Mentally sobbing after listening to The Shelf-Aware Podcast because “we didn’t even kiss” in episode 2 hits so much harder when you remember that the first time they have sex, Ilya never stops touching Shane. He’s constantly aware of him—watching for discomfort when he first enters him, checking in, because after pursuing Shane for years he finally gets to have him. He kisses him deeply, with so much passion with every thrust. Even when they switch positions, Ilya stays impossibly close, kissing Shane’s shoulder and thrusting slow, and fucking loses it later because it’s never felt this good with anybody else, and it honestly drives me insane because it hurts even more is when we get to the Vegas scene watching how distant Ilya is. He barely touches him, just staring with so much anger, want, and hunger. And later, when they finally fuck, it’s rough and relentless, like he’s trying to pound the love he has for Shane out of himself, wishing he didn’t want this (love) forever. And now we all have to die because they didn’t even kiss.
demon and a very grumpy human
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Chapter - 2
Uzair Baloch couldn’t figure out which emotion to feel at that moment.
His heart was thumping with the proximity he was sharing with this kid (who really didn’t look like a kid anymore). the stretching eye contact with the light-green eyes, tinted with red now, was not helping his brain capability in the slightest.
His brain was struggling to form a coherent or simple logical response to the guy or even push him back.
It felt like he was on a chokehold by an invisible force emitting from Jassi, screaming inside his brain to simply fall on the boy, which was absurd because he quite literally saw the guy for the first time half an hour ago.
“What- what are you doing?” Uzair spoke after finally grasping his ability to form a sentence.
That broke the haze in the other man’s eyes.
His pupils were finally heading back to their normal shape and size and his hands started loosening on Uzair’s waist until they were completely off and the guy backed off a few paces.
Uzair finally let out a deep breath, still standing on support of the door.
“What the fuck was that, kid?”
“Jassi or Jaskirat”
“What?”
“I told you the name is Jassi or Jaskirat, for your kind information, I could be centuries older than you.” Jassi responded with less enthusiasm than before now.
Uzair couldn’t hold the flood of questions back “ok Mr. Centuries older Jassi ji, YOU still haven’t given me a good enough response on why are you in MY house? And why would I be in danger if you go? And why the fuck were you asking who the girl in my house is?”
Jaskirat finally figured out in his head that his human right here has zero knowledge about how he had summoned a demon on his name to earth.
‘Must have been Harleen’s another stupid idea’ he concluded in his mind while Uzair stood in front of him looking like a police commissioner interrogating a very notorious criminal.
“So, I didn’t know you’d be this clueless-” Uzair’s glare sharpened making Jassi’s voice go a little more meek “-but I’ll explain everything to you in brief later,…don’t you need to go cook for the other human right now ?”
“You overheard our conversation?”
“It was impossible not to; I was in the same room-”
“You could have covered your ears or something-”
“WHY IN THE WORLD would I do that?”
“it’s called BASIC ETTIQUETE. You could have at least done this LITTLE after BREAKING IN MY HOUSE AT 7 IN THE MORNING”
“FOR THE 10TH TIME, I-DIDN’T-BREAK-IN-YOUR-HOUSE”
“Then HOW-”
Their banter was interrupted by a call outside the door “Bhaiiiii I am done- “responding with a “coming” Uzair made Jassi put his finger on his lips and made a neck cutting gesture with his hands to warn the guy to shut up.
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Uzair cooked the soup for Yalina and ensured she actually drank the whole bowl before making a few more excuses of why she shouldn’t stay over today.
Even if she still did not believe in his excuses, she got ready and bid farewell to Uzair after her father called her to come back for some urgent business.(Uzair made him call her but she doesn’t need to know everything people).
Finally, when the house was empty and the dishes were cleaned, Uzair went and stood near the staircase to call the strange creature down from his room.
Uzair yelled, “JASKIRAT GET DOWN NOW, I KNOW U OVERHEARD THE ENTIRE THING”
“I CAN’T HELP IT SIR.” Jassi argued while opening the door in a hurry to get out of the small space and sprinted downstairs.
“Woahhhh slow down boy” Uzair spoke with gesturing his hand for Jassi to calm down a little till the boy was final standing in front of him.
Uzair pushed Jaskirat to go and sit on the couch and went back in the kitchen to take off his apron and fetch a glass of water for the boy, thinking he must have been thirsty with all the moving around he did.
