Your thoughts were elsewhere while you were at work today.
Why were you distracted?
Well, you were picturing yourself being the brattiest, neediest bitch towards Geto as he locked eyes with you as you hangout on the bed in your shared bedroom. He's still fully clothed and so composed.
Not really, he's just really good at hiding his own thirst. His cock is aching underneath his pants, and the pre-cum is already soiling the fabric.
Meanwhile, you're sitting directly across from him, almost naked if it weren't for the shiny collar that adorns your neck. Your thighs pressed together because you were desperately trying to contain yourself, but the whiny whimpers you would let out said otherwise.
He's only a few inches away, but he can already smell the excitement oozing from your needy cunt.
Geto finally inched closer to you, softly grasping your chin. For a brief moment, his eyes appeared corrupted, but they gradually softened as you continued to stare at him like a lost puppy.
He teasingly slid his thumb inside your mouth after caressing your luscious lips, which you eagerly accepted by lapping your tongue on it.
characters: human!kibutsuji muzan x reader, angst, fluff, nsfw, modern au, lowkey a political fiction but not really.
plot summary: Kibutsuji Muzan has finally decided to expand his empire, and the way he intends to do so is by running for the highest political position. With you, his darling wife, at his side, he believes he can achieve and have everything the world has to offer. He is, after all, the Phoenix of Phario.
content warning: nsfw, can be psychologically triggering *you have been warned, this is muzan so- you know what you're getting into. as always, MINORS DNI!
writer's notes: so! this is one of the fics i'd like to share with you all. i decided to share the prologue now, but i won't likely update till i finish invisible strings.
Rules and Roses will take place in a modern setting and in a modern civilization. I've always wanted to write a fanfic dedicated to Muzan because I always find his character intriguing and I want to see my take on his character. Bear in mind that I will stray slightly away from his usual demeanor from the canon story, but don't worry, his main points will still be there. I have a specific route in mind for this story, so kindly bear with me.
Do share your comments and feedback too. I would love to see your inputs. They will surely motivate me to write more.
Enjoy reading! <3
Classical, soothing music continued to play in the room as you sat prettily in your high chair and your stylist continued to style you up for today's grand occasion. After dodging the million dollar question so many times, Kibutsuji Muzan has finally decided to formally announce his presidential candidacy for the upcoming presidential elections.
Hoards of people with big cameras, as well as ordinary citizens of Phario, have continued to flock to the main entrance of the Obelisk Kibutsuji as they wait for the CEO of the most prestigious corporation in Areswood to take his place at the podium.
People generally dislike people who have no expertise or any semblance of political history but dare to run for any office because they believe such people are usually up to no good.
Muzan, on the other hand, was able to win the hearts of his compatriots. Everyone was in awe of the man's ability to rise from the ashes since he came from scraps and eventually made his way to the top.
They sincerely believe that a man like Muzan would be an excellent leader because he knows the heart and wishes of the people better than anyone else. Having you as his wife, Phario's most renowned ice skater and ballerina, who has made her nation proud by bringing gold after gold every time you compete in the Olympics, is just a bonus.
One that is extremely valuable.
You are, without a doubt, one of your country's greatest treasures.
Then again, you're the daughter of two legendary athletes, so it's only natural that you're good at what you do.
The fruit truly doesn't fall far from the tree, no?
*
Regardless of the fact that today is a special day for you two, Muzan is currently meeting with some of his overseas investors. He arrived at the arena much earlier than you, allowing him to get his hair and makeup done. He insisted on you taking your time because you were exhausted from yesterday's schedule. You've just returned from a charity expedition in the countryside.
Another quality that everyone in Phario reveres about you is that you are not just an exceptional athlete but also a philanthropist. Because of your parents, you have been exposed to social work since you were a child, and as you have grown older, you have developed an interest in helping others. It's in your nature to be so compassionate and caring.
Despite his desire to concentrate entirely on today's event, he had already promised to give them the time of day and speak with them.
That's exactly the type of man Muzan is. He is headstrong, incredibly intelligent, unfailingly truthful, and always honors his commitments. He might be impatient and hot-headed at times, but he's a wonderful person overall.
Unbeknownst to the general public, you two have known each other since high school. When you first met, he was a year older than you, so he was a senior and you were a junior.
You met him during a school event wherein you performed in front of the whole student body. Muzan fell in love with you the moment he saw you dance so gracefully on stage, but it took him a while to approach you. Because you come from a renowned family, he assumed you wouldn't dare to give a commoner like him the time of day.
He was adamant about that until you approached him.
It didn't happen on a special day or anything; it just happened on a rainy Thursday. It was after school hours and he was about to go home when you sheepishly asked him if you could share umbrellas because you'd forgotten your own.
That was the beginning of your friendship.
Muzan was pleasantly delighted to learn that, despite your illustrious background, you were really modest and so lovely. He was smitten every time you looked at him, and luckily for him, the feeling was mutual. You admire his enthusiasm and tenacity.
Every time he would share his dreams with you, his ruby eyes would twinkle, and you found yourself falling deeper and faster for him. It doesn't help that every time you two meet at the school grounds, he looks dashingly handsome.
As you were making a name for yourselves, it didn't take long for the public to fall in love with you two.
Everyone adored you to the point that you two have been branded as the embodiment of regality. Adults would wish their children to grow up like you two, while youngsters would desire to meet somebody like you or Muzan.
Admiring someone to the point of idolatry isn't exactly your thing, but you can't help but feel flattered from time to time. Who wouldn't want to be seen as a role model for young girls? In today's society, you're like a contemporary queen who is adorned by her subjects.
*
A few moments passed, and the stylist was finally done with your hair and make up, and you looked absolutely gorgeous.
You thanked her and motioned for her to have lunch as she had been working for three hours straight, and while you were admiring your stylist's work, an arm wrapped around your waist, making you jump a little.
When you looked at Muzan with wide eyes, he chuckled lovingly.
"You scared me!"
"I'm sorry, my love. You look beautiful though."
"Really?" you said, your face flushed.
He was about to agree when he abruptly stopped mid sentence and said, "Wait," then went for your earrings and took them off, leaving you perplexed.
"Dear, what are you doing?"
He didn't say anything and instead grabbed for the pearl earrings, which he neatly placed in your ear, saying, "There. Much better."
“You didn't like the diamond earrings? That's the one you gave me on our fifth wedding anniversary."
"I do, but pearl earrings befit a president's first lady more, don't you think?" Muzan said as he shook his head. He then smiled at you and kissed you sweetly on your forehead.
You smiled cheekily at him, "Already confident you'll win?"
"Of course. I have you as my lucky charm."
"Well, aren't you sweet? Come here..." You were about to pull him down for a kiss on the lips when Kokushibo entered the room and tapped on the door.
"It's time, Sir Muzan," he remarked curtly.
"We'll be there in a minute," Muzan said, turning to face him.
Before leaving the room, Kokushibo bowed graciously.
You saw your spouse take a big breath before turning to you and asking, "Are you ready?"
"I'm ready," you said warmly.
Muzan held your hand in his and you two proceeded towards the door, and when you were finally visible to the audience, the screaming became even louder.
Everyone was evidently delighted to see you.
You gently squeezed Muzan's hand before escorting him to the platform.
You and Akaza, your personal bodyguard, listened to Muzan's speech from the rear, while Kokushibo stood by your spouse as he addressed the people.
Akaza took a step closer to you, but not enough to raise suspicions. He stealthily hooked his pinky with yours, making you blush, and then you felt your insides churn when he spoke to you in that sultry voice of his.
"You should have worn the earrings I got you, Madam."
a/n: didn't expect this, did ya? well, i wasn't really going to update today but the blues and sadness hit me in the face tonight and got me reminiscing about stuff and thus this update was born lol. i kinda poured my heart in here. i don't really have anyone i can talk to about my feelings because like y/n, im scaaaared so i decided to just write it down haha. it made me feel a little better ngl. this is highkey a self-indulging update looooool hope you like it though. ill be off to bed now. stay safe and healthy!
After that magical night you and Tengen shared during the after party, pretty much everything and everybody went back to normal on Monday morning.
With the gala approaching, everyone is on their feet, preparing for the company's most grand occasion.
The head of sales and marketing is now riveted to his desk, his brow furrowed as he types away on his computer.
The Sales and Marketing Department will be in charge of the event's branding and promotion, and Tengen is now working on proposals after proposals that will be essential to the event's success.
It's only 2 p.m., yet he's already had four one-hour meetings.
Meanwhile, you were on field duty today with Zenitsu and Nezuko looking for the finest venue in town, but you haven't found the perfect place yet, but you're not too disappointed because you still have plenty of time to explore.
You still have three and a half months to prepare for the Gala.
Right now, the three of you have decided to take a lunch break and go to the nearest fast food joint. You couldn't help but sigh with relief as you were met by the cool breeze inside the establishment after walking for hours in the sweltering heat. Summer has finally arrived in Tokyo.
"Ah, I fucking hate summer." Zenitsu exclaimed, flopping on his seat.
Nezuko went ahead and volunteered to order for the three of you, so you and Zenitsu went ahead and got everyone a seat.
It was fairly crowded, especially because this branch is in a business district.
Many corporate slaves are also taking a lunch break.
"Couldn't have said it better myself," you said, fanning yourself desperately to keep cool.
"I'm curious how Tengen and the others are doing at the office."
"Don't worry about Tengen; he's a big boy now."
You couldn't help but giggle at Zenitsu's statement, "He absolutely is. A huge lad who acts like a big baby too."
"He needs help."
"You're not one to talk, Zenitsu." Nezuko stated as she approached your table with your lunch.
"Scratch that, you're a brat."
"It's too early for you to break my heart, Nezuko-chan," Zenitsu snorts.
"Just move your feet, I can't sit with your feet in the way," Nezuko said, laughing.
While you ate your lunch, you chuckled and smiled fondly at their banter. They don't display much PDA at the office because Zenitsu is scared of Tanjiro catching them, but when they're out and about, they're almost rottenly sweet with one another.
A match made in heaven indeed.
Lunch flew fast, and the three of you decided to chill for a bit at a cafe. You all decided that it's best to proceed while the weather isn't too hot, so you're currently sipping your iced coffee with pleasant company.
You were laughing at something Zenitsu said when a familiar voice called out your name, causing you to freeze in your seat. Your colleagues noticed this as well, so they turned to face the person who had called out to you. Biting your bottom lip while you have an internal debate with yourself over whether you'd entertain them or not. But it appears that you haven't changed a bit, and upon realizing this, you wanted to hit yourself in the face.
"H-Hey..." you eventually said as you turned to face them.
*
"Where is Y/N?" Tengen inquired, his face furrowed.
Zenitsu and Nezuko had finally returned to your department's office, and when the Hashira discovered you hadn't, he became perplexed and worried as well.
Tengen was worried as the young couple glanced at one another with anxious emotions on their faces.
"She's...uh, well," Zenitsu began.
"She's...? Where is she? What happened?"
"Nothing happened; she's alright, don't worry."
"But where is she?" Tengen inquired again, eliciting a heavy sigh from Nezuko.
"We don't know. She's definitely in the building, but when we arrived earlier, she said she wanted to be alone for now and walked away, and we have no idea where she went."
Tengen was dumbfounded. What in the world happened?
He said his goodbyes to the two and stormed out of the office to find you. He took out his phone and dialed your number, expecting you'd answer, but you didn't.
Tengen was so intent on finding you that he didn't spot Giyuu and Tanjiro approaching him. He collided with Water Hashira's executive secretary, causing the little lad to tumble to the floor on his butt.
"I'm sorry, I didn't notice you."
"It's okay," Tanjiro said softly, shaking his head.
"What's up with you? Is there something wrong?" Giyuu said as he observed his friend staring somewhere else rather than at them.
"I was just looking for Y/N; did you see her?"
"We haven't; wasn't she out with Zenitsu and Nezuko?"
Tengen shook his head, "They've already returned, but Zenitsu told me that she went into hiding upon their return, and she's not answering her phone either."
"I wonder what happened to her," Tanjiro mused.
Tengen said, "That makes two of us."
"Just call her again, and if she doesn't respond, maybe it's best to leave her alone for now," Giyuu said.
"I suppose..."
Tengen phoned your number again in the hopes that you would finally respond, but you did not.
He gave the two a slight grin before walking back to his office.
Zenitsu and Nezuko gazed at him with hopeful eyes, but it appears like he wasn't able to talk to you.
Tengen's day went painfully slow, and he was on the verge of keyboard smashing as he typed yet another email to an international client.
His body was working on autopilot, but his mind and heart were elsewhere.
You still hadn't returned, and he was growing increasingly concerned.
Just what the hell happened?
After a few more hours, you eventually waltz back to your office and to your desk. Tengen was still hooked to his desk, except he wasn't composing any more emails and was snoring like a sailor because he had fallen asleep while waiting for you.
You felt terribly awful about disappearing on him and everybody else. First, they're your friends and you know you can depend on them to be there for you, but your fears got the best of you and so you chickened out and decided to isolate yourself. Second, you're obviously not here to play, but to work. Just because everybody's kind and friendly to you doesn't mean you can take advantage of it.
As you tidied up your desk, you winced visibly. Obviously, feeling more guilty by the second. When you were finally finished fixing your belongings, you took your bag and headed over to Tengen's desk. You're absolutely exhausted, but just one look at your boyfriend made you feel instantly lighter. You extended your hand to comb his unruly hair. He wore his hair down today, and you swore he looked stunning with his fringe framing his handsome face. When he awoke, you were running your fingers through his hair. Upon noticing you, his eyes grew as big as saucers. When he called out your name, his voice croaked; his throat had evidently dried up while he was sleeping, and his voice broke when he nearly yelled your name.
"Y/N!"
With both of you in a trance, everything happened in the blink of an eye.
Tengen drew you towards him when he saw you, not realizing you were carrying your backpack, which tumbled on the floor in the process, and now you're resting on his chest as he stumbled down to his ergonomic chair.
Thank goodness none of you were hurt.
"I'm sorry, I was just—"
"No, it's fine," you said, a tiny smile on your face.
"I should be the one apologizing to you, Tengen; I'm sorry for suddenly disappearing and causing you concern."
Tengen took it upon himself to make the two of you more comfortable.
He placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, not knowing it would cause you to weep. Panic surged through his veins as tears continued to flow down your face.
"Whoa, whoa—Y/N, hey, what's wrong?" He asked, worry written all over his face. He can also feel his heart break at the sight of you crying heartbreakingly sad.
You didn't respond to him right away. You wanted to, but you were finding it hard to find your voice, and so cries were the only ones that slipped through your trembling lips.
Tengen pulled you even closer to him, letting you rest your head on his shoulder while he rubbed your back gently as his way of comforting you and letting you know he's there for you.
Tengen answered with soothing hums as he continued to rub patterns on your back while waiting for you to settle down.
"You have nothing to apologize for, my love."
His comforting voice made you weep even more, and while it killed him to see you like this, a faint smile appeared on his face.
"I'm here, Y/N."
Moments passed and you were still weeping in Tengen's embrace and after a few more minutes, you finally calmed down a little. You raised your head, your boyfriend took note of your red, puffy nose and your bloodshot eyes as well as your unruly hair. He reached out to tuck your hair behind your ears then proceeded to cup one side of your face, his thumb caressing your damped cheeks.
"Feeling better?" You nodded curtly.
"A little."
"Here, drink some water before we talk." Tengen handed you his tumbler which you gratefully took. After drinking to replenish your parched throat you returned his tumbler.
"Ready to talk, love?"
You nodded again.
"Yeah."
So you told him everything. About a chance encounter with an old acquaintance. Well, ex-friend, and then conversing with them for a few minutes before having a full-blown panic attack, which is why you were MIA for much of the day. You and that friend didn't exactly have a good relationship, or rather, you did until everything went horribly wrong. She had said something really hurtful to you that rehashed all of your previous issues, and when you opened up to her, she took it quite harshly and called you out for being insensitive to her mental well-being. At first, you believed her, so you apologized to her. She basically plays the victim far too often.
You didn't even realize she was gaslighting you until you were no longer together. It enraged you to no end that you had allowed someone else to do that to you again. As if your parents' gaslighting and abuse weren't enough, here you go letting other people do the same thing to you. What she subjected you to was very traumatic. You lost yourself once more while attempting to appease them. She made you feel unwanted, insignificant, and disposable. She was successful in convincing you that everything was your fault, despite the fact that she was also a factor in your breakup. You did all you could to be a good friend to her, even if it meant walking on eggshells around her.
Tengen listened intently to every word you uttered. And every time you said something bad about yourself, his heart shattered all over again.He knows the history between you and her, but seeing you break down like this hurts him so much.
And after you were done, he remained silent for a moment, as if he wanted to be sure you were finished talking or if you wanted to hear his perspective. He let out a small chuckle and pulled you in for another embrace as you stared at him with sad puppy eyes, as if you were waiting for him to pick up the conversation.
“It's true that you said something hurtful too. You let your anxiety win and went ahead to question her friendship with you. You assumed a lot of things instead of coming clean with her about your true feelings. You were also at fault, so that's why right now, you're doing your best to improve not only for the people you love but most especially for yourself. And you've been doing a really good job. You have become more confident. Your communication skills are improving. You now know how to stop and reflect on your feelings or on anything in general before saying anything. You're doing absolutely great, y/n, but it seems like after meeting her today, you felt like you were back to square one. You didn't lash out or anything, but it seemed like your efforts were for naught. She made you feel worthless all over again. I’m so sorry you had to go through all that again, my love. How I wish I was there for you.”
Tengen felt you tremble in his arms again.
Tears started to sting your eyes once more.
"I thought I had moved on from this long ago, but seeing her today--"
"Yeah, I know... you did a really good job standing up for yourself though. I'm proud of you."
You hugged him tighter as more tears fell down your face, wetting his dress shirt in the process, "I'm sorry, Tengen. I'm sorry for not confiding in you earlier."
"Shhh... sweetheart, I told you, it's completely fine. Don't worry."
"I-I'm just so used to bottling everything inside. I get so scared about opening up to people, because I fear that you might give the same response as she did. I'm so used to people belittling my feelings."
It was Tengen's turn to hug you tighter, his own eyes starting to sting because of his unshed tears. He poured a ton of kisses on top of your head while he whispered words of affirmation to you. He did his very best to convey every love he has in his body for you.
"I love you." he said with a firm yet loving voice.
"I love you so much, y/n. Zenitsu loves you too, Nezuko-chan cares for you too; everybody in this building loves and cares for you. We accept all of you. Flaws and all. You might've lost her, but you still have us. We will never leave you, y/n. That's a promise I intend to keep for the rest of my life."
You two stayed like that for a little while.
Tengen did his very best to help you, and thankfully, he was successful in making you feel better. The heaviness in your heart still lingers, but you can feel it fading away each second that passes by.
You pulled away from the hug slightly to look at him, and for the first time today, you finally smiled genuinely. "Thank you, Tengen."
Tengen mirrored your smile and said, "Anytime, my love."
a/n: didn't expect this, did ya? well, i wasn't really going to update today but the blues and sadness hit me in the face tonight and got me reminiscing about stuff and thus this update was born lol. i kinda poured my heart in here. i don't really have anyone i can talk to about my feelings because like y/n, im scaaaared so i decided to just write it down haha. it made me feel a little better ngl. this is highkey a self-indulging update looooool hope you like it though. ill be off to bed now. stay safe and healthy!
