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Wanderer, who's always lived a life of solitude, is no longer startled by the sudden jiggle of the door handle. If anything, he expected it.
You trudge through, groaning. Arms filled with scrolls, your bag filled with borrowed books slung over your shoulder. Being a scholar is not for the weak.
It's past midterms, but the classes and assignments are only getting harder. They're not even giving you guys a break! Since the start of term, Nahida had you move into this house... You don't know how the dendro archon knew of your situation, but she found you and helped regardless. Saying this would be a great opportunity for him to make friends.
If only you knew who he was. Because you were expecting some bum male who only lived through the academic books and had no other thought or care in the world besides that.
No
Not at all.
You get introduced to the most beautiful man you've ever seen. He's lean, built, but still he looks so gentle and elegant—if not for that sour, bitter personality of his—he'd be perfection. Well, he still is.
You throw your stuff down onto the couch parallel to his. Vahumana books askew on the table as he reads through parchments, acknowledging your presence with a hum.
You wouldn't even get this much attention a week ago. Going off to your room to change, you miss the way he glances up, disappointed. He pouts, grumbling to himself. He purposely left a space for you beside him—why? Why won't you just sit next to him?
wait
no
Why does he care?
,Well, it could be that when you first moved in, he was standoffish, but so were you. Minding your own business, focused on your studies and mental spiralings.
At first, it was normal. Simple greeting when you guys were in a shared space. Having meals at separate times. He'd hunt you down to remind you to do your chores and vice versa.
All very normal. Until he noticed that you were making him a coffee in the morning. Leaving him a portion of your homemade lunch. Brewing him a mug of tea alongside your own.
Two months in, you would engage in conversation with him. Ask for his opinion on trivial things. Spend more of your time with him. He didn't get it. However, he also paid no mind to it.
Or to tried at least.
By the fifth month he's gotten comfortable with your attitude. Entertaining your banter. Bickering back and forth. The two of you would go grocery shopping together these days. Cook meals together and even study together!
You know, everything's sunshine and rainbows until the storm hits.
During the sixth month. Weeks before the midterm tests.
He'd heard you sobbing. At first, he found it funny. "This mortal can't even handle an exam? Weak," he muttered to himself, distaste lingered on his tongue. He approached your room to tell you to keep it the fuck down.
He was also having midterms, and he's keeping it together, so should you.
But his fist hung in the air. Your cries were far too guttural for that. It sounded like a wounded animal weeping and gasping for air. Not the usual whine and cry with elephant tears dressing an overwhelmed someone's face. It felt deeply wounded and personal.
Wanderer wanted to help. He did. But he didn't know how to. By the next morning you looked fine and dandy as ever, making one too many self-depricating jokes that only confirm his suspicion that something's not right.
It had been weeks since he heard you cry. It still haunts him. A part of him feels distaste, another feels guilt and longing. He wants to help, and you know that. He's looked at you with a concerned crease in his brows.
This is awkward...
Wanderer doesn't understand what he's feeling. But this joy reignites when you come out of your room, change into comfortable home clothing, wear his t-shirt, and B-line it towards the space beside him.
Plopping down, your eyes scan through his books on the table. Glancing over at your own bag, you know you should get up. Reach over and continue reading through that book you started in the House of Daena.
But your body sinks deeper into the sofa. His scent engulfs you with this tingly warmth. Wanderer looks like someone who gives good hugs. You even joked about it to him once, and he only laughed it off.
He glanced over his parchment to see your eyes droop. You yawn. He sighs.
"Hey, you're clearly tired. No need to push yourself." He soothes. His fingers trail down your arm, leaving butterflies in their wake.
You turn to face him. Aware of the blush that decorates your cheeks, they're burning. But you're too tired to move away or hide. Instead, you lean into his touch.
Wanderer grabs your arm and pulls you in. He sits you on his lap, head in the crook of his neck, as your hands wrap around him like second nature.
"There." He wraps one hand around your lower back, caressing and patting you. His other hand is occupied by that parchment.
He may not be able to comfort you with words, but perhaps all was said through this embrace.
The bonfire crackles near you as you sit and watch. He had vehemently told you yesterday, at his office, not to venture into Dragonspine alone.
But you still did, of course you did. You missed your bestfriend. If you could call him that. There was never a label put on this relationship. He just existed, doing alchemy with Sucrose and Timeaus. You would often sit around their discussions and listen, not fully grasping the subject. Then Sucrose would sit down and explain it to you, proving her extensive understanding on the subject evident.
You watch him scribble on his board and decided this is the best time to ask. "Why do you have me around your alchemy discussions?"
He glances up. "You help Sucrose understand the material a lot better than I can. Also, because she needs a friend." The ever logcial Albedo. So caring of others, it bothered you.
Were you any special to him? He's always so caring. You've seen him drape a blanket over tired Sucrose's shoulders as she was asleep at her desk. Watched him prepare coffee for the three of them. He would often draw with Klee, teach her art. And with the new addition of Durin he cares for him like he would the others, like family.
But he doesn't give you that treatment.
He just stares at you. Never asks you to leave or stay, never starts conversation. He's ways busy with work. He'll gladly answer your questions, but they're all in this scientific, matter of fact tone. He's got his head in a book, not between your legs. Fingers wrapped around some other vial—and not your throat—swirling around the dark liquid. They makw his eyes glint with curiosity.
Why don't you have that same effect on him?
So, you do what you can. Bask in his presence, as long as he doesn't kick you out. But sooner or later your eye lids feel heavy and the fire feels so warm against this ever frost mountain. You doze off.
Albedo glances over, amused at the fact that you're sleeping. He did promuse to take you back home, but this finding occupied his mind...that's a lie.
He'd be lying if he said that. He's been observing you ever since he's met you. You freak him out.
Albedo is aware of your attraction towards him. He's been told long before you yourself realised you liked him. Curtosy Sucrose, Lisa and Kaeya. They're all on good terms with you, listen to your endless rambles and off-handedly drop nuggets of information to him.
A homunculous doesn't feel romantic. He shouldn't get these feelings was his first hypothesis. Yes, you have now sparked a new question, which became research for him.
Ask anyone else and they'll tell you just how differently he treats you. He walks iver to your sleeping form and drapes his coat over your shoulders, smiling.
It reminds him of when he was with Keaya in the office. The Captain without cavalry kept pushing Albedo to confess. "I've noticed, dear Chief Alchemist, that your voice softens around her. Why is that?"
"I don't understand your question." Albedo deadpans, continuing his report.
"Oh, c'mon~ like how your tone softens when you speak with Klee or Durin, but with her it sounds kinder? A little more affectionate." Keaya continues, walking in circles before the blond who's puzzled.
"I do? Strange..."
But before Albedo could ask for more information Keaya wished him good luck and skedaddled out of the headquarters.
A few weeks later, when he was with Klee at Windrise he subconciously began drawing. Sketching whatever came to mind as he and her sat side by side. She with her coloured crayons and he with his charcoal sticks.
"She's pretty!" Klee's enthusiastic comment snapped him out of his daydreams. Before long, he got his concious back together and realised it is you he had drawn. With scary percision. When did his hands have a mind of their own?
This worried Albedo. And it showed. Weeks after that he looked shit. He usually never got eyebags, excpet now? It seemed like something was keeping him up.
The prince wasn't getting his beauty sleep.
Sucrose and Timeaus asked about it, but Albedo never really gave them an answer. He didn't need to. Frankly everyone around you two figured it out. It doesn't take a genuis to notice how he seems alive everytime you're near him. Its as if he can't let go of you, not that you intend to leave either.
The two of you have oddly been coexisting. No one had the heart to say it out loud. It was adorable, strangely enough. Seeing Albedo fall in love. Something probably unfamilliar to him.
And as someone who hates mysteries, he's going to do his best and figure it out. Which is why he sits beside your sleeping form filling out another sketchbook.
The subject?
You.
It has been you for the past 6 sketchbooks which all have 100 pages. Capturing your expressions, poses, idle everyday life movements, in all forms, everything about you. He's drawn you without your knowledge many times...
Albedo doesn't understand this feeling and he will research into this. Into you. He doesn't love you. He can't. He wasn't made for that, was he? You're driving him mad and the worst part?
After returning from a tiring day, you push open the oak doors to home. Technically, his home, but he says its only become a home since after you moved in.
You work a simple job, compared to him. Just an everyday person who should terrified of the 11th Harbinger. The Fatui spread their reign across the nation of love, their own homeland.
It's rare they're ever home. Even when he is, you would encourage him to visit his family, not you.
Which is why you sit alobe before the fire place of this house of yours. He had recebtly finisbed the paperwork to put the house as your property, not his. You take this as a form of his love. Giving you a lavish place to stay. Without him. He's still in Liyue on a mission. Lasting an indeffinite time.
The warmth of the fireplace reminds you of him, his scent still lingers within the house. His stuff is still here in every room. Forcing you to never forget him.
You begin to doze off, embracing the throw blanket which warms the sofa. His scent is faint on this.
The keyhole clinks and the handle rattles open. He quietly walks in, already put off by the silence and most lights being turned off. It is too early in the evening for you to be asleep. He assumes you must be out and about, with a friend most probably. "If it's a guy I'll kill him—" Tartaglia's thoughts are soon silenced by your sleeping figure before the smoldering fireplace.
This overwhelming warmth fills his stomach. His body feels disarmed, weak. How he feels after using foul legacy for days. But he hasn't? So why? Why do you still have such a hold over him? You're not even awake!
Guilt washes over him. It saddens him, really. There you lay on the sofa, as if you were waiting for him, instead of your bed. While he has tried to avoid you. He's not cheating, you guys aren't even in a relationship! It is complicated...
He walks over and takes his grey jacket off, draping it over your body. Leaving his red scarf in your hands as he runs to take a quick shower. He feels like a dick for running away, why? Because he doesn't feel good enough for you? But you still love him? Even after all this?
Do you even love him?
Your dreams are interrupted by the sound of running water, soon being shut off. Started, you shoot up from the sofa, only to feel your body be weighed down by something. Glancing down to see...his jacket? and scarf? What is he doing here—"AJAX!" You yell out into the house.
Hurried footsteps approach you. There he stands in the middle of your hallway, water still dripping of his bare abdomen—his chiseled abs—with a towel wraped around his waist. Hair still sticking to his forhead. He just got out the shower.
You don't know why a tear slips from the corner of your eye. He runs closer, worried. "Princess, what's wrong? You worried me!" He laughs, wiping your tear with his thumb. Leaving a kiss in its wake.
You meekly mumble. "Missed you." Which takes over Tartaglia's entire heart. He cups your face wirh both hands to peck your face with many kisses like a chicken.
Clothes drop to the ground. You both look down in shock, confused.
His towel fell down.
You watch him burn into a shade of red you've rarely seen. Throwing yourself onto the otherside of the sofa, bursting out in laughter as he blushes.
The Amurta Sage sends you on a forced vacation to Ghandhara Ville because your research was very impressive, but you know the main reason why. He wants you to get along with his best student ever, Tighnari, your rival. What happens when you eat an aphrodisiac mushroom—for research purposes!—and he's in rut?
《Pairing: Tighnari x Reader 》
《Word count: 3k 》
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟
You and Tighnari were never close.
Not emotionally, never. I mean, why would you be close with your rival? The man who randomly decided one morning that he was going to counter your thesis, leading to a month of back-and-forth arguments of better research.
It got to a point where the Amurta Sage, Naphis, had to get involved. He reassured that your research was subpar and that Tighnari further instigating you was to unbridle this potential.
Months of your life was spent on this bickering only for the grand sage himself telling you it was a ploy???
Of course you'd be mad! You made yourself out to be this passionate fool—although a very smart one at that—going after the Sage's best student!
So, that's how you're in this situation. Sent on a one week vacation to Ghandhara Ville. Make peace with yourself and the Chief Officer Ranger.
The first day you got there you were stuck in your room all day, dragged out by Collei to go patrol nearby areas.
"Hey! Collei! Let's go this way, there's a type of plant I want to see." You begin walking towards your chosen direction. Glancing back at the hesitent Colliflower.
"Uh, well Master Tighnari said that that's not a part of the patrol area. And he has been inna sour mood lately...best not to anger him." You smile at the nervous girl. She's right, best not to get on his bad side.
So you walk back with her. Getting along with the Rangers wasn't hard. By night fall, when they all went to sleep you snuck out.
Yeah, sure Collei shouldn't get on his bad side, but you've kinda been marinating there for quite sometime. Not that it would matter.
The Chief Ranger is often hounded by paperwork and ill patients. A very busy man.
As you make your way towards Lokapala Jungle, you ponder like the smart person you are. It is the heat of spring, when the nights are cool, and the flowers bloom with vigor. So, why is Mister Tighnari in a sour mood?
From what Collei had told you, he's been like this since the start of your arrival. But, given how level headed he is most of the time, being bitter towards a rival isn't his thing. The Chief Ranger you knew had an air of class and understanding to him. It is the first week of spring, late in the evening your stomach grumbles.
During your late night walk, the leaves rustle lots and branches snap, you stumble upon your joy. A mushroom. The unfamilliar one you've been researching that only sprouts up near ley lines.
What better way is there to test its abilities?
You pluck one up and bite into it.
Just as your relishing the mushroom's delicious aftertaste, your body starts feeling a little too hot. An green arrow shoots and pins the mushroom far from your hand. A few cm off course and it would've been you who's pinned to the tree like a dart.
"You ate the mushroom, didn't you." He heaves a heavy sigh, maintaining his distance.
"Why so out of breath? Usually, you'd be in my neck, telling me all my faults." You retort. The last thing you wanted was this man coming to scold you about your research methods...but maybe he is right. Your body feels warm, as if you just drank a cup of piping hot tea, and the liquid slides down your throat, igniting your body in small sparks of tingles.
Your breath is also bated. "You seem ill." He states. Voice slightly shivering. There's not a breeze, why's this fucker cold??
"Yeah, well I feel a little hot. That's it." You get up and walk towards him. He walks away from you. Strange. Usually, he'd wait for you and walk side by side. Arguing, bickering or just simply walking, doesn't matter he'd always wait like a gentleman. "What's up with you?" You inquire, running to catch up. Using your signature attack, you jump him. He dodges.
You stand before him, your eyes demand answers. But he looks weird. Not a word of sass? Not even a glance of distaste? Tighnari's holding his head in his left hand, breathing heavy. As if he's inhaling the final after-smell? Of a delicious meal, savouring every last air particle of it.
Now, your playfulness turns to concern. You approach him gently, an hand on his right arm as you try to get a better look at his face. "Mister, what’s wrong?"
Even though you two were rivals there was a certain something in your dynamic that even the sage enjoyed watching. Even though Tighnari's the amurta sage's best student. It's become pretty common knowledge that you're his new best student. And what better way to live then to put your best student of the past up with your current up and coming genius?
