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“Shota!” She squealed, throwing herself into his arms. Like muscle memory, his arms wrapped themselves around Y/N’s waist and his nose buried itself in her neck, taking in her signature chemical scent of ink. 

“Good morning, Inky,” Shota said, his words muffled against her neck. Y/N smiled at the nickname, pulling a faint one from him.

Her quirk was ink manipulation, ink beasts creation, to be specific. She could create animals out of any liquid ink. She often created bunnies to play with but with the work-studies, she had been experimenting with more useful animals. 

Y/N was an emotional person, with glee being her default state. With her quirk, that was the optimal state. Her emotions directly affected her creations. Fear made them unstable, anger made them aggressive, sadness weakened them. Anger was what brought the two of them together however.

Hizashi had been the one to find you spiraling with your ink wolves. It looked like a tantrum at first, but the wolves were reacting as a direct response to your state. They were vicious beasts that no one wanted to get near. Shota was called in by the teachers to stop her. When the wolves dissolved, all that remained was a crying, aching girl with more rage than grief left inside her.

Y/N had gotten into an argument with another girl over something minor. The girl, wanting to be brutal, mentioned Y/N’s mother who had died six weeks prior, hence the wolves, the crying, the aggression.

One of the teachers helped her out of the room, and Shota followed along, trying with all his might to not blink. He sat with Y/N in the nurse’s office as she cried her eyes out. Shota could finally blink as she didn’t seem to pose a threat any longer. They sat there for two periods, most of which she spent crying. 

He got her chocolate bars, gummies and a cupcake. All of which she accepted, eating them still blubbering. Had it been any other person, they would’ve laughed at the silly sight of a tear-faced girl with her mouth stained with chocolate as she gulped down a cupcake. 

The tears ran out and the pair walked in silence to her class. 

After that, she kept at his side. They were a grade apart but she stuck to his side whenever she could. Hizashi and Oboro welcomed the girl with open arms. Her energy matched theirs perfectly, and the pair often joked about how they were a classic case of ‘opposites attract’ or how she was the sunshine to his gloom. They were right about both.

Y/N kissed him quickly before a teacher could see and reprimand them both. 

“We aren’t supposed to do that,” he said flatly, but Y/N could recognise that he was teasing. Even through the stoic demeanor, she could see the warmth he held for her.

“Yes we are. We’re a couple,” she retorted, with a smug smile.

“Still,” he said, finally letting a smile break out. She connected their lips once again, lingering longer than they should have.

“Hey hey hey, ya love birds!” Hizashi’s very loud voice boomed beside them. They were startled by the intrusion but laughed nonetheless at the boy’s antics.

Oboro appeared after him, also laughing at the scene before him. In moments like this, Shota took a minute to contemplate how lucky he was to have a group of people like them. It never ceased to surprise him that they chose to stay by his side, considering his asocial nature, but he was glad to have them.

They walked on the same path towards what they all expected to be glory. Hero work-studies were just the first step on the journey, and just like in their desired field of work, there were a lot of risks. But they wanted to be heroes, and the risk was worth the satisfaction that came with knowing they were helping people.

“I don’t particularly like it,” Y/N would complain from time to time. She wasn’t interested in being a hero, but because she wasn’t entirely sure what she wanted to do, she opted to try it out while she looked for other lines of work that better suited her quirk.

“We still need to do it,” Oboro said with his permanent smile, “Look at the bright side, you’re with us!” 

“That is the bright side,” she giggled. Shota and Hizashi walked behind them as they chatted away during their patrol. 

It was her first day and she was excited to have ended up with her boyfriend and friends. But, again, there were risks to the job that the monotony of the day made her forget. 

Shota held her tightly against his chest as she trembled. The seasoned heroes had stepped in to help them bring down the villain, but it was too late to not have casualties. Oboro was in the midst of the debris, his body still being searched for. 

Y/N couldn’t think. Heavy tears rolled down her face, her mouth was still open in shock, and eyes still wide with terror. The three of them cried, still shaken from the events that took their friend. 

The funeral was as somber as any. Made worse by the lack of body to say goodbye to. Shota had a nagging feeling he was alive but Y/N believed it was him not being able to accept the loss. 

The grief didn’t disappear with time, but the pain did dull. The surviving three remained close throughout the years. Shota and Hizashi became teachers and Y/N became a children’s author. Y/N and Shota got married and had a son that they named after their late friend. The wound had become a scar and they lived their lives as normal. 

Finding out that their friend was, indeed, alive, only to lose him again was another blow that none of them needed. After the war, they had to force themselves out of mourning and back into a routine as they were also needed in the efforts of reconstruction. 

As they sat at the UA graduation ceremony, Y/N looked at Shota’s students with immense pride, and a hint of nostalgia. Little Oboro was lucky to have such formidable heroes as role models. Their friend Oboro would’ve loved each and every one of them, just as she and Shota did. 

It pained her that they had to bear such heavy crosses at such young ages but she was glad that they didn’t meet the same fate as Oboro. They had already become heroes in the eyes of the world, and they had the privilege of seeing the fruits of their deeds.

“You are the most perfect thing, baby,” he breathed out, looking up at Y/N. Small dark purple bruises littered her neck and chest. He watched with his mouth watering as her breasts bounced near his face.

Enjin pulled down and took her right nipple into his mouth, biting down on it before sucking. Y/N’s hand flew to his hair, gasping as she pulled on it. He smacked her ass, chuckling against her breast.

“I’m so close,” she moaned, trying to move faster but Enjin could tell she was growing tired. 

