Between Earth and Fire, You
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Yuma Mukami x R.femele. (Vibrant )
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Which, for Yuma, is a true gift from heaven and a source of daily provocation.
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The garden of the Mukami mansion was different that morning. Instead of the heavy silence and the dry leaves falling to the floor, there was a smell of fresh bread, the sound of the earth being stirred... and laughter. Rare. Almost sacred.
Yuma was on his back, kneeling in the improvised garden that he took care of with almost secret zeal. The big hands were covered with dirt while he transplanted some tomatoes with a frown, sweating, with his shirt open on his chest wide and marked.
Behind him, like a sweet and life-filled gale, was Y/n, his fiancée. She wore a light dress of flowery fabric, which marked the full bust, the well-designed waist and the full thighs, and she was without shoes, feeling the grass with her fingers. Her hair fell in waves on her broad and firm shoulders. She carried a basket with fruits and, of course, an expression of pure enchantment on her face.
- "You look so cute concentrated, my little brute!"
Yuma stopped immediately. The frown frowned even more.
- "Stop calling me that. It will make me lose my respect here!"
She snucked next to him, so close that her knees touched his broad shoulders - which, due to her height, was easy. She smiled openly, with that sparkle in her eyes that left him disconcerted every time.
- "But you're my little brute! Strong, raw, but with the hands of those who make life born."
He redd. And Yuma Mukami red was a show apart.
- "Tsc... You say these things as if I were some worthy guy."
She tilted her face, held his chin with one hand - firm, but full of affection. The contrast between her touch and his wild look was almost poetic.
- "You're worthy, yes. Of my love, my food, my kisses and my overwhelming hugs."
- "And I can taste it right now, if you want."
Yuma squeezed his eyes, his heart beating like a drum. Her smell invaded his senses - floral and warm. Her presence was like the sun on a summer afternoon: intense, undeniable, impossible to ignore.
- "You'll end up killing me like this... woman."
She laughed out loud, throwing her head back. The sound echoed in the garden as a blessing.
- "And you'll end up breaking me all over with these arms if you keep hugging me like that, you ogre!"
Yuma was silent for a moment. His smile was rare, but genuine. He pulled her with one arm to her lap, causing the fruit basket to fall and the apples rolled through the grass.
- "Hey! My fruits, Yuma!"
- "You're the only fruit I want now." - he murmured in a hoarse voice, leaning his face against her neck, inhaling the smell, her hair, her hot skin.
She stood still for a second. Then wrapped his arms around his neck and sank his face into the vampire's muscular shoulder. Even taller than him, at that moment, it was she who felt small inside that huge, safe and protective embrace.
- "You wanted a simple life, didn't you, Yuma?" - she whispered, stroking his messy hair.
- "Land, food, someone to love... Me too. That's why I'll never leave you."
He squeezed her waist harder.
- "You're everything I thought I'd never have, little plant."
- "Everything. And if some bastard tries to take it away from me... I swear, I'll water this garden with his blood."
She moved away just enough to touch her forehead to his.
- "And I'll help you. With my love, my strength... and my warrior thighs."
He smiled sideways, hungry and loving the challenge.
- "Show me this love now, then. Here. In the middle of the green. It proves to me that I'm yours."
She looked around, then at him, then... smiled as if accepting the mission.
And there, under the blue sky and the smell of wet earth, Yuma Mukami - the man made of muscles, anger and scars - surrendered completely to the only thing he never believed he would have: a home with heartbeats. A home with a name and a smile. A home called Y/n.
—————Yuma on an afternoon of rest—————
Afternoon was calm, with the sun filtering its golden rays through the leaves of the trees around the Mukami mansion. The air carried the smell of wet earth and freshly sprouted flowers that Yuma took care of with so much dedication.
Yuma was sitting on a rustic wooden bench, his shirt open showing his strong chest and marked by the sun. His eyes, usually intense and indomitable, were now calm, almost soft - a rare moment of peace for the vampire who carried so many storms inside.
Next to him, Y/n, with her light and colorful dress, had a playful smile on her lips and her eyes shining with that vibrant light that made Yuma's heart beat faster, even at rest.
