRATS!”

“What is it? Let me hear! Tell me, tell meeeeee!” This time, Aunt Chrissy let her free and Sophie tried again to get Aunt Robin’s phone. Her aunt nearly fell, holding her phone out in the air. 

“Wait, Steve-! Your daughter’s a menace, ugh, let me put you on speaker!” She tapped on the screen and then Daddy’s voice filled the room.

“-at you say?”

“Daddy!” Sophie plopped on Aunt Robin’s lap, happy to hear him again. “Where did you and Papa go?”

“Oh, Sophie, I’m so sorry we left but we have amazing news, pumpkin.”

“What is it?” Sophie’s eyes widened. Could this be the bigger last-minute present?

“You remember how we told you that your sibling wouldn’t be born until after the New Year?” He paused as Sophie said ‘uh-huh!’ “Well, I guess they were so excited that they came out of Papa’s belly for Christmas!”

Sophie froze for three seconds. Then she shrieked so loud and happily that Aunt Robin covered her mouth.

Sophie’s legs kicked back and forth on the way to the hospital. Even when she was standing on her two feet, she kept jumping up and down, ready to run to see her dads and brand-new sibling. That was how happy she was!

“Easy, Sophie.” Aunt Chrissy laughed, holding her hand while Aunt Robin held the other. “You don’t wanna trip.”

She almost tripped once they arrived at Papa's room. Daddy was already there to catch her and hoist her up to kiss her head.

“Daddy!” Sophie turned to point accusingly at her aunts. “Aunt Robin almost made me think you and Papa died! I was almost sad!”

Aunt Robin squawked. Aunt Chrissy covered her mouth with a laugh. Daddy just shook his head and tutted at Aunt Robin before he looked back at Sophie, “Now I know you’re excited, but just remember that Papa is very tired and babies can wake up easily. Try not to be super loud.”

Sophie nodded seriously. Then she was led into the room where she saw Papa lying on the bed, his hair tied up in a bun, with a blanketed bundle in his arms. Papa looked up and smiled at her.

“Hey, Sops.” Papa said quietly as he gently rocked the baby. Sophie stared down at her brother. He looked so small and red and ugly. Just like in her own baby photos.

“He looks like Baby Yoda.” Sophie said. 

Papa laughed softly, “He sure does.”

“Does that mean his name is Baby Yoda?” Behind her, her aunts cackled as quietly as they could.

Daddy laughed too, his hand on Sophie’s back as he looked at her. “No, we didn’t call your brother Baby Yoda. His name is Hunter.”

Sophie blinked, “Like the Pokémon?”

“Hunter. Without the ‘A’, pumpkin.” Papa corrected.

“Oh.” Sophie looked at her brother - Hunter - for a long time. Then she grinned with a firm nod. “I like it. Very metal.”

It was while she sat next to Papa and was allowed to hold Hunter that Sophie decided that not only she loved her brother, but this was the best Christmas gift ever.

#klaus writes #steddie #buckingham #stranger things #steddieholidaydrabbles

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Fic request!!!

Caleb bothering Philip because he see him with the Blight girl and his Duty of older brother is bothering him!

(For context, the "Blight girl" that anon is referring to is the Blight ancestor / descendant that Philip is dating in an au. Headcanons about her are here and art for @dannystarsstuff's Blight ancestor / descendant Amelie is here.

Anyways, enjoy! <3

💐 Flowers and Chocolates 💝

Caleb was strolling through the Bonesborough marketplace with a shopping list in his hand.

Evelyn had sent him out to get the ingredients needed to make her "world-famous" Bone Apple Tea, which consisted of dragon bones, blood apples, and tea leaves.

During his pursuit for the three items, the blonde spots his little brother from across the market on his own wearing his brown wooden mask as he makes his way towards a flower shop.

Before entering, the brunette stopped and checked his surroundings to ensure he wasn't being observed or followed.

He failed to notice Caleb on the other side.

It was quite apparent that Philip didn't want anyone to recognize him, but Caleb could tell it was him from a mile away based on his hair and clothing.

The mask was also a dead giveaway as he had carved it for him when he was a young boy.

A mischievous smile starts to sprout.

Caleb knew exactly why Philip was buying flowers and decided to spy on him from where he was standing.

After leaving the flower shop with a bouquet of abomination flowers, Philip enters a chocolate shop that was just so conveniently located next to it.

Minutes later, he comes out with a heart-shaped box of chocolates that was beautifully wrapped for his beloved.

