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A Collection Of Blellow Oneshots...

Character Guide: 💙 Blue = Beau 💛 Yellow = Cole 💚 Green = Anne 🩵 Aqua = Mai 🧡 Orange = Riley ❤️ Flowery = Flowery 💜 Seth = Seth In this AU, Asgore owns the land the Flowers live and work on. Most of them share one bustling farmhouse, while Beau lives alone in a nearby village and dances professionally with a local ballet company.

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.Beau Visits the Farm.

The moment Beau stepped out of the truck, Mai was already sprinting toward him. “PRETTY!” The little girl launched herself at his legs. Beau barely managed to catch her.

“Oh dear-!”

“Hi!”

“Hello, darling.”

Cole smiled from beside him. “Told ya she’s a fast lil' thing.” Riley appeared moments later. “Can your wings actually fly?!”

“Yes, actually.”

"Cool." Before Beau could recover, Anne appeared from the porch and gently pressed a mug of tea into his hands, as the steam curled upward, it smelled like honey. “…Thank you.”

Anne smiled and signs to him, Cole translated upon seeing beau's confused look. “She says she’s happy you’re here.”

Something in Beau’s chest softened. It feels a lot more reassuring to hear "Happy you’re here." rather than just a simple "Welcome."

.Wing Care.

“Hold still now...”

“I am holding still.”

“No yer' not.”

Beau sighed, Cole sat behind him on their porch swing. A soft brush moved carefully through the delicate patches of fur on shiny blue butterfly wings. The farm was surprisingly quiet, sunset painting the fields a nice shade of gold. Cole’s tail flicked lazily, kind of like a cat.

“These things are so delicate, S'makin' me nervous..."

“They are.”

“How d'ya survive?”

“I’ve managed.”

“Barely...You've been neglectin' yourself for how long?”

“Cole.”

“Now, I’m serious. Don't do this no more ya' hear?”

The brush moved lower. For someone who was constantly working on a farm, Cole was extremely gentle with his hands and even more patient with him. To Beau, that was the most attractive trait he had.

Beau felt himself relaxing, the tension drained from his shoulders.

His eyes closed...and the next thing he knew…

“Cole..?”

“Hm?”

“…I think...did I fall asleep?”

“Y'did.”

“…For how long?”

“bout' Forty-five minutes.”

“…Oh dear.”

Cole grinned. “Guess I did a good job.”

.County Fair.

“Cole...”

“Hwat...”

“You’ve checked on that pumpkin like...sixteen times.”

“I swear it changed.”

“It’s a pumpkin.” Cole squinted at it.

“I don’t trust it. This game is rigged; this here pumpkin is GONNA get shot."

“The pumpkin...Isn't...I think you misunderstood the game.”

"The pumpkin will die."

“You know,” Beau said. “If you don’t win, life will continue.”

Cole gasped. “Now...I'm not losing to a pumpkin. 'Specially if it's something you wanted.”

"Oh dear."

.The Sleepover.

The rain hammered against the windows, Beau looked outside.

Then checked the clock.

Then looked outside again...

“…Well.”

“No buses?”

“No buses.” Cole rubbed the back of his neck. “…You uh...y'can stay.”

Beau smiled. “Really? It wouldn't be too much trouble?”

"Ah, naw. We ain't got nothin' else goin' on." The guest room was simple.

Warm blankets, wooden furniture, and a cute little lamp. The very atmosphere was comfortable.

Far more comfortable than Beau expected. The problem was…

Neither of them slept.

At around 1AM Beau heard footsteps, the door cracked open.

“…Cole?”

“…Y'awake...?” He mumbled the words almost shameful that he was awake himself. “…Yes.”

“…Can I come in..?" A pause. He was totally indecent...the very thought of Cole seeing him like this made him blush. but...something in him said, “…Of course.”

Cole sat down against the edge of the bed, twiddling with his thumbs.

"Darling. Do you want to talk?"

“…yeah.”

.Learning Sign Language.

Anne nearly dropped the bowl she was washing, Beau stood beside her.

Extremely, nervous. Afraid he'd do something wrong or make a wrong move. Slowly he signed: “Can I help?”

Anne grinned, eyes softening.

She immediately began signing a fast response. Beau blinked.

“…I only...know six phrases.”

Anne smiled, nodding in understanding. From the doorway Cole watched the whole exchange.

His tail wagged. Hard. Like slapping the wall hard.

Flowery looked over. “What’s got you so excited?”

Cole didn’t answer...because the only thought in his head was: "I am so unbelievably in love."

.Horn Polishing.

“…You really polish them?” Cole nearly jumped out of his chair.

“Beau!” His face was beet red. “Sorry dear.” The butterfly simply stared.

Fascinated...Cole held up a cloth.

“Well…" He shrugged. “Gotta keep ’em nice. I try my best to keep em' lookin' purdy.”

Beau stepped closer. “…May I touch?” Cole forgot how speaking worked. “…If y'want to...”

A few minutes later Beau carefully rubbed the cloth across one horn, concentrating and very determined.

Cole looked away, almost immediately when he was finished. "Does it look pretty?" Cole nodded...unfortunately any words he could've possibly said had completely escaped him.

Because that was somehow more embarrassing than kissing.

.I Love You.

The sunflowers stretched endlessly, golden, bright, and beautiful. Cole knelt in the dirt beside Beau, helping him plant the seeds. Neither spoke for the brief moment. Although the silence wasn’t awkward.

Just glances from Beau at Cole's arms, his sleeves were rolled to his elbows, forearms sun-warmed and dusted with soil, every careful movement gentle enough to cradle something that hadn’t even begun to bloom.