After a while, he glances up at you. "I'm in rut."
You stand still. Hand burning his skin, but he doesn't mind. Mouth agape, and slightly parched you look at him again and he nods.
"That mushroom increased your scent output, making it harder for me to uhm—for a lack of better wording—control myself." He grunts, standing straight now. His ears slightly twitch when you let out a loud breath.
Now, the dots are connecting. "So you've been in a sour mood because you can't get off?"
He rolls his eyes at your phrasing. They seem sharper than usually. Clouded by a deeper desire. A beast to poke. How fun.
"Hmm~?" You lean in closer. Tilting your head, showing off your neck.
He sighs, crossing his arms. Standing straighter than you. "Yes. You caught me. What are you going to do about it?" He cocks his head to the side.
Stunned, you take a step back and let go of him. Unsure, you repeat his words. To process them better. "What am I going to do about it?" Eyes blown wide by shock. He reaches after you, interlocking hands he pulls you into him. Curling an arm around your waist. You push back on his shoulders.
"Unless, I misunderstood your advances?" He trails off, playing with your hair. His eyes fixed on your neck. The soft flesh that wraps your organs. He wants a bite.
You giggle. Out of excitement and nerves. "How about a game?"
He hums, eyes finding yours now. "Yes, that is your style. What is it?" His words are gentle with an edge of interest.
"A game of tag." The second those words leave your plush lips, his ears perk up. He likes it. "I have to get back before you catch me." You pinch his cheek, smiling. Acting as if this is just an innocent game of tag.
But Tighnari is a smart man. A careful scholar. Worst of all he knows you. "What's the catch?"
"If I win, you'll do as I say." Your cheeky grin sends a shiver down his spine. You're up to no good. He loves it. "And, if you win," You roll your eyes at the slim, foolish possibility that he could beat you. One of the most fittest men you've met. Please, you know better than anyone he could out run you in your sleep. Regardless. "I guess I'll do as you say. To make it fair."
"I see..." He ponders for a bit, averting his eyes. Then he smirks. Its the middle of the night. He doesn't want to cause a stir in the village. However, there would be no harm in a little game. He hasn't had fun inna while... "Very well then." He lets go of you.
His voice has a deeper edge to it. Weirdly, his calm and kind Chief Ranger attitude melts away. His eyes show a carnal desire dancing at the tip of his tongue. "If you want a chase... I'll give you a head start..." His words hit the pit of your stomach. Fanning the flames of this fire. You take small steps back.
He grins. "Run."
You bolt. Down the path and through shrubs. The countdown of his voice fades away as you slide down hillsides and run along the river. Avoiding the wildlife as you go. Chest heaving. The leaves rattle. Raising your guard, you run the other direction. He could be right behind you. Slowing down, you walk. Trying to catch your breath. The branches snap nearby forcing you to ditch that plan.
Blood rushes through you. You never thought this odd fantasy would come true. Yes, you did like your senior, why wouldn't you? The day he started meddling in your research, finding faults and stuff, you were over the moon. Bothering Layla all day! Even Miss Faruzan overheard and got involved, yapping about "The flavours of young love are delicious." And that back in her day, shit like this would've been shamed. Yeah, well, young love except you're crushing on someone almost twice your age. Almost. But that doesn't matter.
Not right now at least.
The grass tickles your legs as you run. The window of the nearest house is lit. You can see Ghandhara Ville. However, the sound of nearing footsteps only arouse you further. The breeze cooling your sweat, the heat that latched onto your skin. Your legs can't take it anymore.
You slow down, for a bit. Walking along the river. You're so close!
But you can hear him from behind. Your body wont move. This hell has you excited. Gathering the last bit of your energy, you make a run for it.
Victory is right there.
But the next thing you feel is the ground embracing you as your feet are caught. They won't move. They can't.
"I caught you." He laughs. You glance down at his net which cover your legs. He hoists you up onto his shoulder and takes you into a nearby cave. You moan at the restraints, trying to worm your way out of them.
This cave is beautiful, with a little forest of its own.
He carefully places you onto the ground and unties you.
"Now that I've won." You interrupt him with a whine. To which he only laughs, cupping your cheeks. To silence you. "As I was saying, I want you to strip."
You blink up at him. "What? We're gonna do it here?" Not ideal, but you don't mind.
"No. So you consent to me chasing your bare body? The minute I catch you, I'll ravish you. My self-restraint is barely holding on. However, if you do not—" He talks too much. You cut him off with a kiss. Guiding his hands down your body. He gets the message. Helps you undress, and by the time he's recovered from that passionate kiss, the only thing remaining before him are your clothes in a pile.
He pouts, squatting down, fingers lifting each fabric to his nose for an intoxicating whiff. Whispering like a wounded dog. "She didn't leave her undergarments."
A futile game. You both know he can easily track you by your scent. Especially since you're naked. But your body's tired. It needs a rest. Still, you jog. Haze clouds your mind. Your stomach hurts. Knees buckling from the way your cunt's leaking on the forest floor. Covering the flora beneath. Your underwear's soaked. Thoroughly.
Tighnari can easily spot you. He found you in a heartbeat. But what's the fun in that? Taking your prey immediately? He finds pleasure in stalking. How else did he find your research among the many students? Found it so compelling that he simply couldn't resist. He'd stalked you in the city, in Daena's house. He'd rarely be away from Ghandhara Ville in the day. But at night? None know what happens in the dark. He's asked around about you, not just your research or studies. But you. He's wanted this for so long, and now he has you.
In his grasp, in his sight.
Startling you with snapping twigs and rustling leaves. Oh, how he's missed the chase, the game.
Your body's so close to collapsing, resting an arm against a tree, you stand to gather yourself. As one expected, his scent enveloped your senses before he even caged you. Back against the tree, the man before you was heavy breathing, his mouth lingers a bit before your neck. Licking and kissing your lips as his fingers get busy.
Tighnari laughs into the kiss. "Archons, you're dripping through your underwear." Bringing his fingers up, he licks them. Eyes never leaving yours, relishing the way you watch his tongue.
He holds you, gently. Fingers pull your underwear down till your thighs, his nails find comfort there. Soon moving up to play with your folds. He kisses you till your lips are bruised and when he pops away from the kiss, giving you space to complain. He rips a moan out of your throat from shoving his finger in all the way. Your precum covers his knuckles. He slides another one in soon after.
Trying to keep quiet the best you can. Placing a hand over your mouth, but he fucking bit your arm in retaliation. "This area's completely closed off, no one else is permitted to enter here. Please, be loud. I want to hear you." And with that your strangled, teary moans were bouncing off the cave walls, echoing. It felt oddly exposing, but music to Tighnari's ears.
He's fingered a second orgasm out of your cunt. Finally deciding you're ready for him.
He undresses. Positioning himself, caging you beneath him, he gently pushes the tip in watching you unravel. Your nails scratch his shoulders, leaving scars. He leans in to bite your supple breasts. Licking your nipples, sucking them till the buds are painfully hard.
Rolling your hips, you want him hard. fast. now.
However, he holds you down. "Remember the deal? You do as I say." With each word he thrusts into you. Tears welling in your eyes. Wrapping your arms around him for stability as he pounds into you like he wants you filled with his offsprings.
That's impossible. However, he would argue that there would be a slight chance. You disagree. And here he is trying to prove his fucking point.
Through tears you babble. "God, I fucking hate you." Skin on skin, such sloppy sounds echo off the walls. Furthering your nth orgasm. He's broken your mind and back, yet he still hasn't came.
"Want me to stop?" He teases, slightly pulling out. Cruelly laughing at your desperate pleas, he pumps in and out a few more times before cumming on your abdomen.
You groan, barely concious. He's fucked you into the tree. Pretty sure you're one with the earth now, Lorax style.
Cum dripping down onto the forest floor, leaking out of your spent hole. He licks at the bite marks, hands tracing your figure. Your body hurts, no longer hot and bothered, but damn. Tighnari smiles and hums into your skin.
"Someone's happy." Rolling your eyes, you pull him up by the hair. Kissing him.
With the sweetest smile dancing on his pretty face, his eyes less engulfed in desire, even though it still lingers. His words make you faint. "Round two?" He laughs at your reaction. Soon getting concerned because you're not responding. Instead, you're fucking snoring.
He chuckles to himself. Cleaning both of you up with the towels he brought and a change of clothes, for both of you. Yes, he planned this. A draw back is that you'll have to wear his clothes.
By the next morning you wake up in your bed. Your bed which awfully smells like him—What are you doing in Tighnari's bed??
The scent of herbal tea fills the room and the flipping of pages.
"Oh? Finally awake, dear rival? Your research is quite compelling." That sly fox chuckles, walking over to your confuses form. "Did you get caught sneaking out last night? I guess no one told you its not advised for non-rangers to be out at night. Hah, I don't even let the rangers patrol at night, especially alone." He smiles.
You groan. He's so annoyingly giddy. Crashing your head onto the pillow, curling up beneath his blanket as last night replays in your head.
Tighnari walks over and places a kiss on your forehead. "We've got much to talk about. Your research and...us. So, freshen up, your mug is over there. This blend helps with body sores." He walks out to tackle the day. Completely unaffected by last night.
Outside the house, Chief Officer Ranger walked past Collei and another ranger with a content smile and normal eyes. His usual self. Collei mutters to herself. "Did something happen?" She calls out to him.
"Master Tighnari! Do you know where she is? I went to wake her up but she wasn't home. What if something happened to her—" Collei worried for your health. How cute.
"Hm? Oh, don't worry. I found her this morning on an early patrol passed out by the river." He chuckled. "She was looking at a certain mushroom, judging by her notes." And he soon trailed off onto other topics, answering other rangers' questions about the day.
Leaving Collei to realize. "Oh! She still went there even after I told her no? Ohhh, dear." She sighed, joining the discussion about today's patrols.
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Tagging along with your roommate, now best friend (and fuck buddy), to go to Mondstadt for a short vacation. He talked about some sort of deal, meeting his "friends"; he spoke rather reluctantly, spitting that word out as if it offended him.
Now, the problem is, upon arriving at the gates of Mondstadt, you were not expecting to see your ex's face, Albedo—but, is he really an ex if you two never broke up?
You'd gotten with him on a whim when you had spent time in Mondstadt long before settling in Sumeru for your studies. It was soon after that that Nahida had helped you move into a house nearby, where you had the unfortunate chance to meet that twat, Hat Guy.
Now, you stand on the bridge before Mondstadt City as Albedo's shocked expression scans you both up and down. But it only lasted the briefest moment, before he glanced back at a rather nervous and jittery guy with purple hair and dragon wings??
After you politely introduce yourself to the young male, Durin. Albedo takes the five of you up to Dragonspine—yes, five, Klee decided to join. And by decided, I mean Jean told her to go to give her some peace of mind.
On the way up, it seemed like you were the only one freezing their tits off. Besides the two pyro users running around, one causing chaos while the other trailed after her, worried. You had a puppet on your left and a homunculus on your right.
Fucking great.
The best part is they don't produce ANY body heat. Encouraged by Albedo, you run after Durin for warmth and good conversation. He really is a sweet guy. You being with them was the perfect opportunity for Wanderer and Albedo to discuss this rather odd dynamic. Leaving you out of the conversation.
By the time you guys reach his lab. Albedo has you sit down near a fire, and he runs off to fix everyone a warm drink. Wanderer lightly scolds you for being underdressed, only to scoff and ruffle your hair when you pout in retaliation.
After Mr. Genius returns, the five of you bond over memories. Not long after, Wanderer tells Durin to take Klee home. Giving them ample time to carry out their experiment.
You bid the two farewell with hugs, going back to the fire to be wrapped in blankets, when Albedo stops you. He grabs your hand and pulls you closer to the table.
A strangely warm coloured vial.
"What's this?" You ask, glancing at him. Cheeks warming up under his gaze.
"I'd like to know the answer, too." He chuckles, stepping back. He looks over at Wanderer, who's clearing the other table to place his own books onto it.
"What? Judging by the ingredients, there's no use making me drink." Wanderer rolls his eyes, coming closer, standing on your other side.
"I know." Albedo smiles, plucking the bottle by its neck and swirling it around before your eyes.
You groan. "So, you want me to drink it?"
He chuckles, "You catch on so fast." Bring the pinkish orange vial to your lips.
You shrug. Fuck it, what's the worst that can happen? Projectile shitting in front of your two uhh situstionships? It'd be waaaay worse in front of the kids.
"Carefully, drink sips at a time—" Albedo's voice drops in bewilderment.
Wanderer glances up from his book. "Don't tell me she downed it in one go."
To which you grin, glancing back at them. "I did."
For the first ten minutes, you could not sit still. Constantly moving around, looking through Albedo's books, pestering Wanderer, and bothering the Alchemist again as he takes notes of your symptoms.
You rave on about how this is an amazing invention and that this warms you up very well—a little too well. Now, your body feels heavy, knees buckling as this aching feeling gnaws at your core, making you squeeze your thighs together.
You sit beside Wanderer, the cold chair pressing against your hot skin makes you hiss. Squirming in your seat, you try to shake this feeling off, but you're sweating. It's fucking blizzarding outside, there's snow falling, piling! On the ground, and you're so horny it's putting your system into overdrive.
The men share a glance. You notice, of course, you do. They are right in front of you. Looked at each other, then at you. And that's when you knew it.
You are so fucked.
If only you had Wanderer's mean mouth degrading you as he pounds from behind, or Albedo's soft lips on your chest as he licks circles on your areola, ungloved, pale fingers pumping in and out of your cunt.
He yells. "Oi. Come." Wanderer pats his thigh. An invitation. Working on carnal desire, who were you to disobey, but you still stayed in your seat. Glancing over at Albedo, who was writing in his clipboard. Guilt washed over you as Hat Guy continued to chuckle, cooing like a bully. "Aww, aren't you a sweet girl? Hmm? What? feeling guilty?" He reaches over to grip you by the chin. Eyes swallowing yours whole. "You slut." He spat the latter out like poison.
Your body's trembling. A normal person might think it's from the fucking freezing temperatures, or maybe because you're scared?
Albedo takes this moment to unglove his right hand, snaking it down to your inner thigh. Rubbing and squeezing the flesh, maming you jolt from the surprise touch.
"Apologies for the sudden touch, but it seems your…core is all worked up. You're squirming about too much while rubbing your thighs together." He states, monotone voice laced with care. His voice is velvet soft, a gentle spring breeze caressing your cheek on a warm day.
In contrast to his melodious voice comes the sharp comment of the other man. A sarcastic coo, teasing, mocking. "Aww, getting riled up already?" He's being meaner than usual. Now, Wanderer has left his crueler self to the dust of Irminsul, yet once in a while, he catches himself having such banter with you that it makes him believe a part of you, some weirdly masochistic part, enjoys his cruelty. He pulls his chair aside and motions for you to stand up. You only tilt your head, not wanting to expose yourself to what's happening between your legs.
