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It started off purely out of curiosity. You'd been together before and he noticed a pattern, after a certain touch here, special attention there, you'd unravel faster. So he decided to see just how fast.

Then how slow.

He wanted to draw out your pleasure for as long as possible, and he was intrigued by how long he could keep you just on the brink of an orgasm. He decided to test his theories late one night in the bunker.

Sam and Dean were out of town seeing old hunting buddies, leaving you and Cas alone. Initially, you had been excited to have the place to yourselves, eager to be as loud as you wanted.

Of course, Cas made you feel a slight tinge of regret that you didn't exactly have a time limit on when the boys would be back.

You were watching TV, relaxing for the first time in a while when Castiel appeared beside you. You were happy to see him, dragging him down to binge your favourite reality show together.

After a while, you were starting to get a little too cozy. Hands roaming, drifting, touching. In a split second, he whisked you up and sat you on his lap.

You could feel the bulge in his pants immediately.

It wasn't too obvious, meaning he was just a little turned on, a challenge in your eyes.

You shifted, seemingly readjusting yourself, but you purposely pushed your ass against him repeatedly, grinding down.

You could feel it working.

You continued your work through the show, not caring about whatever the hell was going on that wasn't you and your Angel.

You felt his hand creep up your thigh, toying with the waist band of your pants.

"Be good and sit still" He half growled, lips brushing your skin, breath unfairly hot.

You let out a shaky breath, followed by another as his fingers slipped down into your pants, forefinger tracing a line over your already soaked underwear.

"All this so fast?" It almost sounded like a real question, but it held that slight air of pride, he did this to you, no one else.

He traced the edges of the cotton for far too long, running along the seams, getting you all hot and bothered and on the verge of begging. He watched as the speed of every inhale you took grew more rapid, your skin beginning to heat up, almost shining with sweat.

Then he dipped a finger in.

Just enough to collect your slick, gently and far too slowly stroking from your opening to your clit. He repeated the action, back and forth, back and forth, working you up until you threw your head back against his shoulder, struggling for breath and trying your hardest not to writhe and squirm.

He pressed a barely there kiss to your cheek, changing his motions. He moved to circle your clit, speeding up and slowing back down intermittently, bringing you right to the edge then calming you back down. It was borderline torturous.

Even more so when every now and then, very randomly, he'd dip the tip of his finger inside you, nowhere near enough to make you cum, just enough to push you that little bit further.

Your fingers dug into his thighs, nails sure to leave little crescent marks even through his pants. You could feel his slight smirk against your neck, revelling in your almost silent little sounds but wanting just a bit more.

"We're alone, my love. You can be as loud as you like"

He punctuated his statement by slipping his finger all the way inside your dripping cunt, pulling a pathetic moan out of you, twitching up in his lap, craving more movement.

"Please Cas!" You cried out, grinding your hips up against his hand, trying to pull any movement from him you could.

"I said" A low rumble came from his chest "Sit still"

His other hand clamped down onto your hip, his grip bruising, borderline shattering.

You let out a soft whine, half-heartedly writing in place, just begging for something.

He kept toying with you, fingers barely moving, gathering more and more of your slick between your thighs.

He did this for hours, bringing you right up to the edge only to pull you back down.

It was torture, pure, cruel torture.

And you couldn't get enough of it.

Your chest was heaving, rising and falling with each painful breath you took. Sweat coated your skin, glistening around your neck. Sweat mixed with Castiel's saliva after he left mark after mark across you, littering your body with his claim.

"C-Castiel" You panted, brain too foggy to say much more "Please, let- let me come. Please Angel"

"First, work for it"

His voice was distant, like he didn't care, but that couldn't be further from the truth. 99% of the time, giving you pleasure was his number one focus.

But today was that special little 1%.

In the flash of your eyes opening and closing, he flipped you over, positioning your dripping core over his thigh.

"Show me what you want"

You took a shuddering, deep breath. Swallowing hard and closing your eyes as you readjusted yourself in his lap, planting your knees firmly. Your hands came to the back of his neck, holding steady, forearms finding purachse along his shoulders.

You rolled your hips experimentally, letting out the slightest whimper, the muscles in your thighs pulling, a little sore from Castiel's teasing.

You pushed through the pain, finding pleasure fast. His pants bunched up just a tad, your clit catching and rubbing in just the right way.

You closed your eyes and tilted your head back, your mouth dropping open as your pleasure built.

Castiel watched you, almost too captivated by what he thought to be your divine beauty to stop you.

Almost.

Just as your breath hitched and your orgasm approached, his hand gripped your waist tight, halting your movements immediately.

"Cas!" You whined, head falling to his shoulder "Please! Just let me cum" You gave a pathetic attempt at a thrust through your sobs.

"I want to see your eyes while you beg"

You lifted your head up, a few inches from his, staring into those deep, blue, lustblown eyes.

"Cas, ple-"

You cried out as a loud crack resounded through the room, his palm crashing against your thigh.

"Say my real name"

"C-Castiel!" You cried, trembling "Please Castiel, please let me cum. Please fuck me, Angel, please, please!"

"Since you asked so nicely" He let a small smirk slip as his grip shifted to the underside of your thighs, flipping you onto your back.

He freed his cock, hard as a rock and weeping. He brushed the head against your clit, swiping it through your folds, collecting your slick before driving in. You let out a broken cry as he slid home, every inch knocking another breath out of your lungs. He stilled for a moment, allowing you time to adjust as leaned down, capturing your lips in a bruising, possessive kiss.

"Mine" He breathed out against your lips "You're mine, say it"

"I'm yours, Cas!" You cried, trying to grind against him, to feel something more "All yours"

"And I am yours" He repeated, pulling back and plunging into you, deeper than he'd ever been before.

Your eyes shot open at the feeling, rough but utterly perfect.

Your hands flew to his biceps as he picked up his pace, nails digging into tan skin, leaving sharp, crescent marks he'd admire for every second they branded him as yours before they disappeared far too quickly.

He kept up a steady, punishing pace as you writhed against him, back arching, pressing yourself closer than you thought you could get.

Just when you could barely stand the pressure, you felt his Grace circle your clit and you broke.

You cried out his name, clenching hard around him, shaking, trembling, falling apart beneath him.

He watched with wide eyes before he felt his control snap, fucking into you hard before he let out a low, animalistic sound. His head fell to your shoulder as he spilled inside you, coating your insides with thick ropes of cum, filling you with everything he had.

He rolled his hips a few more times, helping you ride out your high as best he could as he came down from his.

Nothing but your shared panting filled the slience of the room for minutes, both of you trying to compose yourselves.

He spoke first, head still pressed against your pulse point, feeling it race.

"Are you okay?"

You huffed out a laugh, working your tired arms around him "Yeah Cas, perfect"

He smiled against your skin. Once again the soft, sweet Angel you loved.

"I'm sorry if I was too much, I-"

"Cas, baby? Never apologise for that. Like ever" You grinned, fingers drifting up into his hair "That might have been the hottest sex we've ever had"

"It did feel particularly….pleasurable"

You chuckled, rubbing your other hand up and down his back, right in that spot you knew he liked, where his wings should be.

His palms slid up your sides, curling lightly just above where they were before. He watched as the bruises formed, a slight bluish shade blooming across your skin.

You felt a weak warmth before your hands landed on his, preventing him from healing you.

"Whaddya think you're doing Angel?" You asked, his expression confused in that adorable way of his.

"Healing you. I-"

"You aren't gonna do a damn thing, okay? I wanna keep these. For as long as they'll last"

He smiled, far too innocent and sweet considering he was still inside you.

He leaned up, pressing a soft, delicate kiss to your lips, a whispered "I love you" following suit.

He rested his head back against your shoulder, nuzzling into the warmth the crook of your neck provided. You pressed a tender kiss to his forehead, fingers combing back through his hair with such care and reverence.

"Rest, Angel. I might not be done with you yet"

You felt the small grin he sported against your throat, followed by a few light kisses.

It was only a matter of moments before he was asleep, the only time he ever did sleep was after a terrible hunt or a wonderful night with you.

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The bunker was unusually loud.

Which, in Dean Winchester terms, meant he was being louder than usual.

"You know," Dean said around a mouthful of pie, boots kicked up underneath the table. "I've seen teenagers with crushes act more subtle than you, Cas."

Castiel looked up from the book he was pretending to read.

"I am not sure what you mean."

Sam didn't even bother hiding his grin.

"Oh, you know exactly what he means," Sam said. "You've been staring at Y/N for the past 10 minutes."

Cas blinked.

"I have not."

Dean snorted. "Buddy, you just turned three pages without actually reading any of them. You're holding the book upside down."

Castiel slowly looked at the book.

It was, in fact, upside down.

"...I fail to see how that is relevant."

From across the room, you sat curled up on the couch, headphones in, scribbling something in your journal. Your hair fell into your face as you concentrated, completely unaware that an angel was currently malfunctioning over you.

Dean followed Castiel's gaze and smirked.

"Case and Point."

Castiel straightened his trench coat. "I simply enjoy observing her. It brings me....comfort."

"Comfort," Dean repeated, wiggling his eyebrows. "Sure, Cas. That's totally what the kids are calling it these days."

Sam laughed. "You're really bad at hiding it, man."

"I am not hiding anything," Castiel insisted.

Dean leaned forward. "Oh yeah? Then why do you smile like an idiot every time she walks into the room."

Castiel paused.

"...I do not smile like an idiot."

At that exact moment, you stood up and walked over.

"Hey, Cas?" you asked softly. "Can you help me reach the top shelf later? I can't get to the lore books."

Castiel's face lit up.

"Of course," he said immediately. "I would be honoured."

You smiled back. "Thank you. You're the best." Then you walked away again.

The moment you were put of earshot, Dean slapped the table.

"AND THERE IT IS."

Sam laughed so hard he almost choked.

Castiel frowned. "What?"

"You," Dean said, pointing at him, "just smiled like you won the lottery."

"I did not."

"You absolutely did."

Castiel considered this.

"...Perhaps."

Dean leaned back, satisfied. "Face it, Cas. You're in love."

Silence.

Castiel didn't deny it.

Instead, he turned his gaze back toward you, watching as you hummed softly and slipped through your journal.

"I find that statement...acceptable," he said softly.

Dean blinked. "Wait. What?"

"I am in love," Castiel continued, his voice gentle. "With Y/N."

Sam raised his eyebrows. "Wow. That was easy."

Dean stared. "Hold on. Hold on. No dramatic denial. No 'I don't understand human emotions'? No existential crisis?"

Castiel tilted his head. "Why would I deny something that brings me joy?"

That shut Dean up.

For about five seconds.

"Okay, that's...actually kinda sweet," he admitted. "But still. You're whipped."

"I am not 'whipped'," Castiel said seriously.

"You reorganised Heaven's archives just so you could find her favourite poem," Sam pointed out.

"And learned how to make tea," Dean added. "And started wearing that stupid blue tie she said she liked."

Castiel touched the tie reflexively.

"...She said it reminded her of the sky."

Dean grinned. "Exactly."

A little later, you wandered back over.

"Cas?" you asked. "Are you ready to help me with the books?"

"Immediately," he replied, standing so fast he nearly knocked over his chair.

Dean snorted. "Easy there, Romeo."

Castiel ignored him.