Dirt settled into the lines of his hands as he pressed each seed into the earth, and Beau couldn’t decide what was more beautiful—the flowers he was planting, or the quiet certainty in the hands that promised they’d grow.

And on Coles end, he looked up for only a heartbeat, just long enough to watch his hands disappear beneath the blossoms. They were impossibly gentle—fingers that had learned grace before they had ever learned labor, now smudged with the same dark earth as his own.

Beau tucked a seed into the soil as though he were returning something precious to where it belonged, and Cole found himself wondering how hands so made for a stage could make kneeling in the dirt look just as beautiful.

Cole’s heart melted, just completely.

"Beau..?"

He looked up, "Yes?"

“…I Love ya'.”

The words slipped out, easy, and natural. Beau froze...then Cole froze.

“…”

“…”

“…I uh...” Before he could begin, a slow smile spread across Beau’s face, warm enough to rival the summer sun.

“There’s no such thing as a soulmate.”

The cowbell/blellow brainrot is real. I’m dying.

Character Guide: Semi human AU💗

* 💙 Blue = Beau

* 💛 Yellow = Cole

* 💚 Green = Anne

* 🩵 Aqua = Mai

* 🧡 Orange = Riley

* ❤️ Flowery = Flowery

* 💜 Seth = Seth🤷‍♀️

In this AU, Asgore owns the land the Flowers live and work on. Most of them share one big bustling farmhouse, while Beau lives alone in a nearby village and dances professionally with a local ballet company. Why not with the other flowers? You’ll see. 💗

Credits to the original artists! 🦋

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The rooster hadn’t even started crowing before the front door burst open.

It slammed against the wall.

“…Mornin’.”

Cole staggered into the farmhouse smelling like bonfire smoke, cheap beer, and the county fair. His hat was somehow still perched on his head despite looking as though it’d survived a tornado. Flowery looked up from the ledger he’d been balancing.

“…You’re alive.”

“Barely.”

Cole kicked off one boot, then the other.

…He missed the mat entirely.

Anne emerged from the kitchen, drying her hands on a towel. She signed to him with one raised eyebrow. “Again?”

Cole pointed accusingly.

“Ey’ I was celebratin’.”

Anne made an accusatory expression signing, “Celebrating what?”

“…Saturday.”

She stared. Then rolled her eyes so hard Seth snorted from the couch. “Told ya she’d ask!”

Cole ignored him. “I’m goin’ t’bed.”

He trudged upstairs like a condemned man.

The second his head hit the pillow— Darkness.

The next morning…

“…Ow shyyyyyyyit.” Cole winced.

Everything hurt.

His head…

His back…

His dignity…………

“…Never drink Grillby’s moonshine again…”

He scratched absently at his side. “…Huh?” His fingers froze.

There, just above his hip—

A red handprint.

It looked…

Burned. “What in….hayell…?”

He hurried into the bathroom. The mirror confirmed it.

Five distinct fingers stretched around his waist.

Almost as if someone had grabbed him hard enough to leave a glowing imprint beneath his skin.

“…Did somebody brand me while I was fuckin’ drunk…?” He leaned closer. “…I don’t even remember leavin’ the bonfire.” Anne knocked gently before entering with clean towels.

She noticed him staring at himself.

Then noticed the mark.

Her eyes widened.

She stepped closer, reaching toward it.

Cole flinched. “It…don’t hurt much.”

She carefully inspected it before signing, “Looks like a burn.”

“Ain’t touched no fire.”

She frowned. “You need medicine son.”

“…I guess.”

By noon he’d wrapped it in fresh gauze, covered it with ointment, and forced himself outside.

The farm wasn’t going to run itself.

The chickens still screamed for breakfast, the goats had somehow escaped again. (Definitely aqua.) Mai giggled as Riley chased one through the yard.

“C’mere!”

The tiny goat leapt over Riley’s head, Mai laughed so hard she nearly fell over.

“Mister Cole!” Cole chuckled despite himself.

“Mornin’, munchkin.” Mai hurried over. “Why you walk funny?” (Japanglishbaby)

“…I ain’t walkin’ funny.”

“You are!”

“…Alright, maybe a little.”

Hours later…

Sweaty and exhausted, Cole finally stepped beneath the shower. He peeled away the bandage.

“…No way in hell.” The gauze…Had scorch marks.

Burned nearly through.

His skin underneath glowed faintly crimson.

“What the…” He poked it.

“…Oh hell.”

Seth was hanging upside down on the porch railing reading a battered old book when Cole found him.

“…Kid.”

“Hm?”

“You know anythin’ ’bout weird burns?”

“Probably.”

Cole lifted his shirt…

Seth blinked…then their mouth dropped.

“…Huh.”

“‘Huh’?”

“Haven’t seen one in real life…”

Cole’s stomach sank.

“…Seen a’what?”

Seth shut the book. “Anne used to tell me about them.”

“…”

“They’re soulmate marks!!”

“…” Cole stared…then laughed. “Oh, that’s rich.”

“I’m serious!!”

“No, yer’ fourteen.”

“So!?”

“So you don’t know nothin’.” Seth shrugged.

“When your soulmate first reaches for your soul…”

He tapped the handprint. “…their touch appears here.” Cole barked another laugh.

“…Right.”

“They say it burns until you’re meant to meet.”

“…Uh-huh.”

“They also say it stops hurting after your first kiss.”

Cole pointed absentmindedly toward the house, turning to walk away. “You’ve been readin’ fairy tales.”

“I’ve been reading history…”

Miles away…

Morning sunlight spilled across polished hardwood floors. Beau adjusted the ribbons around his ballet slippers.