Wanderer walks across the table to the opposite side of Albedo, whose head is still deep within the thighs of his books. Soon, he closes it and turns his attention to you with a strange smirk.
"I have thought of a remedy for your predicament. Come, now." He pats the table. Your heart's racing out of your chest, as now you have two pairs of eyes observing your body. The worst part is that nothing gets past these two.
Albedo mentally notes your thighs pressing together, again, as your body slightly jolts…perhaps he should have told you that this was an aphrodisiac when overconsumed. A special concoction reserved for you, after he realised its effects.
Wanderer smiles at how your eyes shift between the two men. That guilty face of yours loosens the restraints on his urges.
After a moment of thinking, you get up and sit at the table. Spreading your legs yourself, before Albedo. Leaning back till you feel Wanderer's chest cushion you.
The two men gasp, Wanderer chuckles, playing with your hair.
"Why the sudden change in attitude?" Albedo asks, leaning down to be eye level with your soaking underwear.
"Well, whatever you had given me was probably an aphrodisiac? I'm ashamed to say, but I am rather aroused, and this is quite the predicament I am stuck in, so we ought to clear ourselves before Klee and Durin get back."
The man behind you pokes fun at your phrasing. "Clear ourselves?" He grabs your chin and tilts your head towards him.
Your blush only intensifies when you make direct eye contact with him. "Well, uhm, you know? To alleviate oneself of this—Ah!" You moan into his hand. Looking down to see an ungloved Albedo. His nails are digging into your thighs as he licks your folds.
They both halt at your reaction; you seemed pained. "What did you stop for?" You whine, urging Albedo to continue, which he gladly does with a laugh.
Wanderer, on the other hand, decides it is his turn to have some fun too. His cold hands slither under your shirt, feeling the plush of your tummy, soon cupping the swell of your breasts. But before you could utter another word, his lips encase yours in a kiss. He massages your right breast with one hand, while the other bullies your left nipple. Pinching it till it's hard, rubbing it between his fingers.
Swallowing your moans as Albedo's covered in your juices. White slick drips down his chin as he probes his tongue deeper. Relishing the way your body jolts after a certain point. Your hand is pulling at his hair, tugging him closer. He takes it as a sign that you like it, and continues to abuse that spot until you cum on his tongue. You've never seen him this messy.
After he helps you down from your high, Albedo glances up at you. Assessing your sweet face, still unsatisfied. He moves past you to Wanderer, who's itching for some action. The two share a glance, and they switch places before you know it.
Now Albedo's the one behind you, kissing your nape, biting at the flesh while both his hands work on your breasts. Wanderer shoves a finger in without warning, gathering all your slick. He brings them to his lips for a taste, then hums in delight. The heat between your thighs and the frost nipping at your skin contrast each other in the way that you are the only one producing body heat, while the other two are as cold as dragonspine.
He shoves a finger into your folds, curling it till you moan, pumping it in and out. His other hand holds yours in an act of comfort and perhaps an apology. His finger is soon covered in your orgasm. "Came so soon~" He chuckles, his pace unrelenting as he introduces a second finger.
While Albedo has his fun, slightly turning your body, so he can suck on your breast. Biting the flesh, lolling the bud between his lips, using his teeth to pinch it, eliciting a moan from you as you wince.
Their combined assault is all too much. Worst of all is their stamina outpaces yours by lightyears, feeding into a darker fantasy. Albedo releases with a pop, spit glistening on his lips as he moves to entertain your other breast. Placing his fingers on your lip, you moan as he inserts two into you, allowing you to suck on them.
You've come a third time now on Wanderer's fingers. Unable to concentrate on anything, you feel your head spin as Albedo cradles your torso while the two men discuss. You let out a broken whine, thinking they're going to end it here.
But before you know it, you're getting manhandled off the table. Feet touching the ground as Albedo reaches for a soft cloth to place on the cold surface. Wanderer then bends you onto it. His hard-on is pressing against your ass while Albedo, before you, only smirks at you fucked out face. Hands brushing away stray strands of hair, he cups your cheeks and places a sweet kiss on your lips.
"We'll make sure you will be back to normal before the kids arrive." He smiles, unzipping his pants. Wanderer laughs at the sight of you clenching on nothing. He grinds into you, but before you can register what's happening behind, you feel something prodding at your lips.
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A Yaelokre-inspired fantasy fanfiction. You awake in unfamiliar lands, in a foreign bed, with all your friends missing after a mission. Frazzled, you are tasked with adventuring through this dreamscape-esque town to regain your memories of the battle and friends. But what happens when you can't find their bodies in time?
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pt.2 pt.3
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟
Darkness surrounds you. Infecting your lungs, puncturing your head, and stalling your breathing till you take all the air from the room, in an inhale, and blowing your eyes open.
Unfamiliar hospital bed. Strange, colorful meds in vials, marinating herbs. Scent alone fills you with tranquility, fleeing from the Dream Tiger’s grasp.
What was that?
A glimpse of pinkish orange fur brushed past you. Within this dreamscape, hiding behind objects of irrelevance and blocks of forgotten crucial memories, it watched.
Nightly inky stripes fizzling into your pool of consciousness, contaminating the waters of clarity. The Dream Tiger hung around your slumber state. It wanted something. Slit eyes boring into the background of every reality record—if any remains—replaying.
It wanted something. ‘What if it fed off my dreams?’
Entered a paranoid thought. Lying awake, encased by cotton sheets, providing warmth even during early spring’s rigid days. Perhaps the bated breeze brought the cold in from the window right before you.
Sitting up, you contemplate closing it. Soon the door hinge pointed down, clinked. A woman with tired eyes and smoke whisking away at the ends of her lips. Dressed in a straight, pearl coat. Dirtied at the ends and cuffs. Bearing no fashionable semblance or authoritative energy, she seemed to be a good person.
An unfamiliar feeling creeps in. Everything about her screams familiarity. Your mouth instinctively opens to call out a name, yet the only sound escaping is that of a chicken’s cawk. Awkward…
She sighs, walking over to shut the window before facing you. “You should be well by eve. I suggest you leave when you feel better.” Confused, you glance down; both arms and torso are fully wrapped in bandages. Taped onto your chest is a talisman. “That is good luck. Mother Nature always heals her children. That talisman puts you on the priority list—you could say.” The caring, exhausted nurse reassures you.
She walks over with a medical instrument in hand. For the next ten minutes she took your vitals and measured bruising and scars.
How did you end up here?
Meekly, you cough up a “Miss?”
She hums in response, fully focused on a chart.
“Do you know how this happened to me?” She clicks her pen and drops it onto the paper.
“You were found bloodied and unconscious at the Battle crossroads. The entire field was damaged. A white-haired fellow had retrieved your dead body."
“Dead body?” You tilt your head, shaking it. “What about the others?”
“Others?”
“Yes, there were four of us. Another girl, mask of a fox, a boy with a tiger mask and then another with a wolf’s.” Quivering, questions continue to bubble. “Where are they?”
A final puff, she sighs. “Just you.” Throwing her blunt away, she begins to scribble away at a separate piece of paper. “He did mention that they are looking for three missing children…I’m sure they’ll be found, dear.”
Your heart sunk so low, you couldn't keep it.
“You were presumed to be dead, but…” She trails off, grabbing another cigarette. Her gruffy voice continues to speak. “You were under a coma.”
“For how long?”
“A month. You’re roughly healed now. Don't strain yourself too much; it'll reopen the wounds.” She helps you out of bed by the next morning.
Before you had left, she had placed a pouch into your hands.
“Here, the white-haired fellow had left some extra coins for you. Take this and buy me some bread while you adventure the market. Perhaps you’ll remember something…” She coughed. “By nightfall, return here.”
By the time you had exited the Healer’s home, she had fixed you up with a satchel, in it a pouch of medicine, and pale cloths to rewrap your wounds with. Tasking you with visiting the market.
The town was overgrown with vines, the scent of petrichor filling your nose with ecstasy. The taste of bones and blood still lingers on your tongue. Glimpses of the four of you still return to your mind as your eyes glaze over the tall mountains in the back. Snow tips peaking over roofs; a chill fragrant lure you to the gardenscapes.
The healer’s garden is filled with strange herbs and pretty flowers. A nest of honey hung at the back of a large, entrancing tree. All the trees are here. Dark bark with branches caressing the roof stops and above, kissing the clouds by daybreak.
A Woodland Fairytale. There were cats roaming about, freely, everywhere. A white one stares at you, while your eyes feast on every flower, every cloud, and every cat. Until catching a glimpse of that Furr ball.
It leaps down from the trees, circling your legs, purring. You haven’t moved a step from the doctor’s door. The cat paws on your thighs, then walks off. Glancing back. A sign. For you to follow along.
And you do, because who wouldn't? This possibly couldn't be a kidnapping. Kidnapping by a cat? Please, fantasy world crimes would be far worse.
Your feet were taking one step too soon after the other, catching up to the feline. Yet by the time you turned into a street corner, the kitty was nowhere to be found. Instead, you were overwhelmed with delicious smells and flowery scents.
Before you were stalls sprawling across kilometers of green grass fields. A main dirt road sat in the center, lined on both sides, were blooming businesses with charming salespeople who were selling all kinds of products.
Banners with wind wheels spun above their heads, as the sun shone down onto everyone. Your eyes were scanning for a bread stall. Taking the first steps from under that cute banner, a sweet, blue-haired girl waved you over.
She wore a worn straw hat with a sunflower strung onto it. Probably a hand-me-down from her father, not the most stylish hat. Her blue overalls were earthy, leaves poking out of her pockets as she grinned brighter at your approach.
“You’re the person who was recently rescued, right?” Her summer sky bright eyes gleamed at you. Glancing over your wraps, before speaking once more. “I heard from my siblings that you got here a month ago? Mother overheard you had been in battle?” You nod. Unsure how to feel about this girl. Is she a friend yet? “Why, you’re so brave!” She clapped her hands together, turning around, searching for something from her baskets. She whips around with a basket of berries. “Grandmother told me these help with healing and bring good fortune!” She takes your wrist and places the handle into your palm.
Giving you no time to resist. “N-no, I, I cannot accept. You are so friendly, my heart melts from your words alone.” You smile back, feeling a twinge of guilt for even being forced to accept these offerings? Gifts. How strange, people are oddly friendly. Perhaps it might just be her though, no need to generalise.
“Oh, c’mon! I grew these myself! Besides with all the nighttime scares that have been happening, everyone needs a bit of luck. Don’t ya think?” She shrugs, placing it onto the counter.
Do others also get that nightmarish tiger in their dreams? You thought of asking her about it. “Nighttime scares?”
“Yeah, haven't you heard—wait; you did just wake up after a month—OH! I have much to tell!” She sparked, glancing behind you to see a customer. She turned around and yelled, “MA, COULD YOU TAKE OVER NOW? I’LL GO BUY SOME BREAD!” An older woman’s voice yelled back an affirmative answer, and your new friend popped out of the stall. Her mother? could be an aunt, stepped out from the back and into her spot. “Miwa, get the soft buns, alright?”
“Okay!” She waved her off. Grabbing you by the hand, she led you a little further from the market into the forest area.
“Your name’s Miwa?” You asked, eyes trained onto the natural obstacle course of not stepping into the mud of tripping on any pebbles.
“Hm? Oh, yeah.” She jumps over a branch. “There's a really nice log up ahead. My friends and I hang out around there all the time!” She laughed, leading the way.
“Ah~, well my name is—” Miwa cuts you off, giggling.
“I know your name, don’t worry.” You look at her horrified, soon laughing at her worried expression. “I mean, ever since teacher rescued you, you’ve been uh, like a Hero. The kid who survived in the Rotten fields. Notorious place of death, many don’t survive…” Her voice fizzled out. “Uhm, yeah most cannot survive the beasts that lay there.”
You feel worried, saddened by her distracted eyes and frown. Trying to change the topic, you return to “What are these night terrors?” You almost tripped on a rock.
She smiles; face furrowed in confusion. Laughing lightly, she mutters quietly. “Huh? night terrors…Oh! You mean the nighttime scares?”
“Aha,” There, the holy log laid before you. Sitting in a small clearing.
“Here we are!” She plops down, and so do you. Finally relaxing your shoulders, you place the basket down beside your feet.
Once again, this tranquility soothes your nerves away, a lullaby to stay awake to. The forest song welcomes you to the two. Leaves shake in greetings as a breeze kisses your cheek. The birds chuckle before flying off.
“So, the nighttime scares. Hmm, they started about a month ago, and people’s ankles were getting bitten. Mainly, men, women, and kids were only scared off. Some call it the devil, others report seeing a fox do all this.” The blue-haired girl giggled. “Can you believe it? A fox?”
You laughed along. It all sounds absurd. A fox biting men? Sounds like a wonderful dream… “Hey, Miwa?” Your smile dropped, eyes baring wide for the winds to cut tears into.
“Yeah?” She smiled gently, eyes slightly hesitant as your tone sounded serious, so suddenly.
“Uhm—how do I say this? —Have you seen this scary tiger in your dreams? Not aggressive or anything; it just sits there and watches. Stipes endlessly spilling off, with these daunting round eyes that want answers." You shivered at the thought…or the wind.
The forest no longer sung, quietude took over. She whispered, pure horror on her face for the briefest moment. Miwa hesitated; the words slowly left her mouth as she processed your words. With utter confidence, as if this was common knowledge to all. A brazen fact you cannot mistake for anything else. An equilibrium, the perfect answer from a long equation. A fact.
“People don’t dream.”
The clouds draped over the sun, stealing away all that warmth. A chill ran down Miwa’s spine. In a panic, she glanced around the surroundings and there, deep within the forest echoed the cracking of branches beneath steady paws.
Then a howl.
She waited no longer to find out, grabbing your hand and running back with you. Tears escape your eyes from the wind blowing at you two once more. The world had stopped for a moment. A very brief moment. How odd…
Upon reaching the main street of the market. The busiest hours have ended, people were still strolling through, bards were singing songs of jolly, and that white cat is sitting in the center of the street.
She held your hand tight, looking back to make sure you guys were safe. "That was scary.” She laughed it off.
Something was missing. “Oh dear!”
Startling her. “What! What is it?”
“The basket of, of berries and fruits! The one you gave me, I left it by the log. In the hurry, I couldn't pick it up, oh noo.” Too scared to go back, you crouch onto the ground, trying to calm your breathing. Your chest began to sting after the sudden run. Your legs were pained, and bending your knees hurt. Yet, the sudden purring of a familiar feline settled your doubts and pains.
