#enchanted weekend

“What ribbon?” She shouts back. You’re only partially dressed with less than an hour left to dress. You need to leave as soon as possible, but never with such a dreadful appearance. You need your ribbon now.

Nobara’s footsteps stampede towards you, and you brush your hands over your ears just to make sure they’re soft-rounded and not pointy. A force of habit when you’re constantly concealing your identity.

“Can you tie my corset, please?” Her back faces you. You swallow and try not to stare at her waist.

“Of course.” You step forward, tightening her corset. Nobara thanks you and pulls on her dress, twirling and grinning.

“Do you think this is enough to get a filthy rich noble?” You force a smile.

“More than enough-,” -but I wish I were enough for you. You keep the last bit to yourself.

Once you’re done, the two of you rush towards your carriage. You step in first, holding out your hand for Nobara. She takes it and you try not to think about how warm her hand is. The coachman takes off, the horses neighing as they gallop away.

“Hopefully we’re not late to Gojo’s ball,” Nobara says. “I need to talk to Megumi and Itadori.” You nod. While Gojo is late to his own balls, you two can’t afford to do the same.

Your mind drifts away and you stare at the scenery outside. But an approaching figure has you frowning- no, multiple approaching figures. What’s going on? 

“Nobara-,” the carriage shakes and spins before you can finish. You scream as the carriage topples over, the horses crying out as Nobara shouts in surprise. You bang your head on the roof and groan. Has your carriage been hijacked?

“Y/N!” Nobara shouts as the carriage finally stops, unsheathing her hammer from her thigh holster. “Stay still. I’ll investigate what’s going on.”

Before you can stop her, she leaps out of the carriage. You flinch as you hear shouting, kicking, and fighting. But then the door on your right swings open, and you yelp as you’re dragged out harshly.

“Nobara!” You cry out but the figure slaps their hand on your mouth, muffling your screams. 

“Not so fast,” they drag you to the other side of the carriage and you see Nobara. She’s tied up, blood leaking from her mouth as she kneels on the ground. When she meets your gaze, her eyes widen.

“The rumors were true!” The blue-haired man behind her exclaims, and you grimace at the sight of his scarred body. Can a person have that many stitches? He looks like a failed attempt at Frankenstein’s monster. 

“There’s a faerie in Tokyo’s Jujutsu High.” Your heart drops, mouth growing dry as the man grins. “And we finally have her.”

The figure holding you down moves their hand, and you can’t help the pitiful words that leave your lips. “Please- I’ll do anything! You can have my blood, my tears, anything- just let Nobara go.”

The figure behind you laughs and kneels to your height. It’s a man with a wicked grin, black hair, and a stitch running horizontally across his forehead. “Well, aren’t you brave?” The look in his eyes has you squirming. “Giving it all for the safety of her friend.”

You bite down a whimper. You meet Nobara’s gaze, her eyes widened and fists clenched.

“Y/N…” she sounds like she’s in shock. “You’re a faerie?” You’re too ashamed to respond.

“Oh?” The man behind you squeezes your shoulders, and you shiver in disgust. “She didn’t know? Oh my, what a surprise!” He runs his hands over your shoulders, and you almost sob at the feeling of him stroking your sharp-tipped ears.

Nobara growls, struggling against the grip of the stitched man. 

“Let me go, you bastard!” Dirt kicks up at her struggles but you refuse to look up.

“Hm...why should I?” You want to punch him. 

“If you don’t, I swear I’ll gut both of you and rip your skin from your body until you’re screaming and twisting for mercy.” Her threat has a shiver running down your spine, knowing it’s anything but fake. When Nobara promises to do something, she will do it.

“How lovely,” The man behind you purrs. “But Mahito and I don’t have time for that. Come on, leave the girl and let’s go.” The blue-haired man sighs but releases Nobara. You glance at Nobara with tears in your eyes. She’s still tied up, but she groans and struggles against the ropes.

The man called Mahito pulls you into his arms and carries you back to the carriage. You try to hold back your cries as he pushes you in, steps inside, and closes the door behind him. The other man goes to the front and grabs the reins of the horses. 

You’re probably going to die and you’re terrified. As a faerie, death isn’t exactly a thing; you don’t die of old age. But ever since you’ve been forced into hiding, you’ve thought about nothing but death. You could be killed into an alley, stripped of your eyes and tongue, and sold into a black market.

“Don’t worry,” Mahito smiles. “We’re not going to kill you.” His words aren’t any help. You wish you’d resisted more. But you have no formal fighting training- not yet, at least. What were you supposed to do? 

“What do you want with me?” Your voice is barely above a whisper, lips trembling. “If you’re not going to kill me.”

“You’ll see soon…” he has the look of a mad man. “Very soon.” 

You can’t do much but wrap your arms around your chest and swallow your sobs.

༺༻

You don’t know where you are. You look out the carriage’s window but don’t recognize any of your surroundings. There’s nothing but black, rotting, and dying trees, which makes you think you’re in one of the Forbidden Forests- which means you’re in a forest full of monsters. You shiver.