Putting the glass on the small table in front of Jassi, Uzair sat in front of him with an exhausted look and spoke in a tired voice, “so, let me be clear, you will answer all the questions I asked upstairs, you will not lie about a single answer and you will not invade my personal space UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES”
Jaskirat wanted to sulk about the absence of the long cloth thingy that Uzair wore over his t-shirt moments ago, he looked cute in that. But since he feared getting punched, he moved on from that piece of cloth.
Jassi drank the glass of water in 3 large sips and wiped the sweat off his forehead with his long sleeve and spoke in a happy-to-go-tone “bring the questions on, I will try my best to explain everything.”
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“How did you break in my house?”
Jassi sighed and answered “sir, for the nth time I did NOT break in your house, you were the one who brought me in last night”
Uzair furrowed his eyebrows, asking “how exactly?”
Jaskirat tried to form a response while the chain of the word ‘cute’ kept ringing in his head seeing the expression his human was making. He motivated himself in his head ‘focus Jaskirat focus’
He eventually spoke-
“Well, umm I don’t know exactly but did you bring something strange in last night, like a small book?”
Uzair’s brain went back into flashbacks, the dare, the tree, the cat and the book. As the thought of the book hit him as facepalmed so hard that his forehead buzzed with the impact.
Jassi immediately removed his hand from his forehead and rubbed the area in pain saying “you shouldn’t hurt yourself like this sir, I heard humans bruise easily.”
Even after all the strange happenings around him, Uzair’s brain couldn’t stop the flood of stupid questions- “what’s with the human talk, aren’t you a human too?”
“Umm, no?”
“WHAT are you then?”
“I am a demon”
An awkward Silence stretched between both of them for a small while.
Uzair tried to process the absurdity of the sentence he just heard while trying to keep the composure on his face intact. But looking at the other boy’s face, he had failed in the task immeasurably.
“Pinch me”
“HUH”
“I said, PINCH ME Jassi”
“it’s true what they say, humans are the weirdest species on this planet” Jaskirat mused before moving towards Uzair and pinching his cheeks.
Uzair smacked his hand away- “I meant on THE ARM you doofus”
Jaskirat who had already had the pleasure of finally touching those fluffy cheeks just grinned and moved back to sit.
Uzair glared at him and cleared his throat to speak in a serious tone
“So is the book like a black magic thing?”
“No, it’s not simply black magic, it is my SRB or supranatural records book.”
Uzair still dumbfounded spoke, “I don’t understand shit from what you are saying, you need to get better at your comprehension skills man.”
Jaskirat tried to explain once again, “don’t you guys have anything which clarifies from what place do you belong, which lineage you are from or even your past achievements?”
“Lineage? Achievements? I don’t know about those but we do have Aadhar cards-”
“What is an Aadhar card?”
“It is a type of identification card- WHY AM I EXPLAINING STUFF TO YOU?! YOU SLY BASTARD-” Uzair stated while aggressively pointing his finger towards the boy-
Waving his hand in Panick, Jassi tried to explain “ARRE NO NO SIR I WAS JUST CURIOUS-”
Uzair tried to calm down a little and asked again “now tell me what’s this SRB.”
“So basically, a SRB is our personal ownership receipt, it looks like a ‘book’ as you humans refer to it, once we get a job locked down with another person, our SRB is locked in that person’s material belonging.”
“Demons work in a corporate business or something?”
“what’s corporate?”
“it’s working in any kind of business like the SRB ones you are talking about.”
“Oh, it’s a little like business work, we all have a boss and we get assigned work with humans, angels and devils alike.”
Uzair was still full of many doubts but he was slowly believing in the boy’s story because of the conviction he was explaining everything with.
He leaned back on the sofa and continued the discussion, “so how exactly did I summon you little demon?”
“You touched the book I was telling you about?”
“Yes? A cat motivated me.”
Uzair chuckled thinking he must be getting influenced from the craziness of the person sitting in front of him, making him speak absurdity as well.
Jaskirat was starstruck.
The sound that his human just generated kept repeating in his head like a prayer from raja Mahabali himself.
His human was beautiful. this realization didn’t help the blush forming on the Jaskirat’s cheeks at the moment and he kept staring, mouth agape, at uzair’s smile like he was the holy beacon of light himself.