Miwa patted your back. Helping you up, as she held your arms and back. “Hey, there-there, it's alright. I’ve grown plenty, don't fret.” She noticed the kitty. Squealing with joy. “AHHH KITTYYY!!!” Deafening your ears. You sit down onto the cobble road to rest yourself.
You tried laughing it off but doubt forever lingers. Why did it howl? Tigers do not howl. There should be no wolves near…You two were barely inside the forest, how was such a heavy creature nearby? Why hadn't it attacked? You two were defenseless. Completely defenseless. Surely it wasn't those beasts. Those nightmarish creatures…no, they belong to the rotten fields. They couldn't live in such happy and populated areas in the bright, where the sun can shine.
What was that?
Glancing up, the two of them were strolling towards the market. “Guys!” You struggle onto your feet, following fast after them. “Wait up!”
The Sun was lying lower in the sky, perhaps two hours before sunset? The market still seemed as mystical as before. Constant conversations with bickering bargains. There were many elderly people buying fruits and vegetables around you. All the stalls and shops had some people, but this one, right before your eyes, had none. No customers. Yet, strangely, Miwa made a detour towards it. Weapons were laid about as toys. This seller’s lair was laced with a taste of prestige and honor. A green-haired girl sat at the front, bangs covering her eyes as she yawned.
“Hey! Mai! Wake up!” Miwa ran over to the front of the stall, waving her eager hands at Mai. Her radiant beam instantly disrupted the sleepy bird’s rest.
The swords lady groaned. “Miwa shut uuuupp,” she sat erect, sizing you up and down. “Oh? And you are...?”
Miwa teased, “C’mon, you know~” The other only rolled her eyes.
“Of course I do. You’re the fool who ventured to the rotten fields alone.” She turned around and picked up a dagger. Scoffing, she reaches her hand out. “You're lucky to even be alive.” She had a mean look in her eyes. If she were an apex predator, she would have bitten your head off by now. You hesitate to step back, holding onto your satchel strap.
Miwa stomps her feet like an annoyed parent. “Be nice. She just recovered.” Glancing over to you with an apologetic sigh, on her friend’s behalf. Your eye contact cut mid second as a sharp and shiny blade reflected your own eyes instead of the blue girl’s.
“Here.” Shrugged Mai. Placing the silver dagger onto the countertop.
You blink at her. One hard blink.
Just how friendly are these people? Who gives away freshly picked berries that could have fetched a fine price and a perfectly shiny dagger with a blade more reflective than rivers?
She sighs, calling you a blundering buffoon underneath her breath. “You.”
“Yeah?” You felt a little startled, going right into defensive mode. She might just go off on you, berate you for your injuries, for going alone to fight at the rotten fields...Alone? Wait, just why had you gone? You were not alone. You know that well. Speaking off friends...where were they?
“Hello? Snap out of your daydreams.” Mai curtly snapped her fingers before your face. Laughing, once your frazzled eyes met her. She leaned onto the table, picking up the dagger and swirling it between her fingers. “That shaft of yours seems ushed and battered, I doubt your daggers of any sharpness. It’s as good as shrapnel to reuse if you ask me.” She sighed as if this were the most obvious bit of knowledge in the world. Miwa, the cat cradled in her arms, tilted her head, unaware of your dagger that hung at your belt loop. “Give it to me.” She instructs you.
As offended as you were, you handed over your weapon. Sure enough, that thing has definitely seen some heroic days. A chunk of the blade was missing. HOW?? The edges were roughed up and the leather on the handle was worn and torn, slowly comin off. It smelled awful. Yeah, that weapon of yours has definitely seen some better days. Probably survived through the worst of ‘em.
She gave you a nasty look and threw that thing to the back. Gagging, as she looked you over with disgust. “You are not using that piece of cow dung.” Nose pinched high, her lips turned to a frown, even the cat woke up and freed itself from Miwa’s grasp. Just to get away from that stank.
The blue girl giggled as you reluctantly took the finer, silver dagger and placed it onto the belt loop. Yes, the green girl had you throw away that worn shaft. Not that it mattered to you; not anymore. Accepting defeat, she looked down on you, because she's taller, with a triumphant smirk. “Weaklings like you need a better weapon than that to protect yourselves.” She chucked.
“Did you make that dagger? It looks really good.” Miwa piped up, looking at Mai.
The latter seemed offended at the mere thought that she would create something so disgusting and worthless. Coughing up a sound of disgust, she chuckled. “Please, my worst creations compete with my sister’s best.” She rolled her eyes, smiling with pride. You scoffed. Did this Mai girl seriously just throw her least-favored item at you? No wonder she sold it without a cost. She threw you her trash! But as they say: One man’s trash is another man’s treasure. The dagger still seemed effective and sharp. Better than what you had previously.
“Have you heard of the Fox that’s been roaming around at night?”
“Miwa, please, everyone knows about that rabid dog.” She groans, turning around to sharpen a blade.
“Strange, don’t you think? Animals here are rather peaceful.” Miwa replied, pouting at Mai’s snarky response.
You stood, being one with the dancing grass for this conversation.
“Haven’t you heard the rumors?” She glanced around, whispering. “That mut’s face if odd. Those of the men who have survived say it looked like the fox had a leather orange fox mask on.”
Stunned, you gasp, catching her attention. Miwa was holding onto your arm by now, shivering in her own boots. “That’s quite unsettling.” She quivered; her fear soon turned into playful anger upon witnessing her friend’s sneaky smirk fighting through. “Why would you say that! Now I’m gonna have nightmares~” She whined, shaking your shoulders.
Mai halted her work to lean over the counter and pinch your cheeks. “Ha! Ya goin’ ta shit yourself or somethin’, go cry to mommy about your nightmares too, okay?” With a feigned caring baby voice, she cooed at you.
“Oh, please, you’re lying. How would an animal even wear a mask?” You reason back, crossing your arms.
“Why would a fox go rogue and attack people? Men, to be specific?” She retorts, mimicking your confidant face and cocking a brow.
Miwa coming between you two. “Alright, that’s enough. I still need to buy bread.”
You remembered the list that the strange doctor lady gave you. To buy some bread. “Oh, I do too.” You sheepishly mention. Looking up at the sky, washed over by an orangish blue blend. Huh, time sure flew by.
The two of you bid farewell to Mai and run down the cobbled road towards the Town’s most favored bakery. According to Miwa, it is owned by a really sweet lady. Upon nearing the building, it seemed adorable. With small tables lined up before the front windows. As the two of you entered, bells chimed to announce your arrival. The store was rather empty, with only a blond-haired older man sitting at the window seat with a cup of tea and a delicious sandwich before him. His eyes were trained onto the piece of paper in his hands, a newspaper perhaps? Though it was smaller than most of what you remembered.
The sales lady greeted you both with a bubbly smile. “Why are you two out so late?”
“Well, I was busy showing her around the market,” Miwa shyly admitted, scratching her head. “I came to buy those soft buns my mother always buys!”
The sales lady chuckled, lightly scolding her about distractions, before walking to the back and bringing out a basket of bread buns. There were plenty. The lady was packing about ten of those into another basket for your friend to take home. Wrapping them in red and white checkered cloth. “Here you go, dear.” She hands them over to bubbly Miwa. You giggle at their adorable interaction, yet over Miwa’s shoulder, you could see the man longingly stare at the bakery lady’s smile. The sight itself warmed your heart with a longing for someone. But who would that person be? You cannot remember. Not now, because the lady is staring at you.
“And what about you, young one?”
“I was told to buy bread,” You blurted out, feeling embarrassed at her motherly chuckle. You rummage in your satchel. “Uhm, ah---here!” Pulling out two gold coins, you put them onto the counter. “The, uh, oh, I don’t know her name, the ahh healer lady! Yes, the doctor asked me to buy some bread for her, so could I have the same bread buns as hers? Just without the basket.” You politely ask, fiddling with your bag strap. Who knew a pretty woman could make you so nervous?
As you reached forward to receive your buns wrapped in cloth, the bandage wraps poked out from under your hands. Earning a concerned gasp from the sweet lady. “Oh dear! What happened?”
You smile back, now that she brought your attention back to your wounds; they began to hurt and sting. “I woke up today.”
“Ah?” The lady looked at you, confused.
Miwa nudged you, making you hiss. “She means from a month-long coma.”
“Ahh, so you’re the kid they found?!” Now it's her turn to be stunned. The bread lady scratches her head, groaning. As if she couldn’t remember something. “Ahh, what was it called? Oh, whatever, my great-grandmother used to make this specific herbal tea for all the knights who went out into the Rotten fields to keep their souls and sanity.” Racking her brains, she told you both to wait. Running to the back of her store.
A calm, soothing voice spoke up. “Yarrow and Astragalus.”
Both girls turn around to stare at this man’s random, albeit helpful, interjection. Perhaps the golden-haired fellow felt bashful, as he apologized. “My apologies, I meant not to overhear or interject myself into your conversations. However, since the answer is what I know, I thought it best not to shield.”
You thanked the kind man, while Miwa had a few questions. “That’s impressive, mister! How do you know?” He placed his book down to fully engage in the conversation, adjusting his glasses lower on his nose bridge.
“I served as a knight during my younger days. I still drink this brew, regardless of whether I am entering those fields or not.” His laugh was airy, gaze melting into the fading sunlight. Miwa continued conversing with the man as you began to look around the store, thinking.
He might have been reminiscing about his youth, perhaps of someone close from those days. Maybe a bubbly, charming guy, the type that would complement his standoffish and awkward personality. Did he even have friends? He seems quite content with solitude.
The thunder of stumbling footsteps returned. Bangs stick to her forehead as she consumes all the air in the room. “The plants,” she stops her speech to breathe. After regaining some breath and dignity, she resumes. “The plants my granma’ mentioned were Yarrow and Astragalus. A pearlish little bundle of smaller flowers and a striking purple, pinkish plant.” She announced proudly.
You produce sounds of understanding; your eyes are more fixated on the thick little book in her hands. That man’s voice spoke up again. “The former allows for wounds to heal faster, while the latter betters the overall health of the person.” He states gently.
Impressed, the lady chuckles. “You seem to know a lot, there.” She glances over at the stunning customer. The golden gleam was slowly slipping away from his face. As the evening dawned on her. “You two, go. It’s getting late, here.” She extended her hand with the book.
Miwa shakes her head before glancing at you. “You should take it. I already have one at home.”
You did your best in declining, but she insisted and had you pack it into your satchel with all the bred. Waving you both out the door, as it chimed once more.
The sun has set now, and the skies are painted purple. Another hour before dark. The streetlamps are all being lit up. The two of you stroll down the street. “I had a wonderful time with you today.” She smiled, halting in her footsteps. “I can go on my own, my home is quite near here. Thank you for escorting me home and run back safely! The Doctor’s house is quite far from here.” She patted your back and waved you goodbye. You watched as she walked down the street, fading over the hill’s bend.
A chill down your spine. It is cold once more. The road back home, the Doctor's place is your temporary residence, she surely wouldn’t mind. Down the path straight is the roof you shall sleep under. It was a long way down. The town has lost its fairy touch. No longer made for a story of childish glee; it made one's skin crawl and flee.
The moon shone brightly down the path, guiding you home. A gentle hand, a protector. Not all beauty is lost at night. The forest sings a lullaby to itself, soon delving into a blissful slumber.
Then a crunch.
From behind.
You dare not glance back. You know exactly what it was. All the rumors you heard? By almost everyone you met. Why now? Why you? You walk faster. Perhaps you just imagined it. It might’ve been your own footsteps, after all, and it's just your paranoia and fear taking over.
Your heart sank. Fear is fully seeping into your mind.
The sound of leaves crunching also quickens in pace.
You take off running. Like a soaring kite in summer’s day. Unable to look back, your feet take you wherever. Stumbling over the cracks in the road. You hear a lady laughing behind you. Tears slip out of your eyes as you
Run through the market, past all the stalls. All who looked so lovely during the day now haunting and daunting at night.
Making a detour through the bushes, you ran wherever your feet took you. Through the sleeping forest, jumping over branches as the follower neared your rear.
It’ll eat you next time! That creature is a horror!
The log! You reach for your dagger, yet as you do, you trip over a tree’s leg. Landing right onto the ground, hitting the log.
Your heart is racing. Glancing around you see...
No one.
After a moment, your body aches terribly.
Then a crunch. One after another. Two auburn ears poke out from under the bushes.
A fox.
A FOX???
It lunges at you.
With your right hand you swiftly bring forth your dagger and slash its arms. That green girl had not lied. It truly looked terrifying. It was as if it wore a child’s mask.
Fighting it off with your legs, kicking. You reach back with your left hand, grabbing at nothing until you squish something.
The berries!
You grab a handful and throw it at the fox. Woh seems distracted by the scent.
Granting you the perfect opportunity to strike. You hold it down with both hands and climb atop it. With the silver dagger, you pry its mask off. You don’t know why. It just felt right.
A flash of light came to be. Blinding you entirely.
Your eyes black out. Vision? GONE.
As if all the exhaustion of the day crashed into your body at once.
You passed out.
Yawning, you are woken up by two familiar voices chatting beside you in rushed tones and worried tongues. Afraid for your safety, you blink open your eyes. Heart rate accelerating once more. Sitting up to see...the doctor? With a girl? Who? ...!
You groan, weak, whispering her name. Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.
A Yaelokre-inspired fantasy fanfiction. You awake in unfamiliar lands, in a foreign bed, with all your friends missing after a mission. Frazzled, you are tasked with adventuring through this dreamscape-esque town to regain your memories of the battle and friends. But what happens when you can't find their bodies in time?
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pt.2 pt.3
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟
Darkness surrounds you. Infecting your lungs, puncturing your head, and stalling your breathing till you take all the air from the room, in an inhale, and blowing your eyes open.
Unfamiliar hospital bed. Strange, colorful meds in vials, marinating herbs. Scent alone fills you with tranquility, fleeing from the Dream Tiger’s grasp.
What was that?
A glimpse of pinkish orange fur brushed past you. Within this dreamscape, hiding behind objects of irrelevance and blocks of forgotten crucial memories, it watched.
Nightly inky stripes fizzling into your pool of consciousness, contaminating the waters of clarity. The Dream Tiger hung around your slumber state. It wanted something. Slit eyes boring into the background of every reality record—if any remains—replaying.
It wanted something. ‘What if it fed off my dreams?’
Entered a paranoid thought. Lying awake, encased by cotton sheets, providing warmth even during early spring’s rigid days. Perhaps the bated breeze brought the cold in from the window right before you.
Sitting up, you contemplate closing it. Soon the door hinge pointed down, clinked. A woman with tired eyes and smoke whisking away at the ends of her lips. Dressed in a straight, pearl coat. Dirtied at the ends and cuffs. Bearing no fashionable semblance or authoritative energy, she seemed to be a good person.