"Let me guess, those are for her, aren't they?"

The teasing voice made Philip squeal as he turned to see his older brother standing behind him with a big dumb grin on his face.

He positioned his mask on the side of his face, revealing his terrified expression.

"Caleb?!" He squeaked, quickly hiding the flowers and chocolate behind his back, but it was too late.

His brother had already seen them and was going to tease him mercilessly.

"She's going to love them, Philip," he cooed.

"W-Who?"

"Oh, don't play dumb, little brother. We both know who I'm talking about. The Blight girl. I've been keeping a close eye on you two, you know."

Blue eyes begin widen as Philip's face turns seven shades of red. "Y-You've been stalking us?!"

Caleb proceeds to point a finger at him. "Ha, so you do admit to knowing her!"

Choking down his panic, Philip shot a glare at Caleb, bringing the flowers and chocolates back into view.

"Also, me? A stalker? Never. I was just following you both around one day without either of you knowing." The blonde beams him a smile.

Philip shares his annoyance with a frown. "I hate you."

"Oh stop, you do not." Caleb's voice went singsongy. "Philip likes witches, Philip likes witches, Philip likes witches, he's got a witchy girlfriend~!"

"Shut up, I do not! I still think witches are the scum of the earth, she's just..." Philip had to pause, looking away in thought.

"Trying to come up with a good lie or excuse~?" chuckled the elder.

Philip huffed, red returning to his face as he brought his gaze back to Caleb.

"Listen, she's just different, okay? Unlike the others who are all savages, she's actually quite sophisticated."

Caleb crossed his arms, continuing to smirk. He hums. "Uh-huh. I said something similar when I started dating Evelyn."

Philip rolled his eyes.

"Whatever. Just please go away." He starts to walk off, only to hear footsteps behind him.

"HEY EVERYONE, DID YOU HEAR THE BIG NEWS? PHILIP'S GOT A WITCH GIRLFRIEND!" Caleb loudly announces, gaining the attention of some who stare at the two as they chatter amongst each other.

"Wow!"

"Did you hear that?"

"Philip's got a witch girlfriend."

"Who the heck's Philip?"

Embarrassed, Philip proceeds to walk faster, sending his brother a death glare. "Shut up!" He growled.

"PHILIP'S GOT A WITCH GIRLFRIEND, PHILIP'S GOT A WITCH GIRLFRIEND, PHILIP'S GOT A WITCH GIRLFRIEND~!" He proudly sang, quickening his pace.

The brunette then begins to run with the blonde now chasing behind him. "I TOLD YOU TO SHUT UP! AND STOP FOLLOWING ME!"

"Never! The whole Isles has to hear about this blooming romance of yours! HEY, PHILIP'S GOT A WITCH GIRLFRIEND!"

"Alright, Philip!" A random male passerby cheers.

"CALEB, STOP IT! YOU'RE BEING INCREDIBLY STUPID AND CHILDISH RIGHT NOW!"

"I know you are, but what am I~?"

"UGH!"

#(PHILIP'S GOT A WITCH GIRLFRIEND) #(uh caleb weren't you in the middle of doing something for your girlfriend? 😂 😂 😂) #the owl house #owl house #toh #caleb wittebane #emperor belos #belos #philip wittebane #fanfic #fanfics #fanfiction #fanfictions #ask #asks #request #anon #anonymous #belosfanstakeover #writing #my writing

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Sky : COTL Au I think 🤔 < Story click more ! >

I can think of the story like The Edgeworth family is a royal family with special powers and rule the Sky land. Gregory was the king at that time and then The Von Karma from Westland the dark land of Sky… They came in, take over and rule the Sky land…

Then here come Phoenix the new Bird Caretaker at Fey Light creature Training and Breeding Center. He work with Maya The last Daughter of this chief center (Misty). Ahhhhh Mia was dead by the Dark dragon at Westland for saving some creatures 😭—then Phoenix meet Edgeworth at the Hidden Forest…He was closed to death from being exposed to the rain for so long 🥲

And—uh… I don’t know however this is it🧎🏻

Oh ! And cloth The reference !

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[tealmaskmybeloved]

Toxic Consequences AU: Chapter 5

Uninvited Guests

(Notes will be under the cut. Enjoy! Feel free to send asks if you want!)

Kieran didn't really remember much of what happened. He remembered that odd Pokémon, and a pink chain, and being lied to and Ogerpon not going with him.

All he knew now is that he was back in his room, with Furret snoozing on his bed as usual.