Uzair noticed the boy’s sight on him and cleared his throat for him to stop. But that didn’t work out so he just tapped him lightly on head to wake the kid from his stupor.
That worked, and Jassi blinked his eyes multiple times while turning away from the human.
“So, the cat is your boss?”
“WHAT”
“The cat who gave me the book, is she you superior or something because she looked really happy to provide my drunk ass with your SRB”
“That must have been Harleen.”
“Now who is that?”
“My elder sister, I have been whining at her for ages since I didn’t get any job in a long time and was getting bored. She must have seen you and formed this ridiculous plan to finally get rid of me. I know it sounds strange but that’s what we are like- “
Uzair tried to stifle a smile at the implication of an annoyed sister handing out her whiny demon brother to Uzair of all people.
Jaskirat suddenly smiled brightly and spoke chirpily, “well, since she has already put you in this situation, unaware or not, we can make use of all the time we have till I go back there.”
Looking at the little demon’s smile, Uzair thought it wasn’t actually that bad of an idea. he had already sent Yalina home and he was just going to rot on his couch watching a marathon of harry potter on this weekend anyway, so, spending the day with the boy could be better than the other available options. But still Uzair could not relent too easily or Jassi would think he has the upper hand.
“I have way more questions that you can imagine Jassi. your idea of fun sounds great but I need to know more about the circumstances I m going to be under in hanging out with you.”
Jaskirat’s excitement dampened a little but it didn’t go away fully.
“Okay sir, we will do as you say but can we go get some Ice cream, the last time I had a devil as my host, he introduced me to this sweet and cold stuff created by human, I DIDN’T EVEN KNOW HUMANS COULD CREATE SOMETHING AS TASTY AS THAT.”
The boy was endearing.
Uzair was a little frazzled after the sudden thought but let it slide thinking it was just an instantaneous study, nothing more than that.
“Drop the sir, you should not even try to be polite after seeing my hungover state in my bed at seven in the morning kid. let’s go for a walk then, weather seems to be good and you can get your ice cream as well as I can get my answers.”
“You are the best si- uhm what should I call you then?”
“Uzair would be okay”
“Thank you Uzair” Jaskirat grinned, stood up and rushed towards the main door like the ice cream would run away from the convenience store if he didn’t walk fast enough.
Uzair slowly stood up and cracked his back before walking in steady steps towards Jassi.
“You really need to fix your problem of scurrying here and there, I am old Jaskirat, you need to walk slow for me to be able to keep up.”
Jaskirat just smiled and gestured Uzair to hurry up before opening the door for him.
Uzair could only sigh while getting out of the house.
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*sighs* i tried my best logonnn!! hope you all like it hehe- Again, i am still pretty bad at writing, pardon my skills. thankyou for reading 😭💗
Im sickkkkkkkk🪓 they’re so in love
TOKYOREV!CHARACTERS REACTING TO YOUR PROPOSAL TO THEM
Type: Fluff
Characters: Izana Kurokawa, Kisaki Tetta, Hanma Shūji
Part 4! (Part three here)
Reader's gender: Male
Warnings: swearing, crying from happiness/emotions ofc, emotional, fluff, romantic/chaotic, mentions of marriage (I mean-), male reader, homo/gay couple, etc
‼️ALL CHARACTERS ARE ADULT AKA 22+, NO DEAD CHARACTERS
For the first 8-10 seconds after you knelt down and said those words, Izana simply… froze.
Not shocked in the sense of “I don’t believe it,” but as if his brain had thrown a 404 error. He looked at the ring, at you, at the ring again, at you again. No sound. No blinking. Total processing.
When he finally spoke, the first thing that came out of his mouth was a quiet, slightly hoarse:
“…are you serious?”
It didn’t sound like a question of consent. It sounded like a question about whether you really wanted to be tied to him forever. There was far more fear and disbelief in it than he would admit.
Izana never cries nicely. When something inside him snaps, he cries ugly, with his teeth clenched, his hand pressed to his mouth so no one could hear.
That night, he cried like that – slightly sideways, pretending to only scratch the back of his neck, but his shoulders were shaking. He accepted the ring with trembling fingers and immediately put it on his finger, without even asking if he could try it on. As if he was afraid that if he let go for even a second, it would disappear.
Then, for the next three days, he didn't even take it off to shower.
