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CH. 4 | what reconciliation really means (4.0K) series m.list | next chapter

synopsis - katsuki is a constant that drops in and out of your life at a moment’s notice, when he’s a teenager thinking about you in his bed, and when he’s an adult bringing you a thermos in a cold and lonely hospital room; a fight leaves you battered at the mercy of death and katsuki’s floodgates, the emptiness within you doesn’t settle when he leaves you behind and out of his life, but you want to teach him what it really means to love.

tags - pro hero au, fem reader, banter, hurt/comfort, canon-typical injuries, eventual smut !

The first few weeks of January don’t really seem real. You’ve claimed your spot as number three, pushing Shouto down a rank for the time being. You chuckle a bit, was it worth it?

Your schedule is far from normal, your manager has forced you to be on rehabilitation leave, all of your patrols are being taken up by the sidekicks in your agency, and the only work you’re allowed to do is paperwork, records and organising.

The first day that you came back was hectic. It was the sixth of January, villains caused more ruckus than usual, probably running high on those New Year’s Eve emotions.

(But does that mean you can rob a bank too?)

On doctor’s orders, you are not to do any extreme sports and get any more major injuries in at least 2 months. It’s nice, sometimes, you're given a long-awaited breather, heroes who occupy the top 10 ranks know that they never really get a day off. Even when you’re on vacation, if that place needs a hero, you’re still a hero.

Every day becomes softer, your morning jog is cut to a mile only, and you get to drop by the cafe near your agency for some breakfast before you head to the office. Your hand still instinctively reaches for the locker door that houses your hero suit after your morning showers, and you wince everytime.

Bakugou has been texting you less, maybe that's what the emptiness is. You check your phone more, you see dozens of texts and emails from companies, sponsors and coworkers, but the cavity eating away at your heart doesn’t stop. You’re waiting for something, maybe it’s Dynamight’s picture of the neighbourhood cat, maybe it’s the picture slyly taken of Red Riot helping an old lady cross the street– no more everyday tragedies.

The Herald: Metal Gear’s Rise and Fall — Why Was the Quirk Ring Bust-In Such a Controversy?

By the second week of January, time starts passing by a little too fast. You still attend the physiotherapy lessons you’re assigned, you still complete the paperwork in your office, you’ve grown accustomed to eating out alone and not Katsuki’s meals too– it’s light work but everything feels so heavy.

You don’t get a chance to slow down, you blink and sunrise becomes sunset, you rest your eyes and when you open them once more, you’re greeted with your bedroom ceiling and you're awake again. Every day you have something to do, and now it’s your opportunity to take a break for the night– January's group hangout is hosted at Eijirou’s.

You don’t think about anything on your way to his apartment, you don't remember whether you were standing or sitting during the subway ride, you don't remember the colour of the sky, it’s odd because you usually have such a good memory, you can remember Bakugou’s birthday, you can remember all the names of Mina’s cats, what happened?

You don’t notice until you’re about to knock on Kirishima’s door, you let the cold air bite down your throat, it stings, your sinuses hurt, but you don’t think you’d be able to hold yourself together otherwise.

You don’t smile when Mina opens the door, she has this look in her eyes, like she knows something you don’t, maybe she’s doing you a favour by not saying it aloud, yet it somehow still feels a mockery.

You don’t greet everyone in the room, they still return friendly and worried smiles, all except one. When you were just about to say ‘Hey Bakugou’ he walks out the door, mumbling something about picking up the food, and when his shoulder brushes yours, he flinches like it hurts, and you try not to wince at the stab in your heart.

You don’t participate in conversation much either, you don’t laugh as hard at the punchlines, everyone notices, even Katsuki, but no one says anything, too nice to point it out, and too tired to meddle with it.

The movie continues playing, flashes of black and white occasionally breaking through the haze of your mind, dialogues are but a background noise that fails to distract you from your thoughts. You had looked forward to this, being around friends has always been soothing when you spiral too deep into your own head, but now that you and him aren’t talking, you think that maybe it wasn't your friends that had ever calmed you down to begin with, just him.

They all take turns trying to start a conversation, but the silent tension between you and Katsuki has also dwindled everyone’s mood, you feel sorry, you don't know how they put up with you two sometimes.

Time starts passing by in a blur again, you’re watching a movie on the couch, you’re eating takeout, you're drinking beer, you're putting on your shoes, Mina is talking about something, Bakugou doesn't ask you to stay with him, Bakugou doesn't look at you when you're turning around, Bakugou doesn't shout some reminder regarding safety when you begin to walk away, Bakugou– forget it. You're already on your way to the subway station, and the air is cold when his arms aren’t wrapped around your shoulders.

“Can’t you just let it go?” Kirishima leans onto the balcony beside him, a beer in hand. He doesn’t look at him, after all, having been friends with him since they were mere teenagers has given him instincts, he knows that by looking at him Bakugou will only be more shameful, so he does him a favour and looks at the sea instead.

“This is for her own good.”

@alpha-deku: MG is.. falling off, i think if the quirk ring thing happened a year ago she would have done it smoothly without any hiccups at all, not being able to foresee the extension of quirks and to put yourself into danger so that other people around you have to pick up after you is.. kinda dumb for a top 4 hero lol you would assume that she would’ve had a plan B and not just fall out of the sky to take a bullet for somebody who was clearly more powerful in terms of skill compared to her

“That fucking cunt..! Wha- who does he think he is? You can’t just drop in and out of my life just because I’m convenient, asshole…” You mumble, drunk, steps crossing haphazardly as you stomp the curb with anger. Your friends struggle to hold you up as you fling your arms around in vexation; some weeks of bottled emotions finally clawing at the edges of the jar, overdue. The blaring music from the clubs all around you and the filth that comes out of the mouths of low-lifes can’t be drowned out, why don't they have airpods for his voice?

You look at the flesh of your thumb, fingers dancing over the bumpy patch of scar, it’s weird what grief does to people.

(What grief? For what?)

Every scar has its own beginnings and endings; you got that scar after tripping over a rock while playing hide and seek with Katsuki as a child. When you landed on the rough asphalt with your palms open to break the fall, you had actually slid a few inches.

Tears were left unspilled behind your glossy eyes, gaze landing on your bleeding thumb, lips plumping into a pout as you held in the sobs that were bouncing inside your skeleton.

When Katsuki kneels in front of you, he’s as much of a gentleman as he is now, holding your arm tightly, inspecting your wound carefully, wiping your tears away, he brought you to his mother, where she immediately assumed the worst: ‘Katsuki! Did you do this? I raised you not to hurt girls! What’s wrong with you–’ your hiccups interrupted her, ‘I’m sorry Mrs. Bakugou, but it wasn’t him, I tripped myself, Katsuki helped me up.’ It was a miracle that she had understood you through your sniffles, but her expression immediately changes and she starts bandaging you up right away.

You two stopped playing hide and seek after that, none of you realised that that accident would be your last time playing hide and seek until years later, when you’re reminiscing in your rooms late at night.

The scar is ugly— the skin there is patchy, uneven, discoloured, the shape is rugged and asymmetric, its origin is as childish as it can be, but you love that scar. It’s weird when you find love in violence.

(You love it because Katsuki showed you his treehouse afterwards to cheer you up, not even Izuku knows about that.)

That night, when you lay in bed with your run-down makeup washed off, when you have changed out of the revealing and uncomfortable fabrics and into an oversized hoodie that doesn’t belong to you, you wish someone was there to listen through your sniffles and wipe your tears away.

Your lives have been so deeply intertwined that everything and anything he sees, he’s reminded of you. The neighbourhood stray cat you named Hummus, the hot potatoes sold on the side of the street by that old lady you love talking to, the bus stop advertisement campaign you did with the local animal shelter, he can never truly escape you, even when he’s making the active effort to. Maybe he never grew out of his own cowardice.

You don’t make it to the February hangout.

@shotoswife: #mg_overparty it’s so unfair that shes up a rank while shoto is pushed down to fourth??? What did she even do in the mission that the HPSC is selling as a GLORIOUS triumph, shoto literally saved 14 kids from that avalanche in hokkaido, why is that any less impressive compared to that absolute fiasco

The Spring Hero Gala is rolling around the corner, with one month remaining, your stylist has taken advantage of your still freed up schedule and sent you to nine different fittings over the span of a week. It gets tiresome, from taxis to studios to taxis to studios, from itchy and restricting fabrics back to your breathable and flowy hoodies, but it distracts you from the overt absence of Katuski in your life, so you welcome it with open arms.

After some discussions, your stylist settles the deal with Balenciaga, and your dress for the Hero Gala in March is decided, a maroon silk dress that shapes your waist and chest, it’s flattering on you, the staff had said, you thank them with a humble smile.

(Unconvinced, much like how the internet would feel, you think.)

You return to hero work at a slow and steady pace, increasing the hours of patrols day by day, the abilities of the sidekick accompanying you slowly decrease week by week, and by the time March chases itself into your back, you’re once again a regular occupant on the ranks of the latest villain captures on the official HPSC website.

Life is moving on, with or without Bakugou, with or without his lunches, with or without his good-mornings, you don’t want him to be your biggest what-if.

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Bakugou has been twisting and turning in his bed for the past hour. He’s always had a good sleep schedule, when his head hits the pillow, it’s lights out within five minutes. He’s not used to this, this unending cycle of thoughts spiralling in his head, he can’t seem to shut off his brain, is he really avoiding you for your own safety? Or his own cowardice– no. Not his own cowardice. Never his own cowardice.

It’s been exactly three months since you got out of the hospital. Bakugou, like many, has thrown himself headfirst into heroics as a means to not think about you, not that it’s been of much success. Every day and every waking hour, he spends it thinking of you, your hair, your gentle but firm touch, your ringtone, your ‘did u eat yet’s.

His manager has already chosen a suit for the upcoming Hero Gala, he didn’t have a say in it, he hasn't even glimpsed at what he’d be wearing that evening. These days he just spends them scrolling tabloids on his phone, the latest scandal regarding Metal Gear, recent paparazzi pictures of you. He spends them far away from you, yet still paying close attention to your life. And so unlike himself, he drowns in his own self-pity before his alarm blares him awake, signalling another exhausting day of hero work, filled with villainy and bloodshed.

Bakugou recalls his teenage years, and even the years he spent in the Genius Office, he has never thought that he’d ever stop being friends with you, he remembers making a vow at the ripe age of 22, promising himself and his friends that he’d never tell you just how much he wanted to have you in his embrace if it could preserve the state of his friend group back then, harmonised and synchronised like it’s their job, but seemingly Bakugou has a knack for fucking things up, he never meant for this to happen, but maybe forever was a word meant for memories, not people.

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When Dynamight first sets foot on the red carpet, he is greeted with a myriad of flashes and shouts. Paparazzi, fans and the like all vie for his attention, the stuffy March air makes his skin sticky, his scowl is in place when he fights his way across the room. He’s tipsy, he has made sure of it, he knows he won’t be able to deal with you in public, let alone sober.

He used to be a lot of things, sometimes he was your questions and other times he was your answers, but right now he wants to be a comfort that doesn’t quite require either, but he thinks he might end up as your greatest I’ll-never-know.

When he sees you arrive, his heart skips a beat. Did your stylist do this on purpose? It makes his palms sweatier than usual when he sees your dress, the same hue of red as his eyes, he thinks you look dashing, as you always do, he’s meticulous in the study of you, he’s skilled in reading your expressions, the slightest twitch of a brow and the smallest tick of your lips, maybe the cameras won’t be able to pick out the tired dread that sits on your face, but he knows your smile doesn’t reach your eyes, yet he still can’t look away.

“You look stunning.” He finally admits.

“Oh you're talking to me again?” He winces, he’s been ignoring you, he knows that, you know that, the entire friend group knows it, even the public is aware. He feels like a schoolboy with the way he pretends your existence doesn't matter, some hypocrite he is, he thinks, who was he to criticise your coping mechanisms when he avoided you to protect himself?

He’s spent three whole months convincing himself that he’s cutting contact with you for your own good, that maybe without him in your life, maybe you’d lead a peaceful one, one without peril, but he knows now, he’s been avoiding you out of his own fear, he never grew out of own cowardice.

“I’m sorry I’m in love with you.” The way he looks at you conveys everything that you need to know, his eyes are filled with something you don’t see in Bakugou very often.

(Fear, fear of losing you, again.)

Your silence is uncanny. It makes him wonder what he’d do if you were to answer with a ‘I’m never talking to you again’, your lack of a response is perhaps more infuriating than that, but he doesn’t have anyone to blame but himself. If you were to block him and refuse to ever see him again, he’d feel sorry. If you were to move from the city and to somewhere else to avoid him– no, you won’t do that, he’s sure you won’t give up everything in your life right now for him, for pitiful him, but it does make him think how he’d do just about anything to see you again. He’s taken that right for granted so far, it never struck him as a privilege to be able to lay his eyes on you, but right now it’s all he’ll ask for, because your absence doesn’t get any quieter even when he conditions himself to it.

You look beautiful, you look like the one thing he'd love to look at for the rest of his life.

Somehow your smile is still blazing, like the sun. “Did you miss my rage?”

(You always knew you’d put down your ego and everything else to talk to him again if he asked for you once more.)

@bkgpackets: i think metal gear has done a lot, i think she’s done enough, for musutafu and for our boi katsuki too, it’s time for them to reconcile, they've been through so much tgt, i'm sure they’ll be able to make amends within a few words spoken

“Let’s welcome our top five heroes this year, they have done plenty in guaranteeing the safety of our neighbourhoods, some have risked their lives, some shared their blood, sweat and tears with us, for the sake of our livelihood. So let’s give them a round of applause, a standing ovation, for their courage and dedication towards protecting our reformed society. Welcome to the bright stage, Tsukuyomi, Shouto, Metal Gear, Dynamight, and Deku!”

Your ears are filled with a sore ringing, eyes blinded by overwhelming blinks of flashlights as you’re greeted with a warm welcome back by the hero society, the most powerful and influential part of civilization standing up to clap for you while you accept your award. You don’t glance down, afraid to fall, you look up and into the cameras, head-on with determination in your gaze and kindness in your grin, you’re Metal Gear.

+++

When you call your manager to tell her that you won’t be attending any after-parties, she merely agrees with a knowing chuckle, and tells you ‘good luck’.

After the five-course meal, you’re stuffed when you see Katsuki’s text on your lock screen, meet me behind the hotel garden, it said. Your purse is fluffed with congratulation cards from your coworkers and acquaintances, you clutch onto it as the wind sweeps beneath your dress, heels clicking across the marble floor as you look around and ask star-struck workers where the garden is. It took some extra effort making sure that you stayed away from front doors and cameras, not wanting your meeting with Bakugou to be interrupted by the paparazzi or obsessive fans.