“Ready?” The instructor clapped once.

Everyone took their places.

Beau stretched…then paused.

“…Ow.” His hand drifted to his waist. A strange warmth lingered beneath his leotard.

Later, in the dressing room…He removed the fabric.

“Good…heavens.” A crimson handprint wrapped around his side. Perfectly shaped.

“How…odd…” He touched it gently. “…Curious.”

He had rehearsal in five minutes…

So he simply sighed.

“…I suppose it can wait.”

Weeks passed.

The marks never faded.

Neither of them spoke much about it anymore, life just continued.

Until…a random Thursday.

Beau adjusted the basket hanging from his arm as he approached the familiar roadside produce stand. “Good morning.” Cole looked up from arranging tomatoes.

His brain…

Stopped working.

Beautiful, butterfly wings, soft blue locs, and a buttery smooth British accent.

“…”

“…hello cowboy.” Beau smiled politely. “I hope I’m not too early.” Cole stared…his tail immediately began to wag.

“Oh.” He grabbed it with both hands. “…uh…howdy…butterfly.” Smooth yellow. Smooth.

Beau looked around. “You seem to be out of sunflower seeds.” Cole looked toward the empty shelf.

“…Aw, shoot.” He scratched the back of his neck. “…I’ve got ya’.”

He disappeared into the barn…boxes crashed…something fell…Riley yelled…

“COLE?!”

“I’M FAIN.”

After several increasingly concerning noises…He emerged triumphantly holding three little seed packets.

“Found ’em for ya’.” Beau smiled. “You’ve saved my garden cowboy.”

“…H-Happy t’help.” He accepted the packets…then hesitated. “…Actually…”

Cole’s heart stopped. “Yeah?”

“…May I have your telephone number?”

“…”

“…”

“…”

Cole stared. Blushing. Hard. Then spun on his heel. And sprinted toward the farmhouse.

“FLOWERY!”

Flowery looked up from his paperwork.

“I NEED PAPER.”

“…Here?”

“THANK YEW BAH.”

He snatched the paper, scribbled his number so quickly it was barely legible, and ran back outside with his hat halfway off his head.

Beau was still patiently waiting.

“…M’Sorry.” He accepted the folded paper with a smile.

“No apology necessary.”

Their fingers brushed.

Cole spent the next twenty-three hours in absolute misery. Not because he regretted giving Beau his number….

Quite the opposite.

He had given the prettiest man he’d ever seen his number. The problem was…

“…What if he don’t call!?”

“He’s gonna call.”

Seth didn’t even look up from the potato he was peeling. Cole paced across the kitchen.

“But what if he don’t?”

“He asked for your number.”

“Yeah...”

“So why wouldn’t he call?”

“…Maybe he was jus’ bein’ nice...”

Flowery sipped his coffee. “Cole.”

“Huh?”

“You have checked that phone every five minutes.”

“…”

“I am amazed by the fact that you can wait approximately five minutes each time you check the phone, but can’t do basic multiplication.”

“…”

“It has been three hours.”

“…”

“What exactly are you expecting to happen?” Cole folded his arms.

“…Phone might ring.”

“It isn’t going to bud.”

“…Could.”

Flowery sighed into his mug. Anne quietly walked over and adjusted Cole’s shirt collar.

“Sit down son...”

“I ain’t…nervous…” She simply pointed toward his tail. It was swishing hard enough to knock a wooden block off the counter.

“…Maybe I’m a little nervous.”

Meanwhile across town…Beau was also suffering.

He’d rewritten what he wanted to text three separate times.

“Good morning, this is Beau.”

“…Too formal.”

“Hello, Cole?”

“…No.”

“Oh! Hello!”

“…Far too excited.”

He buried his face in a pillow.

“…It’s coffee, Beau. Not a proposal..”

He could do coffee!

…Probably!

At precisely 8:03 AM, the farm housephone rang. Cole screamed.

“AHOHHSHIT!”

Everyone in the kitchen jumped.

Mai dropped her spoon, Riley looked up from coloring...Flowery slowly pinched the bridge of his nose. “…Cole at least calm down before you answer.”

“I GOT IT.” He nearly tripped over a chair diving toward the phone.

“H-HYELLO?” A pause.

“…Good morning Cole.”

Oh...that voice. His voice. Soft, smooth, calming...

Cole immediately forgot every word he’d ever learned.

“…”

“…Hello?”

“Oh shiyt, uh...! Howdy.” Beau smiled to himself.

“I hope I’m not calling too early.”

“…Nope.”

“It isn’t inconvenient?”

“Nope.”

“Wonderful.”

Cole internally screamed. The silence was deafening. Would he just say something?! Anything?!!

“So…”

“…Yes?”

“…How’re…”

His eyes darted around the room.

“…Yer' flowers?”

Flowery looked heavenward. Beau blinked.

“…Oh? You remembered?”

“…Yup...How could i forget..”

“…They're growing in quite nicely. I always see good results with your seeds.”

“…Good.”

“Yes…Excellent.”

Another silence. Then Beau chuckled, just a little to himself.

“…Cole.”

“…Yeah?”

“I was wondering…Would you perhaps like to have coffee with me tomorrow morning?”

“…”

Cole looked like someone had unplugged him.

Tomorrow.

Coffee.

With Beau.

“…Cole?”

“YES.”

“…Sorry…Yeah, I’d...Why I'd love to.”

“I know a lovely café.”

“I’ll be there.”

“Ten o’clock?”

“…Sharp darlin'.”

When the two idiots hung up...Cole ran straight into a wall, and Beau was screaming into his pillow.