The next morning, you woke up to Izana sitting cross-legged on the bed and just... staring at his hand with the ring.
He didn't say a word. He only occasionally touched the metal with his fingertip, as if checking to see if it was real.
For the first two weeks after the proposal, he went through a phase of "I have to touch you constantly to make sure you don't run away."
He grabbed your wrist when you walked by, rested his head on your shoulder when you sat, pulled you close at night even after you were asleep. It wasn't sweet tenderness—it was a panicked "he really wants to stay."
He didn't say "yes" out loud for a long time.
Not because he hesitated. He just… couldn't say the word without feeling like his voice was about to break.
He finally did it quietly, almost in a whisper, as you lay in the dark:
"…yes. Of course I do."
Once he finally broke down and started talking about it, he suddenly became obsessively specific.
"The wedding has to be in the winter. I don't like summer, too many people, too loud."
"I don't want many people. 10-12 at most."
"I don't want anyone from Toman to witness it. We don't trust them."
"I want you to have the exact same ring on your finger. Not a different one. The same."
He touches your left hand surprisingly often now – the one with the wedding band. Sometimes even unconsciously.
He strokes the place where the metal will soon be with his thumb. It's his new nervous tic.
The first time he called you "my husband" was about three weeks after the proposal – completely by accident, during a casual conversation in the kitchen. He froze mid-sentence, realized what he'd said, turned red to the ears, and left the kitchen without a word.
He returned 15 minutes later and pretended nothing had happened.
He has a "wedding" folder on his phone (with a password you don't want to know).
There are screenshots of suits, wedding ring inspiration, photos of places to get married without crowds, even a mood board with dark blue and silver accents because "those are our colors."
Sometimes, when he thinks you're sleeping, he kisses your left ring finger and whispers very, very quietly, "Thanks for not leaving."
He still has moments when he looks at you and thinks, "This can't possibly work out, one day he'll understand who I really am and leave."
But now, when he feels the ring on his finger, that voice is much quieter than it used to be.
And most importantly:
For the first time in his life, Izana Kurokawa truly believes she can have a happy ending.
Not perfect. Not a fairytale. But real. With you.
He wasn't surprised… but he still froze for three seconds.
Kisaki knew immediately that something was up. He'd noticed that you had been acting slightly differently over the past two or three weeks: checking your phone more often, hiding the screen...
Still, when you actually knelt down and said those words, Kisaki completely lost his poker face for a split second.
Not from panic. From a pure, sudden "fuck… this is actually happening."
His first thought after "yes" was: "I have to do this better than him."
Right after he said "yes" (calmly, quietly, but without hesitation), his mind was already in planning mode.
"If he proposed to me in a restaurant on the 37th floor overlooking Tokyo… then I have to top that scale at the wedding. Minimum. Minimum."
On the way home, he was already making a mental list of things he would do better, more expensive, more perfect.
He didn't cry. But his eyes were glazed over, and it really pissed him off.
When you put the ring on him, Kisaki looked at his hand, then at you, then back at the ring.
He felt a burning sensation behind his eyelids and immediately clenched his jaw.
He thought: "No. Absolutely not. Not now. Not in front of him. This is unacceptable."
You, of course, noticed and gently blurted: "Are you crying?"
Kisaki immediately: "It's street dust. Don't be ridiculous."
The first night after the proposal, he barely slept at all.
He lay on his back, one hand behind his head, staring at the ceiling. With his other hand, he absently twisted the ring on his finger.
For the first time in a long, long time, he felt something that wasn't called "ambition," "revenge," "control," or "obsession." It was… uncomfortably soft. And at the same time, terrifyingly pleasant.
The next day at work was unbearable.
All his coworkers immediately noticed something was wrong. Kisaki, who was normally icy and precise, suddenly:
smiled out of the corner of his mouth for no reason,
lost the thread of the conversation twice during a phone call,
when someone asked, “Is something wrong?” he replied dryly, “Nothing you should care about”… but with the tone of someone who just won the lottery and is trying to hide it.
He hadn't said “I love you” out loud in a very long time.
After the proposal, it was almost five weeks before Kisaki finally said it.
It happened completely by accident – You were just coming out of the bathroom with wet hair and a towel around your hips, and Kisaki was sitting on the couch with his laptop.
He looked up and suddenly, without any preparation, quietly said,
“Y'know I love you, right?”
