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Vicious Deceptions

Character: Actor!Toji Fushiguro x Actress!Reader | hollywood au Synopsis: Cunning minds entwined, weaving a web of treachery and desire. In a world of secrets and hidden intentions, their love became a tapestry of vicious deceptions.

Content warning: adultery, smut, profanities. minors dni.

- The news of their movie's blockbuster success spread like wildfire, the anticipation for the sequel soared to new heights. You, a renowned actress, and Toji Fushiguro, a fellow confident and cool-headed actor, found yourselves in the midst of a script reading session with your co-stars in preparations for the shooting that will be commencing in three days.

As you delved into your script, you couldn't help but feel a flush creep up your cheeks when Toji, sitting beside you, subtly scooted closer. His mischievous grin hinted at something beyond the innocent facade you both presented to the world. Toji, holding his own script, pointed to a particular scene, one that seemed to spark a glimmer in his eyes.

"It seems we have a rather steamy shower scene coming up," Toji remarked, his voice laced with boldness and anticipation. He knew precisely how to push your buttons, and he relished in the playful banter you shared.

Your eyes widened momentarily, betraying your own interest in the intimate scene. You quickly composed yourself and responded with a clever retort, your voice dripping with a mix of innocence and intrigue. "Quit acting as if this will be your first time doing a shower sex scene."

Toji chuckled, his gaze locked with yours. "I'm not. If anything, I'm expressing my excitement. I can't wait to shoot this scene with you, Y/N. Can't wait to smack that ass of yours in front of everybody."

"Focus on your script," you say, and for some reason, that was enough to satiate your big brute of a leading man.

Your exchanges danced on the fine line between professional camaraderie and subtle seduction. Only the two of you were aware of the charged undercurrent, concealed from your co-stars, the staff, and the prying eyes of the media.

As the script reading continued, you and Toji found yourselves engaged in insightful conversations that seamlessly intertwined with your characters' dynamics. You traded witty banter, your words carrying double meanings that hinted at a deeper connection. Your interactions sparked curiosity among those around you, whispering of an off-screen chemistry that exceeded the boundaries of your roles.

In the midst of the script reading, your gazes would occasionally meet, exchanging unspoken promises and shared secrets. The tantalizing prospect of bringing your hidden desires to life on the silver screen left both of you eager for the upcoming shoot.

As the script reading session came to a close, the bustling energy of the studio began to subside. The other cast members bid their farewells, disappearing into the corridors one by one. With a gentle smile, you excused yourself, knowing that a whirlwind of magazine shoots and interviews awaited you.

Slipping away from the crowd, you found Toji Fushiguro waiting, his expression a mix of mischief and anticipation.

Glancing around to ensure no prying eyes lingered, you approached Toji with a knowing glint in your eye. "See you later. Text me."

Toji smirked. "So bossy."

You rolled your eyes in response to his teasing, and that earned you a chuckle from him and a resigned sigh, "I know, I know. You know where to find me anyway; I gave you the passcode to my other penthouse, right?"

Now, he earned a chuckle from you, a sultry one at that: "Of course you did. Now, good bye. Let's talk later."

With one last lingering gaze, you both went your separate ways, diving headfirst into the demands of your bustling schedules. The weeks flew by in a whirlwind of commitments, each day bringing you closer to the highly anticipated live premiere of your movie.

The red carpet was rolled out, leading to the magnificent entrance of the premiere venue. Cameras flashed incessantly, capturing the glamorous affair that unfolded before them. And there you stood, resplendent in an elegant yet alluring gown that accentuated your every curve. Every step you took exuded confidence and grace.

Toji, on the other hand, exuded an air of dashing charm in his impeccably tailored suit. His shaggy hair, tamed and styled, gave him a ruggedly handsome appeal. As the crowd caught sight of you, whispers of admiration rippled through the air. It was impossible to ignore the captivating presence the two of you emanated.

Walking the red carpet together, your co-stars joined you, each person radiating their own unique charm. As the cameras flashed, interviews ensued, capturing the excitement and anticipation surrounding the film. The atmosphere was electric, pulsating with the combined energy of the cast, the crew, and the devoted fans.

Among the crowd, your husband stood by your side as your plus one, a fact that hadn't gone unnoticed by Toji. A hint of disappointment, jealousy, and annoyance flickered in his eyes, swiftly masked by a dashing smile. You promised Toji that you would divorce your husband to finally be with him, but due to both of you and your husband's schedules and other personal commitments, it's taking you quite a while to fulfill your promise.

Engaging in light banter with your husband, you navigated the sea of well-wishers and photographers, stealing occasional glances at Toji.

Toji, ever the charmer, mingled effortlessly with the guests and media alike. His charismatic personality seemed to magnetize those around him, leaving a trail of smiles and laughter in his wake. The whispers of his irresistible allure danced through the air, amplifying the excitement surrounding the film's premiere.

As the evening progressed, the time came for the cast and crew to take their seats inside the opulent theater. The anticipation grew, building up to the moment when the lights would dim and the film would grace the silver screen.

Taking your assigned seat, you found yourself seated next to Toji, the proximity creating an intoxicating tension. With a hushed voice, he leaned toward you, his words barely audible above the hum of the crowd. "It's a shame, isn't it? Our characters share such undeniable chemistry on screen, yet the same can't be said for our off-screen circumstances."

You turned to him, meeting his gaze while subtly grabbing his hands and intertwining your fingers together. With a charming smile on your face, you gave Toji a reply, "Patience, Toji. In the eyes of the public, I may belong to someone else, but between us, I'm yours and only yours."

Toji pouts uncharacteristically, but apparently, when he's with you, he keeps on discovering new sides to him that he didn't know existed. "Divorce the doofus already."

You chuckled, "The movie's on. Let's enjoy the fruits of our hard work for now, shall we?"

The lights dimmed, signaling the start of the film. As the familiar opening sequence unfolded, the tension between your characters came alive on screen, fueling the excitement and anticipation of the audience. And as you watched the story unfold, you couldn't help but wonder what the future held for you and Toji, both on and off the silver screen.

The film captured the hearts of viewers, transporting them into a world of magic, danger, and forbidden desires. The undeniable chemistry between your characters reverberated through the theater, leaving the audience captivated and breathless. It was a testament to the dedication and talent of everyone involved in the project.

After the exhilarating premiere, the theater was abuzz with excitement and celebration. The cast, crew, and industry insiders mingled, reveling in the success of the film. Among the crowd, you caught Toji's gaze, his eyes glinting mischievously.

With a smirk on his face, he leaned against a nearby wall, watching as you excused yourself from the group. Your husband, caught up in conversation with your co-stars, remained oblivious to the brewing storm between you and your leading man.

You took a deep breath, feeling a surge of boldness as you reached out to grasp Toji's hand. "Toji, I need a moment. Come with me," you whispered, your voice laced with a hint of urgency and desire.

He raised an eyebrow, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. "Oh? And just what the heck are you up to?"

Not really having the time to beat around the bush, you pulled him towards you rather assertively, saying, "Just come with me."

With your hand firmly in his, you guided Toji through the maze of hallways until you reached your dressing room. The anticipation hung thick in the air as you stepped inside, the door closing behind you, except you failed to close it all the way.

So whatever moment you'll be having with Toji, it can be easily detected by anyone who passes by the area.

Without wasting a moment, you settled on top of your vanity table, your gaze fixed on Toji with a sultry intensity. His eyes widened, a mixture of surprise and excitement dancing within them, as he realized the intent behind your actions.

You beckoned him closer, your legs wrapping securely around his waist and drawing him in. The intimate contact sent a jolt of electricity through both of you as you felt his arms encircle your body, his touch both possessive and tender.

In the charged silence, Toji's voice broke through, filled with a mix of anticipation and mischief. "What if somebody walks in on us?"

He says that, but he's already leaning toward your inviting lips while his other hand is holding the zipper of your gown. Wasting no time, you wrapped your arms around his neck and reeled him in for a heated kiss, holding little to no regard to the possibility of getting caught. Of course, Toji was more than happy to oblige and responded to your advances enthusiastically.

In that intimate space, you both embraced the reckless abandon of the moment, knowing that the world outside those walls could never comprehend the intensity of your connection.

"Toji--" you moaned in his mouth as you felt his grabby hands caressing your sides and squeezing your supple skin. In return, you slide your hands up and down his sturdy chest, shamelessly feeling his abs through his silky dress shirt.

Toji's husky voice contributed to the music being made in that tiny room as he spoke, "You picked this skimpy dress to tease me, didn't you?"

"Did it work?" you responded cheekily, which earned you a dark chuckle from him.

"I wanted nothing more than to bend you over and take you right there and then, the moment I saw you emerge from your limousine."

"What stopped you?" You asked him

"Your husband killed my boner. I didn’t even know you were bringing him along."

You let out a sultry chuckle as you began to grind your hips against his, purposefully tempting his flaccid cock to spring back to life. "We can't have that now, can we?"

A wicked smile played on Toji's lips, reveling in your audacious nature and feeling his desire grow stronger. "Absolutely not."

In the dimly lit room, Toji and you shed your clothes with an eager urgency. Every garment fell to the floor, revealing your naked bodies to each other. Your eyes locked, filled with desire and longing. You closed the distance between you, your bodies pressing together.

The heat of your skin ignited a fire within, intensifying the need for each other. There were no inhibitions, only the raw passion that enveloped the room.

Your hands explored, fingers tracing every curve and dip, igniting shivers of pleasure. Each touch sent waves of electricity through your bodies, heightening the intensity of your desire. Time seemed to stand still as you surrendered to the intoxicating pull between you.

Breathless and desperate for more, you locked eyes with him, pleading silently for him to take you to greater heights of pleasure.

"Please, Toji," you whimpered, your voice filled with need.

Toji's lips curled into a mischievous smile as he reveled in the power he held over you. His voice dripped with playful teasing as he responded, "What's the magic word?"

The teasing only fueled your need, making the anticipation unbearable. But you knew deep down that the wait would be worth it and that Toji's mastery of seduction would lead to a culmination of ecstasy unlike anything you had experienced before.

"Toji~ I don't have time for this."

The man towering over you could only chuckle in amusement, "You're such a brat."

Despite what he said, he immediately adhered to your request and placed his throbbing cock at your entrance, and then he slowly let himself in, filling you nicely and snugly.

Each thrust felt more incredible than the last. The sensations overwhelmed you, evident in the sounds of pleasure escaping your lips and the expression of bliss on your face.

You continued to cling to Toji as he continued to fuck you relentlessly. Moans, profanities, and loads of skin-slapping filled your tiny dressing room. You were so lost in your little world that you didn't even notice your horrified husband watching from outside.

Normally, you would have been filled with a sense of horror and embarrassment, but an unexplained boldness washed over you. Instead of feeling shame or shock, you met your husband's gaze with a cold, unwavering expression.

Toji was right. It’s high time you end things with your husband and finally be with him. You made a mental note to yourself that, after this, you would deal with your husband once and for all. Time seemed to stretch as your husband continued to look at you and Toji, his eyes widening with surprise, and you could've sworn you saw tears stream down his face.

Obviously heartbroken by your blatant betrayal, but you remained undeterred, focusing solely on Toji and continuing to lavish him with your undivided attention. With a mischievous glimmer in your eyes, you even went so far as to put on a captivating display.

Toji, relishing in the audacity and allure emanating from you, embraced the opportunity to escalate the intensity of the moment.

A sly grin spread across Toji's face as he relished in your pleasure, his voice dripping with seduction. "Tell me, Y/N, who's making you feel good right now? Hmm? Answer me." Your response was a fervent moan that escaped your lips.

"It's you."

A teasing glint danced in Toji's eyes as he continued to ravish you, his voice laced with desire. "And what's my name, darling?"

"Toji," you moaned, your voice filled with a mix of desire and anticipation.

Toji rewarded your response with a playful smack on your behind, eliciting another intoxicating sound from you. "Good girl."

That was the last straw.

With a shake of his head, your husband left the scene, but none of you were in the mood to care as the both of you were so invested in each other.

Toji's voice was filled with desire as he commented, "You're still so tight for me. Fuck."

You were unable to form coherent words in response, completely lost in the overwhelming pleasure he was giving you. Your focus was solely on the sensations coursing through your body, leaving little room for anything else.

He ran his hands along your sides, igniting shivers and goosebumps along your skin. "You're doing so well," he praised, his touch adding to the intensity of the moment. The pleasure was building rapidly, and then finally, that hot coil you've been feeling from within shot throughout your body, sending you into overdrive.

To enhance your climax, Toji increased the pace, sending waves of pleasure crashing over you. Every movement brought you closer to a mind-numbing state of ecstasy.

-

Later that night, after a few more rounds of fucking like bitches in heat, Toji drove you home, a satisfied and triumphant smile adorning his face. The energy between you two was still electric, and the intensity of the night lingered in the air.

Upon entering the house, you were met with a somber sight. Your husband sat on the sofa, hunched over, his body language reflecting the weight of his emotions. It was clear that he had been drinking and crying.

For a few seconds, you observed him, your expression carrying a hint of nonchalance, almost bordering on cruelty. The weight of your decision lingered in the air, as you knew what you needed to do.

Without uttering a word, you made your way to your bedroom and retrieved the divorce papers, carefully tucked away inside your side of the closet. Each step you took echoed with determination, your mind resolute in your course of action.

Returning to the living room, you stood before your husband, holding the papers in your hand. With a deliberate motion, you tossed the document in his direction, the papers fluttering through the air like a final decree. Your voice carried an air of finality as you spoke, "It already has my signature on it. I trust that you will have it signed by tomorrow. Good night."

With those words hanging in the air, you turned away, leaving your husband to grapple with the weight of your crumbling marriage.

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A Glimpse Beyond Grief: Prologue

Characters: Toji Fushiguro x Reader | Office AU | Both characters are in their early 30s | toji is good daddy in this uwu Synopsis: galactically intertwined journey of two souls: one navigating the depths of loss, the other offering a beacon of healing. through witty banter and unspoken connections, they find solace in unexpected places, uncovering the resilience of the human spirit and the power of love to mend even the most shattered hearts. Content warning: profanity, (eventual) smut, highkey adult themed, can be psychologically and emotionally triggering for some so read with caution.

-

Toji's voice echoed through the house, a sense of urgency coloring each word. "Megumi! Tsumiki! Hurry up!" His eyes darted to the clock, ticking away the precious minutes before his crucial job interview.

From the upper floor, Megumi's small, hurried voice floated down. "Wait! I'm still tying my shoes!"

"Hurry up! I can't be late for my interview!" Toji called back, the weight of the day pressing on him.

"Be there in a second, Dad!" Tsumiki's reassuring response reached him, a small comfort in the chaos.

Toji sighed, standing in the foyer, anxiety gnawing at him. Today was no ordinary day; it was his final interview for a job he desperately needed. The past year had been a relentless struggle since his wife's tragic death, a wound that refused to heal. But today, he needed to be more than just a grieving widower; he needed to be a father, a provider.

Exactly a year had passed since the accident that shattered his world. His wife's life was cut short by a drunk driver, leaving Toji to navigate the overwhelming responsibilities of single parenthood. The pain lingered, an ever-present companion in his daily life.

Months of grief and depression had followed, a period where Toji lost himself in a haze of despair. He isolated himself, succumbing to the numbing embrace of alcohol and neglecting his basic needs. The memories of that time were a blur, a testament to the severity of his trauma.

Megumi, at seven years old, and Tsumiki, at eight, sought refuge with their grandparents during those dark days, visiting their father cautiously, ensuring he was in a state to be seen. It seemed as though everyone had given up on Toji, convinced he was a lost cause.

But one night, in the midst of his self-destructive routine, Toji's gaze landed on a family photo. His wife's smile and the innocent joy radiating from his children's faces pierced through his numbness. In that moment, a spark of clarity emerged, an epiphany that whispered of a responsibility he could not ignore.

Today, as he waited for his young children to join him in the rushed chaos of their morning routine, Toji carried the weight of the past year on his shoulders. The interview was not just about a job; it was a chance for redemption, a step towards reclaiming his role as a father and provider.

Toji needed to wake up from his stupor and get his life together. If not for himself, at least for Megumi and Tsumiki, who relied on him to be there for them. If their mother were still alive, she would have given him a good smack for neglecting their well-being. And so, fast forward to the present, and here he is, doing his darndest for them. Though despite his eagerness to start anew, job hunting hasn't been a very pleasant journey for Toji.

He has been going from interview to interview for five months, but luck hasn't been on his side until a week ago, when a company reached out to him, offering a possible job position. Of course, Toji immediately accepted and went through the application process almost right away, and so far, it's been going well. He passed the initial interview and panel interview, and even though the company is an hour away from his home address, they were more than willing to grant his preferred salary, and their company benefits weren't too shabby either.

It'll do for now.

Toji slows down the car as the kids’ school finally comes into view; he then turns to them for a second before focusing on the road again, “I won’t be able to pick you up later, okay? The interview I’ll be going to is fairly far from here so I might take a while considering the distance and traffic later. Grandma will come and fetch you. You can spend the night with them if you want too.”

Megumi nodded while his face was perpetually glued to his phone, “Okay.”

Tsumiki, on the other hand, flashes his dad an encouraging smile, “Best of luck, Dad!”

Toji softened at his daughter’s words of affirmation, “If I score this job, I will take you both out for dinner. You can choose whatever you want to eat.”

Upon hearing this, Megumi finally looked away from his phone and turned to his father with an expectant look on his face, “Really?”

Toji couldn’t help but snicker at his son’s reaction; he then reached out to him to gently tap his fist on his son’s chest, “A man never goes back on his words.”

After bidding his kids farewell, he set out for the neighboring city to attend his final interview. As he journeyed there, Toji couldn't help but feel a surge of nervousness. Uncharacteristically agitated, he found himself being snappy on the road, even verbally shouting at a car that changed lanes abruptly. The profanities he spewed might have left anyone who heard them scared for life, as Toji appeared scarier than he had ever been before.

However, another part of him was also angry at drivers in general, given what happened to his wife. If only they had been a little more responsible, she would still be by his side, reproaching him for losing his temper on the road.

To prevent any further thoughts of his late wife from plaguing his mind, Toji shook his head and directed all his attention and concentration towards the upcoming interview. He knew he couldn't erase memories of her forever, but for now, if he wanted to move forward and flourish, he needed to push any distracting thoughts to the back of his mind. For the sake of Megumi and Tsumiki, he was more than willing to compartmentalize the memories of their mother and focus solely on his new path ahead.

After an hour of driving, he finally arrived at his destination. Toji stood before the imposing building, his heart pounding wildly in his chest from nervousness. The rejections from his previous job applications had taken a toll on his self-esteem, despite having an impressive degree and a colorful, praiseworthy career.

Taking a deep, heavy sigh, Toji gathered his courage and pushed himself to enter the building, determined to give his best shot at acing the final interview.

"Mr. Toji Fushiguro? Ms. L/N, Y/N is ready to see you now. You may proceed to her office."