A bump on the road makes you jump. Mahito says nothing, but then the carriage slightly bounces again. And again. He sneers, banging on the front window.

“Geto! What’s going on?”

No response.

Your stomach churns. What if one of the monsters ate Geto and it’s coming for you now? 

Footsteps approach you. The glass window comes crashing down, and chaos is unleashed. You see a flurry of movement, and you quickly recognize the two heads of chestnut brown and strawberry pink hair. They’re here. 

Mahito is gone in a flash, and you’re left inside the carriage as Itadori and Nobara stare you down. 

“Y/N!” The boy says cheerfully. “I’m glad you’re okay.” He pays no mind to your elf ears or the strange color of your eyes. Knowing Itadori, he probably still hasn’t noticed.

You smile. Then you turn to Nobara, who’s looking at you strangely. You hear Gojo call Itadori’s name, and the boy leaves the carriage, leaving Nobara and you alone. Looking down at your hands, you twist them in your lap.

“Why did you hide it from me?” You swallow the lump that forms in your throat. 

“It was too dangerous to tell you,” you lower your gaze. “I wasn’t sure…”

“If you trusted me?” It hurts to say the truth but you nod. 

“I didn’t think you would come for me,” you admit, finally gathering the courage to meet Nobara’s gaze. 

“I promised to never leave you behind, didn’t I?” She kneels in front of you, and you stare at her flushed face. Her hands grab yours and your face grows hot.

“Thank you.” You try to fight back the tears stinging in your eyes. A sniff escapes your lips, and Nobara is quick to pull you into her arms.

“I was so scared,” you sob into her neck. “I thought I was going to die.”

“Shh…” one of her hands goes to your waist, holding you tightly. “It’s okay now. I’m here, lovely. You’re safe. I’m not letting you go ever again,” You slowly pull apart and you can’t help but look at her soft and plump lips. How would they feel against yours? Would Nobara’s hands trail all over your body?

You wonder if you’re dreaming when Nobara leans forward, gently pressing her lips against yours. You eagerly lean forward, hands going to the back of her neck. You fight back a smile, trying to hold onto the moment and never let go. You would stay like this forever and never let go if you could.

“Oi, lovebirds! Break it up. We’ve got a ball to attend.” Gojo peaks into the carriage, grinning cockily. You scoff and Nobara chuckles, slowly pulling apart. 

“You heard him,” she steps out of the carriage, extending her hand towards you. “We have a ball to attend, my lady.” You take her hand and smile. Maybe getting kidnapped was a good thing after all...

A/N: First time writing for Nobara :D I love her character! Hope you enjoyed, please REBLOG + COMMENT if you did! <3 

“Here’s your drink,” Iwaizumi hands you the glass cup. “A cup of fruit juices, just how you like it.” You smile.

“Thank you, Haji.” He hums. He walks forward and leans against the railing you’re also leaning on, staring at the starry sky.

“You’ve never liked balls much.” The knight comments and you nod in response. Slowly taking a sip from your drink, you sigh. 

“Can’t say I enjoy them. It’s just an event for my parents to flaunt their wealth and riches, even as their riches deplete. I can’t believe they decided to launch this ball when our gold is disappearing.”

Iwaizumi doesn’t respond. Instead, he pats the top of your head and you snort. You rest your head on his shoulder and close your eyes, blocking out the chattering and noises from the ball inside the glass doors. If you could, you’d run away with Iwaizumi and never return. But you can’t, so you’ll settle for these small moments with him.

The glass doors swing open and you immediately break apart. It’s your mom. Despite her aging face, she’s smiling and glowing as if someone just told her the greatest news.

“Y/N! Come child, there’s someone who wants to talk to you.” She drags you into the ballroom. You meet the gaze of Prince Ushijima Wakatoshi, and you blink. What’s he doing here? Princes usually don’t show up to balls other than their own.

Both of you bow. Your mother turns to you, her eyes glinting. “Prince Wakatoshi would like to talk to you. I’ll leave you two to it.”

You notice the white rose in Wakatoshi’s hand. He clears his throat, meeting your gaze. You’ve always thought his gaze was startling and intense.

“Lady Y/N, heir of the Suzuki house. Would you do me the honor of accepting my hand in marriage?” Your heart stops. Everyone does too, murmurs coming to an end as everyone in the ballroom stares at you. 

You want to say no. You can’t think of anyone but Iwaizumi. But then you remember the tight grip your mother had on your arm, the warnings she hissed out in the morning. Don’t you dare marry that lowlife knight. You need to restore honor and status to our family.

So instead, you flutter your eyes bashfully and step back. “I’m honored by your proposal, Prince Wakatoshi. Please give me a few days to consider your proposal. A damsel must rest her poor heart.”

He seems satisfied with your answer, almost impressed. The prince kisses your hand and then walks away. The ballroom erupts into chatter again, no doubt regarding you two. You look in your parent’s direction, and both of them look satisfied as well. You sigh with relief.

༺༻

“Are you truly considering his proposal?” Iwaizumi’s question feels like a bite and you sigh, raising your gaze from your nails.

