REVVED HEARTS ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

{ Chapter 0 }

context; you’ve been rolling with the wrong crowd for a little while now and they land you in a bit of trouble, you get a job as a lady of the line at an underground racing track to pay off what you owe but, two racers can’t seem to get enough of you,

w/c; 1186

a/n: sorry this chapter is so shit. this is just necessary back story (there’s another a/n at the end once you’ve read the chapter )

IF YOU SEE ANY ERRORS PLEASE POINT THEM OUT!!!

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An announcers over enthusiastic voice sounds through the speakers. The hum of engines and the roar of a crowd are the only thing you can hear. Standing tall and proud with two checkered flags in each hand, you raise the flags above your head, flash a sinister smile, and shoot your hands down.

How did you get there?

Last you remember you were with your friends. In the same track matter of fact. After spending the last couple of months droning about at your job. Your friends convince you to go out, not a party or anything. Just them. “You need to get out more!”, they’d say. Fuck them.

So here you were, in the stands of the track. Bottles littered the ground around you and a haze of grey swirled around your laughs and breaths. Technically the track was private property, technically it was a little illegal to be trashing the place like this, but who cares?

“Hey, you guys want to play hide and seek?” Your bitch of friend Mahito suggests.

“Really Mahito? At our grown age?” You snort and ignore his remark instead choosing to sit up a little straighter and take a swig from your drink.

“Ah, don’t be such a buzz kill! Hide and seek will be fun, I mean look at this place!” Your friends keep begging—practically on their knees. You reluctantly agree.

“Alright fine whatever! I’m playing one round if it means you all with shut the fuck up!” You sigh exasperated and stand up dusting off your pants.

“Great!” Mahito jumps up and claps his hands together. “Now, we’re going to be playing a different version of hide and seek. In this one, one person hides and everybody else seeks! Makes it funner and more high stakes.” He clears his throat and looks around at the other members of your friend group. “You’ll hide first, and everybody else will seek! I’m assuming nobody has an objection.” He looks around, nobody objects.

“What? Mahito that doesn’t make any sen—“ You’re silenced by Mahito practically pushing you off the stands and into the empty track.

“No backing out now! You agreed! Just one round, me and everybody else will count to, let’s say… a hundred? Yeah. A hundred. Be a dear and don’t get found easily, thank you!” And with that he turns on his heels and runs back up to the stands to begin counting. ‘Fucking bastard. I’m never coming back here again.’ You fume to yourself and stomp off to find some mediocre burning spot.

You walk around for maybe 20 seconds before you spot a garage, open just a crack but enough for you to slide under and into. You hear Mahito and the others begin looking for you, and in a last ditch effort you crawl under the garage and hide behind an old car with a tarp on it.

You lean your head back and close your eyes. It was late. 1:42 to be exact. This was the one weekend where you could let go a little and relax and you were spending it in a dingy racing track with friends you probably shouldn’t be friends with. Fuck.

Time keeps going and you spend whag seems like forever in that garage. Your phone was almost dead and it was now 2:13 AM. ‘What the fucks taking them so long?’

You crawl out from under the garage and head back to where you guys were hanging around earlier. Instead of finding your friends, you see the mess of bottles and a tall figure standing with his arms crossed looking down at you. Your mouth opens then closes. ‘They wouldn’t.’

“Your little entérage of goonies left you.” When he spoke his words came out smooth like velvet. Every word was picked carefully like a flower in a bouquet.

“What are you talki—who are you?!” You take a step off the stands ready to book it if neccassary. You knew this wasn’t a good idea, you could be home, enjoying yourself, catching up on love island, yelling at the tv while watching Shameless, maybe even finishing tha—

“Don’t bother.” He cut your train of thought. “If you even think of running I have police on standby ready to arrest you for trespassing.” He steps down the stands until he’s in front of you and you can clearly make him out. Blonde hair, green glasses, a tan suit. Obviously a man who meant business.

“I’m Kento Nanami. I run this track where you and your friends decided to hold your little..escapade.” He clears his throat. “May I ask how you plan on covering the damages?”

“Damages?” You scoff. “It’s a couple of bottles I can trash that.” You fold your arms feeling too tipsy and tired to deal with this.

“‘A couple of bottles? My windows were shattered and countless items of merchandise was stolen from the shop.” His face hardens as he looks down at you. “I take it you didn’t know?”