He followed you down the hallway to the library, where towering shelves stretched up towards the ceiling.

You pointed. "Top shelf, third row."

Castiel stepped closer, easily reaching up and grabbing the book.

"Here," he said, handing it to you.

"Thanks," you said, smiling. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

Something warm bloomed in his chest.

"I would remain regardless," he said quietly. "Even if you did not need me."

You blinked. "Cas..."

He looked suddenly nervous. "I apologise. That was - too forward."

You laughed softly. "No, it wasn't. It was sweet."

You hesitated, then gently took his hand. "

I really like having you around," you admitted. "You make me feel...safe. And happy."

His breath hitched.

"You...make me happy as well," he said.

From the hallway, Dean peeked in, whispering to Sam, "Oh my God, it's happening."

Sam shushed him.

Castiel squeezed your hand.

"Dean teases me," he confessed. "About my feelings for you."

You smiled. "Yeah? He teases everyone."

"He believes I should be embarrassed," Castiel continued. "But I am not."

"Why not?" You asked softly.

He looked at you with complete sincerity.

"Because loving you feels...right. And because when you smile, I feel closer to Heaven than I ever did there."

Your heart melted.

"Cas," you whispered. "That might be the most romantic thing anyone's ever said to me."

He blinked. "Really?"

You nodded. "Yes."

He leaned in slowly, giving you time to pull away.

You didn't.

Your lips met in a gentle, tentative kiss - soft and warm and full of unspoken promises.

From the hallway:

"YES!" Dean whispered. "Finally."

"Dean!" Sam hissed.

You pulled back, laughing.

"Was that-"

"Yes," Castiel said calmly. "That was Dean."

"Figures," you said, grinning.

Castiel wrapped his arm around you, unbothered by the inevitable teasing.

Let Dean joke.

Let him mock.

Let the world be chaotic and dangerous and uncertain.

Because right now, with you in his arms, Castiel felt something he never thought possible.

Heaven wasn't a place.

He strolled inside like he owned the place, hands raised lazily in mock surrender. His coat, embroidered and ostentatious as ever, draped over his shoulders, the deep blue catching the flickering lantern light. His expression was all too familiar—charming, smug, and just the slightest bit mischievous.

You sighed, already bracing yourself.

“Ah, officer,” Brant purred, tilting his head as his golden eyes glinted. “We have to stop meeting like this.”

You barely spared him a glance, eyes fixed on the reports in front of you. “Brant.”

He tsked, placing a hand over his heart in mock offense. “No ‘welcome back’? No ‘how have you been, Brant’? I thought we were past such cold formalities.”

You finally looked up, resting your chin on one hand. “We wouldn’t keep meeting like this if you stopped getting arrested.”

His grin widened. “Ah, but then I wouldn’t have the pleasure of seeing you.”

You leveled him with a flat stare, and Brant, undeterred, merely leaned against the counter, feigning casual indifference while watching for any reaction.

You wouldn’t give him one.

Mostly.

“Why are you here this time?” you asked, flipping through the precinct’s most recent arrest records. “Let me guess—another bounty hunter got the jump on you?”

“Me?” Brant gasped dramatically. “Caught so easily? Officer, you wound me.”

You didn’t even blink. “So you did let them catch you.”

Brant exhaled through his nose, tilting his head as though considering. “Technically, yes. Though I prefer to think of it as an act of charity.”

You arched a brow.

He leaned in conspiratorially. “You see, word on the street was that young Jace—the rookie bounty hunter, you remember him—was desperate for a decent payday. Poor lad was running out of funds, hardly had enough to keep himself fed. Naturally, I decided to do my civic duty and allow him to ‘capture’ me.”

You crossed your arms. “How generous of you.”

“Wasn’t it?” Brant preened. “Of course, I made sure he got the bounty before making my escape. Can’t have my reputation suffering, now can I?”

You pinched the bridge of your nose. “You escaped—again.”

“Well, I would have stayed if I knew you were on duty.” He sighed theatrically, placing both hands on the counter and leaning forward, voice dipping to something lower, smoother. “Had I known you were here, I would’ve turned myself in sooner.”

Your breath caught—only for a split second—before you reined it in. “You realize this makes my job significantly harder, right?”

Brant shrugged, utterly shameless. “That’s part of my charm.”

“Annoying me is part of your charm?”

He grinned. “Only because you make it so fun.”

You could feel the stares of the other officers, some of them pausing their tasks to watch the exchange unfold. This wasn’t the first time Brant had pulled a stunt like this—turning himself in only to flirt his way through the entire booking process—but it was the first time you were feeling the weight of so many amused gazes on your back.

Ignoring the heat rising to your face, you straightened. “Fine. Let’s just get this over with.” You grabbed the standard intake forms from your desk. “Name?”

Brant placed a hand on his chest. “You wound me again, officer. Surely you already know the name of your favorite criminal?”

You refused to let him win this round. You raised a brow, feigning indifference. “Brant what?”

Something flickered in his gaze—something playful. “No last name?”

“I need your full name for the records.”

“Do you, now?” His smirk softened into something lazier, something dangerously close to sincere. “And here I thought we were on a first-name basis by now.”

Damn it.

You focused on the paper in front of you, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing you falter. “Brant, just answer the question.”

He chuckled. “Fine, fine. Just ‘Brant’ will do.”

You resisted the urge to sigh and continued writing. “Charges?”

He hummed, tapping his chin. “Oh, let’s see… Unlawful trespassing—though I would argue it was more of an impromptu visit. A welcomed visit, in some cases.”

You glanced up. “Brant.”

“Right, right. Let’s see… Smuggling, naturally.”

“Naturally.”

“Public mischief.”

“That one’s an understatement.”

“Oh, and let’s not forget theft of hearts.”

You did sigh this time, rubbing your temples. “Brant—”

“I’m serious! Just look at the tragic trail of broken hearts I’ve left in my wake.” He leaned in again, dropping his voice to something softer. “Though I’d rather steal the attention of a certain officer, if they’d let me.”

Your grip on the pen tightened.

The bastard was enjoying this.

The worst part? He wasn’t exactly bad to look at.

If Brant were just another run-of-the-mill criminal, this would be easy. You’d process the paperwork, lock him in a holding cell, and let the higher-ups deal with his inevitable escape. But no, Brant had to make things complicated. He had to be charming, with his silver tongue and pinkish eyes and the infuriating way he made this entire process feel like some elaborate courtship.

You hated that it almost worked.

Almost.

With immense effort, you finished the form, setting your pen down with finality. “Alright. Hands.”

Brant lifted them, his smirk widening. “Oh, officer. If you wanted to hold my hands, you could’ve just said so.”

You didn’t give him the satisfaction of reacting. With practiced efficiency, you snapped the cuffs onto his wrists.

He winced, flexing them slightly. “Tighter than usual tonight, officer.”

“Good.”

He chuckled. “Knew you had a rough grip.”

You ignored him, motioning toward the back. “Holding cell. Now.”

He hummed. “You know, it’s funny. Most officers would drag me there, but you? You ask.”

“Because you’re not actually resisting.”

“Exactly,” he grinned. “Which makes me wonder—if I behave, do I get special treatment?”

You started walking before he could see the warmth creeping up your neck. “Move.”

Brant followed, still smiling like he’d won.

Panic.

“No, no, no, this is NOT happening.”

She can’t find it. This is awful. Did it roll under something? She frantically opens the drawers at her makeshift desk.

Senku watches from the door, an evil smirk painting his face as (Y/N) searches for her toy, her face flushed with embarrassment and frustration. He chuckles, enjoying the the scene before him. "Looking for this?" he asks teasingly, holding up the vibrator and letting it buzz loudly in his hand.

(Y/N) freezes, her face burning with humiliation as she slowly turns to face Senku. "Give that back to me," she demands, trying to snatch it from his grasp. But Senku quickly moves it out of her reach, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

"Not so fast," he chuckles, backing away and examining the object with intrigue. “Interesting side project.”

(Y/N) crosses her arms, glaring at him as she tries to maintain some semblance of dignity despite her mortification. "It's not what you think," she snaps. "…Okay maybe it is. I just... I needed a release, okay? And there aren't exactly sex shops in the stone age."

Senku's grin widens, and he takes a step closer to her, one hand still holding the vibrator behind his back while the other reaches out to trail his fingers along her arm. "I’m a bit offended you didn’t come to me directly, but I can’t say I don’t find that innovative mind of yours exhilarating," he murmurs. "

“You are really annoying, you know that-”

Senku silences her with a searing kiss, his lips claiming hers with a passion that steals her breath away as he walks her back against the desk. She melts into him, their bodies molding into each other as the vibrator begins to buzz softly against her inner thigh. (Y/N) gasps into his mouth, her hips jerking slightly at the unexpected sensation.

Emboldened, Senku slides the toy higher, rubbing it along the damp fabric covering her most intimate area. He swallows her whimpers and moans, his tongue delving deep to taste her as he grinds his semi hard cock against her.

Without breaking the kiss, Senku pushes her papers and tools aside to a safe distance as (Y/N) stands on her toes to get up onto the desk. Senku pushes her thighs apart to step between them. His hand slides underneath her dress, caressing her thighs.

"Let's see what this thing can really do," Senku hums, hooking his fingers in the waistband of her underwear and tugging them down. (Y/N) lifts her hips, allowing him to strip them off completely and toss them aside. She shudders at the cool air, Senku doesn’t give her any time to relish the feeling though. He presses the vibrator directly onto her clit.

(Y/N) cries out, her head falling back and her fingers searching for anything to grab behind her on the desk. "Ah! Senku, fuck! It's too much!"

“Too much? You’re the one that gave it so much power. I’d figured you could handle it.”

He leans down, kissing the petrification marks on her skin as he applies a bit more pressure.

“Stop being a dick..” Her fingers curl around the edge of the desk, gripping it tightly as she fights the urge to push him away.

“There’s a joke in there somewhere, but I’m far too invested in this experiment to waste even a millimeter of a breath on it.” He shoots her his signature shit eating grin before sliding his free hand between her legs, pushing two fingers into her.

She moans out, rocking her hips along with the motion of his fingers. She’s so close. The build up is intense. Just as she reaches her peak-

Nothing.

“Senku what the fuck?” Senku doesn’t say a word as he adjusts his clothes, swiftly pulling his aching cock out. “I’ve got all the data I need on that experiment. I’ve got to give you a participation reward.”

With one hard thrust, he sheaths himself inside her, burying his length deep into her wet heat. (Y/N) throws her head back with a cry of ecstasy, her walls clenching and fluttering around him as he fills and stretches her. The vibrator falls forgotten from Senku's hand, buzzing around somewhere on the floor.

Senku starts to move, pulling out until just the tip remains before slamming back in, setting a hard and fast pace. The desk creaks and shakes beneath them with the force of his thrusts, the lewd sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room. He leans down to capture (Y/N)'s lips in a passionate kiss, her moans and his groans and (sorta pathetic) whimpers mixing together like a melody.

(Y/N) meets his thrusts eagerly, wrapping her legs around his waist and using the leverage to pull him deeper with each pump of his Senku gasps, breaking their kiss and burying his face into her neck.

He can feel his stamina waning, his breath coming in ragged pants against (Y/N)'s neck. He's not built for such intense physical exertion, and his muscles burn with the effort of holding himself up and thrusting into (Y/N) so vigorously.