She held a small sugar cube between her delicate fingers, and approached slowly.
- "You know, you little brute..." - she whispered, leaning close to his face, the sweet perfume enveloping him.
- "I think you deserve a little sweetness today."
Yuma arched his eyebrow, suspicious, but couldn't get away. She always had a way to make him curious - and, secretly, he liked it.
Y/n brought the sugar cube closer to his mouth, his eyes fixed on his, shining with that mixture of tenderness and fire that only she knew how to have.
With a gentle movement, she placed the sugar cube on Yuma's fleshy and slightly an-open lips.
He didn't mog, feeling the soft touch of her fingers, the sweet contact of sugar against her tongue, and the proximity of her heat.
For a moment, the world seemed to slow down, the silence filled only by the soft sound of the breathing between them.
- "See? A vampire doesn't live by blood alone." - she joked, smiling sweetly.
Yuma let out a slight hoarse laugh, the deep sound vibrating in her chest, and pulled her closer, wrapping her in a firm embrace, half protective, half possessive.
- "Just you to make me swallow candy like that." - he murmured, stroking her hair with a brutally delicate affection.
She smiled, closing her eyes and snuggling against him, feeling safe and loved.
At that moment, between the sugar candy and the intensity of wild love, Yuma and Y/n found a refuge - where time stood and there was only the heat of touch and the silent promise that, together, they could face anything.
————— A very long time later —————-
The sky was pink that strange morning. A warm heat hovered in the air, as if the entire universe was holding its breath.
Y/n was sitting on the edge of the bed, trembling hands holding the pregnancy test. She stared at the positive result with wide eyes, heart beating louder than any scream from Yuma had ever heard. The silence of the room contrasted with the chaos inside her.
The door opened. He came in with an apple in his hand, sweaty, shirt hanging on his shoulder and a lazy expression on his face.
- "Is everything okay, little plant? You have a strange face. It looks like you saw Kou without makeup."
She gave a nervous laugh, but soon shut up. His eyes filled with tears, and he immediately dropped the apple on the floor.
- "What happened? Who hurt you? Are you sick?!" - he crossed the room in a second, kneeling before her with his big hands holding her thighs firmly.
She took his hands and put the positive test on them.
For a second, the world stopped.
Yuma looked at the object as if it were a magic weapon. Then, slowly, his eyes went up to hers. There was a glow there that mixed shock, fear... and a kind of raw and ancient hope.
- "Are you... are you serious?"
She bit her lip, and tears rolled down her face.
- "You're going to be a father, little brute. We're going to have a baby."
Yuma didn't answer right away. His hands trembled. He leaned his forehead on her thighs and stood there, taking a deep breath, his heart beating like a war drum.
After a long silence, he whispered:
- "I thought I was never going to have a real family... and now you're giving me this. You're crazy. Crazy for trusting this to me. And I... I'll take care of you two with everything I am."
He pulled her to his lap hard, as if she were the root that held him to the ground. And, with his head buried in her neck, he let out a tear - a single, heavy and honest one.
The mansion's garden was alive with the sound of running footsteps, laughter and screams.
- "DADDY!! LOOK AT ME JUMPING FROM THE TREE!!"
Yuma let go of the hoe, his eyes wide, and turned to see the boy with messy hair, golden eyes and a wide smile - just like his - jumping from a branch to the ground like a mini tornado.
He caught his son in the air with a quick reflex, laughing, even pretending to be angry.
- "How many times have I said that you're not a bat, brat?! If you break your teeth, it's your mother's fault!"
From afar, Y/n appeared with a flowery apron stained with flour and her hair stuck in a messy bun. She had even more generous curves after motherhood, and a look that mixed exhaustion and unconditional love.
- "And who taught him to climb the tree with a tractor rope, huh, you little brute??"
Yuma laughed, shrugging his shoulders with his son on his shoulders.
- "I was just training the kid to become a real man. He will marry a strong woman like you, he will need to have a firm leg!"
Y/n put her hands on her waist, pretending indignation, but the smile gave her.