After that magical night you and Tengen shared during the after party, pretty much everything and everybody went back to normal on Monday morning.
With the gala approaching, everyone is on their feet, preparing for the company's most grand occasion.
The head of sales and marketing is now riveted to his desk, his brow furrowed as he types away on his computer.
The Sales and Marketing Department will be in charge of the event's branding and promotion, and Tengen is now working on proposals after proposals that will be essential to the event's success.
It's only 2 p.m., yet he's already had four one-hour meetings.
Meanwhile, you were on field duty today with Zenitsu and Nezuko looking for the finest venue in town, but you haven't found the perfect place yet, but you're not too disappointed because you still have plenty of time to explore.
You still have three and a half months to prepare for the Gala.
Right now, the three of you have decided to take a lunch break and go to the nearest fast food joint. You couldn't help but sigh with relief as you were met by the cool breeze inside the establishment after walking for hours in the sweltering heat. Summer has finally arrived in Tokyo.
"Ah, I fucking hate summer." Zenitsu exclaimed, flopping on his seat.
Nezuko went ahead and volunteered to order for the three of you, so you and Zenitsu went ahead and got everyone a seat.
It was fairly crowded, especially because this branch is in a business district.
Many corporate slaves are also taking a lunch break.
"Couldn't have said it better myself," you said, fanning yourself desperately to keep cool.
"I'm curious how Tengen and the others are doing at the office."
"Don't worry about Tengen; he's a big boy now."
You couldn't help but giggle at Zenitsu's statement, "He absolutely is. A huge lad who acts like a big baby too."
"He needs help."
"You're not one to talk, Zenitsu." Nezuko stated as she approached your table with your lunch.
"Scratch that, you're a brat."
"It's too early for you to break my heart, Nezuko-chan," Zenitsu snorts.
"Just move your feet, I can't sit with your feet in the way," Nezuko said, laughing.
While you ate your lunch, you chuckled and smiled fondly at their banter. They don't display much PDA at the office because Zenitsu is scared of Tanjiro catching them, but when they're out and about, they're almost rottenly sweet with one another.
A match made in heaven indeed.
Lunch flew fast, and the three of you decided to chill for a bit at a cafe. You all decided that it's best to proceed while the weather isn't too hot, so you're currently sipping your iced coffee with pleasant company.
You were laughing at something Zenitsu said when a familiar voice called out your name, causing you to freeze in your seat. Your colleagues noticed this as well, so they turned to face the person who had called out to you. Biting your bottom lip while you have an internal debate with yourself over whether you'd entertain them or not. But it appears that you haven't changed a bit, and upon realizing this, you wanted to hit yourself in the face.
"H-Hey..." you eventually said as you turned to face them.
*
"Where is Y/N?" Tengen inquired, his face furrowed.
Zenitsu and Nezuko had finally returned to your department's office, and when the Hashira discovered you hadn't, he became perplexed and worried as well.
Tengen was worried as the young couple glanced at one another with anxious emotions on their faces.
"She's...uh, well," Zenitsu began.
"She's...? Where is she? What happened?"
"Nothing happened; she's alright, don't worry."
"But where is she?" Tengen inquired again, eliciting a heavy sigh from Nezuko.
"We don't know. She's definitely in the building, but when we arrived earlier, she said she wanted to be alone for now and walked away, and we have no idea where she went."
Tengen was dumbfounded. What in the world happened?
He said his goodbyes to the two and stormed out of the office to find you. He took out his phone and dialed your number, expecting you'd answer, but you didn't.
Tengen was so intent on finding you that he didn't spot Giyuu and Tanjiro approaching him. He collided with Water Hashira's executive secretary, causing the little lad to tumble to the floor on his butt.
"I'm sorry, I didn't notice you."
"It's okay," Tanjiro said softly, shaking his head.
"What's up with you? Is there something wrong?" Giyuu said as he observed his friend staring somewhere else rather than at them.
"I was just looking for Y/N; did you see her?"
"We haven't; wasn't she out with Zenitsu and Nezuko?"
Tengen shook his head, "They've already returned, but Zenitsu told me that she went into hiding upon their return, and she's not answering her phone either."
"I wonder what happened to her," Tanjiro mused.
Tengen said, "That makes two of us."
"Just call her again, and if she doesn't respond, maybe it's best to leave her alone for now," Giyuu said.
"I suppose..."
Tengen phoned your number again in the hopes that you would finally respond, but you did not.
He gave the two a slight grin before walking back to his office.
Zenitsu and Nezuko gazed at him with hopeful eyes, but it appears like he wasn't able to talk to you.
Tengen's day went painfully slow, and he was on the verge of keyboard smashing as he typed yet another email to an international client.
His body was working on autopilot, but his mind and heart were elsewhere.
You still hadn't returned, and he was growing increasingly concerned.
Just what the hell happened?
After a few more hours, you eventually waltz back to your office and to your desk. Tengen was still hooked to his desk, except he wasn't composing any more emails and was snoring like a sailor because he had fallen asleep while waiting for you.
You felt terribly awful about disappearing on him and everybody else. First, they're your friends and you know you can depend on them to be there for you, but your fears got the best of you and so you chickened out and decided to isolate yourself. Second, you're obviously not here to play, but to work. Just because everybody's kind and friendly to you doesn't mean you can take advantage of it.
As you tidied up your desk, you winced visibly. Obviously, feeling more guilty by the second. When you were finally finished fixing your belongings, you took your bag and headed over to Tengen's desk. You're absolutely exhausted, but just one look at your boyfriend made you feel instantly lighter. You extended your hand to comb his unruly hair. He wore his hair down today, and you swore he looked stunning with his fringe framing his handsome face. When he awoke, you were running your fingers through his hair. Upon noticing you, his eyes grew as big as saucers. When he called out your name, his voice croaked; his throat had evidently dried up while he was sleeping, and his voice broke when he nearly yelled your name.
"Y/N!"
With both of you in a trance, everything happened in the blink of an eye.
Tengen drew you towards him when he saw you, not realizing you were carrying your backpack, which tumbled on the floor in the process, and now you're resting on his chest as he stumbled down to his ergonomic chair.
Thank goodness none of you were hurt.
"I'm sorry, I was just—"
"No, it's fine," you said, a tiny smile on your face.
"I should be the one apologizing to you, Tengen; I'm sorry for suddenly disappearing and causing you concern."
Tengen took it upon himself to make the two of you more comfortable.
He placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, not knowing it would cause you to weep. Panic surged through his veins as tears continued to flow down your face.
"Whoa, whoa—Y/N, hey, what's wrong?" He asked, worry written all over his face. He can also feel his heart break at the sight of you crying heartbreakingly sad.
You didn't respond to him right away. You wanted to, but you were finding it hard to find your voice, and so cries were the only ones that slipped through your trembling lips.
Tengen pulled you even closer to him, letting you rest your head on his shoulder while he rubbed your back gently as his way of comforting you and letting you know he's there for you.
Tengen answered with soothing hums as he continued to rub patterns on your back while waiting for you to settle down.
"You have nothing to apologize for, my love."
His comforting voice made you weep even more, and while it killed him to see you like this, a faint smile appeared on his face.
"I'm here, Y/N."
Moments passed and you were still weeping in Tengen's embrace and after a few more minutes, you finally calmed down a little. You raised your head, your boyfriend took note of your red, puffy nose and your bloodshot eyes as well as your unruly hair. He reached out to tuck your hair behind your ears then proceeded to cup one side of your face, his thumb caressing your damped cheeks.
"Feeling better?" You nodded curtly.
"A little."
"Here, drink some water before we talk." Tengen handed you his tumbler which you gratefully took. After drinking to replenish your parched throat you returned his tumbler.
"Ready to talk, love?"
You nodded again.
"Yeah."
So you told him everything. About a chance encounter with an old acquaintance. Well, ex-friend, and then conversing with them for a few minutes before having a full-blown panic attack, which is why you were MIA for much of the day. You and that friend didn't exactly have a good relationship, or rather, you did until everything went horribly wrong. She had said something really hurtful to you that rehashed all of your previous issues, and when you opened up to her, she took it quite harshly and called you out for being insensitive to her mental well-being. At first, you believed her, so you apologized to her. She basically plays the victim far too often.
You didn't even realize she was gaslighting you until you were no longer together. It enraged you to no end that you had allowed someone else to do that to you again. As if your parents' gaslighting and abuse weren't enough, here you go letting other people do the same thing to you. What she subjected you to was very traumatic. You lost yourself once more while attempting to appease them. She made you feel unwanted, insignificant, and disposable. She was successful in convincing you that everything was your fault, despite the fact that she was also a factor in your breakup. You did all you could to be a good friend to her, even if it meant walking on eggshells around her.
Tengen listened intently to every word you uttered. And every time you said something bad about yourself, his heart shattered all over again.He knows the history between you and her, but seeing you break down like this hurts him so much.
And after you were done, he remained silent for a moment, as if he wanted to be sure you were finished talking or if you wanted to hear his perspective. He let out a small chuckle and pulled you in for another embrace as you stared at him with sad puppy eyes, as if you were waiting for him to pick up the conversation.
“It's true that you said something hurtful too. You let your anxiety win and went ahead to question her friendship with you. You assumed a lot of things instead of coming clean with her about your true feelings. You were also at fault, so that's why right now, you're doing your best to improve not only for the people you love but most especially for yourself. And you've been doing a really good job. You have become more confident. Your communication skills are improving. You now know how to stop and reflect on your feelings or on anything in general before saying anything. You're doing absolutely great, y/n, but it seems like after meeting her today, you felt like you were back to square one. You didn't lash out or anything, but it seemed like your efforts were for naught. She made you feel worthless all over again. I’m so sorry you had to go through all that again, my love. How I wish I was there for you.”
Tengen felt you tremble in his arms again.
Tears started to sting your eyes once more.
"I thought I had moved on from this long ago, but seeing her today--"
"Yeah, I know... you did a really good job standing up for yourself though. I'm proud of you."
You hugged him tighter as more tears fell down your face, wetting his dress shirt in the process, "I'm sorry, Tengen. I'm sorry for not confiding in you earlier."
"Shhh... sweetheart, I told you, it's completely fine. Don't worry."
"I-I'm just so used to bottling everything inside. I get so scared about opening up to people, because I fear that you might give the same response as she did. I'm so used to people belittling my feelings."
It was Tengen's turn to hug you tighter, his own eyes starting to sting because of his unshed tears. He poured a ton of kisses on top of your head while he whispered words of affirmation to you. He did his very best to convey every love he has in his body for you.
"I love you." he said with a firm yet loving voice.
"I love you so much, y/n. Zenitsu loves you too, Nezuko-chan cares for you too; everybody in this building loves and cares for you. We accept all of you. Flaws and all. You might've lost her, but you still have us. We will never leave you, y/n. That's a promise I intend to keep for the rest of my life."
You two stayed like that for a little while.
Tengen did his very best to help you, and thankfully, he was successful in making you feel better. The heaviness in your heart still lingers, but you can feel it fading away each second that passes by.
You pulled away from the hug slightly to look at him, and for the first time today, you finally smiled genuinely. "Thank you, Tengen."
Tengen mirrored your smile and said, "Anytime, my love."
Characters: Modern AU!Levi x Reader
Trigger warnings: implied death
Listen to this while reading: link.
A/N: I was ready to go to bed when I got the urge to write something, so here it is; I've always wanted to write a classic trope like this, and I hope to write another one with multiple chapters in the future. I wrote this in less than 10 minutes, so please excuse any typos or other errors. I hope you enjoy it!
Please leave a comment as it greatly helps me.
Levi was cleaning the apartment you shared with him. He wasn't even sure why, but he had decided to clean it last night after he had finished his shift at the animal hospital, where he worked as a volunteer.
On his way there, each of his steps grew heavier and the look on his face grew drearier. Every fiber of his being is screaming at him to turn around and run, but he knows it's time for him to set the record straight with you or else he won't be able to move on.
So here he was, doing what he had done so many times before: cleaning the place up from top to bottom. He'd been at it for hours now, scrubbing every corner of your apartment with vigor—but not quite enough vigor—and was nearly done with his work when he accidentally hit his head on the cupboards.
"Ah, fuck."
He stopped for a moment to soothe the sharp pain in his head, and while he did so, he took a look around your home, sweet home. It still looks the same, but at the same time it's not. The homey feeling was gone, and so was your presence. When Levi first arrived there, he could still smell your scent, although it was already faint as the place had been empty for nearly a month now, but after he had scrubbed the place from top to bottom, all he could smell now was either bleach or the cleaner he had used earlier to clean the countertops.
Staring into space, Levi's eyes began to sting with tears.
It's already been a month, but it's still so hard for him to accept his new reality.
And that reality is starting a life all by himself. No, you didn't break up. In fact, you were at the peak of your relationship. You were in nirvana. You were in the middle of planning your wedding as Levi had finally proposed to you six years into your relationship, but everything came to a halt when you were diagnosed with cancer.
No one saw it coming.
You were healthy as a horse, and then one day you started losing your hair due to your chemotherapy treatment.
The doctors said you were going to beat this cancer—they said it would take time, but they were right: it had taken time. And now it was coming back with a vengeance, as if your body had decided that it wasn't ready to fight yet.
On the day you passed away, you were lying in your bed, unable to move. You can't even lift a finger, but there's a gentle hand on yours that keeps you lucid. It was Levi, leaning over you with a smile on his face. He was smiling on the outside, but on the inside he was feeling anything but happy. But you were in so much pain already. He didn't want you to worry, so he tried his best to smile for you. It was also his way of telling you that everything was going to be fine.
He leaned down and kissed you and whispered the sweetest I love you he could muster.
You want to say "I love you too," but all that comes out is a weak whisper. You tried again: "I love... Levi," but your voice croaked as you were growing incredibly weak by the minute.
Levi hated to see you in pain. It was like watching a loved one slowly lose their mind, and he hated that you were so far gone that you couldn't even understand what was happening to your body.
Levi's selfishness is the reason you're still alive right now.
He's not ready to say goodbye, and yet seeing you like this hurts him so much.
It was obvious that you were out of time. The doctor even indicated that you just have a week. They halted your treatments after learning the devastating news, fearing that it might further stimulate the cancer cells. You're on your deathbed at this point, waiting for the inevitable.
"Y/N, I don't want you to go, but if it's too hard for you, you can always let go. It'll hurt like a bitch and I won't be able to go on, but if it's peace you need, you're free to close your eyes and rest. Just remember that I love you so much. You've been fighting for so long. It's alright, Y/N."
As he said his last goodbyes to you, fat tears streamed down his cheeks.
His chest hurt so terribly that he thought his heart would burst, but he knows his pain pales in comparison to the pain you're feeling right now.
"I'm going to miss you," Levi whispered solemnly.
Later that day, your already fragile grip on his hand had completely disintegrated, and your hand had fallen to your side. Your skin's hue faded gradually, and your chest stopped moving. Levi was rendered utterly numb at that point. He remained still for the entire time the doctors and nurses attended to you before they carried you outside and led you to the mortuary.
Levi was present in your wake, but after the last day, he disappeared from everyone's view. No one could reach him, but everyone thought it would be best to leave him alone for the time being and let him process everything.
And here he is now a month later.
In your shared apartment, cleaning the place like a mad lad.
When Levi finished cleaning, the sun had almost set, and the dark night sky was already visible in the distance.
Normally, it doesn't take him long to complete a task, but his emotions would get the best of him every now and then, causing him to halt what he was doing.
It irritated him to no end, but he saw it as a chance to work through his emotions.
It will be a long time before he is fully healed, but he has finally taken the first step.
No, he will not forget about you.
No way.
This is simply him accepting what has happened.
Levi took one last glance around the flat before leaving.
The breeze smacked his face hard as soon as he exited the building complex, and for some reason, it made him smile.
As he walked towards the bus station, he spoke to the wind, "Until we meet again."
a/n: I can't believe we've made it to the finale of Invisible Strings! I'm not going to lie, I'm a little sad that it's over. This is not my first story, but it is the first in which I have put so much time and effort. My writing isn't great yet, but I'm pleased with how this turned out. Thank you so much to everyone who took the time to read my work and provide feedback. They were one of the factors that aided me in writing this piece. Don't worry, there's still an epilogue, so stay tuned for an update soon! I just got a little busy at work, so updates are a little sluggish this time.
Again, thank you so, so much! Ily!
The demon slayers had prepared themselves.
But, as the saying goes, some things are easier said than done.
In the blink of an eye, Kibutsuji Muzan single-handedly reversed the tides in his favor. Although he wasn't at full capacity, his present state was more than enough to render everyone worthless.
Muzan stood proudly over the maimed demon slayers, while Tengen, his newly ‘recruited’ right hand man, hovered over your miserable form, slobbering as he craved your blood like any new born demon would. The Demon King looked down at the bodies of the demon slayers who had tried to stop him. They were gravely injured, and if a miracle doesn't happen anytime soon, they're all good as dead.
Tengen wasted no time in assaulting Muzan and avenging you after the demon king was resurrected. He was able to strike a few strong hits, and he was able to sever Muzan's limbs, but they regenerated back in an instant. Tengen, like the others, was injured quite severely while battling, but his wounds were more severe as he took most of Muzan's strikes.
Then the unthinkable happened.
Muzan appears to have other plans for Tengen; instead of killing him, he has decided to hire him as his new right-hand man.
Why?
He did that just to spite you as he intended on keeping you alive as well. Muzan also gave you a sufficient amount of his blood before the battle, believing that your body would respond well to it and that if you were able to move again, he would use you and Tengen to completely eradicate the demon slayer once and for all.
"Kill me now, Sanemi! Fucking kill me now!"
"No, I'm not going to kill you!"
"Do you want Y/N to die?!"
Sanemi stood frozen, clutching the hilt of his sword, while the other demon slayers tried to peel Tengen away from you, but it was futile because he was much bigger and stronger than them all. Gyoumei was the only one who could shove him a little, but he could only do so much due to his massive wound on his arm.
Tengen is unaware that Muzan has also converted you into a demon.
Shortly after he emerged from your body, all he could see was red, which eventually led him to his demise.
You were still unconscious, and while you appeared tranquil on the surface, you were suffering through absolute agony on the inside as Muzan's blood continued to ravish you from the inside out, and you were trying all you could not to break and perish.
"Sanemi!"
"Will you shut the fuck up?! I already told you, I am not going to kill you!"
"Don't worry about me; slit my neck already! Didn't you say you were coming for my head the instant I put you in danger?"
"I did, but..." murmured Sanemi, "There has to be another way!"
Sanemi's gaze wandered from Tengen to you, and as soon as his pink eyes focused on you, his lips quivered and a desperate whimper left his lips.
Why the bloody hell did it have to get this far?
Why did he feel compelled to choose between you and Tengen?
Why is this happening again?
He knew something bad was going to happen and had prepared for the worst, but this was simply too much.
It's fucking ridiculous.
"I don't want you to die, and I don't want to lose any of you."
The Sound Hashira obviously appreciates his friends' resolve to save both him and you, but it's just a matter of time before his demon strength gets out of control and gets everyone killed.
But just like what Sanemi said, there is a way.
For crying out loud, it's the twentieth century.