Deciding she’d had enough, he wrapped an arm around her waist and flipped her onto her back, picking up the pace of his thrusts. Her legs rested against his tattooed chest. Though the sight was familiar, it never ceased to arouse her even more.

They were drunk with each other. High, even. 

The noise in the room wasn’t confined to it. It never was but they didn’t care. It could go on for hours depending on their mood, the day or even their appetite for each other.

They valued each other above everything else, coming before even their jinkis. In a world of scarcity and waste, they were blessed enough to have found something as valuable as their love.

Each time they pushed each other to their climax felt better than the last. The intoxication they brought upon each other was addictive. It was the only thing that was wholly their own. Nothing that had to be bought or repurposed from trash. It was what they had created.

They often laid in complete silence afterwards. The rest of the building was always relieved when there wasn’t a second or third round. 

Y/N’s head rested on his arm as he smoked a cigarette. Her fingers traced his tattoos as though it was her first time seeing them. The room was warmer than what they preferred, so they cracked a window open and laid completely uncovered in their bed.

“We should get married,” Y/N said absentmindedly.

“We will,” Enjin responded as though it was a given. She smiled shyly as Enjin turned to look at her face. He adored her smile. 

And to think that she fell from the sky to him. Literally. It was years ago, when she was exiled from the Sphere. She had always been a fighter, but Enjin and Gris were surprised when they found Spherite fighting off a couple of small trash beasts with relative ease. Her cane made for a useful weapon.

They fell for each other almost instantly. Y/N was kind, even for a Spherite. She was intelligent, strong and had a great work-ethic. She fit right in with the gang. And it didn’t hurt that she was hot with an ass out of this world.

“We could ask Delmon for flowers for a bouquet,” she continued, her mind wandering away into her imagination, “August could make a wicked dress and suit for us.”

“As long as you don’t want that formal white dress and black suit bullshit, then sure,” he snorted.

“That wouldn’t be us, would it?”

“It would be you. Right, Spherite?” he teased.

“I haven’t been that in a while. Not even when I was up there,” she said, her tone saddening. Enjin’s smile dropped.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he said, feeling a twinge of guilt.

“No!” Her eyes widened at his expression. “I don’t mean it in a bad way. I just meant… It was hell up there for me. I love being here, I love being with you.” She pecked his lips, hoping to soothe him.

“I doubt the Ground is that much better,” he joked.

“It’s heaven down here,” she smiled. She kissed him again, taking in the taste of tobacco on his tongue. Y/N wasn’t particularly fond of it but it was one of the flaws she was willing to overlook. 

“Back to the wedding,” she said as soon as they separated, pulling a cackle from Enjin.

“Ah, our big day is probably going to be the biggest event the HQ has ever seen,” he grinned.

“Oh, it will!” she said excitedly.

Y/N went on rambling about their hypothetical wedding. Enjin hadn’t even proposed to her yet but they — and everyone around them — knew it was a matter of when, not if. They were made for each other. Hell, she fell from the sky straight down to him. 

Enjin watched peacefully as she went on and on. He took note of every wish she expressed, swearing to himself that he’d scour every corner of the Ground to find everything she wanted. Everything she needed to have her heaven down here.

“I love you,” he said, interrupting her rant.

She smiled, “I love you too.”

Lust arose in his eyes and her eyes darkened at the sight. Enjin turned onto Y/N, and just as he was about to connect their lips to initiate the second round, a knock on the door stopped him.

“Dinner’s ready, you two nasties,” Gris’ voice rang from the other side, making them laugh.

“After dinner?” Y/N asked.

Y/N’s serving girls coughed from behind her, unable to withstand the harshness of the polluted air, a stark and unwelcome difference from the pure, light air in Solmara. She also felt her throat itch but she fought the cough back so as to not alarm the head of their new house. The grotesquely large man seemed irritated enough. 

“Feyd- Rautha is one of our best — if not, the best — fighter in Geidi Prime. He’s a highly skilled warrior,” Baron Vladimir Harkonnen spoke from beside her. The rasp in his voice sent chills down Y/N’s spine. 

She smiled from beneath her veil, “So I’ve heard. I’m looking forward to witnessing it.” She wasn’t. At all. She despised violence, which made her father’s betrayal all the more grievous. 

The crowd cheered as Feyd entered the vast arena. He held an arm up with his blade in hand, as he looked around at the crowd who seemed to revere him. Y/N could barely see the face from where she sat, not that she was interested in it but she figured he looked smug.

She raised a brow as three men stumbled onto the arena.  Her husband seemed to have a taste for extravagant performances of his skills. Y/N wondered how skillful he could be if his opponents needed to be debilitated in order to fight him, but alas, she was keen on keeping her tongue, so she never uttered those thoughts aloud.

Feyd easily cut down two of them. It was dull to say the least but Y/N’s interest piqued when one of the men seemed lucid and capable. She reached for her binoculars, placing them at her eyes from below her veil. She noticed the Baron glance sideways at her but thought nothing of it. 

The sight cleared and she could see the surprise on his face. The fight was quite entertaining. A part of her hoped the rogue man would slay her husband down and she could go home with her father, but as fate would have it, he didn’t. The pride on Feyd-Rautha’s face was disgusting. Y/N clenched her jaw as she softly clapped for him. 

Dinner was a tense affair. The food was too bland, the drinks were too strong. The Harkonnen puppets sang their praises to Feyd and his abilities. Y/N couldn’t deny that the young man was, indeed, skillful.

A nudge to her side by her father prompted her to speak up. “You are quite the fighter, my dear husband. Just as the tales told.”

“Thank you, dear wife,” he said in a raspy voice similar to his uncles. 