Toji acknowledged the secretary with a nod and a brisk "Got it," then rose from his seat to attend the final interview. The position at stake was Executive Assistant, a role that would place him directly under your supervision, offering a perfect opportunity to gauge compatibility.

"Good morning, Mr. Fushiguro," you greeted with a warm handshake, guiding him towards the chair near your desk. As you observed him, you detected a momentary blankness in his gaze, swiftly replaced by an intense focus as your eyes met. It was as if he had shifted gears, honing in on the upcoming interaction. His greeting, delivered in a husky tone, was accompanied by a faint smile, creating an intriguing dynamic in the room.

-

"Good morning to you too, Ms. L/N, Y/N. Nice to meet you," he responded.

You reciprocated with a polite smile. "Likewise. Please, make yourself comfortable. Let me know when you're ready, and we can begin."

Toji settled into the chair with ease, projecting an air of confidence that hinted at a dominant personality.

'Clearly the type who commands attention when entering a room,' you thought.

"Let's get started. I'm all set," Toji declared, prompting you to open his resume and delve into his credentials. As you scanned through his work history, your amazement grew evident. "It says here that you were the CEO of your own business. Can you shed some light on what happened there?"

His response was accompanied by an enigmatic expression, a blend of dread and detachment. Yet, as he began to speak, his voice resonated with confidence. "My wife passed away last year, and I wasn't in a position to sustain my business. I'd rather not delve into the details, if that's alright."

"Absolutely. We can keep it professional. My sincerest condolences," you replied, offering a genuine note of sympathy.

Toji met your gaze, a faint, crooked smile on his lips. "Thank you."

"Moving on, you have an impressive background in banking. What led you to shift to the HR sector?"

Toji leaned back, his eloquence shining through. "I wanted to explore new opportunities. Despite my extensive experience in banking, I'm no stranger to HR. I worked for a consulting firm, catering to financial clients. Later, I ran my own business. The shift seemed natural."

Your smile widened. "Your insights are invaluable, Mr. Fushiguro."

Toji responded with a charming smile. "The pleasure's mine, Y/N."

'Already on a first-name basis, huh?' you mused, managing to suppress a smirk.

As the final interview with Mr. Toji Fushiguro unfolded, you posed standard questions, delving into topics such as his availability and adaptability to a hybrid work setup, considering his role as a single father. Reassured by his commitment, he affirmed his ability to be onsite twice a week. Discussions extended to compensation and company benefits, both monetary and non-monetary, and concluded with a firm handshake, officially welcoming him to the company.

"Truthfully, you were practically a shoo-in for the job. Our final interviews are more of a formality, a gauge for compatibility with the supervisor and company culture. As you've proven, you passed with flying colors. Congratulations and welcome to JJK Holdings. Looking forward to working with you, Mr. Fushiguro."

Toji reciprocated the handshake with confidence, his smile widening. "Likewise. Thank you, Y/N."

With a final exchange of handshakes, you bid each other farewell. As Toji exited your office and disappeared from view, you glanced at your hand that had just shaken his. A faint blush crept across your cheeks, quickly dismissed as you refocused on the captivating city view outside your window.

"Looks like we've got a new face in the company," you joked aloud, addressing no one in particular. A chuckle escaped your lips at the lighthearted thought, keeping the atmosphere light.

'Focus, Y/N,' you reminded yourself, shaking off the momentary distraction.

Taking a deep breath, you let the welcomed intrigue of having Mr. Toji Hotshot Fushiguro on board settle in. He promised to be a valuable addition to the team, and optimism filled you as you considered the fresh perspective he would bring.

Throughout the day, as you managed various tasks and attended meetings, Toji's name kept surfacing in your thoughts. Beyond his impressive background and confidence during the interview, there was an underlying curiosity about the man behind the resume. At times, you felt a twinge of guilt, knowing he was still navigating grief and had other pressing priorities.

'Keep it professional,' you reminded yourself sternly, pushing aside personal musings. Nevertheless, a subtle anticipation lingered as you looked forward to working with Toji, eager to discover the dynamic he would introduce to the company.

-

After the successful interview, Toji headed home with a newfound sense of accomplishment that had eluded him for quite some time. Driving, he couldn't help but replay the conversation with you, his new boss. Your initial surprise at his former CEO position, the genuine condolences you offered, and the subtle interest you displayed in his career choices had all left him curious about the future interactions he might have with you.

From the moment Toji stepped into your office, he couldn't help but take notice. A commanding figure, you radiated a presence that demanded attention—confident, capable, and unyielding. It was a subtlety that impressed him, and as your eyes met, he caught a glint of curiosity that sparked something within him, a sensation he struggled to articulate.

During the interview, your insightful questions caught him off guard. Anticipating formality, he found himself letting his guard down as you delved into his past experiences. The subtle nods and genuine interest in your expressions were a rare quality, making him feel at ease and prompting him to open up in ways he hadn't in a long time.

Playful banter found its way into the conversation—an unexpected cheeky remark here and a witty response there. You weren't the typical stiff and formal interviewer, and Toji couldn't help but match your energy. The interview, meant to be serious business, transformed into something far more enjoyable. The interaction felt refreshing, like a breath of fresh air that swept away the heaviness he had carried for too long.

As the final handshake concluded and you bid each other farewell, Toji found himself lingering for a moment longer. There was a spark, a connection that transcended the professional setting. Whether it was the shared sense of humor or the way you seemed to understand him with gentle insight, he felt a thrill in the air—a glimmer of hope that had been dormant for too long.

'Well, well, Ms. Y/N, you've certainly piqued my interest,' Toji thought mischievously, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his lips. 'Looks like this new job is going to be a whole lot more interesting than I thought.'

At home, Toji decided to channel his energy into some productive spring cleaning. It proved to be therapeutic, providing a welcome distraction to tidy up the house and clear his mind of the lingering stress from the whirlwind of emotions that accompanied the interview process. Polishing furniture, dusting shelves, and meticulously organizing the kids' rooms allowed him a sense of control he sorely needed.

Once the house felt fresh and inviting, Toji picked up Megumi and Tsumiki from their grandparents' house. The kids animatedly chatted about their day, but Toji's thoughts lingered on his new job and the memory of their late mother. Despite this, he made a conscious effort to engage in their conversation, injecting humor to elicit their laughter.

True to his promise, Toji treated them to a well-deserved pizza night at their favorite family restaurant. Settling into a cozy booth, he watched with softened eyes as his children eagerly selected their favorite toppings. Their happiness was infectious, bringing a genuine smile to his face.

Throughout dinner, playful banter flowed between Toji and the kids. He teased them, allowing them to reciprocate, creating a light-hearted atmosphere. As the pizza night concluded, they drove back home with contented hearts. Toji tucked his kids into bed, kissing their foreheads—a ritual he had embraced more religiously since his wife's passing. Though he might not express it verbally, his actions spoke volumes of his deep affection for them.

Stepping out of their room, he reflected on the new chapter awaiting him at JJK Holdings. His heart swelled with hope for a fresh start and an even brighter future, not just for himself but for Megumi and Tsumiki as well.

'Challenge accepted,' he thought with determination.

Tomorrow marked the beginning of his new journey, and he embraced it with open arms as he settled into his own bed. Thoughts buzzed with possibilities, eagerly anticipating what the future held for him and his children.

In the haze of drowsiness, his thoughts drifted to you.

"Will you haunt my dreams and slap me if I say my new boss is a feast for the eyes?" he blurted out, half-hoping the ghost of his late wife would hear him.

A soft chuckle escaped his lips, and moments later, sleep finally claimed him.

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A Glimpse Beyond Grief: Chapter 1

Characters: Toji Fushiguro x Reader | Office AU | Both characters are in their early 30s | toji is good daddy in this uwu

Synopsis: galactically intertwined journey of two souls: one navigating the depths of loss, the other offering a beacon of healing. through witty banter and unspoken connections, they find solace in unexpected places, uncovering the resilience of the human spirit and the power of love to mend even the most shattered hearts.

Content warning: profanity, (eventual) smut, highkey adult themed, can be psychologically and emotionally triggering for some so read with caution.

A/N: there might be a few typos. will fix them once i get home later :D

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Toji's integration into JJK Holdings marked the beginning of a positive turn for the company. His initial weeks on the job showcased not only his professional prowess but also his ability to seamlessly blend into the workplace culture. Armed with a wealth of experience and a versatile skill set, Toji quickly established himself as a valuable asset within the organization.

From the outset, Toji's work station was strategically placed right beside yours, a deviation from the conventional placement of executive assistants. This unique arrangement was a deliberate choice aimed at fostering efficient communication and easy accessibility. 

The camaraderie between you and Toji flourished effortlessly. The rapport that began during his final interview continued to evolve positively. Both of you displayed a natural inclination for engaging conversations, creating an atmosphere that transcended the typical professional hierarchy. Toji, in particular, appreciated the pleasant surprise of a welcoming lunch on his first day, a gesture that left a lasting impression.

In the short span of a few weeks, Toji's impact on the company became palpable. Beyond his exceptional work outputs, his insights into critical business matters proved invaluable. This was evident in the recent town hall meeting where the Chief Human Resources Officer shared the news of a doubling in overall revenue for the previous month.

The positive momentum extended to JJK Holdings' first face-to-face event since the onset of the pandemic. Toji's involvement in the event planning proved instrumental, contributing significantly to its success. His presence didn't go unnoticed, as distinguished guests recognized him, leading to fruitful networking opportunities. Three guests were so impressed that they decided to form strategic partnerships with JJK Holdings, culminating in the signing of two partnership contracts just a week ago. Notably, one of these contracts involved Gojo Enterprise, a major player in property and real estate development led by Gojo Satoru, last year's most influential business tycoon in Asia.

Toji and Satoru's history goes way back to their college days, where they both vied for the title of their alma mater's most outstanding pupil. The dynamic between the two was vividly on display at the recent event. Picture this: you're with Nanami Kento, your Associate Director from the learning and development department, when Satoru's voice echoes across the venue, calling out Toji's name. Cue the nerve-wracking jump scare. Initially, you thought a fight was brewing, only to discover that it was just their peculiar way of interacting – a mix of banter and wrestling, to be precise.

Knowing Satoru's penchant for bickering, you should have seen it coming. After all, you and Satoru share a history from your master's degree days at the same school. Toji, despite his displeasure, didn't back down. Instead, he pulled Satoru into a headlock, leaving onlookers both horrified and confused. Satoru, in his typical fashion, grinned like a madman while being manhandled by the visibly muscular Toji.

The second company to approach you wasn't after a partnership but sought to leverage your organization's services. Ms. Ieri Shoko, Founder, and CEO of CureWave Pharmaceuticals expressed interest in tapping into your talent acquisition expertise to aid in their expansion across Japan and other parts of Asia. Interestingly, Shoko is more than just a business contact; she's a childhood friend. In your earlier years, you contemplated a career in healthcare, a path Shoko embraced. However, your journey led you to oversee a human capital solutions company, a role uncertainly assumed, but one you inherited through your grandparents. JJK Holdings, established by them, became your responsibility upon your grandfather's passing. His trust in your skills, coupled with being his favorite grandchild, added a layer of significance to your role.

As the Executive Director in your third year, the organization has already soared under your leadership. With Toji now at your side, the potential for further growth feels limitless.

"Hey, Toji, mind if I ask you something?" you called out from your desk, amidst the task of arranging a meeting with your group heads.

"You're already asking a question," Toji retorted playfully. Without looking, you could almost picture the smug smirk he wore, prompting a playful eye roll from you.

Amidst crafting an email blast for event attendees, Toji's concentration broke with the sound of your voice. The email aimed to express gratitude and nurture potential collaborations by promptly reaching out to leads. You had instructed Toji to compose it, pending your approval for scheduling at the most opportune time.

"So, what's on your mind?" Toji inquired, stretching from his desk after finishing the emails.

"Before joining us, you applied to other companies, right?" you queried.

"Yeah, I did. Why?" Toji replied.

Tilting your head, your lips formed a pout of mild confusion. "Well, you mentioned that it took you five months to secure a job here. It's a bit puzzling considering your impressive credentials and the fact that esteemed business leaders know you and hold you in high regard."

Toji chuckled. "Well, the companies I applied to couldn't meet my salary expectations, or a handful of them thought I was overqualified. They appreciated my qualifications, but when it came to negotiating compensation, they hesitated to match my preferred amount. Truth be told, I actually undersold myself when applying here, just so I could finally land a job."

"Wait, really?" Your voice carried a note of astonishment as you processed his revelation.

Toji leaned back, a sheepish grin crossing his face as he shrugged. "Yeah, really. I guess I was just tired of the constant rejections and decided to take a chance here."

You shook your head with a mixture of disbelief and amusement. "So, you basically tricked us into hiring you for a bargain?"

His laughter filled the air, a warm and genuine sound that lightened the atmosphere. "Well, 'tricked' might be a strong word. Let's just say I saw an opportunity and seized it. And I've got no regrets."

"Unbelievable," you chuckled, shaking your head once more. "I can't decide if you're audacious or clever."

"To be fair, it worked out well for both parties," Toji remarked, his tone still lighthearted. "I landed a job, and you got yourself a skilled team member."

Leaning back in your chair, you wore a thoughtful expression. "True. But just remember, Toji, next time we negotiate your salary, I won't let you get away so easily."

Toji raised an eyebrow playfully. "Oh, really? And here I was hoping for a lifetime of discounted employment."

The air was light with laughter, the bond between you and Toji growing with every shared moment. As the laughter subsided, Toji's playful demeanor shifted, and his expression turned earnest. "I owe you, you know. You saved my ass."

You tilted your head, a mischievous grin playing on your lips. "Consider it part of the 'discounted employment' package: endless gratitude and the occasional coffee run for the boss."

Toji's eyes widened in feigned shock. "A catch! I knew it. But a few cups of coffee are a small price for salvation."

Another burst of laughter echoed in the room, creating a momentary bubble of warmth. When it settled, you rose from your chair, stretching fatigued limbs. "Speaking of coffee, it’s midday. Care to join me for a cup?" you proposed, approaching his desk.

"Sure. Just need to wrap up this draft," Toji replied, his focus on the monitor. You positioned yourself beside him, your arm casually draped over his office chair, and your gaze fell upon the email drafts. A smile danced on your lips. His eloquence shone brightly in his words.

"Hey, big guy, you've got a typo right here," you observed, pointing out the minor error.

"Woops. Don’t deduct that from my paycheck. I’ll do better next time, boss." Toji joked, earning a playful smack on his shoulders from you. Laughter spilled through the office, infusing it with a comfortable warmth.

"Oh, you can be sure I'll be cashing in that favor at the most unexpected moment," you declared, a playful lilt in your voice.

Toji chuckled, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "I'll be ready and waiting, boss."

With a final shared grin, you both headed for the office exit. The break room was close, and the idea of a hot cup of coffee was too tempting to resist. As you walked, conversation flowed effortlessly from work matters to lighter topics, deepening the camaraderie.

In the break room, you both fixed your preferred brews, the coffee scent filling the air as you leaned against the counter. Toji took a sip, visibly pleased.

"This is the real fuel that keeps me going," he quipped, nodding at his cup.

You raised yours. "To caffeine, the unsung hero of productivity."

Cups clinked, laughter followed. Even with the gloomy weather outside, the cheerful vibe persisted. Amidst sips, you found a brief respite from work.

"I hope the rain stops soon. It’s been raining for a while, right?" you observed, looking at the raindrops against the window. Toji agreed.

"Yeah, I'm hoping for that too. Traveling is a hassle in the rain. Traffic becomes unbearable, and I end up getting home late," Toji shared, a touch of discomfort in his expression.

Curious about his family life, you asked, "When you work on-site, who takes care of your kids?"

"My in-laws. They're nearby, so they help with the kids when I'm here."

Nodding, you said, "It's nice that you have a good relationship with your in-laws."

"I owe them a lot. They took care of Megumi and Tsumiki when I was still grieving over my wife," Toji shared, taking another sip.

A warm smile appeared as you asked, "You have two daughters?"

Toji chuckled and shook his head. "No, I have a daughter and a son. I named him 'Megumi' to signify his role as a blessing in our lives. It might sound sentimental, but during my wife's pregnancy with him, there were more challenges compared to when she was expecting our daughter. The doctor mentioned a high risk for both him and my wife. He was also born prematurely and had to spend some time in the NICU after his birth."

As Toji delved into his personal life, his gaze became distant, as if he were revisiting memories, both joyful and painful. His storytelling held an inexplicable allure, captivating you. You felt drawn to his narrative, like a moth to a flame, and in this scenario, Toji was the flame.

Attempting to suppress the fluttering butterflies proved futile; the more you resisted, the stronger your heart's rhythm echoed, amplifying the emotions welling up inside you as you looked at your right-hand man. It wasn’t entirely your fault – the guy was undeniably attractive. His face, his hair, and, oh god, his physique. You had to avert your eyes during his final interview. And his voice? Unbelievable. You didn’t mean to ogle at somebody else’s husband, but damn.

Meanwhile, Toji grappled with a whirlwind of emotions—longing, shame, sadness, hope, and confusion. His wife remained a sensitive subject, yet he found himself freely discussing her with you. It was only the second time her name had come up in your conversations, yet there was a growing sense of comfort in sharing his feelings with you.

Toji spent a significant amount of time deciphering the emotions within him. He concluded that what he felt towards you was akin to the "suspension bridge effect." Amidst grappling with depression, grief, and a string of job rejections, you emerged as his unexpected savior. You became the catalyst that propelled him from point A to point B. Not that he was financially destitute during his unemployment period—quite the opposite. However, successive setbacks left him grappling with a sense of inadequacy.

In essence, you helped him put his life back in motion.

However, even after settling on this conclusion, he couldn't deny the palpable connection between the two of you. Toji was certain that you felt it too. Yet, like him, you were navigating the maze of your own emotions. For all he knew, you had your own personal circumstances. But when the day arrived for both of you to face each other and your burgeoning feelings, Toji was more than willing to explore that with you.

"How old is Megumi now?" you inquired curiously. Toji responded with a gentle, paternal smile: "He's turning eight in three months."

"Really? Can I..." Your voice trailed off, gradually growing softer. Toji noticed the change and turned his gaze toward you, silently encouraging you to continue. Meeting his eyes, you found the strength to speak once more: "Can I give him a birthday gift?"

"Absolutely, you're more than welcome to," Toji chuckled, placing his empty cup aside.

You smiled and said, "Please tell me what he likes, so I can get the right gift for him."

"Try books. He loves to read," Toji said, then shortly after, a laugh slipped through his lips as he thought of something about his son, "From the amount of content he’s consumed through reading, he’s becoming a smartass by the day, though it’s also safe to say he got that part of his personality from me."

"Oh, I wouldn’t be surprised," you teased, earning a cheeky squeeze on your sides.

If it weren’t for your lightning reflexes, you would have coffee spilled all over you. "Hey! Watch it!" You said to him, but your tone and delivery sounded anything but annoyed.