Little Mukami - strong, disobedient, fearless and affectionate like the two - stretched out his arms:
- "Mom! Dad! Let's make bread like that day! And then I want to sleep in the middle of you two just like before!"
Yuma exchanged a look with Y/n.
- "Our son is a hurricane."
- "He's made of us. What else would he be?"
Yuma pulled Y/n by the waist, with one firm hand and the other balancing the son who laughed loudly.
- "You two are the only thing that makes me sure it was worth surviving."
And there, in the garden where one day he only dreamed of love, there was everything: earth, laughter, fresh bread, a little hurricane running... and the wild heart of a brute tamed by a woman made of light.
The sun had already passed from the middle of the sky, and the Mukami mansion was relatively quiet - relatively because the silence was always short-lived with two Mukami children running around there.
Yuma was lying on the sofa in the living room, half-closed eyes, arms behind his head, sweating lightly after a heavy workout. His white shirt was glued to his wide chest, and a drop of sweat went down the side of his neck when an almost teenage boy entered the room, snorting.
- "Dad..." - he began, arms crossed, the same determined look that Yuma wore in gang times.
- "Speak, brat." - Yuma replied without opening his eyes.
- "Have you and mom... have you ever thought about giving me a little sister?"
Yuma opened one of his eyes, staring at the boy with an expression that bordered on panic.
- "Are you asking me that? I, with thirteen years old, just wanted to throw clay on the roof."
- "I already have almost ten!" - the boy replied. - "And I want to take care of her! I swear I'll help! Please, dad. I love you both, but... I think it would be nice to have someone else to love too."
Yuma was silent. Behind that mature speech, he recognized the hidden loneliness. The sensitivity that the son had pulled from the mother.
Hours later, next to Y/n in the room, he hugged her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder, while she separated small clothes stored.
- "He wants a little sister." - he said, in a low voice.
Y/n smiled, turning his face slowly.
- "If it's someone else like you... I think I can stand the chaos."
The garden of the Mukami mansion was more colorful than ever. Pink bows hung from the trees. Flowers had been scattered everywhere. And in the middle of all this, ran a little girl with long wavy hair, pastel pink with golden locks, eyes as big as moons and a contagious laugh.
She wore a rotated dress and carried a sunflower bigger than her head.
- "PAAAAAPAAAI!! LOOK AT ME!!"
Yuma, now unshaven and more visible scars on her body, dropped the shovel and turned with wide eyes - just in time to see her daughter jump right into his arms like a cannonball.
- "But what the hell is this energy?! You took liquid sugar, didn't you?!" - he grunted, spinning with her on his lap.
Y/n appeared on the balcony, more beautiful than ever, with the same curvy body, long hair stuck in a pink bow and an expression of absolute love. She laughed, carrying a tray of sweets while her son, now a tall and sly teenager, helped her.
- "She pulled you, Yuma." - he said, putting the sweets on the table outside.
- "Lie! She's pure sweetness... that came from you, little plant."
— "And the enormous strength at 4 years old?"
- "It's. This part is mine."
The little girl grabbed his face with both chubby hands and gave a kiss on his cheek. Then she turned to her brother, who was waiting for her with a smile and a toy car handmade by Yuma.
- "Sir! Push me! Now now now!"
The boy laughed and obeyed, and Yuma threw himself on the grass next to Y/n, watching the two together - the bigger one taking care of the smaller one, as he had promised.
He took his wife's hand, intertwining his fingers in hers.
- "I never thought I would have that. A home. Two children who call me father. A woman who loves me even when I'm all sweaty, thick or hungry for blood."
Y/n smiled and rested his head on his shoulder.
- "You deserve it. You're an amazing father. An amazing man. And, as chaotic as it is... I would have ten more children of yours if I had to."
- "Do you want to kill me or bring me to my knees, woman?"
- "Maybe a little of both."
He turned his face and kissed her. Strong, hot and full of life - like everything they built together. At the bottom of the garden, the children's laughter mixed with the birdsong.
The Mukami family was noisy, intense, passionate and completely happy.
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