“I trust such a match will bear strong heirs,” one of the Harkonnen men said approvingly.

“I trust so,” Y/N responded with a smile bordering on sultry that could easily be mistaken for smug.

The Solmaras ate the Harkonnen food with polite smiles and compliments. In reality, each chew was a struggle and each swallow was torture. Y/N knew she’d miss the legumes, grains and fruits the most. These were sickly people who ate sickly meals for what she deemed was barely nourishment.

Feyd studied Y/N's tension in her neck every time she swallowed. He took note of the slight cringe and hesitance whenever she brought the fork with the barely cooked red meat to her lips. 

The naked eye would miss the little hints of her discomfort. She was good at masking, something Feyd wasn’t particularly fond of. Her father, on the other hand, Duke Naharos was not as talented as his daughter. The man was the opposite of his uncle, very close to the Duke Atreides that his family despised. Anyone could see that a match with the Atreides would look better, yet here they sat, with a match that was more powerful.

The newlywed couple was supposed to sit beside one another but Y/N of House Naharos insisted on sitting next to her family, as they were leaving soon. 

The newlywed couple hadn’t even consummated their union as Y/N wanted to spend more time at her mother’s side, even sleeping with her as she wasn’t sure when the next time they’d see each other would be. Y/N suspected never, especially under Feyd-Rautha’s thumb that was oddly similar to his uncle’s.

It irked him, her aversion to him. He wanted to touch her properly, inhale her scent of sea salt and sweet fruits, similar to those her family had brought as a gift. Her hair cascaded down her back with gold jewelry adorning it. From the few days they had been here, he noticed she wore rich-coloured light fabric dresses. Something that would have to change with her last name.

Y/N could feel Feyd’s eyes on her. She always felt uneasy under his unwavering gaze, like a prey awaiting her predator. She did her best to keep her distance, but tonight was the end of it.

Her mother’s hands cradled her face. Tears rolled down her face as she begged her mother to not make her go with him. They were in a secluded enough corner with her ladies surrounding them as thought to hide the sight of the panicking woman from the peering eyes of the dark house.

“You have to, my love,” Y/N’s mother said. “Remember what the Bene Gesserit taught you and give him a son immediately.’

“They hate them here,” she hissed back. 

“Yes, but they still respect them. You were trained by them, you know exactly what to do.”

She composed herself with her mother’s help. She appeared stoic as she walked towards her awaiting husband. Not even the cool air of the black corridors brought goosebumps to her skin.

They walked in silence through the halls. Their thoughts sat at the tip of their tongues but they didn’t dare let them out. When they reached their marital room, she took a deep breath. A quick moment where her restraint slipped was all Feyd needed.

Y/N stared at the large black bed with apathy. It was as though she wasn’t there. Feyd eyed her knowingly, a smirk growing on his lips as he exposed his blackened teeth to his wife.

“What a meaty, warm beauty you are,” he whispered, “hidden under those veils of yours”. He lifted a hand and slowly brought it to her cheek, feeling the fullness of it. Very different from the cold, bony ones of his pets.

“An odd compliment,” She remarked unflinchingly. Her eyes met his, staring bravely into the dark orbs. Feyd felt a stirring in his groin. Her sudden defiance, different from the past days of avoidance, aroused him.

“A compliment nonetheless,” he responded.

His hand slowly trailed from her cheek to her neck, feeling her pulse. It went further down to her exposed cleavage. 

“Will you take it off or ogle like a prepubescent boy?” Y/N asked. She played the part well. It excited him.

“I’m no boy,” he smirked, eyeing her with a hunger in his eyes that she was unfamiliar with. He leaned into her, inhaling deeply.

“You smell sweet. Nothing like my little pets,” he said.

“What pets do you usually keep to compare them to me?” Y/N asked.

“Pets that were once like you.”

It took tremendous effort to not show confusion, surprise or worst of all, fear. But the small gulp gave it all away.

Feyd’s nose caressed the side of her neck for a bit until his lips replaced it. His tongue slipped past them and onto her skin. He could feel her pulse pumping against it. 

Y/N’s breath remained the same. An air of nonchalance that only fueled him. His tongue travelled up the side of her neck to her ear, where he firmly bit it, pulling a gasp from her. 

Little did he know that a warmth grew at the pit of her stomach. The Bene Gesserit teachings slipped from her. She hadn’t been the best student or stayed with them long enough to be fully indoctrinated, but being put in the field revealed her shortcomings.

Y/N was too emotional and her body told every secret she kept, as told by her superiors. She hid it well from the Harkonnen. Her cringe, her eye rolls, her clenched fists were only timed perfectly to miss their watchful gazes. Yet, she let herself crumble.

“There it is,” Feyd rasped, smirking against her ear.

Y/N could feel her fearless, unmoved composure slipping as she slowly succumbed to the uncertainty and desire of what he’d do next to her to get a reaction. 

“Nothing else to say then?” he teased.

“You seem to have more than enough words for both of us,” she answered.

“I want you to have all the words,” Feyd growled against her ear.

“I figured men like you would rather render a woman speechless,” she shot back.

“Not you.”

As though he had been holding in desperation, his hands took a hold of the back of her dress and ripped it. She gasped at the aggression, unable to suppress it as he took her by surprise.

“I liked that dress,” she said as Feyd pulled the dress off her body leaving her completely exposed, in only her underwear. She sounded confident — cheeky even.  

Feyd watched as her chest picked up pace, yet her face still showed no emotion. Her body reacted more. 