If anything, the gesture made your heart jump. In just a short period of time, the two of you became so close that you're comfortable poking each other and addressing one another without any honorifics. The line between superior and subordinate has vanished. It's not that you're uptight about superiority, but rather that your relationship has evolved beyond traditional hierarchies.

After the incident, something clicked, and you realized that the crush you've been harboring for Toji had finally taken hold. Much to your dismay (or not.) His demeanor that day completely enchanted you, and it's fair to say he effortlessly charmed his way into your heart without even trying.

The question now is: will you act on these feelings and pursue him?

The honest truth is, you're not quite sure, at least not yet. It's clear that Toji still holds onto the memories of his late wife, and you want to be respectful of that. At this point, you believe it's best to let things unfold naturally and see where life takes the two of you.

"So, you're ready to go back?" Toji inquired, turning to you after washing his cup.

You nodded and rinsed yours as well, saying, "Yup, let's head back."

After a much-needed caffeine refill, you both returned to your office to resume your tasks. Engrossing conversations about everything under the sun filled the day. Time flew by rapidly as you became absorbed in both work and dialogue. When you eventually checked your phone, it was already 5:00 p.m.

Toji stood up, stretching for what seemed like the umpteenth time that day. "I hope the traffic isn't too bad," he commented, glancing out the window to check if the rain had stopped, thankfully finding that it had.

"Perhaps you should consider moving closer to the office," you suggested as you organized your belongings. "That way, you won't have to worry about heavy traffic or long travel times."

"I am considering that, but the kids are still in school," Toji replied, "so I might have to wait until the school year's over before we can move."

"I suppose moving abruptly would also stress them out."

"Yeah, that's another factor. Well, are you ready to go?" Toji asked, standing by the door while waiting for you to finish gathering your things.

"Yeah, let's—"

"Y/N."

A deep, commanding voice suddenly resonated within your once peaceful office. Upon hearing it, you stood frozen in place, your heart racing for all the wrong reasons, all of which didn't go unnoticed by your executive assistant, and his eyes trailed to the man standing by your office door.

After a few seconds, you begrudgingly decided to acknowledge your visitor.

"Kenjaku."

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A Glimpse Beyond Grief: Chapter 2

Characters: Toji Fushiguro x Reader | Office AU | Both characters are in their early 30s | toji is good daddy in this uwu

Synopsis: galactically intertwined journey of two souls: one navigating the depths of loss, the other offering a beacon of healing. through witty banter and unspoken connections, they find solace in unexpected places, uncovering the resilience of the human spirit and the power of love to mend even the most shattered hearts.

Content warning: profanity, (eventual) smut, highkey adult themed, can be psychologically and emotionally triggering for some so read with caution.

A/N: there might be a few typos. will fix them once i get home later :D

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"Kento, thoughts on this?"

You shared your concerns with your associate director, currently presenting his report during the weekly meeting with your group heads. The session was progressing well, with this month's revenue breaking records again after finalizing the partnership with Gojo Enterprise. The influx of inquiries from other companies kept everyone busy, a challenge you welcomed.

Toji, seated beside you, diligently recorded meeting minutes and contributed insights, especially during Kong Shiu's presentation, the head of your BFSI business unit. Toji collaborated closely with Kong Shiu on certain projects, but ultimately reported directly to you.

Nanami nodded in response to your inquiry. "Yes, according to Gojo-san, our current pace aligns with our agenda. He stressed maintaining service quality as crucial. The partnership has garnered attention, and upholding our standards is paramount."

Leaning back, you considered Nanami's response. "Good to hear. Quality remains non-negotiable as we scale up. We can't afford to compromise and damage our reputation."

Nanami remained composed. "Agreed. I've discussed resource allocation with team leads. We'll handle increased workload intelligently without compromising performance."

As the meeting progressed, Toji contributed, "I've reviewed potential synergies with Gojo Enterprise. Tech implementation stands out as an area where our teams could complement each other."

Nanami showed interest. "Excellent point, Fushiguro-san. Let's set up a meeting with their tech leads to explore these synergies."

You agreed, "Worth pursuing. Coordinate with their team and see if we can arrange something for next week."

The meeting continued with energy, ideas flowing, and plans taking shape. The partnership with Gojo Enterprise had opened opportunities, and your team aimed to leverage them.

After adjournment, Toji lingered. "I'll draft a proposal for joint tech exploration and run it by you before sending it to Satoru."

"Sounds good," you replied, appreciating Toji's proactive approach.

As everyone dispersed, Nanami approached, cautious before expressing his thoughts. "It's reassuring how well things are progressing. The team cohesion is stronger than ever. It should keep him at bay, or, with luck, we can finally shake him off."

You smiled, acknowledging his observation. "Teamwork and adaptability are our strengths. Let's maintain this momentum. Kento, thanks for your insights. I can imagine the effort, despite my reminders to take it easy."

Nanami nodded. "Of course, anytime. I want him out of the picture pronto."

You sighed, looking at your senior director. "Me too, Nii-san. Me too."

Toji observed the interaction between you and Nanami, later discovering he was your big brother. Upon realizing the resemblance, he understood why some mistook you for twins. Despite the age difference, you maintained a professional demeanor at work, surprising Toji when he learned about your relationship.

Returning to your office, your confidence in your team's abilities was evident. Once in the safety of your workspace, you released a slightly shaky breath, realizing you had been holding it during your walk from the boardroom. Toji, ever-observant, had been watching you but remained silent until you were both back in your shared office.

"Everything okay?" he asked as you settled at your desk, noting the unreadable expression that shifted into a rehearsed smile when you faced him.

"Yeah, just a bit tired from the meeting," you replied.

Toji hummed, settling at his desk to resume his tasks. Memories of the day Kenjaku visited replayed in his mind. He recalled the odd look on your face when Kenjaku entered, sensing the animosity between you two. Most of it emanated from you, your eyes shooting daggers at Kenjaku, who reveled in the confrontation with a smug smile.

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The man's smile oozed smugness, his posture radiating self-assurance. Toji observed the interaction with a nonchalant air, his instincts signaling that this encounter held more depth than apparent.

You held your ground, a façade of composure concealing the turmoil brewing beneath the surface. Toji's sharp eyes shifted between you and Kenjaku, a flicker of intrigue igniting in the depths of his gaze.

As unspoken tension thickened the air, Toji found himself an unwitting spectator to a history shrouded in secrecy.

Kenjaku's voice flowed smoothly, carrying an unearned familiarity that echoed through the room. His eyes bore into yours with a dangerous mix of amusement and shadows.

"Kenjaku," you replied evenly, your voice a masterclass in masking the storm within.

Kenjaku advanced, his movements calculated, invading your personal space with the ease of a predator. "You're looking well," he remarked casually, as if the years between you were nothing more than a fleeting moment.

Your jaw tensed, every muscle poised against the instinct to step back. "Cut to the chase, Kenjaku. What do you want?"

He chuckled softly, the sound grating on your nerves like a dissonant melody. Toji's frown deepened as he observed, the room's tension a silent ballet of wills.

Kenjaku's smile turned predatory, revealing the hidden fangs beneath charm. "You've done well for yourself. JJK Holdings, partnering with Gojo Enterprise. Quite the success story."

Arms folded, you defended with a defiant grace. "I'm not here for pleasantries. If you have something to say, say it."

Toji's gaze flicked to your hands, the subtle tremor betraying the composed exterior. His concern deepened, a silent promise to intervene if needed.

Kenjaku's eyes narrowed, the charm slipping away to reveal the cold calculation beneath. "You always had a sharp tongue. But some things never change, Y/N."

Toji remained steadfast, the lines of readiness etched into his features. Your nostrils flared with a potent mix of anger and frustration. "I'm not afraid of you anymore, Kenjaku. Your games won't work."

Kenjaku's expression darkened, the mask crumbling further. "We'll see, Y/N. We'll see."

Eye contact lingered, anger boiling within. It took everything in you not to succumb to the impulse to slap him. As Kenjaku made his way to the door, his eyes landed on Toji, a sly smile playing on his lips.

"Ah, and who might you be?" Kenjaku's voice carried amusement, a calculated interest.

Toji leaned against a nearby table, his posture a blend of nonchalance and quiet confidence. "Fushiguro Toji, Y/N's Executive Assistant."

Recognition flickered in Kenjaku's eyes, a fleeting memory trying to resurface. "Ah, an executive assistant. How quaint."

Toji's lips curled into a knowing smile, his tone casual yet laced with an underlying challenge. "Indeed, quite quaint. But even the most ordinary roles can play a part in remarkable stories."

Tension thickened as a verbal spar unfolded. Kenjaku's arrogant smirk met Toji's confident gaze. "Well, it's good to see that some find contentment in such… supporting roles."

"Supporting roles often hold the threads of the story together, ensuring the narrative's success." Toji's response was a masterful blend of cleverness and professionalism; his words served as a shield of support for you, skillfully countering Kenjaku's implications.

However, Toji wasn't the only one adept in the art of subtle jabs. Kenjaku's attention shifted to you, but his words were directed at your executive assistant, a man visibly measuring your visitor. "Yes, yes... I'm sure Y/N picked you among her seas of applicants for your... capabilities," he turned to Toji, a sick smile playing on his face. "As someone who knows her so well, you're in good hands, Fushiguro-san."

Kenjaku's words dripped with innuendo, a vile implication that sent a chill down your spine. You understood the insinuation, feeling a deep sense of disgust – not towards yourself as Kenjaku perceived, but rather at the twisted conclusions he drew due to your past involvement with him. Meeting his gaze with a calm demeanor, you concealed the tumultuous emotions swirling within.

Toji's response was a seamless fusion of level-headedness and a touch of cheekiness; his words carefully chosen as a retort. "It's always reassuring to provide valuable assistance to a highly respected colleague."

An uneasy tension lingered as Kenjaku's gaze shifted from you to Toji, as if he were peering into the depths of something he shouldn't be privy to. With an arrogant smirk revealing concealed intentions, he slowly backed away. "Ah, well then, I shan't keep you any longer. You both seem to have been having a really good conversation before I arrived."

Kenjaku turned and left the room, his departure leaving behind a residue of tension that slowly dissipated yet never truly disappeared.

As the door closed behind him, you exchanged a brief glance with Toji, the shared unease unspoken yet palpable. Then, for a split second, the lump you had been suppressing surged upwards, choking you with a whirlwind of emotions.

"Y/N!" Toji's voice carried urgency as he swiftly moved to your side, a pillar of support in the aftermath of Kenjaku's unsettling presence.

Slumping down on the floor, you felt the weight of the encounter crash down upon you, your body reacting to the overwhelming stress in a way that you couldn't control. As you expelled the contents of your stomach, the taste of bile on your tongue was a bitter reminder of the toxicity that still lingered from your past.

Toji's hand found its place on your back, rubbing comfortingly as he tried to offer solace amid the storm raging within you. His other hand fumbled for his phone in his pocket, the urgency of the situation driving him to seek help from anyone who could offer support.

Frustrated tears streamed down your face, mingling with the remnants of nausea. The sudden and unwelcome intrusion of your ex-husband had shattered the carefully constructed walls you had built to keep him at bay. The image of his smug smile was seared into your mind, each flash of memory a fresh wave of distress.

Your body convulsed with coughs, and your chest tightened with each intake of air. Toji remained steadfast, his presence a stabilizing force amidst the chaos. He murmured words of reassurance; the sound was a lifeline that helped ground you even as your panic threatened to consume you.

Moments later, the door swung open with a sense of urgency, and Nanami burst into the room. His usually composed demeanor was replaced with raw concern as his gaze landed on his sister, trembling and broken on the floor. He knelt down beside you, his touch gentle yet firm as he sought to offer his support.

Nanami's eyes held a mix of frustration and protectiveness; he had witnessed the toll Kenjaku's presence took on you before, and the sight of your suffering struck a nerve within him. He gently reached out, his hand finding yours in a comforting grip. "Y/N," His voice was soft but unwavering, a lifeline echoing Toji's earlier attempts to anchor you. "You're safe now. He's gone."

But just like any other attack, their words flew by you, distant echoes in the midst of your overwhelming turmoil. You were trapped in a whirlwind of emotions, your chest constricting with anxiety and pain. The memory of Kenjaku's smug smile and cutting words replayed like a haunting melody in your mind, each note reverberating with the memories of past wounds.

As you trembled, unable to find your voice, you felt Nanami's arms wrap around you in a protective embrace. The warmth of his presence and the strong beat of his heart against your back provided a sense of solace; his touch was a silent promise that he was there for you and that he wouldn't let you face this alone. His grip tightened as he held you close, his voice a whisper against your ear. "I'm here, Y/N. You're not alone. Not anymore. Not ever."

But even in the safety of his arms, the pain persisted, the memories too vivid to ignore. Tears streamed down your face as you struggled to regain control over your racing heartbeat. The suffocating weight of fear and anger pressed down on you, threatening to overwhelm your senses.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. It's my fault. I failed you again today." Nanami’s words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of his own guilt and turmoil; his tone was heavy with regret and self-blame.

You turned your head slightly, seeking his eyes through tear-blurred vision. His gaze was earnest, filled with a mixture of remorse and affection. In that moment, you saw not just your older brother but a man who had carried his own burdens and regrets, a man who had always tried to protect you, even from the demons of the past.

Toji, once again a star witness to yet another spectacle he's probably not allowed to see, continued to observe from a respectful distance. His expression was a mix of concern and understanding. He watched as Nanami cradled you in his arms, offering the comfort that only a brother's embrace could provide.

As your tears gradually subsided and your breathing began to steady, you were too tired and drained to speak. Nanami's grip remained firm, an unspoken promise that he would stand by your side through it all. In the midst of the lingering pain and vulnerability, you finally found peace in the presence of those who cared for you—a reminder that you were not defined by the scars of your past.

However, your eyes still looked distant, a complete contrast to the ones that Toji was used to. When you turned to him, your eyes somehow regained their clarity, and the sight sent shivers down his spine. The scene felt hauntingly familiar to him, a poignant reflection of the depths he had once sunk into during his grieving days after the loss of his wife. It was as though he could see the shadows of his own past in the turmoil you were experiencing. He had been lost in a similar type of pain and despair until Megumi and Tsumiki helped him stand up again and start anew.

You mumbled something under your breath; it sounded so faint, but both of them heard you loud and clear.

"I'm sorry."

The weight of those words hung in the air, carrying layers of meaning that resonated with the shared experiences of pain and redemption. Toji's gaze held a mixture of empathy and recognition, silently acknowledging the complexities of healing and the journey toward self-forgiveness.

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The day slipped by effortlessly, and before anyone realized it, the clock had already struck five, signaling the end of the workday. Toji was in the midst of organizing his belongings when he noticed you still engrossed in your laptop, your fingers dancing across the keyboard.

"You're not heading home yet?" His question held a hint of concern as he slung his backpack over his shoulder, his gaze lingering on you, absorbed in your work.

"Hm, not just yet. I need to wrap this up in time for our meeting with Satoru next week."

After gathering his belongings, Toji walked over to your desk and peeked at what you were working on—the proposal for the partnership. "If you want, I can work on that at home. Just email me the key points, and I'll have it ready by Friday."

You met Toji's gaze with a mixture of reluctance and relief in your eyes. Despite wanting to refuse his offer, your gratitude betrayed you, causing a chuckle to escape Toji's lips. He affectionately ruffled your hair with one hand and suggested, "Leave it to me, Y/N. Head home and get some rest."

A grateful smile formed on your lips, and in an uncharacteristic move, you leaned gently into the warmth of his hand, now cozily resting on your shoulder. Such familiarity between a supervisor and her subordinate might raise eyebrows, but the fatigue coursing through you outweighed any adherence to protocol. And in all honesty, it had been so long since you'd experienced any semblance of softness and warmth that your hormones were acting up. You couldn't help but feel slightly self-conscious as it physically manifested through the apples of your cheeks.

Besides, ever since that pivotal day, the seed of a harmless crush had deepened its roots, evolving into something more profound. While you hesitated to label it love, you were certain you were hurtling in that direction at the speed of light.

However, your musings on Toji's feelings for you were less certain. Was he merely being a steadfast friend, or was he forging a deeper connection? Or did your own self-doubt misconstrue his intentions as pity, stemming from witnessing your vulnerability?

"I'll leave it to you then, Toji. Thank you," you replied to him, to which he responded with a gentleman-like nod. You smiled at the gesture before standing up to stretch your very tired limbs. You were practically glued to your seat, so sore all over your body that a tiny whimper escaped your lips.

"Just doing my job," Toji said, his voice laced with mirth.

"Make sure to plot in your timesheet that you allotted overtime hours, so it gets measured by the payroll team," you reminded him as you gathered your own belongings. Toji chuckled at this and nodded again as a response, but it was soon followed by a cheeky reply, "Thanks, boss."

You snorted at his remark and playfully smacked him on the chest. A shared laugh filled the room, and your eyes briefly met before you pulled away to finish tidying up, preparing to head home and rest. The journey to the elevator was enveloped in a comfortable silence, punctuated by the occasional brush of your hands. Each accidental collision sparked a wave of warmth in your chest, and Toji's ears showed a hint of crimson. He contemplated whether to pull his hand away or yield to the desire to grab yours and hold it tight. Ever since that day, something stronger and more compelling had stirred within Toji.

What he had been denying to himself since your paths crossed was becoming clearer. It wasn't just gratitude; it was a genuine attraction that burned and ate away at him the more time he spent with you.

As you waited for the elevator, Toji broke the silence by asking, "Are you free this weekend?"

"Hm? Yes, why?" Your voice betrayed a subtle excitement, and your heart raced. Is this what you think it is?

"Well, I was kind of thinking of inviting you to come along with me and the kids to an animal shelter we visit monthly," Toji started. He cleared his throat and scratched a spot on his nape, a nervous habit. "Tsumiki, my daughter, and well… Megumi too, they love animals, and so we have this tradition of volunteering at the shelter near our neighborhood. If you want, you can tag along and, you know, relax. Not that working at an animal shelter would help you relax, but at least, it would keep your mind preoccupied." He chuckled sheepishly.

A genuine smile dawned on your face. You couldn't help but appreciate that he wasn't outright addressing what happened a couple of days ago, as you weren't quite ready to have that conversation. You looked at him, and this time, you were rather bold with your actions as you subtly batted your eyelashes at your executive assistant, saying, "I'd love to." The air seemed to crackle with unspoken emotions, and Toji's gaze held a mixture of relief and anticipation, a silent acknowledgment of the uncharted territory your relationship was treading.

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Lost in Paradise

★ characters: uzui tengen x reader X sanemi shinazugawa | modern au

★ plot summary: what happens when two people are left alone in a deserted island with no way of communicating with the outside world? they fall in love, of course.