An unfamiliar feeling creeps in. Everything about her screams familiarity. Your mouth instinctively opens to call out a name, yet the only sound escaping is that of a chicken’s cawk. Awkward…
She sighs, walking over to shut the window before facing you. “You should be well by eve. I suggest you leave when you feel better.” Confused, you glance down; both arms and torso are fully wrapped in bandages. Taped onto your chest is a talisman. “That is good luck. Mother Nature always heals her children. That talisman puts you on the priority list—you could say.” The caring, exhausted nurse reassures you.
She walks over with a medical instrument in hand. For the next ten minutes she took your vitals and measured bruising and scars.
How did you end up here?
Meekly, you cough up a “Miss?”
She hums in response, fully focused on a chart.
“Do you know how this happened to me?” She clicks her pen and drops it onto the paper.
“You were found bloodied and unconscious at the Battle crossroads. The entire field was damaged. A white-haired fellow had retrieved your dead body."
“Dead body?” You tilt your head, shaking it. “What about the others?”
“Others?”
“Yes, there were four of us. Another girl, mask of a fox, a boy with a tiger mask and then another with a wolf’s.” Quivering, questions continue to bubble. “Where are they?”
A final puff, she sighs. “Just you.” Throwing her blunt away, she begins to scribble away at a separate piece of paper. “He did mention that they are looking for three missing children…I’m sure they’ll be found, dear.”
Your heart sunk so low, you couldn't keep it.
“You were presumed to be dead, but…” She trails off, grabbing another cigarette. Her gruffy voice continues to speak. “You were under a coma.”
“For how long?”
“A month. You’re roughly healed now. Don't strain yourself too much; it'll reopen the wounds.” She helps you out of bed by the next morning.
Before you had left, she had placed a pouch into your hands.
“Here, the white-haired fellow had left some extra coins for you. Take this and buy me some bread while you adventure the market. Perhaps you’ll remember something…” She coughed. “By nightfall, return here.”
By the time you had exited the Healer’s home, she had fixed you up with a satchel, in it a pouch of medicine, and pale cloths to rewrap your wounds with. Tasking you with visiting the market.
The town was overgrown with vines, the scent of petrichor filling your nose with ecstasy. The taste of bones and blood still lingers on your tongue. Glimpses of the four of you still return to your mind as your eyes glaze over the tall mountains in the back. Snow tips peaking over roofs; a chill fragrant lure you to the gardenscapes.
The healer’s garden is filled with strange herbs and pretty flowers. A nest of honey hung at the back of a large, entrancing tree. All the trees are here. Dark bark with branches caressing the roof stops and above, kissing the clouds by daybreak.
A Woodland Fairytale. There were cats roaming about, freely, everywhere. A white one stares at you, while your eyes feast on every flower, every cloud, and every cat. Until catching a glimpse of that Furr ball.
It leaps down from the trees, circling your legs, purring. You haven’t moved a step from the doctor’s door. The cat paws on your thighs, then walks off. Glancing back. A sign. For you to follow along.
And you do, because who wouldn't? This possibly couldn't be a kidnapping. Kidnapping by a cat? Please, fantasy world crimes would be far worse.
Your feet were taking one step too soon after the other, catching up to the feline. Yet by the time you turned into a street corner, the kitty was nowhere to be found. Instead, you were overwhelmed with delicious smells and flowery scents.
Before you were stalls sprawling across kilometers of green grass fields. A main dirt road sat in the center, lined on both sides, were blooming businesses with charming salespeople who were selling all kinds of products.
Banners with wind wheels spun above their heads, as the sun shone down onto everyone. Your eyes were scanning for a bread stall. Taking the first steps from under that cute banner, a sweet, blue-haired girl waved you over.
She wore a worn straw hat with a sunflower strung onto it. Probably a hand-me-down from her father, not the most stylish hat. Her blue overalls were earthy, leaves poking out of her pockets as she grinned brighter at your approach.
“You’re the person who was recently rescued, right?” Her summer sky bright eyes gleamed at you. Glancing over your wraps, before speaking once more. “I heard from my siblings that you got here a month ago? Mother overheard you had been in battle?” You nod. Unsure how to feel about this girl. Is she a friend yet? “Why, you’re so brave!” She clapped her hands together, turning around, searching for something from her baskets. She whips around with a basket of berries. “Grandmother told me these help with healing and bring good fortune!” She takes your wrist and places the handle into your palm.
Giving you no time to resist. “N-no, I, I cannot accept. You are so friendly, my heart melts from your words alone.” You smile back, feeling a twinge of guilt for even being forced to accept these offerings? Gifts. How strange, people are oddly friendly. Perhaps it might just be her though, no need to generalise.
“Oh, c’mon! I grew these myself! Besides with all the nighttime scares that have been happening, everyone needs a bit of luck. Don’t ya think?” She shrugs, placing it onto the counter.
Do others also get that nightmarish tiger in their dreams? You thought of asking her about it. “Nighttime scares?”
“Yeah, haven't you heard—wait; you did just wake up after a month—OH! I have much to tell!” She sparked, glancing behind you to see a customer. She turned around and yelled, “MA, COULD YOU TAKE OVER NOW? I’LL GO BUY SOME BREAD!” An older woman’s voice yelled back an affirmative answer, and your new friend popped out of the stall. Her mother? could be an aunt, stepped out from the back and into her spot. “Miwa, get the soft buns, alright?”
“Okay!” She waved her off. Grabbing you by the hand, she led you a little further from the market into the forest area.
“Your name’s Miwa?” You asked, eyes trained onto the natural obstacle course of not stepping into the mud of tripping on any pebbles.
“Hm? Oh, yeah.” She jumps over a branch. “There's a really nice log up ahead. My friends and I hang out around there all the time!” She laughed, leading the way.
“Ah~, well my name is—” Miwa cuts you off, giggling.
“I know your name, don’t worry.” You look at her horrified, soon laughing at her worried expression. “I mean, ever since teacher rescued you, you’ve been uh, like a Hero. The kid who survived in the Rotten fields. Notorious place of death, many don’t survive…” Her voice fizzled out. “Uhm, yeah most cannot survive the beasts that lay there.”
You feel worried, saddened by her distracted eyes and frown. Trying to change the topic, you return to “What are these night terrors?” You almost tripped on a rock.
She smiles; face furrowed in confusion. Laughing lightly, she mutters quietly. “Huh? night terrors…Oh! You mean the nighttime scares?”
“Aha,” There, the holy log laid before you. Sitting in a small clearing.
“Here we are!” She plops down, and so do you. Finally relaxing your shoulders, you place the basket down beside your feet.
Once again, this tranquility soothes your nerves away, a lullaby to stay awake to. The forest song welcomes you to the two. Leaves shake in greetings as a breeze kisses your cheek. The birds chuckle before flying off.
“So, the nighttime scares. Hmm, they started about a month ago, and people’s ankles were getting bitten. Mainly, men, women, and kids were only scared off. Some call it the devil, others report seeing a fox do all this.” The blue-haired girl giggled. “Can you believe it? A fox?”
You laughed along. It all sounds absurd. A fox biting men? Sounds like a wonderful dream… “Hey, Miwa?” Your smile dropped, eyes baring wide for the winds to cut tears into.
“Yeah?” She smiled gently, eyes slightly hesitant as your tone sounded serious, so suddenly.
“Uhm—how do I say this? —Have you seen this scary tiger in your dreams? Not aggressive or anything; it just sits there and watches. Stipes endlessly spilling off, with these daunting round eyes that want answers." You shivered at the thought…or the wind.
The forest no longer sung, quietude took over. She whispered, pure horror on her face for the briefest moment. Miwa hesitated; the words slowly left her mouth as she processed your words. With utter confidence, as if this was common knowledge to all. A brazen fact you cannot mistake for anything else. An equilibrium, the perfect answer from a long equation. A fact.
“People don’t dream.”
The clouds draped over the sun, stealing away all that warmth. A chill ran down Miwa’s spine. In a panic, she glanced around the surroundings and there, deep within the forest echoed the cracking of branches beneath steady paws.
Then a howl.
She waited no longer to find out, grabbing your hand and running back with you. Tears escape your eyes from the wind blowing at you two once more. The world had stopped for a moment. A very brief moment. How odd…
Upon reaching the main street of the market. The busiest hours have ended, people were still strolling through, bards were singing songs of jolly, and that white cat is sitting in the center of the street.
She held your hand tight, looking back to make sure you guys were safe. "That was scary.” She laughed it off.
Something was missing. “Oh dear!”
Startling her. “What! What is it?”
“The basket of, of berries and fruits! The one you gave me, I left it by the log. In the hurry, I couldn't pick it up, oh noo.” Too scared to go back, you crouch onto the ground, trying to calm your breathing. Your chest began to sting after the sudden run. Your legs were pained, and bending your knees hurt. Yet, the sudden purring of a familiar feline settled your doubts and pains.
Miwa patted your back. Helping you up, as she held your arms and back. “Hey, there-there, it's alright. I’ve grown plenty, don't fret.” She noticed the kitty. Squealing with joy. “AHHH KITTYYY!!!” Deafening your ears. You sit down onto the cobble road to rest yourself.
You tried laughing it off but doubt forever lingers. Why did it howl? Tigers do not howl. There should be no wolves near…You two were barely inside the forest, how was such a heavy creature nearby? Why hadn't it attacked? You two were defenseless. Completely defenseless. Surely it wasn't those beasts. Those nightmarish creatures…no, they belong to the rotten fields. They couldn't live in such happy and populated areas in the bright, where the sun can shine.
What was that?
Glancing up, the two of them were strolling towards the market. “Guys!” You struggle onto your feet, following fast after them. “Wait up!”
The Sun was lying lower in the sky, perhaps two hours before sunset? The market still seemed as mystical as before. Constant conversations with bickering bargains. There were many elderly people buying fruits and vegetables around you. All the stalls and shops had some people, but this one, right before your eyes, had none. No customers. Yet, strangely, Miwa made a detour towards it. Weapons were laid about as toys. This seller’s lair was laced with a taste of prestige and honor. A green-haired girl sat at the front, bangs covering her eyes as she yawned.
“Hey! Mai! Wake up!” Miwa ran over to the front of the stall, waving her eager hands at Mai. Her radiant beam instantly disrupted the sleepy bird’s rest.
The swords lady groaned. “Miwa shut uuuupp,” she sat erect, sizing you up and down. “Oh? And you are...?”
Miwa teased, “C’mon, you know~” The other only rolled her eyes.
“Of course I do. You’re the fool who ventured to the rotten fields alone.” She turned around and picked up a dagger. Scoffing, she reaches her hand out. “You're lucky to even be alive.” She had a mean look in her eyes. If she were an apex predator, she would have bitten your head off by now. You hesitate to step back, holding onto your satchel strap.
Miwa stomps her feet like an annoyed parent. “Be nice. She just recovered.” Glancing over to you with an apologetic sigh, on her friend’s behalf. Your eye contact cut mid second as a sharp and shiny blade reflected your own eyes instead of the blue girl’s.
“Here.” Shrugged Mai. Placing the silver dagger onto the countertop.
You blink at her. One hard blink.
Just how friendly are these people? Who gives away freshly picked berries that could have fetched a fine price and a perfectly shiny dagger with a blade more reflective than rivers?
She sighs, calling you a blundering buffoon underneath her breath. “You.”
“Yeah?” You felt a little startled, going right into defensive mode. She might just go off on you, berate you for your injuries, for going alone to fight at the rotten fields...Alone? Wait, just why had you gone? You were not alone. You know that well. Speaking off friends...where were they?
“Hello? Snap out of your daydreams.” Mai curtly snapped her fingers before your face. Laughing, once your frazzled eyes met her. She leaned onto the table, picking up the dagger and swirling it between her fingers. “That shaft of yours seems ushed and battered, I doubt your daggers of any sharpness. It’s as good as shrapnel to reuse if you ask me.” She sighed as if this were the most obvious bit of knowledge in the world. Miwa, the cat cradled in her arms, tilted her head, unaware of your dagger that hung at your belt loop. “Give it to me.” She instructs you.
As offended as you were, you handed over your weapon. Sure enough, that thing has definitely seen some heroic days. A chunk of the blade was missing. HOW?? The edges were roughed up and the leather on the handle was worn and torn, slowly comin off. It smelled awful. Yeah, that weapon of yours has definitely seen some better days. Probably survived through the worst of ‘em.
She gave you a nasty look and threw that thing to the back. Gagging, as she looked you over with disgust. “You are not using that piece of cow dung.” Nose pinched high, her lips turned to a frown, even the cat woke up and freed itself from Miwa’s grasp. Just to get away from that stank.
The blue girl giggled as you reluctantly took the finer, silver dagger and placed it onto the belt loop. Yes, the green girl had you throw away that worn shaft. Not that it mattered to you; not anymore. Accepting defeat, she looked down on you, because she's taller, with a triumphant smirk. “Weaklings like you need a better weapon than that to protect yourselves.” She chucked.
“Did you make that dagger? It looks really good.” Miwa piped up, looking at Mai.
The latter seemed offended at the mere thought that she would create something so disgusting and worthless. Coughing up a sound of disgust, she chuckled. “Please, my worst creations compete with my sister’s best.” She rolled her eyes, smiling with pride. You scoffed. Did this Mai girl seriously just throw her least-favored item at you? No wonder she sold it without a cost. She threw you her trash! But as they say: One man’s trash is another man’s treasure. The dagger still seemed effective and sharp. Better than what you had previously.
“Have you heard of the Fox that’s been roaming around at night?”
“Miwa, please, everyone knows about that rabid dog.” She groans, turning around to sharpen a blade.
“Strange, don’t you think? Animals here are rather peaceful.” Miwa replied, pouting at Mai’s snarky response.
You stood, being one with the dancing grass for this conversation.
“Haven’t you heard the rumors?” She glanced around, whispering. “That mut’s face if odd. Those of the men who have survived say it looked like the fox had a leather orange fox mask on.”
Stunned, you gasp, catching her attention. Miwa was holding onto your arm by now, shivering in her own boots. “That’s quite unsettling.” She quivered; her fear soon turned into playful anger upon witnessing her friend’s sneaky smirk fighting through. “Why would you say that! Now I’m gonna have nightmares~” She whined, shaking your shoulders.
Mai halted her work to lean over the counter and pinch your cheeks. “Ha! Ya goin’ ta shit yourself or somethin’, go cry to mommy about your nightmares too, okay?” With a feigned caring baby voice, she cooed at you.
“Oh, please, you’re lying. How would an animal even wear a mask?” You reason back, crossing your arms.
“Why would a fox go rogue and attack people? Men, to be specific?” She retorts, mimicking your confidant face and cocking a brow.
Miwa coming between you two. “Alright, that’s enough. I still need to buy bread.”
You remembered the list that the strange doctor lady gave you. To buy some bread. “Oh, I do too.” You sheepishly mention. Looking up at the sky, washed over by an orangish blue blend. Huh, time sure flew by.