Her breasts sat beautifully, her nipples begging for attention. He thought perhaps biting them would do the trick. His fingers caressed them instead, however. His gaze fell to her underwear and soon his hand followed. “This is want I want.” Not wanting to wait any longer, he slipped his cold hand in. 

She sharply inhaled as his fingers reached her clit. His other hand wrapped itself around her throat, applying light pressure as he lightly rubbed her. Her jaw slacked ever so slightly, but she kept her eyes firmly on his.

Desire simmered in her. It quietly smothered the dread that had consumed her minutes ago, yet it also cleared her mind. She could study him, learn as much as she could about her husband, just as she knew he wanted from her.

Feyd’s own breath quickened as though he was the one on the receiving end of the stimulation. Her eyes on him were electrifying. He leaned his lips closer to hers, barely touching them. The scent of Harkonnen spirits lingered on her breath. She could no longer hold herself as Feyd guided her towards her climax. 

She whimpered more than she moaned, struggling to keep her eyes open as Feyd’s grip on her throat tightened. He rubbed faster, and applied more pressure. It was almost as though he was on the verge with her. A low moan escaped her lips as her eyes squeezed shut, depriving him of the sight he wanted most. Her small hands wrapped around his wrist as she climaxed against his fingers.

“You aren’t as good as those witches it seems,” he said as he pressed his lips against hers and felt her breath mingle with his.

“I’m not one of them,” she gasped out.

“Yes, you are.”

“If I was, your hand wouldn’t be on my throat and I wouldn’t be at your mercy,” She opened her eyes and looked hazily into his.

“Yes, you would,” he retorted, “that’s how you work.”

“If I was, then you should be glad to have such a force at your side.”

“Except you’re only loyal to your own,” he said before enveloping Y/N into a deep kiss. “However, you will give me a son either way. That’s all I care about.”

“Then put your seed in me and let me give you a son.”

Feyd took his wife’s word as a command. He picked her up and placed her on the cold bed with an uncharacteristic gentleness. He stripped off his clothes, slowly as though putting on a performance for his woman. Y/N’s legs were open, bearing herself to him, the wetness glistening  before him.

Her eyes studied each muscle, slowly taking in each detail of his Adonis-like figure. He was well adorned as well. 

“You have a look of greed in your eyes,” he grinned, climbing onto the bed and placing himself between her inviting legs.

“Is it greed if it’s already mine?” She cocked her head.

“Who said I’m yours?” Feyd leaned down onto her. His chest resting against hers.

“Soon enough I’m sure you’ll say it,” she whispered before leaning up to join their lips.

She opened her legs further, feeling his shaft rest against her core. Reaching down between their bodies, she took a hold of him and guided it to her entrance. A bold move in the middle of their little struggle for dominance.

“The scared little kitten is getting braver,” he teased against her lips, still intoxicated by her.

“Who said I was scared?”

“You’re not a good pretender, or a good witch.”

He pushed past her entrance, into her. She gasped at the gentle intrusion, letting her head fall back. He thrusted slowly and gently into her.

Her body heated up as his rhythm changed to hard, slow thrusts. Each one going deep into her, tickling her cervix.  Her nails left scratch marks on his pale back, the sting, urging him to go harder and deeper. 

Sweat rolled off both of their bodies, mixing with each other. Feyd pondered if he could somehow make it their blood. Turning to her neck, he dived into the crevice and bit firmly, drawing the blood he so desired to see.

She yelped in pain as he licked the blood he drew out from the bite. She gasped as her heart began racing, as the pain unexpectedly pushed a bubbling pressure at the pit of her gut. 

Feyd indulged in the metallic taste of her sweet, rich blood. It was nothing like the chemical filled blood of his pets and their meals. It was pure, perfect. 

Wanting to return the favour, she pressed her nails firmly into his back, drawing out a hiss from him. She smirked, feeling the wetness at her fingertips.

Feyd, fueled with want, thrust faster into her. Almost brutally in a disgustingly, fiercely possessive manner. He pushed her over the edge, his eyes taking in every detail of the pleasure and pain he inflicted on her from her features.

He spilled into her womb with a growl of satisfaction. His dominance asserted upon her and his claim over her body. Blood and sweat mingled, their scent tainting further the already impure air.

“You’re mine now,” she said, gently caressing Feyd’s soft head as he laid on top of her.

“No. You are mine.”

As he was as firm as the metals they mined in Geidi Prime, she was as unmoving as the roots of the trees that grew deep in the soil of Solmara. 

You wanted a peaceful life away from curses, just like Kento. Instead, you were dragged back into a world of monsters and bloodshed, just as he had been.  

There was no doubt in your mind that had you been stronger and colder, you wouldn’t be here. You could’ve just completely cut contact with your friends and disappeared, moved to a different country, changed your contacts and never looked back. But you didn’t. There was too much love in your heart for them for you to do such a thing. Love truly was the greatest curse, so you just distanced yourself enough to see them from afar every now and then.

Now you found yourself fighting for your life once more, and not only that, the lives of thousands, maybe even millions. 

The kids, Megumi and Yuji, found you one night as you arrived home from another long and tiring day of work. You were caught by surprise but allowed them in, offered them some tea and sat down. 

The somber expressions they carried told you to brace yourself. The scars and bruises they bore told you to prepare to fight. The words they spoke, however, told a tale you never thought would be reality. 

Your eyes widened when they said “Geto was killed by Gojo.”

Your body stiffened at, “Nanami died in Shibuya”.

Your heart seemed to stop at, “Gojo is sealed in the Prison Realm”.

Then came the words that left you completely numb:

"Yaga was killed."