Since Muzan's tyranny ended decades ago, Shinobu has never ceased developing antidotes to counter his curse in the event that history repeats itself, and she was so right on the money. She could give the drug to you and Tengen, but she's currently on the floor with fractured ribs and dislocated shoulders. With one wrong move, her ribs could puncture her lungs and kill her.
However, to avoid making the same mistake in the past, Muzan attacked the ones who could possibly thwart his evil schemes first, and so Shinobu, Kanae, Tamayo, and Yushiro were on the floor, almost lifeless from how hard he assaulted them. Yushiro was bleeding profusely due to a cut on his back. This is when he misses his Blood Demon Art. He chuckled bitterly as he lay down helplessly in his own pool of blood.
Kanae's limbs were bent at unnatural angles, while Tamayo was hurled against one of the heavy apparatus, suffering a serious concussion and becoming immobilized.
Muzan continued his assault and attacked the other Hashiras after coming for the doctors.
Rengoku and Giyuu suffered serious injuries, with Rengoku losing an eye. He almost lost a limb as well, but Tanjiro was there to rescue him.
Giyuu, like Tamayo, was hurled across the room, leaving him entirely powerless. Not only that, but as he went for his neck, Muzan effortlessly shattered his sword in half, leaving it useless in battle.
Meanwhile, Tanjiro, Zenitsu, Inosuke, and Nezuko suffered moderate to severe injuries while attempting to assist the Hashiras. Inosuke had a broken nose and an even more shattered hand, but because of what was at stake, he opted to hold the hilt of his sword to the best of his ability, disregarding the sharpshooting pain.
On the other hand, Nezuko has bruises all over her body since Muzan took his time punishing her because he has a grudge against her for being one of the demons that escaped his grip. Tanjiro and Zenitsu were the only ones who suffered minor injuries. Mitsuri and Obanai, on the other hand, are feverishly trying to treat Kagaya's injuries. There's no way they're going to let him die.
Tengen continued to pant for air, his throat parched from the lack of blood in his system. It was excruciatingly painful and overpowering, and it took everything he had not to succumb to his thirst. He was in so much anguish that tears streamed down his cheeks.
When he looked over at you, and then at everyone else in the room, humiliation poured down on him like ice cold water.
He's at a loss as to what to do.
For the first time in a long time, he felt hopeless.
Muzan, obviously reveling in his premature victory, glanced around him and cackled melodiously at the pandemonium he had created. He then approached Kagaya, whose face was unrecognizable due to the Demon King's beating. He knelt and grasped his hair with force and contempt, his eyes full of venom.
"I win."
Kibutsuji Muzan hasn't felt this alive in centuries, and he owes it all to you. He lets go of him and his demonic eyes turn to gaze at you, and for some reason, he's not as enraged as he was the night you ratted him out.
If anything, he feels very grateful to you.
It's also reasonable to presume that he's taken a liking to you.
Muzan approached you with long, arrogant steps, then turned to face Tengen, who was staring at him with murderous eyes. He smacked him across the face because he was offended by the way he was looking at him.
"You mutt, lower your head. That's not how you address your master."
"You're not my master, and I would never serve someone as heinous as you," Tengen snarled, each word loaded with poison, but the demon king was unfazed.
He was, if anything, amused. He handled his blood pretty well.
The Sound Hashira will make an excellent pawn.
Muzan smacked him again, but this time with more force, creating an ugly dent on his face and nearly chopping his whole head off with just one hit.
"You're breathing way too close to y/n; she's mine now, so get your filthy hands away from her."
Tengen smirked, "From what I've heard, Y/N doesn't like men like you. In fact, he despises guys like you, so go take a trip, you useless corpse of the past."
"Is that so?"
Muzan retaliated by chopping off his limbs, causing him to howl like a mutt in pain, and before he could recoup, Muzan grabbed his hair. He grabbed it so tightly that his scalp was starting to bleed. "Who says her words hold value to me? Worthless and disposable women like her, who prance around like a bitch in heat to the point she would betray the only person who gave her a bone to lick, have no rights whatsoever. Her only purpose is to sit down, look pretty and serve me for eternity."
That was the final straw.
Tengen charged towards Muzan, challenging him to an all-out brawl. He has nothing to lose at this point because they're both demons. A fight between blood-sucking demons with monstrous power and durability, as the adage goes among demons, is useless, which is why they didn't bother fighting their own kind unless Muzan commanded them to.
In an effort to grip one another's head, they both crumpled to the floor. This could help the others to find an opening while keeping him preoccupied. Unless he decides to end him completely. After all, he was the one who transformed him into a demon, thus he has the power to take it away from him and kill him.
Tanjiro and Zenitsu instantly got into positions, as did Obanai and Mitsuri, who have cured the majority of Kagaya's injuries. He's still severely wounded, but he's no longer in grave danger.
The entire room transformed into an absolute bloodbath in a matter of minutes, as if it wasn't already due to the fighting that had occurred previously. Tengen was doing well fighting the Demon King thanks to his newfound determination.
He could actually win if he keeps this up.
And hopefully, by then, he'll be able to save you and everyone else.
*
I'm here again, huh? But this time I can't see a damn thing.
Am I actually dead this time?
"Wake up! Please, y/n, wake up!"
"Y/N, now is not the time to daydream! Lord Tengen needs you!"
"Y/N! Waah! Please, wake up! I beg you!"
Oh.
I can't, as much as I'd like to. For some reason, my eyes are heavy, and so is the rest of my body. I apologize, Hinatsuru, Makio, and Suma. I know you're the one who's been calling to me. I haven't heard your voices in a long time, but I still recognize them. They still feel warm and comforting to the ears.
"Y/N, you must resist Kibutsuji Muzan. Do not let his cells take over you again," Hinatsuru remarked, followed by Makio." "That's right, y/n. You're not a demon anymore. You never were. Lord Tengen would be so heartbroken if he lost you again."
"That's right! We still haven't forgiven you for leaving us! I was so excited to see you when we came back from the Entertainment District, so imagine how devastated we were when we found out you perished!"
I know...
and I'm truly sorry for abandoning you.
"Y/N, please... don't leave Lord Tengen again. I don't think he can handle it if he loses you again," Hinatsuru continued, her voice filled with sorrow and pain.
Hinatsuru…Makio, Suma…
Tengen...
Everyone..
*
Your eyes sprung open as you simultaneously gasped for air.
"What—?"
Someone beside you exclaimed with relief, and when you turned to see who it was, it was Obanai.
It was the first time you had seen him so frustrated, and it took you a while to comprehend what was going on.
"It worked. It fucking worked."
What worked? You wondered, before your gaze strayed sideways and found the syringe he was clutching so firmly.
Obanai was in charge of administering the antidote while everyone else helped in bringing Muzan down.
Shinobu assumed Muzan would dispose of her unit first, so she delegated responsibility for the antidotes and poisons to someone else.
He was now being kept captive on the ground by Tengen, Gyoumei, and Rengoku.
Meanwhile, Giyuu stabbed his eyes with his blunt sword, while Tanjiro and Zenitsu severed his limbs.
It was a gamble for life and death.
None of them hesitated to risk their lives to bring him down in order to spare the world from his wrath.
They can triumph with one more push, one more swing, one more punch, one more battle cry.
Muzan clenched his teeth and looked menacingly at Tengen, "No way I'm letting some peon like you impede my plans."
"You no longer have a place in this world, Muzan; it's high time you accepted reality," Tengen spat back.
"We'll see about that."
Muzan pulled his arm back, intending to strike the Sound Hashira, and Tengen braced for the impact, but it never came, and the Demon King sneered as his distraction succeeded, so instead of feeling the blow on his face, Tengen felt something piercing his stomach.
It was Muzan.
He had found refuge within Tengen's body, intending to enslave him from within.
Tengen screamed in agony and doubled over in pain.
"He's going to use me to hurt you!" He yelled at everyone.
He was about to speak when blood gushed out of his lips, much like when Muzan tried to take over your body. Tengen's gaze was drawn to Sanemi, who was staring at him in fear and panic as he stood protectively beside you.
"I'm not going to ask you so nicely this time. If you don't want everyone to die, you will have to kill me." He was talking to everyone, but a part of him was also addressing Sanemi directly.
"But–"
"No!"
Your words echoed throughout the room, and everyone's gaze was drawn to you. As soon as they spotted you, they all felt relieved. Obviously, glad that you’re okay and that the antidote did an outstanding job as you appear to be in fantastic condition.
Tengen gazed at you, his eyes unusual from what you're used to seeing, his complexion pale—almost sickly—and his fangs protruding from his luscious lips. It eventually dawned on you that he had been converted into a demon by Kibutsuji Muzan, but you can still see the love in his eyes as he focuses on you. The little, crooked smile still gave you euphoric sensations, but they were quickly replaced with despair as you feared for his life.
Seeing that made you all the more apprehensive about his hasty idea.
So you got out of bed without even checking to see whether you were stable enough to stand, let alone walk, after having surgery.
Despite everyone's protests, you practically crawled your way to him and wrapped your arms around him, ignoring the soreness in your knees from stumbling on the cold, hard floor.
"I'm not going to let you die, Tengen. It took us so long to be back together, so please don't waste your life like that. Tengen, find it in yourself to fight him. Don't lose to a lowlife like Muzan."
Tengen inhaled sharply as your flesh made contact with his, nearly losing his sanity all over again.
Apart from Muzan attempting to take over his body, he also has to deal with his thirst.
And you clinging to him isn't doing him any favors.
"Y/N—no, don't come near me, you'll get—"
"No."
"No, you don't understand! You will be harmed if we stall any longer! Everyone will die if I don't, y/n!" Tengen exclaimed, desperation laced in his voice, as he attempted to tear you off of him, but you clung to him, "No! There has to be another way!"
Tengen winced out loud as you repeated Sanemi's previous statement, and just as he was going to respond, Muzan decided to move, and the first thing he did was fling everyone out of the scene, leaving you alone with the giant brute.
"Y/N, please run away while you still can, Sanemi! Kill me now!"
"No!" you cried, looking at your cousin, who was holding his sword and preparing to attack, all the while fighting the urge to cower away.
"Sanemi, don't!"
The Wind Hashira wept as he clutched his blade close to him, while everyone else looked on, feeling completely worthless at that moment.
If only they could do something, but the situation has become so convoluted.He wanted to honor his dying friend's dying wish, but he also wanted to linger and wait for a miracle.
Sanemi wants to save you both if he has the power and luxury to choose, but time is running out.
"SANEMI!"
Ignoring your objections, Sanemi swung his nichirin sword with a heart-breaking war cry.
★ author’s note; So, here we have the first chapter of Invisible Strings! By the way, I'll be deviating slightly from the original plot of the series.
I haven't finished the manga yet, but I'm pretty sure I know what occurred later. Also, I'm thinking of making this a one-sided story between Tengen and the reader.
For example, I will not include Hinatsuru, Makio, and Suma. At least they won't be romantically involved with Tengen in this timeline.
Is that okay with you?
Please let me know. :')
And thank you very much for reading and supporting this piece!
I wasn't joking when I said I was surprised at yalls feedback and support.
★ characters: kibutsuji muzan x reader x akaza
★ plot summary: Kibutsuji Muzan has finally decided to expand his empire, and the way he intends to do so is by running for the highest political position. With you, his darling wife, at his side, he believes he can achieve and have everything the world has to offer. He is, after all, the Phoenix of Phario.
★ fic playlist: sometimes, same day, as time stops, wolf’s song (this is also the vision board for the fic).
★ content warnings : implied violence and abuse, profanities, toxic relationships, smut.
a/n: comments are always welcome and greatly appreciated! hearing your thoughts motivates me to write more, so please leave a comment. have fun reading!
★ characters: kibutsuji muzan x reader x akaza
★ plot summary: Kibutsuji Muzan has finally decided to expand his empire, and the way he intends to do so is by running for the highest political position. With you, his darling wife, at his side, he believes he can achieve and have everything the world has to offer. He is, after all, the Phoenix of Phario.
★ fic playlist: sometimes, same day, as time stops, wolf’s song (this is also the vision board for the fic).
★ content warnings : implied violence and abuse, profanities, toxic relationships, smut. MINORS DNI.
a/n: i know i said chapter 1 will be posted sometime next week, but creative juices were surging my veins rn and took advantage of it and viola! chapter 1 is here! i hope you'll like it! ^-^
comments are always welcome and greatly appreciated! hearing your thoughts motivates me to write more, so please leave a comment. have fun reading!
"Yes, Jimma, I just spoke with the tenants of the condominium complex, and according to them, the fire started at 2 a.m., and thankfully, everybody managed to evacuate and there were no casualties, although a few of them sustained minor to moderate injuries as they fled to safety."
Shivers rushed down your spine as you watched the morning news while eating breakfast with your husband, who was reading something on his iPad.
Muzan cast you a glance and grinned affectionately as he watched your reaction.
"Aren't you too invested, my love?" He said while extending his hand and squeezing yours.
"Well, if I recall correctly, that condominium complex is fairly close to our area. What if it happened somewhere closer, right? And I'm also worried for the people who had to experience that," you chuckled sheepishly as you intertwined your fingers together out of habit.
Your spouse lifted your hand to his lips for a peck.
"Don't be silly. The security and maintenance in our neighborhood are top notch, and in that slim chance that something like that were to happen, I'll see to it that you won't be harmed."
It was your turn to kiss his hand, and you said to him, "Well, aren't you the sweetest? I'm touched."
Muzan has finished reading the news article on his iPad and has turned to wink at you. "It's what you deserve: to be treated like the queen you are."
"If I were you, I'd hurry before you get stuck in rush hour traffic; you have an important appointment with Sir Douma, right?" You snorted, playfully shoving his hand away.
"Ah, well, we're going over our campaign tactics and our timetable; how about you? You're heading to your office, right?"
You shook your head as you finished your breakfast, "No, I won't be going till 10 a.m., I'll simply pay a visit and then go home, or maybe I'll go to a café or the mall and do some window shopping."
"Well, okay. If you say so. You can just call me if you need anything, and I know you don't enjoy going around with a bodyguard, but with the elections, you never know who will attempt to sabotage my campaign. They could use you and harm you to get me to withdraw."
You pouted, suddenly disappointed at the prospect of being followed around. You'd had enough of it while still living with your parents, but after marrying Muzan, you finally had the independence you craved, until he told you that you needed extra protection during the election season. You understand, you genuinely do, but you can't help but be sad about it.
Muzan noticed the shift in your mood and so he inched closer to you, wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him. You immediately leaned towards him as soon as you sniffed his signature perfume, your chin resting on his shoulder.
"I know you don't like being coddled, and I know independence is your thing, but please bear having someone watch over you until the elections are over, okay? As much as I'm worried about my campaign being sabotaged, my main concern is still your safety. I don't know what I'd do if something happened to you, Y/N." He cupped one side of your face and caressed your smooth and soft cheeks, "You can do that for me, right?"
You glanced at him, your displeasure still visible on your face, but with the way your spouse was staring at you with such adoration, you ultimately relented and smiled.
"Okay."
"Thank you, darling. I love you." Muzan said, mirroring your smile.
"I love you too," you said, and Muzan gave you a sweet kiss on the lips. When he was about to pull away, you seized his bottom lip and drew him in for another kiss.
"Sir Muzan, we—oh, my apologies."
Muzan chuckled against your lips before pulling away to face Kokushibo. "Is the car ready?"
"Yes, sir."
"I should get going, darling; I'll try to get home as early as possible, okay?" He said, taking a big breath as though preparing for the long day ahead of him.
"Okay," you say, nodding. "Take care and good luck, Muzan."
"Will do; remember to take your vitamins, okay?"
Your eyes widened slightly as you realized you hadn't taken your medicine yet. "Oh, right, I almost forgot about that; thank you for reminding me."
"Good thing you have me to remind you, huh?" Muzan chuckled as he walked towards the french door from the dining room that leads to the garage.
"I am one lucky woman," you remarked, laughing at his humor.
"Likewise, Y/N; see you later!"
You enthusiastically waved to your spouse, and after he left, you went about your morning by relaxing for a bit before getting ready.
*
"I think I prefer this one better; it matches the theme, don't you think?" Your client said as she rummaged through many light fixtures that she would eventually use for her upcoming wedding.
"I agree, Ms. Rivera, and you can combine it with this as well," you said, much to her delight.
You were forced into retirement after suffering a career-ending injury during your final Grand Prix run, but much to everyone's astonishment, you were not remorseful. Not at all because, unlike other Olympians, you have had a longer run; most candidates retire when they reach a certain age because their bodies can no longer withstand the pressure of the sport, let alone the intense training that comes with it.
Although it was unfortunate that you got hurt, at least you can still function quite well. During your free skate, you jumped so aggressively that you stumbled and crashed on your landing, resulting in a fractured ankle, forearm, and elbow.
You had a little difficulty finding a new purpose in life after retiring. You had committed your life to ice skating and making everyone proud, so when you ultimately bowed and said goodbye, you suffered from burnout and depression.
Muzan was there for you through it all. During those tough times, he was nothing but sweet, loving, and supportive. He made sure you were still eating and sleeping well without stifling you with overprotection.
And then, several months later, he introduced you to his good friend's wife, who is a fashion designer. At first, Muzan intended to take you to go shopping, but as you saw the wedding dresses she made, an idea struck you.
You wanted to start your own business, and Muzan was eager to help because he was more knowledgeable in the field. You've chosen to launch a wedding and event planning business. You like fashion, and as a hopeless romantic yourself, you wanted to help people make their fantasies come true to the best of your ability.
You were on cloud nine at your own wedding, and even during the planning process, you were so overjoyed that you wanted others to feel the same way.
So, here you are, assisting another bride with her wedding preparations.
The day went by pretty quickly.
There was still some work to be done before moving on to the next stage of wedding planning, which is creating the wedding gown.
You collaborated with Douma's wife on this one, as you have with past clients, because she is extremely talented and has exquisite taste.
Muzan's running mate in the forthcoming elections is Douma.
They've known each other since they were in college. The man's a bit of an eccentric, so it took you a while to get used to him, but overall, he's a pretty decent person.
"Here's your coffee, miss."
You were always the type of person that gets startled easily, so you jolted at the voice. You turned your head to look at Akaza, your personal bodyguard, who was delivering you your favorite iced coffee, which he had bought for you from the cafe across the street from your office.
"Have you ever heard of knocking?"
"My hands were full," Akaza shrugged, "I'm sorry."
"It's fine."
Akaza made himself at home in your personal office after handing you your coffee. "They were out of matcha doughnuts, so I got you a cheesecake instead."
"Thank you; how about you? Are you hungry?"
"Nah. I'll eat later when we get home," Akaza shook his head, a languid smile on his face.
"If you insist..."
Despite your disappointment at having a bodyguard following you, you're okay with it because you're already close to Akaza. He used to be Muzan's chief bodyguard, but after you got married, he assigned the pink-haired gentleman to look after you.
You two have a cat and dog relationship in which he teases you and you occasionally lose your marbles because he can be so relentless sometimes. He really doesn't hold back, but not to the point where he will disrespect you, unless you really deserve it.
Aside from being extremely clever at his job, he also has a sharp tongue, which causes you two to clash occasionally, but thankfully, there hasn't been any major fight between you two so far.
"It seems like it will rain later," Akaza observed, peering out the large window of your office.
"Really? Forget about going to the mall; let's just go back home after I finish this."
"Would you like me to start the car?"