With a grunt, Senku suddenly pulls out and sits back on the chair that sat in front of the desk, his chest heaving.

(Y/N), knowing all too well about his stamina(or lack there of), wastes no time in straddling Senku's lap. She positions herself above him, reaching down to grip his shaft and line it up with her entrance. With a sensual roll of her hips, she sinks down onto him, taking him to the hilt in one smooth motion.

They both groan at the sensation, She starts to move, rolling and grinding her hips in slow circles as she gets used to the new position. Senku lets out a breathy chuckle.

“You’ve made me throw all logic out the window.”

(Y/N) is confused for a moment, but recalls a conversation from a while back. Senku expressed his hesitance for unprotected sex, that’s the last thing they needed in the stone world. But here he is, his lust, his needs overpowered his mind for once.

(Y/N) rocks her hips faster, chasing her own release. She leans in closely to his ear, mustering up all she can to speak.

“I got you, baby. Don’t worry about it.”

Senku nearly came right then, she’s going to be the death of him.

(Y/N) shifts her position, allowing him to hit that special spot inside her with every thrust. Her fingers claw at his chest, leaving red marks in their wake as her body is consumed by pleasure. She can feel that familiar knot forming, tightening and tightening until it finally snaps. The motion of her hips falters, jerking sporadically as she rides out her orgasm.

Senku holds on tightly his head thrown back, biting his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. The feel of her clenching around him nearly being too much to handle.

Once she’s come down from her high, (Y/N) pushes her self up weakly. She stands, wobbly legged and all before lowering herself to her knees, massaging his balls as she takes him into her mouth.

Senku can’t even muster up a witty remark, no tease or quip leaves his lips, all he can do is grip onto the back of her head, weakly thrusting up into her mouth as he chases his own release.

All it takes is one touch. One motion of her free hand against an area of his side she knows is sensitive. That’s all it takes for him to spill into her mouth.

She stares up at him with hazy, half lidded eyes as she swallows all he has to offer. Senku’s body spasms and twitches as he reaches his high, instinctively pushing her head away, the feeling being too much for him.

(Y/N) sits back on her knees and pants, attempting to catch her breath.

“I feel better now.”

——————

before petrification you were a really famous model, despite being a shy nerd your beauty surpassed every other model's and you were a favorite for many designers and brands.

"where did you get discovered?" the reporter asks you in the interview.

"it was actually a convention." you answer laughing. "i was not cosplaying or anything."

after life is resumed in the stone age, you start modeling yuzuriha's clothes, she is so excited to have you model her clothes that she approaches you, only to be met with an unrealistically, serving, lethal face card. she is dazzled and walks away shyly without even speaking. you turn around to your coworker to wiggle excitedly at having met one of the members of the kingdom of science.

"rumor goes that despite being a total babe, you are a pro-gamer." minami asks.

"yeah." you shift around. "i am a pretty looking loser."

"well tell us, you are one of the most famous models of the world yet you haven't publicly dated anyone. is there a secret lover?" the blonde asks with a smile.

"not really." you push the frame of your glasses up your nose and smile at the camera.

"what about a celebriry crush?"

"a celebrity crush?" you think for a second, "senku ishigami, i would love to meet him."

somewhere else, the entire room breaks into laughter. initially yuzuriha had turned on the tv to watch the interview minami was doing with you, telling taiju how she had met you but chickened out and didn't talk to you because you had such a striking beauty that she was intimidated. ryusui walked into the room and immediately pointed out that you took the victory of the championship of a videogame against him before petrification. looked like you were a total loser blessed by the gods. they kept watching the interview and when minami asked about your love life and you replied, everyone broke into laughter.

"senku has always been popular!" taiju exclaimed remembering their high school days.

the scientists is not baffled. he won't lie and say you aren't a goddess, but it's not like he cares, he has real important stuff to take care of rather than paying attention to this kinds of stuff.

next fashion week, yuzuriha invites senku to her show. by that point you already got the courage of talking to her and she was fascinated to come to learn that despite having such a striking beauty you were a kind and smart person. you instantly became close and you would praise the other one for her work.

"she is my muse!" yuzuriha jumps around grabbing taiju's hands.

nonetheless you open her show. the most beautiful piece she has ever made, delicately put like an art piece for you to showcase it. she is sitting front row with her taiju, senku and nikki, excited talking about her concept for the collection, they listen with attention until the show starts. you walk out with a rythm so precise that it's hypnotic. at the end of the walk you kneel down by yuzuriha and ask for her hand, which you kiss. it was already planned (though poor yuzuriha didn't know and almost died of excitement), and it went flawless until you got distracted by the sight beside her. your eyes met with the crimson of senku's and it took every fiber in your body to not lose it. you then stood up and walked back, waiting backstage to change since you were also closing the show (that is how much yuzu loved you).

at the end of the show, you walk out with yuzuriha as they do in fashion shows, the designer and her muse.

"you did amazing!" she jumps excited once the show is over. "i was not expecting the hand kiss."

"we all had it planned." you wink at her putting your glasses back on, only to go back to your usual shy demeanor when you remember what happened. "i actually made eye contact with him, it was really difficult to pretend nothing happened."

"you are really professional." she pats your back.

after the event, there is a private celebration, some of the models and crew members that are close with yuzuriha and her friends of course.

"ha! we meet again." ryusui clicks his fingers.

"hello." you wave shyly, your 10/10 body adorned by a dress made by yours truly yuzuriha.

you chat for a little with ryusui, some of the members of the kingdom of science pry in the conversation with an eyebrow raised (ginro get out) but surprisingly your takk with ryusui is strictly about videogames. it could have gone forever and none of you would have minded but yuzuriha grabbed your hand and took you with her.

"you will finally meet taiju!" with a smile yuzuriha says, you smile too, having heard wonders of taiju, "and you will meet senku too."

your smile slowly fades away into a disgraceful grin of nervousness and even though you try to free yourself from yuzuriha's gentle but firm grasp, it is too late.

"she is prettier in person right?" yuzuriha pats your back knowing exactly what she is doing.

taiju nods agreeing and senku simply huffs. your eyes meet his again and you dissolve back into your middle school self, an embarrassed girl fidgeting with her rings.

you sit with them and talk with yuzuriha and taiju, ignoring senku or otherwise your brain might shortcut. after a while, yuzuriha says she and taiju forgot something and even though taiju denies forgetting anything, she takes him and leaves.

oh how you love yuzuriha, but she was crazy for that. you sit quietly while senku looks at you.

"so you can announce something like that on tv but in person you are a shy mess." he affirms folding his arms.

"as a public figure i must be professional." you say pushing your glasses up the bridge of your nose.

"doesn't feel like you are loving to meet me."

you finally lift your gaze to meet his. in that point what else is a girl to do but to explode, having THE senku ishigami face to face, with his little damn mischievous grin on his lips and his eyes scanning you.

your heart beats fast in your chest. you don't find anything else to play with to have your hands busy.

"i admire you a lot..." you start but he cuts you off.

"i don't care about these formalities, let's go straight to the point." his hands on the table and a serious face, "i heard you beat the 2017 version."

you immediately know what he is talking about, your whole demeanor changes. he was referring to a video game that was notoriously complicated and very few could complete. by that point you kinda forgot what was happening (meeting your crush) and simply let yourself go on about the game. he listened attentively and groaned annoyed at himself when you revealed the methods you used to finish the game that seemed obvious now but he didn't realize before.

later on, when the party is at its peak, yuzuriha seems to realize you are nowhere to be found. she looks for you and gives up when she doesn't find you, retouching her makeup in the bathroom.

in one of the stalls, senku holds your waist with one of his hands while the other one covers your mouth very gently. you look at each other with a mix of fear and excitement and once you both hear the door close, his hand on your mouth leaves and you both let out a chuckle.

...

after the talk and a few drinks that francois kept delivering to you both, you went outside for a second to catch some air, a little overwhelmed by the loud music. when you were walking back in, wearing some insane heels i may add, you tripped and senku happened to stop you from falling. you stayed for a good while in his arms before for some reason (clearly the alcohol) you unanimously reached for each other and kissed. his hands were still on your waist that he held on as he pushed his lips on yours, knowing faintly that he probably shouldn't be doing this. when you separated to breath again, he took in the image of a disheveled angel that was blushing insanely with her little glasses tilted and her lips glossy and that alone drove him to kiss you again. it took you some time to digest what was happening but once you did you gently held onto his neck and corresponded the kiss back, caging his bottom lip with yours as he matched the action with your top lip, his hands firmly grabbing onto your waist. for a second you opened your eyes and found him looking at you, you both laughed.

in some way or another you found yourselves in the woman's bathroom, you sitting on the sink and him taking your heels off. he left them on the floor, for a second just looking at you and admiring your allure. it came to him for a second the fact that he was drunk and acting irrationally, but he found himself tangled in your arms again, holding your neck with one hand and resting his other hand on the sink. slowly as the kiss deepened and your legs started to pull him closer to you, and your head tilted to the side to let his tongue play with yours, his other hand ran to your back, pulling you closer between the edge of the sink but having his body preventing you from falling. when you stopped the kiss to breath again, you could see his daring eyes dance over your face analyzing your features with detail, only to lean in and whisper sweet nothings to your lips before going back to kiss you hungrily. his lips had already started trailing their way to your neck when you both heard yuzuriha's steps so he picked you up, went into the closest stall and closed the door, making you stand on his shoes and holding you so you wouldn't fall.

once she left and you shared a little laugh, you tried to kiss him again but he put his hand in between. "we are drunk, if i am going to do this i will do it right."

that made you smile. you didn't get what he meant until the next day when you woke up besides yuzuriha in her apartment.

"what happened?" you rub your eyes disoriented.

"you got wasted." the brunette says rolling around.

you yawn and go to the kitchen for a cup of water, checking your phone to see the time. a message in your mailbox steals your attention though and you are left to squirm excited.

anyone could tell that senku misses you

like a lot...

to the point that he mentions you

a lot...

it was rather endearing to the people around him

it's cute that senku still remains the habit of talking about you whenever you're not physically with him

yuzuriha always liked that habit of his

she will never not be bothered by it, she's used to it after all

he would always at least mention you once a day

he just loves talking about you

it's really endearing and an adorable side to the usually unaffectionate friend of hers

"the first balloon that humanity took flight in was made of hemp cloth," shared senku as gen let out an awed noise. "the one massive ordeal to overcome is..."

"right..." yuzuriha raised her hand. "you need a crap ton of cloth, don't you?" she asked with a slightly painful look on her face, already knowing the work she's going to put into.

"oh, look!" senku pointed at yuzuriha with a devilish expression. "i totally didn't realize! we've got the crafts club here!" yuzuriha jabbed a fist at his chest.

senku and kaseki then got onto the floor and bowed, performing a dogeza. "the science team will commit itself to designing the passenger basket," senku explained in a robot manner.

"we'll make any tools you need," kaseki tells her, raising his head.

"can i leave the cloth making to you? to the yuzuriha crafts team?" senku confidently asked, raising his head.

yuzuriha nods as senku stood up and the two shared a high-five. "of course you can!" she exclaimed with a peace sign.