His back is turned towards you when you push the door open. You know he knows you’re here. He looks up, like troubles are weighing heavy on his shoulders, you can’t help but want to walk up to him to massage them, to strip his layers and take away his worries.

You take your time walking up to him, you look at the flowers that surround you two, the moon that gives light to his shadow, you let the wind mess up your hair before you are finally shoulder to shoulder with him. He sighs, and you smile.

“I never got you out of my head. I don’t want to either, but I already think about you every hour of every day. I think about how if I were smarter with my emotions, I’d be able to kiss you and love you right every second of the year, of my life. Give me one more chance and I won’t fuck it up. Please.”

You continue glancing down the city while he twists his head to look at you, but when you look back at him, he stutters on his breath, the way you look at him has never changed, through the thick and thin, it is all so gentle.

“I’ll– can I make it up to you? I’ll make this our first date, I’ll make up for the time I lost, so– eyebrows, will you go on a date with me?” He’s blushing, you realise, to your absolute delight. And when you say yes, Bakugou thanks the Gods for the first time in his life.

He takes your hand as he leads you to his car in the parking lot, it’ll take some time to get used to these gestures of affection.

(He’s learned his lessons, every second spent by your side is precious, and he’ll learn to appreciate and accept that fact.)

He opens the car door for you before getting on himself. When he drives you back to his home, he gives you the aux; the windows are rolled down, the air isn’t as humid anymore, it’s cool and it slightly nips at the exposed skin under the jacket he offered you earlier in the night. The journey is smooth, with just a few cars on the road as the clock ticks past 3, he pulls into his driveway, a view you haven’t seen since the last hangout hosted here.

He doesn’t let you undo your seatbelt, he insists on doing it for you before he gets out of the door and walks over to your side. His touch is soft when he laces his fingers between yours, he guides you to his door as if he’s bringing a valued gift home, like you don’t already know the ins and outs of this apartment with the hours you’ve spent here, you’re sure you can navigate it blindfolded.

The click of the lock is loud in the quiet of his apartment. You still see your mug sitting lonely behind his cupboards. He takes your purse from you and sets it gently on the cabinet before bending down, with his calloused fingers, he takes off your heels carefully, as if they’re made out of glass and would shatter on impact. When he stands to his full height again, he’s one breath closer, you can count the scars that dust across his countenance this way, you’re shameless in the way you let your eyes meander over his face, the delicate skin that have seen so much tragedy, right at your fingertips, smooth but rugged at the edges of his blemishes, his stories.

His hands snake around your waist and land on the small of your back, pulling you near, until not even a sheet of paper can separate the two of you, the way he looks at you– it makes you feel nervous, shy, and just like every other aspect in his life, he meets your eye with courage, dedication, to prove himself to you once again.

It’s you who kisses him first. You go on your tippy toes, just reaching his lips in time that he scoops you tight and close, your hands begin to make their way up his nape and into his messy locks, ashy and for you, its scent familiar. His big and rough hands cloak their way under your thighs, picking you up effortlessly before setting you down on that corner of the kitchen island.

His breaths taste like liquor and you’re addicted. His lips are soft, even, in a way that you know he takes good care of himself, but his kisses begin to get a bit more desperate. Teeth begin to clatter, he begins to nip, like the wind and like you’d get away otherwise, and maybe you will. The grip you have on his hair grows needier, like you’re begging.

He picks you up, and a small noise escapes from your lips that he swallows greedily. He’s waited so long, been so patient for so long.

Katsuki decides that he’s been a gentleman long enough. He slowly walks towards his bedroom, pushing the door open with his hip before he puts you on the bed with as much tenderness a starving man could have.

He doesn't hesitate in stripping you when he sees the same desire glinting in your eyes, the silk dress slips off like butter. Despite it being you two’s first time, you all but work together like a well-oiled machine, harmonised and synchronised. Somehow, he knows that your whine means you must want his shirt off as well. He’s generous in taking off his suit and dress pants, his belt leaves his waist with a clip before your hands take its place. You swear your mouth waters at his slim waistline, his eyes glimmer when he lays them on your breasts, spilling from behind your lingerie.

“I’ve waited so long for you, my love,” He whispers with his nose tucked beneath your jaw, you shudder when he licks a long and teasing stripe up to your ear, your nails scratch his shoulders in tandem, a silent plea for him to do something. He hears your prayers and begins to make his way towards your clothed heat, you’re embarrassed as he looks at you directly when he kisses your clit. His fingers go up to your hips before sliding your panties off at a terrifically slow pace.

Bakugou thinks he’s in nirvana when he sees your wetness clinging to the fabric, his eyes are far rolled back into his skull, he suddenly thinks he’s a man dying of thirst. The way your core glistens under the soft moonlight shining through from his windows makes him weak in the knees, “Please, Kats, I don’t need prep, I just need you,”

He smiles when he hears you before complying. Even in your haze, you can still clearly recognise the wet spot on his underwear, his boxers seem uncomfortably tight, but you’re not in a much better state, when his cologne drowns you in his bed, you think you’re in limbo.

Katsuki’s body must be shaped by the Greek sculptors, you think. His abdominal muscles are nothing short of a breathtaking sight, he chuckles when he hears your sharp intake of breath. The way his fingers slip into your wet cunt earns you a place in hell, but you feel like you’re in heaven when you see him wrap his digits, coated with you, around his cock, pumping up and down until his pink tip is leaking and waiting. He’s out of breath before you even begin.

“Fuck, baby, you ready? ‘Cause I can’t wait anymore,” Your nods are overzealous, but his chuckles are cut short when his tip slowly pushes past your hole and into your pussy, he’ll die happy now, he thinks, you’re nothing short of perfection.

Your moans are sacrilegious when he sinks his entire length in, his arms are caging you in, and you’re forced to look at him, dazed and eyes lidded. It’s not long before he starts moving, and then your hands are gripping the sheets, he gets up close and personal, so he can listen to your moans right at his ear while he sucks a bruising hickey onto your neck, so that no doubt you’ll be his by the end of tonight. His pace is set fast, but it becomes erratic soon enough, “Kats–! Hnng, fuck! Baby I need you so bad, give it to me, oh god!” He grimaces once, his fingers intertwined with yours before bringing them above your head, “Don’t beg god for mercy, he won’t save you now, beg for me, scream my name instead baby,” he grins, swallowing all of your sobs of his name possessively.

His hips snap towards yours faster and faster and you swear he's reached an undiscovered spot when he brings your legs atop his shoulders, his grunts grow in volume, he begs for you now, and you’ve never felt more powerful having Dynamight appeal for your love and mercy. “Oh, oh, love, you want me to fill you up? Pump you full with my cum, you want it, don’t you?” The grip he has on your hips is brutal and you’re sure they’ll leave a mark but you can’t be happier, you scream “Yes! Yes! Yes!” and by your third promise he’s already painting your warm walls white, he doesn’t stop for your sake, his fingers go around your clit in small but fast circles, and you’re quickly thrown over the cusp and left twitching as his cum is pushed into the deepest crevices in you before he collapses on top of you, panting, sweaty, and sweet.

Your eyelids become heavy, threatening to close when he pulls you close to his chest, the familiar aroma of his nitroglycerin sweat mixed with his shower gels flooding your nostrils brings you comfort; you grip onto his pillow case, you’ll pretend to fall asleep, anything to keep your tears in, and dare they ever fall over your cheeks, you’ll face into the soft cushion and inhale what you can now call home.

A leap of faith, they call it, a dive into the uncertainty of what Katsuki will bring to you.

“Eyebrows? We need to take a shower,” He whispers while cradling your head in his calloused palms, voice soft and gentle, you don’t want to open your eyes, wishing they’ll remain shut for as long as he allows, “come on, we’ll sleep afterwards,” but with a promise that you two can spend the remainder of what is left until dawn together, when the two of you will have to suffer the violating scrutiny of the public eye once more, you follow him to the bathroom, to the edge of the Earth if he asks, because it won’t be everyday that you get to preserve this kind of unbreached privacy, the kind of seclusion spent with you tangled in his limbs and tucked beneath his sheets, safe and sound, away from the rest of the world.

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everlastingspring143 · 1 year ago

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Pairing: Lee Know x reader Genre: angst/comfort A/n: THIS IS SAUR EMBARASSING TO POST WAAHH (>///<) But I hope that if you do decide to read it, you'll enjoy it. I'm trying to improve my writing skills, so feedback would be greatly appreciated hehe~

The cool summer night breeze messes up your hair, playfully teasing you, but you can't find it in yourself to care. You're lost in your thoughts, feet wandering on their own with no destination.

The streets are quiet. It's no surprise - most people are asleep by now. 2AM is not the time to be wandering around the sleeping neighborhood, with dangers lurking at every corner.

But falling asleep seemed impossible - your thoughts were too loud - keeping you tossing and turning, not letting your body to get some much needed rest. Your room became suffocating. So you decided to take a walk outside. Maybe the thoughts will take up a physical form and stay in your house, like a lost ring or key.

But you can't run away from your own mind. As much as you try to calm the chaos happening inside you, it only seems to get worse. You need to cry, but not a single tear forms. It's like you've lost the ability to cry - an action that's so simple, yet seems impossible to do.

It's strange. Babies are born crying, that's the first thing they do when they enter this world. So why can't you? Crying is a part of being human. Does that mean you're broken?

You pull out your phone, taking a picture of the shimmering stars in the sky. Your finger hovers over the send button before you press it. Maybe a distraction will help...

Three dots pop up not even a minute later.

"What are you doing up so late? Where are you?" Not the message you expected.

"I just went out on a walk, I'm near the ice cream shop. But aren't the stars so beautiful tonight? ^ ^" Your fingers type fast. The phone battery shows 3%. You curse under your breath.

"Of course they're beautiful, but you shouldn't be out so late. It's not safe" A sigh leaves your lips.

Your phone dies right when you were typing out a response. A sardonic laugh escapes your lips at the ironic situation. It seems like the world itself wants to make you drown in your own mind.

You walk up to the ice cream shop. It's abandoned now. Three years ago a tragedy happened to it's owner and the shop had to be closed. What was once a place filled with joyful laughter of kids and the heartwarming presence of people is now just an empty building with broken windows.

You sit down on the pavement, pressing your back to the cold exterior wall of the building. Isn't it funny how a building resembles you so much? What once was such a happy child, turned out to be an empty broken adult. Where did it all go wrong?

It's getting cold. Your thin T-shirt does little to warm you up. You close your eyes, giving in to the darkness of your mind.

"Y/N!" A loud voice startles you, but before you can register it's owner, a sudden warmth envelops you. "You idiot! Why didn't you answer my messages?! I was worried!!"

Wrapping his arms around you is none other than Minho. His hair is a mess and he's out of breath.

He stiffens up a bit and pulls away from the embrace to look at you. Something shifts in his gaze. You notice his eyes glisten like the stars.

"Is... Is everything okay?" His voice becomes soft and quiet, a soothing whisper like the warm summer breeze. He treats you like a fragile vase. Unfortunately for him, you are already broken. The tears that spill out at his simple question prove you right.

You clutch onto Minho, his hoodie catching your tears. You feel his hands gently rubbing your back as he lets you cry.

"Shh... Everything's going to be alright. I'm here for you..." His hushed whispering feels like a band aid to your bruised heart.

And then you hear it. The beating of Minho's heart. It's consistent.

You sniffle as his hand gently pats your head.

In the silence that surrounds you, another sound reaches your ears - your own heart's steady rhythm, echoing in sync with Minho's.

Your heart is beating, and a sudden realisation dawns on you.

You're not broken. You may be tired, or bruised, hurt, lost... But you're not broken.

You're alive.

#stray kids x reader #skz x reader #stray kids #stray kids fluff #han jisung x reader #han jisung #skz #han jisung skz #hurt/comfort #skz angst #skz scenarios #skz imagines #stray kids angst #comfort

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glytchedmuffins · 3 months ago

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3.2 prediction stuff

Okay, so, I wanna lay down what I think are the event of 3.2 gonna be based on the trailer and previous info.

Apologies in advance since this is me rambling and I do not have the patience to reread it all again do it may not be coherent.

Gonna put it down there because it's gonna get long and so people can avoid it if they wanna go in blind just in case I am right.

So clearly, we have two main storylines:

The Death storyline, and the Reason storyline, which will be happening at the same time.

The overall duration for them seems to be 15 days/dawns since that's Anaxagoras' deadline (hah), and things will no doubt be resolved on the final day and not before.

The Death storyline will no doubt include Castorice and the Trailblazer, and the Reason storyline will include Anaxagoras, most likely Aglaea and... Dan Heng, I'll get to him in a minute.

Now, the Death storyline seems to start with the TB attempting the trial of Time, where everything goes wrong.

Whatever happens, they seem to be dying now, in one way or another, and the only solution seems to be related to Thanatos, which is handy since Castorice wants their Coreflame.

That leads the two of them to go to Styxia, which begs two questions: why there? And why only them?

We know Castorice has been looking for Thanatos for a while, so wouldn't she have checked out such an obvious place that's connected to them? So why things be different now?

I think she was actually never there before because its whereabouts were a mystery to all, similar to the Titan, but it has been recently found.

By who? Well, I think Cipher. We see her taking to Castorice and the TB, and we know she has been out and about for a while now, so it's possible she found it.

After all, who better to find something hidden then the demigod of Trickery?

So that's answers why there, but why is it only those two? Where are Dan Heng and even Phainon? There is absolutely no way Dan Heng would not want to get involved if it involved the Trailblazer's life, so what gives?

Well, I think it's because anyone who enters there will immediately die or something, it is related to Death after all, with Castorice, who has a connection to them, and the TB, who is dying+has show immunity to the touch of Death.

So poor Dragon Boy is being benched, again, but dw I am sure he won't be bored.

What happens there is kind of a mystery, all we know is that we will meet and fight Pollux (I am certain everyone has noticed the Castor and Pollux connections) which leads to Castorice getting her dragon and saving the TB.

Whatever happens, they probably get back after the 15 days have passed meaning they missed the whole drama that happened in Okhema.

Which leads me to the 2nd Storyline: Reason.

So. Anaxagoras is dying. He actually died in the Grove but thanks to Cerces he is in a limbo type stasis.

Unfortunately, he is still a mortal and while the Coreflame is the reason he is alive rn, it's also burning him real fast to the point he has 15 days to pass Cerces' trial and become a demigod.