Your fight-or-flight instinct was screaming that it was time to fight, and that was how you ended up in this Culling Games struggling to catch your breath with a sore body after a grueling fight against none other than Hiromi Higuruma, the very man you had been searching for. 

You were a lawyer, just like him and you worked at the same firm for a while before you left for a better offer. For a while you had something meaningful, one whose flame was smothered by life. Or at least that was how he made it seem. 

You hadn’t seen Higuruma in a year, but apparently that wasn’t long enough for your feelings to stay buried at the sight of him in the bathtub. A familiar sight as you had caught him once or twice fully clothed in a tub filled with cold water after a mentally and emotionally draining day.

It was a shock watching him use his technique and fight against you two. The shared past meant nothing to him as he was intent on bringing poor Yuji to justice. 

Justice had been served, and the verdict was innocent. Yuji seemed quite shaken by the fight as well, mostly the “crimes” read to him. The Shibuya Incident. Your heart ached for him. So young and gentle, being roughened by the cruel world of curses. You were reminded why you tried to leave it behind.

“So will you help us or not?” you asked, finally being able to breathe properly.

“I will,” Higuruma responded. His tone was quite nonchalant, which complimented his baritone voice.

Yuji’s eyes widened, “Thank you! Thank you so much!”

“We should get moving then and find Megumi.”

As he and Yuji spoke, you took the opportunity to analyse the man that almost killed two incredibly strong sorcerers with an astonishing technique and impressive domain. 

He was still tired looking. Tall and handsome, but there was a perpetual air of exhaustion that marred his demeanor. It didn’t take you long to reach the conclusion that he had likely just gotten stuck in these games when the borders got formed, but he had done exceptionally well for himself, but you were still curious as to how you didn’t know he was a sorcerer.

You wondered if it was just another secret he kept from you. You felt hypocritical, feeling upset that he didn’t tell you something you didn’t tell him either.

“Which school did you go to?” You asked  as you continued to curiously eye him.

“What do you mean?” 

“Which sorcerer school did you go to? I feel like I would’ve heard of you with what you’re able to do,” you clarified.

“I didn’t go to any sorcerer school,” he responded, “I didn’t even know I was one until the borders came down.”

Your eyes widened. “You mean you just learned all that? That’s all very advanced! Not many people are able to create a domain, much less perfect it to that extent so quickly.” 

“Hm…” was all he said. 

“You seem like you bring people to justice quite well,” you remarked, trying to ease the tense air.

“Only in here,” he said.

His curt answers made his intentions clear but you refused to read the room and give him the silence he wanted. His stoicism was something you were used to but the coldness wasn’t. It hurt you just as it did the day he decided to leave you.

“It's strange running into you here of all places,” you continued, despite the dull ache throbbing from within.

“I agree.”

“Thank you for helping us,” you said.

“It's the least I can do,” he retorted.

“You should join us. We need someone as strong as you,” you offered.

“I’m not the man you think I am.”

“You seem like a good man. A just man. You always seemed like it to me.”

“You're a lawyer. You should know better than to judge people by their appearances,” he snorted.

“I judged you by your actions. Your technique is based on justice after all, isn’t it?” you questioned him. He stared at you for a quiet second that had you wondering what thoughts hid in his head.

“I’m a hypocrite. I’ve killed someone before and it was wrong of me to do so. I’m not worthy to be at your side in your endeavours,"

“You’ll come to see that in the world of curses, everyone will eventually have to take a life or two, or even more than that. It’s all about survival,” you said trying to comfort him. Hoping to convince him to join you. You had a higher chance at succeeding the next phases of your plan with him in tow. “Please join us.”

“I apologise but I ca—”

“See it as an opportunity to redeem yourself. That’s part of the reason I’m doing what I’m doing,” Yuji, who you had forgotten about, interjected.

“Redemption? But you’re innocent,” he stated.

“I don’t feel like it. I know it was Sukuna, but it was still my body. The blood was on my hands” Yuji said sadly, “I have to do what I can to redeem myself. And so can you.”

“Please,” you added. There was a hint of desperation in your tone. The slight frown that disappeared as quickly as it came showed that there still was something in him that cared enough about you to not show indifference towards you and your pain.

He felt guilty enough having roughed you up in his attempt to get to Yuji but you didn’t know that. 

“Fine, I’ll join you.”

You smiled softly. “Thank you.”

As you made your way on the road to look for Megumi, Yuji took the opportunity to explain the full extent of the situation at hand. His words sounded muffled as you continued to stare at Higuruma.

The unresolved issues between you had been pushed so far down that you had forgotten they existed until now. It wasn’t the time to think about them. It would likely never be the time to think or address them, and that turned into something to be angry about. 

It was exhausting to constantly move with that big and negative of an emotion but you didn’t have the time to feel sad. And anger was a decent enough fuel, even though it was also what depleted you.

Night fell and you found a place to rest. A day spent somewhat productively was a win. You winced holding your ribs as you laid down. Higuruma sat in front of you while Yuji laid beside you, getting knocked out immediately.

“I’m sorry,” he said, looking down at his hands.

“It’s alright. I understand,” you said.

You were in silence for a total of five minutes, when Higuruma spoke up again.

“Why didn’t you tell me about this?” he asked. You could tell he was dwelling on that question for a bit.

“It wasn’t relevant. I haven’t been in this world since I was a teen,” you answered. 

“Still…”

“It wasn’t relevant,” you repeated. “And it’s not like it would make you stay anyway. Why would it?”

“No but it would’ve been nice to know what you were dealing with,” he shot back.