"i could've had y/n help you with this. well actually, i think she would've helped immediately without me saying anything, but..." senku trailed off, but yuzuriha understood what he's trying to say.

she placed a hand on his shoulder in a comforting manner. "i know, senku. it's fine! i've got it handled."

later on yuzuriha asked senku and kaseki to make a loom to get things going a bit faster and easier. as she waited, senku called, "hey, it's done." she turned around expecting a simpler loom, but it was not. she let out a surprised noise, falling onto the ground. a pleasant surprise, she was given.

"was this not what you were expecting, yuzuriha-chan?" kaseki asks, a bit worried.

"we didn't have much time," says senku, looking a bit worried too. "did you want an electric one? maybe i should've. y/n would have my head seeing i didn't immediately make an electric one for you."

yuzuriha hurriedly dismissed their worry. "no! no! i appreciate it a lot!"

"they're the senku department store's first high-end products. it might be a while before they start selling," says gen, looking at the racks that held an assortment of clothes and the people that looked around the new place.

"y/n would've love this," senku absentmindedly mentions. "she would've easily volunteered for that fashion show too."

gen turned to senku as if he grew a head.

"oh, also, hand them out to anyone who works," senku then tells gen. "we have a living manifestation of greed who'll buy just about anything."

that was first time gen heard senku talk about you as if he's some clingy boyfriend that misses his girlfriend, he thought he was finally going insane in the stone world

he genuinely would have never thought that senku's the type to be like that when it comes to relationships

which was already shocking in of itself

he truly never expected to have "senku" and "relationship/boyfriend/girlfriend" in the same sentence

are you two really just boyfriend and girlfriend though?

it doesn't seem right to call you and senku, girlfriend and boyfriend

it feels like the two of you have something more

ryusui never met you

of course because when the fuck would he ever

but he has been in the same room as you a few times

people from the "rich, noble, important" families would hold these galas for the "high-class", and you attended some of them for connecting purposes

he, on the other hand, attended most of these which made it possible for him to have seen you in person a few time

though, he never dared interact with you

he only stared at you from afar in awe

it was also an added bonus that because of one of these galas, your family ended up connecting with his family through buying yachts

though, other than that, the nanami conglomerate and the l/n family has no other connection than a business one

and so when senku mentioned your name...

he didn't know what to think when senku mentioned you as if you were an old friend

and judging by chrome's reaction, it seems that the scientist has mentioned you a few times already

"we're in the sky, protected by nothing but our own skin and flesh. you don't get this kind of extravagance anywhere else," he says, looking on the horizon they are given from the air balloon. "not this unique sensation."

"yeah," senku agreed. "y/n would love to be here right now, but sucks to be her for not being here." he cackled out a laughter as chrome turned to him and gave him a light jab.

"seriously?" he deadpanned, but then got distracted by a flock of bird, flying pass the balloon. "we're with the birds!" he exclaimed.

actually, did he even refer to you as if you were an old friend?

it almost felt like he referred to you as if you were dead...

and in a manner that only a really close friend has the rights to do

ryusui didn't believe that though

i mean, how could he?

you dead?

it's ridiculous (utterly ridiculous)

he can see the reasons on why senku has survived and thrived

he also knows the reasons on why you, too, are just as capable of surviving and thriving

so where are you really?

"it's as good as bread from a popular modern shop," senku says after taking a bite out of the stollen that francois just baked. "it'll last to the other side of the planet, and it's good as hell. a perfect food that i've been dying to have and we've got it now!"

"greed equals justice," is all what francois says.

"y/n's really missing out," senku absentmindedly called out. "she would've devoured these so fast, well, as much as her stomach can handle." he smiled fondly at the thought

gen turned to him and asked, "does she like bread that much?"

"loves them even more so than the average person," senku says with a tired expression from just thinking about it. "that girl dragged me around the globe just to have a damn bread tour."

francois wasn't sure if they had heard the scientist correctly

did senku just refer to you like you two are old friends?

you?

a member of the most powerful family in the entirety of japan?

the eldest of the said family?

the next in line?

the hidden treasure of japan?

it was strange

they were confused on why senku would have connections to you

and judging from gen's casual follow-up question, your name has been brought up more than once by senku

but it wasn't their job to be curious and to question the lives of others

their job was to serve ryusui-sama

and for the sake of the nanami conglomerate, ishigami senku is an absolute want

minami, being the journalist she is, are one of the only few people that knows you a bit better than most

after all, she was handpicked by the l/n family to be one of the few media representation for your first ever media debut

it was groundbreaking for her career

and it also broke the entirety of japan

you had revealed then that you will not be accepting any courting, and offers of marriage because you had already found the person you'd spend your life with

no one knew who you were talking about

she remembered the massive wave of investigation happening shortly after the publication of that interview done by... everyone, really

no one ever figured it out who this person was

...or is

maybe she's the first amongst reporters to finally figure it out

"at least let me take the first picture for memory's sake!" exclaimed minami with an embarrassed expression.

"perfectly fair," voiced ukyo and gen.

ryusui laughed, raising his hand in the air. "i'm buying the photo, model rights, and all!" he declared.

minami turned to him, angry, baring teeth. "why should the first photo be yours?!"

"what are you talking about?" he asked. "it's a record of the beginning of technological civilization. it should be senku, obviously. am i right?"

senku owlishly stared at ryusui and minami.

"an exhibit at the nanami museum, representing the history of the new world." ryusui walked over to where senku stood with all the other cameras.

senku stuck a pinky into his ear. "what are you talking about?" he asked. "if anything, the first picture should be y/n." a wave of silence rose amongst the revived people. they know fully well that what senku had said was absolutely correct.

but they also know that it won't be possible right now.

the scientist sighs, breaking the silence. "it's too bad she's frozen shut right now," he mocked casually with a teasing grin.

"i think you're the only one who can joke about her like that," gen commented with a slightly awkward chuckle.

in the end, senku had the honors of being the first person photographed in the stone age, posing the famous einstein pose and minami had the honors of photographing the first picture in the stone age

but that wasn't the only thing that she got from this

she's always listening, you know? and there was one thing that stood out from the banter around her

no one in japan would have the courage, the boldness to joke around your name like senku had just did

not to your face nor behind your back

and yet senku, being the man of knowledge he is, is bold enough to do so

why is that?

was gen right?

that senku really is the only person who can joke about you like that?

since the surrender of tsukasa, there were many rumors she had heard about the two of you and it was all the same thing

that you and senku have something going on

she refuses to believe those rumors

she's a journalist—she shouldn't be believing in those rumors!

her motto is to find the truth

and the truth she will find sooner or later (when she gets the guts to ask you)

when they found the oil, obviously they had to test it out

gen was the one conducting the test drive (because he's the only one with drivers license)

then taiju dropped by, getting a whiff of that oily smell

"hey! it's the love potion," commented taiju. "are you going to give it to someone, senku?"

the people there were confused on what taiju had meant. "what are you talking about, taiju-chan?" asked gen.

"you made some for me that day, remember?" taiju says as his mind took him back to the day it all started. "so that i would have the confidence to confess to yuzuriha. you also said it worked out for you and y/n because of it. it was the last moment we had before we all got petrified."

senku ended up cackling afterwards. "i did! i said that! i told you it was a love potion! you still believe that, you meathead?! that was gasoline!"

"what?! it was?!"

"also, no way in hell would i ever use something on y/n unless she forces me in another of her batshit insane experiments," senku deadpanned. "but if you think it smells the same with no prior knowledge—"

now, gen is totally one to assume

and what senku said kind of sounded like an implication...

in both that way and a completely different way

although, if it was that way then, knowing senku, he would have never mentioned it

so it was probably an actual batshit insane thing

why does gen feel like his image of you will be changed while they're here

a small moment of reference when yo was whispering some shit to gen, pinning senku as some sort of mad lad

well, he kind of is but...

"i'm pretty sure he's wack," whispered yo to gen. both sweating.

"nah, y/n's the one who's wack between she and i. i've still got my mind intact, just barely," senku retorted, looking back at the two.

when valentines came, gen had an interesting answer to his question

"ah, valentine's day," mused gen as kohaku repeated it, confused. "yeah, events are important. for the drago—i mean, for the morale."

senku and yuzuriha went out of the laboratory, handing out the chocolates. gen turned to senku with a question in mind. "do you give chocolates to y/n-chan, senku-chan?"

senku shook his head. "nah, y/n doesn't really like them," he answered which shocked gen. "she'd rather have things that she could wear or practical gifts."

see

look at that

that gave a lot to gen

senku practically confirmed that he gives gifts to you!

and also does so on VALENTINES

if that's not confirmation of being a couple, he doesn't know what is

but then again...

like he had thought before, it doesn't feel like the two you are just boyfriend and girlfriends

but what other kind of relationship would still condone in the valentines romance gift giving?

shouldn't there be some kind of answers by now?

then after they took the group photo with the finished ship

senku looked a bit... down? contemplated?

it was strange to see

why would he be feeling down?

it was quite obvious as well

"are you unsatisfied about the pictures, senku?" asked minami, holding her camera.

"nah, i don't care about that," answered senku.

"then what's got you so down, senku-chan?" asked gen.

senku stared off in the direction of where the tsukasa empire was with a somber look. gen immediately understood from that alone. "take lots of pictures when y/n comes back, journalass," senku told her as he walked off towards the ship.

everyone knew that you barely had any pictures

after all, you were called the hidden treasure of japan

you probably told senku how you felt about it, and he remembers

gen thought it was sweet

minami felt herself gushing about it

when ryusui called upon the people who were needed on the expedition, it was gen's turn to come aboard.

and, to be perfectly clear, tsukasa was left behind by choice because he felt obliged to protect the kingdom of science since most of the battle team were coming along to the perseus

"uh, you don't need me, do you?" asked gen, frantically. "i've got the strength of a bean sprout."

"we don't know what kinds of enemies we're going to meet. what good is a mentalist if they aren't there when that happens, dumbass?" explained senku. "i'd have y/n instead of you if she wasn't being frozen away like a piece of salami."

the modern people felt cultural shock at the casual way of senku playing around your name, but at the same time they feel that they should get used to it.

"ah so i'm just a second choice, huh?" mused gen as he trekked up towards the ship.

"of course you are," senku answered without thinking. "it's always y/n first to me."

the crowd who watched the take off of the ship awed at the display of loyalty senku accidentally announced. gen started grinning, knowing full well that he caused senku to slip like that. senku then grimaced at what he said even thought it's true.

maybe senku should dial back a bit...

ryusui also knows now that you're very much alive somewhere in the kingdom of science

he just doesn't know why you're not physically present

also, did his ears deceive him or did senku just practically confess his feelings for you?

but it wasn't that...

judging from the way the people present cooed at his confession and how gen was smirking like he set it up on purpose

was there something else between the two of you?

this time, it was yuzuriha who shared something about you

"these kinds of people are always dying to show you the machines they tuned the hell out of," says nikki, looking sympathetic.

"they won't let you go until their done," kohaku added.

"i'll be alright!" yuzuriha clarified, making kohaku and nikki shocked. "i always sat through senku-kun's five hour rocket lectures and stuff."

"we have a veteran here!" exclaimed nikki, still looking shock with kohaku.

yuzuriha laughs at that. "if you think i'm a veteran, then y/n must be something else! she always did listen to him..." she mused with a fond smile.

senku smiled as well from that comment.

yuzuriha may not be as close to you as she is to senku, but she completely adores you!