What is her trial? Solve the question "What are we?" Very fitting for Reason.

More unfortunately, the Council of Elders have been plotting and have forced a new essembly to accour where the citizen will vote whether or not to continue the Flame Chase Journey, and have dragged Anaxagoras into it.

The trailer seemed to imply he is working with the Elders, but I highly doubt that.

Man may not agree with the journey, but that doesn't mean he likes the Elders more, so he is most likely off doing his own thing before deciding to deal with them.

We again lack details on what he does in order to pass his trial, but I genuinely believe he at one point will ask Dan Heng questions, because knowledge from beyond the sky might just be the missing link.

In the Trailer we also see Anaxagoras at the Vortex, falling to his knees and trying to pull something, most likely the Coreflame, out of his chest.

That's probably right at the end of the deadline, and so he is at the Vortex, on the verge of collapse, trying to getvthe Coreflame out and put it in so he can do the trial of Reason proper.

With that done, it's time for the essembly, and things will most likely look real bleak for Aglaea and company, when who should arrive?

Anaxagoras, now as most likely the Demigod of Reason, would probably show up, put up a whole ass performance and present what answers he found before casting his vote, all very dramatically.

I am kind of imagining a very Aventurine type situation with him: he has a deadline for finding out a certain truth, we learn his tragic backstory and people cry, he puts on a grand and dangerous performance all to prove something, nearly dying in the process.

His vote? Well, it doesn't matter because it will no doubt piss off both Aglaea and the Council of Elder, who probably believed Anaxagoras was on their side till that point.

We have also been told that the stuff from Mydei and Tribios' storylines would also have some effect, probably some Domino thing that crashes into the whole essembly.

I also, though no real evidence, think the world beyond the skies will be dragged into the debate, which would force poor Dan Heng into it as well.

Maybe Anaxagoras will spill the beans about his status as from beyond the sky or something.

Good thing it's looking like Aquila will be next to go down because otherwise things will get very bad very quickly.

Tl;dr TB almost dies, Castorice has to help them because no one else can, Anaxagoras pulls an Aventurine, and poor Dan Heng is stuck in the middle.

#honkai star rail #hsr #anaxa #castorice #the trailblazer #dan heng #hsr 3.2 speculations

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babbletaels · 1 year ago

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After playing sky for a while and not going through the elder cutscenes since the first time, I decided to do just that. I had such a powerful experience my first time in eden that I didn't want to let that experience go, I based my theories around it even. Right. I thought I was meeting myself, offering myself forgiveness for not being able to save everyone, forgiving myself and being forgiven all at the same time. But I have some more lore heavy ideas and theories now. Though I still don't know everything there is to know, so take it with a grain of salt.

I watched the Vault elders cutscene last, of course, and I realized that I had completely forgotten this one after all this time. Maybe you have too, so let's go through it a little.

You get to see all the elders constellations light up with more detail, then they all gather and bow to you to thank you, then you're shown.. A constellation that looks like a crown.

All the realms have constellations: this must be edens constellation of course. A crown. A king?

A king in a castle, what else could it be? I don't know what orb he is holding. When I saw this, it went really fast by and I got the feeling that by his expression the king is distraught, stuck in his castle, and immediately after you're teleported into the room that leads you to eden. All the elders showing up, bowing to you, showing you a distraught king in a castle and then taking you to the gate to eden, it seems clear to me that they're sending us on a mission: You saved us, despite what we did, please save him too.

So the next time I went to eden I would keep this in mind, I'm going there to find and save the king. But I've been to eden many times, I already know that I'll never meet the king, even if I save every single statue I won't save the king, because I never have saved him any of the other times.

I go to eden to fail my mission once again.

But with the king who I'll never meet in mind, things seem different. This time in eden I just so happen, maybe it was a glitch, to make it to the very last petrified friend with 18 winged light left. What do I do, just sit here and wait for death by falling rocks? I'm down to 10 winged light and I start crawling toward the giant crystal that never seems to get closer. Maybe.. What if I did make it there? Would I find him? But I didn't make it to the crystal, of course. I fall. I go through the painfully slow limping towards my winged light. I reach my savior.

And I stop for a moment to think. Why IS he sitting there, looking sad.. looking.. guilty? I reach my hand out and he takes it hesitantly. Of course maybe he is lonely but then wouldn't he be happy someone is here to get him? But it strikes me.

I'm not here to be saved from my doom, I'm not here in this room with a winged light who I need to revive myself. This light needs something from me. I help him up from the floor. He looks at me. I have the option to offer him a silent hug. I imagine if I had been here for the first time, what did I think this was? A hug of forgiveness to myself. Maybe I wasn't totally wrong after all. Because the light hesitates as I extend my arms to him, as if he's thinking

I don't deserve forgiveness

But I have already forgiven him. Does he know you don't need to think you deserve it for another person to forgive you? Because he accepts my embrace, and as he accepts being forgiven, he saves himself at the same time as he saves me. He's with me now, there's a crack where light streams in, and we fly out of the darkness together finally reaching the place beyond the crystal. His castle.

Idk.

Some people say the "winged light" in there is prince alef. I never understood why really. But I always for some reason believed the prince and the king to be the same person (obviously at different points in his life) so I kinda see it now.

(screenshots from sky wikis youtube channel because I wasn't fast enough to screenshot the actual cutscene)

#sky: cotl #sky children of the light #sky cotl #skyblr #sky: children of the light

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exodus-au · 4 months ago

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Exodus chapter 2 - Call me Sky

Sky, Chronos and Skipper have a few introductions...

“ey…” A voice, muffled through the air flowed into his ears.

“…Hello?” He felt like he was floating through the space between.

“… if you… hear…” Several voices in the background. As he drifted on the edge of consciousness. “Can you… show us…”

His body felt like it was in the water. His hands could feel thousands of small sensations, but he couldn’t move. He tried to move but he couldn’t move.

“response…” The voice again, he felt something grab his hand and squeeze it.

Who could that be? Had he crashed while in physiotherapy? Was that Pipit?

“p…” he forced air out, he had to figure out where he was. He couldn’t remember how… how…

“Shut up all of you!” That voice. A man's voice. He was near.

“P…” he forced air again. Trying to get their attention. It could only be pipit, he must have taken a fall or the connection to FI’s internal network must have been impacted somehow.

He tried to move, tried to feel the currents around him. But his nerves were subdued. His body was… floating… in something. He tried to open his eyes. His vision was consumed with a gentle shade of green.

“Hey… Hey take it easy, I’m a friend.” A voice, not familiar but. Kind. Warm. Though his eyes didn’t see the man he turned his head Towards it. “You're safe here. You’re going to be okay.”

He felt so tired. So… Tired…. But the voice was clearer now. It rumbled across his hearing gently.

“Don’t try to move, the crash was pretty nasty.”

Crash? So he had fallen. Then why was… why didn’t he…

“C…” He tried in vain to speak. Mind spinning. Must have been quite the crash.

“Don’t try to move, or talk.” A new voice spoke, this one held an aura of authority he was unfamiliar with. Could have been… Crimson wave. He sometimes came to observe his rehabilitation…. “We are here to help.”

“Can we get the filter off his eyes, he seems more coherent.”

“Not until he can show us he’s not paralysed.” Paralysed?! How bad was the crash? He never flew that fast, he couldn’t fly that fast anymore! “Once we have that we can move him from suspension to one of the beds.” Suspension? Is that what this was?

Is that why everything felt weird? Was he being put into Cryo again? This couldn’t be happening. This couldn’t be happening! He had to get out! I won't be frozen again!

“I think he heard you!”

“Heart rates are spiking!”

“Kid I need you to calm down! If you can still hear me!” The voice, the one that gripped his hand. Tightened around his. He tried to grip back. Forcing all of his energy into that hand. “Yes. I know I know. You're going to be okay. But you need to relax!”

“He needs… Get me….”

“Kid!”

Something Pierced his skin, he could feel something warm flood his arm and spread throughout his body. It crawled and spread until it reached his eyes. Forcing them down.

“Hey. Can you open your eyes again for me?” He felt a hand on his cheek, cradling it as it raised his head.

These were not his friends…

So who were they?

Fi…

“Fi? What does Fi mean?” The voice sounded the same one from before as his vision flickered in shades of green and blue. “Don’t close your eyes! Stay with me!”

Fi…

An eruption of energy surged through his mind as she flew into conscious thought. “Master.” Her voice filtered through his mind as awareness filtered back into him. “You were severely injured. You crash landed on a terrestrial planet in the Farore cluster.” She paused. “I detect no ill intentions from those caring for you.”

But… these people…

“Are the reason you are alive, I estimate a 3% probability that they will turn on you at this time. I don’t have enough data to make any further assessment as of now.” Her presence echoed through him as she continued to investigate. “I can attain that you’ve been in a fading state for almost seven solar cycles. Green appears to be a primary colour of your current caregivers. I will search my databases to find more information on these men.”

Thanks, Fi. Do you think its safe for me to wake up?

“I believe so Master Celestial sphere.”

He bit back the mention of his given name, now wasn’t the time. He needed to figure out where he was. Forcing his eyes open revealed a blue ceiling with cyan lights adorning it. And a group of men. The closest, a tall man with gentle blue eyes was clad in a sleeveless green shirt of some kind. Dark lines adorned the fabric in a checkerboard pattern as he moved. He was speaking to a taller man, clad in armour from head to toe, blue lights littered its surface as he held his hands behind his back.

The closer of the two, a farmer if he had to guess. Spotted him from across the room and walked over with relative speed. “He’s awake again.”

“Is he coherent?” The armoured man turned. His eyes scanned the skyloftian.

“Im going to find out, if you give me a second.” He turned. “Hi. I’m Chronos, can you hear me, friend?”

The skyloftian felt himself blink slowly, trying to articulate thoughts into words was more difficult than it had sounded. The man turned back. “Do skyloftians understand galactic common?” The man paused and turned, there wasn’t an audible response but he turned back. “We are gonna take care of you, alright?”

Chronos, he’d said his name was Chronos. Like a clock? He radiated calm, tall ears flicking behind him as he turned to the other man. Something about him screamed Skyloftian but. He couldn’t be. He didn’t have wings. Maybe he too was wingless?

The other man was tall. Almost twice his height tall. He held an air about him which seemed so intimidating. His ears were pinned to his head and stuck backwards. “Hey.” The tall man turned away. Before pulling a small container out from his belt and pulling out a small tube from it. Handing it to Chronos. “I know you must feel confused right now. But we don’t want to hurt you.”

“That’s Skipper, he’s harmless.” Chronos smiled. “We found you in your ship. Closer to death's door than I've seen someone in a long while.” He looked down at the tube that had been handed to him. “You must be thirsty, its been a while since you’ve had something to drink.” He placed the tube near the foot of the bed before standing.

“I’m going to help you sit up okay?” Tapping away at some controls near the foot of the bed he felt it shift beneath him. Gripping slightly as he felt it shift. “Don’t be scared, its just going to raise you into a sitting position.”

“Chronos, I’m going to make sure we are on track, I’m going to send a message to Athena, and see if she can get us an audience with the council.” Skipper smiled as he gave a small wave. “She’s definitely going to want to hear about this development in this little excursion.”

“You got it. I'll stay here.” The sound of footsteps fading echoed through the metal hallways. Chronos sat beside him again, now in a more upright position in the bed. He took the tube again and offered it to him, still sealed. “Here, its nutrient water. Help get your strength up.” Chronos handed him the small vial, as a shimmering liquid shone inside. He looked at it for a moment before lifting it up to the light.

Fi. Is it safe?

“Analysing…” She spoke with a small pause before continuing. “Yes master, this won't hurt you.”

What’s in it?

“It appears to be a mixture of dihydrogen monoxide as well as…”

Its water. It's mineral water. With no hidden poisons.

“Yes, master.”

“I understand if you don’t trust me yet.” Chronos looked away. “And it's alright if you can't speak. I wanted to let you know how we found you.”

He lifted the water to his lips, hesitantly drinking just a sip before lowering the tube. He didn’t really know what to make of this man. It was unusual for him to come across someone who he didn’t know. Skyloft was a tight-knit community. He knew everyone on his side of Bolt.

Chronos, to his credit shuffled his chair backward. Before standing, he moved across the room and grabbed a box from the opposing wall. “From what Skipper tells me, they were tracking your ship from the exit of your charge jump. Your ship sustained damage to one of the engines which is how you ended up here.” He moved towards him, sitting back in his chair before opening the box. “We got to your ship as soon as we could. Theres a bunch of damage to it but Skipper seems to know a guy. Skipper always knows a guy….” He pulled a piece of fabric from inside the box. A white cloth decorated with a blue bird. “We found you under some rubble. Your wings…”

He sat upright as he placed a hand to his back. Fear he turned around trying to get a better look at them but he couldn’t see them.

“Your wings were detached. But they seem mostly fine. We’ve got them in another room. Please try to relax. You’ve gone through a lot.”

Sky looked down at his hands. His eyes glanced across his torso as he traced the bandages with his hands.

“We found these in another room, they were badly burnt, especially this. but… we didn’t want to throw it without knowing what it was first.” He pulled a fabric from the box, the sailcloth that he’d been given…

Or what was left of it.

Burn scars littered its surface turning its once white surface to charred remains. The coloured surfaces across the fabric remained mostly intact.

Maybe he could save those…

He felt his body deflate as he carded the fabric through his fingers. The older man remained silent. Allowing him to hold the fabric close to his chest for a moment.

“I’m sorry. It looks like it meant a lot to you.” Sky glanced over to Chronos, his eyes tracing the man's face, trying to find any sort of malice in his features. He couldn’t find any, apart from the symbol that encased one of his eyes and the paint across his face—marks like that, those that seemed embedded into the skin.

Strange.

“Skipper will be back soon I’m sure.” Chronos looked to the door. “Then if you're feeling up to it. I can introduce you to my family. They’ve been quite eager to meet you. Hopefully, you’ll be feeling well enough to help us understand why you are on this side of the expanse. It’s been too long since we’ve seen Skyloftians here.”

What was that meant to mean?

He raised a hand to object. But Chronos placed a hand to his mouth. “Apologies, You might be a little young to know of the wars fought here.” He thought to himself, seemingly lost in thought for just a moment.

“Chronos, I got in contact with Athena… Ahh…” The door slid open and the Admiral entered the room, armour whirring as he looked down to the skyloftian. “It's good to see you lucid.” He smiled kindly towards him, before giving a little bow.