The two of you bid farewell to Mai and run down the cobbled road towards the Town’s most favored bakery. According to Miwa, it is owned by a really sweet lady. Upon nearing the building, it seemed adorable. With small tables lined up before the front windows. As the two of you entered, bells chimed to announce your arrival. The store was rather empty, with only a blond-haired older man sitting at the window seat with a cup of tea and a delicious sandwich before him. His eyes were trained onto the piece of paper in his hands, a newspaper perhaps? Though it was smaller than most of what you remembered.
The sales lady greeted you both with a bubbly smile. “Why are you two out so late?”
“Well, I was busy showing her around the market,” Miwa shyly admitted, scratching her head. “I came to buy those soft buns my mother always buys!”
The sales lady chuckled, lightly scolding her about distractions, before walking to the back and bringing out a basket of bread buns. There were plenty. The lady was packing about ten of those into another basket for your friend to take home. Wrapping them in red and white checkered cloth. “Here you go, dear.” She hands them over to bubbly Miwa. You giggle at their adorable interaction, yet over Miwa’s shoulder, you could see the man longingly stare at the bakery lady’s smile. The sight itself warmed your heart with a longing for someone. But who would that person be? You cannot remember. Not now, because the lady is staring at you.
“And what about you, young one?”
“I was told to buy bread,” You blurted out, feeling embarrassed at her motherly chuckle. You rummage in your satchel. “Uhm, ah---here!” Pulling out two gold coins, you put them onto the counter. “The, uh, oh, I don’t know her name, the ahh healer lady! Yes, the doctor asked me to buy some bread for her, so could I have the same bread buns as hers? Just without the basket.” You politely ask, fiddling with your bag strap. Who knew a pretty woman could make you so nervous?
As you reached forward to receive your buns wrapped in cloth, the bandage wraps poked out from under your hands. Earning a concerned gasp from the sweet lady. “Oh dear! What happened?”
You smile back, now that she brought your attention back to your wounds; they began to hurt and sting. “I woke up today.”
“Ah?” The lady looked at you, confused.
Miwa nudged you, making you hiss. “She means from a month-long coma.”
“Ahh, so you’re the kid they found?!” Now it's her turn to be stunned. The bread lady scratches her head, groaning. As if she couldn’t remember something. “Ahh, what was it called? Oh, whatever, my great-grandmother used to make this specific herbal tea for all the knights who went out into the Rotten fields to keep their souls and sanity.” Racking her brains, she told you both to wait. Running to the back of her store.
A calm, soothing voice spoke up. “Yarrow and Astragalus.”
Both girls turn around to stare at this man’s random, albeit helpful, interjection. Perhaps the golden-haired fellow felt bashful, as he apologized. “My apologies, I meant not to overhear or interject myself into your conversations. However, since the answer is what I know, I thought it best not to shield.”
You thanked the kind man, while Miwa had a few questions. “That’s impressive, mister! How do you know?” He placed his book down to fully engage in the conversation, adjusting his glasses lower on his nose bridge.
“I served as a knight during my younger days. I still drink this brew, regardless of whether I am entering those fields or not.” His laugh was airy, gaze melting into the fading sunlight. Miwa continued conversing with the man as you began to look around the store, thinking.
He might have been reminiscing about his youth, perhaps of someone close from those days. Maybe a bubbly, charming guy, the type that would complement his standoffish and awkward personality. Did he even have friends? He seems quite content with solitude.
The thunder of stumbling footsteps returned. Bangs stick to her forehead as she consumes all the air in the room. “The plants,” she stops her speech to breathe. After regaining some breath and dignity, she resumes. “The plants my granma’ mentioned were Yarrow and Astragalus. A pearlish little bundle of smaller flowers and a striking purple, pinkish plant.” She announced proudly.
You produce sounds of understanding; your eyes are more fixated on the thick little book in her hands. That man’s voice spoke up again. “The former allows for wounds to heal faster, while the latter betters the overall health of the person.” He states gently.
Impressed, the lady chuckles. “You seem to know a lot, there.” She glances over at the stunning customer. The golden gleam was slowly slipping away from his face. As the evening dawned on her. “You two, go. It’s getting late, here.” She extended her hand with the book.
Miwa shakes her head before glancing at you. “You should take it. I already have one at home.”
You did your best in declining, but she insisted and had you pack it into your satchel with all the bred. Waving you both out the door, as it chimed once more.
The sun has set now, and the skies are painted purple. Another hour before dark. The streetlamps are all being lit up. The two of you stroll down the street. “I had a wonderful time with you today.” She smiled, halting in her footsteps. “I can go on my own, my home is quite near here. Thank you for escorting me home and run back safely! The Doctor’s house is quite far from here.” She patted your back and waved you goodbye. You watched as she walked down the street, fading over the hill’s bend.
A chill down your spine. It is cold once more. The road back home, the Doctor's place is your temporary residence, she surely wouldn’t mind. Down the path straight is the roof you shall sleep under. It was a long way down. The town has lost its fairy touch. No longer made for a story of childish glee; it made one's skin crawl and flee.
The moon shone brightly down the path, guiding you home. A gentle hand, a protector. Not all beauty is lost at night. The forest sings a lullaby to itself, soon delving into a blissful slumber.
Then a crunch.
From behind.
You dare not glance back. You know exactly what it was. All the rumors you heard? By almost everyone you met. Why now? Why you? You walk faster. Perhaps you just imagined it. It might’ve been your own footsteps, after all, and it's just your paranoia and fear taking over.
Your heart sank. Fear is fully seeping into your mind.
The sound of leaves crunching also quickens in pace.
You take off running. Like a soaring kite in summer’s day. Unable to look back, your feet take you wherever. Stumbling over the cracks in the road. You hear a lady laughing behind you. Tears slip out of your eyes as you
Run through the market, past all the stalls. All who looked so lovely during the day now haunting and daunting at night.
Making a detour through the bushes, you ran wherever your feet took you. Through the sleeping forest, jumping over branches as the follower neared your rear.
It’ll eat you next time! That creature is a horror!
The log! You reach for your dagger, yet as you do, you trip over a tree’s leg. Landing right onto the ground, hitting the log.
Your heart is racing. Glancing around you see...
No one.
After a moment, your body aches terribly.
Then a crunch. One after another. Two auburn ears poke out from under the bushes.
A fox.
A FOX???
It lunges at you.
With your right hand you swiftly bring forth your dagger and slash its arms. That green girl had not lied. It truly looked terrifying. It was as if it wore a child’s mask.
Fighting it off with your legs, kicking. You reach back with your left hand, grabbing at nothing until you squish something.
The berries!
You grab a handful and throw it at the fox. Woh seems distracted by the scent.
Granting you the perfect opportunity to strike. You hold it down with both hands and climb atop it. With the silver dagger, you pry its mask off. You don’t know why. It just felt right.
A flash of light came to be. Blinding you entirely.
Your eyes black out. Vision? GONE.
As if all the exhaustion of the day crashed into your body at once.
You passed out.
Yawning, you are woken up by two familiar voices chatting beside you in rushed tones and worried tongues. Afraid for your safety, you blink open your eyes. Heart rate accelerating once more. Sitting up to see...the doctor? With a girl? Who? ...!
You groan, weak, whispering her name. Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.
Satoru's head swirls with theorums, equations and you. Fantasies that shall never seek daylight. He loves you. Loves you lots, too deeply. Too much for staying friends, more than being besties (That's how you call it).
He's known you for two years. You've seen his ugly, booger faced bratty behaviour from a year ago—not that much changed, he's still a bitch—but now he's better! Suguru libarated him.
So why?
Why won't you confess you like him back?
He knows you're smart. You think you're a fool, but thats a lie you both play into. On a particularily bad day, you offered him an umbrella and the test answers. He's had heart eyes since.
Driving both Suguru and Shoko up the fucking wall with his endless yapping. They know your life better than you do. If a kahoot game on your life was in session you'd be in third place. Mr. Nonchalant blue eyed king, forever a winner is first, mother chainsmoker is second by ten points. Suguru, on a good day would be neck to neck with Gojo.
Why won't you like him? He's born perfect! All the ladies want him. The typical shojo boy everyone drools over. His luscious locks, giant blue orbs, muscular biceps and grippable waist.
You once called him Y/n and he laughed it off. Searching up the terms and memes before bed then walking into class with a soggy face about how he thinks you hate him. Safe to say you all laughed at him and he had you on your knees apologising.
Still at his desk, he daydreams about that punushment. He should have had you on your knees for another reason.
The strongest, Gojo, blushes a shade of straberry jelly every time the inapropriet thought of kissing you crosses his mind. God forbid anything more than that.
The strongest, Geto, teases him about it. And everytime he runs to Shoko for a saviour she stabs him twice as hard.
She glances around to make sure you're in earshot. "Why did you blush staring at her?" Twirling her lolly with a smirk.
Mr. IHateMonkeys pulls up with a snide remark. His hauntingly sing-songy voice ringing in Satoru's ears. "Oh, c'mon Satoru~" The two devils do a fist bump, watching him turn a deeper shade of red. All signs of confidence erased from his face.
Dignity? Gone.
He can only wish you didn't hear them. But from the tips of your ears matching his, he doubts it. Saw you walking away with one of Suguru's curses, his heartbeat throbs faster.
Watching you kiss the cute creature bubbled a newfound envy in him. Satoru marched over to you, face poisoned by blush.
Gaze darting everywhere else, arms on his hips he announces. "Me next!" In a rather meek voice.
Early spring weather had everyone second guessing their wardrobe. Training had been cancelled due to the downpour outside.
What a shame.
The first thing Megumi feels upon entering his room was the slight breeze brushing past him. The second feeling was a rush of blood to his bashful cheeks.
His monotone voice, softening at the sight of you curled up in his bed. Fully wraped in his blanket. The only way he knew it was you is because of the little tuft of hair that poked out, onto the pillow.
"Why are you in my bed?" Placing his bags to the side.
"To warm it up for you." You groan, rolling over to face the wall. He smiled. Placing some books on his desk before he moved on to change his clothes.
He never liked shsring his personal space with anyone. Yuuji would have to beg to step foot into his dorm, let alone lay on his bed? Megumi would drag him by the foot onto the floor.
He's had a soft spot for you. Everyone knew that, including you. And you took full advantage of it. Testing his boundries, this being one of them.
Out of the 6 months, and weekly life threatening missions, sameday last week was the day he first held your hand. Unprompted. Out of his own free will! Insane right? Maybe because you were slipping on the wet terrain and he caught you—but that's not important.
You were fully expecting to get thrown off the bed by now. Craning your neck around to see what he was doing. However, your eyes just happened to land upon a rather muscular back. Squeaking out a yelp before completely caccooning yourself in his blanket.
Slight blush crept onto his cheeks as he wore his stunning outfit. Black t-shirt and grey sweats. Trudging over, he pulled back the covers revealing a blushy idiot on his bed.
You sit up, sighing. A taste of heaven is more then enough for you. "I accept defeat." Placing both your hands up. Guilty, written all over your face with red.
To you suprise he grumbles a little "No" before grabbing your hand and pulling you down onto the bed. Tucking both of you in, he smiles facing you.
You chuckle. "Well if it isn't Mr.Nonchalan—" Your words are muffled by a plushie's ass smothering your face. He giggled, pulling you closer to his chest after removing that plush.
"Yeah yeah, and Mr.Nonchalant will remove these privalages if you continue bring annoying."
He humms, brushing your hair, lulling you to sleep.
By a strange turn of events, you and Shoko have to go on a mission in Miyagi. Three days away from Jujutsu Tech, having the time of your lives fighting. Gojo's also fighting for his life. He feels boxed, missing you.
(hehe, see what i did there, boxed = prison realm)
《Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Reader》
《Word count: 4.2k 》
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Late winter Monday mornings were chilly. Since the boy's dorm was further away, you and Shoko opted to run to class together. A result of having your dorms side-by-side. Classes usually began at nine.
So, Shoko, ever the genius, always wakes up at 8:59. Now it's become a routine that you drag her out of bed. Every morning. Force her to maintain hygiene, pack her bag partially, and run out the door with her. By some stroke of luck, you two always make it in before Mr. Yaga.
Today was no different. However, Mr. Yaga said that this week there'd be a special mission and today would be the day he'd announce who goes.
Now all four of you second years knew which duo he would choose. The strongests. A title meant for one, shared by two. To be fair, you and Shoko had gone out on the previous "special mission" so it would make sense to send the boys.
Therefore, you two made your way over with ease and leisure. Admirirng the sunrise, breathing in the crisp air, taking deep breaths.
"Hey, Sho"
"Yeah?"
"Don't you get sick from fresh air?"
She lets out an airy chuckle, reach into her pocket for a cigarette. Handing you the lighter. "I do, thanks for the reminder dear." She placed the roll between her lips, eyeing you.
You both halt your steps, she watches with a loving gaze. How you pathetically fiddle with her shitty lighter. She gave you the wrong one on purpose. This shit stopped functioning a week ago, but stopping a hectic morning to be with you a second longer doesn't sound bad.
She reaches for her functioning lighter, the one she swooped from Geto yesterday. Her monotone voice chuckled with a mischivieous tone she expressed her gratitude. "Such a cute little thing you are." Lighting her own smoke, she plucked the shitty lighter from your hands and began speed walking.
"Sho? hey—Wait up!"
Meanwhile, in the classroom the boys were fighting each other using the brooms as weapons. Gojo began at the window side, Geto at the door.
They were tasked with morning classroom clean-up duty as punishment for fucking up a previous mission. Caused bit too much of a scene.
An intense scene. Geto was whiping around the broom in full offense. Striking the air with speed. Making it hard for Gojo to attack. He has no choice but to defend! Summoning random boxes and bins to block his attacks.
Focused on their swift movements and fight, Gojo forgot to check if Mr.Yaga was approaching or not. Gojo threw a spinning broom towards Geto, who skillfully doged it.
The door swung wide open.
Both boys turn with dread and fear dancing on their faces. They were so in trouble. There stood a figure at the door with a bump on their head. After fully processing who it was, safe to say even Shoko laughed.
Because, at the door was not Yaga, but you. With a reddish bump on the side of your forehead.
"GOJOOOOOOO—!" You grab hold of that broom and lunge towards him. While you were beating a defenseless Gojo, because God forbid he uses his infinity the revenge will become even worse, Shoko was returning Geto lighter, throwing the shitty one out.
The sun was beaming through the grey clouds, by the time Mr. Yaga came to class. By that time, you had Gojo kneeling and apologising. He whispered, with a cheeky tone, to you, before Yaga started speaking "Try not to miss me when I'm gone."
"Good morning, kids." He announced in a tired voice.
The rest of you repeat after him in equally tired voices.
"About the outer-mission. The board decided to send the girls instead."