...after getting over the fact that you're the y/n l/n

you were like... any other person, just a bit clueless in other areas

actually, you were a lot like senku in a lot of ways

it's a good portion of the reason why the two of you have the relationship that you two have grown to have

this time, gen was the one to first mention you to amaryllis

albeit in a more... implied upbringing

despite not actually knowing if you two are intertwined or not

but he's very confident that you two are

"that kind of attack isn't going to work on senku-chan," he says. "he's already married, you know?"

and then he went scummy

to which kohaku shouted and hit at him for

and then she later scolded herself after forcing a kiss on senku to save her own ass

she kneeled on the ground and slammed her head on the floor in a dogeza position, facing the direction of ishigami village. "i am sorry, y/n. i will be held responsible for this action, and i will allow you to give me whatever punishment is deemed necessary."

senku sighed, sticking a finger in his pinky, looking exasperated. "y/n's reasonable, calm down, she won't be that mad." his eyes looking far away in the same direction as if thinking of something himself for you.

while senku was making conditioner for kohaku, he mentions you

"y/n's actually been nagging me about making hair stuff for a while now," senku commented while making the hair products. "she always had this specific routine for her hair."

amaryllis didn't know who you are. "is she the one who's married to him?" she asked gen.

"yes," he answered. "y/n-chan is a very powerful person. she's probably even stronger than the strongest soldiers here on the island."

"really?!"

senku glanced at the implied threat gen displayed with an unamused look, but let him does so anyways. it's true, after all.

when amaryllis tried to girlie-fy the boys,

"you know, y/n would actually be impressed that you could fake being a girl like that," senku mentions, crossing his arms on his chest after washing off the makeup on his face.

"really?"

"she'd probably even call you—in her words—a tall baddie." senku made a grimace as he said that.

then when the two girls and one boy dressed like a girl left, gen mentioned your name to start a conversation

"if only we have y/n-chan, huh?" gen comments.

senku shook his head. "nah, she wouldn't do that," he says. "although if she was here, she'd probably go all stealth instead."

"are they really..."

"i'm not answering any questions you have about them."

"so you do know!"

gen was inspecting the earpiece, amazed and shocked by how simple it can be done

and then, of course, senku mentions you

"it was y/n who actually taught me how to make that," senku commented. "i don't know why she bothered learning to make one when she could literally buy the best one, but she said she liked how simple and cosmetic it can be if made like this. though, i'm glad she taught it to me now because it certainly useful for this."

"of course this is y/n-chan's design, not yours," says gen, holding it up in front of him.

as senku looked through the pile of gold dust

as the pile of platinum grew

it was the first time he felt vulnerable since you had been frozen shut

he isn't one to be all emotional, but at moments like these... it really showed just how much care byakuya had for him

senku scoffs. "if y/n was here, she'd be bawling her eyes out," he says, his eyes a bit glassy himself.

"you counting seconds all that time, and your papa collecting sand for decades..." gen looked wistful. "you two are alike."

once the team were able to make the revival fluid, the thought of reviving their stoned comrades were first in the list

senku ordered kohaku to cleanly cut the greedy captain when given the chance

afterwards, ryusui's stone parts were delivered to them

"i've always known you're ridiculously rational, but... but still you're practically psycho at this point!" screamed gen after figuring out what's happening.

senku shook his head with a smirk. "nah, y/n's the psycho one between us," he corrected. "if she was given parts like these, she'd be experimenting, mix-and-matching them. i'd be the only one to get her to stop."

"every time you say things about y/n-chan that she's a psycho and all, it ruins the image i have of her and i can't help but not believe you," gen bluntly replied. "except you're the only one that knows who she really is, so i have to believe you."

senku cackled.

when kohaku was fighting against moz, all she could think about was how he's nothing compared to you

"i like strong girls, too, as long as they have a pretty face," he says as he took out the machete out of his weapon. "what kind of men do you like, kohaku-chan? how about me? i'm strong as hell."

the girl let out a sigh, then tied her hair up to her usual ponytail while crouching down. "strength is strength of mind," she states, making him slightly confused. "to be able to continue hammering a wedge for as long as it takes to carry out one's will. that's the kind of person i'm drawn to."

her pose changed to a battle stance. "well~ this is a problem, moz. you seem to be the exact opposite," she tells him. "and compared to him?" she scoffs. "actually, compared to her? you're nothing. literally. she's stronger than both of us combined, actually, stronger than anyone else on this island."

"i don't know who you're referring to, but you're cute, kohaku-chan. just not cute enough though."

did kohaku just imply something

AND

maybe come out of the closet?

maybe

maybe not

who knows

but she really wasn't lying

moz really is nothing compared to the people she admires and respects the most

as the parts of the gun was laid out on the table, the people from the 21st century had recognized it

of course they did, after all,

"this is what made men and women, young and old, all of humanity, all of homo sapiens, the apex predators. it's the invention of the gods and demons, and even then, humans who owns these rank higher than what we can see on the pyramid," senku states as kaseki finished the building of the gun.

"we, humans, may be on top of the food chain, but once given some source of power? we become our own enemies. and we all know who's at the top here in japan." he lets out a teasing smirk as some let out a sigh, knowing who he's talking about.

"tools are neither gods nor demons," ukyo says. "it's up to the person to determine how it's used."

"then let's be damn glad that our rulers didn't use these to become demons," cackled senku as he just had to make a joke.

both gen and yuzuriha let out a loud sigh.

ukyo decided to ignore the misplaced joke, and continue with what he was going to say anyways.

then later on when ryusui asked who would wield the gun...

senku turned his head towards the stoned yu. "if i had continued my gun lessons with y/n, maybe i can, but compared to the only police officer? yeah, he's better off with it." then he hummed, turning to his two childhood friends. "how about you two? any of you comfortable wielding a gun? i know you both got lessons from y/n also."

yuzuriha shook her head. "well, it's best to just leave it with yu... my lessons with y/n were more of for self-defense," she says.

"i also think it's better for yu to handle it. he's the professional," taiju says. "y/n tried to teach me, but i just always end up using my hands during the mock fights."

gen, ukyo, and ryusui turned to the trio in different waves of shock.

"i wonder how those lessons went knowing your non-existent strength, senku-chan," gen mused.

the scientist rolled his eyes.

it was actually pretty shocking to hear that the trio had gun lessons with YOU

like what an honor??

but it also makes sense for none of the trio to pick up on it since they've already had pretty different skill sets; a gun just didn't fit within it

it was also kind of scary to think about it

everyone knows that the l/n family are all skilled and powerful people

each person had a different skill set honed and trained to the absolute perfection, and that the regime it took to get there was of on a entirely different level

to hear that you had taught those three a small part of your regime,

just how hard was it?

it was an honor, but at the same time, no normal person can probably handle the regime of a l/n

when the team saw that the islanders were getting evacuated

it was a sign that ibara planned to petrify the entire island

"w-we're in huge trouble!" exclaimed suika in a panic.

"nah, just the opposite," senku says with a confident smirk. "when the going gets tough, the tough get going. we might be able to take all of it. the enemy, the kingdom, and the medusa!"

he starts cackling. "oh, y/n, you could've been so damn useful here, why'd you just have to go and get punctured," he sighs with a shake of his head.

ukyo looked at senku in nervousness. "why does it seem like you always have to insult her situation?" he rhetorically asks.

yuzuriha chuckles. "you'll get used to it," she says with a sympathetic smile. "it's his way of showing his love to her."

ukyo thinks that he'll never get used to it

he was one of the people that didn't know the dynamic between you and senku since your accident had happened right when the stone war ended

it's not like he doesn't believe that you two are together, it's just that he's the type to have to hear/see it to believe it

he still have that image of you in his head

that you're someone like tsukasa, except way dangerous and way scarier

it also doesn't help that you and your family are probably the only people that can get past his enhanced hearing

it's easy to say that he's afraid of you

which is why every time senku goes and makes fun of your accident, it gives him whiplash

this time yuzuriha was the one to think of you as she stared at the broken stone fragments of the master of the island

"it isn't over yet," she says. "we have to keep thinking, and keep going; that's what i learned from him... her... from them! we still have some adhesive senku-kun made for us in the kingdom of science." her eyes glistening as she darted from piece to piece.

you and senku are one of the most goal-oriented people she knows

senku will not stop until he completes what he needs to do

and you will not stop until you get what you want

it's almost scary

and when senku freed hyoga as their last resort

"we weren't cornered," senku tell ibara with a smooth confident voice despite the sweat dripping from his face. "we had you corner us into this particular room." with that, he dropped the glass of revival fluid.

of course, gen felt like he needed to mention you to get hyoga to fight for their side. "also, don't forget that if anything happens to senku, y/n-chan will have you head," he whispered out, loud enough for hyoga to hear. "i wonder what'll happen to you after seeing her dearly beloved bleeding out."

senku sighed and shook his head at the shit gen is saying, but he can't oppose to it because it's true.

the only reason hyoga was able to inflict a critical hit on you is because you were protecting tsukasa's sister. and so what if you weren't protecting anyone AND anger engulfed you?

it's safe to say that no one wants to feel the true wrath of a member of the l/n family, much less from you

"i'm alone," senku says out loud as he watched the sun set off in the distance. his back heavy from the phone, his body aching from tiredness, and his shoulder throbbing with dried blood. his eyes glistened in nostalgia as his memories of the early stone world passes through his mind. "again. i'm alone again..."

the phone rings, shocking him out of his pondering.

"can you hear me, senku-san?" called ruri from the other side. "how are things over there, senku-san?"

he stared at the phone in front of him. a smirk slipping through his lips. "no," he changes his mind. "i'm not alone this time." he then quietly added,

"i also have someone i need to go home to."

as the topic of ruri and the mainland was brought up while they ate, taiju had lots to say

"is this ruri girl chrome's girlfriend or ex or something?" amaryllis asked francois, excited to hear some juicy details about her new allies/friends.

"no, i'm told that she is senku-sama's former wife," they answered.

taiju looked absolutely shocked, shaking from the news. "what?!" he exclaimed, really loud. "when did you get married, senku?! weren't you going to marry y/n?!?!" he shook the scientist by the collar.

senku had his fingers in his ears the entire time, not phased, but annoyed. he's used to the loudness of taiju after all. "just for three minutes! we got divorced right away," he explained.

that only fueled taiju more, shaking the scientist once again. "what?! when did you get divorced, senku!? was y/n okay with this?!"

"okay! okay!" senku exclaimed as he took the hands off of his collar. "i just said we got divorced right away! also, y/n was fine with it! it was ages ago."

now, francois isn't one to oblige in gossip especially when it's related to you

but when taiju implied that you and senku are betrothed, they can't help but wonder

are you and senku really engaged to each other?

they had seen how normal engaged couples are, but the two of you don't seem to act like that

but then again, you're, y/n l/n and he's, senku ishigami

not one is normal

the small group now stared at the trashed upper control room located on the perseus

chrome was fuming. "those assholes made a damn mess! they didn't even know what they were dealing with! bastards!" he ranted as he stomped onto the floorboards.

"now's not the time to be getting all salty," senku piped up as he stuck a pinky into his ear.

"actually, i've never seen senku truly angry," taiju says, smiling at his comment.