“Admiral Link of the 10th crystal core.” He walked over and extended a hand. A gesture of friendship extended… When it wasn’t taken, he pulled it back. Looked towards the skyloftian for a moment before turning to Chronos. “Has he spoken at all yet?”

“No,” Chronos said looking towards Skipper. “I’m not entirely sure if he understands me.”

“Skyloftians were able to adapt relatively quickly to our dialect when we first made contact with them in the war. According to Athena. But we are to give him some space. She wants to speak to you.”

“To me?”

“Yes. I’ll keep an eye on our friend here.”

Sky could feel the man’s gaze as he leant on the wall across the room.

“Master celestial sphere. The man ahead of you has a reputation across this side of the expanse. He will do what his superiors tell him too.”

So he’s one to watch

Yes, but he might be one to befriend. He may be our means to aiding Bolt.

Got it…

“I know the difference between one who doesn’t speak because they can't and one who doesn’t speak because they won't.” The admiral leant against the wall, pulling a piece of his scarf into his fingers. “I don’t know what to think of you skyloftian.”

So they did know…

“You turn up in a blaze of fire, crash land. We find out you're wingless, so might not actually be skyloftian or they’ve advanced so much further than we had first thought.” The man stood from the wall and approached. “So If you want me to trust you, I need to know some things.”

“I am hesitant to allow sensitive information to slip at this stage, master.”

I know….

“Now I know you’ve not spoken yet. And I’d be the first to say I wouldn’t trust two strangers who just started asking me questions off the bat.” He paused. Stopping at the foot of the bed to look at him. His eyes pierced into him as he could see through him. The longer he looked, the more uncomfortable he became. As he crouched back into the bed.

“You're not scaring him, are you Skipper?” Chronos smiled as he entered the room again. “Oh come on, you're more intimidating than you think you are, take a step back.”

“Did Athena want anything specific?”

“Yes, but it's for me to know.” Chronos looked towards the skyloftian before his eyes turned to the door. “She did say that, according to her expert, skyloftians don’t have names as such. More Titles. They apparently shortened the titles in the war to make it easier for us?”

“You’re a skyloftian there’s no doupt about that.” The admiral looked to the window of the ship with a smile. “But we’ve detected something different about you.”

“He might be aware of my presence, master. Take caution.”

I will be.

Then the whole, these guys saved my life thing should be there.

“Hey? You with us?” Chronos looked to him sadly. He nodded his head, placing a hand to his other, cradling them in his lap.

“We wanted to know if you had something we could call you?”

“Do you have a Title?” Skipper asked, his eyes a little more gentle as he looked to Chronos to continue the conversation. He looked on intently, rubbing a forefinger across his thumb in a small circle.

He nodded slowly.

“I would refrain from giving them your full title at this time.”

I know…

“How did you want us to address you? I don’t think calling you Kid the whole time is good for either of us.”

He got to choose how he was addressed.

How novel…

After a long silence, he looked down, cradling the water in his hands.

“Sky…” He looked up. Eyes locked with Chronos.

“Call me Sky.”

#exodus au #links meet au #loz au #exodus sky #exodus skipper #exodus Chronos #loz #the legend of zelda #legend of zelda #tloz #exodus au main story

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seiiblue · 2 years ago

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The mechanism of fear.

Gender Neutral!Reader x Jouno Saigiku (Bungo Stray Dogs)

Warnings: Mentions of stalking and paranoia, mentions of blood and injuries, mentions of a dark, eldrich creature tormenting humans(? I did not beta read this, I'm sorry if there are any mistakes. This is probably not a relationship or romantic oriented fic... I'm not sure how to make those lol

Word count: 1600

A/N: So I did this, taking inspiration on one of my favorite books (The mechanism of Fear by Norma Lazo), which you should definitely read if you liked this! (ew)

Maybe you were a bit too cruel.

Looking around the empty alleyway, the burglar hurried to hide in the shadows, away from the faint light of the street lamps.

It had been raining a lot lately, making the bricks on the floor slippery, yet he hurried, trying to make no sound while stepping on the puddles left behind by the dark clouds.

- It will rain again soon - He thought with annoyance, thinking on the leaks of the place he called home. He wanted to fix them, to give the ones he called family a better life, out of crime and out of the streets. The opportunity he never had.

That's why he had just stolen an ancient device said to open a tomb, somewhere in the heart of the jungle in a faraway country, he does not care what treasures it hides, nor what magical tool for world domination lies within.

He only cares for the juicy reward that Fitzgerald guy offered for it.

It was no sweat, really. His ability made it easy to move like a ghost, and given the device was just at plain sight on a museum... he could just take it like a souvenir. No alarm was activated, and no guard had noticed the theft. Everything was silent, except he could hear a faint ticking. He discarded it as something he was imagining.

However, he was walking fast, feeling watched, no, he felt stalked by someone? something?

- This is just paranoia - He thought, trying to catch his breath, annoyed at himself.

The next step he took right outside the alley was in complete shadows, thinking this was the end of the feeling, seeking comfort on the shadows. He quickly discovered it was not. A feeling of a hand, more like a claw, had taken his ankle, pulling him into the dark.

He tried not to scream and kicked at the shadows, to no avail, since there was nothing there he could kick. He scrambled around, and the invisible hand let him go.

- What the ... - He whispered to himself before getting up and running in the opposite direction.

However, there's no way to run from the shadows at night, for even the street lamps seemed dull, as if weakened by something. The street was completely alone, not a soul walking at this ungodly hour, increasing the feeling of loneliness, but something feels odd.

What seemed like a product of imagination at first quickly turned into reality, hearing something akin to a beast huff, walk, and laugh from the shadows. And a faint ticking, somewhere in the distance.

The man made too many turns, too many jumps and tricks, trying to lose his pursuer, that stalker that seemed to rejoice on his anguish.

However, paranoia grew and grew, turning into a monstrous fear, into panic. He knew whatever was there, there was no hiding from it. He stood below a streetlamp, waiting for a sound, looking for an escape.

- You seem as lost as a deer, just before being trapped by the wolves. - A voice said, coming right in front of him. However, he could not see anyone, fearing he was going insane. He looked around. Was someone like him, with an ability to dissappear following him? The noise of ticking turned into that of a machine running heavily, like waking from its slumber.

- When that light turns off, do you know what will happen? - The voice continued, sounding casual, like waiting for the tea to be served.

-What are you?! - The man started falling prey to the fear. The dark sky seemed to have lost all it's stars and the moon was nowhere to be found. Moreover, darkness looked like a pool just in front of him, it seemed tangible even, the only shield keeping it out was the light of the post. The ticking went faster, the machine sound too.

He looked above him, to see the light faltering and dimming, centimetre by centrimetre, being won over by the darkness of the late night, and just past the last bit of visible street where the faint light reached, he could recognize the silhouette of claws, sharp, black claws, circling that very same lamp he was using as protection.

Trapped. Another wave of fear came, making his breathing shake, the sound of the machine even closer now, making him panic further. He tried using his ability as a desperate mean to escape but even while being invisible, when he got close to the darkness past the light of the little lamp, he came face to face with a creature that resemble that of an unspeakable fear, only appearing on the primal nightmares everyone has as a child, when they fear the dark, when the wake up screaming in cold sweat looking for a source of light. Long open maw with deathly fangs and glowing eyes full of malice, full of hunger.

- Even one like you should know, no matter how hard you try to hide from the dark, dark itself lives in every corner, in the very place that you use as a shield. - Voice continued, the light dimming faster. He was close to tears, fearing for his life. - Not even a ghost can escape the dark -

- Please! just let me go, you can have the reward - He implored, throwing the device to the floor, just infront of the dark, that seemed as real and tangible as a black ocean infront of him.

Reward? - The voice inquired curiously - The only reward I crave is that of the screams and agony you will muster in your last moments of life. - The claw of the nightmarish creature reached from the ground, taking the device and dissappearing it below the ground. - I don't need no reward from a foolish human. - The voice spat with venom, chuckling at the desperation on his voice, the machinery sound was unbearably loud, the ticking going haywire.

His eyes widened, fearing the worst, as the light circle was no more bright than a candle just about to fade. The man fell to his knees, begging for mercy straight up screaming - Please! I'll do anything! Don't harm me! - As the light faded, the details of the shadow became clearer and closer.

- Too late, your soul is mine - The creature smiled widely and leaped forward, the street light went completely out, and the horrifying scream was cut short.

The ticking and the machine fully stopped, and a bell similar to the church's sounded right after.

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The sunlight started to leak through the clouds, early morning, and yet you had no rest. The street was damp, the city still shaking up from its slumber. Looking towards the sky filled with clouds, yet the sun came through them. The frisk air blowed around your black coat. You took a sip of coffee as you watched the police set up a crime scene investigation.

Don't you think you were a bit too cruel? - A male voice came from behind you. Coming to a stop right next to you, watching the crime scene out of any horror movie and beyond, yet the victim, the burglar, was alive... completely out of his senses and with some bite marks, but alive.

It's real! It's real! It's coming for me! It will chase me forever! - He said over and over again like a prayer, directed to no one in specific with a lost look on his face. The paramedics carried him handcuffed into a patrol car.

He will live the rest of his life on a psychiatric ward, I think. Probably won't remember his family ever again - The man beside you sighed, never losing his smile - This is why I think you're cruel. -

Oh! common Jouno! I was asked to retrieve the thing, and you know how I work - You replied, annoyed. - If they wanted him complete or... sane, maybe I'm not the person to contact. - You took a sip of coffee.

- You're right - Jouno replied, opening his hand in between you and him. - If they don't want traumatized criminals, we aren't the ones to call -

You looked at his hand and reached inside your coat. You checked the antique figure, just a bit droplets of blood here and there. -Oh, but at this point, you just do it for fun, I know how you are. - You cleaned it up a bit with your coat before putting the device on his hand.

- I need to do it. That's how my ability works, I need to keep it going, or it won't work anymore. - You said plainly. It was a fact you had accepted.

-Hm, I know. You have an important job, feeding the darkness of the world. - Jouno said, waiting for the investigation team to come back with the documentation he needed to finish this whole case. - However, you almost did leave him with no ounce of sanity. I could sense it... nothing more left inside him, just a casket of pure fear, in other words, a treat for your entertainment. -

- Heh, maybe I went a bit overboard, I know. I was a bit annoyed and got carried away. - You giggled, looking at the faint smile on the man's face. - Yeah... you're right, I am too cruel. -

You felt similar disdain to your ability as you did when you first discovered its nature; the mechanism of fear: an ability that became stronger, the more fear the target felt, fear was the fuel of the mechanism and the faster it turned, it gave you power to control and hide in shadows, dim light and ultimately to turn into one of those things that hid on the mirror.

One of the kin who craved the fear and feed from the mechanism moving, keeping them on their side of the mirror. Were you one of them? Were you human? You still couldn't answer that yourself.

- You shouldn't pity yourself - Jouno interrupted your thoughts once again as he received the missing documents from another officer. - You should understand that we are the same -

You looked at him curiously. He smiled at you as he turned to leave. - We both are the necessary evil that keeps this country safe. -

#jouno x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #jouno saigiku #bungo stray dogs #jouno saigiku x reader #bsd fanfic #bsd jouno

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surevera · 5 months ago

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i. robert a. heinlein // ii. "song: go and catch a falling star" - john donne // iii. lincoln in the bardo - george saunders

( natasha lyonne/xenomorph, unknown ("100"), cis woman/agender, she/her / it/its ) — Look who it is! If you take a look at our database, you’ll find that VERA BERENSON is a CHEMIST that works in SECTOR 5. According to the file, they’re a "mutant" with the power of ALIEN PHYSIOLOGY. That must be why they’re OBJECTIVE and TACTLESS. If you ask me, they remind me of a glow in the skin and eyes, a missing puzzle piece, looking to a home in the night sky. They are affiliated with THE DAMNED.

QUICK FACTS:

full name: vera berenson

date of birth: unknown (arbitrarily assigned august 10th)

zodiac big three: unknown (arbitrarily assigned aries sun. does not consider the rest)

gender & pronouns: ('human' form) cis woman & she/her // (actual form) agender & it/its

sexual + romantic orientation: bisexual + biromantic

ethnicity: hm. well. natasha lyonne is ashkenazi jewish. but vera is literally an alien. so just. do with that what you will.

nationality: an alien. (would probably be considered usamerican)

religion: atheist

languages spoken: english (5), abilities grant her conversational access (3-4) to any language. nice!

enneagram: 8w7

mbti: estj

temperament: sanguine-choleric

alignment: true neutral

ability: 'alien physiology'

affiliation: the damned

task: mutation breakdown

BACKSTORY

triggers: idk i'd say there isn't really anything in here that could trigger humans lfahslkdajnd

Vera could not tell you what her life was like before the meteor struck. By all accounts, she was literally birthed from it -- crawled out, in her true form, fully grown and capable.

Maybe there will come a day that she remembers where, exactly, she came from. Maybe there will come a day that she remembers that planet, far away as it is, and the exile following the decision to betray her people in favor of peace. Maybe there will come a day that she remembers it all, wiped from her memory the second the meteor entered Earth's atmosphere. Maybe. But as far as she knew it, she was not there... and then she was. A sense of longing for the stars, but why? Maybe she'll know one day. Maybe.

As it stood, she may as well have been Patient Zero of the 'virus' that the meteors, many caught in the orbit, created.

-> As such, when it (Vera, true form) was first discovered, their cure did not work. It was not as bloodthirsty as some who had been infected, who had not been born that way (omg Lady Gaga?), but it was still holding its ground with far more natural weaponry than any scientist had.

Fast forward a few weeks, the alien (referred to as 'the hunter') finally growing exhausted of fighting artillery off by itself, and a group managed to capture it. Area 51 no longer existed, but they were making do!

They brought it to Area 51 lite -- still plenty of artillery and security measures and etc etc etc -- and began their poking and prodding. It fought as much as it could, thrashed as much as it could, but ultimately it was to no avail. In addition to the physical tests, they gave it cocktails of drugs to see how its body responded... and it sometimes wondered if they were even trying to find 'the cure' for it or if they just wanted to see what would happen if they put unknown chemicals into its body!

Just when they believed they had tried everything, exhausted every option, and had no torture experimentation left in them... one last ditch effort seemed to work. It turned the hunter into something resembling a woman. She looked like a woman, she sounded like a woman, but she glowed. Literally, not metaphorically. She was not happy enough to glow.

Well... time to go try out the same things on an alien who now looked like a woman!

Finally 'finished,' they decided they would release her into the wild -- but not before putting a number of tracking chips beneath its flesh. Its flesh was armor, more or less -- far more difficult to pierce.