The next morning...

9:40 AM.

Cole had changed shirts…well over five times.

“Naw...naw...” Another shirt landed on the bed.

“This one’ll have me itchy...”

Another... "This'n makes me look weird...”

and another... “This'n's too fancy...”

Anne stood in the doorway, watching with her arms crossed. After his seventh shirt she finally walked over.

Dug through the roughage and pulled out the very first flannel he’d tried on. knowingly handed it to him.

“…”

She signed, “You looked the most handsome in this one, son.”

Cole blinked. “…Yer' sure?”

She nodded; he smiled shyly. “…Thanks, Mama Anne.”

She dusted imaginary dirt off his shoulder before giving him a tiny thumbs-up.

Meanwhile…

Beau stood in front of his mirror tying a navy ribbon into his hair...making sure it was perfect at every angle. He changed his waistcoat at least four times, brushed imaginary lint off his sleeves.

“…Too much..?”

He looked at himself again.

“…Perhaps.”

Then smiled.

“…I suppose that's just me.”

At 9:58…

Cole had already been standing outside the café, his palms were sweating, and his tail was totally betraying him, he kept a firm grip on it, keeping it still. He let go, placing it down.

“Stay y'damn shithead...calm down ole' yellow.”

Thump against the bench... Thumpthumpthump.

“Oh, c’mon.”

A familiar voice interrupted him.

“…Talking to yourself?” Cole's head nearly spun 360 degrees around. Beau stood there with a paper bag tucked in between his hands, butterfly wings shimmering in the morning light.

“…Uh...Maybe.”

“I see.”

“You…look real nice.”

Beau’s cheeks warmed ever so slightly. “So do you.”

Cole.exe crashed.

“…”

“…Thanks." Beau tilted his head.

“…Shall we?” Cole offered his arm before immediately realizing what he’d done.

“I—uh...” Beau smiled. “I’d be delighted.” He slipped his hand around Cole’s arm.

The moment they touched—both of them inhaled sharply. Heat bloomed beneath the bandages hidden under their clothes. Not painful.

Just…

Warm.

They exchanged a confused glance.

“…Did you feel—”

“…Yes...it was like a magnet.”

"..."

Neither of them had an explanation. So they simply continued inside together. Neither noticed Seth, who had biked into town “for snacks,” peeking through the café window from across the street.

They adjusted their glasses.

“…Huh.” Then grinned. “…Mama Anne was right.” And immediately pedaled home as fast as they could.

The first time it happened, Yuji couldn’t sleep.

The den was quiet. Gojo and Geto had long since retired for the night, Nobara was sprawled across her nest with one arm hanging over the edge, and Megumi had slipped away as he often did. Yuji knew exactly where he was going.

To you, his prey.

Megumi had been spending nearly every evening with the little bunny in her cottage. Yuji smiled to himself.

Good for him.

…So why did the den feel so empty?

Unable to settle, he wandered through the forest. His paws carried him farther than he’d intended. Before he realized it, the familiar scent of tomatoes, herbs, and wildflowers drifted through the air.

Your garden.

A candle still glowed faintly through the cottage window. Yuji hesitated.

“I should go home…”

Instead, he found himself quietly padding toward the porch. The door was cracked open just enough for the evening breeze.

“…Megumi?” came a sleepy voice from inside. Yuji froze. You were awake.

Or…half awake.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, rubbing one eye. “I thought you’d gotten lost.” You smiled—small, warm, trusting. Yuji’s heart sank. You thought he was Megumi.

He opened his mouth.

“No, I’m—”

But the words caught in his throat. You had already curled back beneath your blanket, leaving a warm spot beside you.

“…Come back to bed.”

Silence. Just this once, Yuji thought. Just until she falls asleep.

Then I’ll leave.

Slowly, he lay down on top of the blanket, careful to keep some distance. Almost immediately, you shifted closer in your sleep.

Warm…Comfortable….Safe.

You rested against his shoulder with a tiny sigh.

“…Goodnight…”

Yuji closed his eyes.

“…Goodnight.”

He told himself it wouldn’t happen again. It did.

Not every night, only on the nights Megumi couldn’t make it. Or so Yuji justified. Sometimes they barely spoke.

Sometimes they sleepilywatched fireflies outside the window. Sometimes you sleepily talked about your garden. About which vegetables were finally growing.

About how Nobara kept stealing your carrots.

Yuji listened.

He laughed.

He forgot, for a little while, how quiet the den felt when everyone else had someone to lean on.

Every morning he left before sunrise. Every morning he promised himself it was the last time.

Megumi noticed the scent eventually.

“You smell like flowers.”

Yuji looked up from breakfast.

“Huh?”

“The same flowers near my prey’s cottage.”

Yuji’s heartbeat skipped…Megumi shrugged.

“You’ve always liked that patch for naps. Napping lately?” As he walked past, Megumi pat his shoulder. “…Yeah.”

Megumi accepted the answer without another thought. Yuji hated how relieved he felt.

Weeks passed.

The garden flourished!

The pack settled into its routines.

Then one evening, Megumi returned to the den looking…different. Calmer, certain. A little antsy.

Gojo looked up first.

“Well?”

Megumi didn’t hesitate.

“She accepted.”

Nobara blinked.

“Accepted what?”

Megumi’s ears stood proudly.

“She’s my official mate.”

The den erupted, per Gojo’s request. Gojo laughed loud enough to startle birds from the trees. “I knew it!”

Nobara walked over and punched Megumi lightly on the shoulder. “About time!”

Even she was smiling. Yuji smiled too.