"no, i get angry. i'm not a saint. i'm just too busy to," interrupted the scientist. "and y/n definitely seen me angry a few times."

later on, when they finally de-petrified kohaku and ginro

instead of giving ginro a hug, kohaku ran to senku, giving the scientist a hug

ginro was mad about it, but who cares about him and his pervy ways

kirisame was blushing at the sight of kohaku hugging senku. albeit, him not reciprocating that, but receiving it with a smile and soft eyes anyways.

"oh right. kirisame-chan, you think they're in a legit relationship, don't you?" gen says. "senku's actually in a relationship with someone else. kohaku's actually breaking a lot of rules doing this."

"i don't think that's what that hug is about," says amaryllis. "not between those two."

"it better not be," screamed gen, purposely gaining kohaku's attention.

kohaku broke the hug off with senku. "i almost died!" she exclaimed to gen. "let me be relieved of surviving!"

then she kneeled to the ground and made a dogeza once again at the direction of the ishigami village. "i also assure you, y/n, that that hug was nothing. i would never do you like that. i would choose you over him any day," she stated as senku rolled his eyes while both gen and nikki laughed.

"you got that right, kohaku!" nikki hollered.

later at night, once the team finished de-petrifying the islanders and the rest of their people, a party of celebration was happening at the deck of the perseus

ginro and suika found senku and his team down at the lower half of the control room where the comms are

as senku bluntly asked what ruri needed, amaryllis was shocked

"eh?? isn't this your first time talking to your former wife after all that's happened on the island?" she lets out.

"that's senku for you," is all kohaku says.

"who cares about the former wife, he's already got a current wife to think about much less than a former one," retorted gen, making kohaku hit his head.

"that's my sister you're talking about."

on a cliff, some of the battle team gathered

kohaku and kirisame stood in front of each other

ginro, kinro, nikki, and kokuyo were stationed at the side, as the audience

"now that we know why-man is our enemy, our job as the battle team is no longer to investigate," kohaku announced as the leader of the said team. "it's to train for the inevitable battle!"

ginro lets out a frightened screech. "we just defeated the petrification kingdom! this is even scarier!"

kohaku and kirisame took a stance, then lounged for each other. the two neck and neck in skill. those watching couldn't help but be in awe at the sight of the dance.

"they're evenly matched!" exclaimed nikki.

"they're both incredible," kokuyo lets out.

"you're strong," kirisame says in between strikes. "you were holding back the last time we fought, weren't you?"

kohaku scoffs. "i wasn't going easy on you. i would never be disrespectful. i apologize. i was simply not accustomed to moving around in a dress."

ginro then bursts out a scream that he held in during the entire duration of the spar, freezing the two girls in shock. he then also ran away.

kohaku shook her head at ginro. "i won't be able to teach you more than you already know since you and i fairly the same in combat skill. the only person who can teach all of us more techniques is y/n, and hopefully when senku heals her, she'll continue lessons."

"y/n? is this the person you were apologizing for?" asked kirisame.

"she's better than all of us combined," is all kohaku said as her gaze stared at the direction of the ishigami village with a sparkling look in her eyes.

a small blush slowly flushed on kirisame's cheeks the more she stared at the way kohaku looked.

it was quite an intimate look that kohaku gave

kirisame noticed it was the same one she had gave to senku

after building the windmill, chrome looked around and wondered for senku

it took a while for him to figure out where the mad scientist could have gone, but he finally found senku

opening the door to the mobile lab, chrome immediately asked, "yo, senku, what the hell are you doing all by yourself?"

senku managed to let out a chuckle. "working on an exhilarating craft," he managed to say pass his crusty lips.

"oh, shit!" chrome screamed at the shocking sight of a dehydrated and crusty senku.

senku downed a few bottles of water which made his complexion slowly come back. he lets out an exhale after drinking. "completely forgotten about hydrating. got too used to having y/n take care of that for me," he absentmindedly mentions.

senku and chrome continued to talk about the plans that senku had for later during the night.

chrome could tell that senku missed you

how could he not have noticed?

everyone practically knows also!

senku always somehow mentions you at least once a day

he never thought senku could be so damn clingy...

it takes him back to the times he witnessed the two of you intimate moments

they really need to come and revive you already

he could never get used to that empty space next to senku

later at night, a small festival was being held at the beach

the lights dimmed, gaining the attention of all

"do you hear me, all?" chrome exclaimed from the speakers. "we're gonna show you something that's going to leave the whole of treasure island speechless and wanting more! rainbow bridge, max level!"

a few seconds later, fireworks shot out into the sky.

senku stared at the night sky that bloomed an array of fireworks, imprinting their colorful displays for all to see. his eyes glistened with nostalgia, a memory popping into mind.

"hey, senku, do you think you could show these back in mainland?" asked kohaku who now stood next to him.

senku turned to her, the memory fainting away. "maybe, we'll see," he replies.

"would you change your mind if i mention that you could see these again with y/n standing by your side next time?" she retorted.

he hummed. "i was just thinking about her," he revealed, quietly. "the first time she saw fireworks, she was with me and byakuya. i could already see her whining about not being there for the first fireworks in this stone world." he scoffs, then lets out a sigh. "fine, we'll do it again at mainland."

kohaku smiled a teasing grin.

a little later, after the firework show, senku stood in front of the treasure tree. he heard footsteps behind him that got closer, and closer. "why are you here?" he asked without looking back.

"just an early morning stroll," answered kohaku. "is it not the same for you?"

"thousands of years ago, byakuya and the other astronauts set foot here for the first time in an utterly deserted new world," senku quietly says as his eyes glistened. "though they've long since turned to dirt, aside from a few fragments of rock."

kohaku scoffs as she quickly and easily climbed up the tree. "that's not true!" she exclaimed as she walked over to where the treasure laid. "you, i, and everyone else will someday die and return to dust, but their will is passed down, refined, and carried on into the future."

senku stared at kohaku who now stood at the small entrance way of the treasure. "isn't that what humanity calls 'science'? that's what you and y/n taught me, senku," she says, looking down at him.

he chuckled, feeling a bit lighter. "yeah, that's right. we're going way farther than those goofy astronauts. we're going to the moon," he stated. "and y/n will be stoked to hear it; she always did love the moon."

kohaku jumped down from the top of the tree, now standing on an elevated root. "it's not true that byakuya and his team left nothing behind. in fact, they connected everything for us," she mentioned.

senku didn't reply, but instead added, "typical, i mean, he's always done the connecting."

kohaku didn't understand what senku had meant when he said that

there are many things about senku... about you that she doesn't know about

some day, she'd like to know more about the two of you

the perseus landed

people started talking about the missing cracks

chrome immediately showed the medusa

"does that mean that mean she'll finally wake up?" tsukasa asked, stepping forward.

senku chuckled as he walked down. "yeah, let's get her out of that damn cold sleep already. our hidden treasure of japan, y/n l/n." the scientist may have not said anything else regarding you after that, but they all knew how much he wanted you to stand next to him again.

"we say cold sleep, but really, we just froze her..." commented gen.

"yeah, like an ice cube," cackled senku. "i bet you she wasn't even asleep most of the time, but suffering from the cold. she hates the cold."

gen sighs at yet another tease towards you.

"that's not the real problem though, is it? you can always trust a sailor's gut," ryusui piped up, then his eyes narrowed on the scientist. "when ibara jabbed you... senku, given how pragmatic you are, you would have healed yourself immediately with the dr. stone set. am i right? yet the crack in your forehead is still there. in other words, you didn't use it. you saved it for... y/n. why?"

"oh right, you don't know, ryusui-chan?" gen asked. "y/n-chan and senku-chan are intertwined. of course, he'd rather heal his y/n-chan over himself."

some people silently laughed knowing that it's true. ryusui, however, looked shocked. there were many implications, but never a confirmation. senku didn't say anything regarding his relationship with you, though, instead he had a different reason.

"actually, the medusa is out of battery."

that gained everyone's attention.

"that thing runs on batteries?!" exclaimed taiju, next to senku.

senku chuckled. "dunno," he says. "and we don't exactly have the luxury of smashing it open to have a look-see inside. but it is using some kind of energy. the one thing that could never happen is for it to make energy out of nothing."

he turned his head to a certain girl. "kirisame," he called out. "is the petrification beam's area specified in radii?"

"yes, why?" she answered.

"when i stoned ibara, i specified five meters. but the petrification beam barely made maybe a meter and a half."

kirisame looked taken aback. "that's impossible!" she argued. "it's never deviated in size..." then her eyes dilated as some form of realization dawned onto her. "...it's out of energy?" she lets out in shock.

here they are in the cave where you were put to sleep

senku, chrome, kohaku, taiju, yuzuriha, gen, ginro, kinro, ryusui, nikki, ukyo, and matsukaze

chrome lifted the lid of the makeshift freezer making the cold fog explode that slowly dispersed to the floor, revealing your pale cold body.

senku walked over to stand next to you. he stared at you as his eyes glistened with memories. he absentmindedly raised his hand to your face, leaving a lingering touch. his thumb caressing your cold cheek.

the small intimate moment of affection really caught ryusui off guard

senku's eyes always held conviction

after all, his eyes are the most transparent part of him

yet ryusui never saw it that soft and so full of love before

he honestly thought that gen was messing with him

but this?

seeing it for himself really changed everything

kohaku approached and stood next to senku, holding the medusa. the two turned to each other, their eyes making contact. no words were exchanged. senku gave a nod as kohaku then bent down and placed the medusa in the space of your clasped hands.

taiju walked over and took senku's hand and placed it on top of yours. "senku! hold y/n's hand with all you've got!"

senku looked taken aback. "what?" he lets out.

"i see!" exclaimed kohaku. "if you hold her really close to the device, it might give her just a little more of the light."

"that's seriously not going to make a difference," senku retorted, but a small smile formed on his face. "fine, whatever, and if i get caught in the beam, it'll heal my wounds and cracks too; perfect."

yuzuriha then walked over, standing next to taiju. she placed her hand on his shoulder, giving him a smile. then she removed it and placed it on top of yours. kohaku and chrome, too, placed their hand on top of yours.

"one meter, one second."

the green light engulfed you as your skin slowly turned to stone. the others pulled back their hands while senku immediately took the vial of revival fluid and pours it on you. the stone skin cracked and fragments fell, both stone and ice.

you sat right up as you screamed, "senku!" then you stood up and out of the freezer, tackling him into a hug.

"did they hurt you?" he asked as he pushed away and cupped your face with one hand.

your eyes widen as a big smile formed on your face. the others were confused by what senku had meant. "no, no, i'm okay," you answered as you placed a hand over his. "did they hurt you?"

"who cares."

"i do!"

you and senku then bursts out laughing.

"sorry, what just happened?" gen managed to ask. "what was that?"

taiju and yuzuriha were chuckling as well. "every time they reunite, they always reference steven universe," yuzuriha explained. "i think it was one of the first things that y/n watched with senku."

"that gem cartoon from the states?" gen asks, but then he immediately hums afterwards. "no, wait, that makes sense."

you turned your head to kohaku with a smile and soft eyes. her eyes glistened as she stared at yours. you extended your arms as she ran into them. nuzzling her nose into your chest while you tightened your hold.

a second later, you pulled back and turned back to senku. "so what's our situation now?" you asked.

"she only just woke up," says matsukaze in awe.

"i've heard around that that's how she is," commented nikki. "always working like him."