"Perhaps later, like after an hour."
"Mkay."
The entire room was enveloped in a soothing stillness. You were working quietly at your desk as Akaza was looking through his phone while waiting for you when a huge thunderclap jolted you and made you scream.
You hate thunder.
You dislike anything that is excessively loud.
You were so focused on trying to calm yourself down that you didn't notice Akaza approaching you with a concerned look on his face. He was about to comb your hair to comfort you, but he paused and later decided not to and placed his hands down. As he continues to observe you, he has an indescribable pained expression on his face. You were too distracted to notice, so when you eventually looked at him, he was back to his stoic self.
"Do you need anything?"
"I want to go home," you whispered softly, like a terrified little girl.
"All right, wait here while I go get the car ready."
Akaza was about to exit your office to get the car ready so you could go home, but you grabbed his hand, causing him to freeze in place. He kind of panicked as well, to the point that he jerked his hand away rather aggressively. He glanced at you and melted almost instantly when he saw you pout so cutely, and soon remorse rushed over him since he's the reason you sulked in the first place.
"I-I'm sorry. I want to go home, but can we wait until the rain is over?" you said sheepishly.
"As you wish, miss."
"Can I hold your hand?"
"What?"
"Please? Just till the thunderstorm is gone. Muzan normally holds my hand to help me get through the horrible storms, but obviously he's not here, so please, Akaza?" You tried to persuade him by reasoning with him while clasping both of your hands together.
Akaza glanced at you and was at first adamant about declining your request, but he reasoned that technically, he wasn't breaking any rules. You were the one who initiated it, not him.
Akaza sighed, feigning annoyance. On the inside, he was overjoyed. He sat on the cushioned seat in front of your desk, and extended his hand to you.
"Fine."
*
The storm didn't last long, much to Akaza's delight.
After an hour, the rain stopped and the sky cleared.
And soon after the storm passed, the two of you rushed home, and when you arrived, you were thrilled to find Muzan back home as well.
And now that your husband has returned home, you dismissed Akaza, and Muzan did the same with Kokushibo, and they both retired to their quarters.
Your spouse, unbeknownst to you, was firing daggers at your personal bodyguard.
plot summary: After fleeing the walls in an attempt to stop the rumbling and rescue the world, you and your friends took a break in a nearby forest to regroup and plan your next move against Eren. Following the mandatory meeting, everyone gathered around the fire, and as the dispute between the people from Marley and you from Paradis Island continued to boil up, Yelena decided it would be a good idea to refresh everyone's memories by holding a little open forum for them.
It's been a few hours since you departed Wall Maria and made your way into the woods to meet everyone else. Despite Eren's best intentions for you and your friends, you all opted to thwart his schemes. It's wonderful and heartwarming that he wants to protect you and make sure that everyone will have a bright future, but not in this way.
Genocide is wrong.
It must be stopped.
Eren must be stopped.
Even if it means piercing his heart till it stops beating.
You turned across to Mikasa, who was steering the cart with an inscrutable expression on her face. You then extended out a hand to console her by gently patting her on the back. She gave you a faint smile, evidently touched by your kindness.
"We're basically still grasping at straws at this point, so our goal until then is to save both Eren and the world," you said to her.
"Yeah."
You two spoke briefly more before deciding to leave her alone for the time being so she could have an open conversation with herself.
As you settled into your seat in the carriage, your gaze was drawn to the man in front of you, who had his head bowed and was clearly lost in reverie. The fluttering feeling in your heart became stronger as you stared at him, and you almost wanted to punch yourself for feeling that way.
You can still taste the treachery in your mouth when he first revealed himself as the Armored Titan, the very person who crushed your father as he was valiantly defending Shiganshina on the day it fell. You couldn't explain the disgust you felt towards yourself when you discovered you had fallen in love with the very bane of your existence.
And yet, here you are, overjoyed that he is back on your side.
It's been years since you've spoken to each other, and to be honest, you've entirely forgotten how to engage with him.
He's become so much more mature and, well, handsome. He was already stunning when you first saw him during training, but time has done him wonders.
Reiner has never looked more strikingly appealing.
You didn't get to see him when you invaded Liberio to get Eren because you were assigned to a different task. You were in the blimp aiding Hange and Armin since you also had a good head on your shoulders, so much so that you were personally commended on different occasions by both Erwin and Levi.
To be honest, you couldn't think of a term to express your emotions right now.
Or so you keep telling yourself.
*
After another hour, you arrived at your destination and greeted Hange and the others.
The stars had already covered the sky, and you all decided to seek refuge in the forest, away from the main road and its threat.
You were all gathered around the fire. Hange was busy preparing stew for dinner, and everyone else was either dazed or glaring at the other party.
You were looking at the ground when the unavoidable occurred.
Everyone was doing their damndest to wash their hands and appear cleaner and purer than the other, but everyone was stunned speechless once Yelena took matters into her own hands.
She has a satisfied smile on her face, clearly happy that she successfully got under their skin.
"Y/N, you're strangely quiet tonight," she murmured as she turned to face you, but you just sat there and disregarded her provocation.
"With the world on the verge of ending, don't you think now is the perfect time to confess your love to Reiner?"
Reiner's eyes widened and a tiny gasp escaped his lips, which you obviously caught despite looking down.
Everyone was looking at you now, but Armin and the others weren't as surprised because they already knew about your budding feelings for the man, whereas the people of Marley were taken aback by Yelena's revelation.
Gabi was staring at you in astonishment, as she'd taken a fancy to you because, despite your current circumstances, you'd been nothing but courteous to her. You were one of those who tried to understand her side of the story.
You didn't condone her actions, but it was clear to you that, at the end of the day, you, the adults, were to blame for everything.
"From what I've heard, your father was a very respectable leader in the Garrison Regiment; he was one of the bravest soldiers who gave their hearts to defend the walls, even if it meant sacrificing his own life and leaving you behind; and yet, here you are, still harboring feelings for the very person who murdered your only family. Betrayal truly comes in many forms, huh?"
Reiner stared at you, half expecting you to say anything, but you remained silent.
Yelena went on to the next person she'd torment, apparently content with your reply, no matter how minor it was.
She decided to add salt to Jean's wound by bringing up Marco, and everything else happened so quickly.
Jean threw Reiner to the ground and pummeled him while he cried out in agony in an attempt to avenge his fallen companion.
Your heart ached for both of your friends.
"Aren't you going to shield your prince charming?" Yelena said, to which you merely responded with a scowl.
"Fuck off."
Yelena simply laughed, not even fazed by your murderous glare, but you were glad she finally chose to shut her trap.
You saw the whole thing unfold over the course of the night.
You felt like you should do something, like stop Jean from killing Reiner or join him since you had a score to settle with him too, but instead, you're stuck in your seat.
When things eventually settled down, everyone grudgingly went to bed, as tomorrow was going to be a very busy day.
You were honestly amazed that you were able to fall asleep, but a few hours later, you found yourself stirring awake, and when you attempted to go back to sleep, you realized that it was pointless, so you decided to get some fresh air and wander around.
"I'm sorry for punching your boyfriend."
If it hadn't been for your fast thinking, you would have yelled at the voice from behind you.
The last thing you wanted to do was reveal your whereabouts or instill more terror in your comrades who were currently sleeping.
You turned to face Jean, who was looking at the ground with a serious expression as he continued to swim in his wildest thoughts.
"He's not my boyfriend," you murmured, resting against the tree he was also leaning on.
"But you obviously still love him, and don't even deny it; it's written all over your face," Jean scoffed.
"Whatever helps you sleep at night, Jean," you couldn't help but chuckle at his sass.
"You did a terrific job of controlling your anger, but if I were in your shoes, I would've socked Yelena as well."
You shrugged. "She's not worth it, and moreover, she wasn't wrong. The last thing I should be doing is harboring romantic feelings for the person who murdered my own family, but here I am."
"What did you see in him in the first place?" Jean said sarcastically, but you responded anyway.
"Whatever it was that you saw in Mikasa."
It was Jean's turn to chuckle, though he sounded dejected, as he stared up at the sky, bemoaning how bright the stars shone on a day like this.
"Touche."
Unbeknownst to the two of you, someone was awake and could hear everything since he was within earshot.
Reiner's injuries were completely healed, but he was hungry after the ordeal, so he ate the last of Hange's stew.
He then decided to go for a walk as well.
To digest the meal he ate and keep a watch on your surroundings in case a stowaway was nearby preparing to assault your comrades.
He also saw this as an excellent time to process what Yelena had said earlier. Despite being a top performer in the Scouts and being a devoted Warrior, he's a bit of a love snob.
It came as a surprise to him that you had such genuine feelings for him.
And, while it made him happy at first, it was quickly overtaken by remorse.
He was not only responsible for his best friend's mother's death, but he was also the reason you lost your father.
He truly is the worst piece of shit ever to exist.
"As much as I don't want to be on the same page as that bitch, you should definitely heed her advice and confess your feelings to Reiner."
"Why?"
"You might not have another chance to do that, not to mention his term is almost up, and supposedly we lived through this, so you could still spend time together," he continued, and dread poured over you as you were reminded of your reality.
"And how about you?"
"I know my place, Y/N," Jean said wistfully.
"Unlike me, you still have a chance," he said as he stood straight and made his way back to the campsite.
*
It would be beneficial for you to return to the campground as well, but you chose to stay where you are for a little longer to process your own feelings, and as you were deep in meditation, you heard leaves ruffling and looked up to find Reiner slowly approaching you.
He relaxed on a nearby tree and rested his back on its sturdy trunk.
You glanced at him, your gaze melting at the sight of him, but you couldn't bring yourself to say anything.
It seemed as though your throat had dried up.
Reiner sent a hesitant glance your way, and you quickly averted your gaze.
I should head back to camp.
You thought to yourself, and so you stood up straight, just like Jean, and tried to make your way back, but you were stopped dead in your tracks when he spoke.
"I had absolutely no idea."
You glanced at him, but he wasn't looking at you; it was probably his way of making you feel less awkward.
"What do you mean?" you said, your voice quieter than it had ever been since you were known among your friends as a chatterbox.
"That...that you have feelings for me."
"Well, I had every intention of keeping it from you," you said, with an uneasy look on your face and your cheeks reddening, but not as obvious due to the dark night.”
"Why?"
"You loved Historia," you said as you tucked your hair behind your ears, a habit you do when you're jittery.
Reiner turned to face you, his eyes as big as saucers and his lips gaping.
"You seemed hellbent on pursuing her, so I figured it was best if I backed out and didn't get in the way of your happiness."
You both stood there awkwardly, looking somewhere other than at each other.
The silence was suffocating, and you wanted nothing more than to get away from it, but you couldn't move for some reason.
It was as though your feet were firmly planted on the ground.
"I can't deny it," Reiner responded, after a brief pause.
You smiled, though sadly, as you looked at him again, but he cut you off just as you were ready to say something.
"But that's all in the past now," he added as he took a step forward, walking and walking until he was right in front of you.
Without your permission, you felt your heart skip a beat at his statement.
You mentally punched yourself, plainly irritated that he still had such a powerful hold on you.
He may not realize it, but Reiner still has you wrapped around his finger.
"I..." he began as he reached out a hand to you, and seeing that you made no move to walk away from him, he decided to be brave and cup one side of your face, his thumb caressing your soft cheeks, "I want to give us a try."
You found yourself leaning towards his warmth almost immediately, and as you savored the moment, tears began to burn your eyes, dampening his hand in the process as you wept.
Reiner quickly drew you towards him and hugged you.
More tears streamed down your cheeks, and the iron walls you'd created around your heart began to crumble.
"I've always wanted you to embrace me like this," you sobbed in his arms.
Reiner did not say anything, but tears were rolling down his face as he hugged you tight.
"I'm sorry for everything, Y/N."
You sobbed even more at the sound of his voice cracking, to the point that you were gasping for air, and Reiner tried to soothe you by gently caressing your back.
"I have every reason to hate you. You killed my father and all of my friends, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I love you so much it fucking hurts," you said as you wept.
Reiner was about to say something when you were so quick to capture his lips for a burning kiss.
He was completely taken aback by the sudden gesture but you continued to convey all of your feelings to him using your lips.
His eyelids eventually closed as he finally reacted to the kiss.
As you lip locked with him, and despite your tiny frame, you managed to push him back onto the tree he was previously leaning on.
A groan escaped his lips when his back made contact with the sturdy trunk.
You were grasping his shirt as you kissed him, while he had his hands firmly placed on your hips, gripping them every now and then and making you moan softly.
"I have an idea for how you're going to atone for your sins," you murmured breathlessly, both of your chests thumping hard as you both recovered your breath and tamed the overflowing ardor you had for each other.
"What is it?"
"Stay by my side, Reiner," you said to him as tears started to sting your eyes once more as you let yourself be vulnerable again, "Because of you, I don't have any living family left, and so, you should stay by my side. Don't you ever dare die on me, you hear? Make it your life's mission to stay alive for me and only for me. Don't leave me again, Reiner. I beg of you. If you leave me again, I don't know what I would do."
Reiner wiped your tears away with his hands; his palms were rough on your skin, but it felt like home.
Just as you imagine them to be.
You didn't realize he had moved you around as he was tending to you, so your back was now lying against the tree trunk.
As he pressed himself against you, a moan slipped through your lips, and burning heat went right to your core as you felt his hard on against your crotch.
Even more so when he started to rub himself against you.
This time, it was his turn to seize your lips for a romantic kiss, which you gladly returned, and owing to the kiss, your moans were muffled as he continued to grind his clothed cock against your cunt.
He then raised one of your legs, then the other, and wrapped them around his waist before hoisting you up while never breaking away from the kiss.
Your womanly essence finally started to seep through your uniform, much to his delight.
He decided to pull away after one more breathtaking kiss, and for the first time in ages, he felt proud of himself for doing so.
You looked stunning in the moonlight, with your cheeks flushed crimson, your hair disheveled, your eyes cloudy, and your chest pounding pretty quickly.
Reiner buried his face on your shoulder, biting it as he climaxed in his pants.
His inability to restrain himself was most likely owing to his heightened emotions.
His legs almost gave out on him as he spurted all of his seed, utterly spoiling the garment.
"Reiner—" you whimpered, the sounds he was making and the mere thought of him climaxing in his pants strangely turning you on, so much so that you came undone with him.
Reiner, unable to bear it any longer, cautiously sat down on the ground while maintaining a strong grasp on you to prevent you from falling and injuring yourself.
Only your heaving and the sound of nature could be heard in your vicinity, as none of you uttered a word.
"I swear this won't happen again; once we're out of this hellhole, I'll take you on a date, make love to you on a plush mattress, please you in whatever manner you want me to, and devote my all to you till my last breath."
"That sounds like a wedding vow," you murmured sleepily.
"It might as well be," Reiner chuckled faintly.
EXTRA SCENE:
The Following Morning
"Okay, break it up, guys. What's wrong? You've been staring at me strangely since sunrise," you remarked to Jean and Connie, who were clearly peering at each other and laughing among themselves.
They didn't say anything, but their silence was more than enough to indicate that something was going on.
You decided it was pointless to ask them, so you went to Annie and said, "Would you mind telling me what's going on?"
"You and Reiner were so noisy last night, you literally woke everyone up," she muttered as she deadpanned at you.
"What?!"
Now that everything was out in the open, Jean and Connie cackled shamelessly, but Annie reprimanded them, saying they may blow up their cover if they laughed any harder.
When you looked over at Reiner, his cheeks were hot and scarlet, much like yours.
"Don't worry, Y/N. I'm really rather delighted that you took my suggestion to a whole new level. Good job," Jean said, giving you a thumbs up while smirking smugly.
"How is Reiner's dick? With the way you were moaning last night, it must have been one hell of a ride," Connie added, causing the horse face beside you to cackle once again.
At the very least, they had no idea that you two climaxed prematurely due to the sheer excitement and lust you were feeling at that time, so you're still pretty much safe.
There's no way in hell you're ever going to tell anybody about it.
You will carry that piece of information with you to your grave.
(For this oneshot, Gabi and Falco are with Hange in the other carriage, so they didn’t hear the conversation. :D)
Breaking Barriers And Shattering Glass Ceilings Part 2
characters: Actor!Eren Jaeger x Actress!Reader
plot summary: After keeping them buried for years, Eren Jaeger, your co-star in the hit anime series Attack on Titan, finally acts on his feelings for you.
content warnings : nsfw, eren is yandere-ish in this, can be psychologically triggering for some so read with caution. MINORS DNI!
author’s note; Okay, here's Part 2. This is most likely the final part as well. Thank you very much for your love and support for this piece!
I was astounded by how many people liked and reblogged the first part. I hope you can show the same amount of love to this one!
"Wow, it's been seven years since you made your debut?"
"Yes, time flies fast huh? I'll be celebrating my 7th debut anniversary with my fans next week," you said graciously to the host.
"Oh, you're going to host a fan meeting in Saitama, correct?"
"Yes."
"Are there going to be any special guests on your special day?"
"Eren, Armin, and Levi will be there, and to be honest, I wanted to invite more, but everyone is busy right now, so they said they'd be there in spirit instead." You responded, chuckling
"How about you say a few words to Eren? You were at his fan meeting, right?"
"Yes, I had a lot of fun, so I thought it'd be great to invite him, and to be honest, it's only natural that I invite him, right?" You said, turning to the camera and smiling sweetly as you conveyed a very sweet message to your co-star.
Fuck
As your lovely giggle echoed throughout Eren's apartment, his vision blurred as he stroked his cock faster, his cum seeping out from the pink tip while groaning out your name and spitting out curses here and there.
After spending all those days filming for Shingeki no Kyojin, you were all given a day off to rest, and for some reason, Eren decided to spend his day off jerking off while watching one of his favorite videos of you.
It was your special interview to honor your seventh debut anniversary, while Eren was celebrating his second year anniversary of meeting you during the very first script reading for snk.
When you turned to the camera and smiled, he pushed his head back, groaning deeply and sexily as his rhythm quickened.
Oh, how he wishes he could wipe that gorgeous smile off your face by shoving his fat cock all the way down your throat.
He hisses as he imagines you crying and gagging on his cock as he thrusts in and out relentlessly.
"Y/N—fuck—"
Eren continues to imagine you taking his cock so well inside your pretty, little mouth and sucking him off while moaning and groaning about how much you love the taste of him.
A guttural groan escaped his lips, and then an image of you riding his dick flashed through his head, your eyes rolling back, your tongue darting out of your cum coated lips as you took him in so well, exactly like the cockslut he believes you are.
As his climax approaches, beads of sweat begin to form on his forehead, the heat he feels within rising hotter and stronger.
Then, in his vision, you looked at him with misty eyes, longingly moaning his name.
"Eren."
"Jesus fucking christ, Y/N—!"
Eren shuddered frantically as he climaxed, his cum spurting all over his hands and the sofa, but he didn't stop beating his cock until it became flaccid.
Only his panting could be heard in his dark bedroom for a few minutes until your melodious voice echoed throughout the small space.
He's so smitten with you that he can feel his dick swelling again at the slightest chuckle from you.
A worn-out smirk appeared on his face before he fell asleep in his living room while the clip continued to play on loop.
*
"And—cut!" said the director, and you couldn't be happier to be done with yet another challenging sequence.
You got up, wiping your tears, and Armin did the same, wiping his sweat.