“Yes, I am. Prince Wakatoshi has everything: royal status, riches, and wealth. Frankly, I’m shocked he’s interested in me.” 

Iwaizumi grows quiet. “So is that all you care about? Status and riches?”

You scoff in disbelief. “What? Of course not, Haji. But you know how strict my parents are…” you pause. “I can’t disappoint them.”

Frowning, you reach for Iwaizumi’s arm. He flinches and steps away from your touch, which only makes you frown more. “Is everything okay? What’s bothering you? You know you can talk to me.”

He hums in dismissal and walks towards the doorway before pausing. Iwaizumi doesn’t even turn to look at you. “I forgot I have to attend to some issues. Sleep well, my lady.” He leaves you standing in the middle of your bedroom, feeling like a fool.

༺༻

Ever since Wakatoshi proposed, Iwaizumi has spoken to you as little as possible. You don’t appreciate his newfound coldness, not when you need him the most. Your mother sent a letter forth to Wakatoshi’s palace, accepting his marriage proposal. You’re getting married in two days.

“Good morning, Iwaizumi.” He jumps at your voice but stays seated, refusing to meet your gaze. Instead, he continues to stare at the crackling fireplace. “I hope the maids have offered you breakfast.”

“They have, thank you. But I have no appetite this morning.” His voice is gruff. “Your mother summoned you. She’s expecting you in the lounge room.” And that’s the end of your conversation. You’re blinking back tears on the walk to the lounge room.

“Good morning, mother,” you curtsy. “I was told you wanted my presence?”

“That’s right.” She doesn’t look up from the book she’s reading. “Wakatoshi will be visiting us today for dinner. So make sure the maids bathe you with rich oils and dress you in your best clothes. That’s all.” 

You nod and leave the lounge room without a single word, your heart in your throat. Everything is changing too fast and you can’t handle it. 

༺༻

During dinner, Iwaizumi is stationed behind your chair, as always. He hasn’t talked to you since the morning, and you can’t really look at him, not when Wakatoshi is seated in front of you. Your parents and Wakatoshi are eating the meal prepared by the maids while you pick at your meal. Your stomach is twisting and you can’t focus.

“I’m glad to hear you accepted my marriage proposal, lady Y/N.” Ushijima dabs his mouth with a napkin, shooting you a small smile. It’s a strange sight, but it helps you relax. You smile back. “I’ve been vying for your attention for years now.”

“Is that so?” Your mother chuckles, smiling. “What a lovely gentleman you are, Prince Ushijima. I’m sure my daughter will make a good wife.” Your smile drops. You don’t smile anymore even when Ushijima does.

༺༻

“Hajime.” You grab his arm before he can leave your bedroom. “Can we talk….please?” Your voice is small and weak. “I need someone to talk to.”

He sighs and you think he’s going to leave. But then he closes your bedroom doors and sits on one of the couches. You sit on the edge of your bed, frowning.

“I miss you. I don’t know what happened, if I've offended you- but I did not mean to. Please, I just want my best friend back,” you plead, eyes watering. “I need him now more than ever.”

Iwaizumi softens at the sight of your watering eyes. He sits next to you and lets you lay your head on your lap, softly stroking your hair. 

“I apologize. You’ve done nothing wrong,” his eyes look red. “I’ve been acting like a fool.” You snort. 

“No matter. However, I need to ask you something.” He looks at you expectantly. “What do you think of Prince Ushijima?” Iwaizumi’s demeanor shifts. He scoffs.

 “You’re wasting my time talking about him?” You furrow your brows. He rises from your bed, striding towards the exit. 

“What? What’s wrong with-,” Iwaizumi’s sharp exhale has you pausing, and you look at his now angry face.

“If you’re going to talk about him, then don’t bother.” Now you’re angry. You rush forward, pulling one of his arms and spinning him around.

“Iwaizumi! What has gotten into you!? What do you have against Wakatoshi? He’s been nothing but a gentleman! I don’t understand, I-,” you’re cut off by Iwaizumi’s words.

“What do I have against him? He’s royalty! He can give you everything I can never give you! He’s taking you away from me!”

Silence. You freeze, staring at Iwaizumi with wide eyes. His eyes widened too, barely realizing what he said.

“I need to leave,” he mumbles. “I can’t be here-,”

You stop him with a kiss. Your hands go to his hair, tugging him closer. He immediately melts into the kiss, lips pressing against yours. And his arms loop under your legs, lifting you into his arms.

“I don’t care about Ushijima. I’ve only ever wanted you,” You say between kisses. “Why do you think I’ve rejected all marriage proposals? Ushijima was the only one I couldn’t reject because of my mother. I don’t want him, Hajime. I want you.” That makes him kiss you harder.

When you pull apart, you’re both panting for air. You smile, and Iwaizumi smiles too. But then his smile drops.

“Your mother. Prince Ushijima, he-,” You shut him up with a kiss, grinning. 

“How do you feel about being runaways?” Iwaizumi’s eyes widen. But then he grins back, and his hand reaches for yours, squeezing it.