★ fic playlist: TBA

★ content warnings : smut, profanity, implied adultery/cheating, slightly graphic.

a/n: this was just an idea that came up to me randomly and i immediately want to write it, so here it is. i know i have a lot of fics uploaded at the moment and i'm so behind on updates, but i can't help it. i also miss writing for tengen, but don't worry, once things have finally calmed down, i will get back to writing. i also really don't want to force myself to write as it will affect the quality of the story so i opted to write only when i'm in the mood.

anyway! i hope you enjoy this one the way you enjoyed parallel lines and invisible strings! also, speaking of tengen, the epilogue for invisible strings is currently underway so keep an eye on that too.

as always! comments and feed backs are highly appreciated! <3

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“Good afternoon, passengers. This is the pre-boarding announcement for flight 89B to Rome. We are now inviting those passengers with small children and any passengers requiring special assistance to begin boarding at this time. Please have your boarding pass and identification ready. Regular boarding will begin in approximately ten minutes. Thank you.”

"That's our cue. Let's go, babe." You looked up from the book you were reading, still a bit dazed as you were so deep into the novel you were reading. Still, you held out your hand to your fiance, to which Sanemi gladly intertwined your fingers as you walked and boarded the plane.

He looked over to you with a loving smile on his face and said, "Let me guess, you want to sit by the window?"

You giggled, "You know me so well."

"I learned my lesson the last time I took the window seat." Sanemi chuckled

It was during your first anniversary trip to Peru when your fiance took the window seat. You said you didn't mind, but it was written all over your face that you were slightly upset at that time. Since then, Sanemi has let you sit by the window on your succeeding trips.

Window seats are universally loved by nearly everyone, but you have a very specific reason as to why you prefer to sit there than anywhere else. You're a writer yourself, and when you travel, you like to look around as much as possible in hopes of finding your next inspiration for your next novel. It can be something as miniscule as a street sign or something grandiose like witnessing someone get proposed to.

Your last novel was inspired by a woman jogging with her golden retriever, and as usual, your book was a success and was hailed as your best-selling piece. You won multiple awards, held multiple book signings both locally and internationally, and guested on multiple interviews. Just a few years ago, your debut novel was turned into a movie, and it was a blockbuster hit.

"And that's why you're the best fiance ever." you said as you gave him a smooch on the cheeks after settling down on your seat.

"I used to love being called the best boyfriend ever, but being called the best fiance is better."

"Wait til I call you the best husband ever after we get married." You said with a chuckle.

"Oh, I would love that. Can't wait to see you walk down that aisle; just thinking about it brings tears to my eyes." Sanemi confessed as he sported a dreamy look on his face, to which you responded by giving him another kiss, but on his lips this time.

"Me too, baby."

“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome onboard Flight 89B with service from Tokyo to Rome. We are currently third in line for takeoff and are expected to be in the air in approximately fourteen hours time. We ask that you please fasten your seatbelts at this time and secure all baggage underneath your seat or in the overhead compartments. We also ask that your seats and table trays be in the upright position for takeoff. Please turn off all personal electronic devices, including laptops and cell phones. Smoking is prohibited for the duration of the flight. Thank you for choosing  Japan Airlines. Enjoy your flight.”

You met Sanemi through a mutual friend when he tagged along on your trip to Okinawa. He was the best friend of your best friend's boyfriend. You didn't like him at first because he was so grouchy when you first met, but as you got to know him more over the trip, you realized he was just as soft as he was gruff; it's just not his style to be upfront about his emotions.

Sanemi was the first to confess.

After your trip to Okinawa, you gave each other's phone numbers and social media profiles and have kept in touch ever since. You're not one to spend ungodly hours on your phone, but after meeting him, you would check your phone for any notifications from him. It came to a point where you would check your phone first thing in the morning after waking up.

Sanemi fell first, but you definitely fell harder.

Mitsuri, your best friend showed no mercy in teasing you when you first opened up about your budding infatuation towards his friend because you really did dislike him when you first met him.

You were so hellbent on not associating yourself with Sanemi ever again, but here you are, three years later, happily engaged to him.

Love truly moves in mysterious ways.

Sanemi kissed you back, "I love you so much. Thank you for saying yes."

Feeling your own tears well up in your eyes, you tried to brush it off by giggling, "I love you too, Sanemi."

*

Three hours into your flight from Tokyo to Rome, your book had been forgotten, and you were now snuggled close to Sanemi, who was reading the newest reports about his favorite basketball team on his tablet. He was also doing some extra work to kill time. 

You don't know shit about basketball or sports in general, but you don't mind listening to him babble on about his hobbies the way he would listen to you fangirl about the novels you've been reading.

While he watched the video, he had one arm comfortably wrapped around your shoulders, lulling you to sleep as he urged you to take a nap because you wouldn't be able to reach your destination for another eleven hours or so.

You were finally sound asleep when the pilot's voice broke out across the plane, his voice clearly tinged with urgency.

"Good day, everyone. I'm sorry to interrupt your peaceful trip, but I'd like to let everyone know that we will be experiencing some hard turbulence, but don't worry, we will do our best to keep everyone safe. Make sure your seatbelts are properly fastened—"

Everything unfolded so quickly.

You were about to turn to face Sanemi when he seized you in his arms, and everything went black in an instant.

*

“Y/N!!!”

You screamed as you bolted awake from your deep slumber

"Oh, you're finally awake."

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Lost in Paradise: Chapter 1

★ characters: uzui tengen x reader X sanemi shinazugawa | modern au ★ plot summary: what happens when two people are left alone in a deserted island with no way of communicating with the outside world? they fall in love, of course. ★ fic playlist: TBA ★ content warnings : smut, profanity, implied adultery/cheating, slightly graphic.

a/n: aaaand here's the first chapter! thank you so much for waiting and thank you for all the likes, reblogs and comments! they made me really happy. means a lot, so thank you thank you. <3 i am genuinely surprised that the prologue is doing well considering this is a pretty cliche plot lol but i will do my best!

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Murmurs may be heard from a distance, but Sanemi couldn't comprehend what they were saying, let alone who was speaking. He generally has excellent hearing, but they all sound like they're chewing their words.

He could also feel great pain all throughout his body, as if he were being hurled around or slammed against a wall, but he couldn't quite express his discomfort; it's like there was tape plastered on his lips, preventing him from being able to speak.

This has been going on for, who knows, how long? It's as if he's imprisoned in a horrible sleep paralysis, and no matter how hard he tries to get free, he still can't break free.

"What did they say? "

"Nothing," Obanai shook his head, scorn on his face as he scrolled through his phone, "if they can't locate any more survivors in the next five days, they'll declare everyone else dead or MIA."

"No way..."

Mitsuri clenched her hands around her lips, tears streaming down her cheeks.

It's been a week since your plane crashed, and thankfully, Sanemi survived. He fell immediately into the water, but because he was wearing a life vest, he managed to live. He did, however, have a severe spinal injury as a result of how hard he fell. He was unconscious by the time the rescuers found him three days after the incident.

Even though your two best friends wanted to rejoice over your fiance's survival, they couldn't since you were still missing.

According to the news, the plane you were on had mechanical flaws that were not detected by the crew, so the pilot was unable to execute an emergency landing until you were well into your journey. He lost control of the plane, which ultimately exploded and plummeted in the middle of the ocean.

It's been a week since the catastrophe, and the rescuers have been working constantly, but they have yet to discover you and a few other passengers. In truth, there were far more victims than survivors.

Although the doctor indicated that he is presently in stable condition, he is not fully out of the woods because he will require additional tests once he finally wakes up. Given the severity of his fall, there is a good chance that he is fully paralyzed from the waist down to his feet. There's also the possibility  that he'll remain in a vegetative state, considering Sanemi suffered from severe brain damage as well.

Obanai isn't the kind of person who likes to openly display his emotions, but every time he looks at his best friend, tears well up in his eyes, and his chest tightens with tremendous grief and worry for his dear friend.

He finds it extra difficult to look at Sanemi since he isn't used to seeing him in this way. His friend has always been boisterous and outgoing, but now that he's in the hospital, he's nearly lifeless and barely recognizable due to several facial injuries, a fractured neck, and a shattered jaw.

And the thought of telling him that you did not survive the plane accident would always send him into a tailspin.

With a heavy and unsteady exhale, he shifted his gaze away from Sanemi and back to his lover, pulling her into a tight hug. And as they collided, Mitsuri could hear Obanai's shaky breathing, meaning he was going through another panic attack.

"They still have five days to find Y/N. Let's not assume they won't find her; instead, let's trust they will. And by the time she returns, Sanemi will have regained consciousness, and we will be by their side as they recuperate." Obanai told Mitsuri as he comforted her.

Every word he spoke was laced with a prayer, hoping that it would strengthen their wish and that you would be able to hear them and finally come back home safely.

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“Y/N!!!”

You screamed as you bolted awake from your deep slumber

"Oh, you're finally awake." 

You jerked your head towards the unknown voice, but before you could see who it was, you felt a tremendous amount of sharpshooting pain all throughout your body. Thankfully, Tengen was fast to respond to you despite his own injuries.

"Be careful; your wounds haven't completely healed, and you have a fractured leg and hips."

Since you were so preoccupied with grasping practically everything, his words did nothing except fly over your head.

The last thing you recalled was sleeping on Sanemi's shoulder when you heard the pilot's announcement, followed by a thunderous explosion from the plane's tail, and now you're in the middle of nowhere with a stranger.

Tengen knelt at your level but kept his distance so as not to scare or overwhelm you because you're already taking in so much in such a short space of time.

"Given that we're stranded on an island with very few resources, I could only give you treatments that were plausible, but I think it's safe to say you're out of the woods. At least for now. You were lucky your injuries were only minor to moderate," the man in front of you explained softly as he fixed the makeshift splint he made for your right leg and hips.

"A-ahh—" you winced as you felt pain in your hips. Tengen peered at you with worried eyes.

"I'm sorry, but please bear with me for a while; I'm just adjusting the splint; nevertheless, please let me know if the discomfort is too intense."

"Where are we? A-and who are you?"

"I was one of the passengers on the plane. We were flying over the ocean when the aircraft malfunctioned and crashed. I somehow ended up being drifted by the current to this island. Unfortunately, I don't know where exactly we are, but two days after the incident, I saw you drifting near the shore. It's been five days since then," Tengen explained.

"Five days plus the other two days make it a week since the plane crash."

Panic began to loom over you as you remembered one crucial thing, and then you began to glance around for your fiance, only to be confronted with nothing but the ocean and a desolate island, and your heart sank.

"What about Sanemi? I-I mean, when you saw me drifting in the sea, were you able to find another passenger? His name is Sanemi; he's my fiancé; he has white hair and very prominent features, and as far as I can remember, we were really close when the plane exploded. P-Please tell me you were able to rescue him as well."

You were sobbing and yelling at the innocent man at this point, hoping and praying that Sanemi was also safe and sound.

"At the very least, tell me he's alive! He has to be!"

Tengen's pained expression deepened, as did his sadness for you, as he watched you spiral as you looked for your partner, as if he'd appear if you squinted harder.

To be honest, you were really fortunate to survive with only minor to moderate injuries. A catastrophe of such magnitude is almost certain to kill everyone involved in an instant or, at the very least, cause long-term complications.

"I checked the perimeter of the island to see if there were any more stray passengers, but sadly, you were the first and last one I spotted. I’m sorry"

“No… That can’t be.”

Despite being a doctor–a healthcare provider, Tengen's ability to comfort others was not his greatest strength; in fact, he had very weak communication skills. He normally relies on the nurses at the hospital where he works for assistance if one of his patients needs a shoulder to lean on.

Tengen sat there frozen, feeling dumb, as you sank further into your emotions, big tears streaming down your cheeks as you grieved for your lover.

"This is hardly good news, but hear me out: as long as we're both safe, we can still get out of this, and who knows, maybe your fiance is also safe; for sure, they're still performing rescue operations, and maybe your fiance was located and saved. Let's try our best to survive till help arrives, okay?"

While you processed his words, silence prevailed in the area. It's possible that Sanemi received help sooner and is already back home, most likely healing from his own injuries and trauma.

Maybe he's alive and well and is waiting for you to come home.

Or he's already sixty feet deep in the ocean, lifeless. 

"Ah, no–" You shook your intrusive thoughts away as fast as they came. You looked like a cartoon character as you did that.

Tengen was taken aback by the abrupt and out-of-character gesture (considering your current predicament). As he watched you and waited for you to process your emotions, a small voice resonated from his head.

Cute

And as quickly as the thought occurred to him, he slapped it away. You're bawling your eyes out, longing for your partner, and he's checking you out?

So not the time, and not to mention, you're both taken.

Just like you, he's already in a "committed" relationship with someone.

He was on his way to Rome to attend school for six months, as his father had commanded since they were aiming to grow their business. Being a doctor had never been his dream and was only forced onto him by his father since his family came from a clan of doctors, so naturally, he "should" follow suit. 

He was dreading the day he will leave for school, but one thing that enticed him was the fact that he will go alone and Makio will stay in Japan; then came the plane crash and your current situation.

Not that he loves his own wife in the same way you do your fiance, for he and Makio married for convenience and their parents' desires. It may sound so wrong and so morbid, but he feels slightly relieved that he was finally granted the space he has been yearning for.

It's as if he wished for the plane crash to happen just to get away from the people who continue to tether him to the ground with their selfish reasons.

You have finally managed to calm down. Albeit still feeling like shit, a small part of you feels a bit more optimistic.

"Sorry for lashing out on you like that."

Tengen smiled and said, "It's okay. Your feelings are valid."

After your (rightful) emotional outburst, you finally have it in you to properly face the kind stranger who helped you.

"My name's y/n, l/n y/n, and you are?"

"Uzui Tengen. I'm a doctor, by the way, so you're at least assured you're in good hands." Tengen said with a chuckle, "Thank you. I really appreciate your help."

"You're welcome. Now, let's get you situated. While you were still unconscious, I was trying to catch fish so that we could eat together. I've managed to catch a few; let me just start a fire so we can finally cook them. You’re still fairly injured, so just take it easy for now."

“Okay…”

Tengen was ready to go to work on the campfire when he turned around and extended his hand in your direction.

"What?" you said as you gazed up at him, perplexed.

"Nice to meet you, y/n," the man in front of you said as he initiated a handshake with you.

"Nice to meet you as well," you said sheepishly.

As you watched Tengen prepare the campfire and, basically, your turf that will be your home for god knows how long, your mind continued to wander.

Tears well up in your eyes as you think of Sanemi, even more so when your gaze lands on your engagement ring.

"Nemi..." you whimpered as you continued to stare at the vast ocean.

More tears came down your face as horror, worry, and loneliness continued to hit you relentlessly as you yearned heavily for the love of your life.

If you are truly safe and sound at home, please come rescue me as soon as possible, Sanemi.

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VIGILANTE SHIT

Characters: Dabi x Y/N

Plot Summary: The past will never disappear, and you will reap what you sow whether you like it or not.

Content Warning: Implied violence, smut, profanities, and psychological stuff that can be triggering for some of you. Minors DNI.

Fic Playlist: vengeance, vigilante shit, animal farm, anti-hero, akuma no ko.

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Shiny, sparkling stars and other celestial bodies that were invisible to the naked eye covered the dark sky, and normally you would be overjoyed while marveling at the breathtaking view, but instead you're catching your breath because you were just sobbing in your room a few moments ago until your boyfriend picked you up, and now you're riding shotgun as Dabi blazes through the highway, driving you as far away from that godforsaken household as he can using the car that he had just stolen from a random person.

You were still hiccupping in your seat, and each time Dabi heard you choke out a cry, his grip on the steering wheel got tighter and tighter. It took everything in him not to swerve around and drive back to your family, burning them to crisp.

He's not one to let his emotions get the best of him, but with the amount of time he's spent with you and how much your bond has grown in the last year, he has learned to accept the fact that he's a lot more sensitive than he thought. 

It's Christmas Eve, and much to your dismay, your entire family has gathered for a reunion. Honestly, you didn't mind that much and considered this a good opportunity to patch things up with your family, especially your parents and older brother.

A part of you no longer believes reconciliation is possible, but you still want to try, at least for one last time. Dabi already told you it's pointless and that it's impossible for them to change. That it would literally take a miracle for them to realize their fuckups and apologize for repeatedly hurting you.

Usually, someone would get so hurt at hearing such discouraging words, but you know there's truth to what he's saying; you're just too stubborn to admit it and too delusional to accept the fact that a broken glass can no longer be fixed to the way it once was.

Dabi looked over to you, and for a moment, he saw a young version of himself in you. An abrupt chuckle slipped through his lips, and since it was so quiet in the car, you heard him, so you turned to him. When he saw your tear-stained cheeks, your red nose, and your puffy chapped lips, his eyes immediately softened.

"What's so funny?"

His smirk returned, and he turned his attention back to the road. His grip on the steering wheel finally loosened.

"Nothing. I just find it funny that somehow two individuals with similar upbringings crossed paths and ended up together. I think it's what you sappy, lovesick girls call fate."

You, like Dabi, come from a prominent family of heroes and public officers. Your parents work for the government, but your siblings are heroes with impressive resumes. You don't stray too far from the tree since you have a gleaming and outstanding track record of your own.

As shiny and admirable as they may seem in the public eye, they are far from being admirable behind closed doors. Your father, who is a member of the government cabinet, is the sleaziest man you've ever known. 

He's a misogynistic piece of shit who craves nothing but power and wealth. Meanwhile, your mother is the secretary of the Department of Health. She's mostly known for being a "philanthropist," but in reality she's a conniving bitch who uses her crocodile tears to get what she wants. 

Like your father, she also craves power, and so in the upcoming elections, they both plan to run for the highest position.

As for your siblings, one of your brothers inherited your parents' wicked genes, while the other two were too indoctrinated to go up against them, which leaves you as the family's lone wolf.

And as your parents' kid, it is your "responsibility" to live up to their name, which is why you have been under great pressure since you were a child. Your father, in particular, expected you to be the greatest and has stated that he will not take second place, which has led you to your present predicament.

Your parents didn't care if you graduated with honors and have a stellar hero record from your work studies because you weren't the first. Honestly, you’re at your breaking point.

"I don't have time for your teasing, Dabi." You huffed,

"Well, I'm still going to annoy the hell out of you anyway." He snickered

"I should've listened to you." You looked up at the sky with eyes oozing with resentment and despair, as if each star would burst the longer you stared at it, and honestly, who can blame you?

"Damn right, but you're one naughty girl, so here you are, brokenhearted once again."

You glared at him, "Do you really have to rub it in? Aren't you supposed to comfort your girlfriend?"

"Villains don't have hearts, remember? Your narcissistic mother told you that, right?"

"You're kind of proving her point right now though," you pouted, to which your boyfriend mimicked your pout.

He’s such a jerk, but he’s your jerk.

"I don't care what she thinks of me, but I can dispel her claim in one sentence."

You raised an eyebrow at your boyfriend; now curious as to what he's going to say to counter what your mother said about villains.

"You feel safer with me, a villain, than with your entire family, with whom you supposedly should feel the safest and most secure."

When he puts it that way…

"Our first meeting wasn't exactly safe, though. You almost killed me," you deadpanned, recalling your first meeting with Dabi.

*

You were on work study, patrolling the streets of Kyoto, when you came upon him in a dark alleyway. You hadn't intended to engage him, but he was quick to notice you, and one thing led to another, and you found yourself cornered by him.