Well, suffice it to say, Earth was a strange new planet! And we're not gonna talk about how the hell Area 51 lite was in what was once New York, we're just gonna pretend that that's realistic solely so Vera can still have Natasha's voice... too signature, and too perfect, to not have that voice. Anyway-

When you're an alien, you don't really understand many things! You try to socialize, you really do, and you try to figure out how... currency works... but things are difficult, man! And what are these 'bones' everyone keeps talking about? What is this 'blood' they speak of?

But, more than having a difficult time with the whole 'is an alien among humans' thing, Vera was having a difficult time with the knowledge that Area 51 lite still had their eyes on her. The more of a life she managed to get, the worse the idea that they were still watching her was.

Maybe it was a bad idea, she couldn't tell you, but it had gotten to the point where she just... could not live knowing that! Could not live knowing that they could come find her at any time! So on and so forth! So...

It went into an alley and it performed surgery on its own damn self. Did it hurt? Oh, like hell! It was literally stabbing at armor! Were there way too many tracking chips to feel like it was gonna be able to survive taking them all out? Oh, 110% Did the whole 'acid blood' thing make it all 1000x worse? Yes, absolutely! But would it say that it was worth it?

Inevitably, it collapsed. Be it from blood loss or pain, but what a miracle that it was after it had managed to get all of the tracking chips out! It easily could have died! But it was found in time by the leader of this... cult. Santiago was his name, mutant supremacy was his game.

Although 'being in debt' was never an idea it was fond of, it was absolutely in debt to Santiago. Without hesitation, you best bet it joined The Damned! Sure, maybe it wasn't technically a mutant, but it was close enough... and, man, fuck them humans!

On the topic of 'fuck them humans,' with Area 51 lite now unable to track her... she was somehow even more apprehensive! If they did find her, they'd be pissed!

From what she understood, the main chapter -- the hub -- of The Damned was in what was once known as 'Australia' -- quite some miles away, but it was able to make the journey without too many problems.

Despite its natural gift for the sciences, it began as a test subject (namely because it was not, technically, a mutant). Oh boy, there certainly was some apprehension to that! Not again! -- But they were actually humane!? Wow!

About a year in, it had done enough to graduate into what it should have been all along -- a chemist. May hates herself for this, please never ask her any chemistry questions.

But... chemistry can be used for many different things... in addition to all of the concoctions and studies that Sol City demands, oh, Vera sure is brewing up some of her own! Be it for The Damned or for entertainment purposes or for some money on the side? She's cooking! (Quite literally!)

TIMELINE

SOMETIME BEFORE 2075: Vera (or, in true form, "The Hunter") came to being on a planet far, far away. I haven't figured out enough about this part to decide what, exactly, it was that it did to betray its people, but it betrayed its people in the name of peace <3 and they were like 'fuck you, we're sending you down to Earth, Clark Kent style'

2075: It does not remember any of that. All it knows is that it has crashed into a planet and has crawled out of a meteor, fully formed and fully cognizant (is that the word I'm looking for?), and that people around it are freaking out!

2125: Because of its relation to 'the virus,' it is not able to be cured the same way those who were infected were able to be. It's also not quite as bloodthirsty or mindless, only becoming violent when under attack. This, of course, frustrates the scientists who came up with the cure. After many weeks of fighting it, the hunter becomes exhausted and they manage to nab it and take it to the closest thing to Area 51 that they could get!

2125-2130: It spend years being poked and prodded. It was initially under the impression that they were trying to 'cure' it -- which, while not okay!, at least made sense -- but it began questioning that when they just! kept having fun! Sure, its anatomy was different from humans and mutants alike, but :\ that's still mean :\ leave the hunter alone!!!! They were about to throw in the towel and just leave it alone for the rest of its life when one last ditch effort succeeded! Suddenly, the alien... uh... looked kind of like a woman? But this woman-adjacent figure needed some dissecting, ya know? When they were finally pleased, they put tracking chips under its skin -- its skin being more akin to armor than anything else -- and released her into the wild.

2131-2133: It did not understand what was going on! But it tried its best! And it worked a lot better when it took on the human-adjacent form. She had some difficulty gaining a semblance of a life, but... ultimately... the. more time she spent around humans, the more she understood, and the more she was able to charm! But the more of a life she had, the more she hated those tracking chips. They could come and destroy it at any second! It crawled into an alley one night and just PAINFULLY removed ALL of its tracking chips. Whether pain or blood loss, it went unconscious... but! huzzah! was found and saved by Santiago, leader of some 'cult' called The Damned. Despite not technically being a mutant, she agreed with the sentiment. So, ya know, between that and literally owing her life to Santiago, she joined!

2134: Okay, she did not like the possibility that Area 51 lite could still come find her -- it would be way harder, but they would be so mad :\ which would make it even worse :\ And she also just needed a change of pace! From what she understood, the headquarters of The Damned were in the country previously known as Australia, so it began a long trek over there!

2135: It reached Sol City with, thanks to the armor, minimal problems. Its first career was a research subject -- very apprehensive at first, but... wow, their methods of research were actually pretty humane!

2136: She was moved to being a chemist! Yeehaw! Also concocts some things on her own time <3 The FDA would not approve <3 Thanks for the lab, Adonis <3

HEADCANONS

Again, I'm still trying to come up with the Full Lore behind its space life, but </3 it was so lovely before it was brought to Area 51 lite </3 exiled just because it wanted peace </3 Area 51 lite really broke it </3

Since her anatomy does not even closely resemble a human's, there's no need to worry about smoking! So she does it all the time! (And obviously has to share her FC's voice because... how do you use Natasha Lyonne but ignore her iconic voice?)

I mention this in the task, but if it stays in its human form for more than one day, things... get weird. Think Janet from The Good Place when she was lying.

More to come!

CONNECTION IDEAS

First (unique) thing that sprang to mind was someone she literally deals to! Fuck The Jaguars, she's here to specialize in making fun new drugs that work for species of all kinds! Alien Walter White!

People she's working on 'medications' for <3 (she and Adonis are kinda co-conspirators so... if you want it to be shady... it can be shady!)

All the usuals! Buddies, sector buddies/neighbors, fuckbuddies (aliens fuck!), buddies in The Damned, buddemies, etc etc etc.

#FINALLY UP.#wish i werent currently too lazy to go grab some xenomorph gifs and resize them but </3 i am </3 #george saunders i love yew

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twilightmalachite · 2 years ago

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Machina - Dues ex... 4

Author: Kino Seitaro (with Akira)

Characters: Shu, Sora, Mika, Makoto

Translator: Mika Enstars

"Works of art have a value immeasurable in terms of capital value."

[Read on my blog for the best viewing experience with Oi~ssu ♪]

Season: Winter

Location: Sky Garden (SSVRS)

It is now present. In the plaza within the Test World…

Shu: Kagehira. Even if I cannot convince you…

It must be destroyed. And everything else in this world.

No matter how absurd this end by Dues Ex Machina may be…

I don’t want you to choose the wrong path, okay, Kagehira?

Mika: Jus’ what is happening!?

All I did was make my art! I wanted t’please ya, so I made all sorts of things too, y’know!

So why’s it yer talkin’ about destroyin’ the Test World?

Sora: HaHa~, Sora will explain it, then!

Makoto: Oh, Harukawa-kun’s here too, huh. So what on earth’s going on here…?

Sora: Yes, Sora will explain that too! It’s not good to get angry before any explanations~!

This is the mechanical god, the raid boss of Test World!

It is a calamity within the world that everyone here in the Test World will aim to defeat…

But in other words, it exists to reset the events within the Test World, where things have gone out of control~! ♪

Mika: A reset…?

Sora: Yes! Thanks to Mika-chan-san’s digital art, the value of VL$ has skyrocketed!

And thanks to that, the problems behind Test World—behind its cryptocurrency have shown itself~!

The VL$ is an immature currency that had been intended to gradually grow at the same speed as the Test World gradual development.

But with Mika-chan-san’s influence, the speed of this process had become very fast. It seems there was a large influx of funds not only from Japan, but from overseas as well.

As a result, now as Mika-chan-san’s works go up, the VL$ goes up too… It has created what we call a “bubble”~!

Makoto: A bubble, huh…

I see. You’re right, Harukawa-kun, the VL$ is at a dangerous level right now.

If the bubble continues as it is, it’ll eventually reach a point where it loses its balance with real-world money. It’s evident that it’ll eventually burst and fall bankrupt, won’t it?

Mika: ? ?

Nnah~, I don’t got a clue what’s bein’ discussed here, but…

Oshi-san, does that mean that ya approve of my work after all? Or do ya really think it’s not art?

I’d gotten real attached to the Test World, so it’s a pity that it’s gonna be reset, but…

This and that are two different matters. I just wanted t’hear your thoughts about my work, Oshi-san.

I haven’t been able t’hear that yet. If you don’t approve of it, that’s fine, as long as ya have a reason.

Shu: Just when did I say I didn’t approve of digital art?

Mika: Huh?

No no, but Oshi-san, Oshi-san, you asked me… Why I made such a thing, didn’t you?

I really thought ya didn’t like digital art, Oshi-san.

Shu: What I had meant to say, Kagehira, was that you should not entrust the value of your art to something as unreliable as cryptocurrency.

It is negligence on behalf of the artist to surrender so easily to market principles.

One of my acquaintances back in Paris utilized cryptocurrency as an easy way to make money…

In the end, they got caught up in a crash, and they had sold their art for essentially nothing.

You need to really think things over if your behavior is really the right thing to do as an artist!

Mika: ……

Shu: Works of art have a value immeasurable in terms of capital value.

In order to determine it, we have good art dealers, good galleries, good critics, and appreciators…

As such, by disregarding the environment surrounding the art world, great losses are suffered.

I recognize and value your artwork for what it is, Kagehira. And I think it is a waste to have the possibility of that hitting zero. That is what I meant.

Mika: Umm, umm…?

In other words, Oshi-san, you only meant to say I was wrong fer usin’ cryptocurrency, and that you do find value in my digital art… Is that it?

Makoto: You’re right. It’s also my bad for teaching Kagehira-kun about the Test World without having known your thoughts, Itsuki-senpai.

Seems like there was trouble regarding cryptocurrency too, just like you had worried about…

I was just certain that the digital art Kagehira-kun could create would have artistic value that would impress anyone who saw! ♪

Sora: Sora thought so, too! Because Mika-chan-san’s work had something new that the Test World didn’t yet have!

Sora was always looking forward to what would be created next!

Mika: …Hehe, I’m glad, then. ♪

Oshi-san, yer gonna mess up the Test World after this, right?

Could’ja let me help ya out with that, too?

Besides, if my work really is good… Then I won’t have any trouble gettin’ a proper price on it afterwards. ♪

Shu: …Kagehira.

I was going to be the bad guy here, but if you think that, you are welcome to lend me a hand.

Let us destroy this world. As the two of us…♪

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deathfavor · 2 years ago

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It’d be fun to keep playing with Takemichi, if it wasn’t for the sudden turn that this has all had. The moment shatters apart like a delicate piece of glasswork. Something more serious has taken root in what had begun as playful flirting, and suddenly it was growing so fast to dominate the entirety of the moment. It’d been more of a question intended just to work Takemichi up. Not….whatever this has become.

Kisaki certainly had an effect on Takemichi. The same could be said the other way around as too. Hanma has had an upfront and personal view to just how much Takemichi manages to get under Kisaki too. How it seems to be the one topic that pushed them both into a state of agitation.

“ Homework, mostly. It’s boring as shit. “ Hanma snorts, and he’s certain Kisaki would try to wring his neck for sharing that sort of information with his so called hero. More like an enemy. But that isn’t what Hanma means when he says fun. “ Seriously. What sort of delinquent sits and does homework on a Friday night? “ He scrunches up his nose. It’s always up to Hanma to drag his attention away from those books and equations to actually loosen up some and do something else. Or annoy him till he gets kicked out.

Hanma slides his hands into his pockets and lets Takemichi spout whatever inspirational shit that came to mind. “ Yup. “ True, Hanma had always been more the lone wolf type than playing leader or follower. But being around Kisaki had changed that. To some small degree at least. Because Kisaki had introduced COLOR into Hanma’s dull world. Fights had long lost their thrill; but when he did it for Kisaki? It finally gave him some sort of PURPOSE in life. He was excited and intrigued to see where they would go, to see what height Kisaki would climb to. Hanma would just give him the boost he needed.

Somehow, for some reason, this seems to anger Takemichi more. He can’t fathom why when it doesn’t even have anything to do with him.

“ Mikey Mikey Mikey. “ Hanma’s tone is mocking when he repeats the name back. “ You so sure about that? ‘Cause I’m not. He’s got a darkness in him. He might do worse than just toss someone aside one day. You saw what he almost did to ‘Tora. “

And then he falls abruptly and suspiciously silent. He’s sick of shit like that. Of live your best life! Have fun! Do things for you! Hanma sighs, lifting Sin to the back of his head as he rubs his short hair, and it’s like all the life has been ripped from him. Gone is the bright eyed and sharp stare, his manic grin replaced with a weary frown. “ Heh. You say that so easily. “ Even his voice sounds more dull, lacking the sing-song or mocking nature it often held as he stares up at the sky. “ The day I want to? There’s nothing I want to do. Everything is so dull. “ He was just…existing, day in and day out.

“ Doesn’t matter. It’s all just...there. “ What the hell was he supposed to do? “ Most fights are worthless. Smoking helps a bit. Doesn’t fix anything but it helps. “ Sort of. It doesn’t, not really. He knows it. “ No big goal for me. “ And he feels so hollow thinking about it. A hollowness he hasn't focused on since meeting Kisaki but now is brought up again. All that do things for you, but what if you didn't care what happened to you?

He snorts, casting a glance down from the sky to Takemichi and lets one corner of his lips tug upwards. “ Yeah? You’re the only one who thinks that. I might wear the Toman uniform, but no one thinks of me as part of Toman. “ He didn’t mind it. He can’t blame them, especially when even with the two sides merging, those of Valhalla certainly stood out in contrast.

it's so .. strange how hanma has such a hold over him. such a simple action, and takemichi is putty in his capable and feared hands. swallowing thickly, takemichi has to remember to blink under hanma's sly gaze for fear he may got lost within it. it's the pass of a thumb along his jawline that pulls him back to here and now. blue eyes searching hanma's gaze, trying to understand whatever this was.

adorable? no, he wasn't that either, was he? " i, uh -- heh, " he didn't know what to say. pet names, or even just such sweet words were kinda foreign to him. still, hearing them from hanma, electrifies something within him. did he.. like them? perhaps the red pigment that was nearly tattooed to his skin at this point would do the talking for him.

though as sweet as it is to see hanma in a different light for once, it's soon pushed to the wayside as a deeper topic brings out takemichi's true feelings. kisaki.