“As long as we’re together, I’ll do anything.”

A/N: I really enjoyed writing this fic and I hope you enjoyed it too! Do leave a reblog + like + comment <3 

Draping his arms over your shoulders, you quickly make your way into your humble abode, dragging the man as fast as you can. You lay him down on your bed, grimacing as you push his hand away from his wound. The same hand shoots towards your throat, gripping it tightly. Already choking from his grip, you claw at his hand with widened eyes. The man’s eyes are a crimson red that burn holes into your face, lips pulled into a snarl.

“Who are you?”

He finally loosens his grip and you gasp, desperately inhaling air. You don’t appreciate being choked and you narrow your eyes at him.

“Who are you? I’m a commoner coming home after an exhausting day of work when I find your body on my doorstep! I have the generosity to take you in, and this is how you treat me!?”

The man scoffs before cracking his neck, and you don’t miss how sharp and deadly-looking his nails are. "If I was at my full strength, you would be on the ground right now, dead and your throat ripped out." He growls, pupils narrowing into slits. His threat doesn't go unnoticed, but with a hard swallow, you click your tongue and push the man down on your bedding.

"Oh hush, you can murder me once I'm done cleaning you up."

༺༻

You pass out after cleaning and stitching up the stranger. He was too weak to fight back so he had to lay there and do nothing. You’re awoken by the feeling of sunlight pouring into your home, and when you open your eyes, you realize that the stranger is gone. Everything in your house is intact, and you huff. Well, at least he didn’t steal anything or worse- killed you in your sleep. You suppose it's okay that he left without a word.

A few minutes pass by as you rise from the uncomfortable floor and head towards your wardrobe, already grimacing at the day that awaits you. Another day of serving as a maid in the royal palace of your kingdom, another day of being a royal’s footrest. Lovely.

But this is the life you’re condemned to. Being born into poverty is a hopeless path, a path that you can’t change no matter how hard you try. After dressing in your servant attire, you quickly make your way to the kingdom’s palace, walking past rushing maids and butlers. You’re not late by any means, but your king is hard to please and you must be as punctual as possible. 

“Good morning, my king,” you curtsy before the man, lowering your gaze to the velvet carpets. He hums, and the queen (one of the nastiest women you’ve ever met) murmurs into his ears. “What may I be of service today?”

“Clean the horses’ stables and bathe them. I wish to ride one of my stallions today.”

And with that, you walk towards the horse stables, nose already wrinkling at the smell of animal feces. You have to swallow down the bile that rises in your throat. It’s not like you can complain either way. So with a sigh, you begin to work.

༺༻

It’s already evening when you’ve cleaned all the stables, bathed, and brushed the horses, the blue sky slowly fading into a warm orange hue. You’re sure you smell very unpleasant and your fingers are all pruney from constantly dipping them in water. Your elbows are aching from countless hours of scrubbing and washing, but at least you’re finally done. 

The stables are rather far away from the palace, so you’re rather surprised when you see a group of five people storming towards you, swords drawn out and black cloaks billowing behind them, fresh blood dripping from their weapons. This can’t be good. You look left and right for a way to escape, but there’s nowhere to run. Rushing towards the back exit of the stables, your heart races as you hear the assassins shout and race after you. 

You run through a grass field and you exhale when you spot the palace in the close distance, but then you’re on the ground as the air is knocked out of your lungs. 

“Should we finish her off?” One of them says, his blade pressing against your back. You sob, unable to fight your fear. 

“Please- I don’t know what you want, but I have nothing on me-,” one of them cackles, and you whimper as the blade presses harder against your back.

“We don’t want money. Don’t you understand, girl? We’re invading your kingdom. This land is ours now.” You breathe in sharply as the blade leaves your back, no doubt rising to strike into your back. Closing your eyes, you await death. 

“Move that sword another inch and I’ll cut your head off.” A familiar voice barks, and you watch as the barbarians stumble backward, swords clanging to the ground.

“Of course, my lord!” They stammer, and you slowly raise your gaze from the weeds and grass. Your stomach drops as you meet red eyes that glint with bloodlust.

“Well, well,” his voice is almost mocking, a wide grin that shows off his wide fangs stretching his lips. “We meet again.”

You’re doomed. Your hands tremble and the man clicks his tongue in disapproval, kneeling in front of you, one hand outstretched towards you. What?

“Rise from the dirty ground. You won’t kneel for anyone no more,” he tilts his head to the left. The smirk on his face has you shivering. “After all, this is no way to treat the damsel who nursed me back to life.” 

“You-you’re not going to murder me?” You manage to squeak out. The man barks out a laugh, shaking his head.

“So naive. If I wanted you dead, I would’ve killed you on the spot yesterday.” You swallow down a sob of fear before slowly nodding.

“Who...Who are you?” You murmur, and the man chuckles. He outstretches a hand towards you and hesitantly, you take it, rising to your feet. 