"Oho, if it isn't a UA mouse playing superhero," he said in a condescending tone, "didn't your teacher teach you not to turn your back on your enemy? Now look at you. The big bad villain caught you."

Those were his first words to you. 

Normally, you'd have something clever to counter his mockery, but everything happened so fast that your head went mushy. It doesn't help that his blue eyes have effectively charmed you. You can't help but stare in awe at him. 

And in all honesty, you didn't know what to do at that time, as you're far too weak compared to him. Not to imply you're incompetent; in fact, you're one of the top three in your school, and you're likely to hold your spot until graduation, once UA honors their new crop of top heroes-to-be. You assume that Hado, your underclassman, will be included given her practically boundless potential.

The villain in front of you  is simply too strong and dangerous for you to face alone.

Dabi cocked his head sideways and continued to peer at you, also captivated by how attractive you are for some reason. He noted in his mind that your height complimented his, and the length of your hair is to his liking too.

"Where's your sidekick? Patrolling these dangerous alleyways by yourself is very brave—almost audacious of you, don't you think?"

"You're not deserving of any responses from me; if you're going to kill me, just get on with it," you scowled at him.

"Be careful what you wish for; unlike you heroes, we don't halt time and get the job done quickly," he said, clutching your neck.

You instinctively grasped his hand in an attempt to loosen his grip on you, but your strength was outmatched by his. Your heart started to beat faster as fear continued to seep through your skin, even more so when you felt heat burn your skin. 

It's most likely that he has a flame-wielding quirk.

"P-Please—"

"Hm? What's that, Hero-chan?" Dabi said, raising an eyebrow.

"Please let me go," you choked out as you squirmed under his grip.

"What if I don't want to? What will you do about it?"

I don't have time for this...

You groaned internally, but you should have known better than to allow your inner monologue to run wild in your head since you know it will show on your face.

Dabi grinned as he finally let go of you and grabbed you by the chin instead. His thumb caressing your bottom lip which sent electricity down your spine and made your heart skip a beat. 

Of course, the villain took notice of this.

"Now, don't be so impatient; I'm just trying to get to know you, though I do enjoy the way you look at me."

"Well, I don't," you snarled angrily at him, shaking your head in the hopes of breaking free from his clutches, and this time, Dabi let you go and merely chuckled darkly in response to your sassy comeback. 

He still has one arm over you, though, and to be honest, the anxiety you're feeling is more than enough to keep you there.

"Say... you single?"

You glared at him coldly as you contemplated whether to entertain his question or finally take action to escape from the predicament you were in.

You could escape by manipulating his blood, immobilizing him, and then freezing his limbs to the ground for good measure. Your quirk, liquid and air manipulation, is a hybrid of your parents’ respective quirks. You inherited liquid manipulation from your mother and air manipulation from your father. 

The combination of the two has made you undeniably strong and highly flexible. Liquid manipulation allows you to control any liquid. From large pools of liquid to various sorts of chemicals to even human blood, which is extremely useful in battle, air manipulation is pretty much self-explanatory; while it has the ability to replenish life, it also has the ability to kill. You can suffocate someone by manipulating the air in their body and killing them.

You have a strong command over your quirk, thanks to your UA mentors, and you can wield it at will. Before, you could only move small amounts of water, but now they have become fatal to anyone that will receive your wrath. 

"...yes."

Dabi usually has great control over his emotions. But when he found out you're single, for some reason he couldn't help but grin and feel good. In his mind, it's his lucky day today because he found a shiny, new toy to play with. 

And maybe, just maybe, a super small part of him is genuinely interested in you. He may be a ruthless villain, but at the end of the day, he's also human, and people can't help who they potentially fall for.

"So what type of guys do you like?"

By now you had a deadpan expression on your face as you stared at the man in front of you.

Is he serious right now?

"Certainly not you."

Dabi merely shrugged and continued to taunt you, "You don't know that. I know a trick or two to change your mind," he said, winking, and you hated yourself for giving him the reaction he wanted from you.

Your cheeks instantly turned scarlet, and your eyes were as big as saucers; you also appeared to be itching to get back at him, but no words came out of your mouth, leaving you to bite your bottom lip so hard that blood slowly began to seep from the ripped-up flesh.

You averted your gaze from him as he laughed.

"Oh, how cute. You have a beauty mark here." You instantly freeze when he brushes his calloused fingers along the juncture of your neck, which happens to be one of your sweet spots.

Before you could stop yourself, a soft whimper escaped your lips. 

Dabi smirked as he lingered his finger over your smooth skin.

As time goes by, the number of goosebumps on your skin would increase and at this point, you're worried about your legs giving up on you but Dabi made damn sure you are caged snuggly against the wall. 

He kept dragging his finger across your flesh, first tracing your collarbone then hanging his fingertips dangerously close to your cleavage.

"S-Stop."

Dabi came to a halt almost immediately as if he was in a trance that he flinched ever so slightly.

In that very moment, both infatuation and shame swept over him, erasing the arrogant expression on his face.

His eyes trailed from your chest up to your eyes as foreign feelings or emotions he'd buried long ago started to resurface, and they swirled around in his turquoise eyes, and your cerulean eyes took notice of this.

Dabi grabbed your chin, his thumb stroking your bottom lip as he slowly came to his senses. The cheeky smirk he had a few minutes before reappeared on his lips, he leaned down, and you reflexively closed your eyes, maybe bracing yourself for the worst.

Either you'll die right there and then, or he'll graciously let you go. And although you are aware that the latter is unlikely, you continue to pray for a miracle.

However, instead of being enveloped in flames, you felt his hot breath fan your ear, causing your insides to churn. And it wasn't until you completely opened your eyes that you noticed he had taken a step closer to you, his body practically pressing against yours.

"Getting myself a cute lamb wasn't on my to-do list, but here we are." He murmured in your ear, and you swore it was the sexiest voice you'd ever heard.

Not that you'd ever say it out loud.

"These days, I go by the name Dabi, so feel free to address me as such."

He drew away after his so-called introduction, and finally decided to let you go and fled the scene.

Ever since your first encounter, you avoided patrolling in that same area as you were terrified of crossing paths with him again. You made excuses after excuses to your agency and your school, eventually heeded your request, but even after changing your assigned route, Dabi managed to find you again, but your second meeting was rather  (for a lack of a better word) more enchanting compared to the first time you two met in that dark alleyway.

You were in the midst of preventing another villain from carrying out their atrocity when, to your surprise, Dabi assisted you in apprehending the cretin. You were tackling him on the road to keep him from fleeing as you waited for backup when he emerged and strangled the villain until he passed out. 

You were taken aback by his audacious and out-of-character gesture.

"Why?" You blurted out while looking at him, disbelief written all over your face. 

Dabi flashes you a boyish smile as he approaches you. "You two were having so much fun wrestling each other that I couldn't contain my jealousy, so I did something about it. You're welcome, by the way."

True to your nature, disgust was immediately painted on your face, but Dabi simply shrugged and walked closer to you, but unlike the last time, his approach was a bit cautious to ensure his safety and not scare you away because you're in an open area this time.

It will be easier for you to flee.

"Good to see you again, Hero-chan."

"Stop calling me that," you hissed, clearly irritated by the nickname he gave you.

"Once you give me your name, I will."

"Over my dead body."

"Well, aren't you a feisty one?" He said, chuckling, "Then again, they say short people have a short fuse to match, eh?"

That caught you off guard and rendered you speechless, much to the villain's delight.

It's only your second meeting, but he's already having a blast with you.

You are definitely the type of person that others want to tease all the time, he thought to himself as he continued to look at you. 

A sly smile made its way to his face when he caught a glimpse of a very familiar beauty mark he had found on your neck.

"What are you doing here?" you asked.

Dabi grinned before answering your question, "I spotted a damsel in distress, so I came to her rescue." 

"If you're referring to me, I am far from a damsel in distress; I can bear my own weight," you grumbled.

"Regardless, I saved your ass; where is my thank you?"

"Now look who's playing hero; I didn't need your help," you scoffed.

"Interesting, because the image of a true hero that I have in mind is someone who leaps into action without hesitation, someone who is altruistic to a fault."

"Well, since you're hanging the fact that you helped me over my head, you don't fit the qualifications; do you want me to award you a medal? An applause?"

Dabi smirked at you, but it lacked the usual intimidation that he usually exudes. Instead of looking like the menacing villain that he is, he looked like one of those mischievous boys you meet in school. He then pretended to cough and turned around for a bit to cover the redness on his cheeks.

Dabi feels ecstatic that you're responding to him in full sentences now, but there's also a part of him that is annoyed because of how strongly he reacted to you. 

Honestly, with just a few more jabs from you, he might get too excited.

"What do you want from me?" You said it to him loud and clear, which made him snap out of his daze.

"What do you mean?"

You grumbled, visibly sick of his mind games, "You certainly didn't find me by chance, so tell me what you want."

"Hmm... a lot, actually, but for now, I'll ask for three things so I don't overwhelm you."

You couldn't help but chuckle  at what he said, and Dabi, of course, took note of your melodious laughter; seeing you give (somewhat) positive responses increased his confidence significantly.

He sure does have a way with words. Makes him all the more dangerous.

You thought to yourself

 "And what are they?"

"First and foremost," Dabi grinned, "I'd like to know your name."

You kind of saw it coming, but you were still slightly flabbergasted when he asked for your name. 

You shouldn't tell him your name because he might use it against you, but if you don't, he might bother you even more.

After a short moment of contemplation, you sighed and scowled at him as you gave him your name, "F/N. I'm not telling you my last name."

Dabi shrugged. "That's fine with me; now, for the second thing, give me your phone number."

"What the hell? Do you actually think I'd give a villain my contact information?"

"Yes."

This guy—I want to punch him so bad!

You should not give him any further personal information.

You shouldn't, but for some reason, his aura seemed tamer—and, dare you say, safer—than the first time you two met. You have a very high regard for your intuition because it's rarely wrong, and right now, your gut is telling you that you could trust Dabi.

I mean, if he does something fishy, I can always change my phone number.

To be absolutely honest, you're also interested in where this will take you.

The big, bad villain has successfully piqued your interest, apparently.

"...Do you have your phone ready? I'll recite my number once, and that'll be it; I don't care if you catch all of it or not."

Without a word, Dabi showed you his phone, indicating he was ready, and so you quickly gave him your contact details.

"What's the last thing you want? Make it quick; I need to surrender this villain to the authorities before he regains his consciousness."

"I can dispose of him for you if you want," Dabi suggested and your reaction almost made him double over laughing because you looked so horrified.

In hindsight, your reaction made it crystal clear to him that you two are polar opposites.

"I guess you can knock him out again when he wakes up."

"Oh, so now you want my help?"

You had a very faint smile when you replied to him, "Just this once."

"Just this once, huh?"

"Yep, just this once."

You turned to face him after a period of silence.

Any annoyance that was radiating from your eyes when you first laid eyes on him this afternoon was long gone, but you are still on alert.

"So, what's the last thing you want from me?"

You frowned internally at what you're doing right now.

You intended to amuse him for a short time to relieve his boredom so that he could finally leave you alone, but all you've done is increased the likelihood of you two crossing paths again.

However, your meeting with Dabi today has convinced you that he is not someone you can just shake off.

Dabi stepped closer to you until he was just a few inches away, and the same anxiousness that you felt when you first met him in the dark alley crept back into your skin. You instinctively took a step back and gradually established a stance in case he ultimately dropped the friendly act and attacked you.

He gradually lifted his hand, making you even more apprehensive.

"The last thing I want from you is for you to be my friend." Dabi said as he offered his hand for a handshake, and the gesture gave you the strongest whiplash known to man.

"What?"

"You heard what I said."

"But...why?"

"Do you need a reason to befriend someone?"

"I don't mean to offend, but if a wanted criminal wants to befriend me, I have every right to be skeptical," you said, your face soulless.

Dabi shook his head in amusement and grinned, "Touche. Well, what if we first became acquainted? Would that suffice?"

You looked at him as if he'd sprouted two more heads, and he just stood there with a fucking smile on his face, waiting for your response.

"A hero and a villain as friends? Is that even possible?" you wondered out loud.

"Why don't we try it out and see?" Dabi shrugged.

You're not going to admit it out loud, but you're intrigued as well.

You're wondering if a hero and a villain can be amicable, let alone friends.

"Fine, but I have several conditions," you told him.

"Shoot."

You let out a sigh.

I can't believe I was persuaded into doing this.

This is considered coercion, right?

"First, this “friendship” will be on trial for three months, with you only permitted to contact me three times each month; second, for three months, don't commit any crimes; if I see or hear you did something, consider our "friendship" over. And third..." You paused and looked away, your cheeks heating up due to sheer shyness.

Dabi raised an eyebrow, which was soon followed by a cheeky smile, "And?"

You sighed for the umpteenth time and looked at him, saying, "Don't call me unannounced. Give me a heads up, so I can p-prepare myself."

"Pinky promise." he said while holding his pinky, ushering you to do the same, which you did.

His pinky finger felt incredibly rough against yours, but it also felt warm.

You gave him a curt nod and said, "I better get going. I need to escort this guy to the police station."

As you were about to retrieve your pinky, Dabi grabbed your entire hand and gave it a firm shake.

"I guess we will be seeing each other more often, huh, y/n?"

Now, why did your name have to roll out so smoothly from his lips? It sounded so natural that it made your heart jump and flutter.

"Don't push your luck," you grumbled as you returned his handshake.

*

And Dabi certainly made your time together worthwhile throughout those three months.

To your surprise, he followed all of your conditions so religiously that he almost seemed like a saint to you, and you found yourself growing fonder of him as you spent more time with him. 

The majority of your meetings consisted of him annoying the hell out of you, but as you spent more time together, the two of you gradually blurred the lines, entirely ignoring your respective positions in society, with you as a full-fledged hero and him as a high-profile villain.

You had every intention of not developing feelings for him; at one point, you even tried to push him away and break whatever connection you two had at the time because it was inappropriate and dangerous for the two of you to have any kind of relationship, but not even a week later, you caved in and welcomed him back into your life.

And Dabi was more than happy to stay.

Meanwhile, Dabi grossly miscalculated his sweet little infatuation he had for you.

He was convinced that he would eventually get tired of you and abandon you, but jokes on him because the more you hung out with him, the deeper and harder he fell for you. 

His once innocent and cute crush grew into something more passionate, and honestly, for someone like him who is completely emotionally shocked at such a young age, his feelings for you worried him.

Even more so when he realized he was being the same person he was before Todoroki Enji  fucked everything up in his life.

When he's with you, he's not Dabi.

He's Todoroki Touya.

You were taken aback when you learned his family background and upbringing. 

Your worlds were not as far apart as you initially assumed. Your parents and Endeavor know each other due to their line of work. Although you get along well with the other Todoroki siblings, you're not a big fan of their father since he reminds you of your own useless father.

*

"Ohhh—"

You moaned loudly and tossed your head back, huge waves of ecstasy washing over you as Dabi fucked you with his fingers in the backseat of the car. Even more so when he kissed the beauty mark you have on your neck. 

The two of you decided to park someplace else and just enjoy each other's company after driving aimlessly around the city, especially after a long, hard day.

One thing led to another, and now you have Dabi taking the role of the big spoon to a whole new level by having you lay your head on his free arm while the other does magic in your cunt; making you sing the songs of the angels in heaven.

Icy blue eyes were glued to you, observing every movement you made and every note you uttered while he made you feel good and helped you forget about every bad thing in the world. It's ironic and, in a way, poetic that a big, bad villain is the one that's been saving you right at this very moment. 

Dabi could easily lower his head down to your breasts and snag your perky nipple between his lips with one of your arms firmly wrapped over his shoulder. His hot tongue grazed the sensitive nub, triggering your first orgasm of the night.

And with your arm wrapped around him, it was easy to take a hold of his hair, and as you yanked at it, your boyfriend let out a seductive groan as he continued to lavish undivided attention on your boobs.

"Dabi—"

Dabi hummed in return, still devouring your boobs and painting circles on your clit with his finger.

 "I need you, Dabi, please—"

Dabi removed himself from your nipple without a word, but not before giving it one more nibble, to which you responded with a sultry moan, much to his satisfaction. 

He then gestured for you to scoot over so he could position himself between your legs. He also offered you the random throw pillow that was lying around in the car to make you feel more comfortable.

Once he was comfortably positioned between your legs, his cock had already been liberated from the constriction of his pants, and he was stroking it with one hand, causing pre-cum to ooze from the tip.

Watching him from your point of view was deadly. Dabi looked so enticing and sexy that you instinctively reached out to your cunt and touched yourself to relieve some of the pent-up frustration you were feeling.

"Fuck, y/n. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."

Dabi became engrossed in his own fantasy as a result of your little show. 

Thousands of lewd images of you flashed through his mind, and the dirtier they got, the quicker his hand pumped his dick, nearly coming undone right then and there.

Dabi, not wanting to waste any more time, purposefully burned himself awake and finally positioned his cock directly in front of your entrance. And as soon as the tip touched your warm walls, a shudder ran down his spine, and a drawn-out moan escaped his lips as he bottomed up.

"Still so fucking tight for me, I see." Dabi grunted as he began to thrust after letting you get used to him.

As much as you wanted to respond to him, you couldn't find it in you to form any words or at least display any  semblance of attentiveness to him because of how good he was making you feel. 

Dabi then scooped you up and reclined back against the backrest without skipping a beat.

And as if you two have telepathy, you got to work and rode him.

From the outside, the car was visibly shaking, and the windows were covered in fog. It won't take long until someone notices, but at this point you don't care whether you get caught doing the deed in public.

As you rode him, your boyfriend watched you intently while fixing your hair, which he adores oh, so much.

"Look at you." He said as he caressed your sides, leaving goosebumps on your skin, "Such a good girl, taking me in so well and making me feel so good."

A faint and genuine smile formed on your face in the midst of it all.

You looked at Dabi with such tenderness and love in your eyes, and he answered with an equally soft look.

Your story went from the two of you  being natural enemies in the prologue to becoming inseparable and each other's rock in the succeeding chapters. But, like all novels, yours will come to an end. As powerful and passionate as your love for one another, you two are well aware of the fate that awaits you.

At the end of the day, you're a hero, and he's a villain.

You slowed down for a moment and cupped his cheeks,  he winced noticeably when your delicate hands touched his scarred face. His uneasiness was on the rise, but you were quicker to eliminate any doubt and self-loathing in his mind and soul by planting a passionate kiss on his lips.

Instinctively, Dabi closed his eyes and responded to the kiss. He embraced your tiny frame and pulled you closer to him while you started to pick up the pace once again, sending both of you to nirvana.

*

After the two of you finished fucking each other like rabbits, silence descended in the car.

Dabi was lazily fiddling with your hair as you were all nestled up against him. And the longer the stillness lasted, the further and deeper your mind traveled. 

Today has been an extremely long day, and the prospect of going through much more in the coming days has almost made you fear for your life. 

Dabi was right.

When you're around him, you feel safer and more at ease. 