"although, i think that she's more serious and formal than him," ukyo mentions. ryusui nods his head, agreeing with ukyo.

"we're attacking the moon!" exclaimed senku with a not-so-serious face.

you owlishly blinked at senku, then a huge excited toothy wide grin formed on your face. "ah! no way really?!" you squealed as you clasped your hands together which caught the others off guard. "senku, darling, it's your dream!" you engulfed the man into a tight hug that lifted him off the ground. if anyone caught onto that affectionate name, no one mentioned it.

he pushed you away. "we've got company, y/n, calm down," he tells you with a lazy smirk on his face.

"who cares about the company!" you retorted. "tell me: are we blowing up the moon?" you asked looking like a child that just got permission to do something they've always wanted to do.

"what?! no!" screamed out senku. "this is a mistake. maybe i should make tsukasa the soldier for the moon."

"wait, honey, no! i'm kidding!"

"i take back what i said," ukyo says in absolute awe and shock with ryusui, nikki, and matsukaze also looking hella shocked.

"yeah, my image of her is completely ruined," mentioned gen.

it was then you caught sight of new faces. "oh, hello," you formally greeted with a short bow. "i don't think i've met you guys yet. although, your face is familiar. i apologize, but could you relay your name to me again?" you gestures your entire palm at ryusui.

the four felt a wave of whiplash at the sudden change in tone and demeanor of the person in front of them; a very important person they may add.

"h-hello, i'm nikki," she greeted, really nervously.

"ah, you're the woman on the phone. i'm glad to see another woman on the battle team." you smiled at her as she nodded, freezing up and pink dusting her cheeks.

"i'm ukyo," he says, raising his hand up.

"yes! the one with good hearing. i'm pleased to see you on this side now," you tell him as he gave a loopy smile, his cheeks a bit faint of red.

"ryusui nanami," he bowed, taking your hand into his and giving a light peck on it.

your eyes widen at the familiar gesture and at the name. "ah, one of the sons of the nanami conglomerate," you acknowledged, then you realized something.

"wait!" you turned around to senku. "you guys built a boat?! just how many things did i miss?"

this time, gen spoke up, "i'll tell you all about it."

"hello, gen," you greeted with a slight smirk. "you're not walking on eggshells around me anymore," you stated as you looked him, up and down. "what changed?"

gen shook his head as he chuckled. "senku ruined your image for me," he says, making you coo.

"aw, senku, you still have that habit?"

"shut up."

this is when ginro decided to speak up. "senku, i just figured it out!" he exclaimed, his face being way too overly arrogant. "you hurried back to y/n because you were worried she was going to spoil in the freezer, right? i know you hate all that mushy stuff, though!" his elbow jabbing into senku's neck.

"he's absolutely tackless!" says kohaku.

"well, if he just wanted someone super strong, he could've taken my top student—i mean, guard, matsukaze-kun." ginro really got carried away.

matsukaze stared at you

he was wondering why you were considered the strongest

he honestly thought it was that tsukasa man

that man was trained to the absolute limit, he could tell with one look

but you?

you didn't look like you were trained like tsukasa was

he stepped towards you and gave a bow, staying in that position. "my name is matsukaze," he greeted. "y/n-dono, if it would be all right, i would like to challenge you once you are well."

you looked at the new face in glee. "oh? then how about now? let's go outside," you tell him. "oohh~ this is fun! i never had anyone challenge me before."

"gee, i wonder why," mused gen, already knowing the outcome of this fight.

matsukaze now understands why you're the strongest here and not tsukasa

you had defeated him with a single finger

a single finger that you used on his forehead to stop his lunge and forcefully push him to the ground

your leaking bloodlust and monotone stare caused him to freeze on the ground, too speechless and afraid to move

you blinked your eyes and your demeanor changed, reverting to what it once was before the fight. "oh my, i apologize, matsukaze," you tell him as you extended a hand to him. "you challenged me," is all you say.

he politely took your hand as you helped him up. he bowed down to you and say, "i am defeated."

"you're a very capable man, and i'm glad to have new members for the battle team," you tell him.

ginro is now humbled

"since the device is out of battery, senku's crack will never go away now," says suika as she walked over to in front of him

"no!" you exclaimed with a huff as if you were child who were having a tantrum.

people slowly turned to you. senku sighs, feeling like he knows what you're going to say.

"i like the stone cracks!" you announced as you walked over to senku. you then traced the lines on his forehead. "it gives him character and he looks... really... good with them."

"y/n..." senku called with a warning tone. "did that freezer like give you a damn concussion or something?"

you laughed as you just give him a hug. you arms around his shoulders, your head burying into his neck. he sighed and hugged you back with one arm that rubbed your back in a comforting way.

this is when gen was like "why should senku-chan get all the fun?" leading to everyone else getting back their petrification cracks

you included of course, after you had stopped clinging onto senku like a koala

although some people didn't forget the small public display of affection you and senku shared, in fact, it really caught them off guard

ukyo, ryusui, nikki, and tsukasa aren't used to it

you were acting like a clingy girlfriend that hadn't seen her boyfriend in months

and senku is acting like a boyfriend who's nonchalant about his girlfriend's clinginess, but everyone knows just how much he missed you!

two people with the most specific personality and a reputation to uphold, and yet here they are soft for each other

it's strange

but at the same time, it felt right

ukyo was down at the control room, double checking everything in case the islanders from treasure island had touched anything else

he thought no one else was on board besides some who would drop of supplies then leave afterwards

but then he heard you

...and senku

he looked around and saw that no one was on the surface, so the two of you were probably below nearby, in one of the rooms

"what was with you awhile ago?" senku asked.

"what do you mean?" you asked back.

"you..." ukyo could hear the hesitation in senku's voice. "did you not think that we... that i—!" a tremble in the scientist's voice. "were you... unsure of ever waking up?" he finally managed to ask. his voice whispering by the end.

a pause. all ukyo could hear was the breathing and the beating of two people. he could hear the anxiousness from each one.

"senku..." you called, softly in a whisper as well. "you need to understand that..." your voice trembling. "that i wasn't expecting you to find the medusa that quick. those months in the cold dark, i was preparing myself not to see you again for who knows how long."

you inhaled a shaky breath. your heart beating rapidly. "i know that those few months were nothing compared to the time we were apart in stone, but at least we both knew that the other was alive—!" your voiced cracked.

"just when you and i were together again, the stone world takes it away once more. how cruel is that?" you let out a shaky fake laugh.

"i could have died in my sleep, senku," you croaked out to him, sniffling and trembling. your breathing became rigid as senku's became heavy. you were probably crying at this point.

both of your hearts were beating so fast as well.

"no," senku says with full on denial. "no, y/n, you would have not died. y/n, you would have not fucking died!" he screamed out.

"what do you know?!" you screamed back at him. "i was the one in that damn freezer. i know what my body felt like throughout those damn fucking months. you know how my—" you took a deep breath. "my body felt like it was on it's way to death!"

"hah~ shit," you exhaled a shaky breath. "maybe i have already died, and i'm just wishing that you were next to me." a thud to the floor then rapid footsteps, ukyo heard.

"y/n, y/n, shit— don't do this— fuck! i'm here, y/n, i'm real. dammit y/n—! i'm right here!" senku screamed out in reassurance.

then ukyo heard a desperate kiss shared between the two.

ukyo left the perseus in a daze at what he heard

he could hear the emotions the two of you felt during the entirety of that

it was strong

to the point that he could feel it as well

"ukyo-chan?" called gen. "did something happen on the perseus? why are you crying?"

ukyo raised his hand and wiped his cheeks. it's true, he's crying. "um..." he hesitated. "senku and... y/n-san are..."

gen widen his eyes then it softened. "let's leave those two be for now," he says. "it must've been hard for them both. i've never seen them apart from each other for that long."

ukyo fully believes it now

that you two are together

even before the kiss had happen

''Not yet, your Highness...'' Rafayel purrs softly into your ear as you shift beneath him, making the rough sheets rustle as you move. His warm breath on your skin sends a magnitude of sparks through your body—crying for relief as his slick tongue glides out, trailing down your sensitive neck.

Marking it with burning kisses.

You are the Princess of Philos, the heiress of a kingdom. Garbed in the finest robes, your hair adorned with fragrant petals. You live a prestigious life in your palace, which lacks nothing.

And yet you are here. With him.

Sharing a simple furnished room in a low-priced hotel with the lavender-haired Lemurian. Until dawn breaks.

Night after night, you escape the comfort of your luxurious bedchamber to find shelter in a run-down area of the town. Willingly, you follow him through dark alleys and narrow sidewalks to avoid curious eyes. Placing your trust in him as he guides you carefully through the dimly lit streets until you arrive at your destination for a moment of intimacy.

Nobody bats an eye if a couple shows up at a place like this late after midnight and disappears before sunrise.

''Rafayel...'' You call out his name yearningly, ignoring the drunken voices and chants, coming faintly from the streets as you lay on the hard mattress of the wooden bed.

His weight pressing against your body only heightens your longing while you nervously fumble with the straps of his purple-black armor to unbuckle them. You have been craving him all day, and there is no way you're willing to wait any longer.

''I wish to have you! Now! I need—ah!''

A gasp escapes your lips as Rafayel suddenly grabs your wrist, stopping you from opening the straps and revealing his toned skin to you.

He pins it next to your head, amused by the persistence in your voice. ''So eager tonight, are we Princess?'' Your beloved whispers teasingly before pulling away from the crook of your neck to gaze at your blushed face.

''And so bold!'' He adds with a smug grin while his pink-blue eyes almost devour you. ''Did your Highness forget that I don't accept orders from her? This rundown place is not her realm, and I am not her servant.''

You return his gaze and notice the pink hue spreading on the Lemurian's cheeks and ears, his chest slightly heaving. He is clearly as tense as you and equally anticipating what is about to come.

''You don't ask me to beg for it, do you?'' You reply in a shaky voice, trying to calm your quickened breathing as much as you can.

For a brief moment, you contemplate talking back. But given your situation, you fear it would only lead to further restrictions so instead, you choose to give in.

''If that's your wish...''

Trying to read into those sunset eyes, as if all your unspoken wishes were answered by them, you relax your tense body before you hear your voice. Firm yet soft. ''Please, allow me to have you, to taste you... I beg you, don't turn me away like this...''

''Hm?'' Rafayel's eyes go wide in surprise, caught off guard, unprepared for your abrupt change in demeanor. You couldn't be more beautiful to him than in this very moment—lying all vulnerable and disheveled beneath him. Searching, asking for permission with those lovestruck eyes he adores so much.

And now you are begging to drink from his luscious lips, to be claimed by him. How could he ever resist your charm?

''R-Rafayel I...'' Your breath hitches as he suddenly captures your lips in a kiss, giving in to his own desire to answer your craving as his hand releases your wrist and moves to your chest, slowly unraveling the front ribbon of your dress...

...and only the moonlight that falls through the thin, swaying curtains bears witness to two lovers intertwined in the rough rustling sheets...

A pair of glimmering orbs appears in the darkness of the hotel room as Rafayel opens his eyes. He still lies awake, long after you fell asleep—spent from your passionate love-making. You slumber safe and sound in the arms of your beloved, unaware of the grim thoughts occupying his mind at this late hour.

''Your Quintessence... time is running out!''