& clearly, that was where the line was drawn between them.

" .. fun?! " scoffing, the blonde shakes his head. " going to a carvinal is fun or hanging out and going for a ride, not whatever the hell kisaki does in his spare time! " but then again, everyone had their own view of what fun could be. maybe it was that kisaki wasn't boring, that he kept hanma busy or something? whatever the case, if hanma wanted a change of pace, then takemichi was going to try and help him get that.

the surprise that colors hanma's features, is mirrored in takemichi's own. how.. was someone saying that he deserved better, so.. shocking? maybe.. it was just unexpected? but, when hanma takes a few steps back, leaving the close space they'd just shared, that makes takemichi reaffirm his words. hanma shouldn't have to feel as though he's overlooked or underappreciated. just because the two of them weren't all that close, that didn't mean that hanma didn't share a bond with takemichi. they weren't friends per se, but.. they weren't enemies either. hanma deserved a chance to just be.. out of kisaki's shadow. do what he wanted too, for a change. if, that's what he wants.

" and .. you're okay with that?! you're more than just a pawn! how can you follow someone who's just willing to toss you aside the second shit hits the fan?! that's not what friendships are based off of! hell, that's not even respect! " wrong in hanma's eyes or not, takemichi is pissed off even more now. sure, he had an idea of how shitty a guy kisaki was but -- to hear, this? " mikey would never do that to someone. " the words leave him, before takemichi can stop them, followed shortly by what can only be described as a growl of annoyance.

trying to calm his temper, takemichi bites his tongue on anything more; hanma's decisions were his own to make. takemichi just wanted him to understand that he had them, " you wanna live life to the fullest, and have fun while doing it, right? well, then forget about kisaki for a day, and have the day you want too. stay by him, if that's what you want. but-- you don't have too. you're in toman, you're one of us, you don't have to just stick with him. "

hanma's last comment brings a rare smirk to takemichi's lips, " it's about the only good thing i've done, " a comment meant mostly for himself. " but, good. "

#ofluminance #THIS THREAD IS SO GOOD #is there anything hanma cant do fghjfdg #ily and YOU are amazing #᛭ — [IC] death follows in the wake of the reaper [SHUJI HANMA]#yeets this to you

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wah-pah · 6 years ago

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I don’t watch GoT so I can’t speak for bad writing there so I’ll mention how downhill Las Chicas Del Cable/Cable Girls went instead.

I loved S1 - it felt vibrant and interesting. S2 was not so good in my opinion and S3 feels a lot like S2 re-heated and served anew - the characters involved may change but the gist of the situations (if not the actual situations) are the same, there may be some germs of a good story somewhere but the way they have been handled it’s not good at all.

Judging by what happened with Gran Hotel, I guess these writers are good at setting the show up and give a good first season, S2 is so so and s3 is not good at all.

#i've been basically watching it just for the sake of completion #why does everything happen so fast and it seems to fall out of the sky #the less is talked about the atrocious things done to Marga x Pablo the best #and now I'm 8 minutes away from finishing the penultimate episode. I'll also watch the last and then I'll be released at last #even the styling seems all over the place. I'm not demanding flapper fashions 24/7 but Lidia seems out of the 1940s for crying out loud #las chicas del cable #personal

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sukirichi · 4 years ago

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home from war | sukuna x reader

Home from War | sukuna x reader

featuring: sukuna x reader (historical au) with small moments of megumi x reader

warnings: very mild suggestive content, mentions of manslaughter and slight yandere tendencies + a toxic sukuna + angst + not proofread :D

part two!

How does one soothe their lover who’s come from war?

You ponder about this carefully, eyes dark as you let your gaze travel from the opening door. Sukuna comes in, bare chest littered with cuts caked in mud, blood, and dirt, and you see the way the grip around his katana falters just a little bit. The room is dark – it is late at night, after all, and you had stirred awake in your accidental slumber from waiting too long for him to return home – but you see him under the darkness clearly. Way too clearly.

Those markings on his face you so dearly love don’t even seem threatening. You seriously question your sanity at this point because he is the Ryomen Sukuna; King of Curses. It’s no secret that he does as he pleases, taking someone’s life as if it was second nature to him, claiming territories, wealth, and even people as if they were his own.

You should be scared, and in a way, you are.

But not in that way.

You’re scared because his shoulders slump, those once burning red eyes fluttering close as he drops to his knees on the floor. Without wasting another second, you leap off the bed, your arms wrapping around his figure. He reeks of death, and before you know it, you wash his exhaustion away by peppering his face with the pads of your lips.

Sukuna hums, pulling you closer to him until there is no space between skin, his neck nuzzling in your face. “I’m home,” his lips brush the bare skin of your neck, his breath warm and ticklish. “I made it home to you, my love. Safely like you asked.”

Your heart clenches at his words. Immediately, you bite down your tongue and blink back the tears that threaten to fall. Safely? You want to snap back, your nails almost raking down his back. This is hardly considered “safely” when his knees wobble as you guide him inside the bath, nearly unable to keep his eyes open as you wipe away his cuts and the other remnants of war present on his body.

“I’m sorry,” his voice echoes in the confined walls. You don’t even realize the tears had fallen until his rough, calloused hands brush a tear away. He tilts your chin upwards to look him in the eye, lips trembling when those devilish eyes soften – reserved for you and only for you – and Sukuna sighs through his nose. “I wish I could stop the war, but — ”

“It’s not possible,” you finish for him, forcing a smile to help ease his worries. At this point, you’re conflicted between wanting to scold him to not leave the temple anymore and just stay with you, but you also know why Sukuna doesn’t do that.

It’s because he wants to keep you safe. As long as you were around, Sukuna would go the moon and back just to keep coming back home to you. Perhaps that was the most painful part – the fact that you knew he wouldn’t have done this if he hadn’t met you. Sukuna was the fearsome King of Curses, powerful and undefeated even after a thousand years, but he wasn’t omnipotent. Hundreds of jujutsu sorcerers have lost their lives trying to defeat them, and it took about a hundred more deaths before they backed off at the realization he couldn’t be defeated or exorcised.

Until you came.

You were Sukuna’s weakness, the chink in his armour, his Achilles heel.

The moment it was known that Sukuna kept a lover, they just kept coming. The war begun. Soon enough, your days of rolling around in bed with him, trapped under his arms and weekends spent in whines of each other’s names disappeared.

Sukuna has a temple to defend. A lover to protect. A woman to cherish. A soul to treasure.

It was all because of you, and you know better than anyone else that he was tired. But he’d never tell you that. He would still scoop you in his arms; pull you closer by the hip so he could lay his ears on your chest, eventually falling asleep with the sensation of your fingers massaging his scalp while you hum to soothe him. The sound of your heartbeat has Sukuna exhaling rhythmically minutes later.

The notorious King of Curses, bundled up in the arms of his lover, completely relaxes in the privacy of his shared bedroom with the woman he loves most. It was as if the war didn’t happen at all. He sleeps with a small smile on his face, sleepily mumbling your name and reaching up to kiss your smooth skin every now and then.

It was perfect. It was heaven.

But that wasn’t you.

Because you are not her; you are not even human. You listen to all this on the other side of the temple. If you were anyone else, someone like her, then Sukuna’s intimate moments with his lover would be private – something that would be kept and cherished only between the two of them. But you aren’t human.

You are a curse born from people’s heartbreak and grief. You don’t even remember how you came to life; your first memory hazy of nothing but endless pain and so much anger you lost yourself. Until he came.

Ryomen Sukuna; the King of Curses – he adored you.

Finally, he met his equal. A curse equally as powerful and blinded by darkness, hatred, and bloodlust – you were one of the rare curses whose presence he enjoyed, and it didn’t take long before he invited you to his temple and offered a seat next to him.

You are Ryomen Sukuna’s right hand warrior, his greatest partner when it comes to battle. If he was powerful before, people feared you both even more when you joined powers. He didn’t go to war without you. For days on end, you and Sukuna would traverse villages and slaughter kingdoms to fill the emptiness gaping in your hearts, but he changed when he met her.

That fragile, meak, little human that loved him and changed him.

Because of her, even you are forced to join this war against jujutsu sorcerers. It’s been a long war – consisting of ten days and waning red moons. You and Sukuna barely came out unscathed this time, the Gojo clan seems to have something else under their sleeves, and your yukata had been ripped open in pieces while blood washed over your body like water.

You and Sukuna came back tired, weak, almost defeated.

You lay your back flat against the wall, teeth attacking your bottom lip while you pour potions over your cuts. At the other side of the temple, Sukuna is already fast asleep, safe in the arms of his lover. And you? You couldn’t even let out a small noise of whimper. Sukuna’s heightened senses would pick up on it, mistake that it would be his precious little woman in his sleepy daze, and you don’t want him to be further agitated.

Besides, once he realizes that it was just you, he would only go back to sleep.

Because he knew you didn’t need him, not in that way. You were the Curse born from Heartbreak, possibly the only ever person who would know pain and suffering the same way he did, but that isn’t true. Sukuna wouldn’t understand that this is your suffering – to have him within grasp but out of reach, to know that he was always with you, that he loves you just the same, but not in the way you want him to, not in the way you need him to.

To him, you are his beloved friend and partner in crime.

You are not the one who soothes him when he comes from war. You are not the one that gets to feel his harsh tongue soften at the first contact of your lips, to have the privilege of having rough hands that easily tortured others to be gentle as he dips his hands in the dips and curves of your body. You are not the one who gets to see him when he wakes up and he smiles half-lidded. You are not the one who gets to kiss his pain and wounds away, to wipe his tears from his cheeks because looking at you makes him wonder how lucky he is to have you.

Instead, you are the one he brings to war with. You are the one he trusts to keep her safe, to watch his back and guard all possible blind spots during war. You are the one who jumps in front of him when a blast of fire is on his way, and you are the one who heals his wounds in the battlefield when he grows too weak. You are the one he laughs with when you’ve both decapitated the enemy, growing only stronger with each passing day under the belief maybe both of you could rule the world someday.

But does any of it matter?

You always believed that you were okay with it, that having him trust you with his whole life, enough to have you sleeping under the same roof as him, was everything you needed. But after she came, you watched him fall in love, and you felt pathetic.

You could never have him.

You could never have what they have.

Sometimes you wonder, what if you just said it? In those nights where nothing but the moonlight illuminated both of your blood-stained faces, chests rising up and down as it both rumbled with laughter, discarded glasses of alcohol thrown on the ground – it would’ve been the perfect moment, wouldn’t it?

Though deep down, you knew the answer.

Sukuna wouldn’t love you, couldn’t love you. He wanted someone to protect, not someone to fight wars with. He wanted someone to come home to, not someone he wrecked homes with. He wanted to listen to someone’s dreams and passions – all of the things you didn’t have because you were born out of pain, living in pain, and Sukuna was the only thing that soothed you for a bit.

Your breaths came out raspy as your wounds began to close up. The stench of blood remained on your body, the red liquid drying up.

Sukuna wouldn’t want an impure woman like you. It makes sense he loved her. She was as bright as the sky while you were as dark as day, and when she laughed, she lit up the whole room. You don’t laugh, you don’t even smile. The only times you ever got to feel that sort of happiness was when you were still a fresh-born curse, a wild Sukuna more than glad to teach you of his ways.

It’s okay, you lie to yourself, crawling back to your bed while ridding yourself of your clothes. You would shower later; sleep needed to come first. Curses like you don’t really need, but you were too exhausted – inside and outside – that for once, you want to submit to healing.

As you close your eyes, you hear Sukuna stir in their room again. The sounds of faint lip-locking echo in your ears, making you slap your palms on the sides of your head, but you hear it, you hear it, you hear it, you hear it.

“How is Y/N?” she asks worriedly, her dainty, small, and innocent fingers that could never harm a fly brushing against his skin. Warm.

“She’s fine,” Sukuna rasps tiredly, “She’s a little beaten up, but she’s in a better state than I am,” you hear him kiss her on the forehead, a contended sigh leaving her lips. “She’ll be fine, my love. You know Y/N. She is fierce, brave, and courageous. This war is nothing to her.”

“I still feel bad she joined the war just so both of you could protect me.”

Shut up, shut up, shut up!

“She knows I love you,” Sukuna mumbles on top of her head, his hands tracing patterns on her back. Tears flowed out your eyes, your body trembling as you bit your fist, drool flowing down. You couldn’t stop the way you felt your heart torn to pieces. Really, it shouldn’t be anything new to you. You are a curse manifested from heartbreak, after all, but why did it hurt so much this time? “Y/N is a long time friend and ally of mine. She cherishes everything I cherish.”

“But still...aren’t you going to check up on her? I couldn’t even welcome her back. I haven’t seen you both in days and I...”

“Shhh,” Sukuna lulls her worries. “I’ll check up on her right now, although I don’t think she needs it. She’s a strong warrior, after all.”

“Sukuna,” her voice was laced with warning this time, but it later softens, as it always does. “Even the strongest have their weak moments, like how you are with me. Just because someone is capable of enduring the pain, doesn’t mean they won’t appreciate an act of kindness. Y/N has been loyal to you far longer than I have, but you really need to show your gratitude more to her,” she sighs, “Go check on her, my love. See if she’s doing well. If she’s fully recovered by tomorrow, I’ll head out to the market and prepare you both a lovely meal. It’s the least I could do.”

Sukuna chuckles, “My love, we don’t need to eat.”

“No matter. She likes miso soup, doesn’t she?”

By now, you’re frozen in bed. The blood and dirt and your skin have stained your sheets, and your hair is knotted in tangles from endless fighting. Maybe this is the reason why you hated yourself more than you hate her – because deep down, she isn’t really someone you could hate.

It makes sense Sukuna loves her.

Unlike you, she is kind, caring, gentle and full of love. What did you have? Pent up anger, bloodlust, temperamental tendencies and a hobby of withdrawing as a form of isolation because you couldn’t cope with the heartbreak – this is your gift. Your curse.

She is a blessing.

You hear the bed dip feet away, and whispers of, “Be safe, I’ll wait for you,” before a door slides close. Sukuna’s footsteps pad nearer in your hallway, in a place that he had his servants build just for you years ago when you proved your loyalty to him. Back then, you were over the moon when you saw him telling his people he wanted you to have your own room, but now it was like a huge slap on your face that Sukuna cared for you, but he didn’t want you close to him in the way she was.