“I wasn’t dealing with anything,” you rolled your eyes. “Like I said, I haven’t been in this for a while.”

“You were dealing with something. You were always dealing with something, you just refused to open up,” he almost hissed at you. Your brows scrunched at the aggressive tone.

“No, I wasn’t!”

“Then who’s Haibara? Every now and again you cry in your sleep about him and then never tell me why,” he shot back. “Now that I’m connecting the dots, I’m guessing that it was something related to this curse business.”

You closed your eyes as it began making sense to you that your relationship broke down because of how much you closed yourself off from him in that aspect. You pushed it down and then pushed him away without even noticing.

“He was my friend in school. He died on a mission that was miscalculated when we were teens,” you confessed. “I got away from all this because of that.”

“It still hurts you…” he said. “Had I known I wouldn’t have left.”

“Well, doesn't that make me feel so much better?” you said sarcastically.

“I’m sorry,” he apologised.

“No need. It’s been a while,” you muttered.

You thought of his words as you tried to quiet your mind down enough to sleep to no avail. As much as you’d jump at the opportunity to try something with him again, you knew better than to even consider it.

It was too unsafe. No matter how strong the both of you were, you were still a part of the dangerous web of curses and sorcerers. After so many losses, you weren’t willing to risk any more. That was the whole reason you were even here in the first place.

The two of you remained quiet as you swallowed the deeper, more painful words. You pushed down the tears, turning the sorrow into the fury that would drive you in every fight to come.

“Looks like we know what we’re doing this weekend,” he grinned. You rolled your eyes knowing exactly what he meant.

“Please no, I’m too old to be falling off bikes. Like I might actually die or something,” you groaned.

“First of all, you’re not even twenty-five yet, and second of all, that drink will kill you before a bike ever does,” he pointed at the can in your hand.

“Well, if I have to choose my poison then this is how I go,” you said, shaking your half-empty can, to which he chuckled.

“So Saturday at the park around 11? We can take some snacks and chill there too,” he offered.

“It’s not like you’d let me say no,” you responded.

“Ah, you’re learning.”

You and Garrett had been spending quite a bit of time together lately. You were growing used to his presence around you but just when you thought you were ready to move further with him, doubt crept in and shut you up.

You always hung around campus, your dorm or a third-space. Never his place because you still didn’t find it in yourself to face Dean without wanting the ground to open up and swallow you whole. You never told Garrett this but you figured he had connected the dots by now.

Your friend seemed to like Garrett as well, much to your relief. So much so that she had started talking about how cute of a couple you’d be. You couldn’t help feeling slightly irked at her change of tune. When you were all over Dean she never said things like this, and though your feelings for him had dwindled, you mourned not having this type of support when you wanted it most.

Resistance wasn’t really your forte, so the ‘just friends’ thing immediately turned into a ‘just friends with benefits’ thing. You weren’t proud of the lack of restraint you showed but you were literally just a girl in the world. What could you do? The man did say he had game where it mattered.

Saturday rolled around quick enough, but then again you were basically glued by the hips now so it wasn’t like you had to wait to see him.

You were surprised at how gentle and patient he was as a teacher. Especially with a chronic klutz as his student.

“Don’t let go, Garrett!” you squealed as you struggled to keep the bike upright. Garrett held onto the back of the seat and one of the handles, guiding you forward.

As silly as it looked, it was terrifying. Your palms were sweating and your heart pounding as though you were aboard a rollercoaster — another thing you hated but knew better than to tell Garrett.

“Don’t worry, I got you,” he laughed.

“Don’t laugh!”

“Okay, jeez, I’m sorry,” he said, now stifling his laughter.

It took you an hour to successfully ride the bike on your own and you couldn’t stop. Garrett stared at you and cheered you on as you giggled your way around him. You could see the hype around it. It felt so liberating, almost exhilarating but maybe that was your inner child speaking.

“There you go!” He cheered on.

When you finally decided to get off the bike, you both laid down on the blanket you had spread out with a few snacks and drinks. You munched on your chips as you chatted about nothing and everything. 

“You know, I’m really glad you’re a persistent person,” you said.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm…” you nodded.

You stared at each other. Both of you quietly absorbing what your words meant. Your eyes drifted to his lips, that looked more enticing than usual, but you turned away hoping he didn’t notice.

“Hey,” he called out.

You turned your head back to him, only to be caught by surprise by his lips on yours. They moved with a sensual slowness, not too deep or forceful, and with just the right amount of want in it.

When you separated, the air between you was calm. There was an ease that you’d never felt before, yet somehow felt familiar. You knew he felt it too as you smiled shyly at each other.

“That was nice,” you whispered, breaking the silence.

“It was,” he whispered back, leaning back in for another.

“Garrett! My man!” you pull apart startled by the familiar voice shouting out from a distance. Your eyes widened as you saw Dean and Beau making their way towards you as you sat up. 

“Sup guys?” Dean said as he stood over you. You were sure you looked as uncomfortable as you felt but he didn’t seem to mind.

“Uh, we’re good. What’re you guys doing here?” Garrett asked.

“Just passing by when we saw you guys and came to say hi,” Beau responded.

“Right.”

“Hey Y/N, long time no see,” Dean said casually. You couldn’t tell if he was mocking you or being genuine but his demeanor alluded to the latter.

“Yeah, how have you been?” You asked, hoping the tension you felt didn’t appear in your voice.

“All good around here,” he smiled. 

“Good.”

With your very abrupt answer, an awkward silence settled.

“And by the way, don’t forget that Tucker’s wants us all home for his dinner party today,” Dean snapped his fingers and pointed at Garrett.