But…

He couldn’t be happy for him.

The word echoed in his ears.

“Mate.”

Not prey anymore.

Mate.

The warmth he’d borrowed— The quiet evenings.

The conversations, the comfort he’d convinced himself didn’t mean anything. It had never been his.

It belonged to his brother. Megumi.

Yuji lowered his gaze. For the first time since those nights had begun…The weight of what he’d done settled fully on his shoulders.

The news spread through the pack faster than Megumi expected.

Not because he told anyone…Megumi wasn’t exactly known for sharing his feelings. But because the moment anyone asked why he kept disappearing every night, he answered with complete seriousness:

“She’s my prey.”

The entire room went silent, yuji blinked.

“…Yer’…. what?”

Megumi sat calmly, grooming his fur as if he hadn’t just said something completely absurd.

“My prey.”

Nobara stared at him. “Megumi. You know that sounds…terrifying, right?”

“She’s not afraid of me.”

“That does not make it better.”

Megumi ignored her. “My prey is mine.” Yuji’s ears perked up. “Wait. You mean the bunny girl?”

“Yes.”

“The one with the garden?”

“Yes.”

“The one whose tomatoes you keep stealing?” Megumi looked away.

“They are good tomatoes.” Nobara covered her face. “You have got to be the strangest wolf I’ve ever met.”

Megumi’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Nobody touches her.” That got their attention, because Megumi wasn’t joking. His voice was calm, but there was something protective underneath it.

“She’s under my protection.” Yuji smiled. “So you really like her.” Megumi immediately looked annoyed. “I didn’t say that.”

“You literally claimed her.”

“As my prey.”

“Megumi, that’s horrible...”

Naturally, there was no way Yuji and Nobara were going to leave that alone. They needed to meet you. Mostly because they wanted to see what kind of bunny girl had somehow managed to get Megumi Fushiguro of all wolves to become attached. So, while you rested in your garden after a long day of tending to your plants, the three wolves approached.

Quietly, carefully, and Megumi led the way.

“Don’t scare her.” Yuji looked offended. “I wouldn’t scare her.”

“You’re loud.”

“I can be quiet.”

Nobara snorted. “You are currently arguing about being quiet. Loudly.”

Yuji opened his mouth. Then closed it.

“…Fair.”

When they reached the garden, You were curled up beneath a tree, peacefully asleep. Your ears twitched occasionally with the sounds of the forest, but you didn’t wake.

Yuji stared.

“Oh.”

Megumi immediately scowled at him.

“What?”

“She’s…small.”

Megumi’s ears flicked. “She’s not tiny. She’s very fierce.” Nobara glanced over.

“She is kind of tiny.”

Megumi frowned. “She’s perfectly sized.”

Yuji grinned. “Snack sized?” Megumi’s expression darkened.

“Don’t call her that.”

“Sure sure.”

Nobara, meanwhile, had already made herself comfortable. She wandered over to the garden, inspected the vegetables, and immediately began eating.

“These are actually so good.”

Megumi grumbled. “You’re eating too much of her food.”

“She has plenty.”

“That’s…not the point.” Nobara shrugged. Then Yuji walked closer to you…Not with bad intentions.

Just curiosity.

The scent of flowers, vegetables, and the faint traces of Megumi surrounded you.

Yuji tilted his head.

“She smells like spring…” He told himself. Megumi watched him carefully.

“Yuji.”

“I’m just checking.”

But then Yuji leaned a little closer, catching her scent…for a little too long. Megumi’s eyes narrowed.

Before Yuji could even react, Megumi grabbed him by the back of his fur and pulled him away. A growl escaped him.

Yuji froze, then laughed.

“Okay, okay!”

Megumi held him there. “She’s mine.” Yuji raised his hands. “I know, I know.” Nobara rolled her eyes.

“You two are ridiculous.” The three of them had always been like this…Gojo had brought them together.

Three young wolves who had lost pieces of themselves. Nobara was the only female alpha in the pack, strong-willed, stubborn, and impossible to intimidate. She had never needed anyone’s permission to lead.

Yuji lost his family to humans. He carried grief he rarely spoke about, but he never let it make him cruel.

And Megumi…Megumi had been abandoned.

His father had left the pack behind, choosing to live among humans instead of raising his own son. For years, Megumi wondered why he wasn’t enough. Why he had been left behind.

But Gojo had found him, Gojo had given him a home. The three of them became something a little stronger than a pack.

Which was exactly why Nobara and Yuji knew something was different about you. Megumi didn’t protect many things.

But he protected you.

Ou I’m so late. Pt. 2 tomorrow…cus I feel bad.💗

The first sign that something was wrong was the tomatoes.

You had always been proud of your garden. It wasn’t large, but it was yours. A little patch of green tucked away behind your cottage, filled with carrots, lettuce, herbs, and the sweetest tomatoes you could grow. As a bunny girl, gardening had always been something that made you feel connected to the earth. It was peaceful.

Which was why finding half-eaten vegetables scattered around every morning was becoming increasingly frustrating. At first, you blamed yourself. Maybe you’d left the gate open!!

Maybe a stray animal had wandered in.

But then…you found the footprints.

Large paw prints pressed into the damp soil beside your tomato plants. Wolf prints. You stared at them for a long moment, ears slowly lowering.

A wolf.

A wolf had been sneaking into your garden.

And judging by the size of the prints, it wasn’t a small one.

So, naturally….you did the only reasonable thing.

You wearily went straight to the nearest wolf pack leader.

The wolf pack’s territory was intimidating to most creatures. The forest surrounding it was thick and ancient, filled with the sounds of creatures that knew better than to wander too far in. But you’d had heard stories about their leader.