Today was the day you filmed the scene in which Eren voiced his hatred for you and beat Armin to a pulp.
To be honest, that scene was one of the scenes you three were dreading because everyone in the manga loved that part, so you were anxious about doing it properly, but from the looks of it, your director enjoyed it and even showered you with praise.
"Good work," you murmured, smiling at Eren, who was still in character, but after turning to face you, his entire aura softened and he took a step closer.
"I'm sorry for making you cry, Senpai," he said sheepishly, to which you responded with a grin, "I’ll forgive you if you treat me a cup of coffee~"
"Later at lunch," Eren chuckled.
"I was kidding, but seriously, you did an excellent job, and I'm proud of you," you remarked sincerely while fixing his hair and wiping his sweat away.
If you got any closer, you could hear his heart thumping against his chest.
And he still hasn't gotten that erotic image of you out of his mind, so as you worked on his hair with your tongue darting slightly as you concentrated, he felt his dick twitch ever so slightly in his pants.
Armin rubbed his face and muttered, "Man, you really punched me back there."
"I'm sorry, I was so caught up in the moment that I forgot to hold back," Eren apologized.
"Nah, it's okay. It was probably for the best, right? Director Tanaka was so delighted with the outcome," Armin replied, warmly beaming at his junior, clearly proud of him for a job well done.
Before filming, the two practiced the fighting scene, and Armin insisted that they strike one another as realistically as possible so that it would look good on camera. However, during the actual shot, the back of Eren's fist unintentionally landed on his jaw, causing him to slash his lips.
"I can already see your fangirls worshiping you when this episode airs," you said to Armin.
When he eventually appeared in the fourth and final season, his name trended for three days in a row because people loved his glow-up after the time skip.
He even managed to take Levi's position in the popular poll, while Eren and Reiner remained tied for third.
Armin chuckled as you all began to leave the set to get some much-needed rest after filming such a grueling sequence."
It wouldn't have been possible without Eren."
"You've always been handsome, senpai."
"Well, aren't you sweet? Dude, who'd've thought you'd learn how to joke around with us?" Armin addressed his junior.
"I know, right? When I first met him, he was a stuttering mess, and he was so adorable back then too, but now he's all grown up, no?" You replied.
"You were 21 at the time, right?" Armin inquired.
"Yes."
"Sheesh, and now you're 30? Time flies."
You connected your arms with him, causing Eren to take a deep breath as his arm brushed over your boobs.
"Whether he's 30 or 40, he'll always be my baby brother, right Eren?"
Ugh.
You're treating him like a child again.
He couldn't truly object since he didn't want to offend you.
Despite the fact that you have bruised his feelings and ego, the last thing he wants to do is get on your bad side.
"Oh, Annie's calling. I must take this," Armin remarked as he looked at his phone, and you two waved at him as you went together to the convenience store to get some snacks and coffee.
Even though it's just two o'clock in the afternoon, you're pretty much done for the day since you've been filming since four o'clock in the morning.
Eren's sour mood was quickly replaced with glee as he got you all to himself during break time.
Everyone else was either filming a scene or had already left.
He got you coffee and snacks just as he promised.
You didn't bother returning to the studio because his scene isn't until seven o'clock at night, while all of your scenes are done.
It's just so much fun to hang out with everyone on set that even if you don't have anything else to do, you prefer to remain until everyone is finished. Every day has been like this for nearly ten years, and you know it's going to sting like hell when it's eventually time to say goodbye.
Eren excused himself after your sweet little coffee date because it was his turn to shoot again, so he needed to dash to the set and get his make-up redone while you told him you were going to relax in the dressing room.
And just like that, time sped by as quickly as sound, and Eren was through filming.
He was wiping his perspiration as he headed back to the dressing room to change when he heard something that made him come to a halt.
It was you.
He's confident it's you he's hearing right now, Eren has you and all about you ingrained in his mind for crying out loud.
And when he peered in as quietly as he could, he noticed you on the floor, touching yourself.
What caused this?
He's not complaining; in fact, he's ecstatic that he got to see you in this state.
"You love that, don't you?"
"Y-Yes—ahhh, so good~"
Eren's brow furrowed as he detected a sound emanating from within the dressing room.
It was Armin and Annie, and they were obviously having a good time without realizing (or they did and didn't care) that they were riling up someone else.
As you played with yourself, Eren remained hidden and listened to the naughty noises that were coming out of your lips as you played with yourself, and when you somehow struck a special spot, your moan became a lot louder and needier, making his dick twitch from his pants.
Now comes the million-dollar question: does he approach you and assist you, or does he remain concealed and watch everything unfold?
He obviously wants to play the prince and help you reach nirvana, but a part of him is hesitant because what if you react differently?
But, what if...
He gets to hear you sing his name like a sacred prayer while he fucks your brains out? This is also an excellent opportunity for him to prove to you that he is not the little boy you met nine years ago.
His hand was already squeezing his throbbing cock through his pants as he argued with himself in his head.
"Ahh—"
Eren became more aroused when he heard you whimper out loud again.
He's a good distance away from you, but he can tell you're soaked by the way you stroke your cunt—he can hear the sloshing noises perfectly from where he's standing.
As if that wasn't enough to persuade him, he took another look at you, and there you were, literally grinding the floor for some type of friction, but it clearly wasn't enough, as you whined in frustration.
He swears he witnessed tears welling up in your eyes as you crave sweet release.
"Look how well you're taking my cock. Do you want to cum, huh, cockslut?" Armin's words reverberated from within once again, followed by Annie's lustful cries as he fucks her on the couch.
The way he talked dirty to Annie made you even more wet and ravenous, and it was the final straw for Eren.
Only he has the right to evoke such reactions from you.
Only he can have his way with you, and anybody who tries to lay even the slightest brush on you will have to answer to him.
You are his and only his.
He took long strides towards you while you were still drowning in pleasure, and it was only when he crouched down in front of you that you awoke from your stupor and nearly screamed, but Eren was quick to cover your mouth with his hand.
"Shh, come on, let me help you."
Your fingers had ceased to move, but they remained deep inside your cunt.
Humiliation washed over you as Eren continued to gaze at you with those gleaming emerald eyes, but little did you know, your junior was absolutely delighted at the moment.
He then reached out his free hand and brushed your clit, causing you to twitch violently, "Ahh—"
Holy fuck.
Eren quickly placed his finger inside your lips to cover up your moans. He didn't do anything else after that except rub your sensitive nub while his finger remained still inside your mouth.
He wanted to see your next move first, and not even a minute later, you were inching forward, twirling your tongue around his fingers and staring at him with those big, dreamy doe eyes of yours. Eren watched you intently as you sucked his fingers, his cock was now fully aroused and pre-cum was seeping out of the pink tip thanks to the spectacle you were giving him.
When he drew his finger away, you gave out the cutest whine, and he nearly climaxed right there on the spot.
Yeah, that’s it.
Those eyes.
Thot adorable face.
That's the sight he's been visualizing in his imagination for years.
You look so fucking gorgeous it’s driving him nuts.
It makes me want to ruin her.
Ah, fuck.
"Can you walk, or do you want me to carry you?" he inquired, his voice gentle despite his mind being everything but.
You didn't have time to respond since you heard shuffling from the dressing room; they were probably done by now and would be leaving, so Eren immediately took you in his arms and led you inside another empty dressing room.
Before going any further inside, he made certain to shut the door.
When you felt his boner against your throbbing cunt, you couldn't help but gasp; just from that, you could tell he was massive.
You expected him to seat you on the couch, but instead he placed you on the table, just in front of the massive vanity mirror.
Eren stood behind you, his broad chest pressing against your back, and his hands began to travel across your body, causing goosebumps on your flawless skin.
You can see how intensively he looks at you through the mirror with half-lidded eyes while he touches your curves, leaving you even more aroused.
"Eren—y-you don't have to." After many efforts, you finally found your words, and by this time, your junior was already planting kisses on your shoulders.
This is wrong.
So, so wrong.
For crying out loud, you're his senior, and yet, here you are asking dirty favors from him?
"I want to. I've always wanted to," he muttered against your skin, and you let out a gasp as he sank his teeth into your supple skin, leaving a mark all the while his hand dangled perilously close to your still covered cunt, and the heavier your breathing got as he moves towards it.
Despite your remarks, you didn't make a single move to push him away.
You wanted this too.
You want his big hands all over you too.
"You see, senpai, I'm not a little boy anymore," Eren said as he trailed kisses from your shoulders to your neck, all the way up to your jaw without passing on the opportunity to nibble on your skin. His voice was so enticing that you didn't even realize he had yanked your underwear off and sniffed sharply while holding the flimsy piece of clothing close to his face, practically inhaling your goodness.
The brazen act led you to moan aloud, and you even tossed your head back as you felt pleasure pool in your core.
Eren grinned wickedly as he saw your pussy make a mess on the table with your juices. He then began stroking your sensitive clit, making certain you heard the obscene sloshing noise that came with you being fondled.
"No little boy can make you feel like this, y/n-senpai, but if you want, I'm more than happy to prove it to you. We got all the time in the world," Eren purred into your ears again as he inserted his middle finger into your warm hole, making you jolt forward.
Your moans grew louder as he inserted another finger, then two, and finally three, and Eren was ecstatic.
He hasn't even shoved his dick into you yet, and you're already a fucking mess.
This is far superior to his wildest dreams.
"Let's see whether you can take my whole fist, senpai."
The notion of him penetrating you with his entire fist made your heart race.
Eren instantly sensed your uneasiness and kissed you repeatedly, saying, "Relax, senpai."
You did as you were told, which is ironic given that you are the senior in the picture, but here you are acting like an obedient lamb to him.
Eren had a suspicion you were the submissive type because he's quite excellent at reading people, but it came as such a nice surprise to him that you were fawningly subservient.
He remained still to allow you to adjust, and when he was certain it was safe to move again, he curled his fingers, causing you to let out a screamless moan while he groaned audibly as you began to tighten around his hand.
"Ah, so you like that, huh? I'm glad," he said in a chirpy manner, to which you reacted with another sexy moan while thrusting your hips forward, urging him to continue, which he gladly did.
"Y/N," he began, omitting the honorifics on purpose, and to be honest, he sounded so hot when he spoke your name like that, you liked it.
"Cmere," he whispered, tilting your head his way and capturing your lips for a passionate kiss.
His tongue nestled on your lower lip, coaxing you to let him in, which you did, and he spent no time playing with your tongue. He continued to fist fuck you as the kiss progressed.
You whimpered against his lips as the pleasure increased significantly due to Eren's unrelenting thrust, and it became even more intense when he began stroking your clit with his other hand.
The searing coil inside you was becoming too much to bear; it was about to burst at any moment.
"Just you wait until I shove my cock in your pussy, you will feel even better and fuller." he murmured as he sucked your tongue dry. You'd enjoy that, right, Y/N? You would love to have my cock buried snuggly inside your pretty cunt, right?"
He backed away from the kiss for a second to let you respond, but he 'accidentally' pinched your clit, prompting you to moan wantonly in ecstasy.
Eren smirked as you unraveled in front of him, his gaze fixed on the juice squirting from your pussy, despite the fact that his fist was still buried deep inside you.
"Whoops?" was all he said after that.
He let you relax for a few seconds, and then, as you were coming down from your high, he drew his hand away, making you quiver. He then showed you his cream coated hand, brought it up to his lips, and began sucking your nectar, making your cheeks burn scarlet.
"You want some too? Here," you whimpered as you watched him lick his hand.
Eren extended his hand in front of you, and with what little energy you had left, you leaned forward, grasped his hand, guided it to your lips, and started licking it.
You sucked his fingers more enthusiastically as he rammed his fingers into your mouth, making you gag.
He moved in front of you while you sucked his fingers; it's a shame he won't be able to see your reflection while screwing you, but there's always next time, right?
He finally moved his fingers away from your lips, and being the nice, caring senior that you are, you managed to lick his fingers clean, earning you a light slap on the cheek.
Eren towered over your little frame, and you couldn't help but feel a little intimidated.
You'd never felt so tiny in your life, both physically and metaphorically.
"I feel you don't need these any longer," Eren murmured, tugging at your garments. You willingly lifted your arms, making it simpler for him to remove all your clothes, and as your perky boobs came into view, his eyes shone with delight.
They were perfect.
They were just how he had envisioned them in his head.
Your back arched as he fondled your supple breasts. The way he caressed them caused you to close your eyes due to the intense pleasure he was giving you.
"A-Ahh—" you gasped as his rough thumb grazed over your tender nipples. Soon after, he squeezed them, causing you to yelp, and heat started to pool in your core once again.
He then slid his hands down your sides, sending shivers down your spine.
And as his enormous hands fell on your hips, he squeezed them tightly, taking full advantage of the fact that you bruise easily.
It was his way of displaying his dominance.
Eren snatched your chin between his fingers and compelled you to look at him, and you shuddered visibly at the intensity of his gaze.
"Let's see whether you can still call me your baby brother once I'm done with you."
He smiled sweetly at you before removing his shirt, showing his captivating abs and toned arms; your pupils dilated at the tantalizing sight.
He's right; he's not the young man you once knew.
And it's been that way for years. You've simply been too preoccupied to notice.
The more you stared at him, the more attractive he appeared.
You began to crave him at that very moment.
Just like him, you suddenly want to keep him all to yourself.
"Show me what you've got then," you urged him.
"Oh, I will." he exclaimed, his face bright with delight.
He eventually let go of your chin and dove down to capture your lips for another passionate kiss, and while he was lip-locking with you, he deftly shed the rest of his garments, releasing his aching cock from the confines of his pants.
"You're going to be a good girl and bounce on my cock, hm?" He murmured in between kisses,
You whined softly and wrapped your arms around him, your dainty fingers running over his long, brown hair.
When you originally recorded the first part of season four, he needed hair extensions since his natural hair was too short, but it has now grown so long that he no longer needs them. And, while you're on the subject, while you considered him to be rather dashing with clean-cut hair, he's incredibly stunning with long hair.
You drew him closer, his nipples brushing against yours, making both of you groan in ecstasy.
"Eren—I want you, please," you begged in your tiny voice.
"I knew it," he murmured as he deepened the kiss even more, making you moan even louder in pure bliss when he began toying with your boobs again.
"What?" you inquired.
"I had a suspicion you're a cockslut," he says as he drags you closer to him, and you quickly wrap your legs around him before he carries you to the sofa, nestling you nice and easy on his lap.
You stared at his shaft, and a gasp escaped from your lips as you realized how huge he was.
He was also somewhat veiny too, and the tip was plastered with his pre-cum.
You hadn't even realized your mouth was agape until Eren squeezed your cheeks and brought you back to reality. When you glanced at him, he gave you a charming smile.
"Come and get it, y/n," he said as he reclined back on the sofa, placing his elbow on the cushion while stroking his dick directly in front of you.
“Ahh, Ohh–”
Despite the fact that he had fucked you with his fist earlier, you still found it difficult to adapt to him.
He was so massive and girthy that he made you feel like he was going to tear you apart.
"You’re so big—" you groaned as you clenched around him, causing him to moan.
Your tightness was driving him insane, and for the record, he's been holding himself for quite some time now, so he's become a little sensitive.
You began to bounce up and down after you had fully adjusted to him. The pleasure it gave you two propelled you to kingdom come.
Apparently, the sight of your blissed-out face and bouncing boobs was too much for him. He flung his head back, groaning aloud as you rode him.
You rested both of your hands on his shoulder, while he had a vice grip on your hips, as both of you drowned in ecstasy.
In all honesty, none of you will last much longer.
Eren generously took over when he sensed you were growing tired.
You yelped in both pain and pleasure as his grasp tightened even more as he attempted to lay you down on the sofa, and after you were perfectly positioned on the soft cushion, he began to ramp up the pace.
"You're such a good girl, taking my cock so well; you're so stunning with your mouth gaping and your eyes, fuck, y/n. You're so gorgeous being screwed like this."
"Mmn, yeahh, feels so, so good--ah, fuck!"
It felt like déjà vu.
The expression on your face was precisely the same as the one he got in his head while he was jerking last night.
Your eyes were out of focus and rolling back as he fucked you stupid. Your mouth was hanging slack, drool was trickling down your chin, and your boobs were bouncing wildly with each powerful thrust from him.
Except this was reality, and Eren had masterfully rendered you stupid.
At this time, you were just babbling nonsense, like a mash-up of "feel so amazing," "so large," and "so full."
It was a sight to behold since he'd never seen you so vulnerable before.
On and off camera, you were always well-mannered and composed.
It was one of the qualities he admires about you, and it was also one of the reasons he wanted to see you crack.
He wants to see his beloved senpai unravel at his own hands.
Eren dipped down to your lips, devouring your lips again in a hot kiss before leaning closer to your ears, "I'm close—where do you want me to—"
"Inside."
"You sure?" Eren said, his eyes wide.
"Yes," you gasped, "I'm on birth control, please—"
"Y/N—fuck—" Eren groaned out loud, his thrust getting sloppier by the minute as he chased after his sweet, sweet release.
And then, just like in his fantasy, you stared at him with misty eyes, your tongue darting out of your cum covered lips, and you needily moaned out his name, "Eren."
Hot seed began to spurt from his cock, painting your walls white.
Your back arched and your toes curled in response to the warmth, and a prolonged moan escaped your lips as you reached nirvana.
Eren held you close to him as he orgasmed, his hips bucking every now and then, making sure you got every last drop of his cum. He was so engrossed in the moment that his confession came out so nonchalantly.
To be honest, it took you a while to comprehend what he had just said, and Eren grew concerned when he didn't hear a response from you.
"Senpai—"
"I heard you."
He drew back slightly to gaze at you, his eyes unsteady and his cheeks flushed red. You reached out to him and cradled one side of his face, caressing his cheek with your thumb, but he interrupted you just as you were about to say something.
He took your hand in his and kissed every knuckle with his lips.
"I appreciate you considering me as your younger brother in the industry, but I want to be more for you; Y/N, I love you. I always have and no, this isn't some puppy love I developed overnight, and by no means am I urging you to accept my feelings. All I wanted is a fair shot, an opportunity for me to show you that I can also be a man for you, and if you still don't feel the same, I will politely retreat.”
Five minutes ago, he was just fucking your brains out and calling you a cockslut, but now he's a blushing disaster after professing his love to you.
How adorable.
With what little energy you had left, you wrapped your arms around him and reeled him in towards you and landed a sweet kiss on his lips, which he gladly reciprocated, and before things escalated again, you pulled away.
You really don't mind, but it's getting late.
"Is that a yes? He asked, his voice so tiny and gentle in comparison to his towering stature.
"Mhm," you say, nodding.
Eren smiled graciously and kissed you on the lips again, adding,
plot summary: After keeping them buried for years, Eren Jaeger, your co-star in the hit anime series Attack on Titan, finally acts on his feelings for you.
content warnings : nsfw, eren is yandere-ish in this, can be psychologically triggering for some so read with caution.
author’s note; okay, so this happened lol. i was scrolling through tiktok when i came across those actor!snk fanarts and then this fic came to mind. i honestly don't know how frequently i'll be able to update this or whether i'll be able to continue, but we'll see! i hope you'll stay around and read it!
as always, your comments are highly appreciated! <3
"How do you feel as the series comes to a close?"