“Oh shit! Yeah, thanks for reminding me, I actually forgot about that,” Garrett said with a slight cringe.

“Y/N, you should join us. Meet the rest of the guys and all,” Dean suggested.

“Um, I don’t think I’ll be able to —” You  began brewing up an excuse.

“Oh come on. It will be fun,” he insisted.

“She can’t, dude,” Garrett interjected. “Maybe next time.”

“Fine. But next time for sure though, okay?”

You pursed your lips and nodded.

“Cool, we’ll leave you lovebirds alone now then,” Dean teased before he and Beau left.

“Sorry about them,” Garrett apologised.

“It’s no issue really,” you shook your head.

“But the offer still stands, if you change your mind and want to come over. Tucker is probably the best cook on campus.”

“I’ll think about it,” you said with a smile, hoping it didn’t come out fake.

“That’s good enough for me.”

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“You should totally go,” your friend said. 

Your face was deep in your pillow as you tried to  drown out her voice.

“Come on, if not for yourself then for Garrett,” you felt her lay her head on your back. “He’s been amazing to you, and I think it would mean a lot to him if you went over and met his friends.’

“Fuck, you’re right,” you muttered miserably.

“Of course I am,” she snorted. “Now go get ready and let Garrett know you’re going.”

A snail could move faster than you with how you dragged yourself up. You texted Garrett letting him know that you’d show up and threw your phone to the side before he answered. You took a deep breath already regretting sending it but now you really had to commit.

You opted for a cute floral dress and kept your makeup to a minimum. It was silly how nervous you were to go, and though you recognised that you held all the tension and awkwardness, you couldn’t help but feel a bit icky at the fact that you’d be sitting at a table with two guys you’ve slept with and developed feelings for. May this be a lesson to add distance between your men.

It was weird how Garrett AND Dean didn’t seem to mind that you had slept with both of them. Multiple times at that. But you did appreciate that Garret was more than willing to overlook it, considering you were “seeing where things would go”.

You had been sitting in your car for ten minutes trying to calm your jittery stomach, when a knock on your window startled you. These damn men and knocking on your car, jeez. 

John Logan stood on the other side.

“Can I help you?” You asked as soon as you rolled down your window.

“Can I? You’ve been sitting here for some time now?” He chuckled.

“Shit, you guys noticed?” you panicked.

“Well yes, we’ve been waiting for you to come in for a while now.”

“Oh. Yeah, I just needed to, um… uh…yeah, anyway, let’s go in,” you stammered trying to think of an excuse before ultimately giving up.

Logan opened the door and helped you out . Not that it was needed but still a sweet gesture that you thanked him for. 

“So, Garrett’s girlfriend, huh? How’d you manage to lock him down?” Logan joked as you walked up the stairs.

“Oh no! We’re not dating,” you chuckled awkwardly.

“Ah, I see.”

You entered and were immediately fit with the warm delicious scent of the meal that was being cooked.

“Y/N! Hey!” Dean, who was sitting at the couch with Beau and another girl you didn’t recognise, yelled out. “I see you decided to join us.” 

He smiled brightly at you as your gaze flickered between him and the girl. Shocking yourself, you didn’t feel the jealousy you usually did whenever this happened but you still found the situation weird even if it seemed like it was only you feeling it. 

“Yeah, couldn’t miss out on a meal by the best cook on campus as I was told,” you responded with a meek smile.

“You are in for the dining experience of your life. There’s truly nothing like it,” he said with an exaggerated tone of adoration.

“Fuck you, man,” Tucker yelled from the kitchen.

“What? I’m literally complimenting your godlike skills in the kitchen.”

“I can’t deny that, actually,” Tucker shrugged. “Hey Y/N, how are you?”

“Hi Tucker, I’m good and you? This all smells amazing by the way,” you complimented, eyeing the dishes on the kitchen island.

“Thank you, thank you,” he bowed dramatically. “And I’m glad you were able to join us.”

“Thanks for having me.”

“Garrett is in his room by the way if you wanna go up and check up on him,” Tucker said, “Dinner will be ready in about ten.”

“Cool, I’ll go to him then,” you said, making your way to the stairs. “Which one is his room?”

“The one next to mine,” Dean answered. You cringed at the fact that you knew exactly where he meant. 

Tucker and Logan looked like they were ready to choke on their stifled laughs and Dean smiled “innocently” at you. Well, isn’t that helpful?

“Great, thanks.”

“No problem.”

You rolled your eyes and made your way to Garrett’s room. You knocked on his door and waited for the muffled “come in” to enter.

A wet Garrett stood by his dresser, picking out a t-shirt with a towel wrapped around his waist. He looked up at you and smiled instantly as you closed the door behind you.

“Y/N…” he said.

Your eyes roamed over his damp body as though you’d never seen it before. Looking glorious as ever.

“Hi,” you bit your lip.

“Enjoying the view?” he teased.

“Yep,” you responded bashfully to which he grinned.

You sat on his bed, taking in his bedroom. It was neater than what you expected from a college jock.

“I like your decor,” you mused.

“Of course you do. I have great taste,” he retorted.

“A very basic taste,” you backfired.

“Good taste nonetheless.”

“Aren’t you a cocky little thing,” you rolled your eyes.

“I am cocky but not a “little thing”. You know that,” he smirked, making his way to stand hovering you. Your face was near his groin, and you knew exactly where this was going.

“I’m not blowing you with your friends right downstairs,” you looked up at him.

“I never asked you to. Please they wouldn’t care,” he snickered, turning away from you and getting dressed.

“I think dinner should be ready by now,” you said.