Satoru Gojo.

A powerful alpha who was strangely friendly, despite his reputation…even mingling with humans. When you finally found him, he was lounging comfortably near the edge of the woods, looking far too amused for someone who was supposed to be terrifying.

“A bunny hybrid visiting a wolf pack?” Gojo said, tilting his head. “That’s new.”

You crossed your arms. You are NOT going to be afraid of this…homotron 3000.

“I have a wolf stealing my vegetables.”

There was a pause…then Gojo laughed.

“Oh.”

You blinked.

“Oh?”

“Yeah, that’s definitely Megumi.”

Your ears twitched.

“Megumi?”

“My adopted son,” Gojo explained casually. “Quiet guy. Black hair. Looks like he’s permanently annoyed at the world.”

You stared.

“That wolf?”

“The very same.”

You looked and felt confused. Gojo rested his chin in his hand, grinning.

“Actually, this makes a lot of sense.”

“How come…?”

“Well…” Gojo’s smile became teasing. “He’s been watching you for a while.”

You froze. You’re so getting eaten. “Watching me?”

“Don’t worry,” Gojo said quickly. “Not in a creepy way. More like… hiding behind trees and pretending he isn’t interested.”

“That sounds a little creepy.”

“…Fair.”

You narrowed your eyes. “So he’s been sneaking into my garden because…he likes me?”

Gojo shrugged. “Seems like it.”

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That night, You waited. You sat outside your cottage with a blanket wrapped around your shoulders, watching the moonlight spill over your garden. If this wolf was brave enough to steal your tomatoes every night, then…he’d surely be brave enough to confront you.

And sure enough… A shadow moved between the trees. Your ears perked up.

“Got you.”

The entity froze. Slowly, a pair of green eyes appeared from the darkness. Just as Satoru’d said…Megumi. He stood beside the tomato plants, fully chowing down. Tomato juice ran down his face.

For a moment, neither of them spoke. Then Megumi slowly lowered the tomato.

“…You’re…awake.”

You stared…he’s kinda cute. “You’re the one who’s been ravaging my vegetables?”

A pause. “I don’t ravage. I eat. But, Yes.”

The honesty caught her off guard. “You’re not even going to deny it?”

“No…?”

You blinked. “You’re a terrible thief.” Megumi looked away. “I know. I’m a blunt guy.”

And the cute little frown on his face….god, that made it harder to stay mad. “You could have just asked.”

“I’m a wolf. You would’ve fainted at the door.”

“That’s not…noo...” Another pause.

“…I didn’t think you’d stay awake this long.” Your expression softened slightly. Because underneath all that intimidating wolf energy was someone who genuinely seemed unsure…Someone who expected rejection.

“So you’ve been stealing tomatoes just…because you wanted them? That’s all? Not cus…you like want to eat me?” Megumi’s ears flicked.

“No. Not at all aiming to eat you.”

“Promise..?”

He looked at you. “I come by in hopes to see you.”

Your cheeks warmed slightly. The wolf looked perplexed, tilting his head at your embarrassment. He’s not used to the idea of being embarrassed. Most wolves in the pack are blunt and naturally unabashed.

“You’re…strange,” you murmured.

“So are you.”

“I’m the one whose garden you’re invading.”

“You’re the one sitting outside in the cold waiting for a wolf.”

“…Fair.”

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After that night, things changed…Megumi still visited, but he stopped sneaking. Sometimes you’d leave a basket of vegetables out for him.

Sometimes he would bring things from the forest in return.

Flowers, berries, little things he thought you might like. Neither of you really….talked about what was happening.

Not until one particularly cold night when Y/N found herself shivering beneath her blanket. Megumi noticed immediately.

Without a word, he moved closer.

“You’re cold.”

“I’m fine.”

“You’re shaking.”

You frowned. “Are you always this bossy?”

“Yes.”

You laughed softly. And somehow, that was the moment everything changed. Megumi laid beside you beneath the blanket, keeping you warm with his thick tail and steady presence. A wolf who was supposed to be frightening.

A wolf who had stolen your vegetables….a horrible crime.

Was quietly letting you rest against him.

For once, Megumi didn’t feel like he had to hide. And for once, you didn’t feel afraid of the guy.

“My prey,” Megumi murmured. You lifted your head. “Excuse me?” His expression remained completely serious.

“You heard me.”

“That is the strangest nickname anyone has ever given me.”

“It fits the situation.”

“How?”

Megumi looked down at her…to him, you weren’t just something small and fragile. You were something he considered precious, and something he had handpicked for himself.

“Because I found you first.”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re ridiculous.”

Maybe he was…a little territorial. But you didn’t move away, Megumi didn’t either.

What a cutie. 😫

“There’s more to enjoy that way.”

Sukuna would be insufferable about you being self conscious. Not in a soft, gentle way either—more like an ancient curse king has decided your confidence is now his personal problem and he refuses to lose an argument to biology.

It starts small. You finish a meal, and he’s already watching you like you’ve committed a crime. You used to be on the skinnier side when you and Sukuna started dating, carefully watching your weight for him. That lasted maybe two months after he found out.

“Eat more,” he says flatly.

“I’m full I think!”

“You think?!”

He doesn’t care what you think..

Somehow, there’s suddenly more food in front of you. You didn’t see him make it, but it’s there. Hot, absurdly rich, and definitely too much for one person.

“You’re still too light,” he adds, like that settles it. “You need some meat on your bones.”