"It's difficult to put into words, but I guess we can boil it down to feeling bittersweet that Shingeki No Kyojin is finally coming to an end after so many years of working on it; I'm happy that we've come so far, but also sad that we're literally three months away from its grand finale; well, for the viewers, they still have a few months, but for me and my co-actors, we only have a few weeks shooting days left before we say goodbye to one another."
Dozens of reporters and media outlets listened intently as Eren conveyed his genuine sentiments about SNK's closing stages as a program and as his work because the show has literally been his home for nine years.
Not to mention that the program was where he got his start as an actor.
And as you all watch him talk so confidently, a wave of nostalgia washes over you, as if your very first press conference, when Shingeki No Kyojin was originally announced to the public, was only yesterday, and Eren was fumbling every now and then when it was his turn to speak.
As soon as the nostalgia faded, it was replaced with a surge of pride.
Every one of you is happy about his development as an actor, but also about the man he's become in those nine years.
When the same reporter turned to you, you instantly turned on your microphone.
"How about you, L/N-san? What are your feelings, and as one of the actors who were personally handpicked six months before the program was revealed, do you believe you were able to meet Isayama-sensei's expectations?"
You took a few moments to gather your thoughts before smiling and responding to his question.
"I actually share Eren's sentiments. I'm happy because we were able to reach this far, and over the years, we've grown so close to one another that I believe it'll be really sad when we finally part ways. We practically grew up together, so it's safe to say we've known each other our whole lives. For starters, before the actual shooting began, we all went through basic military and stunt training for the ODM gear, so if we add up all the years we spent together, it's been more than 10 years. It honestly seems like I'm graduating from high school all over again,"
"I could've sworn that me and Mikasa were still in our mid 20s, but now we're in our early 30s, meanwhile Eren was still in his early 20s, but he just turned 30 a few weeks ago," Jean remarked.
"Hey, don't bring up our age!" Levi said from his seat, making the audience and the rest of the cast laugh.
"Yeah, that's supposed to be taboo, you dumbass," Zeke added.
"Don't worry about them; they've both just turned 40, so you know, they're getting a little antsy," you joked, laughing in your seat.
They’re not really 40.
Like you, Levi had just turned 34 while Zeke just turned 32 this year.
"We aren't!"
You continued answering the question when you had calmed down after your good friends' little interjection.
"Hmm... Where was I? Ah, so yeah, when I was told that I'd be playing as Mikasa, I was definitely thrilled and flattered that Isayama-sensei personally sought me out to play her, and to be honest, I've been meaning to portray someone like her and act in an action-packed series for a long time, and of course, I am a fan of Shingeki No Kyojin myself. But I will never deny the strain and stress I was subjected to over the course of those nine years. Before season one began, there was even a time when I considered giving up the role and handing it over to someone else, believing that I wasn't ready and that the burden would be too tremendous for me to bear. I was just five years into my career at that time, and the fact that I'd had such a successful run so far as an actor made me feel even more anxious and afraid than confident. And for the last five years, I've only worked with veteran actors, but this time I'm one of them, so there's added pressure to set a good example for my juniors. Whether some of us were hand picked by Isayama-sensei or not, we went into this with the mindset of a rookie. Since Shingeki No Kyojin is loved globally, it's evident that hundreds of thousands of people will be monitoring us, whether we're seasoned actors or not. Mediocrity is not an option for us.”
"You did a really nice job, though," Eren said, his eyes filled with honesty.
"Thank you, Eren," you said, smiling at his remark.
When the reporter heard his statement, he said, "Can you tell me more about your experience working with L/N-san?"
“As someone who's new to the whole showbiz and acting thing, I couldn't ask for a better role model. Y/N-san has been nothing but kind and helpful to me and to my fellow co-actors. When she stated that she felt enormous pressure to lead us greenhorns while still being relatively new to the industry, she feared she would do a horrible job–I beg to differ, because she's done an incredible job. I can totally see why people hailed her as one of Japan's most prized jewels," Eren smiled brightly.
To be frank, if this wasn't a press conference, he might have said more.
He wanted to shout to the world how brilliant you are, how lovely you are even when you're covered in mud during filming, and how much you made his heart skip a beat every time you looked at him with those gorgeous eyes of yours.
Eren couldn't really remember when he fell in love with you, but he was swept away by your stunning looks when he first saw you at the script reading.
You were already gorgeous on his laptop screen when he watched your prior work, but you seemed like a total goddess in person.
It took him a bit to adjust to you, though, because you were, after all, his senpai.
You debuted five years before him, so he can't just stroll up to you and act friendly with you.
However, after season two, he eventually came out of his shell and became more interactive with you and the rest of the group.
Eren has always been a bashful kid at heart.
“Oh, Y/N is blushing.” Reiner teased you as he noticed your rosy cheeks.
The others noticed and started teasing you, making the entire atmosphere even more joyful, a complete contrast to the series, and it was truly a pleasure for everyone to see you all smiling and laughing.
You were all so good at portraying your characters that the emotions emitted from each episode passed through the screens and into people's hearts. It's almost as if the characters you portrayed entirely erased your true identity.
"What Eren stated was correct though," Levi added as all of the media turned to him, "so as her senpai, I sincerely praise her performance as an actress and as our colleague, and it's even safe to claim that the show's success was due to her."
"You know, that's not true; it was a team effort," you said, your ears turning crimson.
"They say it was Erwin's ball of steel," Miche added, making everyone burst out laughing.
"When I read that tweet, I choked on my vodka," Erwin said, chuckling, then continued, "To be honest I wish I could retweet that a thousand times."
"Miche enjoys staring at other people's dick; he's truly the perfect actor for his character," Levi remarked, eliciting more laughter from the audience.
"What? I'm just happy to know that everyone's well endowed."
"Phrasing, Miche-san," Moblit grumbled.
The press conference continued in this manner.
The cast was sincere in answering each question, while the others would throw in a few jokes here and there, making everyone laugh their asses off.
After a few more press inquiries, the event came to a close, and you were all back in the dressing room chilling.
You were in the same room as Eren, Armin, and Reiner for today's event. Following that, you have a commercial shoot scheduled. It's a miracle you're still alive considering you only got two hours of sleep the night before, but you've gotten accustomed to it.
That's just a celebrity's life.
"Miche and Levi were so hilarious earlier; it's been a long time since I laughed that hard," Armin commented as he sipped his cup noodles. He, like you, has another commitment after the press conference, so he's just having a quick lunch before heading off.
Most of your co-stars had already left since they either had other commitments to attend to or just wanted to rest before taping resumes the next day.
You've arrived at the last season of the series, and everyone is both eager and nervous.
And to match Mikasa's look in the manga, you'll be cutting your hair shorter before heading to the studio tomorrow.
"It's like they're five-year-olds trapped in the bodies of forty-year-old men, huh, baby?" Annie giggled, sitting close to Armin and toying with his freshly cut hair to which he leaned towards her and gave her a gentle kiss on the lips.
He snickered, "I lost it when Moblit called them out.”
"Right?!"
You stared at them with a warm smile on your face, clearly happy for the couple.
Much to the joy of your fans, Annie and Armin went from on-screen loveteams to real-life couples.
They recently revealed to the public that they were dating after being photographed leaving Armin's penthouse. They were obviously upset that their relationship had been revealed in the press, but what's done is done, and they had no choice but to come clean.
Nobody issued a negative reaction because everyone believed that after spending nearly a decade together, it's just a matter of time before one of you develops feelings for each other.
Heck, you even lived together in dormitories for a year while undergoing military and ODM Gear training.
And now that Armin and Annie are in a relationship, a few of your admirers are hoping you and Eren will follow suit. Same with Ymir and Historia.
They actually ship you with a handful of your co-stars.
The most popular candidate was obviously Eren, who was followed by Jean, Levi, and even Zeke.
Despite the fact that your characters are distant relatives, many people ship you and Levi because they enjoy your off-screen interactions.
He's 10 years your senior, but you're both the same age; Levi's simply been in the industry since he was five. The studio is a mess when you two are together because you love messing with your co-actors.
One time, you squeezed a decent amount of wasabi in Jean's sandwich making the poor guy scream bloody murder for he can't eat spicy food.
For obvious reasons, they ship you with Jean, and then they ship you with Zeke because he was your previous leading man in your earlier works.
He's also your first kiss and your closest friend in the industry.
Who doesn't enjoy a good best friend to lover trope, right?
"Remember when they scared us in our dorm room at night? I almost broke Levi's nose when he did a jump scare on me."
"He could as well deserve it," Armin remarked, adding, "They also scared me and Bertholt once while you were out training."
"He's the polar opposite of the Captain, isn't he?" Eren said.
You chuckled. "You could say that again," you said, "hey, you did great today."
"Yeah, I was blown away by your responses. Before, you were darting your eyes at us because you were too nervous to answer the press, but now you're so good at it. Good job." Armin replied, making the kid next to you flush.
He, too, is a polar opposite to the role he is portraying.
For the most part, because he shares some of his characteristics with him too.
"Thank you, senpai," Eren responded politely.
"Do you still have a schedule after this?" you questioned as you began to fix your stuff, because your manager had just texted you that your driver was only five minutes away from the studio.
"No, I'll be heading home after this; I'm just resting because the press conference wore me out," Eren said, shaking his head.
"Make the most of your day off then, because tomorrow's another busy day for all of us," you chuckled, giving him a sisterly pat on the head.
“Will do.” Eren said, chuckling sheepishly.
For a while, Eren was delighted when you pay attention to him, but as time passed and his feelings for you grew stronger, he began to dislike how you constantly treat him as if he were a sibling rather than someone you would, you know, date or, for lack of a better term, fuck.
Of course, he's partly at fault because he hasn't made any effort to express his sentiments. He's too shy to say anything to you, and he's also committed to maintaining your strong chemistry since the series isn't over yet. The last thing he wanted to do was jeopardize everybody's hard work.
Not to mention, he's also in a pretty delicate situation.
Even with Shingeki No Kyojin's success, he's still a relative newcomer with much to prove, whereas you're already well-known internationally and have a lengthy record of accomplishments and honors.
Who is he to go after someone like that?
And, more importantly, do you like younger men?
You expressly stated in one of your interviews that you prefer older men, so that alone is proof that he doesn't have a chance.
But that stupid Porco had to catch him looking at you with heart eyes during the shoot, and the guy happens to be too clever for his own good.
During their five-minute break, he told him:
"Why don't you give it a shot?"
So here he is, debating whether to take his advice or simply keep his mouth shut forever and watch you get stolen by another guy.
Stupid Pock.
"Now that you mention it, I have to wake up at 3 a.m. because they'll be putting the hair extensions in, and I'm exhausted just thinking about it."
"I think we're in the same boat; my call time is also at 3 a.m. since they need to cut my hair shorter," you stated as you stood up to leave.
"Wait, really?"
"Yeah, I'll be filming till late tonight, so I won't be able to have my hair cut at a salon."
So, at 3 a.m. tomorrow, it'll just be you and him?
Eren was supposed to say something else when you heard your driver's horn honking from outside.
"Alright, I'll be off then; see you tomorrow, Eren, Armin, and Annie-chan," you remarked as you waved goodbye.
"See you later!"
"Best of luck with your shooting!"
As you were gathering your belongings, Eren stood up and took your duffel bag, saying, "Let me walk you to your van, Senpai."
"Thank you, Eren," you said gratefully.
While Eren walks you outside, Porco's words rang in his mind very much like your driver's horn.
He was so lost in thought that you had to gently squeeze his cheeks to bring him back to reality. For some reason, you felt chills go down your spine as his emerald green eyes locked onto yours.
"Thank you for carrying my suitcase; I'll see you tomorrow, Eren," you said cordially.
"Yeah, see you tomorrow too, senpai." Eren said, mirroring your smile but lacking the innocent aura it always possesses.
"How long do you intend to play Sleeping Beauty, Y/N? It's been two days and you're still sleeping like a log."
Tengen's relatively deep voice resonated throughout your private hospital room. His voice sounded awfully chirpy, but he felt anything but cheerful.
In fact, he has kicked himself far too many times in his head while waiting for you to wake up.
It was his way of retaliating against himself for failing to protect you.
How unflashy and pathetic of him, right?
It's been four days since the terrible incident, and while everyone is worried sick about you, they're thankful you're still alive and well.
Despite what transpired, your vitals appear to be in terrific form, and you appear to be perfectly healthy.
However, Shinobu claims that when they were performing numerous tests on you, they saw an abnormal lump in your breast area.
They initially assumed it was a tumor cell, but with the present facts, they can only presume it's his cells that have somehow remained dormant in your system.
Except for Sanemi's suppository while ministering to you, no one can truly give any valuable information at the moment. They can't really confirm his claim because he could have been in a complete trance on that day. But, of course, they're not fully ruling anything out, because your existence or reincarnation is, likewise, a pretty alien concept.
Anything is possible at this point, to be honest.
So, even if you're totally healthy, you're not out of the woods yet.
And the only feasible conclusion Shinobu could reach at the moment was that Kibutsuji Muzan is alive and probably living inside you, sucking your life force from within, and honestly, that could very well be the case, because not only did you require blood transfusions due to blood loss, but a number of your vital organs were declining at an alarming rate on that day.
It was as if you were pregnant with a demon child.
So the plan is for you to undergo surgery in which they will try to remove the lump and dispose of it as soon as possible before it matures entirely.
It will be Shinobu's first time performing such a delicate procedure, but there is a first time for everything, right?
To say Tengen is terrified for your life would be the understatement of the century.
"Still fast asleep, huh?"
Tengen's attention was drawn to Sanemi's words as soon as he entered the room.
"Like a baby," he chuckled halfheartedly to his companion.
The Wind Hashira settled in and proceeded to replace the withered flowers in the vase with new ones.
"By the way, Kanae sends her regards; she's still overseas, so she can't visit."
"It's okay; tell her I appreciate the flowers."
"When is the operation?" Sanemi said, his eyes filled with worry as he looked at you.
"There's no formal date yet," Tengen shrugged, his eyes never leaving your tiny frame sleeping soundly on the bed. "Shinobu suggested it'd be best to wait for her to regain consciousness; that way we can tell her she'll be undergoing surgery and also assure she's completely safe."
"I see, but I'm glad the colors have returned to her face again; she looked like a total corpse the last time I saw her." Sanemi bit his lip and looked at the Sound Hashira, "Sorry, I shouldn't have said it like that."
"You're saying that now?" Tengen deadpanned
Sanemi just cleared his throat and handed him something, saying, "Obanai found this in the office lobby. He says it's Y/ N's."
It was a necklace with a pendant.
Tengen recognized it right away.
"How fitting for her to bear a pendant with wisteria blossoms carved on it," Sanemi observed as he watched the Sound Hashira place the necklace on you.
"Right?"
Tengen grimaced as he struggled to fasten the necklace, not seeing that you were finally rousing awake until you let out a small grunt.
Tengen instantly pulled away, worrying that you could be struggling to breathe because of him.
"Y/N?!"
"Wait—I'll fetch Kocho." Sanemi ran back outside to summon Shinobu, and as he ran towards her office, a few tears fell from his eyes, and relief encompassed his entire being.
Thank goodness!
You struggled to open your eyes since the lights in your room were too intense, but Tengen's towering form was able to block most of them, so it didn't take long for you to adjust your eyes.
Tengen sat on your bed and cared for you, holding one side of your face and looking at you intently,
"Y/N? How are you feeling? Do you feel any pain?"
“Everything has finally come back to me.”
Tengen stared at you, visibly puzzled, but when you looked at him with such familiarity, he finally understood what you meant. He drew you into an embrace, completely forgetting you were still healing, and you swore it was the tightest and warmest hug he had ever given you.
You returned the hug with a soft giggle, and as you held him tight, you felt his shoulders tremble, which indicated he was crying. "I'm sorry for keeping you waiting and causing you so much pain, Tengen."
"No, I should be apologizing to you; you did nothing wrong," he replied between sniffles, his embrace tightening by the minute.
"But I'm so happy you finally remember."
"You, too, did nothing wrong, my love; please don't blame yourself."
Tengen eventually pulled away from the hug, his eyes bloodshot from crying, and his cheeks and nose flushed.
He looked absolutely adorable.
"You would not have died if I hadn't pursued you before."
"We wouldn't be able to meet and be together today if I hadn't died that day," you replied firmly, as you cupped his face and wiped away his tears.
"It was entirely my decision to sacrifice myself that night, Tengen; you did nothing wrong. I wanted to atone for the misdeeds I committed while I was still a demon. I wanted to help you with your cause, so don't believe even for a second that you caused my demise since all you did was love and care for me.”
Tengen buried his face once more in your embrace and wept quietly.
You tried to console him by caressing his back and whispering sweet words to him, and after a few minutes of stillness, he continued, "I heard you that night."
"Hmm?"
"I heard you loud and clear when you said you loved me on that mountain top."
"Well, you are the Sound Hashira," you chuckled.
Tengen grumbled, "You could've said it when I was still at your side, you know."
"Are we really talking about this now?"
"I love you," he said as he gazed up at you and captured your lips for a sweet kiss.
When you returned his gaze, you swear you saw an entire universe twirling around in his eyes.
"I love you too, Tengen," you whispered tenderly, and sealed the deal with a kiss.
*
Tengen made himself at ease on your bed while waiting for Shinobu to come down to your room.
Fortunately, it was large enough to accommodate both of you.
Sanemi had returned and informed you that Shinobu was in the middle of performing intricate surgery on one of her patients, and that she would be unable to see you for some time.
"Now I understand why you were so harsh to me on that day, Sanemi-senpai," you stated to the Wind Hashira, who was sitting by your bedside.
"I know I'm centuries late, but I'm sorry..."
"That's all in the past." he said, as he shook his head and smiled warmly at you.
"Thank you," you said, with a sincere grin.
"You still owe me coffee, though, because you scared the living daylights out of me and damaged my newly bought dress shirt," he joked, to which you responded, "Don't worry, once I get discharged, coffee is on me, senpai."
"Why don't you just ask Giyuu to get you coffee?" Tengen deadpanned as he side-eyed him.
"As if he'd actually buy me anything," Sanemi snorted.
"He did buy me a slice of cake once," you answered, and both of them glanced at you with wide eyes. "During one of our field days, Giyuu bought me a slice of strawberry shortcake because he spotted me gazing at it, and he insisted it was his belated welcome present to me."
"Oh, so that fool can be pleasant and kind as well?"
"He's always been kind to me, and he even helped me with my presentation," you added, turning to Tengen. "Remember the layout you loved so much? It was actually Giyuu-senpai's idea, and I simply adapted it to your taste."
"You should thank him, for he also helped in your rescue because Sanemi was too scared to move."
"You would be too if you were in my position!" Sanemi replied, glaring at your boyfriend, but as usual, there is no hostility between them.
"I will, and Sanemi-senpai," you smiled as you turned to face him, "thank you."
"Anyone could've done the same thing, but you're welcome," he said, somewhat flustered, turning aside and pretending to fix his hair.
“Oh, and by the way, we already replaced your present computer with a new one since your old one was infested with a virus." he added
"Seriously? So, that explains it. Thank you, Senpai. "
You spent most of the day conversing and catching up with each other while waiting for Shinobu.
What did you miss while sleeping? What truly happened to you?
And when they said your former master might still be alive and could be living inside you, you froze and couldn't fathom the information.
So that explains why you've been having those nightmares and experiencing random chest pains.