“Yeah, we can go down now,” he said as he finished getting dressed. “And thanks for coming tonight. It means a lot to me.”

You smiled at him. He took your hand and you both went down stairs where everyone was already seated at the table. You and Garret took your seats, with you sitting in front of the only other girl. 

“I didn’t introduce myself, I’m Amy by the way,” the girl smiled at you.

“Y/N, nice to meet you,” you smiled back.

She seemed nice, and you were glad that you didn’t prematurely judge her as you would, had it been the “you” from three months ago.

“Here we are, my dear friends. Honey and orange roasted duck with creamy mashed potatoes and cucumber salad with dill.” he announced, proudly setting the last of the food dishes on the table.

“Oh my goodness, Tucker,” you awed, “this looks spectacular.”

“Right? I don’t remember the last time I had a homemade meal this elaborate,” Amy added.

“Feast away, my friends!”

There was no need to tell you twice as you all dug into the meal in front of you. It was truly mouth-watering but the cozy atmosphere was what really tied it all together.

Jokes and lighthearted teasing bounced around the table, funny stories being shared and laughter filling the room. You almost forgot that you didn’t want to come in the first place, and you definitely forgot the feeling of unease you carried in as you interacted with the people at the table as friends. Including Dean, who you would’ve once given your heart to.

With you and Amy being the only girls, you broke into girl chat on the side. The more you spoke to her the more you liked her. You noticed Dean glancing at her every now and again. He looked at her the same way Garrett looked at you. 

As soon as the thought rang in your head you looked to your side, to see Garrett also looking back at you. His hand rested on your thigh, softly caressing it.

‘All good?’ he mouthed. You nodded, smiling at him. You reached for his hand and squeezed it before turning back to Amy. 

The eating and chattering continued until you moved to the sofa with an apple pie for dessert and some beers and juices. Soon enough, time passed without you noticing, and by Garret’s invitation you decided to sleep over.

“That was really fun,” you whispered. The room was dark, you laid on Garrett’s chest wearing one of his t-shirts as he traced circles on your arm. Very much not “just friends” of you.

“It was,” he agreed.

“Thanks for inviting me.”

“Thanks for coming. Despite, you know…”

“I didn’t mind it as much as I thought I would actually. Barely even thought about it,” you confessed.

“That’s good.”

“Yeah, I was more focused on you instead,” you said, hoping he caught what you meant.

“Me?” You could hear the grin in his tone. You turned up your head to see his pearly whites smiling down at you.

“Yes, you.” You reached up to peck his lips, but Garrett being Garrett couldn’t leave it at that, and deepened the initially quick and innocent kiss. You didn’t mind it though.

You shifted so that you were partially on top of him. His hand trailed down your side, stopping on your lower stomach and he gently turned you over on your back. Moving further down to your core, he slipped his hand into your underwear and gently rubbed your clit before pushing two fingers past your wet entrance. 

You whimpered and whined as his fingers went in and out of you. You pressed your lips harder against his in an effort to muffle the noises you were desperate to make. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, thighs trembling and toes curled. He kept thrusting his fingers as you lost yourself in the high. You came down as he slowed and pulled his fingers out.

“You liked that?”

“Loved it,” you giggled.

You pushed onto his back and got between his legs, smiling seductively at him as you pulled down his boxers to reveal his hardening shaft. You bit your lip, firmly but slowly stroking him as you lowered your mouth to his tip. Your eyes glued to his hazy ones. Lust and desire swirling in them like a storm.

Your tongue caressed his tip, savouring the salty taste of it a bit before you sucked on it as you continued stroking him.Garret whimpered at the feeling, fighting the urge to close his eyes, not wanting to break eye contact.

You stopped moving your hands to take him further into your mouth and bobbed your head slowly, finding a rhythm. His hand made its way to the back of your head and he began to gently thrust his hips upwards. He went deeper and deeper until he reached the back of your throat and easily slid beyond.

“Fuck, I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of your mouth,” he moaned lowly, conscious of the people in the house. He had a way of stroking your ego. His praise went straight to your head as you put in more effort in your task. 

You felt yourself grow wetter and you squeezed your legs together for some relief. As his thrusts grew sloppier, he abruptly pulled you off of him leaving a string of saliva connecting his cock to your lips. The sight ensnared him. He held your face in his hand and let a thumb slide across your soft bottom lip.

He flipped you onto your back, positioning himself between your legs. He took a hold of his shaft and guided it towards your entrance. 

“Ah,” you moaned. 

He let his head fall into the nook of your neck and peppered it with kisses. He picked up the pace of his thrusts. Each one of them hitting the perfect spot. He whispered sweet praises in your each, each of them going down to your core. The familiar pressure had begun building up and as his movements grew sloppier. Soon you reached your climax with a moan announcing your arrival.

A few more uncoordinated thrusts and Garrett, too, groaned as came. You didn’t even care that you weren’t wearing any protection as you savoured the moment. He gently rolled himself off of you. The pair of you lay on your backs with the only sound in the room being your pants. 

Garrett pulled you back into his chest, holding you tight as you comfortably snuggled in. 

“What do you think about being boyfriend and girlfriend?” You asked shyly against his chest.

“Do you want to be boyfriend and girlfriend?”

You nodded weakly.

“I’d also like that,” he said.

You tried to suppress the bright grin fighting to break out as you snuggled closer into him.

He chuckled, tightening his grip, but still making sure it was comfortable.

“Okay then. Goodnight, boyfriend,” you said bashfully.

“Goodnight, girlfriend.”

Look at you, you thought, finally having a boyfriend. And a hot one at that!

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