You attempt to protest, but Sukuna has the confidence of someone who has never once been told “no”. If you ignore him, he escalates. Relentlessly. Extra portions appear. Snacks “accidentally” get left within reach. If you try to skip a meal, he gets annoyingly present about it, hovering around and judging you. Hard.

He watches to make sure you actually eat three sustainable meals a day, in a stubborn, almost possessive “you are not allowed to waste away under my watch” way.

If you push back too hard, he clicks his tongue.

“Don’t argue. Eat.”

It is infuriating. I mean sometimes yes you are happy to eat your fill of his delicious cooking but...lord.

But then there are moments—quiet ones—where he actually sits nearby while you eat, pretending not to care. Like your existence staying steady is just another thing he’s decided to dominate.

And if you ever do manage to eat even a little more than usual, he gives a small, almost imperceptible pause… like he’s satisfied.

Then immediately ruins it by saying:

“Good. Do that more.”

Because of course Ryomen Sukuna doesn’t do “soft” affection.

He just does possession, protection, and an unshakable belief that you should never be anything less than annoyingly well-fed and taken care of under his watch.

And yes, incase you were curious. He does this with everything else as well.

“Water. Now.”

“Have you taken a bath tonight? I swear if you say no I’m throwing you in there clothes on.”

“You look tired. I don’t like that weak expression. Go to sleep.”

He might just love you. A little. Tiny. Bit.

Bitch-made.

- Something short. 💗

Satoru Gojo is the star quarterback everyone talks about—but on your terms, he’s also the guy who suddenly forgets how to act normal the second you’re on the field. You’re a cheerleader. Sharp routines, perfect timing, the one who keeps the crowd loud even when the team is losing. And Gojo? He’s annoyingly good at everything… except pretending he isn’t watching you between plays.

During practice, he keeps getting distracted. “Yo,” one of his teammates shouts, “focus, up!” Gojo barely hears them. His eyes are already on you as you land a stunt cleanly. After practice, he jogs straight over—still in full gear, sweatband crooked, grin way too confident.

“You are distracting,” he says, like it’s your fault.

“You’re the one staring,” you shoot back. That makes him pause for half a second—then he laughs, low and breathy.

“Yeah,” he admits easily. “Can’t help it.”

He starts showing up more. Not in a creepy way—just always there. Holding your water bottle when your hands are full. Waiting near the sidelines after games. Offering to walk you back after late practices like it’s the most natural thing in the world. And somehow, it becomes obvious to everyone except the two of you:

“It’s Carnival time baby!!”

Carnival in Rio de Janeiro wasn’t supposed to be chaotic for you. You were supposed to be composed!

…Controlled..!

A model, standing tall on a glittering float, camera lights catching every sequined detail of your costume as it shimmered in gold and emerald. The crowd below roared like a living ocean, music shaking the entire avenue of Rio de Janeiro into pure adrenaline. And then—of course—he showed up.

Hinata Shoyo.

Somehow, your very real, very chaotic boyfriend had gotten access to the float route like it was the most easiest thing in the world. You spotted him between dancers and confetti cannons, orange hair impossible to miss, grinning like he’d just discovered sunlight for the first time.

He cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled something you absolutely did not hear over the samba band. But you knew what it probably was.

“That’s my girlfriend!!”

You buried your face in your hands for half a second. “Hinata,” you mouthed, horrified, laughing anyway. Then the float turned. And suddenly he was running alongside it.

Not jogging, not casually keeping pace. Actually sprinting.

The crowd noticed immediately, Of course they noticed a huge volleyball star running after a ginormous float in Rio De Janeiro. He jumped up onto the edge of the moving float with zero hesitation, zero fear…zero sense.

“YOU LOOK AMAZING!” he shouted directly into your face. “I KNOW! THANK YOU!” you shouted back automatically—then immediately regretted matching his volume because now everyone nearby was staring at you. You were a professional model…

You were supposed to be elegant..!

Buuuut Hinata grabbed your hands like he hadn’t seen you in years instead of like… yesterday morning. “I didn’t think I’d actually find you,” he said, laughing breathlessly. “This whole thing is insane!” “You’re the insane one!” you shot back, though you were smiling so hard it ruined the effect.

He spun you once—carefully, like he was still aware you were on a moving float—and then immediately got distracted by the dancers. “Oh my—ARE THOSE FIREWORKS COMING NOW?!”

“No, that’s—” you started.

Too late.

He was already leaning over the edge like he was about to try to interact with the fireworks schedule personally. You grabbed the back of his shirt before he could do anything irreversible.

“Hinata Shoyo, if you fall off this float I am breaking up with you in front of all of Brazil.”

He froze, then turned to you with a grin that was entirely unrepentant.

“Worth it.”

“You’re impossible.”

“You liiiikkkkkeee me thoughhhhhh.”

“…Unfortunately.”

He laughed, and the sound got swallowed by drums and cheering as the float moved forward. He wrapped an arm around your waist, kissing your cheek for all of the paparazzi to see.

For a moment, you just stood there with him—the chaos of Carnival swirling around you, glitter sticking to your skin, music vibrating through your bones.

And somehow, despite everything—it felt like the most natural thing in the world. “Next time,” you said, leaning closer so he could hear, “you are not running alongside a moving float.” Hinata squeezed your waist playfully, earning a slight squeak from you.

“No promises!”

You sighed. Buuuut you didn’t shoo him off.

“Dancing in the dark? Sounds…kind of stupid.”

A little something to make up for my hiatus.💗

The house is quiet in that late-night way where everything feels softer than it should—like even the walls are trying not to make a sound. He’s definitely not supposed to be there.