Kibutsuji Muzan is trying to seize control of your body and your life again for his own selfish gains.
"I think you're right," you murmured, staring down at your hands, "I once had a dream in which he was there."
"Was it the dream you mentioned to me a few months ago?"
"Yeah, and to be honest, I don't think we can call it a dream anymore since it truly seemed like he was talking directly to me in my psyche," You nodded grimly, turning to them regretfully, "I'm sorry for putting your lives in danger."
"No, it's not your fault. No one saw this coming, not even you, so don't blame yourself. It's meaningless to point fingers now, so let's just focus our energy on solving this before it gets any worse," Sanemi said, shaking his head.
"Are you talking about the operation?"
Tengen nodded, still nervous about the whole thing, "Yeah. Once Shinobu comes here, she'll examine you one more time before you can go home."
"Oh, I see..."
Even though you have complete faith in them, a large part of you is still scared and nervous about what is to come.
This is an entirely new matter for all of you, and you're all pretty much playing it by ear.
"I don't know how to wield a Nichirin Blade, so the least I could do is help, huh?" You said, attempting to be positive.
"That's correct," Sanemi smirked, "but it's never too late for you to practice."
"I guess, because my mother did mention to me once that my great grandfather was a former Hashira," you chuckled.
"Seriously?" both men said, their eyes wide.
"Yeah, to be honest, I didn't really get it at first, since, you know, my memory was a bit foggy, but yeah, my great grandfather was a Hashira, but unfortunately he didn't make it; otherwise, you'd know him," you affirmed.
"And this—" you showed them your wisteria pendant, "was his. It was passed down to me because, according to my grandparents, I’m a Marechi, which makes me a favorable target for demons. This pendant was supposed to be for my protection against them, or so they say."
You were about to say anything else when something sparked in your mind, and you turned to Sanemi, "I've been wanting to ask you this, but I always forget, and I'm not sure how I'll say it to you. Your surname is Shinazugawa, right?"
Sanemi nodded, making you beam warmly.
"I'm not sure whether it's purely a coincidence, but my mother's surname is also Shinazugawa, and my great-grandfather is from her side of the family," you said.
Sanemi's eyes widened like saucers, and he murmured softly, in stark contrast to his usual demeanor, "Wait, which means—".
"Technically, I'm your predecessor, but I guess I was resurrected as your cousin," you chuckled.
Well, that explains why the two of you have the same hair and eye color.
You two are connected through your mother's side of the family.
And you being related might be one of the reasons you're a Marechi as well.
Perhaps you weren't familiar with each other because you lived in the countryside for most of your life, whereas Sanemi grew up in the capital.
Somehow, the thought of you falling victim to Muzan's arms way back when left a very unpleasant taste in Sanemi's mouth.
He can't help but feel bad as well for not being able to defend his own kin at the time, even though you were presumably decades older than him.
He used to want to protect you as a friend, but now he wants to protect you as kin, as your older brother.
Sanemi will go to any length to ensure that you do not fall into the same trap again, even if it means sacrificing his own life for you.
As Rengoku stated, they never forsake their families.
"My mother said that we have cousins in the countryside, and we've always intended to pay you a visit, but just as we were ready to go, we heard that something had happened, and you were no longer living there." Sanemi stated
Tengen frowned, since he already knew the story, but the fact that you and Sanemi are blood relatives was obviously news to him.
"Yeah, there was a great fight amongst the heads of my father's family, and they were quarreling over lands and estates left behind by my grandparents," you said regretfully.
"What happened?" your cousin inquired, a worried expression on his face.
"My mom and I got caught in it. My mom especially, because when my father would return home after arguing with my grandparents and his siblings, he'd project his anger onto her and he'd—do horrible things to her. It was worse when he was drunk. Literal hell would break loose in our house."
Tengen drew you closer to him, making you smile gently despite telling them a very sad story: "As a result, my mom became mentally unstable, and she'd throw her displeasure onto me, and I became her personal punching bag. And then just a few years ago, my mother finally decided to divorce him, and she took me with her. I was honestly surprised that she even thought of taking me with her. She apologized, and I decided to forgive her, but a year later, she started mistreating me again, and it got a lot worse because we were basically penniless. I was still in college at the time, so I couldn't really land a full-time job. As she could not work anymore, she depended on me."
As you continued your story, you noticed Sanemi's hand clenching shut.
You couldn't help but smile because it's really comforting to see someone get mad on your behalf.
"I immediately sought for a job after graduating from college, and the instant I received my first paycheck, I packed my things and ran away; I've never looked back since."
"You really shouldn't," Sanemi grumbled. "Fuck your mom, she's horrible, and fuck your father as well."
"Tengen said the same thing, you know?"
Your boyfriend grumbled, "Anybody with a heart could've said the same thing."
"I suppose," you chuckled, "but yep, that's my life story; I'd share the life I had when I was a demon too, but it would take us a whole day just to get to the highlight."
"Well, we have a lifetime to talk about that; for now, you need to focus on getting better. I'd offer you my place, but I know you're already living with Tengen, so if you ever miss home, you can pay us a visit. Genya would be overjoyed to know that his Santa Clause is his own biological cousin." Sanemi remarked, smiling.
"I'd like that," you said with a smile.
Tengen kisses your forehead and says, "I'm not sure about having Sanemi as my future brother-in-law, but I guess you can't have it all, huh?"
"You really should be kind to me, you know? With her worthless father and mother out of the picture, I'm essentially her guardian," Sanemi tossed his empty paper cup at your boyfriend, striking him straight in the face and making you laugh out loud.
You returned your gaze to the Wind Hashira, saying, "Nii-san, if he ever breaks my heart, you know what to do, okay?"
"You don't even need to say anything, Y/N." Sanemi smirked.
Tengen glared at you with deadly eyes, his hands already curled around the hilt of his swords, ready to attack.
But instead of approaching him, you continued your speech; you even had the luxury of sitting down on the rooftop you're presently standing on.
You crossed your legs and locked your gaze on him; from his perspective, he could clearly see your rank in your pupils.
"In a world like this, humanity is such a small price to pay in exchange for immortality; I wasn't planning nor do I enjoy killing all those people; it just so happens they're one of the conditions I have to abide by in order to survive; I simply chose myself and my happiness," you said, your voice sounding strangely lullaby-like for a blood-sucking demon.
"Well, I hope you had your fill because this is the last day you'll be sinking your fangs into someone's neck," he stated as he took a stance, but you were unfazed.
Instead, you flashed him your trademark smile, which your master oh-so adores.
"Oh, and why is that, Demon Slayer?"
"Simple, you happened to cross paths with me."
As you rose up and batted the dust away from your skin-tight bottoms, a bell-chime-like chuckle escaped your lips.
"I see; let's see whether you can truly prove something to me, because the last man who claimed that became my meal."
Not even a second later, you were already in his face, preparing to strike, but Tengen, true to his reputation, was able to evade your assault effortlessly.
"Not bad," you said, smirking.
"Thank you," Tengen said, with a wink.
While you unleashed your blood demon art, you continued your speech from earlier.
"Don't get me wrong, I intend to die in the near future too; it just so happens that the people who came at me so far were incredibly weak, and I don't want to go in a pathetic fashion, so if you want my head, Demon Slayer, you'll have to fight hard for it."
content warning: toxic relationships with parents, mentions of depression and su!cide, can be psychologically triggering for other people so please read with caution.
"Wait, wait a minute—" Sanemi finally responded after a full minute of silence to process what you just said to him.
He's wearing his distinctive scowl, and you can tell he's just as stressed as you are by the way he's pacing around his messy bedroom with his hands on his hips.
"So, let me get this straight: you and your mother had another altercation, and in the heat of the moment, you grabbed your phone and wallet—you didn't even bother gathering a few pieces of clothing—and you walked out, shrieking at her that you will never ever come back?"
"Yeah. That's about it," you said, sheepishly biting your lips and nodding to your lover.
"What are your plans now? I mean, you can stay here, but what about school? You're finally graduating this year, right?"
When the mention of your graduation came up, tears streamed down your cheeks, causing the man in front of you to panic a little.
Sanemi quickly sat down next to you on the bed, swiftly throwing his arm around your waist and pulling you close to him.
"I don't even know whether it's worth it anymore," you murmured, your voice cracking.
"That bad, huh? What did your psychotic mother say this time?"
"She went on about owing her for giving birth to me and essentially rearing me when she could have done something else, and that the least I could do for her was make her rich. In her eyes, I was never her daughter. I'm just one of her life insurance policies, her back-up plan. That's why it's so easy for her to say such cruel things to me. But she's not like that with my brothers; in fact, despite the fact that they owe her money, she's ten times more kind and loving to them.”
While you wept and vented in Sanemi's arms, he tried to comfort you by softly caressing your back. Every time you hiccupped from sobbing too much, his hug tightened, as if to let you know he was there for you.
“Sanemi, I'm sick of it all. I didn't want to leave without a plan, but I don't think I'd be able to make it if I stayed another day in that household.”
"You did a very good job of standing up for yourself, babe. It's high time you put them in their shitty places. Don't worry about clothes and other necessities or anything else for that matter; I'll help you get back on your feet again, okay?" Sanemi said, hugging you even tighter.
You whispered a thank you as you buried your face deeper into his chest, seeking solace in the aroma and warmth of his presence.
"You know, I was on the verge of grabbing the bread knife she was holding and stabbing myself with it, but your face flashed through my mind; the whole world has been nothing but cruel to me, and I've wanted to give up so many times, but just thinking of you gives me the strength I need to keep holding on."
"I will always be here for you, Y/N. That will never, ever change," Sanemi said with a loving smile.
"I love you, Sanemi," you said, as more tears streamed down your face.
For a time, you both remained silent, and simply enjoyed each other's company. In his room, just your hiccups and occasional sniffles could be heard, as well as Sanemi's ipod playing random music.
Sanemi broke away from the hug after what seemed like an eternity, only to capture your lips for a passionate kiss, which you enthusiastically reciprocated despite the tears still streaming down your cheeks.
You sighed against his lips, creating a perfect chance for him to insert his tongue and come and play with yours.
When Sanemi felt your hands traveling down his abdomen, he grunted and joyfully invited you over to his lap, never breaking away from the kiss.
He sucked on your tongue, growing hungrier by the minute as his hands roamed about your body, gripping and caressing them as he kissed you intensely, but he tried his best not to let his desire get the best of him. After all, this isn't about him.
This is about you and giving you all the love you deserve that your good-for-nothing mother failed to give.
Sanemi gently lowered you into his bed while expertly removing the junk from his mattress.
As you felt his teeth pierce through the flesh on your neck, you let out a moan.
Wanting more, you craned your neck to give him better access.
Sanemi ran his tongue down to your collarbone, sucking at it while he removed your shirt and bra, displaying your beautiful breasts to him.
"Ahh—"
Your back arched as soon as his tongue got into touch with your already sensitive nipple. He took his slow time pampering the small nub while kneading the other one so it wouldn't get left out.
You placed your hands in his hair, gently tugging at it, especially as the pleasure increased.
Sanemi has always been gifted with both his tongue and his hands.
"Nemi—I want you, please," you pleaded to your boyfriend as you pressed your hips against his crotch.
"Yes, baby, I will give it to you later, okay? Let me just spoil you rotten first," he muttered over your erected nipple, the hot breath pouring out of his lips sending chills up your spine as he spoke.
You glanced at him through misty eyes, your cheeks and lips flushed and plump from sobbing and, of course, his gestures.
You then yanked on his shirt, suggesting he remove his clothes as well.
Chuckling, he flung his shirt and boxer shorts somewhere around the room before kissing you deep on the lips again. Anytime he dipped his stiff cock against your hungry cunt, a flurry of yearning moans would escape through your pretty, little lips.
"Who does she think she is, making my girl cry like that?" Sanemi whispered as his lips traveled down your body, leaving marks wherever he pleased while his hand roamed in every nook and crevice of your body.
While listening to him scold your mother, fat tears began to hurt your eyes once again.
Yesterday's memories replayed in your head like a melodrama, making you gasp for air as you wept again.
Half kidding, half serious, he remarked, "If you ask me, she deserves a good beating; no one should be able to make my baby girl cry and get away with it."
Despite your terrible connection with your mother, you never intended to intentionally harm her.
Despite everything, you still love her.
However, enough is enough.
There are only so many things that love can do.
When Sanemi prodded your clit with his tongue, you choked out a moan; you didn't even know he was already face-to-face with your glistening pussy until he placed his tongue flat on your moist folds.
Sanemi stared at you only to close his eyes, unable to take in how stunning you were with your cheeks flushed, tongue shooting out, and chest heaving up and down in anticipation.
You were incredibly breathtaking.
You were already engrossed in the pleasure as soon as he continued to eat you out.
Just a few moments ago, you were sobbing because of your toxic mother, but now you're crying because of Sanemi's wicked tongue.
"So sweet, you taste so amazing, Y/N.”
You felt a familiar coil within, signifying that you were getting near as Sanemi proceeded to spoil your clit by sucking it dry.
He didn't even have to ask to be honest because he could tell by the way you moaned his name like a sacred prayer.
"Are you gonna come for me, Y/N?"
As you climaxed, your muscles clenched, and his chin and lips were now coated with your juice after you literally squirted it all on his face.
Sanemi proceeded to swirl his tongue around your pulsing cunt, taking full advantage of your climax while humming gratefully.
When he finally withdrew from your cunt, you were still coming down from your high.
Sanemi had the largest grin on his face, which was the polar opposite of his usual expression.
He climbed up to you and seized your lips for another fiery kiss, making you taste your sweet essence.
Biting and tugging on your bottom lip as he bore his intense gaze into yours.
His jovial persona had vanished, replaced by a solemn one.
"I'm never going to let anyone hurt you like that again," he declared.
His words have brought you to tears yet again, but your boyfriend was quick to rush to your rescue.
Sanemi's lips reached all the way up to your eyes and kissed your tears away while aiming his fat cock towards your entrance. Your grip on him tightened as you awaited his entry.
He lets out a guttural groan as he bottoms up in your pussy, obviously loving how you embraced him so tightly. It was as if you were designed specifically for him, and he for you.
It felt really good.
His cock filled you in so well, with the tip brushing against your cervix, leaving you a moaning mess, and his vice grip on your hips not letting go for even a second while he fucks you to kingdom come.
As Sanemi continued to pound into and out of you, the bed began to creak, fitting in well with the noises you were making.
"Nemi—ahh, fuck!"
"Yes, baby girl? Come on, spit it out."
Sanemi waited for you to say anything, but instead, more moans escaped your lips after he had hit your sweet spot a few times.
"F-feels so good—I feel so full-" you managed to mumble out with what little sanity you still had.
Sanemi, overjoyed, rewarded you with a passionate kiss, your saliva linking both of your lips as he let go.
"From now on, the only pain you'll feel is the pure soreness that comes with sex, and the only tears that will flow from your eyes will be tears of ecstasy and happiness, I fucking swear you that, Y/N."
After hearing his proclamation, Sanemi nearly fell on top of you from the overwhelming pleasure he felt after you clenched so tightly around his throbbing cock. But fortunately, he was quick enough to recover, and so he was able to avoid collapsing on you with all of his weight.
In light of recent events in your life, you've been extremely sensitive lately.
Whatever he says or does will undoubtedly throw you into a frenzy.
"I'm close, Nemi—I'm so close," you wailed to him.
Sanemi, who has been pounding your cunt without stopping, turns to you, his face bathed in sweat and looking so hot and sexy. He then seized your legs, pressed them against your chest, and fucked you in a mating press for tonight's grand finale, saying, "Come for me, Y/N. Paint my dick white with your juice."
He slowed down a little and focused on power, making your entire body spring upwards, the scorching contact between your skin and the sheets making you gasp out loud.
"You know I fucking love you, right?
You're the only one who could drive me insane like this.
I can't seem to get enough of you, y/n."
He said in his gruff voice, but you can still feel the adoration in his words, which made you smile for the first time today, but it quickly warped into a blissed out face as he thrusts all the way to the hilt, making you climax right then and there.
Sanemi didn't last long either, as he climaxed the instant you squeezed around his shaft once again.
He stuffed your spongy walls with his sticky, hot seeds, painted them white, and left you absolutely full and content.
Sanemi's iPod continued to play music as you both came down from your high, and that's all you could hear in his room, along with your pants.
He was the first to recover, turning to face you and planting a sweet kiss on your bruised lips.
He has a silly grin on his face as he looks at you earnestly.
"I don't have a ring for you yet, and it might take me a while to get you one, but would you do the honors of spending the rest of our fucked up lives together?"
You're finally back at work after being sick for about a week, and you couldn't be happier.
Staying at home and resting was wonderful, but you've been longing to see everyone, so when you awoke this morning, you were in the best of spirits.
Who thought the day would come when you'd look forward to going to work?
However, as soon as you walked inside the office, you sensed something was off. You're not the most perceptive person, yet you could sense the tension in the air. For some strange reason, everyone seemed to be walking on eggshells.
Not to mention that you were still perplexed as to why Tengen had come home with a bloody nose a few nights back.
But he insisted that it was an accident, that he stumbled on his own feet and fell while he was walking home, which also explained why he was late.
A part of you couldn't buy his explanation, but you decided to leave it alone for now, wait for him to open up, and just do your best to be there for him the way he’s there for you.
And apparently, while you were away, Yushiro and Nezuko have finally chose a place for the Gala, and it was one of your recommendations as well. So you're at the office doing something else while Tengen and Zenitsu are out in the field.
It's unfortunate that your boyfriend isn't around, but at least you've been reunited with your friends.
"Hey, Y/N-chan, want to dine out for lunch?" Nezuko's voice echoed from behind you
You turned to her, a smile already on your face, and said, "Sure, where are we going to eat?"
"Yushiro-kun is still hunting for a good place; is there anything you’re craving?"
"Hmm... I've been craving ramen recently."
Nezuko smiled, as though your proposal had also made her crave ramen.
"Ramen it is! Wait, I'll tell Yushiro-kun,"she said as she waved at you before hurrying over to Yushiro to tell him to look for a good ramen restaurant.
Meanwhile, you returned your attention to the task at hand, frowning, "What happened?"
Your computer was acting up again, and no matter how many times you refreshed the screen, it wouldn't budge. Even after performing several damage controls on it, the screen remained frozen, which caused you to groan in annoyance.
"Ah, I need to have the IT team look at this again." you grumbled.
After verifying that there isn't much you can do, you decided to leave your computer alone for the time being and went to the restroom before meeting Nezuko and Yushiro for lunch.
*
"Did something happen while I was away?"
Yushiro and Nezuko looked at you, then at each other, unsure how to respond to your question.
Kagaya had specifically told everyone not to bring up anything about you or your past life as a demon since it may activate Muzan's curse (they decided to call it that for now.) Or the information might overwhelm you.
"What do you mean?" Yushiro asked.
"Well, when I came this morning, I noticed that everyone seemed to be on edge."
"Ah, that? We just got into a minor hiccup with one of our investors, and with the Gala coming up in a few months, that's a fairly huge blow on our end," Yushiro explained.
"Wait, what happened? Really?"
"There's nothing to worry about," Yushiro dismissed, "our visions simply don't coincide anymore, so Kagaya-san chose to part ways with them."
"I see... I can't believe something that big happened."
"We were shocked, too," Nezuko said, "but there's no point in weeping over spilt milk, is there?"