“Isn’t it obvious by now? I’m Sukuna Ryomen, king of felons and invader of kingdoms.” Oh. You freeze, body tensing. You’ve heard everything about Sukuna Ryomen; a merciless murderer, destroyer of villages, decapitator of soldiers, and torturer of royalty. You try not to cower with fear. 

“Now that we’re done here,” he pulls out a deadly-looking sword. “Take her to the camp- to my tent. If I find her anywhere else or with a single bruise, I’ll murder all of you without hesitation. Tell my servants to run a bath for her. Understood?” The assassins grunt in harmony, before leading you away from Sukuna. You swallow nervously, body jittery with nerves. Sukuna walks towards the palace, blade in his hand and a wicked grin on his lips. You wonder if he’s going to finish off the last royals. The thought doesn’t help, only making your stomach twist even more.

“Hurry it up. We need to reach the camp before nightfall.” You rush forward. 

Sukuna saved you from becoming another victim of warfare. You too, saved him from bleeding out; is this his way of repaying you? You sigh shakily, mostly relieved that you’re still alive.

“Shocked?” One of the assassins says, voice gruff. “I’m just as surprised as you are. Sukuna never spares anyone. Consider yourself lucky. Many meet their end with Sukuna’s blade. And for now,” they glance at you. “You won’t share their fate.”

A/N: This is my first JJK fic and my first time writing for Sukuna! Please REBLOG + COMMENT if you enjoyed <3 

Daichi doesn’t mention it in any of his letters, he’s never forgotten the promise he made to you the day he left. His mind drifts to the past as the carriage continues to move forward. A sigh leaves his lips as he remembers the words he uttered eight years ago, when he was fifteen years old and desperate to keep you at his side. 

"When I come back, I promise to put a ring on your finger. A ring with my initials." His hands gently trace over your hand, as if already imagining the golden ring on your finger.

"Promise?" You whisper, eyes watering as Daichi forces down tears before smiling. He can’t cry now; it’ll only make things harder. He doesn’t want to leave, but his father has left him with no choice. If he wants to be the heir to the Sawamura family, he has to prove his worth. 

"Promise." Please wait for me. He wishes he had said it. 

But now that Daichi is returning, he’s far past being a lovesick teenager, minus the lovesick part. He knows you still have his heart in your hands. The yell of the coachman and the neighing of the horses snaps him back to reality, rocks on the ground making the ride to the kingdom slightly bumpy, but he doesn’t mind; not when he knows he’ll be able to see you in a few hours. A small black box is held tightly in his hands, diamond ring cushioned comfortably. 

༺༻

Knowing that you’ll see Daichi soon- your best friend that you haven’t seen in years- has your stomach flooding with butterflies. You’ve dressed in your finest silks and perhaps they’re a little bit too fancy, but if there’s anything you want to do today, it’s to leave Daichi starstruck. He’s the only person who’s ever stolen your heart, and you hope to steal his in return. As you grew into a composed, refined, and enchanting young lady throughout the years, the one thing you didn’t lack was marriage proposals. But you dismissed all of them, unable to imagine yourself with anyone but Daichi. You hope he felt the same way. 

Soon enough, one of the butlers comes to inform you of Daichi’s arrival, and your stomach twists with anxiety. You walk slowly but steadily to the palace’s living room, the fireplace flickering softly as your sibling plays the piano in the lounge room. You spot a familiar head of black hair lounging on one of the sofas, and your heart skips a beat. It’s Daichi. It’s really him, in all his essence. You fight back a sniffle as you rush forward, forgetting about etiquette as you jump into Daichi’s arms, wrapping your arms around his neck. He’s caught off guard but quickly recovers, arms lowering to support your legs.

“Daichi!” You cry out with joy, eyes almost brimming with tears. You haven’t seen him in so long, and your heart dances with happiness now that he’s here. He’s so, so warm, just how you remember, and you hear him chuckle as he gently squeezes your waist before setting you down.

“Y/N, well aren’t you very eager to see me?” The teasing tone in his voice has your face warming up, but then his genuine smile makes you relax. 

“I’m merely joking. I’ve missed you too, Y/N. More than you’ll ever know.” His words drop to a murmur as his eyes trail over your body, and you feel the butterflies in your stomach return. Since he’s taking his sweet time staring at you, you decide to do the same. Though quickly enough, you realize that Daichi is too much to look at. His jaw has become well-defined, face chiseled and cheekbones high. His dark chestnut hair sweeps above his eyebrows, chocolate brown eyes drinking you in. And you can’t get enough of it. His arms look even bigger than before, veins slightly bulging in his hands. Your mouth goes dry.

Heavens, when did he get so handsome? He was already perfect in your eyes, but now this? You’re about to pass out. 

“Dear lord,” Daichi lets out a nervous laugh as he looks away, a red blush dusting his cheeks. “You look...magnificent, Y/N.” It feels good to know you’re not the only one affected. With a shy smile, you curtsy and slightly bow your head.

“Thank you, Daichi. You don’t look so bad yourself,” you give him a crooked grin and he laughs loudly, one hand going to ruffle his hair. 