The Lemurian moves his head in irritation as if trying to shake off the Elders plea that rings in his ears during these moments of silence. He carefully slides his arm from under your sleeping form, anxious about waking you, and sits up in bed.

Leaning against the headrest, he closes his eyes and sighs deeply as the words that doom him spiral down once again. Words like a cursed spell that numbs his body and leaves him without hope:

''You must complete the prophecy. Obtain her heart. Your heart. Awaken the seas, rebuild Lemuria.''

And tonight he will reclaim his heart from you.

Rafayel steadies himself and raises a hand to summon his dagger, gripping its hilt tightly. He then shifts his gaze to you, determined to take back what belongs to him. His glimmering eyes turn a shade darker as he moves the blanket from your upper half, revealing your bare skin.

Beads of sweat run down his temples as he hovers the sharp tip of his dagger over your chest, which he caressed and kissed so passionately only moments ago. His breath comes out in labored gasps as he feels his heart pounding against his ribs, knowing he is about to take yours.

''Mhm... I love you...''

The Lemurian abruptly freezes in his movements and holds his breath as you shift in your sleep, rolling to your side. Your innocent, sleep-drunken murmurs pull him back to his senses, and he quickly moves the dagger away from your sleeping form.

''Love, huh?'' With a swift move the dagger vanishes into thin air and a shaky sigh escapes Rafayel's lips. Once more, he finds himself reminded of something: If he dies, then Lemuria dies with him. But if you die, he loses all meaning to live.

He slumps back onto the mattress beside you, watching you breathe calmly, unaware of the threat that surrounded you just moments ago. You are more than willing to give your heart to him, he's aware of that.

But how will he ever find the strength to claim it from you?

''Not tonight...'' He whispers to himself while nuzzling up to you. Inhaling your flowery scent, taking in the warmth of your body as he grabs the blanket and covers both of you.

In just a few hours, morning will break. And then he will need to wake you up to sneak you back into your bedchamber before anyone notices your absence, while he remains in the desert's ambush. Until he can see you again at midnight.

But for now, you are here, and you are his.

No. Tonight is not the night. Just as the night before wasn't. And the night before last...

And deep down, he knows his days are numbered—his blackened flame will eventually extinguish and fade before he ever lays a finger on his beloved bride.

Thank you for reading!

⭒ Luke and Kieran can sense that their boss feels something for you despite his nonchalance toward this little arrangement. It starts off small, it always does—Sylus takes note of your morning and night routine, your picky eating habits and has the chef make adjustments to your preference, how he sees you out in the gardens and come back with spring tulips to brighten the space and the next week he already replaced the slowly withering flowers with fresh ones. The twins whisper among themselves that he’s often less annoyed and irritated when you’re around, and their boss wouldn’t go through the trouble of being considerate unless he cares for you. It’s almost exciting for them both to witness a budding romance unfold before their very eyes and they do offer a helping hand here and there to keep things interesting.

⭒ Sylus thinks it’s adorable how you keep trying to resist him and that’s precisely the reason he loves seeking you out just to watch your resolve crumble under his touch. He finds you in the kitchen preparing a snack and cages you from behind with his hands planted on either side of you against the counter. “Hey kitten, I thought I’d find you in here.” You feel his hot breath down your neck as he pushes your hair aside just enough to lay a soft kiss on your shoulder. He chuckles when you comment that he’s being awfully touchy with you, and he purposely moves closer so that his chest is pressing against your back. “Perhaps I just can’t keep my hands to myself where you’re involved. Besides, you’re my wife now. I think I have the right to touch you whenever I like.”

⭒ You remind him that you’re his wife in title only, but that doesn’t discourage his flirtation and teasing as he allows you to nudge past him. He follows you into the common area and takes a seat on the couch, spreading his legs wide and taking up a lot of space. His gaze is settled on you as he pats his thigh and his lips curl into a smirk. “Come here, wife.” You naturally scoff meanwhile you place the plate of seasonal fruits on the side table and situate yourself closest to the armrest, taking a bite into a juicy red strawberry as you ignore his piercing stare.

⭒ For someone who always gets what he wants, Sylus isn’t used to being defied like this. And had it been anyone else his patience would wear dangerously thin, but he supposes that you’re a special exception because he seems to enjoy the chase and claiming its reward. With one small gesture, he drags you across the couch by a gravitational pull and you squeal when the swirling red easily turn and maneuver you so you’re forced to straddle him and your hands prop on his shoulders for support. “There, much better. Comfy? This is the best seat in the house.” His gaze locks with yours, and he thinks you huffing and frowning at him is simply cute. He firmly grabs your wrist with the bitten strawberry in your hand and lifts it to his mouth for a sweet taste.

⭒ “No fair… using your Evol against me like this.” You grumble under your breath as you gently trail your thumb from his chin to the corner of his mouth where the strawberry juices began to spill. Then an impulsive thought takes over and you pinch his cheek between your fingers, creating a sticky mess on his face. “I hope you’re enjoying yourself. That’s for treating me like a sack of potatoes.” He chuckles once more, his hand falling on your hip and he gives you a light squeeze. “Oh, I do have every intention of fully enjoying my wife tonight.” And by that, he means taking you out for a joyride on his motorbike and feeling your arms wrapped around him tightly as the engine roars through the streets under the night sky and sinking moon. Sylus would never engage in any intimate acts you weren’t ready for, but he loves seeing you fluster at his suggestive remarks.

⭒ As the weeks cross over into months, you never imagined that you’d be spending so much time with Sylus outside of your agreed terms. He’s everywhere in every waking moment of your life even when he’s not there physically. You’re learning new things about him each day and you (begrudgingly) like being around him—even when he can sometimes be a playful bully toward you. When he’s gone for long stretches of time to deal with negotiations and other important matters in the N109 zone, you can feel your heart yearning for him but you’d never say that you miss him out loud when you think he's still toying with you. But with the way he cares for you like you’re both in a real and genuine relationship, it’s hard to know his true intentions and keep your feelings buried deep inside your chest for long.

⭒ You accidentally confirm that Sylus does harbor romantic feelings for you when you carelessly bring up your replacement in a lighthearted joke. You’ve never seen his face falter so quickly at your words as he averts his gaze for a moment to collect himself—a hint of vulnerability in his crimson hues. “I wouldn’t have found a new wife.” He shakes his head and tells you, his voice a little rougher than before. You don’t know what to say, but you manage a soft “No?” that reaches his ears. “No. I wouldn’t have been able to replace you, kitten. You’re it for me. The only one. No one could fill the void you’d leave behind.”

⭒ You and Sylus have kissed before, but this is the first time you’re initiating it. As you brush your lips against his, there’s a softness you never noticed. His hand slips around the small of your back and he pulls you close against him, returning your kiss with the same tenderness as though savoring the taste of you. You lean back after a moment, your palm meeting his cheek in a sweet embrace. “You know, I'm still getting used to the idea that I’ve fallen for you.” You can see him returning back to normal when he offers you a cocky smirk. “And yet here you are. In my arms, with your lips on mine. I think you’re not being entirely honest, my beautiful wife.” Sylus has waited a long time to hear those words from you but you don’t need to know that right now.

You stand in the kitchen, preparing some breakfast for Rafayel and yourself: scrambled eggs with bacon and toast. After a night full of love, passion and heat, you definitely need to get some calories into your exhausted body.

You blush at the memories of the last night, he ravaged and cherished you and was insatiable. And he told you more than once how much he loves you. You smile happily, the butterflies in your stomach awake and lively as the day before as he confessed his everlasting love to you.

You’re still smiling, deep in thoughts and stirring the eggs, as strong arms wrap around your middle and Rafayel‘s voice, still harsh from sleep, softly mumbling into your ear: „Good morning, princess.“

You look back at him, seeing him just wearing some pajama pants and nothing to hide his formidable upper body which is covered in your love marks, hickeys, and nail scratches. Bluish-pink eyes filled with love and a softness you never saw in them before meeting yours.

Rafayel presses firm into you, kissing your neck and shoulders. “Thought you were gone after I woke up, and you weren’t there.” with a voice, trembling a bit.

Your heart flutters and you lean into him, enjoying his affection. “No, no, Rafayel. I promised already, I won’t leave you.“ you ensure him once again. “Was just hungry after… tonight” you hesitate a bit, still unsure how to describe what happened and a faint blush coloring your cheeks.

“Mm” he just hums into your hair, inhaling your scent. „Smells magnificent, I’ll take the breakfast I have in my arms right now.”

Giggling, you stroke his arms, “You need proper food, Rafayel!” You blush more, and he just chuckles and turns you around, arms still wrapped around your waist, before he kisses you with the same desire you experienced last night. Lips hungry but soft on yours, your body flushed to his and his hands caressing your lower back.

Moaning, he ravishes your mouth after he slips out his tongue, licking above your lips to demand entry. And you give it to him, experiencing a need he’d awake in you last night. His arms cradling you even closer, and you’re forgetting about everything, the presence of him the only anchor now.

Until your belly grumbles loudly, demanding something to fill it. Rafayel laughs on your lips, releasing you only a bit to look at you with this incredible eyes of him and cupping your chin with his hand.

“You're blushing, princess,“ he smiles broadly at you.

You slap him lightly on his chest. „And Who‘s fault is it, hm?“ you tease him back before he lets you go and you turn to your pans once more.

He embraces you from behind a second time, not willing to let go of you. „It is my fault, indeed.“ he mumbles happily in your hair „and I don’t feel sorry at all.“ You can feel his chuckling at your back.

It is hard to finish preparations with Rafayel clinging to you like an octopus, stealing kisses whenever he has the chance, but you managed it somehow.

Suddenly you hear someone clearing his throat at the kitchen door and startled, you look behind.

“Thomas!” you squeak, embarrassed about the situation he found you in. Rafayel obviously doesn’t care, he is still holding you tight in his arms. His nose deep onto your skin, kissing and sighing his way from your shoulder to your neck.

“I’m sorry to disturb you…” the manager starts, apparently not as surprised as you thought he would. “I have to share some news with you, Rafayel. If I may…?“

You try to shake off the entangled man on your back, but he just cradles you even more. “Rafayel!”

“Hey, what are you doing? Who said I need to let you go for this?“ he complains over your actions to shake him off.

Laughing about his antics, you turn in his arms, cupping his face into your palms and giving him a short kiss. At least, that’s what you planned to do, but Rafayel changes it into a deep loving one and even lets out his adorable sexy moans.

“I’ll wait in the living room.” Thomas declares in an absolute professional and serious tone, before you push the artist on your lips back.

“Come on Rafayel, behave please. This is embarrassing!“ you scold him a little.

And you get back one of his mischievous grins and sparkling eyes, before it turns into a ridiculous pout „So you’re ashamed of me? Of the love we share?“ He even lets you go, crossing his arms in front of his chest and turning his head to the side.

You fight back the urge to roll your eyes and a smile. There it is, you’re sassy little fish. “No, my love.” you assure in a soft voice. „The sooner you get over your conversation with Thomas, the quicker we are alone again” blushing lightly with the hidden meaning behind your words.

For a moment, it seems Rafayel wanted to refuse, blushing at your pet name. But the last sentence gets his full attention again, sending you a cocky smile.

“And there I thought I'd exhausted you last night.” before he bends down to you, whispering with a more serious tone: „ I won’t give you the chance to run away, princess.“