Your room was on the other side of the temple, at the back, to be specific. While she stays with him in his own chambers, he used his magic to build her a beautiful garden filled with her favourite flowers, while you were somewhat locked away behind it all.

A bitter smile makes it way to your face. Sukuna was coming, not because he wanted to, but because she asked him to.

You want to laugh. Instead, you run out the room in such speed that the sheets fly away from your bed, and the floorboards crack under the force of your movements. When Sukuna raps his knuckles on your door, asks if he could come in (as if he needed permission for that), and you don’t answer, he takes it upon himself to intrude.

He isn’t surprised at your discarded clothes, or how your room remains dark and empty, as if you’d never been there at all. This isn’t the first time you ran away, and this would not be the first time he ran after you either.

He knows you’ll come home.

After all, it was him you kept coming back to – although he didn’t know that.

Breakfast the next day wasn’t any better. She invited you to join them, fretting over the cuts on your cheeks and dabbing at them with a wet towel. She feels like a doting mother who wouldn’t stop worrying about her child who tripped, and again, you realize why he loves her.

The food was good. Like she promised, miso soup is placed in a bowl you painted years ago, and she beams at you expectantly while Sukuna caressed her thighs under the table. Your lips tremble as you take a spoonful of it, letting the warm soup soothe your exhausted body with a sigh. Sukuna peers at you in the same curiosity, head tilted to the side ever so slightly as if waiting how you’ll react.

It’s no secret you don’t open yourself up to anyone other than him. The moment she came to live with you both, he could tell you locked yourself up in your room and even disappeared for weeks under the lie that you were parading in the districts to “look for some fun.”

Sukuna knows you better than you know yourself. He knows it’s a lie, that you’re not someone who “looks for fun” and that you probably just stayed up in the mountains watching the sunrise. He knows you’re uncomfortable with her displays of affection, of how she easily adored you or how she cared for you like you were her sister or even a friend, but he doesn’t say anything about it.

If anything, he only hopes you would treat her the same way.

You don’t finish your bowl. It’s extremely difficult to enjoy the food when Sukuna compliments her on her cooking skills and she turns beet red beside him, nervously giggling that she just wanted to make you feel better. Sukuna bends down to steal a peck from her lips, teasing her that she was his “sweet angel” who had a heart of gold.

They don’t even eat.

They’re just giggling, laughing, kissing, and you understand – you really do. It isn’t every day that Sukuna gets to indulge in the presence of his beloved. But only you are there with him. It’s either he trusts you enough to let his guard down, or you’re unimportant enough that he doesn’t care if you see him completely baby her and spoil her rotten with how he grabs her onto his lap and starts kissing her nose and then her eyelids.

Their cheerful laughter is a great contrast to the sound of your heart shattering into pieces. They don’t notice that you’ve excused yourself, heading out the room and into the back part of the house, passing the servants on the way.

Similar to how they treat Sukuna, they quiver and bow before you, making sure to keep their eyes on the floor in fear you’d slice their heads off. You fight back a sigh. You wouldn’t do that – not when they welcomed you so warmly (or rather, fearfully) and accepted you as their master. You realize that they don’t act this way around Sukuna’s lover. In fact, they light up when she’s around and talk to her freely; everyone was just comfortable in her presence.

You know you’re not her.

You could never be her.

She was a human, and you’re nothing but a lonely, heartbroken curse.

Hours pass by, and no one looks for you. You dare not enter the garden Sukuna made for her even if you also like the flowers, simply because you don’t want Sukuna to be appalled at the thought that someone like you – a Curse who’d killed people and tortured others – would also be enamoured with something as innocent as daisies.

The lake is peaceful that night. It’s painful to bathe back at the temple because the servants won’t leave you alone. They insist on washing your body for you and that you should lay back, but you refuse to be coddled. The lake is on the other side of the mountain, deep in the forest with smaller curses lurking, so no one would find you here.

The moon shines down bright on you, and for the first time since you’d gotten home, you smile.

It looks so beautiful. So big and bright, yet so haunting and peaceful with secrets you could never uncover. You stare at it as you take off your robes layer by layer, feet dipping into the cold water before submerging completely. The ripples on the lake illuminated by the moonlight makes it even more soul-stirring.

You cup the water and wash your hair, finally getting rid of the invisible stains from the war. You felt clean, refreshed – but your heart still rumbled with hatred and darkness. Hatred that you couldn’t be good enough, hatred that you’re destined to be lonely and unloved.

One of the good things about bathing at midnight is that no one gets to see your tears when it mixes in with the water, and you throw your head back in laughter with your arms extended to the sky. This is who you are – a Curse with no future and no past.

Later, you choke as a sob begins, your fist clenching above your heart. It hurt everywhere.

You wanted Sukuna – so much that you felt like you were going to go insane.

If it wasn’t for him, you’d be trapped in an endless nightmare. But he saved you, cared for you, made you his equal. So why couldn’t he love you? You’ve always been there for him. When people turned against him or plotted a rebellion, you were the one who snuck into clan houses and slit their throats, making their descendants and followers witness the consequence of disrespecting Sukuna.

When he was nearly exorcised by an overpowered jujutsu sorcerer, you summoned an army of thousand lost souls to defeat them, nearly ending up with you losing your head in the aftermath. It was always you – you were always there from him since the beginning, so why didn’t he love you?

You cupped your eyes with your palms, unable to stop the tears from coming now. Your whole body shook with sobs, turning number and number at the cold water. Nothing mattered, nothing mattered, nothing did if you couldn’t have Sukuna.

“Sukuna,” you cried out, pushing your hair back as the ripples blurred in your tear-stained view. “Sukuna, help me, please...” Put an end to my suffering, you inwardly begged. Death is a better option than watching him fall deeper and deeper for her, knowing that could never be you. He’d never look at you that way. He’d never touch you that way. He would never be your lover, and your sobs grew more desperate because you know you are his lover.

God, you loved him so much more than you hated yourself.

This sort of madness had you gasping for air. Death – death is a better option. It is a much more peaceful way to go than to suffer each waking day to have what you want be explicitly stated to be reserved for anyone else but you.

You froze when a pair of arms encircled your waist, his grip strong and vice-like. He turned you around, his large hand coming at the small of your neck to bring you down to his shoulder where you could hide your tears. Until now, he knows you better than you know yourself, and he knows it would shatter you even more if he saw you crying.

“Y/N,” Sukuna begins, and your eyes widen when you see he’s still wearing his robe. He must’ve jumped in the water. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you. What’s wrong?”

Your lips turned blue from the cold. Unable to help the shiver that ran down your spine, your teeth chattered, and Sukuna pulled you closer to the heat of his skin. He sighed worriedly. “You need to tell me what’s wrong, otherwise, I can’t help you.”

“I” You falter. Your heart drums loudly in your chest. He would reject you, break your heart into pieces all over again but – so what if he did? It almost made you laugh. You’re the Curse of Heartbroken Souls. It wouldn’t make a difference if he hurt you now. Instantly, you weaken in his hold, and Sukuna’s hands grip your waist to keep you upright.

“Fuck, Y/N, what’s wrong —”

“Kiss me.”

“What?”

“Kiss me,” you repeat, more confidently this time. You pull away from him in the slightest bit, eyes blown wide as you peer up at his appalled ones. His hands squeeze your waist subconsciously, his sharp nails piercing through your skin until it draws blood. It makes you gasp a little, but you’re used to the pain. Right now, you want to be selfish and free yourself from this pain. “I want you to kiss me, Sukuna.”

His eyebrows pinch together. “What the fuck are you saying? I love someone else, you know I won’t —”

“Won’t do what?” You challenge, eyes burning from the intensity and ferocity of each nerve humming to life. “This isn’t who you are, Sukuna. You’re the King of Curses. Or have you already forgotten those days you would accept those female offerings and you’d fuck them until they’re out of their mind, then discard them as if they were nothing but dirty laundry? You were strong back then, majestic, but now you’re fucking weak,” You spat out. You know you’re spurning him on and pushing all his buttons, but somehow saying those words gave you great relief.

Now, it was time to see his patience snap, which shouldn’t take long since his grip had turned bruising on your hips, and he growled under his breath. “Don’t do this, Y/N.”

“You’re the one who shouldn’t do this,” you growl back, “You haven’t been the same ever since that pathetic excuse of a woman came. Don’t you remember that she left her husband and children just because she was a whore for you? Because you pleased her better than her human spouse?” You push him away with enough force that it sends him a few feet back, and Sukuna scowls. “She doesn’t love you! She only stays by your side because she was nothing but a filthy rat before and now you treat her like a queen! She’s nothing but a lowly human who —”

“Enough!”

“ —made you believe you’re someone she could love! Don’t you get it, Sukuna? We’re Curses, she’s a human! She will never understand us! You’re lying to yourself if you believe she doesn’t cry herself to sleep at the thought she’s next to a monster —”

“I said, that’s enough!” In a flash, Sukuna was in front of you, clawed hands wrapped around your neck. It would be so easy for him to break you and kill you right then and there, your feet already above ground and your exposed breasts just within his sight. Nevertheless, you only laugh cruelly at his agitation. “You know nothing,” he squeezed your neck tighter, “about what it’s like to love someone. How dare you say that she does not love me?”

“I know, because if you let me, I could love you a lot more,” you choked out, clawing at his arm, but he is unfazed by your efforts.

Sukuna lets go of you. You drop in the water as you gasp and breathe for air, but Sukuna’s wide eyes bring you back to reality. It’s that face, the one that tells you he’s been unaware this whole time, and the sudden confession drops on him like a cannonball.

Like a switch has been flipped off, you revert back to your normal self. Using your arms to shield your body, you run away from him, about to make it to the bank when his voice stops you. “Do you truly mean it? Do you love me?”

You close your eyes. “Yes. I always have.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“You wouldn’t have believed me,” you pull your hair to the side, squeezing the water out. “You barely believe me now, so why believe me if I said it earlier? It wouldn’t have changed anything.”

“Then why were you calling for me? I heard you crying. You said you wanted me to help you.”

You whip around, tears furiously flowing down. “I’m going to the jujutsu sorcerers myself tomorrow and let them exorcise me. There’s no point to my existence, Sukuna. I’m tired of all the wars. I’m tired of fighting for someone I don’t even care about. I’m tired of loving you and watching you look at her instead of me, when I’m the one who’s always been there for you. I’m tired of —” you hiccup, embarrassed that he was now watching you break down in front of him. You were a powerful curse, dammit, you shouldn’t even be crying about this. “—I’m tired of not being the one you love.”

Sukuna stands there gaping. You don’t give him another chance to speak as you walk away, seemingly a new habit of yours now. You haven’t always been this way. Patience was never one of your strongest points, but being around Sukuna for the past years taught you a thing or two. That all shatters now that you’ve grown tired, the shame of patheticness crawling between your legs as you retrieve your robes, not bothering to dry up.

He exhales through his nose, claws balled into a fist to restrain his anger. Now he wants to be gentle with you the way he is with her?

Pathetic, pathetic, pathetic – you keep chanting to yourself. You’re not there yet, but there have already been rumours that you’re the Queen of Curses, the only one who ever managed to be Sukuna’s equal. Although men feared you, they also lusted after you.

How could they not? You were a sexual prowess, and a fearsome figure in the battlefield. Men are confused whether they want to be with you, or if the mere utter of your name had them fainting. Sukuna, on the other hand? He didn’t care. He didn’t notice you. You’re nothing but a war tool to him, his friend and companion during his dark days when he grew bored and would randomly slaughter homes and enslave people.

He’s not the same anymore. The Sukuna you once knew was gone, and you turned back away from him bitterly, the blue flames licking up your skin as a symbol of anger, hatred, but most of all, humiliation.

That night, you didn’t go back to the temple.

And a small, quiet village who’d been loyal to both you and Sukuna had become the victims of your frustration.

The next day, silence echoes in the hallways of the temple. You couldn’t hear even the soft breathings or whispers of the servants. Your ears perk up once you cross the threshold, dropping your bloody katana and releasing your hair from its red tie. The temple servants must’ve already heard that their relatives died the night before – all thanks to your inability to handle your feelings.

It’s okay, you tell yourself, you’ve done this a thousand times before with Sukuna: killing people, enjoying their screams, basking in their surrender and painting the image of hope fading from their eyes into the back of your school.

You’ve done this a thousand times before with Sukuna, but this is the first time you’ve done it alone. You only ever took their lives because Sukuna asked you. Because he assured it was a way to keep gaining strength and to make a name for yourself; that being a powerful Curse was the best feeling in the world and no amount of woman or alcohol felt greater than power.

Sukuna lied.

To him, his heaven was in her arms.

And you? Utterly lost. Broken. With nowhere else to go. As you enter your room, you’re greeted by the sight of a made up bed and cleaned sheets. Even after slaughtering families, your servants still cleaned your room out of fear, and the previous blood from the other day had been wiped away with bleach.

Then, you see yourself from the floor length mirror. White yukata that might as well have been red from the amount of absorbed into the cloth draped over your curves, and your eyes lost what little light it once held. Blood drips from your fingertips and you swipe your thumb over your lip, a small gasp falling to your lips as you recall a little girl, barely five or six winters old, with the exact same lips trembling as she begs you not to kill her parents.

It’s the splitting image of you when you were younger, when you ran around cities unintentionally wreaking havoc out of confusion over your powers. You have no parents. No past. No memory. You just came into existence because of mankind’s grief, and it only made sense you carried that burden more than anyone else.

But you’re not this. You are not a killer. You didn’t enjoy it. You never enjoyed it. Even when Sukuna convinced you that you did, there was no forgetting the fact that you cried yourself to sleep when you were younger at the thought you grew more powerful because you added to the heartbreak of people.

The word heartbreak lights up a bulb in your head. That’s right...you’re the Curse of Heartbreaks – of pain, of grief, of mourning, of suffering.

If you couldn’t have what you want, then why should he? Isn’t it already written in your fate that your destiny is to carry those pain, inflict it onto others, and make them realize they’re wasting their lives believing a lie that love prevails all? That love prevails even someone as irredeemable as Sukuna?

You won’t allow it.

Without wasting another second, you dash to her room. Sukuna’s out to deal with some clan leaders for whatever ritual he wants to perform or out to get more healing potions. The girl never went anywhere else outside the temple because both jujutsu sorcerers and curses are always ready to prance, and she’s smart to not put herself in harm’s way.

But you are harm’s way.

You run so fast through the hallways that you keep bumping into corners, denting the wooden boards and the floor cracking beneath you. You don’t stop until you reach their room, swiping the doors open, and sliding on the doorframe when you see she’s still asleep.