“Well, now that I’m here, what have I missed?” He offers you his arm and you take it with a smile as the two of you walk towards the palace’s garden.

“Hmm,” you hum thoughtfully. “Well, Tanaka is still as obsessed with lady Kiyoko. We’ve made a new friend, her name is Yachi Hitoka! Sweetest thing you’ll ever meet. The group and I have become well-acquainted with the underclassmen at the academy. I think you’ll get along with them just fine.” 

Daichi hums in acknowledgment, trying to hold himself back from asking the forbidden question. But it leaves his lips before he can stop himself. “What about yourself? Any...admirers or proposals?” He sucks in his breath, bracing himself for your answer. But he’s surprised to hear your lighthearted laughter as you shake your head.

“I’ve received plenty of proposals by now, I’ll admit,” you press your finger to your lips, and Daichi has to hold himself back from digging his nails into his palms. Instead, he settles with clenching his jaw. 

“Is that so?” He absentmindedly strokes your arm that’s looped through his. “And...how did you respond to the proposals?” Daichi feels doubt and insecurities pool in his stomach, already dreading that you’ve forgotten his promise.

“I rejected all of them, of course.” He watches you twiddle with your hands, gaze lowered. “None of them interested me enough to accept.”

“I’m glad to hear that,” Daichi says with a grin he can’t bother hiding. You raise an eyebrow at his response. 

“Why is that so?”

“Because…” he’s quick to pull you flush against his chest, one hand gripping your chin. “That means I won’t be kissing a soon-to-be-married woman.” And then he descends on your lips before he can chicken out, choking down a desperate groan. He’s never felt such softness or warmth like your lips.

But then he feels your hands press flat against his chest, and he pulls away. Bloody hell. That was reckless of him- he didn’t even stop to consider whether you would agree. Daichi lowers his gaze to the floor, coughing awkwardly.

“I apologize. I-I forgot to ask whether you would be fine with that.” He feels his face burn with shame, but he’s surprised to feel your hands tugging on his collar, his lips returning to yours. 

“Hush and kiss me,” you whisper and Daichi is quick to obey, his hands going to your waist as yours go to his hair. The two of you eventually pull apart, sporting swollen lips and heaving chests. And then you abruptly laugh, lips tugging upward.

“Not that I’m complaining,” you reach and intertwine one of his hands with yours. “But what made you kiss me?”

Daichi hums, giving your hand a gentle squeeze before lifting it to his lips. He smiles at your widened eyes. “Have you forgotten? I made a promise to you before I left. One that I plan to fulfill.”

He watches as your eyes brighten, lips raising in a smile. “You remember?” He almost scoffs at your question but instead snorts and nods.

“Of course I do. How could I ever forget?”

You laugh. “I’m rather shocked that you still remember.” Daichi hums, one hand going to squeeze your waist while the other holds your back. He lowers himself to your ear, grinning as he hears your breath hitch.

“What do you say, sweetheart?” He tries to ignore his own racing heart. “Should we carry out the promise?” Daichi feels one of your hands squeeze his arm bicep, laughing briefly.

“You did promise to marry me, after all.” The smile you shoot at him makes his face warm. “Better not disappoint me now.” He grins, exaggeratedly bowing before you.

“I would never, my lady.”

A/N: This is my first time writing for Daichi which is lowk surprising considering he’s one of my favs 😭😭but anyways I hope y’all enjoyed! Do leave a REBLOG + COMMENT if you enjoyed <3 

This hate potion is a tricky one, so you can’t let Tokoyami down. Not if you want him to take you seriously. Maybe, you could ask him how to make a love potion after this, and the thought makes your face warm. 

The once brown mixture begins to turn a silver-grey, and you look around in the small cabin for the last ingredient- two drops of unicorn tears. As you fumble on the shelves, you finally grab what you hope is the jar of a bottle of unicorn tears. It’s a small glass bottle, full of a silverish liquid. You’ve never seen unicorn tears before, but Tokoyami told you it’s the only silverish liquid in his cabin. You just hope he wasn’t mistaken. 

Though a bit nervous, you continue forward with the potion and you pour two drops of unicorn tears into the cauldron. The mixture hisses and boils, the silver-grey hue turning into a warm caramel brown. Strange. It looks far too enticing and homely for a hate potion. 

You don’t remember Tokoyami telling you how the final product was supposed to look like, so with a sigh, you step away and dust your hands off. You begin to pour some of the mixture into a glass flask, a yelp of pain leaving your lips when some of the boiling mixture splashes on your hand. Hissing, you slowly place the flask on the wooden counter, licking at the liquid that’s dribbling down your hand. Instantly, you freeze as you realize your mistake. Oh no…

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When Tokoyami swings the door open, you stand next to the door, hoping things won’t go terribly wrong. As you prepare an apology, what leaves your lips instead has you freezing.

“Welcome back, Tokoyami! I messed up on the hate potion, and I’m terribly sorry- I’ve been trying to impress you for so long in hopes that I’ll have a chance courting you, I-” you clamp your mouth shut before you finish the sentence, cheeks burning with embarrassment as Tokoyami stares at you. Oh lord, you wish you could vanish into thin air.