Wait, that wasn't Furret. Last time Kieran checked, Furret wasn't that big.

Kieran opened his eyes to find Okidogi sleeping on his bed, taking up most of the space. The bed nearly collapsed under the weight of the Pokémon.

Upon looking around, Kieran noticed that Munkidori, Fezandipiti, and the strange Pokémon were there as well.

They followed him home. After... whatever that Pokémon did to Kieran.

Kieran struggled to move, as Okidogi refused to budge. Eventually, Kieran manged to break free but ended up falling out of bed to the floor, waking the rest of the Pokémon up.

"Ow... everything hurt..." Kieran winced. His whole body felt sore, like he just climbed a mountain.

Okidogi glanced over, glad to see Kieran up and about.

"Hey, good to see you're awake!" The dog Pokémon grinned.

"Please don't tell me you crushed that kid's spine while you were asleep." Munkidori said, carefully maneuvering his way off a shelf.

"Wouldn't surprise me in the slightest. Okidogi always does that to me, and then gets surprised when it ruins how I look." Fezandipiti grumbled, as he inspected Kieran's belongings.

"Oh sure, like you put in effort to get how you are now." Munkidori teased, giving the bird Pokémon a smug look.

"Hey now! You did that too! We all did! We had to!" Fezandipiti shot back. "That's why we're here!"

The Loyal 3 turned to look at Kieran, who was nervously shaking.

"Uh, how-what uh, um, how.... why are you here?!" He finally managed to stammer out.

"Come on now, little guy. You're one of us now, of course we'd stick with you!" Okidogi grinned, revealing his teeth.

That did not help Kieran whatsoever.

"Come on now, he's shaking like a Wimpod. Give him some space. " Munkidori said to the others before turning to Kieran.

"Greetings, Kieran. You're one of us now! Congrats!"

"One of you? Wh-what does that mean?" Kieran asked, still wary and afraid.

"It just means you accepted our boss's help! We were like you once; sad and weak and useless... but with his help, we became much more than that!" Okidogi responded.

"Just take a deep breath. You're going to be alright, Kieran." Fezandipiti reassured, putting one of his wings around Kieran.

The bird's voice did make Kieran feel better, and he began to relax.

"So, uh... who's the "boss" of yours?" He asked.

You've already met me, Kieran.

Kieran's eyes widened in surprise. Munkidori noticed the boy's expression.

"Heard him now, eh? He does that when he wants to. You'll get used to his presence."

Munkidori seemed to know what he was talking about, so Kieran let it go... for now.

"Alright, now that we've got that out of the way, we can move on to the fun stuff!" Okidogi said excitedly.

"The what?"

"Why it's a new look for you of course! You're with us with now, you deserve to get a cooler appearance! Aside from the changes that already happened." Fezandipiti said proudly.

"Wait, changes? What do you mean?" Kieran said nervously.

The Loyal 3 gave each other looks. He hadn't noticed them yet.

"Well, just look in the mirror... And you might want to prepare yourself." Fezandipiti said. Was that a warning?

Nonetheless, Kieran took a long look in the mirror. At first, he didn't see anything unusual, but then he noticed the changes.

For one, Kieran's normal dull yellow eyes were now a bright pink color. On his head were two small pale yellow horns. At the moment, the horns were just small nubs for now. The pink chain Kieran accepted from the odd Pokémon was now a type of makeshift hair band, and on his neck were dark grey markings. They felt rough like a dragon Pokémon's scales.

The sight of it all worried Kieran. Was this normal? Would it hurt him? How long would these changes take place? Would it get worse?

Kieran didn't know what to say or how to react. He just stared at his reflection, a look of disbelief and horror on his face.

The Loyal 3 noticed this. Munkidori stepped up to where Kieran was.

"Look, it's a lot to take into. I get that. Why don't we head out? You know, get some fresh air, cause some trouble, then you can see the kinds of stuff we do!" Munkidori said with a smile.

"Yeah! You'll be safe with us, little guy!" Okidogi agreed.

Well.... surely it wouldn't hurt. Besides, it's not like Kieran had anyone else to go to.

Dokutaro's POV

Good, good. They're attempting to befriend him. This will make things easier.

For now, I will play along with this. I'll encourage their little games if it means Kieran staying here.

Kieran waking up to the big floofball Okidogi will forever be my favorite part of this chapter. Okidogi is like a cat that refuses to move when they loaf on you.

Also, the Loyal 3 can understand Kieran since he's been Toxic Chained.

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