"You're right," you said, mirroring her smile.
"How are you feeling now?" Yushiro inquired.
"I'm still a little queasy, but not enough that I can't work."
To be honest, Tengen was still against you going to work today because you're still not completely fine, but you managed to persuade him.
So, the night before, he expressly told you to take it easy for the next few days.
"That's an order from your boss,"
He stated in his 'strict' boss voice, but it simply made you smile because imposing isn't exactly his style.
In all honesty, you're beginning to assume he has an office kink.
"Well, I'm glad you're better now; I missed you!" said Nezuko, her confession making your heart feel warm and fuzzy.
"I missed you guys too," you chuckled, "I was bored to death at home; it was great at first, doing whatever I wanted, but it got boring."
“At least you have Tengen-san to look after you while he's at home."
"Yeah, I'm thankful to him, but I can't help but feel awful too; he's already busy, but he still has me to think about," you said, smiling.
"Oh, shush! He's already pretty hands-on with you in general, so I'm sure he had a lot of fun pampering you while you were sick."
"I guess so..."
Tengen has been nothing but fantastic during the days you were sick.
He really made it his life's purpose to cater to your needs.
The meal he cooked for you was divine, the penthouse never smelled so beautiful and fresh after he spent his whole day off cleaning the entire place, and despite your protest, he still gave you the hugs and kisses you dearly missed, and he told you that he won't get sick since he's taking his vitamins.
If it meant being spoiled rotten by your gorgeous boyfriend, you almost prayed your fever would never go away.
Lunch passed by quickly since you didn't have much time to waste today. You must still submit your computer to the IT team in order for it to be checked.
While on your way back with Yushiro and Nezuko, you felt your phone vibrating in your pocket.
It was Tengen.
You motioned for the two to go on without you, then sat down on the bench and answered his call.
"Hey."
"Hey, just checking in to see how you're doing."
You immediately grinned at the mere sound of his voice, "I'm alright. I just had lunch with Yushiro-kun and Nezuko-chan. Have you eaten yet?"
"Not yet. Our appointment with the architect took longer than expected, and so now, we're stuck in traffic on our way back."
"You should have taken snacks with you so you could still eat something."
"Yeah, I know. I'm honestly starving right now." From the tone of his voice, you could tell he had the biggest pout on his face right now.
Even though you feel awful for him, a warm grin spreads across your face.
"Do you want me to get you anything so you can eat it right away when you come back?"
"I'd appreciate it if you could."
"Anything for you, my love," you said with a smile.
You proceeded to exchange a few more words with him, catching up on your respective days, until you ultimately decided to say goodbye as your lunch break was coming to an end.
"Hey, I have to get going; I need to get to the IT department and get my computer inspected again."
"Why? What happened?"
Tengen frowned almost immediately when you announced you were headed to the IT Department, since going there means you'll run into Sanemi, and who knows how he'll react when he sees you.
"The computer crashed just as I was finishing up my presentation."
"You're welcome to use my computer, and then I'll have someone check on your computer when I get back."
You hummed. "I guess I could do that."
"I won't be using mine today anyway; I have a meeting with Rengoku and Giyuu later after lunch."
"All right, I'll just notify Sanemi-senpai or Inosuke-kun then. I gotta go now, Tengen. See you later!"
“Y/N, wait–!”
Tengen was supposed to say something else, but you ended the call almost instantly.
"Do you think she'll be okay?"
He looked at Zenitsu, who had a concerned expression on his face as well.
Gotta hand it to him and his acute hearing.
"I can only pray Sanemi doesn't say or do anything dumb; if he's genuinely concerned about everyone's safety, he should keep his mouth shut; and if he dares to harm Y/N, I'll come for his head first."
The Sound Hashira sighed and turned to the window, and cursed the traffic.
*
Upon entering the IT Department after knocking three times on the door, you immediately searched for either Sanemi or Inosuke in the room, but you didn't see either of them.
You inquired of the office secretary about their whereabouts, and she informed you that Inosuke was on leave, while Sanemi was with Gyoumei and Obanai for a meeting.
"I guess I'll just come back later."
After thanking the secretary, you continued about your day, but before returning to your desk, you decided you wanted a cup of coffee, so you dashed to the pantry for some much-needed caffeine.
"Oh, if it isn't Y/N."
"Oh, my God—" nearly dropped your cup in response to the booming voice from behind you, but after you recovered, you saw Gyoumei approaching the pantry table with his own mug.
"I'm sorry for scaring you," he chuckled.
"It's fine; are you done with your meeting with Sanemi-senpai?"
"Yup, it was just a brief catch-up conference with one of our sponsors," he replied, as he brewed his own coffee.
"How are things going, senpai?"
"They've already dispatched the units, and they should arrive in two months."
"I'm pleased to hear that, since the last time I spoke with Sanemi-senpai, he was worried about it," you smiled as you recalled the silly experience with him.
"When I offered him coffee, he stated he'd rather have a drink of bourbon."
Gyoumei chuckled warmly, though his smile didn't quite reach his eyes, because as he watched you talk so fondly of the IT Department's head executive, he couldn't help but recall what happened in Kagaya's personal conference room a week ago.
"Speaking of Sanemi-senpai, where is he? I need to speak with him; is he still in the conference room?"
To be honest, The Stone Hashira wasn't sure whether he should tell you since he wasn't certain if Sanemi would still speak to you like the way he usually does or if he'd snap at you.
"Yeah, I believe so. He has another appointment with another client, but I think he should be done by now. What do you want to tell him? I can relay it to him for you if you want." Gyoumei said, a little uneasily.
"Oh, no, it's fine; I'll tell him myself, but thank you anyway, senpai!"
After preparing your coffee, you swiftly and respectfully wished him farewell and returned to your floor to complete some work, which didn't take long because you were almost halfway through your presentation. You just needed to make a few changes in response to Tengen's request this morning.
You're on your way back to Sanemi's office to discuss your faulty computer. You also went out of your way to fetch him coffee since you knew he'd need it after two meetings in a row.
"Sanemi-senpai!" you said as you spotted him along the hallway.
Sanemi stopped in his spot, his thoughts racing over whether to amuse you or not give you the time of day, but before he could even respond, you were standing in front of him and handed him his favorite iced coffee.
"For you, senpai. I felt you could use the caffeine," you remarked cheerfully.
"What do you want? I'm busy."
His abrupt abrasiveness caught you off guard, causing you to take a step back.
"Oh, uhm, I wanted to talk with you about my computer, because it is constantly acting up—"
"And you can't check with the secretaries downstairs?"
Sanemi looked at you with frightening eyes, not the warm ones you're used to seeing from him that you're completely taken aback right now, yet you still apologized to him.
"I did, but she recommended me to you; I'm sorry for bothering you."
When he saw you so startled and scared, Sanemi's heart broke and ached.
Even more so, because he's the reason for it.
He instantly regretted speaking to you in that manner, and all he wanted to do was punch himself for being so stupid.
Sanemi now considers and treats you as his little sister after eight months of working with him, but when he found out that you were a demon in your previous life, his entire world turned upside down. As much as he adores you, the fact that you were once a blood-sucking demon that preyed on the living is difficult for him to accept.
In some ways, he felt deceived, yet, as Tengen stated, and as he knows in his heart too, that you're a completely different person now.
He's already spent a significant amount of time with you; he should know better than to impose his antiquated beliefs and your past identity on you. After all, if the gods and goddesses can grant you a second chance at life, who is he to deprive you of that?
What counts now is that you're alive and well, and instead of wallowing in the past, he should do whatever it takes to keep you away from danger.
Sanemi took a deep breath to center himself, closing his eyes as he did so; when he opened them again, you could no longer see the hostility in his eyes, and they now appear rather melancholy.
"I'm sorry, it was rude of me to lash out at you like that; I was having a bad day."
You stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to say since he had genuinely upset you when he snarled at you like that.
After all, you're not fond of being spoken to in that manner.
It was not only uncalled for, but it also brought up unpleasant memories.
"It's okay, I understand," you said, still a bit nervous about being in his presence.
Sanemi pointed to the iced coffee you were about to give him and said, sheepishly, "Can I still have that?"
"Of course," you said, mirroring his smile and handing him the cool drink.
As he was about to take it from you, you felt a searing pain in your stomach, causing you to slump over and drop the drink.
"Y/N–!" Sanemi snatched you in his arms, causing him to tumble to the floor as well.
"Hey, what's the matter? Y/N—hey!"
Everything happened so quickly.
The once-quiet corridor was now adorned with your gut-wrenching screams.
"I NEED HELP! IS SOMEONE THERE?!" yelled Sanemi, hoping that someone would hear him and rush to his aid.
"It hurts—!" you attempted to speak, but the pain was so excruciating that uttering a single syllable was difficult.
You hadn't even realized you were spitting out blood, ruining Sanemi's perfectly pressed dress shirt.
"Y/N? Wait a second, okay? I'm going to call for help. Bear with it for a little longer, okay? Stay with me, okay?" Sanemi tried his hardest to remain cool as he held you in his arms and fished his phone from his back pocket.
While he was murmuring words to you to keep you awake, he felt something move inside you.
He dialed Tengen's number with trembling hands, "Why isn't he answering!?"
"What the hell happened here?!" Giyuu walked in, his eyes as big as saucers when he saw your bloody body thrashing in Sanemi's arms.
"We were just talking when she suddenly started screaming in pain and coughed out blood. She—, Y/N needs help! Call the fucking ambulance and get Shinobu here quick!" Sanemi's lips trembled as he struggled to speak.
They both wasted no time in rushing you to the elevator, Giyuu calling out to Shinobu and Sanemi, carrying you in his arms while saying soothing words to keep you awake.
"No matter what happens, don't close your eyes. You hear me? Wait just a little longer, okay?" He said as he turned to you again.
"Where is Tengen?" Giyuu inquired.
"I don't fucking know! I tried to reach him, but he's not answering!”
"For now, let's just focus on getting Y/N to the infirmary," Giyuu said, a deeply worried expression on his face as he feared for your life.
Thankfully, you had stopped screaming, but it was heartbreaking to watch you thrash in pain. They've finally arrived at the infirmary, and they wasted no time in getting you settled on one of the beds.
Sanemi got a good look at you and noted that you've become a lot skinnier and paler in such a short period of time, and that you're on the verge of passing out.
"Keep your eyes open, Y/N. Whatever happens, don't close them; don't you dare pass out on me!"
"Shinobu says she's on her way," Giyuu said as soon as he got off the phone with her.
Sanemi only nodded and continued to keep an eye on you by the bed. He was keeping your hand close to him, praying for you to recover quickly.
Giyuu excused himself momentarily in order to notify the others of what had occurred.
From your perspective, everything was a haze.
You have no idea who is speaking to you, but you are aware that there is more than one person with you right now. As you opened your mouth to say something, nothing really came out.
Sanemi winced at how scratchy your voice sounded, yet a part of him was relieved that you were still attentive.
He made soft shushing noises, telling you to avoid talking for the time being since it would aggravate your discomfort.
"Don't worry, Shinobu is on her way here right now, and Tengen hasn't called back yet, but I'm sure he'll come racing here once he hears what happened."
When you stared at him, he observed your eyes fully dilated, as if you had been injected with some strange drug.
"S-Sane—"
"Shh... don't talk too much, hmm? I'm here, okay? I won't leave you here until I'm sure you're safe, Y/N." Sanemi whispered to you as he brushed your hair.
With what little power you had left, you reached for him and wiped the tears that were flowing down his cheeks. Despite the fact that you were successful in doing so, Sanemi wept even more as he watched you comfort him.
"Idiot, I should be the one comforting you right now, you know?" He chuckled.
You could only smile tiredly at him in response to his remark.
"I know you're exhausted, but just try to remain awake until help arrives, okay? Who knows what will happen if you fall asleep now," Sanemi urged as he squeezed your hand.
You gave him your best nod, to which he answered with a brotherly smile, "Atta girl."
So you tried your hardest to stay up for over an hour.
Shinobu took longer than planned since, for some reason, traffic was horrendous today.
When she came, she quickly directed that you be transferred to her clinic so she could examine you more closely.
Tengen had finally arrived while she was running several tests on you. His phone apparently died on him, so he wasn't able to answer Sanemi's call earlier. When he found out what had happened to you, he was completely distraught. He felt furious with himself for not being able to help you in any way.
All he's done is let you down time and time again.
Shinobu continued to evaluate you and provide you with the medical care you needed. He, Sanemi, Giyuu, Zenitsu, and Kagaya remained outside, waiting for her to finish.
"She'll be fine. Have faith in her." Sanemi said to Tengen, who was staring into nothingness.
"I failed her, again."
"It's not your fault," murmured the Wind Hashira.
Tengen nodded in response to Sanemi's words, knowing full well that dwelling in self-pity now is pointless.
"Thank you for saving her."
"If only you could see how scared shitless I was," Sanemi chuckled tiredly. "If there's anyone who deserves recognition, it's Giyuu. I don't want to admit it, but he did handle everything much better than me."
"But even if you despised what she was, you were still there for her—"
"I don't hate her; I never have." Sanemi intervened before Tengen could continue his sentence.
"That was just me being stupid and not being able to move on."
"And I can understand that, but thank you for putting your faith in her," Tengen replied, turning to face his friend, a faint smile on his lips.
Sanemi merely shrugged and remarked, with a faint smirk on his lips, "Once she's recovered, you can bet she'll get an earful from me for putting me through hell."
plot summary: After a hectic week at work, you and Tengen decided to take a brief break to decompress and enjoy some much-needed quality time together. And, while on vacation, you told your significant other about something that had been upsetting you.
content warnings : mentions of body image/appearance
author's note: thank you so much for requesting! and i am also sorry for taking so long to publish this, life happened so im kinda all over the place atm. i also hope i gave this one justice! enjoy reading! 🥰
You and Tengen have arrived at your destination after traveling for miles away from the hectic and bustling capital of Tokyo.
Because of your tight schedules, work has been gnawing at both of you for quite some time.
There were days when you pulled all-nighters and worked crazy overtime, and there were days when you almost camped out at the office to avoid the hassle of traveling back and forth from your office to your shared apartment.
But now that the hellish month is over, you two instantly agreed to leave the city for the weekend in order to get as much rest as possible before returning to work on Monday.
Tengen rented you a car, and when your shift ended on Friday afternoon, you went home to complete some last-minute preparations before hitting the road.
You chose a nice cabin for a camping vacation where you can enjoy the cool wind and the starry night sky. You've gotten tired of seeing those crazy towers, so a change of scenery might be great every now and then.
Tengen quickly blacked out on the bed, and you can hear his faint snores from where you're seated.
He'd been driving for three hours straight, so the instant his body touched the soft mattress, he fell asleep.
Meanwhile, you're seated by the desk in the far corner of the room, binge-watching your favorite show.
You've been longing to watch it but haven't been able to due to your busy schedule.
So, with your favorite snack in hand, you sat back and watched.
The other fun stuff can wait until later.
*
"Ohh... that hits the spot," Tengen groaned as he drowned himself in the jacuzzi.
All of the knots on his back began to dissolve as a result of the warm water.
He immediately wrapped his arm around you and drew you in close.
Then he plants a chaste kiss on your forehead, a habit he picked up while dating you.
"It's so nice, right?"
You nodded, a tiny grin on your lips, as you rested your head on his shoulder, enjoying his company and the jacuzzi.
"So nice."
Tengen's grin grew as an idea occurred to him.
"Y/N, Come, sit down here and let me massage you?"
"Don't mind me; just sit there and rest; you've had a long day."
He just shook his head and motioned for you to situate yourself between his legs so he could massage you.
You let out a cute moan as soon as he touched the tender regions of your back, clearly enjoying the way he was pampering you.
"Man, your knots got knots."
"I've been slouching more than usual at work, I guess," you joked, followed by a grimace.
"You should seriously seek another job; they usually work you to the bone yet pay so little."
"I'm looking, but no one has contacted me yet; perhaps, I'll be able to quit soon."
You closed your eyes and relaxed, your cheeks turning crimson as his fingertips traced every nook and cranny of your upper body, making you slightly self-conscious.
"Can I ask you a question, Tengen?"
"You've already posed one."
You couldn't help but hit his knee in retaliation for his sarcasm, to which he merely chuckled but still beckoned you to go on.
"Do you think I'm beautiful?"
"What?"
"I said, do you think I am beautiful?" You broke free from his hold and turned to him.
Tengen glanced at you as if you'd sprouted two heads; he was taken aback by your query but nevertheless gave you his honest answer.
"Of course,"
"Despite the fact that I look like this?"
"Like what?"
"Like this," you said, motioning to your body.
"Yes, I love you. All of you."
You were silent after hearing his answer and fell back into the water, but Tengen chose to probe, "Is there something bothering you, sweetheart?"
"It's nothing," you said, as you averted your gaze.
Tengen cupped your face and urged you to look at him, saying softly, "This doesn't seem like nothing to me."
Knowing how smart your significant other is, you felt it was fruitless to lie, so you spoke the truth.
"While you were sleeping earlier, I was binge-watching my favorite show and there was a scene that struck me, like how my body or appearance isn't up to society's beauty standards but yours clearly is, so it got me thinking if... there was a time you thought I was unattractive, like even my co-workers are surprised that I'm with someone like you, like it's kind of a miracle to them that someone like me caught your attention."
You were ready to resume your monologue when Tengen seized your lips for a sweet kiss and drew you closer to him, so you're now chest to chest.
"You're gorgeous," he began as he held you in his arms, "those beauty standards, those were simply made up by someone with a giant, fragile ego; no one has the right to dictate whether or not a person is attractive."
"Do you truly mean that?" you said, through your glazed eyes.
Tengen nodded, a smile spreading across his face, "Of course, you've always been lovely in my eyes, and I'd be damned if I replaced you with someone else.""
But what if they're better than me? What if they have a sexier body and a more attractive face?"
"What is the point of getting someone better when I already have the best?"
That caused you to smile so wide that you hid your face in his shoulders, suddenly feeling shy, but Tengen wasn't having it as he gently grasped your chin, prompting you to look at him again, and when you did, he was sporting the largest grin known to man.
"I love you, all of you. Even the things you believe to be 'unpleasant.'; I adore them all."
You threw your arms around him and held him so tightly that you nearly caught him off guard.
"I feel very silly for ever doubting your love for me; please accept my apologies."
"It's okay. If anybody is to blame, it's those jerks who planted weird ideas in your head. I genuinely hope you find a better job." Tengen joyfully returned the hug, his hands caressing your body and giving it the undivided attention it deserved.
"It's also perfectly normal to seek reassurance, my love.; never hesitate to reach out to me okay? I'd be more than happy to give it to you and remind you how much you truly mean to me."
"I'm sorry," you repeated again, your voice croaking as you uttered it.
"There's no need to apologize, my darling; you're fine."
You two sat quietly for a long time, enjoying each other's presence in silence.
Tengen attended to your tears and wiped them away when you broke free from the hug. "Do you feel better?" he inquired.
You gave him a nod and a smile, which he instantly returned.
He drew you closer to him for another kiss.
Tengen muttered against your lips, "Hey."
"Hm?"
"Can I accompany you to work on Monday?"
"Sure?"
"Great, I'll pay those jerks a visit and teach them a lesson after I drive you there."
You knew he was kidding, but you still said, "Please do."