“I...I did not mean to say that,” you inhale shakily as you step away from the door, rushing to the wooden counter as you stuff your fist in your mouth. “Though I had been wanting to confess for a long time- heaven’s sake! Why can’t I stop saying these things!?”

Trying to calm down your racing heart as you stare at the wooden counter, you hear Tokoyami approach you from behind. He’s quiet, which is unnerving you to no end.

“Y/N,” his voice is steady and calm as his hands rest on your shoulders. “It’s okay. Just tell me what happened while I was gone.”

Sighing shakily, you lower your head as you speak. “I was working on our customer’s order. Everything was fine until I put the unicorn tears in. Well, I think they were unicorn tears. I’m not sure.” 

“Show me the jar you poured.” You slowly turn around, still refusing to meet Tokoyami’s gaze as you walk over to the cauldron and grab the empty glass of jar on the counter next to it. 

“Here,” you try to not sound like you’re about to cry. “It’s this one.”

“Ah,” a noise of understanding immediately leaves Tokoyami’s throat as he stares at the empty jar. “These are not unicorn tears. I understand the confusion, as elf drool is very similar to unicorn tears.” Elf drool!? You almost choke on air. “Combined with the rest of the ingredients, you made a truth serum instead of a hate potion.” Though Tokoyami chuckles, you’re still too ashamed to look at him. 

“I see. This was a very stupid mistake- I understand if you strip me of my title as your apprentice,” You stammer as you walk away, reaching for your cloak by the door. “I deserve as much.”

“Hey.” Tokoyami’s voice is as firm and heavy as his hand as he squeezes one of your shoulders, and you feel his presence behind you. “Calm down, Y/N. You’re not going anywhere just yet. We need to talk.” Oh no. 

“Oh-!” You shake your head vigorously. “I don’t see why. I can just leave right now, there’s nothing for us to discuss-,” The warm hand that goes to your back and steers you to the other room in the cabin makes you pause, face warm as Tokoyami leads you into the lounge room and tells you to sit down.

“How...how long have you had feelings for me?” His voice sounds raspy and more nervous than before. Slowly, you look up. It’s hard to tell how he’s feeling because of his bird-like face, but the way he’s avoiding your gaze and is rapidly tapping his foot tells you he might be just as nervous as you.

“Before you took me as your apprentice,” you feel out of breath as you admit the truth. “I think I began to fall for you when you came over and made me soup so I could recover from that nasty cold.”

Silence. You swallow nervously, once again lowering your gaze. Does he not return your feelings? Is he disgusted, repulsed by them? Your chest aches.

“I...I understand if you do not reciprocate my feelings. I hope...we can preserve our friendship.” You brush your hand over unshed tears, trying to keep your composure. Slowly rising from the wooden chair, you prepare to leave when Tokoyami’s hand reaches for yours. 

“Please,” His voice is low as he holds onto your hand tightly. “Sit down, Y/N. You haven’t given me a chance to speak.”

You sit down. Tokoyami lets out a long sigh as he tugs at his cloak, looking anywhere but at your face.

“I...I don’t know how to talk about this,” his hands are fumbling with his cloak. You swallow, lowering your face as you prepare for rejection.

“I...wait- look at me,” you almost gasp as one of his hands gently grabs your chin and forces you to meet his gaze. “I...I have harbored feelings for you almost ever since we met,” he looks rather bashful as he speaks, feathers slightly ruffled. “I do feel the same way, Y/N.”

You let out a nervous laugh. “That’s shocking to hear.”

Tokoyami chuckles. The two of you fall into a rather uncomfortable silence, but he’s quick to tear it down with a clear of his throat.

“Now that our feelings have been made known…” you watch as he kneels in front of you and offers you a rose (when did he get that?), his eyes on yours.

“Y/N L/N, will you accept my courting gift?” Your heart is racing as you smile widely. Gently taking the rose from his hand, you slightly lean forward and press a gentle kiss on Tokoyami’s beak. 

“I would be honored.” You smile at Tokoyami’s reaction, his eyes widening as he opens and closes his beak several times. 

“That...that was very lovely.” He scrambles to his feet before taking a seat, scratching the back of his neck. And then he meets your gaze again, almost bashfully. “Could you...do it again?” You gently place the rose on the wooden table before leaning forward, a smile playing at your lips. If this happens every time you make a truth serum, you wouldn’t mind licking some more of it. 

A/N: Ahh I haven’t written for Tokoyami in a long time so I hope he’s okay :) If you enjoyed please reblog + comment! <3 

But you’re only human, and you find yourself panting as you lean against a tree, trying to catch your breath. But the sound of heavy armor clinking and footsteps approaching have you tensing, ready to break into a run. You quickly turn around and begin sprinting, weaving through seas of trees and endless vegetation. Taking a turn to the left, you’re stumbling on your feet as you reach the edge of a cliff. Shit. Maybe slapping Sir Kobayashi across the face had been a reckless decision, but you don’t regret it. After all, he’s the one that called you a whore and a slut. If there’s anything you can’t tolerate, it’s the weak and fragile ego of men. 