"What?" Three of you blink in shock. You and Shoko glance at each other. She sat by the window to your left, on your right was that snobby broom-licker and his accomplice.
Gojo yells with too much energy for an early morning class. "WHAAAT—SENSEI ARE YOU SURE?"
"Indeed." He turns towards the two of you. "You two will be going to Miyagi. Accomodations have been booked and sent to your emails. Uhh, departure will be tomorrow at 11—go by the bullet train—and the entire mission is three days long. You are tasked with exorcising a list ranging from third to semi first grade curses."
You were processing the information given. Glancing over to Shoko, who had nothing behind her eyes. She was going to ask you about it afterwards.
Classes till noon went as normal. Geto wanted to cook something for Lunch, so you were on Gojo duty.
It is the worst when he gets whiny and cligny. Attached to your hip, like a bestfriend. Following you around your room, like a puppy kicked to the curb. Desperate for your attention, like a soon-to-be-widow watching her husband go off to war.
"Text me everyday!" He stood awkwardly beside you, while you were knealt over your dresser packing your undies away.
"Aha, sure."
"Make sure to eat proper meals, alright? Don't skip just because you're tired!" He begins to scold you. He's getting on your nerves. "Gojo, go sit on my bed."
He pouts. "Not Toru?" Glasses were on your desk the moment he came in. You could clearly see his eyes gloss over, before he turns away. "Fine, Toru."
"Yeah?" His head perks up.
"On the bed. I need to pack for tomorrow."
"Yes ma'am~" He chuckled, eyes still prickling. Gojo plops onto your bed, taking up the entire space.
"Why don't you put your glasses on? Don't your eyes hurt?"
"Nah, I'm the strongest afterall." He smirked. He lied. He doesn't want to admit that he'll miss you. That the reason his glasses are off is to have a clearer memory of you while you're gone.
As youre busy packing away your clothes, looking into the mirror holding up different clothing combos for three days, you catch his eyes staring right at you.
This isn't your first time. Last time you went on a mission like this with him two months ago. You did well. As much as he let you, anyway.
Why's he acting so attached to you anyway? Why isn't he harassing Shoko? Such a caring bestfriend he is. Most of the time it is you who has to remind him of these things.
He's usually the one who never eats full or proper meals when stressed. Skipping food most days, he just eats snacks and sweets. Never admits to getting sick or feeling weakness.
Always forgets to keep in touch with you when he's away. One time, few months ago, you had to call Suguru—mind you, he picked up right away—to ask if Satoru was alive or not. He was, to your annoyance, very much alive and well watching digimon! His comfort show. Of course you got mad at him.
But that was back then. Besides, he made it up by spending most his afternoons with you for a week.
But right now? You could use a moment without him. Talking your ear off, its clear he just wants to look after you, but damn. You're not a baby.
"If you have any, like problems or anything, just, y'know call me. I can help you! Teleport and be there in a jiffy!" He giggled, like he always does with Suguru. Just as a best friend.
You slightly loosen the reigns on your temper and snap at him. "I'm not a baby. I understand you can't trust me to be on my own, but I can handle myself. Beside you've seen me—"
He sits up on his elbows, intrrupting you hurriedly to prevent this misunderstandjng from growing. "What? No, that's not what I meant."
You turn around, facing him, tired. "Then what? Don't tell me the strongest cares for a weakling like I?" You laugh, blandly. He sat up straight at the edge of the bed, feet planted onto the ground.
Satoru may act dumb most of the time, but he knows you. He had overstepped a boundry. Extending a hand, which you took, he pulled you in closer. Stumbling into his embrace, your hands take comfort on his shoulders as you stood between his legs.
"Toru, what—"
"I'm sorry. I know I sound real hypocritical right now. Yes, I do care. Of course I would care, you're my—" He pauses, looking up at you, reaching a hand to poke your cheek. As much as it hurts to say, he whispers "my best friend."
For a moment, you let the words sink in. Eyes straying away from his, feeling dejected. Best friend is all you'll ever be to him. Glancing back into his hopeful eyes. Gojo looked at you puzzled. A rare look on that know-it-all bratty face of his.
"Why are you looking at me like that? With those eyes..." He trails off, looking at you—no, into you. The gaze of one who is intriguied by an anomoly and wishes to investigate it further. He wants to sink deeper into you.
This day has been exhausting. Especially getting slimed by those cursed plushies of Mr Yaga. Annoyingly ass cute creatures.
You reply, quietly. "What eyes?" His endless questions never tire you.
What does is having to remind yourself that he's just a best friend. That you two will never share wsrmth under one blanket a rather chilly night. Waking up next morning to a pile of white fluff next to your head with his limbs dangling off the bed. It wouldn't be such a far fetched dream...since he's already on your bed, but the odds of it happening are slim.
The chances of getting your best friend loving you back are low. Very low. And you probably have ass luck in gacha games, so we all know how this story is going to play out.
Besides, you coudln't tell him you were upset because you're his best friend. He deserves to be with someone on his level. Someone he loves. Someone that fucking clan approves of. Hell, he'll probably live a luxorious, long life with heirs to dominate Jujutsu society, who knows?
As amazing as you are, he truly is different. You try to not let it get to you. The feeling that he will soon leave you. Grow distant and despise you for existing.
You know you shouldn't let such doubts plague your mind and yet, you let it happen. It slips through the crack occasionally. Brushing your fingers along his cheek cure your doubts by dissolving them.
"You look miserable." Gojo softly mutters, lying down and pulling you with him.
"Hey—!" These student beds barely fit one person comfortably and now there's two of you. After a few moments of struggle, you were comfortably splayed out on top of him, a blanket covering you both.
Whenever the four of you have sleepovers everyone sleeps on two matresses on the floor, slightly piked on top of each other. Legs entangled, arms in others faces and all.
So, this isn't your first sleeping with Satoru. Definitely the first time with the two of you together. Just the two of you.
Burying your face into his chest, to hide away the blush burning away your insides. Feeling a yawn take flight from your throat you cozy up on him, drowsy.
Gojo chuckles, hugging you tightly. "You seem reslly sleepy. I'll wake you up early so you can finish packing, alright?" He poked your cheek as you hum in response.
You knew he could handle your weight. He's carried you countlesd times. Whether that be when you were wounded or simply because he wanted to equip you. You'll end up on the floor anyway. Gojo moves a lot in sleep. You've gotten kicked in the back by him and his stinky feet.
He began to ramble on about the crestion of the digimon franchise. Yet, somewhere throughtout the lecture you fell asleep. He stroked your hair, while his other arm was situated on your back to keep you stable.
Satoru never thought he'd get so attached to someone like this. Only after bring granted this freedom last year, he had read every shoujo and shonen manga, watched any and all kinds of movies and read books on love.
He thought it was all for normal people, not Jujutsu sorcerers. All the people he grew up around were miserable. He was barely around his parents. Satoru had been lacking that deep, warm connection until he met you guys in first year.
Well, he had met the other two first. You had joined later in the year, and that year he understood what those shoujo main characters were feeling when their love interest gave them the slightest sliver of attention.
Gojo's milky blue eyes scan your sleeping form with deep adoration, like he does everyday. However, he doesn't understand how you haven't noticed through his pitch-black glassess. He yawns like a cat and shuts his eyes.
When a room light is on, most would rightfully assume that the person inside is awake. So, Shoko knocks once, twice...no answer? Your room's oddly quiet. She cracks the door open slowly to find the two of you cuddling, asleep. Sneaking over, she snaps a bunch of pictures to send to Geto and for delicious blackmail from you.
As she was leaving, she turned the lights off. Chuckling to herself as she walked away, "Hah, they fell asleep before dinner. How cute~ I should also go pack..." She continues down the hall to Suguru, towards the dining/kitchen area.
Geto raised his brows, chuckling while chewing. “Did Satoru tire her to death?” Drinking down his food, he smiled up at her.
“Seems like it, they’re asleep.” She shrugged.
“What? Seriously?”
Ieri took a bite of her rice. Looking at him deadpan. “Yeah”
“You’re telling me they’re asleep? Did she knock him out on the floor?”
She grinned like the Cheshire cat from Alice in Wonderland. “Worse. You owe me a cig, hah~” She sighed, emptying half her plate in one go.
“Woah there,” Geto handed her a glass of water. “Ever learned to chew? You’re gonna shit bricks if you keep eating like that—”
“I already do.” She responds with a laugh, making him cackle like a witch. “Besides, don’tcha wanna know more about those two?”
He sarcastically joked, taking another bite of his food. “Righht~ Oh, don’t tell me they're cuddling.”
“Yeah.” Suguru choked on his food. Not even drinking water helped, Ieri had to get up and hit him between his deltoids.
“Ow, OW—GIRL STOBITHURTS!” He whines, pout-glaring at Shoko. When Geto whines it's quieter, less mosquito-like and cuter. After regaining some dignity, he looks back up at her. Geto’s usual bunned up hair is not loose down his back and shoulders, bangs draped over his face. “They, they’re actually cuddling? Spooning?—did you get blackmail?” He giggles cheekily, a hand covering his mouth.
“Not spooning,” Shoko finishes her bite, before continuing. Pointing her chopsticks in the air while explaining. “More like Gojo was laying on the bed and she was on top of him.” She demonstrated by putting a sliced fish, which was you because you’re chopped, onto her rice.
“Aww, he’s actually doing something about that crush of his.” Suguru giggled, getting up to put the two untouched plates away.
Ieri glanced over at his plate, which barely had enough food on it from the start and that amount roughly still sits there. “Hey, Sugu, you barely ate anything. Eat some more.” She got up after him and fed him some from her bowl.
“Since when are you so caring?” He rolled his eyes, taking a bite. The two cleaned up the kitchen in a comfortable silence, before heading out for a smoke.
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Waking up to the sunrise dlapping you awake, the birds sing in your ears. A comforting melody woven together with snoring? You look around.
Youre on the bed, covered with your blanket. Wide awake, where the fuck is that snoring coming from? Sitting up, you rub your eyes to get that 20/20 vision.
On the ground was your half packed suitcase and bag, outfit for tomorrow and a crooked Gojo.
You slap yourself. “Okay, I’m not dreaming. What the fuck.” It takes a few seconds to fully process who’s on your bedroom floor. Who best to get answers from then the roach on the ground? “OI! DIPSHIT WAKE UP!” You threw a pillow at him.
He groans. Voice deeper than usual, a lot softer eithout that annoying whiny baby edge. “Noo~ stop, this is the best sleep I’ve had in weeks.”
“On the floor?” Two cricket chirps pass as Gojo blinks his eyes open, confused.
His face contorts dramatically, placing a dainty hand onto his forehead feigning worry. “How does her majesty feel spending the night with her peasant? Kicking me off the bed!”
You roll your eyes, playing along. “Ah yes, me and my lofty 60cms off the ground. Her majesty slept well without the constant pestering of her foolish peasant.” You laugh, reaching a hand out to him. Which he gladly took with a grin, pulling himself onto your bed.
Those doubts of imperfecrion fade away as you look into his silly eyes. “Good morning, princess.”
Rolling your eyes you only look at him and laugh with him. There was something overly happy about Gojo here, beside you. Laughing till his face is pinkish, could be mistaken for blush.
Feels like he’s savouring the moment. Fighting every urge in your body to jump that boy and tackle him into a cuddle till you forget all the curses of this world. The first one was being born.
He noticed that sombre expression you harboured in your eyes. It felt restricted and yearning. His six eyes tell him you're troubled, so why do you smile with such warmth? Won’t you tell him? Best friends tell each other everything, don't they?
Before he could urge a word out the door swung open. “TWO BEST FRIENDS IN A ROOM—!” Geto bursts in, wearing his uniform, laughing. Shoko recording right behind him.
She continued. “They might kiss~”
Gojo.exe has stopped working.
You were equally red, hiding your face into a pillow.
“I-I’ll get going, uhm safe travels girls!” Gojo hurried out of there with Geto running after him.
Not having processed what happened, Shoko walked in, chuckling. “Get up loser! If we don’t leave in the next hour we’re gonna be late and Yaga’s gonna kill us.”
You glance up at her with the most pathetic face you have ever sported. “Oh shit your face is red.” She ruffled your hair, sitting onto your bed. “Ya should’ve seen the look on his face.”
“Weren’t you recording?” Already exhausted from the day.
“Oh right!” She digs in her pockets for her phone and found it to be still recording. You watched the entire footage of them conspiring against you two, giggling in front of your door before bursting in. At the end Gojo was a shade of red you had never seen. He looked sickly.
You sat there processing everything by spilling every action and detail that happened last night to provide reason as to why you had a boy in your room. By the end of the story she was cackling on the ground, she never had such a hard time breathing.
The day moved on and you two eventually packed up and left in time to reach your train and head towards Miyagi. You fell asleep on her shoulder during the ride, prompting her to take a pic and send it into the group chat that has all the Tokyo students—there’s like six of you in total.
‘She’s mine, boys’ She texts giggling at the others wishing safe travels and then there’s Geto instigating Gojo’s jealous ass.
Gojo Satoru said he could never find love. The clan never entertained the idea. They only told him to focus on getting dtronger. That’s why hes at Jujutsu Tech in the first place, to get strong.
So why is it that everytime he sees you in class every morning his resolve weakens?
Even last year when you two hated each other for no reason. Well, you hadn’t understood why, the otherwise bubbly boy was being so cold with you. You assumed it was because he’s not good with strangers? In the end he did open up to you.
Gojo could never admit to you that he was afraid of his walls weakening each time the two of you made eye contact. He’d go into alert mode and ramble into everyone else's ears about how treacherous your tactics were.
Now, in second year he’s seen enough movies, read enough books to be aware of the feeling. Never thought he would fall victim to this virus until he looked at you with a clearer vision. His six eyes being more understanding or perhaps it's just his perception that has changed.
He feels weak around you. Feels like himself and not the weapon this society needs. Not the strongest, to justify the imbalance he caused.
Feels like Satoru. Just himself. He’s afraid to loose you. Therefore, he’s afraid to be honest with himself and love you.
You’ve been gone for a day now. He gets pictures from the both of you posing selfies with the beat up bad guys bleeding out or of the food you guys are eating. The two of you have already finished with the entire assignment, which was supposed to take three days. Yaga allowed you two to enjoy the rest of your two days, as a sort of vacation.
Gojo felt his airways shut as the night fell and it was past 10pm. Alone in his room, he would be bothering Suguru, but he’s already asleep. Exhausted from the tough day mission they had.
“Hmm, I did sleep real good in her bed.” A stupid idea brewed in his head. Bubbling with mischievous joy. Because before he knew it, his feet were trudging towards your room. He plops down onto your bed, cuddling your plushies instead of you.