So why not simply abandon everything and be with him forever? 

Your life would be so much better and happier.

As a youngster, you once wished to be a hero like All Might; that's why you still did your best despite everything, but your family has poisoned your views on the whole hero society. 

The hero system, as Stain stated, is a farce.

 "I am done playing hero."

Dabi's hands came to a halt as he heard what you just said.

"What?" he said, looking at you.

You turned to him, and with just one glance at you, no amount of persuasion could sway you.

You've already made up your mind, and while Dabi appreciates that you've chosen him over everyone else and that you're finally standing up for yourself, a little part of him is still a bit apprehensive.

Of course, he believes in you and your capacity to fend for yourself, but this is still a very big step for you. You will be leaving a lot of things behind. 

To him, you are one of the few people who actually deserve to be recognized and celebrated as a hero.

Is this what you really want for yourself?

"This isn't something I decided on a whim; I've been thinking about it for a while, and this is the conclusion I came up with," you explained, then completely turned around to stare right into your boyfriend's eyes.

"Take me with you, Dabi," you told him as you cupped his face, "and rescue me from the real villains."

Dabi turned away from you and glanced out the misty window, evidently pondering.

"I swear I won't hold you back; in fact, my quirk complements yours, so I'd be of great help to you. I can amplify your flames with my air quirk, and I can also cure your injuries with my water quirk; it has healing properties  and can serve as your safety net in battle—"

"You don't have to do all of those things for me to let you tag along with me, Y/N; unlike your family, I don't see you as a tool and won’t treat you as such; I was just trying to process everything; my mind's still foggy as fuck after you literally sucked the life out of me," Dabi snickered.

"As if you hadn't sucked mine," you counter, and despite the matter at hand, the two of you shared a good laugh.

"You requested, and I merely complied," Dabi shrugged. "You're welcome."

"So, are you going to adopt me or what?" you joked.

Dabi searched around the car, and when his face lit up when he found what he was searching for, you raised an eyebrow at him but kept silent.

"Woof for me, then," he said as he grabbed up his belt and put it lazily around your neck.

"Haha, very funny, Dabi," you said as you slapped his hand away.

Your boyfriend sat up straight, reached for his shirt, and handed it to you while he settled for his leather jacket.

He got back in the driver's seat and started the engine after cleaning himself up.

"Let's go back to your place."

"Huh?! Why?" you exclaimed.

"We need to get your clothes and other important things you need, dummy, because if you're going to come along with me, you'll be kissing your freedom goodbye; especially with a well-known background like yours, you'll have little to no freedom to roam around, so we'll salvage what we can until I can get you new ones."

The terror you felt when he mentioned your household has vanished after hearing his reasoning, "Oh. Right... I'm sorry."

"Wanna say good-bye to your folks? I know a fun way to do it," Dabi said as he started driving to your house.

You shifted your gaze to the stars in the vast sky, and while you pondered in silence, your eyes began to glitter with feelings that Dabi was all too familiar with. 

You looked exactly like him when he abandoned his family.

You shifted your gaze to the stars in the vast sky.

When Dabi fetched you earlier tonight, you were staring at the sky with melancholy eyes, but now you’re looking at it with eyes filled with new-found hope, although resentment still lingered and grew stronger to the point that you can feel your blood boil with rage. 

You remained silent in your seat, but Dabi knows exactly what is running through your head right now. He also knows how you feel right now since he felt the same way when he left his family and old life behind. 

The gleam in your eyes was all too familiar to him, and he vowed right then and there that he'd help you get revenge on your wretched family.

"Y/N,"

"Hmm?"

The big bad villain who turned out to be your salvation grabbed your hand, drew it towards him, and then kissed every knuckle, stinging your eyes with tears with each kiss.

"We're going to make them pay."

And that's all it took to solidify your resolve.

 An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.

You sealed your pact by intertwining your pinky fingers.

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Tales Spun on the Midway

Characters: Iwaizumi x Reader Synopsis: In the whimsical realm of the midway, love's symphony plays. Hearts entwined, adventures shared, a tale written in fairy lights and fireworks. Let their love inspire us to embrace life's ferris wheel, where stories bloom and hearts dance. Content warning: none

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As the summer sun beamed down on the vibrant amusement park, laughter and excitement filled the air. It was a well-deserved day off for the Seijoh volleyball crew, and they were eager to let loose and have some fun. Oikawa, their charismatic captain, had sparked the idea, urging everyone to make the most of their time together.

From the moment you all arrived, you found yourselves swept up in the whirlwind of amusement park delights. Racing from one thrilling ride to another, your cheers echoed through the park as you experienced the adrenaline rush of each attraction. Laughter blended with screams as you soared through the sky on roller coasters and spun around on dizzying teacup rides.

Your appetites were fueled by the contagious enthusiasm of the day. You indulged in a smorgasbord of delectable treats, devouring cotton candy, caramel apples, and funnel cakes with gusto. The enticing aroma of freshly grilled corn and savory snacks filled the air, enticing your taste buds and leading you to the nearest food stalls.

Games scattered throughout the park beckoned, and you couldn't resist joining in the spirited competitions. You competed with fervor, aiming for oversized plushies, coveted game consoles, and the latest gadgets. Makki's strategic wit and Mattsun's uncanny accuracy often led to triumph, filling your arms with triumphantly won prizes.

As the day progressed and the sun began its descent, painting the sky in hues of fiery orange and gentle pink, the crew found themselves in line for the magnificent Ferris wheel. Anticipation hung in the air as you awaited your turn to board the towering attraction.

Amidst the bustling group, your heart fluttered with a mix of excitement and nervousness. Concealed beneath the guise of friendship, you harbored a secret crush on Iwaizumi Hajime, the unwavering and strong-willed vice captain of the crew. While Oikawa, Makki, and Mattsun were aware of your feelings, Iwaizumi remained blissfully oblivious, his attention consumed by his love for the sport.

Over the past year, Oikawa and the crew have taken up the roles of supportive wingmen, subtly pushing you and Iwaizumi closer whenever an opportunity arose. There had been small glimpses of progress, fleeting moments that fueled your hope. Yet, as you stood in line for the Ferris wheel, you couldn't help but wonder if your feelings would forever remain unspoken.

With the setting sun casting its enchanting glow upon you, the crew eagerly anticipated their turn on the Ferris wheel. The gentle breeze whispered promises of possibility, and in your heart, a flicker of hope ignited.

The anticipation continued to grow as the line started to disperse slowly while you waited in line for the Ferris wheel. However, before you could embark on your magical journey, Oikawa, being the mischievous planner he was, suggested a game of rock-paper-scissors to determine the ride partners. It was his way of subtly ensuring that you would have a chance to share a special moment with Iwaizumi, your childhood friend and object of affection.

Laughter filled the air as the crew formed a circle, ready to compete for the coveted opportunity. The rhythmic chants of "rock, paper, scissors" echoed as hands swiftly formed shapes, hopes held high. The suspense built with each round, until finally the matches were decided and the ride partners were paired up.

As luck would have it, the final round ended with you and Iwaizumi becoming ride partners. A mix of excitement and nervousness surged within you as you exchanged glances with him, a silent acknowledgment of the momentous occasion. Oikawa, always the playful instigator, couldn't resist sending you a sly wink, a gesture that seemed to convey his unwavering support and good luck.

A few more minutes ticked by, and it was finally your group's turn to step onto the majestic Ferris wheel. Iwaizumi boarded the ride with ease, his natural strength and confidence evident in every move. To your surprise and delight, he extended a hand towards you, a silent invitation to join him. You accepted with a fluttering heart, relishing the touch of his warm hand against yours.

As the two of you settled into the Ferris wheel carriage, the world around you seemed to fade away, leaving only the gentle sway of the ride and the growing connection between you. It was a precious moment, a chance to be alone together amidst the backdrop of the amusement park's dazzling lights and the soft hues of the setting sun.

Oikawa's mischievous plan had set the stage for something extraordinary. It was as if fate itself had conspired to bring you and Iwaizumi together in this intimate space, a perfect opportunity to reveal the feelings that had been brewing within your heart for so long.

With hope and anticipation, you wondered if this would be the day, the day when you would finally find the courage to let Iwaizumi know just how much he meant to you.

As the Ferris wheel continued its gentle ascent, a comfortable silence enveloped you and Iwaizumi. The soft creaking of the ride's mechanics provided a soothing backdrop to your thoughts, while the panoramic view of the amusement park spread out before you, captivating in its splendor.

Feeling a mixture of nerves and excitement, you found yourself stealing glances at Iwaizumi, observing his relaxed demeanor and the genuine smile that adorned his face. His presence, as always, brought you a sense of comfort and ease, but today it also stirred a newfound courage within you.

Unable to contain your curiosity any longer, you mustered the courage to break the silence. "Hey, Iwaizumi, how are you enjoying the day so far?" You asked, your voice betraying a hint of excitement.

Iwaizumi turned to face you, his eyes warm and his expression filled with genuine interest. "I'm having a great time," he replied, his voice steady and reassuring. "It's nice to take a day off once in a while, and not to mention it's also been a while since the last time I went to an amusement park that I forgot how fun it is here."

A wave of relief washed over you, his words easing any doubts that may have lingered. It was a reminder of the genuine bond you shared and the joy you brought to each other's lives. The familiarity and ease of your friendship provided a solid foundation for the next chapter you longed to explore.

As the Ferris wheel continued its ascent, memories of the earlier rides flooded your mind, and a shared laughter bubbled up between you and Iwaizumi. You reminisced about the exhilaration of the roller coasters, the spins of the teacup ride that left you both dizzy, and the comical mishaps that occurred during the water ride. The amusement park had provided a canvas for unforgettable moments and shared laughter.

In those moments of laughter and shared memories, you couldn't help but marvel at how far the two of you had come. From the first time you met to the present day, your friendship has grown, evolving into something more meaningful. Iwaizumi's unwavering kindness, his mischievous spirit, and his genuine care for you had carved a special place in your heart.

As you continued to converse, you found your nerves gradually dissipating, replaced by a newfound sense of comfort and bravery. With each passing minute, you felt a growing conviction that the time had come to express your feelings. Yet you held back, savoring the build-up and cherishing this journey towards something momentous.

The atmosphere on the Ferris wheel shifted subtly as the anticipation reached its peak. Despite your growing bravery, you couldn't deny the flutter of nerves within your chest. Your heart raced against your ribcage, a rhythmic drumbeat that threatened to give away your true emotions. It didn't go unnoticed by Iwaizumi, who, ever attentive, turned to you with concern in his eyes.

"Hey, are you okay?" he asked, his voice laced with genuine care.

You, wearing a sheepish smile that betrayed your inner excitement, shook your head lightly. It was a gesture that conveyed both your nerves and the thrill of what you were about to say. You looked like a teenager hopelessly in love, a mix of vulnerability and giddiness.

Summoning a surge of courage, you took a deep breath and looked deeply into his eyes. "Hey, Iwaizumi, I have something to tell you."

His gaze intensified, his brows raising slightly as he leaned in, intrigued.

"So, it all started with friendship, like some cheesy rom-com plot. We became partners in crime, always cheering each other on and tackling life's ups and downs together. Remember the time we devoured that giant bowl of ice cream and laughed until our stomachs hurt? Or when we had that epic Nerf gun battle during one of our training camps and left no survivor?"

As you spoke, memories flooded your mind, each one accompanied by a smile and a flutter in your heart.

"But, you know, amidst those laughter-filled adventures, something unexpected happened. I found myself falling for you. It was like a plot twist I didn't see coming—a whirlwind of emotions. All those little moments—the way you smiled at me and teased me— they made my heart skip a beat."

You paused, allowing the weight of your confession to settle in the air. Then, with a playful grin, you continued.

"So, Iwaizumi, here's the punchline: I'm head over heels for you. Like, heart-eyes emoji, blushing-roses-everywhere, butterflies-in-my-stomach kind of love. It's been driving me crazy, but in the best possible way."

The confession hung in the air, a mix of anticipation and excitement. Time seemed to slow down as you awaited his response, your heart dancing with anticipation.

Iwaizumi's eyes widened, a mix of surprise and contemplation flickering across his face. He opened his mouth to say something, but no words emerged. Instead, he reached out and gently took your hand in his, a silent reassurance of his presence.

In that moment, the Ferris wheel reached its highest point, as if the universe itself held its breath, awaiting the outcome of your heartfelt confession.

The silence enveloped the Ferris wheel cabin, creating a cocoon of anticipation and vulnerability. Seconds felt like an eternity as you and Iwaizumi locked eyes, both aware of the weight of the moment.

Finally, breaking through the stillness, Iwaizumi cleared his throat and found his voice, albeit with a touch of bashfulness. His face flushed a deep shade of red, a testament to the emotions swirling within him.

"You know, when you said all those things just now, it caught me off guard," he began, his voice a mix of sincerity and youthful charm. "But as I look at you, as I think back to all the memories we've made, it feels... right."

He paused, his gaze softening as he continued, his words carefully chosen. "Maybe I can't say that I feel as strongly as you do, at least not yet. But what we have, it's special. I mean, judging from how calm I am right now, despite the fact that things like this usually make me nervous and awkward, hell, I am not the most articulate guy, but look at me telling you all this without stuttering. It's obvious that our connection was nurtured by countless hours of practice, laughter, and even those occasional arguments. And honestly, I can't imagine my life without you in it."

A shy smile graced his lips as he reached out, intertwining his fingers with yours. "So, let's take it step by step, enjoy every moment, and see where this path leads us."

His genuine words, filled with both vulnerability and determination, washed over you, warming your heart. In that instant, you knew that this journey you were embarking on together held the promise of something beautiful.

As the weight of their confessions settled, a sense of relief washed over you. It was as if a burden had been lifted from your shoulders, and a newfound lightness filled the air. You couldn't contain the joy that surged within you, causing laughter to bubble up from deep within your being.

Your laughter, a symphony of happiness, reached Iwaizumi's ears, and it earned you a heartfelt chuckle in response. His eyes, once familiar and warm, now held a newfound spark, a glimmer of something more. It was a look that spoke volumes, one that made your heart skip a beat.

In that moment of unspoken understanding, fueled by the shared joy between you, you couldn't resist the overwhelming urge to seal this beautiful connection with a kiss. Leaning in, you pressed your lips gently against his, the sweetness of the moment enveloping you both.

To your delight, Iwaizumi didn't hesitate to reciprocate. His lips met yours eagerly, a tangible expression of the emotions swirling within him. The kiss deepened, filled with tenderness and the promise of a beautiful future together.

In that single, stolen moment, everything fell into place. The amusement park, the Ferris wheel, the laughter, and the confessions—all of it culminated in this blissful exchange that sealed the bond between you and Iwaizumi.

As the kiss drew to a gentle close, you pulled back slightly, gazing into Iwaizumi's eyes with a mix of affection and sincerity. With a soft smile, you whispered, "I love you, Iwaizumi."

The three little words held immeasurable weight, carrying the depth of your emotions. But along with the declaration of love, you felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude. You reached out and tenderly touched his cheek, your voice filled with heartfelt appreciation as you said, "Thank you for listening and for accepting my heart. It means the world to me."

In that precious moment, you made a promise, not only to him but also to yourself. You held his gaze, your eyes shining with determination, as you made a solemn vow. "I will take care of your heart, Iwaizumi, and love you unconditionally. Through every challenge and every triumph, I'll be there by your side."

The air seemed to hold a sense of serenity as your words hung between you, a testament to the depth of your connection. The park, once filled with the joyful chaos of the day, now felt hushed, as if acknowledging the significance of this moment.

As the Ferris wheel continued its gentle descent, you and Iwaizumi settled into a comfortable conversation, and the atmosphere between you filled with a newfound warmth and understanding. The tension that once hung in the air had dissipated, replaced by a sense of ease and genuine connection.

You laughed at each other's jokes, shared stories of memorable moments from the amusement park, and even engaged in playful banter. It was as if time stood still within the confines of the Ferris wheel, allowing you both to enjoy each other's company without any external distractions.

Finally, as the ride came to a stop and the doors opened, you stepped off the cart, only to be greeted by the sight of Oikawa and the rest of the group wearing mischievous smiles. Their plan had worked, and their pride was evident.

Oikawa couldn't resist teasing Iwaizumi, playfully poking fun at his obliviousness. But this time, instead of his usual retort, Iwaizumi grinned and played along. It was a lighthearted moment, showcasing the newfound camaraderie and understanding that had developed between them.

As the group began to disperse, you and Iwaizumi shared one last lingering gaze, an unspoken acknowledgment of the deep connection you had formed. The memories of this day and the confession that unfolded will forever hold a special place in your hearts.

With a mix of excitement and contentment, you realized that this was just the beginning of a beautiful journey. The roller coaster of emotions had led you to this moment, and now you were ready to face whatever came next, hand in hand.

Under the canopy of lights and amidst the whispers of dreams, you stepped into the night, united by a love that would guide you through every twist and turn, and together, you embarked on a journey that would redefine the meaning of forever.

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Invisible Strings: Final Chapter

Characters: Uzui Tengen x Reader | Modern AU Synopsis: Sequel of Parallel Lines Content Warnings: profanity, smut, sleep paralysis, eventual violence, blo0d, slight manga spoilers (tho i strayed away from the original plot but yeh), can be a bit psychologically triggering for some so proceed cautiously.

Previous Chapter: Prologue Next Chapter: Chapter 2

a/n: I can't believe we've made it to the finale of Invisible Strings! I'm not going to lie, I'm a little sad that it's over. This is not my first story, but it is the first in which I have put so much time and effort. My writing isn't great yet, but I'm pleased with how this turned out. Thank you so much to everyone who took the time to read my work and provide feedback. They were one of the factors that aided me in writing this piece.

Don't worry, there's still an epilogue, so stay tuned for an update soon! I just got a little busy at work, so updates are a little sluggish this time.

Again, thank you so, so much! Ily!

The demon slayers had meticulously prepared themselves, honing their skills and steeling their resolve for the battle that lay ahead. Their determination was unwavering, fueled by the fervent belief that they could triumph over the malevolent forces threatening their world.

But, as the saying goes, some things are easier said than done. In a mere blink of an eye, Kibutsuji Muzan, the sinister figure they had sworn to vanquish, single-handedly reversed the tides, shattering their hopes and turning their valor to dust. Though not at his full capacity, Muzan's present state proved more than enough to render the valiant demon slayers utterly worthless.

A cruel smile twisted across Muzan's lips as he stood triumphantly over the maimed bodies of the fallen warriors. Tengen, his newly 'recruited' right-hand man, loomed menacingly over your broken form, his insatiable craving for your blood mirroring the unquenchable thirst of a newborn demon. The Demon King cast his eyes down upon the battered demon slayers who had dared to stand against him. Their injuries were grave, their fate hanging precariously by a thread. Without a miraculous intervention, their lives would soon be extinguished.