“Y-You can’t be serious.” You try to laugh off the tense atmosphere.

“Deadly.” He only stares down at you. You scans you from head to toe. Something quirks behind his eyes.

“Will your friends be aiding you in covering the total cost? My guess is it will be well over ten-thousand dollars.” His brow arches and his lips purse. His eyes seem to watch you more.

“Holy, shit are you kidding me?” You run both hands over your head to smooth it down. “Look Mr. Nanami—sir. I can’t afford that.”

“Maybe your friends could help?”

You swear under your breath and run your hands up and down your face trying to wake yourself up and think.

“If you can’t come up with the money, I have an idea…” Kento speaks his words slowly.

“I’m not having sex with you!” You snap and glare at him. You notice a frown grow on his face and his look only seems to get harsher.

“I wasn’t talking about…sex. I mean a real job opportunity. Only nightly, maybe once a week. Wouldn’t interrupt your day job.”

“I’m listening…”

“Be a lady of the line. Be my flag girl. Just stand there look prettt and wave your flag.” He pushes his glasses up.

“A… ‘lady of the line’?…I don’t know, I don’t usually ha—“

He sighs heavily cutting you off, “I’ll pay you 500 for each race…unless or course you want to pay that damage control out of your own pocket?….”

You blink absent mindedly at him. One blink, two blink. “When do I start?”

That’s how you found yourself in this situation, low zip leather body suit, and thigh highs. All around you people whistled and cheered as the racers kicked off. You use this opportunity to walk if the track and stumble into the bathroom. God it was intoxicating in the worst way. You felt like you were going to throw up.

But atleast you were one step closer to clearing your goal and leaving this shit sack of a race track.

500 down, 9500 more to go.

(TAGLIST (12/50): @tojis-ball-sack @lemonnotade @shhinigamii @shuuji71 @damianodavidscumslut @lovingami @yuuuumii @kodzukenwhore @aiicpansion @pinkfqiry @flashin-lights10 @chrimsychrism )

a/n: toji and sukuna will be introduced next chapter+i will try to make everything more visually appealing im sorry (😣), also if you can’t tell mahito is an opp.

made by meltdownrelics ‘24

One Temptation

Bodyguard!Orc x Princess!Reader

Summary: Y/N, the princess of Evermore, the beauty of the west. She had many suitors, many men, and women who wanted her by their side. Too bad her eyes were already set the day he came to save her life.

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Eventual smut. Gore, Fighting.

AN: Bodyguard x Princess was the one you guys requested, so you shall receive! Let me know if you'd like to be tagged in this series! The Moodboard was made by me.

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Prologue: The Invasion

Part 1: The Meeting

Part Two: Tag!

Part 3: The Dinner

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winter2444

10 months ago

‧₊˚✩彡 ── RED MOON ☪︎ Index.

INTRODUCING...

A JUJUTSU KAISEN FANFICTION

RED MOON, Megumi Fushiguro

‧₊˚✩彡 ── Rated: Explict.

‧₊˚✩彡 ── Pairings: Megumi Fushiguro x F! Reader

‧₊˚✩彡 ── The blood moon symbolizes the death of a king, but some believe it signifies the need for affection.

[ T E A S E R ]

𝘈 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘎𝘰𝘫𝘰 𝘚𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘶𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦. 𝘑𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘑𝘶𝘫𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘶 𝘛𝘦𝘤𝘩, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵, 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴, 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘴, 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴' 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵.

꒰ 💌 ꒱

"𝐌𝐈 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐃𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐒𝐀 𝐒𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐀𝐌𝐎

𝐃𝐀𝐕𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐎 𝐃𝐈 𝐍𝐎𝐈

𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐎 𝐋𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐄,

𝐌𝐀 𝐍𝐎𝐍 𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐕𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐈

𝐈𝐎 𝐂𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐎 𝐒𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐑𝐄

𝐓𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐎 𝐈𝐍 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐀

𝐌𝐀 𝐍𝐎𝐈 𝐍𝐎"

- coez, frah quintale જ "𝘊𝘩𝘦 𝘊𝘰𝘭𝘱𝘢 𝘕𝘦 𝘏𝘰"

‧₊˚✩彡 ── Chapters:

00, Prologue.

01, First Years.

02, Gifts and Regrets.