The second day, you and Shoko went shopping where there were good sales. You bought some balls from those gashapon machines. Her being an adult now, she could buy alcohol. So of course her ass bought two cans of Heineken. Both for herself. In her eyes you’re a baby—a year younger mind you—so no alcohol for you.
Of course you guys provide today’s treasures. A few balls with cute characters, sweets and snacks, collectibles and five cans of beer. All heineken. All Shoko’s doing.
While you two were having the time of your lives, killing curses and relaxing, the boys had to deal with hell back home. During training Gojo was so uncooperative that they had to have someone get him moving.
A cheery voice was trying to hype him up. “She’s gonna come back, no need to grieve, dude!” He yelled, hoping the flailing Gojo on the grass could hear him.
A deadpan blond emo spoke from beside him. Placing an arm on his shoulder. Handing gim a coke. “Haibara, here.” Nanami sighed, sitting down next to Mr.Giggles. “Satoru, she’s not dead, stop grieving.”
Geto chuckles, standing above the yearning mess. “Even our juniors are right, you truly are hopeless.”
“It’s not fair~! I want to be with her.”
Haibara whispers to Nanami "Isn't she single?”
“I dunno, maybe?”
Happy boy calls out to Gojo. “When are you confessing to her?”
Gojo only whines in defeat, as a response. Geto reassures him. “Give it some time, flirt with her some more to see if she’s really interested then confess by buying flowers.”
“You sure know a lot for a guy who's never dated—”
“Woah there Little Nanami, how would you know?” Suguru remarks, slight embarrassment blooms on Nanami’s cheeks. “Besides, I know how to treat women so, don't just assume—”
Satoru whines from below. ”He’s never actually gotten into a committed relationship!” Earning a kick to his ass.
Over in Miyagi, you and Shoko were watching movies together while you painted her nails.
That night Gojo lay awake in your bed, planting soft kisses onto your plushies pretending it's you. You scent lulling him into a sleep he’s never enjoyed before. Melting into your bed, pretending it's an embrace he never received from you. You hadn’t even wished him a goodbye, or given him a goodbye hug.
His greatest weakness might just be all the love he has grown and stored in his heart. Half of which is all monopolised on by you.
Now imagine your shock, when you come back a day early, around 9AM to see a sleeping Gojo Satoru with streaks staining his squishy cheeks.
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After a particularily easy mission in a residential district, the four of you decided to hangout at one of the local parks. Making a rucuss in these quiet, cute family home streets. Cloudless skies, winter's hold on the weather loosening.
"Shoko for the fifth time we are NOT BUYING BEER!" You yell at her, pulling her away from an off-lisence. "YOU'RE 16?? YOU LEGALLY CAN'T DRINK!!"
Shoko laughed, walking beside you. "Its alriightt~ heineken comes to mee~"
"What" In disbelief you look to the boys beside you.
"Wow, she already sounds drunk." Suguru pokes, chuckling. The lot of you were a lively bunch.
"You go girl! Sniff out the love of you life" Gojo laughed, making a run for the park in sight. "THE SWINGS ARE MINE!"
You chase after him. "YOU DON'T NEED BOTH OF THEM FATASS!" Jumping him from behind, you both tumble onto the ground. Pulling at your arm, he wouldn't let you get up. Not like you allowed it either.
"I'M NOT A FATASS!"
"YOU WERE LITERALLY FLOATING YESTERDAY SAYING SOME SHIT LIKE" You imitate his annoying voice and face with 100% accuracy. "Throughout McDonald's and BurgerKing, I alone am the hungry one." You get back to sitting on top of him and continue bickering. "THEN YOU INHALED FIVE, SATORU FIVE FUCKING BURGERS!"
He began to whine, at an earpiercing voice. "Whys that a probleeem? I WON FAIR AND SQUAREE!"
"Fatass."
"Asshat."
"Oi! You two! Quit cleaning the pavement!"
You both glance at Shoko who sits victorious upon the left swing.
"Yeah, stop squabbling. Idiots. Also, tickle Sstoru's right side!" Geto, sat on the right swing, yelled out to you.
Doing as instructed, you attack Satorh with a final move. As he yells in defeat "NO PLEASE NO AAAAHHHHH!" Shokowas laughing wildly, while Suguru yelled "K.O."
Satoru final loosened his grip on you, allowing you to get up. Yet, for somereason you coudln't walk away. Maybe there was a guilt eating you from inside? Or maybe—just maybe—it was that dead albino roach leaching onto your ankle!
"TORU GET OFF ME!" You shake your legs, yet the roach is ever relentless. Whining, he sits up reaching a hand out.
"Oh, great the seniour citizen needs a hand standing up?" You tease, but he doesn't reply. Only flashing those huge ass bright blue orbs at you. Puppy dog eyes, his master move and unfortunately, your weakness.
You extend your hand. Big mistake.
She yelled a bit too late, in her monotone voice she calls out with affection. "It's a trap!"
By that time, you were already on his lap.
Gojo boasts triumphantly "Hah, I won!" You squeeze his cheeks.
Geto chimes in "Technically, you both lost, because we have taken your swings." Making you both groan.
"And I'm getting a Heineken~!"
You and Geto reasonably groan "No," while Gojo giggles "You go girl!"
Teenage Gojo slightly distances himself out of jealousy, and soon the smoker duo knocks some sense into him and sends him out into the rain.
《Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Reader》
《Word Count: 2k》
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟
Chipper birds sing brightly outside to the getle carvings of pencils on papers. The classroom was quiet.
Mr. Yaga gone to do paperwork and other things for this half hour long break. Geto and Shoko dipped for a smoke break, leaving the two of you in this awkwardly comfortable silence.
The room felt large, having two of the three troublemakes gone leaving the last one quiet and focused on some homework. Even he sat at a distance, not too far since Shoko's desk was between you two. Not that it mattered.
He would never love you back.
His glasses rest on the table, books splayed open soaking in sunlight, born with scribbles of physics. He had bragged to Geto that he's takin higher level physics, because he is the strongest afterall.
The silence feels still. Too boring. You call out to him. "Hey." Disrupting this tranquil silence.
The breeze brushes past leaves, caressing the clapping leaves as they all pass for fruitful lives.
No response.
'How rude' you think before trying again. Got nothing to loose and too much time on your hands. You whisper his name with a sing-song ring to the end. "Satoruu~"
He grunts a response.
You sigh, melring into your chair, eyes wandering out the window frames. Truthfully, your friendship has been a strained one. From the start. He used to be really sweet, really.
Used to talk your ear off about his digimon collection, even showing you his collections and showcases! Something he only does to people he trusts and considers them as close friends.
Used to be near you, constantly. In some way, he always bothered you. You could've been showering and hed burst in whining about how he's "Dying from boredom, and you are the only one who can save him!"
Used to follow you around. From classess to your room. From finishing up missions together, he'd follow you to stores and use his six-eyes to predict your next move in rock-paper-scissor. To pay for you, of course. Fair and square.
Sulking onto the table, frown deepening into your once gleeful face. Its strange. He is. Since last week. When he had followed you after an easy day mission to one of your hangouts with a friend. A middle school male classmate of yours who you were catching up with.
Infact, it was a hangout arranged with others, many other girls, but he had arrived first. Possessed by an unknown force, Gojo felt this urge to get between you two. So, he did. Very calmly, he totslly didnt freak out on the dude, drape his arm around your shoulders and glance the other boy up and down from above his dark rimmed glasses.
You introduced him as a friend, current classmate and after a but of small talk the others had arrived and Gojo had bid his farewells.
Your girl friends were fawning over him for a few days afterwards, but that was it.
The doors slammed open, snapping you out of your daydream. The smokers have returned with snacks!
His silky voice purrs his name. "C'mon now Satoru," Geto's voice whispering as he sat down. "Tell her before I do, for you."
Gojo gasps in betrayl, snatching a sweet out the plastic bag. "Hmm, dunno."
"When are ya gonna stop acting like a petulant child?" Shoko bonked his head with his favourite juice bottle, placing onto his table. Soon she sat down, facing you and handing the entire plastic bag of goodies to you.
"Is he still ignoring you?" The queen of subtlety loudly asked. Getting nudged in the back by Gojo.
"Yeah, I think he hates me." You shrug, feeling no shame. So what if he hears? What's he gonna do? Talk to you? He'd rather get cut in half vertically then speak to you, at the moment.
Gojo's eyes go wide in shock, while Geto spares him a knowing look.
Shoko continues. "Right, so how was that reunion thing this weekend?"
"Its was boring. Didn't stay long."
Shoko looked schoked, as if someone had told her another version of the events. Geto had leaned back in his chair, making eye contact with you, to ask "thought you met up with your boyfriend?"
Choking on air, you gasped. Shoko began to chuchkle, opening a bag of crisps. "As if she'd have one that's not—" You stuffed a snack in her mouth. She grinned. She had set you up.
"And who told you that?" You asked Geto, laughing with both of them. While you took a potato chip and ate it.
You both glance at Gojo, who's blushing a shade of guilty red.
Yaga walked into the classroom to continue in with some mathematics. Sneaking in bites, the rest of the day followed as usual.
Yet what you couldn't see were the lovelorn looks Gojo gave you mid class. Sneaking glances at you, shamelessly. At some point during the lesson he had gotten caught by Yaga who only scolded him to pay attention to the class. All that matyered is that you saw and giggled.
He thought to himself. 'Maybe I overreacted.'
The sun has fully set. You were studying in your room. In the afternoon, Gojo had burst into his bestie's room. Flailing on Geto's bed like some fish out of water. While the bed's owner was sitting on the floor, brushing his hair.
"What do I doooooooo"
"Like I told you before, get her apology flowers and say you're sorr—"
He whines at an earpiercing volume. "BUT THATS TOO ROMAANTIC!" Throwing a pillow at Suguru.
Who only sighed in response. Standing up and smothering Satoru with the pillow.
It was well past dinner time. The weather forecast wasn't lying when it said there'd be a downpour this evening. Resting at your desk, you heard a knock at the door. "Yes?" Then banging. "OKAY I'M COMING!!" Sighing, ready to knock someone out.
"GOJO IF YOU DON'T STOP BANGING-oh, Hi Shoko!!" It hurt a little to not see that towering goofball at your door, but Shoko seemed like she really needed your help.
"Hello beautiful," Shoko shimmied her way into your room.
"What do you want."
"Suguru wasnt picking up my calls, can't find either of them actually, and I need someone to go smoke with."
"No. Now, tell me why you're actually here."
"Oh, c'mon" Ruffling your hair. "Figured me out so soon, aren't you a smart girl." she chuckled. Plopping down onto your chair, she twirled a lollypop between her lips. "D'you still hate Satoru?"
"What?"
Her monotone voice replied. "Answer with yes or no, honey." She looked around your desk, memorising the answers you had written.
"Well, I mean I don't hate him, its jus..." You pause for a moment. Finding the words to say it. "I feel like he might've been jealous of that random old classmate of mine and now he's mad at me." Shoko only nods along for you to keep going. "It, I reslly like him and, and I just, fuck, I don't even know anymore."
Unimpressed she highlights "You still like him?"
"Yeah," You flop onto your bed. "I do, I really like him it's unfair. He's apart of some leading clan, strongest ever or whatever and is smart as hell. Why'd he—"
"Oh, you poor fool." She spoke, standing up and laying down beside you, poking st your cheek. "Think logically, smart girl, would an idiot like him think before acting? Yes, he seems like the smsrt type. Yet, he's acting so irrationally these days, y'know what that means?"
"Girl, why are you feeding my delusions." You gently shove her, whining. Making her laugh.
"But, you know what that means right?" You look back at her, ponder, then shake your head no.
She opened her mouth to speak, yet right st that moment her phone began to ring. Groaning, she got up and went to pick it up. "Oh my god, can't they leave me alone for a second?" She gpanced back at you. "I'll go take this call, dear." Hugging you good night before closing the door to your room. "Tell me how it goes~"
How what goes??
Rolling around on your bed, you reach for your phone when all of a fucking sudden there's a knock at the door.
You reluctantly get up, dragging your feet. "SHOKO I AM NOT GOING TO SMOKE WITH YOU—oh, shit." Before you stood the loser boy you fell in love with. His shoulders and hair damp, sniffling. Your eyes had met for a brief moment. Slightly bowing his head he extended, with both hands, a modest bouque.
He began his word vomit. "Uh, uhm I am sorry for...for being so distant this week I, I know it was a misunderstanding—well I know now, hah—I mean I might have overreacted, no I definitely did and I didn't mean to it just, ah." He paused to breathe, stumbling over his words.
"Wait, Satoru-"
"I let my jealosy take over and, and I was afraid you'd already foudn me boring and I felt unsure if you even wanted tk be my friend and I just, I like you and I was afraid you had a boyfriend, like-"
"Toru-"
"-someone you actually lived who wasn't me and it really scared me how much I liked you to the point I felt like distancing myself would lessen the pain but it only hurts more in my chest and I just wanted to apologise."
He was bowing 10° deeper each paragraph of a confession. "GOJO SATORU!" You shook his shoulders very aggressively.
Startling Satoru, he glanced up at you and that's when you got a good look at him. His eyes were glossy behind those glasses, face flushed, even the tips of his ears were redening.
"My government name? Did I mess up?"
"No, I—uhm how do I say this?—where you even paying attention to what you were spouting?" You could feel your cheeks fevereshly heat up.
"Yeah? I was apologising to you for beign distant because of that guy. He made me feel weirdly jealous and—to be transpersnt like Suguru told me—I told you how I truly feel."
"You told me how you truly feel."
"Yeah, why?" He tilted his head.
Grabbing him by the arms, you pull him into your room, closing the door.
"In other words..." You try leading him on to realise, yet the blush on your face makes him come to his senses quicker.
He glances down, recounting everything he had said. You could tell when he had realised, because his face dropped as he made eye contact with you.
His voice, panting, breathless. "I confessed." He couldn't hear you over his own anxious heartbeat.
"and I accept." You blush, not expecting to confess.
"Please don't think I'm weird I, I didn't mean it like...like—WHAT!"
You sigh, hugging him. "For a smartass you sure are slow." Laughing, as he hides his red face behind those large hands of his.
He mumbles out "Wait, no no nononono"
Your heat halted for a moment. "What do you mean no?"
"No, its, just I-uhm" His face was an unrecogniseable shade of red. Eyes darting everywhere but meeting yours. "I wanted to confess properly." He wraps your hands around his apology bouque, still avoiding eye contact. "So, uhm, are you free tomorrow, y'know after school and, and ah." One look at the love of his teenage dreams, you, has him reeling. Loosing his composure, reducing him to a blabbering mess once more.
While the two lovebirds discussed their morrow's confessions, two smokers stood out in the hallways enjoying the petrichor kiss their faces.
Shoko's monotone contrasts the smirk that plays her lips. "I win."
Geto rolls his eyes, handing her another cigarette.
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