You froze. Kisaki returned his gaze to the screen and added even more quietly,
"Don't make me repeat it."
He's planning a return proposal over the next four months.
And this isn't normal planning. This is a military operation.
He's hired a private jeweler to make a ring that will be a "reply" to yours (of course, it has to be better, but not vulgar – a subtle, elegant edge).
He's booking a place in Santorini for exactly one year from the day you propose.
He's writing a speech. Yes. Kisaki Tetta is writing a speech. And he's revising it by hand 17 times.
He's incredibly possessive after the proposal.
He's always been possessive, but now it's reached a new level.
If anyone looks at you for more than three seconds, Kisaki places a hand on the back of your neck or waist – seemingly nonchalantly, but it's a pure declaration of "mine."
You once joked, "Don't worry, I won't run away."
Kisaki looked at you very seriously and said, "I know. But I'm not going to risk it anyway."
He still can't be romantic in a "normal" way.
Instead of flowers, he brings you a limited edition watch you once mentioned by accident a year and a half ago.
Instead of a candlelit dinner, he takes you to the roof of an office building in the middle of the night to show him Tokyo from above and says, "I used to control all of this. Now I just want it to be yours."
Deep down, he's afraid that one day you will see him as the old Kisaki again.
And that's the only thing that really keeps him up at night.
That's why he tries so hard to be a "better version"—not for the applause, but because for the first time in his life, he has something he truly doesn't want to lose.
His first reaction isn't words, but that characteristic, wide, slightly psychopathic smile of his that takes up half his face.
He looks at you for a good 4-5 seconds in complete silence, his head tilted, as if he's just seen the most interesting thing in the world.
Only then, quietly, in a low voice:
"...fuck, Y/N. You really did it."
He doesn't say "yes" right away.
Instead, he pulls out a cigarette, lights it very slowly, looking you straight in the eye.
He takes one long drag and blows the smoke out to the side so it doesn't fly in your face (his version of romance).
"You know that if I say yes, you'll never get rid of me, right?"
When he finally answers, it's in typical Hanma style – jokingly, but also very seriously:
"Fine. Take me. But if you ever hate me, there'll be no turnin' back, because I'll be too used to your lil' face."
A ring? Hanma doesn't wear normal rings.
The next day, he comes to you with two matte black wedding rings.
One has the word "CHAOS" tattooed on the inside (yes, tattooed, not engraved), and the other has "SHŪJI/Y/N"
"You choose which one you want. I'll wear the one with your name on the inside anyway."
For the first two or three weeks after the proposal, he goes through a phase of calling you "fiancé" at every possible moment, but he says it in a tone like he's testing how it sounds and simultaneously checking if it annoys you.
"Hey fiancé, pass the salt."
"Fiancé, where are my lighters?"
"Hey fiancé, come here for a second, I want to show you something on my phone."
(That "something" is always memes or pictures of cats.)
He starts planning the wedding very quickly... but in the worst possible way. "Do you think that we can get some ex-members from Toman and Valhalla to the wedding without 'em killing each other?"
"I want the cake to say SHŪJI & Y/N and be all black."
"If you don't want a DJ, I'll play the music myself. I have the perfect playlist for a brawl."
"Kisaki will be sore ass that I got married before he got a girlfriend"
The night after the proposal, when you're already lying together, he suddenly says quietly, almost in a whisper (a rarity for him):
"Y'know... I never thought anyone would want to keep me permanently. Especially someone like you."
And right after, to ruin the moment: "Now you're officially the most fucked-up choice of my life. Congratulations."
For a long time after the proposal, whenever someone asks him, "So when's the wedding?", he replies with that sly smirk of his:
"When my fiancée/fucking bastard decides he's tired of seein' my face every day. Which is probably never."
But really... he wears that ring constantly. Even when he's fighting, even when he's working, even when he's sleeping.
Once, it fell off during a fight, and he went back to get it in the middle of it.
"I'm not leavin' without it, sorry."
The biggest plot twist?
A few months later, in the middle of a regular evening, while you're watching something on the couch, Hanma suddenly says:
"Y'know what, Y/N? I think I want to get married this year. 'cause if I like someone so much... I'd rather seal it before I get bored of living without 'em."
And he looks at you with those yellow-purple eyes of his, which this time are exceptionally soft. "So, fiancé? Will you stick with me until the end?"