[ W A R N I N G S ]

- graphic sexual content and violence (abuse, mentions of death and near death experiences)

- implied depression and depressing thoughts (self harm, suicide, eds)

- lots of angst.

I will not be putting warnings before any kind of the beforehand mentioned incidents happen, my content is NOT for the lighthearted. So, if you find any of these off-putting, do not continue.

You've been warned.

‧₊˚✩彡 ── Links:

AO3.

‧₊˚✩彡 ── Ongoing!

‧₊˚✩彡 ── Released: 29.07.2024

‧₊˚✩彡 ── Completed: /

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winter2444

1 year ago

Lives Changed Series Chapters

Summary:

Eddie receives the deal of a lifetime, and reader gets put in a life changing position. Their lives are changing but not together, will they find their way back to each other, or has too much changed.

warnings: angst, pregnancy, breakups

Chapters:

(one)

(two)

(three)

(four)

Add Ons

nine months

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winter2444

10 months ago

"Itadori-kun. Good. You're on time."

Kento checked his watch, clearly distracted, as Yuuji approached with pocketed hands. The shopping centre was bustling, a hive of activity around them. Yuuji ruffled his own hair, unsure.

"Yeah, I just...wasn't sure why we're meeting here, is all."

Still distracted, Kento tapped off a message, before slipping his phone back into his inner pocket. He rarely offered smiles when there was business yet to be done, and today was no different.

"I was hoping for your assistance with a few errands before your school term ends. I'm sure you'll be busy with your friends after then, and I shouldn't like to take your vacation time. I'm sure you're looking forward to the break."

In truth, Yuuji deflated just at the thought of it; though he was an orphan amongst orphans, he didn't favour empty time in the way he used to, with memory and the devil as his constant companions. Still he smiled.

"Yeah! Can't wait. Got...got loads planned."

Kento read Yuuji, shrewd for a moment, before hyper-focusing on the task at hand.

"Quite. Come along, Yuuji."

Yuuji grew more and more flummoxed as Kento's list of errands tickered out before them. Too polite to question why, and with absolute faith that Kento had good reason to drag him along for the ride, Yuuji stomached it all with confused good grace.

Yuuji blinked, momentarily blinded by the flash of light in the photo booth. He grinned for the next photo, and Kento's cool deep voice rumbled past the curtain.

"No smiling, Yuuji."

"H-huh? How did you know?"

"Was I wrong?"

"Uh...sorry, Nanamin."

As a strip of tiny poe-faced photos clicked into the dispenser, Yuuji couldn't understand why Nanamin was so satisfied by such bland pictures. Yuuji was, however, touched; clearly Nanamin liked wallet photos as he liked his suits-- beige. Kento clipped across Yuuji's thoughts.

"Do you like the beach, Yuuji?"

Yuuji blinked. "The beach...?"

"Yes. The beach. Do you like it?"

"Uh...I guess. Why?"

Kento hummed, satisfied, not answering Yuuji's question. Instead, as he passed Yuuji his coffee, he stood and leaned around Yuuji, gently pulling at the back of Yuuji's collar. Yuuji twisted to look, baffled now, and Kento released him, sitting with another satisfied hum. He tapped on his phone again.

"Your identification documents are in your room at Jujutsu High?"

"Nanamin...what's this about?"

"It's important to take care of your documents, Yuuji."

"...so you're just...checking up on me?"

Kento smiled, polite. "Of course." A pause. "I assume you'd like to come back to ours for dinner?"

Yuuji brimmed with unasked questions. "I don't need to-- I'm not really that hungry-- honestly a coffee is great--"

"Mrs.Nanami has cooked extra."

"God, yes, please, I'm starving."

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The summer vacation approached Yuuji like a black cloud. He could not bring himself to be excited for enforced inactivity; his casual offers to assist staff on missions fell on deaf ears. Gojo laughed Yuuji off with a clap on the shoulder. Yuuji smiled away the gentle rejection; he did not have the stomach to beg to work.

Instead, Yuuji stewed, leaning on his rainy windowsill until cicada buzz replaced the pitter-patter of water on earth. Late July arrived, unwelcome, and Yuuji steeped in a pit of dread.

At 2am, on the first day of summer vacation, Yuuji's phone rang. Bleary-eyed, and flat, he looked away from his computer screen and lowered his headset. He looked at his screen with a lurching gut; he answered the phone.