“Cease your endless running and come with us, lady Y/N,” One of the knights says, the tip of his sword on your chest. Oh, God. “You must face trial for physically assaulting Lord Kobayashi.” 

“Pardon me?” You snarl, trying to take a step back, but now you’re barely treading on the edge, rocks falling into the open chasm below you. “I’ve done nothing wrong. Leave me at once!”

The dozen of knights keep getting closer, and you have nowhere to go. You briefly glance below you, and your stomach twists. You’ve never been scared of heights, but now that you’re one breath away from falling from a cliff, you’re terrified.

And then you sigh, shoulders slumping as you raise your hands. It’s death or surrender- and you don’t want to meet the Grim Reaper just yet.  But in the blink of an eye, you hear someone shout before a dozen figures swoop from the trees. One of them reaches towards you as his hands wrap around your waist, swinging you into the air. You quickly scramble to wrap your hands around the stranger’s neck, eyes closing shut as you hear a fight break out below you, swords clashing and muskets firing. What the hell!?

But then you feel the Earth beneath your feet, and all the knights have been knocked to the ground. You stare at the group of panting individuals, all dressed in musketeer uniforms. There’s a platinum blonde with a mean look on his face, a redhead who is smiling despite having just fought, a pink-haired girl who shoots you a grin, a guy with black hair who grins at the redhead, and of course, your savior- a blonde who smiles crookedly.

“You should be careful around these parts, my lady!” He says as he slowly steps back from you, dusting off his uniform. “There’s nothing but scoundrels in these woods.”

“I- you,” you stammer, eyes wide as you try to process the events that happened in a matter of a few seconds. “Who are you bunch?”

“We’re the Yueei Musketeers!” The girl says with a smile, adjusting the musket that hangs from her shoulders. “Pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

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After calming down your nerves, and getting your small wounds and scars treated by the redhead, you sit on a log, shoulders brushing with the blonde. His name is Denki Kaminari, but he doesn’t mind any endearments, he says with a wink. You try to ignore the way your face burns at his teasing words.

“So, may I ask why you lot are traveling? I thought musketeers had a designated spot in the Yueei palace.”

The platinum blonde- Bakugou, you recall him grumbling his name, grunts, while Kirishima clears his throat and sets down his loaf of bread. “We were ordered to travel and make sure safety in the Yueei Kingdom is still stable. With our newfound alliance to the Kingdom of Midas, the king has the resources to improve and tighten security. We were testing out...swinging on trees, to kill some time, when we spotted you.”

You hum in understanding, focusing on your piece of loaf as Kirishima explains. They all seem around your age, just a bunch of young adults with a tinge of mischief in their eyes. And strangely enough, you smile as you watch the group laugh and bicker. Even though you’ve only known them for a few hours, it feels like you're eating dinner with life-long friends.

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The group suggests you stay the night with them until you can find a safe village to settle in. Frankly, you don’t want to- won’t go back to your old life, and there’s nothing else waiting for you. So the idea of staying with the group doesn’t sound too bad.

“You know, I could see you in a musketeer’s uniform,” Denki murmurs as the two of you sit and stare at the stars, the campfire burning brightly a few feet away. You smile, arms wrapping around your chest. “What do you say?”

You hum. The idea sounds far-fetched, but it still has your heart racing with excitement. “I’m not opposed to the idea,” you murmur. Denki mumbles something beneath his breath, and then you watch in surprise as he takes off his coat and drapes it around your shoulders, adjusting it before patting your shoulders.

“You don’t have to,” you say with widened eyes, but the blonde shakes his head and smiles. “I see the goosebumps on your skin. Don’t fret, I’m not cold.” 

You chuckle, shaking your head as you smile wryly at him. “Well, aren’t you a gentleman?” Denki grins at your words, nodding. 

“Why thank you! I do try.” You laugh at his response, pulling his coat tighter around your body. The fire keeps you relatively warm, but with his soft and heavy coat, you feel cozier and far more comfortable. Sleep and weariness begin to seep into your bones, and you slowly lean against Denki’s shoulder.

“You have my thanks. When I was at the cliff… I was sure that would be my end.” The blonde grows quiet at your words, but then snorts and gently squeezes one of your arms. Both of you are being rather bold, but with drowsiness clouding your mind, you can’t find it in yourself to care.

“No need to thank me. I’m only doing my job.”

“Still,” you shake your head as you yawn, eyes slowly closing. “No one’s ever cared for me much. I’ve always been on my own.”

Denki hums, slowly resting his head against yours. “Get some rest, Y/N. Now that you’re with us, we’re never leaving you a second alone.”

You smile, his words reassuring as you succumb to sleep. And for once in your life, you feel at peace, surrounded by a group of people that make you feel more at home than your family ever did. You don’t know what tomorrow holds for you, or how your life will branch out now that you’re on the run, but you’re certain it’ll be one hell of an adventure.

A/N: Please leave a REBLOG + COMMENT if you enjoyed! <3