Megumi knows that. Still, he slips in through the side door like he’s done it before a million times (because he has), careful and silent, shutting it behind him with practiced ease. The hallway is dim, lit only by a thin strip of moonlight bleeding through the curtains. Then he sees you.

You’re already waiting—barefoot, hair slightly messy like you’ve been restless. There’s a faint glow from a small lamp left on in the corner, but you turns it off the moment he arrives.

“Hi,” you whisper, like the word itself might wake the whole neighborhood. He can hear your grin. Megumi exhales, something between relief and exhaustion. “You’re going to get me caught one of these days. What’s your plan now.”

“You always say that,” you murmur, and there’s a big smile in your voice. Then you reach for him. Not dramatic. Not rushed. Just a small tug at his sleeve.

“Come on,” you say.

The music starts low—so low it might just be coming from your phone tucked somewhere in the room. Something slow, something soft. The kind of song that feels like midnight dancing .

Megumi hesitates for half a second…Then he steps closer. They don’t really “dance” at first. It’s more like standing really close in the dark and swaying from side to side. His hand settles lightly at your waist like he’s still unsure he’s allowed to touch you there. You adjust like you’ve been waiting for it. Outside, the world keeps going. Cars pass. Wind moves through trees. Somewhere, a dog barks.

Inside, it’s just them.

You sway first, guiding him without words. He follows, stiff at the edges, slowly softening as the seconds stretch out. His forehead nearly brushes yours when they turn.

“You’re bad at this,” you whisper.

“I’m not trying to be good at it,” he replies.

That makes you laugh quietly—barely a sound at all, more breath than voice, the song shifts, a little heavier now, and you lean in closer, resting your head against his chest. He doesn’t say anything, but his hand tightens slightly at your back like he’s anchoring you there.

For a while, they just move like that. Not really dancing. Not really standing still, somewhere between the two. And in the dark, where no one can see them and nothing has to be explained, Megumi lets himself stay there a little longer than he thinks he should.

“Kiss me through the phone!”

Note: Everyone is 18+. This is also one of my first official times dipping my hand into the water of smut, so be gentle! It’s kind of vanilla description wise, so I hope that’s okay…! Happy reading, and be sure to let me know what you think. 💗

Megumi Fushiguro wasn’t the type to stay on the phone. He usually kept calls short—efficient, quiet, done.

But tonight was different… The mission had dragged late into the night, the kind that left his shoulders heavy and his thoughts louder than usual. When he finally got back, lights off, room still, he found himself staring at his phone longer than he meant to, a message was already there.

“You alive or did curses finally win?”

He exhaled through his nose—almost a laugh, but not quite, Instead of replying, he tapped the call button. It rang twice.

Then— “Megumi?” your voice came through, softer now that it wasn’t just text.

“Yeah,” he said. A pause. “I’m back.” There was a beat of silence on your end, like you were waiting for him to say more. He didn’t—he never did at first…So you filled it in.

“You sound tired.”

“I’m fine,” he replied automatically, then added after a second, “Just… a long night.” That earned a quiet hum from you. Not pity. Not pressure. Just understanding. Megumi leaned back against the wall, phone pressed to his ear.

“You should sleep,” you said.

“I want to see you,” he countered.

A soft laugh. Then, quieter: “FaceTime?” That wasn’t like him at all.

“Yeah,” you agreed.

The silence that followed wasn’t empty. It was shared. Breathing on one side, breathing on the other, like distance didn’t matter as much as it should’ve. You stood in front of the camera, slowly stripping. Every article of clothing that came off made megumi ache. God, why couldn’t he just be there. After a while of strip teasing, your voice came again as you laid on your bed on your stomach.

“If I could, I’d just… send you a kiss through the phone or something.”

Megumi blinked at that. “That’s stupid,” he said immediately, but there was no bite in it.

“…You’re supposed to rest while I’m gone,” he added, softer.

“I am resting,” you replied. “Comfortably. With you.” He didn’t answer right away, just sighed as if you weren’t his favorite problem.

Outside his window, Tokyo stayed bright even at night. Inside his room, everything was quiet except your voice and his breathing.

“…show me,” he said finally.

A pause, then the sound of you immediately busting a move. “Don’t leave me hanging either.” You said, sitting up to show him your exposed body. And for once, Megumi didn’t tease you at all.

“I want to touch you so bad.” He slurred his words, hand gently working his own aching length. “I want to be there. I’ve never been more irritated with a mission in my life.” He grunted.

You just laughed, keeping your legs wide open for a perfect view of your ever so perfect body. At least in megumi’s eyes. You could see his tattoo from that angle, always the tease that hides his waist.

Your fingers worked hard for your husband, making sure he got every beautiful view of your pleasure. “M’gonna cum, Megumi…” You slurred out, the adrenaline of his eyes on you the whole time was making you weak.

“Go ahead, just for me.” He said, speeding up his own pace on himself. With one final squeal, you had made a mess all over yourself. In front of your husband…I mean, he’d seen you like this before but god it’s embarrassing.

Megumi laughed at your expression, biting his lip and finishing himself off as well, allowing you a 4k view of his beautiful length.

A few breathless moments pass, you had already thrown on a big shirt of his, sitting in front of the phone while you watched him shower.

“God I miss you megs.” You mumbled. “I miss you too.”

He contemplated his next words for a split second, “When I get back, would you try for a baby with me?” He asked, as if it was the most normal thing ever.

“…Megumi fushiguro.” He laughed at your response. “I’m serious. I want a family with you.”

You sighed, rolling over. “I’m gonna get some sleep. I’ll think on it and tell you tomorrow when you get home.” You winked. “You love to keep a man waiting.”

“Maybe so. You love it anyways.”