With a surge of adrenaline, Tengen unleashed his wrath upon Muzan, seeking to avenge your suffering after the demon king's resurrection. His strikes were fierce and resolute, managing to land a few powerful blows that severed Muzan's limbs. Yet, to their astonishment and dismay, the demon's body regenerated instantaneously, mocking their fleeting victory. Tengen, like his companions, bore the weight of his injuries; his wounds were deeper and more severe, having borne the brunt of Muzan's savage onslaught.

And then, in that moment of unfathomable disbelief, the unthinkable occurred. Muzan revealed a twist in his dark machinations. Rather than snuffing out Tengen's life, he saw fit to twist fate itself, offering the grievously wounded warrior an unholy alliance—Tengen would become his new right-hand man. A cruel fate had befallen the demon slayers—a treacherous turn of events that would forever alter the course of their struggle against the forces of evil.

Why? 

Why would Muzan go to such lengths, keeping you alive, only to spite you? 

The answer revealed itself in a chilling realization—he had given you a sufficient dose of his blood before the battle, a twisted experiment, believing your body would respond favorably to it. Muzan's malevolent plan became clear: if you were able to rise once more, he would wield you and Tengen as weapons, aiming to eradicate the demon slayers in one fell swoop.

"Kill me now, Sanemi! Fucking kill me now!" Tengen's plea roared across the room, desperation lacing every syllable.

"No, I'm not going to kill you!" Sanemi's voice quivered with a mix of anguish and defiance.

"Do you want Y/N to die?!" The words tore through the air, weighted with the unbearable stakes.

Sanemi stood frozen, his grip on the hilt of his sword tightening, torn between the excruciating choices that lay before him. Meanwhile, the other demon slayers strained against Tengen's relentless grip, and their futile attempts to separate him from you met with failure. Tengen, a towering force of strength, overwhelmed them all, save for Gyoumei, who managed to push him back with all his might, despite the deep wound that marred his own arm.

Unbeknownst to Tengen, the insidious truth loomed over him—Muzan had also transformed you into a demon. Emerging from your unconscious form, all he saw was a haze of crimson, blinding him to the imminent danger that lurked within.

You remained still, seemingly at peace on the surface, while your very being writhed in unrelenting torment. Muzan's blood coursed through your veins, a malevolent force ravaging you from within. You fought desperately against the abyss, determined not to succumb and perish.

"Sanemi!"

"Will you shut the fuck up?! I already told you, I am not going to kill you!" Sanemi's voice cracked with a mixture of frustration and resolute determination.

"Don't worry about me; slit my neck already! Didn't you say you were coming for my head the instant I put you in danger?" Tengen implored, your voice laden with a mixture of desperation and resignation.

"I did, but..." Sanemi's voice trailed off into a barely audible murmur. "There has to be another way."

Sanemi's gaze shifted uneasily from Tengen to you, his pink eyes searching for a solution. As his gaze settled upon you, his lips quivered, and a desperate whimper escaped him—a sound of anguish echoing through the tumultuous air.

Why did it have to come to this?

Why were the choices so heart-wrenching, forcing Sanemi to decide between you and Tengen?

Why did history repeat itself in such a cruel manner?

Sanemi had foreseen the impending calamity and braced himself for the worst, but this level of despair surpassed his darkest expectations.

It was utterly ridiculous.

"I don't want you to die, and I don't want to lose any of you." Sanemi's voice wavered with the weight of his love and torment, his devotion to his comrades etched into every syllable.

The Sound Hashira, though touched by the unwavering resolve of his friends to save both him and you, knew that it was only a matter of time before his demonic strength spiraled out of control, threatening to bring about the demise of all those involved.

But as Sanemi had uttered, there had to be a way.

For heaven's sake, it was the twentieth century—a time of boundless advancements, where the human spirit triumphed over countless obstacles.

In the aftermath of Muzan's reign, Shinobu remained vigilant, tirelessly developing antidotes to counter the insidious curse that had plagued their world. Her foresight now bore fruit, as she possessed the means to administer the life-saving drug to both you and Tengen. However, the very person capable of providing salvation lay sprawled on the floor, her body broken and battered. Fractured ribs threatened to puncture her delicate lungs, making each movement a treacherous dance with death.

Yet Muzan, determined not to repeat his past mistakes, launched a vicious preemptive strike, targeting those who posed the greatest threat to his nefarious plans. Shinobu, Kanae, Tamayo, and Yushiro bore the brunt of his assault, their bodies left almost lifeless from the sheer force of his relentless aggression. Yushiro, bleeding profusely from a deep gash on his back, bemoaned the loss of his Blood Demon Art, his bitter chuckle punctuating the grim scene as he lay helplessly in a pool of his own blood.

Kanae's limbs twisted at grotesque angles, her once graceful form reduced to a painful contortion. Tamayo, flung mercilessly against a heavy apparatus, suffered a grave concussion, rendering her immobile and disoriented.

Unrelenting, Muzan continued his assault, turning his attention to the other Hashiras once he had incapacitated the doctors. Rengoku and Giyuu bore the brunt of his fury, their bodies marked by severe injuries. Rengoku, his eye lost in the chaos, narrowly escaped losing a limb thanks to the intervention of Tanjiro, who rushed to his aid. Giyuu, much like Tamayo, found himself hurled across the room, his strength drained, and in a swift, cruel gesture, Muzan shattered his sword with ease, rendering it useless in battle.

As the onslaught persisted, Tanjiro, Zenitsu, and Inosuke fought valiantly, their bodies enduring varying degrees of pain and injury in their desperate attempts to aid the Hashiras. Inosuke, his nose broken and hand shattered, grimaced through the searing agony, clutching the hilt of his sword with unwavering resolve, for the stakes at hand left no room for weakness.

On the other end of the spectrum, Nezuko bore the marks of Muzan's deliberate and prolonged torment. Bruises marred her once pristine form, serving as a twisted reminder of his grudge against her for eluding his clutches. Tanjiro and Zenitsu, fortunate enough to sustain only minor injuries, stood alongside their comrades, resolute in their shared struggle. Mitsuri and Obanai, consumed by urgency, labored tirelessly to tend to Kagaya's wounds, their unwavering determination a shield against despair. Failure was not an option—they would not let him slip away.

Tengen, gasping for air, fought the relentless onslaught of thirst that gnawed at his throat, a relentless reminder of his waning strength. Agonizing pain coursed through his veins, threatening to overpower his will. Tears streamed down his cheeks, a testament to the torment he endured.

When his eyes scanned the room, falling upon you and the broken forms of his comrades, a suffocating sense of humiliation washed over him, chilling him to the core. The weight of his helplessness bore down on his shoulders, leaving him adrift in a sea of despair. For the first time in an eternity, Tengen, the unyielding pillar of strength, felt the suffocating grip of hopelessness tighten around his heart.

Muzan, basking in his premature triumph, cast a wicked glance around the chaos he had wrought, his deranged laughter reverberating through the air. Approaching Kagaya, whose visage had become unrecognizable under the onslaught of the Demon King's merciless blows, Muzan knelt, gripping his hair with force and unadulterated contempt. His eyes brimmed with venomous triumph.

"I win."

Kibutsuji Muzan had not tasted the sweet nectar of victory coursing through his veins in centuries, and he reveled in the electrifying sensation that surged through him. Relinquishing his hold on Kagaya, his demonic gaze shifted towards you. Strangely, the seething rage that consumed him on the night you betrayed him seemed tempered, replaced by a sinister curiosity that danced within his demonic eyes.

Gratitude, an unexpected emotion, swelled within Muzan, directed solely at you. In some inexplicable way, he found himself indebted to you and perhaps even drawn to your presence.

With an air of arrogance, Muzan closed the distance between you, his steps echoing with sinister purpose. He then pivoted to face Tengen, his expression seething with contempt at the defiant gaze he received. In a display of power, Muzan backhanded him with a resounding crack, a direct response to the perceived insolence in Tengen's eyes.

"Lower your head, you wretched imbecile. Learn how to address your master," Muzan sneered, his voice laced with venom.

Tengen's eyes blazed with a murderous glare as he defiantly retorted, his words dripping with disdain, "You are not my master, and I would rather bite the dust than serve a lunatic like you."

Unfazed by Tengen's venomous defiance, Muzan instead found amusement in his audacity. The Sound Hashira's resistance only served to further stoke his interest. Oh, how well he had chosen his vessel.

Once again, Muzan struck Tengen, this time with a brutal force that left an ugly dent on his face, a grotesque reminder of his wrath. The blow was potent enough to nearly sever Tengen's head from his body in a single, devastating strike.

"Keep your distance from y/n," Muzan hissed, his voice dripping with possessiveness. "She belongs to me now. Your filthy hands have no place near her."

A sinister smirk crept across Tengen's bloodied lips as he defied Muzan's claim. "You underestimate y/n. From what I've gathered, she holds no affinity for men like you. In fact, she despises individuals of your kind. So take a hike, you useless corpse of the past."

Muzan's eyes narrowed, a flicker of intrigue mingling with his unbridled fury.

"Is that so?"

Muzan retaliated with a swift, brutal act, severing Tengen's limbs. Agonizing pain coursed through Tengen's body, causing him to howl like a wounded animal. Before he could even begin to recover, Muzan ruthlessly seized a fistful of Tengen's hair, pulling so tightly that blood trickled down his scalp. Tengen gritted his teeth, refusing to show any weakness in the face of such cruelty.

"Who says her words hold any value to me?" Muzan sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. "Worthless and disposable women like her, who prance around like bitches in heat, would betray the very hand that feeds them. They have no rights whatsoever. Their only purpose is to sit, look pretty, and serve me for eternity."

Those words were the final straw.

Tengen's determination surged within him like a raging inferno. Without hesitation, he charged toward Muzan, challenging him to an all-out brawl. At this point, Tengen had nothing left to lose—they were both demons now. Among their kind, it was commonly understood that engaging in a fight between blood-sucking monsters with monstrous power and durability was futile. Hence, they seldom bothered fighting their own kind unless Muzan specifically commanded them to do so.

As Tengen and Muzan grappled with each other, their bodies crashing to the floor, it created an opportunity for the others. They could exploit this distraction, seeking an opening to strike back against the Demon King. However, there lingered the underlying threat that Muzan might choose to end Tengen's existence completely. After all, it was Muzan who had transformed Tengen into a demon, granting him life and power; thus, he possessed the ability to revoke it and deliver a fatal blow.

Tanjiro and Zenitsu reacted swiftly, assuming their battle stances, joined by Obanai and Mitsuri, who had skillfully tended to Kagaya's injuries. Though still severely wounded, Kagaya was no longer in immediate danger.

Within the confined space, the room transformed into an absolute bloodbath within a matter of minutes, intensifying the already macabre atmosphere. Tengen fought valiantly against the Demon King, fueled by his newfound determination and unyielding spirit.

In the face of this relentless assault, Tengen could dare to believe that victory was within his grasp. If he could sustain this momentum, there might be a chance to save not only himself but also the lives of those he held dear.

*

I'm here again, huh? But this time I can't see a damn thing.

Am I actually dead this time?

"Please, wake up! Y/N, wake up!" The desperate voices of Hinatsuru, Makio, and Suma resounded in the emptiness, tugging at my consciousness.

But my eyelids refuse to obey; they are heavy as lead. My entire body feels weighed down, as if trapped in an abyss. I'm sorry, Hinatsuru, Makio, and Suma. I can sense that it's you who have been calling out to me. Even after all this time, your voices are familiar and comforting, like a balm for my soul.

"Y/N, you must resist Kibutsuji Muzan. Do not let his cells take control of you again." Hinatsuru's words echoed, her concern palpable. Makio chimed in, her voice filled with urgency, "Yes, y/n. You're not a demon anymore. You never were. Lord Tengen would be devastated if he lost you again."

"And we haven't forgiven you for leaving us!" Suma's voice wavered, a mix of grief and disappointment. "We were overjoyed when we returned from the Entertainment District, thinking we would see you again. But instead, we discovered you had perished."

The weight of their words bears down on me, sinking into my consciousness and stirring a sense of remorse. I understand, and I am truly sorry for abandoning you.

"Y/N, please... don't leave Lord Tengen again. He cannot bear another loss." Hinatsuru's voice trembled with a poignant blend of sorrow and pain, her words piercing through the emptiness.

Hinatsuru... Makio... Suma...

Tengen...

Everyone...

*

Your eyes flew open, and you gasped for air as consciousness rushed back to you, seizing your senses.

"What—?" you managed to utter, disoriented and dazed.

Beside you, a voice exclaimed with evident relief, and as you turned your head, you found Obanai's face filled with an unusual mix of frustration and triumph. It took a moment for your groggy mind to process the situation and catch up with the whirlwind of events unfolding around you.

"It worked. It fucking worked," Obanai muttered, his voice laden with both disbelief and satisfaction.

What worked? Your mind raced to comprehend as your gaze followed Obanai's intense grip on the syringe he clutched so tightly. The answer began to crystallize—it was the antidote. Obanai had taken charge of administering it while the others focused on bringing Muzan down.

Shinobu had predicted that Muzan would first attempt to dispose of her unit, so she wisely delegated the responsibility of distributing antidotes and poisons to another capable individual—Obanai.

Meanwhile, the battle raged on. Tengen, Gyoumei, and Rengoku valiantly kept Muzan pinned to the ground, limiting his mobility and minimizing his threat. With fierce determination, they unleashed their strength, their combined efforts serving as a formidable barrier against the relentless demon.

Giyuu, wielding his sword, aimed for Muzan's eyes, his strikes resolute but blunt. Tanjiro and Zenitsu, their resolve unwavering, sliced through Muzan's limbs with precision and unwavering resolve. Every action they took was a gamble—a high-stakes wager between life and death. They knew the risks and understood the potential sacrifices, but they refused to falter. Their goal was clear—to bring Muzan down and protect the world from his insidious wrath.

None of them hesitated, for they knew that victory demanded unwavering resolve. With each push, each swing, each punch, and every resounding battle cry, they fought as if their very existence depended on it.

But Muzan, despite the odds stacked against him, remained defiant. He clenched his teeth, his gaze filled with a menacing intensity as he glared at Tengen.

"No way I'm letting some peon like you impede my plans," Muzan hissed through gritted teeth, his voice laced with venomous defiance.

Tengen, undeterred by Muzan's threats, met his gaze head-on and spat back with equal conviction, "You no longer have a place in this world, Muzan. It's high time you accepted reality."

A dangerous glint flickered in Muzan's eyes as he retorted, "We'll see about that."

In this pivotal moment, where the forces of darkness clashed with unwavering determination, the stage was set for a battle that would determine the fate of their world.

Muzan's arm recoiled, ready to strike the Sound Hashira with devastating force. Tengen braced himself, preparing for the impact that never came. Instead, a sinister sneer twisted across the Demon King's face, a triumph evident in his eyes. In a moment of cunning deception, Muzan had seized the opportunity to infiltrate Tengen's body, seeking to enslave him from within.

Time seemed to freeze as the realization washed over Tengen. A scream tore from his lips, mingling with the agonized howls of pain as he doubled over, feeling Muzan's presence coursing through his veins like vile poison.

"He's going to use me to hurt all of you!" Tengen's voice cracked with desperation, his words echoing through the air. Every fiber of his being writhed in anguish as he struggled to convey the urgency of the situation.

Before he could continue, blood erupted from his lips, reminiscent of the horrific moment when Muzan attempted to seize control of your body. Tengen's gaze darted to Sanemi, whose face reflected a blend of fear and panic as he stood resolutely, guarding you.

"I won't ask so politely this time! If you don't want everyone to die, you have to kill me!" His plea reverberated through the battlefield, addressed to all yet holding a particular weight directed at Sanemi.

"But—"

"No!" 

Your words reverberated through the room, cutting through the tension and drawing every gaze towards you. Relief washed over the faces of your comrades as they laid eyes on you, their expressions filled with a mixture of gratitude and joy. They were undoubtedly glad to see you safe and well, reassured by the efficacy of the antidote that had restored you to a state of remarkable vitality.

Tengen's gaze met yours; his eyes were no longer the ones you were accustomed to seeing. They held an otherworldly quality; his once vibrant complexion was now pale and sickly, and his fangs protruded from his once luscious lips. It dawned on you that he had fallen victim to Kibutsuji Muzan's vile transformation, his love for you shining through even in his altered form. The sight tugged at your heart, filling you with a bittersweet mix of adoration and despair as you feared for his very existence.

In the midst of this turmoil, Tengen's hasty plan ignited a surge of apprehension within you. You couldn't bear the thought of losing him, not after the arduous journey it had taken for you to be reunited. Determination welled up within you, overshadowing any pain or weakness that lingered from your recent surgery.

Without hesitation, you pushed yourself out of bed, paying no heed to the stability of your own legs or the protests that echoed around you. Crawling forward, you summoned every ounce of strength, your arms enveloping Tengen in a fierce embrace. The soreness in your knees from the impact against the cold, unforgiving floor went unnoticed as your sole focus rested on the man you loved.

"I refuse to let you die, Tengen," you whispered, your voice filled with unwavering determination. "We've fought so hard to be together again, and I won't stand by and watch you waste your life like this. Tengen, find that inner strength within yourself. Don't succumb to the likes of Muzan. Fight back with every fiber of your being."

As your flesh made contact with Tengen's, he inhaled sharply, his grip on sanity teetering on the edge. The torment of Muzan's presence within him was amplified by his insatiable thirst, and your proximity only intensified his struggle.

"Y/N—no, don't come near me. You'll get hurt," Tengen pleaded, his voice tinged with desperation, attempting to tear you away from him. But you clung to him, refusing to let go. 

"No! There must be another way!"

Agony flickered across Tengen's face as your words echoed Sanemi's earlier plea. Just as he was about to respond, Muzan's malevolent presence surged to life, casting everyone else aside and leaving you vulnerable and alone with the towering brute.

"Y/N, please, run while you still have the chance! Sanemi, kill me now!" Tengen's voice cracked with anguish and determination, his plea filled with a mixture of love and self-sacrifice.

"No!" Your voice wavered with both fear and defiance as you locked eyes with your cousin, who stood prepared to strike, battling his own conflicting emotions.

"Sanemi, don't!"

Tears welled in the eyes of the Wind Hashira as he clutched his sword tightly, his heart torn between honoring a dying friend's wish and hoping against hope for a miracle. The weight of their helplessness pressed heavily on everyone, rendering them momentarily powerless in the face of this convoluted situation.

If only they could find a way—a sliver of hope amidst the chaos. But time slipped through their fingers like sand, and the urgency of the moment left little room for deliberation.

"SANEMI!"

Disregarding your objections, Sanemi unleashed a heart-rending war cry, swinging his Nichirin sword with all his might.