"Nanamin?"

A voice, rusty with sleeplessness. "Ah, Yuuji. I apologise for waking you at this hour. I need help with a mission. Are you available?"

Yuuji perked up immediately, tail wagging. "Y-yeah! Yeah, totally! I can be ready...er...in ten? Yeah?"

Kento's voice smiled. "Good. I'll pick you up."

Yuuji danced from his desk chair, shaking off his joggers and wriggling into his uniform with a grin, ruffling his hair before the mirror. In barely two minutes, he was ready, a spring in his step as he headed to wait outside. He felt so light, so relieved, and he grabbed his keys, opening his door to--

"Oh, shi--...Nanamin?"

Kento stood at the door, comfortable in loose clothes, and...sandals? It was an odd contrast to the backdrop of night, and Kento's usual attire. Kento smiled again, polite.

"Yes. Are you ready?"

"Y-yeah, I'm...how did you get here so fast?"

"The roads are quiet at this time of night, Yuuji."

A pause. "...Nanamin."

"Yuuji."

"Are you fucking with me?"

"Language."

When Yuuji opened his mouth to argue back, his jaw dropped, as you bustled up the corridor behind Kento with a sleepy grin on your face. You slapped Kento's elbow, shooting him a chastising look.

"Morning, Yuuji! Excited?" You pressed a kiss to his cheek, whirling past to invade his bedroom. Yuuji was speechless, horribly confused.

Kento checked his watch as you bustled around. Tapped his foot as you bustled around. Tutted, and leaned pointedly round the corner to stare at you as you bustled around.

"Darling, we're going to be la--"

"--don't give me attitude, Kento, we are about 6 hours early, and you know it--"

"--it pays off to check-in ahead of schedule--"

"--hush. I'll have words with you later."

Kento bristled, pugnacious. You walked out of Yuuji's room with his rucksack in hand. You pinched his chin, gesturing him along with your hand.

"Come on, Yuuji. Before Mr.Organised has conniptions."

Yuuji felt himself swept along by Kento, who still scoffed, mulish. The night air smelled sweet, and Yuuji found himself gently bodied into the back seat of Kento's car.

"--Nanamin-- I don't understand--"

You shot Kento a pointed look from the passenger seat. At first frowning, then with dawning realisation, you scolded Kento in disbelief.

"...you haven't told him."

Kento almost smirked as he rolled the car away over gravel. "I don't know what you mean."

You looked from Kento, to Yuuji, and back again. You reached slowly into Kento's bag, rummaging. Yuuji felt a glossy little book pressed into his hands.

"...a...passport?"

"...Kento didn't tell you."

Never one for expecting a gift, Yuuji couldn't see one when placed before his eyes. "Tell me what? Nanamin?"

Kento chuckled to himself, his eyes glimmering at Yuuji in the rearview mirror.

"Our flight is at 10:30, Yuuji."

Yuuji peered into the seat beside him; a new suitcase, neatly labelled with a luggage tag in his name. He yanked it to the seat beside him, unzipping it, and finding it full of new swimsuits, t-shirts, shorts, sandals, everything he could possibly need. He opened the glossy new passport in his hands, and hiccupped, his breath catching in his chest.

Yuuji rammed into realisation with prickling eyes, and a quiet sniffle, his eyes hidden in the dark. His reply was thick, stilted.

"Our flight...to where?"

"Malaysia. Now give me back that passport. You'll only lose it."

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winter2444

10 months ago

a portrait of us masterlist

part one

part two

part three

part four

part five

part six

part seven

part eight

part nine

part ten

part eleven (coming soon)

part twelve (coming soon)

a nanami x reader smau

warnings: angst lol, slow burn, swearing, a little ooc

notes: this is my first work i've ever posted so pls bear with me. constructive criticism is always welcome! <3

it's been 10 years since you ran away from the painful world of jujutsu sorcery to return home. during this time you've begun to make quite a name for yourself as an artist, with the height of your career so far being a lucrative and life-changing opportunity to have your art shown at the museum of contemporary art in tokyo. an unexpected text from an old friend starts rippling through other aspects of your life to make you wonder if you should've ever stopped thinking about what could've been.

"you've always been my muse. for every line and stroke i've ever painted. our love is in every canvas i've ever touched."

"and yet you couldn't even say goodbye?"

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winter2444

3 years ago