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Lost in Paradise (Demon Slayer) After Being Nice to the Weird (Demon Slayer) More Days With You (Demon Slayer) Parallel Lines (Demon Slayer) Invisible Strings (Parallel Lines Sequel | Demon Slayer) Mother (Demon Slayer) Rules and Roses (Demon Slayer) Pianist!Tengen x Waiter!Reader (Demon Slayer) Rengoku x Hashira!Reader (Demon Slayer) Sanction (Attack on Titan) Breaking Barriers And Shattering Glass Ceilings (Attack on Titan) Part 1 Breaking Barriers And Shattering Glass Ceilings (Attack on Titan) Part 2 Love Disease (Attack on Titan) Shadowless (Attack on Titan) Vigilante Shit (My Hero Academia) One More Day (Bungou Stray Dogs) Love's Melancholy Farewell A Love Discovered in the Darkest of Times (Bungou Stray Dogs)Lo Siento (Haikyuu)

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[warabidakihime]

Rules and Roses (Prologue)

characters: human!kibutsuji muzan x reader, angst, fluff, nsfw, modern au, lowkey a political fiction but not really.

plot summary: Kibutsuji Muzan has finally decided to expand his empire, and the way he intends to do so is by running for the highest political position. With you, his darling wife, at his side, he believes he can achieve and have everything the world has to offer. He is, after all, the Phoenix of Phario.

content warning: nsfw, can be psychologically triggering *you have been warned, this is muzan so- you know what you're getting into. as always, MINORS DNI!

writer's notes: so! this is one of the fics i'd like to share with you all. i decided to share the prologue now, but i won't likely update till i finish invisible strings. Rules and Roses will take place in a modern setting and in a modern civilization. I've always wanted to write a fanfic dedicated to Muzan because I always find his character intriguing and I want to see my take on his character. Bear in mind that I will stray slightly away from his usual demeanor from the canon story, but don't worry, his main points will still be there. I have a specific route in mind for this story, so kindly bear with me. Do share your comments and feedback too. I would love to see your inputs. They will surely motivate me to write more. Enjoy reading! <3

Classical, soothing music continued to play in the room as you sat prettily in your high chair and your stylist continued to style you up for today's grand occasion. After dodging the million dollar question so many times, Kibutsuji Muzan has finally decided to formally announce his presidential candidacy for the upcoming presidential elections. 

Hoards of people with big cameras, as well as ordinary citizens of Phario, have continued to flock to the main entrance of the Obelisk Kibutsuji as they wait for the CEO of the most prestigious corporation in Areswood to take his place at the podium.

People generally dislike people who have no expertise or any semblance of political history but dare to run for any office because they believe such people are usually up to no good.

Muzan, on the other hand, was able to win the hearts of his compatriots. Everyone was in awe of the man's ability to rise from the ashes since he came from scraps and eventually made his way to the top. 

They sincerely believe that a man like Muzan would be an excellent leader because he knows the heart and wishes of the people better than anyone else. Having you as his wife, Phario's most renowned ice skater and ballerina, who has made her nation proud by bringing gold after gold every time you compete in the Olympics, is just a bonus. 

One that is extremely valuable. 

You are, without a doubt, one of your country's greatest treasures. 

Then again, you're the daughter of two legendary athletes, so it's only natural that you're good at what you do.

The fruit truly doesn't fall far from the tree, no?

*

Regardless of the fact that today is a special day for you two, Muzan is currently meeting with some of his overseas investors. He arrived at the arena much earlier than you, allowing him to get his hair and makeup done. He insisted on you taking your time because you were exhausted from yesterday's schedule. You've just returned from a charity expedition in the countryside.

Another quality that everyone in Phario reveres about you is that you are not just an exceptional athlete but also a philanthropist. Because of your parents, you have been exposed to social work since you were a child, and as you have grown older, you have developed an interest in helping others. It's in your nature to be so compassionate and caring.

Despite his desire to concentrate entirely on today's event, he had already promised to give them the time of day and speak with them. 

That's exactly the type of man Muzan is. He is headstrong, incredibly intelligent, unfailingly truthful, and always honors his commitments. He might be impatient and hot-headed at times, but he's a wonderful person overall.

Unbeknownst to the general public, you two have known each other since high school. When you first met, he was a year older than you, so he was a senior and you were a junior. 

You met him during a school event wherein you performed in front of the whole student body. Muzan fell in love with you the moment he saw you dance so gracefully on stage, but it took him a while to approach you. Because you come from a renowned family, he assumed you wouldn't dare to give a commoner like him the time of day.

He was adamant about that until you approached him. 

It didn't happen on a special day or anything; it just happened on a rainy Thursday. It was after school hours and he was about to go home when you sheepishly asked him if you could share umbrellas because you'd forgotten your own.

That was the beginning of your friendship. 

Muzan was pleasantly delighted to learn that, despite your illustrious background, you were really modest and so lovely. He was smitten every time you looked at him, and luckily for him, the feeling was mutual. You admire his enthusiasm and tenacity.

Every time he would share his dreams with you, his ruby eyes would twinkle, and you found yourself falling deeper and faster for him. It doesn't help that every time you two meet at the school grounds, he looks dashingly handsome. 

As you were making a name for yourselves, it didn't take long for the public to fall in love with you two.

Everyone adored you to the point that you two have been branded as the embodiment of regality. Adults would wish their children to grow up like you two, while youngsters would desire to meet somebody like you or Muzan.

Admiring someone to the point of idolatry isn't exactly your thing, but you can't help but feel flattered from time to time. Who wouldn't want to be seen as a role model for young girls? In today's society, you're like a contemporary queen who is adorned by her subjects.

*

A few moments passed, and the stylist was finally done with your hair and make up, and you looked absolutely gorgeous. 

You thanked her and motioned for her to have lunch as she had been working for three hours straight, and while you were admiring your stylist's work, an arm wrapped around your waist, making you jump a little.

When you looked at Muzan with wide eyes, he chuckled lovingly.

"You scared me!"

"I'm sorry, my love. You look beautiful though."

"Really?" you said, your face flushed.

He was about to agree when he abruptly stopped mid sentence and said, "Wait," then went for your earrings and took them off, leaving you perplexed.

"Dear, what are you doing?"

He didn't say anything and instead grabbed for the pearl earrings, which he neatly placed in your ear, saying, "There. Much better."

“You didn't like the diamond earrings? That's the one you gave me on our fifth wedding anniversary."

"I do, but pearl earrings befit a president's first lady more, don't you think?" Muzan said as he shook his head. He then smiled at you and kissed you sweetly on your forehead.

You smiled cheekily at him, "Already confident you'll win?"

"Of course. I have you as my lucky charm."

"Well, aren't you sweet? Come here..." You were about to pull him down for a kiss on the lips when Kokushibo entered the room and tapped on the door.

"It's time, Sir Muzan," he remarked curtly.

"We'll be there in a minute," Muzan said, turning to face him.

Before leaving the room, Kokushibo bowed graciously. 

You saw your spouse take a big breath before turning to you and asking, "Are you ready?"

"I'm ready," you said warmly.

Muzan held your hand in his and you two proceeded towards the door, and when you were finally visible to the audience, the screaming became even louder. 

Everyone was evidently delighted to see you.

You gently squeezed Muzan's hand before escorting him to the platform.

You and Akaza, your personal bodyguard, listened to Muzan's speech from the rear, while Kokushibo stood by your spouse as he addressed the people.

Akaza took a step closer to you, but not enough to raise suspicions. He stealthily hooked his pinky with yours, making you blush, and then you felt your insides churn when he spoke to you in that sultry voice of his.

"You should have worn the earrings I got you, Madam."

Next Chapter: Chapter 1

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Invisible Strings Chapter 14

Characters: Uzui Tengen x Reader | Modern AU Synopsis: Sequel of Parallel Lines Content Warnings: profanity, smut, sleep paralysis, eventual violence, blo0d, slight manga spoilers (tho i strayed away from the original plot but yeh), can be a bit psychologically triggering for some so proceed cautiously.

Previous Chapter: Prologue Next Chapter: Chapter 2

a/n: FINALLY!

Hello!!! Okay, first and foremost, I apologize for the delay in updating. So much has happened in the previous three months, and writing was the last thing on my mind for two reasons: one, I don't want to write while I'm in a bad mood because I know it will affect the quality of my writing, and two, I didn't have the energy to do anything. But don't worry, everything is back to normal now. I'm back on my feet and improving steadily. Thank you very much for your understanding! I've read your comments and greatly appreciate them all.

Invisible Strings is coming to a close, but don't worry, I've got fresh stories for you! 

So keep an eye out for it!

Under the high and bright sun, a sense of unease permeated the air. Despite the pleasant weather, tension clung to the surroundings as everyone anxiously waited outside the operating room where Shinobu would perform the procedure on you.

Sitting on a bench just outside the room, Tengen's large frame appeared hunched and weighed down by worry. His palms had grown clammy, and his hand remained pressed against his temple as if trying to hold his anxiety at bay. He made a conscious effort to appear calm and collected, understanding that being on edge wouldn't be of any help, but the fear of witnessing your life slip away before his eyes loomed over him relentlessly.

Shinobu had assured them that the operation would go smoothly and wouldn't take long. However, she had also warned them of the inevitable—the fact that Muzan, the source of your suffering, was still alive and thriving, his very existence siphoning away your life force. There remained a grim possibility that he would emerge during the procedure, leading to a battle they could only hope to swiftly win.

Worst-case scenarios loomed in the back of everyone's minds. Should Muzan retain even a shred of consciousness while Shinobu worked, he might react violently and attempt to escape, potentially taking your life in an instant.

In a stroke of luck, the outcome could mean severe injuries for you, with Muzan's blood seeping into your wounds, triggering a transformation into a demon. It wasn't an ideal situation, but it provided a temporary respite since your injuries would heal rapidly and Shinobu could administer an antidote to revert you back to being human. It was a preferable outcome compared to the alternative—losing you and your friends desperately trying to revive you.

As soon as Tengen heard these possibilities, color drained from his face, and the memory of that fateful night replayed in his mind, each detail etched into his consciousness like a broken tape.

He couldn't bear the thought of losing you again.

After years of yearning, the heavens had finally granted him the chance to be reunited with you, to build a life together, and to find their happily ever after. Losing you now would shatter him beyond repair. With a tumultuous storm of emotions raging within him, Tengen failed to notice the tremor coursing through his body until Sanemi approached, offering a reassuring pat on the back.

"I feel like I'm teetering on the edge of losing my sanity," Tengen murmured, his voice barely audible as he clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white from the strain. The visible anxiety weighed heavily on him.

Sitting beside Tengen, Sanemi let out a frustrated sigh, his grip on the hilt of his sword tightening. Each member of their group carried their Nichirin swords, a tangible reminder of the impending battle they were about to face. While a sense of nostalgia lingered in the air, it quickly gave way to an overwhelming dread that permeated their very beings.

As much as Sanemi desired to console his dear friend, he too felt his own mind spiraling. However, unlike Tengen, Sanemi had learned over time to keep his composure intact, though his anxiety still simmered beneath the surface.

The image of you screaming, thrashing, and nearly slipping away from his grasp had etched itself into Sanemi's mind without his consent. To this day, he hadn't fully come to terms with the trauma of that moment, and whenever it resurfaced in his thoughts, a shiver would race down his spine, leaving him in a state of profound fear.

The revelation that you two were related only intensified the fear. You had become immeasurably precious to him, and the mere thought of losing you now would undoubtedly shatter his heart.

After enduring so much, it seemed as though the universe refused to grant you a moment's respite. At times, Sanemi found himself wanting to curse whatever higher power existed for subjecting you to such agonizing torment.

With clasped hands, Sanemi silently offered his own prayer, seeking solace and protection for your well-being. Tengen caught a glimpse of the Wind Hashira's solemn gesture, and for the first time that day, a small, genuine smile graced his lips.

Meanwhile, Tengen, in an effort to find inner calm, took a deep breath, allowing the air to fill his lungs and steady his racing thoughts. If all of you managed to make it through this ordeal unscathed, he vowed to himself that he would hasten to the nearest jewelry store, purchase the most extravagant ring, and finally ask for your hand in marriage.

So, please, y/n, return to me safely. Don't allow him to corrupt you again.

*

The air inside the operating room grew increasingly icy and tense as Shinobu focused on the delicate task of removing Muzan's cells that had taken residence on your descending thoracic aorta, a mere few inches away from your heart. Navigating this intricate part of the human body was already nerve-wracking, but the stakes were even higher now. One wrong move could seal your fate and alter the course of the entire world.

Despite not having had many interactions with you yet, Shinobu had heard nothing but praise. She learned about your remarkable generosity when she discovered the substantial donation you had made to the charity she founded several years ago—a charity dedicated to helping abandoned children. The cause resonated deeply with her, as she believed that no child should suffer the way she had. Her own tragic past, in which she lost everything to Muzan, fueled her determination to ensure that every child had a chance to live happily and safely.

Shinobu had always taken great pride in her surgical skills and her role as an ally of the healthcare sector. However, even she couldn't deny the uneasiness that gripped her this time. That's why, even in times of relative peace, Shinobu never let her guard down and meticulously prepared for a day like this. With the advancements in technology and access to vast knowledge and resources, she had the tools to devise safety measures, including more potent antidotes to transform demons back into humans and deadlier poisons to combat formidable foes like Kibutsuji Muzan.

Together with her comrades, she refused to let history repeat itself. She was determined to prevent further tragedies at all costs, even if it meant sacrificing her own life in the process.

Thus far, the procedure has progressed smoothly. There were no anomalies as Shinobu painstakingly extracted the contaminated cells, and your vital signs remained strong and stable. While she dared not celebrate prematurely, she took this as a positive sign—a glimmer of hope that everything would turn out alright.

In a way, consider it a favorable omen—a whisper of reassurance in the midst of uncertainty.

*

The hazy plain stretched out before you as you stood, fully conscious and aware of your surroundings. The wind tousled your hair gently, creating a soft, ethereal effect. Though you were alone, a sense of another presence lingered in the air. Your hands trembled, and your throat felt dry with anticipation as you awaited his arrival. There was no doubt in your mind that Muzan would make his appearance, and you steeled yourself for the inevitable confrontation.

Suddenly, the atmosphere grew colder, and with a blink of an eye, there he stood. Muzan, towering over you, radiated an air of arrogance, as if his previous defeat had never touched him. His smug expression revealed his confidence, as if he had already achieved his twisted victory.

Decades had passed, but the mere presence of Muzan sent shivers down your spine. It took every ounce of strength not to run away, but you knew that if you didn't face him now, you would never be able to forgive yourself. You had made it your life's mission to never be defeated by him again. He was nothing more than a relic from your past, a powerless being who held no sway over you. There was no reason to cower in his presence.

"You were nothing but a pawn, a mere tool in my hands. However, you surprised me by sinking your fangs into my neck, deeper than anyone ever has. Your audacity impresses me, Y/N." Muzan sneered, his voice laced with disdain. "If only I had known your zeal earlier, I could have utilized you more effectively. You could have been of greater use to me. If you had sought love and devotion, you should have opened your mouth to me. I could have given you so much more, Y/N. You could have been my queen in the world I sought to build."

"Do you even comprehend the meaning of love, Muzan? I highly doubt such purity exists within you." You scoffed, unable to contain your disdain.

For a brief moment, his expression darkened, revealing cracks in his already fragile patience. However, he quickly regained his composure, maintaining a condescending smile as he continued to gaze at you.

"It saddens me that you underestimate me, Y/N."

A chill ran down your spine as you felt him move behind you. His arm coiled around your waist, pulling you closer. Your heart raced as his breath tickled your ear, and instinctively, your body tensed.

"I know how to charm a woman, you know," he whispered.

"Get your hands off me," you demanded.

Muzan chuckled, seemingly amused by your feeble attempt to intimidate him. His grip tightened, a silent warning that he held the upper hand.

"I've changed my mind, Y/N. I won't kill you. You are too valuable to dispose of. Once I am revived, you will be my queen. I will shower you with adoration and restore your immortality. Surely, that will make your pathetic heart dance with joy, won't it?"

You couldn't help but laugh, though it was short-lived, replaced by a piercing glare. "Go to hell, Muzan."

*

The sight before them was beyond comprehension. Shock and horror enveloped everyone, leaving them frozen in disbelief. Even the most skilled Hashira couldn't react to the gruesome scene that unfolded before their eyes.

Tengen's heart pounded in his chest as he stared at your lifeless body and the gaping wound in your chest where Muzan had emerged. The sight was grotesque, sending waves of revulsion through his entire being. His mind struggled to process what had just transpired, unable to fathom the depths of the tragedy that had befallen you.

Muzan, basking in his newfound revival, reveled in the chaos he had unleashed. His ruby eyes gleamed with sadistic pleasure as he took in the shocked faces of those around him. Standing there, naked and unashamed, he relished the moment, relishing in the fear and despair that radiated from the onlookers.

As his gaze fell upon Tengen, a malicious grin twisted Muzan's face, a chilling display of his malevolence. With a voice laced with contempt, he uttered those chilling words, taunting Tengen with his sinister condolences.

The weight of those words crushed Tengen's soul, sending a wave of grief and anger surging through him. The love of his life was torn away from him in the cruelest manner imaginable, and now he stood face to face with the very monster responsible for it all.

Tengen's body trembled with rage and sorrow, and his fists clenched tightly. In that moment, a fire ignited within him, fueling his determination to avenge your tragic fate and rid the world of Muzan's vile existence.

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[warabidakihime]

Rules and Roses

★ characters: kibutsuji muzan x reader x akaza ★ plot summary: Kibutsuji Muzan has finally decided to expand his empire, and the way he intends to do so is by running for the highest political position. With you, his darling wife, at his side, he believes he can achieve and have everything the world has to offer. He is, after all, the Phoenix of Phario. ★ fic playlist: sometimes, same day, as time stops, wolf’s song (this is also the vision board for the fic).  ★ content warnings : implied violence and abuse, profanities, toxic relationships, smut.

a/n: comments are always welcome and greatly appreciated! hearing your thoughts motivates me to write more, so please leave a comment. have fun reading!

Prologue

Chapter 1

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Your thoughts were elsewhere while you were at work today.

Why were you distracted?

Well, you were picturing yourself being the brattiest, neediest bitch towards Geto as he locked eyes with you as you hangout on the bed in your shared bedroom. He's still fully clothed and so composed.

Not really, he's just really good at hiding his own thirst. His cock is aching underneath his pants, and the pre-cum is already soiling the fabric.

Meanwhile, you're sitting directly across from him, almost naked if it weren't for the shiny collar that adorns your neck. Your thighs pressed together because you were desperately trying to contain yourself, but the whiny whimpers you would let out said otherwise.

He's only a few inches away, but he can already smell the excitement oozing from your needy cunt.

Geto finally inched closer to you, softly grasping your chin. For a brief moment, his eyes appeared corrupted, but they gradually softened as you continued to stare at him like a lost puppy.

He teasingly slid his thumb inside your mouth after caressing your luscious lips, which you eagerly accepted by lapping your tongue on it.

Then he whistled like a dog trainer.

"All right, now be a good girl and lie down."

#would you look at that #i finally wrote something #and it's a thirst drabble all because i was simping for geto all day at work #hope y'all like it tho #hopefully in the near future i can start writing on full speed again lol #warabidakihime rambles #warabidakihime #jujutsu kaisen #geto x reader #geto suguru #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #jujutsu kaisen scenarios

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Lost in Paradise (Masterlist)

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

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