She and Sukuna must’ve stayed up all night performing...activities. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have been this weak. She’s a lively and bubbly girl, she wouldn’t have – you freeze in your spot.

Tentatively, you reach over to where she softly snored, tilting her to face you by grabbing her shoulder. She only groans in her slumber before burying herself under the covers. “Sukuna...” her brows furrow as she twitches, probably dreaming about something, and she kicks the covers off with a whine. That’s when you see it. And then you see everything.

A small – barely there – bump on her tummy is half concealed by her lace gown that reveals her skin free from scars, a sign that she’d never really been in battle. But she’s carrying his child, and even though you’re not the one pregnant, you feel bile rise up in your throat.

Your knees wobble and you fall beside their bed, your palms shaky as you place it over her belly. First, you hear a baby cry, and then, a man’s scream.

Sukuna carries his daughter’s form, the little thing bundled up safely in towels while her father coos at her. She’s so small, vulnerable and exposed to the horrors of the world, but she didn’t need to worry about that. Sukuna would protect her, and so would you.

You stand outside the room, a small smile on your face with your arms crossed on your chest. Well, you’ll be damned. You’re not a fan of children and babies in general, but you do admit the infant’s cries sound like music to your ears. It means she’s alive and healthy, and even though her existence is nearly impossible considering her father is a curse, the girl was born perfectly fine and well.

Suddenly, a dark, ominous presence looms over the room. You stand on guard, hands drawing your blade to prepare for whatever or whoever attacked you. You’re not a fan of the kid and or her mother regardless, but Sukuna is left open and vulnerable for attack in this state. He’s too busy fawning over his kid to sense any incoming assault.

However, something doesn’t feel right with this one. That dark, suffocating feeling doesn’t travel. Instead, it’s stagnant and somewhat docile, as if it has no intention to attack, but its threat still remains. It doesn’t even seem like it came from anywhere or it’s about to arrive. Rather...it’s like it was always there to begin with.

Your eyes widen at the realization.

What would happen if a curse...fathered someone else? Would it be human? Or would it be something worse?

You slam the doors open, and everything happens in slow motion. The baby’s mother reaches out to a nearly sobbing Sukuna, eager to see her child, but just as her small, grubby hands wrap around her mother’s pointer finger, it falls. She stops breathing, her arm falling limp, and Sukuna stops cooing. The baby’s cries cease, staring up at her father and extending her small arms to cup his face.

It seems he realized it too, but it was too late.

“Sukuna, don’t!”

The child giggles, her knuckles brushing against her father’s jaw, and the King of Curses lose his grip on her. You watch as they both fall, a garbled scream leaving your lips. The midwife runs to save the child before she’s crushed under Sukuna’s weight, but she too has fallen victim the moment her skin made contact with the baby’s.

No...it’s not even a child or an infant. It’s not even human.

It’s the Curse of Death.

And at her birth, the world would grow dark, darker than what you and Sukuna have already caused the world to be. Her words would sound like a fork scraping against a plate; torturous, excruciatingly painful, and enough to have you begging for death. The simple brush of skin upon skin takes away the energy, power, and life even of the most powerful beings. After all, what is stronger than Death? It was the only absolute truth in the world – which all things must come to an end.

You retract your hand from her body, sweat dripping on your hairline. That thing growing inside her body...it must not be born. Sukuna would die.

With a silent scream, you whip out the dagger and force it upon her stomach. Or at least, you would’ve, if not for the blade that had peaked out your chest and nearly poking Sukuna’s lover’s back. Blood stained the silver blade, leaking into your lap.

You drop your dagger.

“I trusted you,” Sukuna begins calmly, pulling out the sword from your body in one swift movement. He ignores the way you cough out blood, your head shaking as if to deny his words. His face remains expressionless as he wipes your blood on his thigh, dropping the potions to aid her pregnancy beside her on the bed. Sukuna crouches down to your level and pulls you by the hair until he’s close enough that you could see his two other eyes also glare at you. “Have I not made it clear she is to be untouched? Just because you’re unable to handle your petty jealousy, does not give you a goddamn right to kill what’s mine.”

“What grows in her is a monster,” you sneer, struggling against his grip. You’ve forgotten that his sword is imbued with his special curses that would immediately exorcise any weaker Curse, but because you’re on the same level as him, you die slowly, and a lot more painfully.

“That child is mine. It was created out of love.”

“It is not a child!” You argue, “It will be born as the Curse of Death, one that will kill both you and your little lover!”

“And if you’re lying?”

You grit your teeth. “I would never lie to you, Sukuna.”

His brow shots upwards, a smirk creasing his lips. “Is that so?” he shoves you until you slam against the wall. Sukuna treads to you dangerously, his tongue peeking out to swipe at his lips. You know that darkness in his eyes better than most – it’s the look he always wore when he decides to go for the kill. “Then, since you’re always honest to me, tell me this: do you still love me?”

You don’t even think about it.

“Yes. That’s why I’m telling you to get rid of that thing before you and everyone else dies.”

“A concerned little lamb,” he hums in amusement. “That makes it clear then,” Before you could process what happens next, you take your last breath as Sukuna rips out your heart with his claws. It’s not an actual heart, but rather the core of your Curse manifestation and the gem-like object is crushed under his fists. “Queen of Curses, Curse of Heartbreak,” he drops the pieces of your heart into your lap, Sukuna growing more and more blurry in front of you. “Die the same way you came to life: with a terrible, terrible heartbreak.”

Sometimes, you can’t help but feel like you’d been an awful person in your past life. It’s not that you’d ever done anything illegal or rebellious. Your parents are quite proud of your immaculately clean school record, and your grades are even above average. The school’s faculty absolutely adores you for your preppy personality, always volunteering to help others and taking the lead when no one wants to budge.

You suppose you’re quite a role model, but what no one understands is that maybe you’re always going out of your way to be kind with someone because deep down, you have a nagging feeling you’ve once been a terrible person.

Sighing, you wrap your arms around your legs as you hug it to yourself, whacking your forehead in your knees to get rid of those impending thoughts. There’s really no reason behind it, more like an intuition that you’ve forgotten about something important.

You’re pulled out of your trance when warm, soft hands push your hair back, and a pair of even softer lips land at your shoulders. Immediately, you smile, turning your head to peer at the dark-haired beauty that shyly peeks up at you under his long lashes. He keeps peppering kisses all the way up to your neck until you laugh from being ticklish, and it doesn’t take long before Megumi has you smiling again.

He knows you better than you know yourself.

“What’s wrong?” he mumbles on your shoulder, his warm hand drawing comforting circles on your lower back. Again, the simple gesture ignites something within you, something about oddly familiar even if you don’t feel like you’ve experienced it firsthand. “You’ve been deep in thought lately.”

“Lately?”

“Hmm,” he moves up your face, pressing a long, solid kiss at your forehead. It makes you relax and sigh happily, unable to help your urge to crawl into his lap and bury yourself in his arms. “Ever since Itadori enrolled here, you’ve always looked at him...quite weirdly. Is he bothering you? You know if he does something weird, I won’t hesitate to feed him to the Divine Dogs.”

That elicits a laugh from you. Now that you think about it, you’ve been awfully quite ever since Gojo sensei came back with that overly excited kid. You don’t know why, you don’t even realize his presence affects you, but you don’t want Megumi to worry about it when you can’t understand it yourself. So you hug him closer until the scent of fresh laundry wafts your senses, and you brush his scalp tenderly.

Megumi purrs.

“It’s nothing you should worry about, I’m sure I’m just tired from exams.” Unlike Megumi, you’re not a jujutsu sorcerer. You came from a totally human family that lived a totally mundane humane life, unaware that curses exist and people actually die from it. If it wasn’t for Megumi saving you that one time in school when you unknowingly stayed behind the same night the Occult Club did and ran into some freaky monsters, you would continue living without any idea of it.

It wasn’t always easy accepting Megumi’s true identity, but you loved him more than anyone else, and so hiding in his dorms while lying to your parents you were going to sleep over a friend’s house has become somewhat a daily occurrence. You’ve even made friends with the lovely Nobara and Maki senpai who welcomes you with open arms – although maybe it’s because you never fail to bring them food from the city and some fashionable items for Nobara.

Megumi senses your hesitance to talk about it, so he drops it and enjoys the feeling of your skin on him instead, your breaths falling in the same rhythm. Tonight, he and his classmates would go out on a mission again because the idiotic Gojo-sensei was away overseas, and as always, you’d stay up late in Megumi’s room, waiting for him to come back right after he promises you you’ll come back safely.

You close your eyes and wrap yourself around him like a koala, and Megumi laughs at how small you are. He doesn’t brush you off, though. He knows you fear for his life despite the fact you trust him with his abilities, but you can’t help it. It’s only natural to worry about your loved one, after all.

For now, he’ll have to keep cuddling and kissing you for as long as he could before he leaves.

How does one soothe their lover who’s come from battles?

You scramble away from Megumi’s bed the moment you’re waken up by the sound of steady knocks. The first aid kit lays on his study desk, which you swipe with sleepy eyes as his baggy clothes crinkle in your smaller figure. It’s rare that Megumi lets you see his state during after battles, but today, tonight, he allowed you to stay even after his mission.

Your steps are nothing but hurried when you slide the door open, his name about to fall from your lips until you’re greeted by a young man with strawberry blonde hair and black marks on his face. It’s Itadori Yuuji, but at the same time, it’s not him...

His cheerfulness and airheaded self is gone, replaced with a much sinister entity residing within it. The man before you sighs, frowning in distaste at your clothes – your boyfriend’s clothes – before he invites himself in and shuts the door behind him.

Sukuna hums, pulling you closer to him until there is no space between your skin and his, his face nuzzling in your neck. “I’m home,” his lips brush the bare skin of your neck, his breath warm and ticklish. “I made it home to you, my Queen. Safely like you asked.”

“Wha-?”

“I’m sorry,” he whispers so quietly you wonder if you heard it at all. “For not believing you, for not seeing you. It took me thousands of years to realize where I fucked it all up, but I know the truth now. And you were right – you were always right. I hope in this life I no longer break your heart in the same way you soothe mine.”

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A/N: Sounds like a pretty confusing ending, which it is, and I was gonna leave it at that but because I don’t want anyone to go “HUH?” after reading this, I’m just gonna explain :D Sukuna eventually realized how toxic he was to the reader in her past life, how he convinced her to be a bad person with him then emotionally abandoning her the moment he found his happiness. She was the Curse of Heartbreak, and her powers remained even after she was “exorcised.”

She broke his heart by showing him how he lost everything after her exorcism and his lover’s death (because he also saw the future that the child was the Curse of Death) and all those years of suffering eventually made him realize that the power of heartbreak was the one that destroyed him. So in the present, when the reader was reincarnated as a human girl, he finally found her and tries to make up for his mistakes because she was actually his first love, he just didn’t realize it because both of them were somewhat barbaric and psychotic. Lmk what you think, I hope you liked it!

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hannahdra-ws · 3 years ago

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you laughed (but it seemed a little sad)

Remus is upset.

Janus thinks he might know a way to cheer him up.

Romantic established dukeceit

for dukeceit week 2022

word count: 954

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Something is wrong.

Specifically, with Remus.

Now, Janus supposed, that's not a completely wild statement. Remus is often described as having something "wrong" with him; too loud, too crass, too-- too much. No matter how much Janus personally disagrees, Remus seems to wear those titles like a badge.

But there is something wrong with Remus today.

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Janus watched him from the dark side kitchen window, a frown etched on his face. Remus sat eerily still on the couch, head in his hands. He's not even sure if Remus knows he's there. Janus can see his shoulders shaking.

Humming almost silently to himself, Janus tapped the counter. Something in his heart twisted at the thought of Remus upset. He wanted Remus to be able to open up to him, call him a hypocrite or not, but he knows that's just-- not how Remus operates.

When Remus is upset, he likes distractions. Perhaps not the healthiest coping mechanism, but that's why he has Janus.

Sighing slightly to himself and steeling his nerves, Janus walked out of the kitchen as silently as he could and summoned a portable speaker, connecting his phone to it. Remus didn't even notice. Janus's frown deepened.

Remus did notice, though, when I Love You Like an Alcoholic by The Taxpayers started playing. He jumped almost 2 feet in the air and whipped his head around to look at the sound, where Janus stood there, hand extended.

There were tear tracks on Remus's cheeks.

Remus's brow furrowed, "Jan?" His voice was cracky and he cleared it, not necessarily trying to hide the fact that he'd been crying but not bring attention to it, either. "Whatcha' doin?"

Janus pursed his lips in embarrassment. The slightly out of tune guitar/banjo/whatever it was played in the background.

Heavy humid night, corner of Park and Main

Cast that first glance: your smile, my veins

At maximum capacity, blood pumping so fast

My girl, if looks gave heart attacks

"What does it look like, love? Dance with me. Come on." Janus could feel the embarrassment creeping up the back of his neck as Remus just sat there. Staring at him.

Janus rolled his eyes (fondly) and walked over to Remus, watching as Remus's eyes followed him the entire way. Smoothed down Remus's hair and tilted his head up to look at him, taking pride in the very slight red that colored Remus's cheeks.

"What would you rather do, talk or dance? I have a feeling I know the answer." He knows everything about Remus.

The dangerous men in the shadows were like an audience, and even the meanest among them had a special little shine in their eyes when they saw us walk by

Remus gaped at him, not unlike a fish out of water. Janus resisted the urge to coo at him and stood as patiently as he could.

Remus wiped his face and seemed to try to shake himself out of whatever happened. He took Janus's hand extremely fast and basically lifted himself up off the couch. Janus stumbled with the sudden fast pace and his feet scrambled to not fall on his ass.

"How could I say no to that face, babe? Also you know I love this song." Already, Remus's entire body language is different.

Janus is absurdly proud of himself.

They swung around the living room together, in time with the admittedly very strange chords echoing from the little speaker. Remus's hands went to wrap around his neck and Janus's hands went to his hips.

Walked about twenty blocks talking about good bars and better towns than this one

Kissed that first night, and then the rain opened up the sky to get…

Remus grinned, shark-like and wide, and Janus's heart swooped. As the chorus came on, Remus dipped and spun him, and Janus shrieked in surprise.

One last kiss

I love you like an alcoholic

One last kiss

I love you like a statuette

One last kiss

I need you like I need a broken leg

"Remus!" Janus exclaimed, and then basically shrieked again when Remus completely abandoned the dance and picked Janus up completely, holding him by his thighs and smattering kisses all over his face.

Janus's heart ached with how much he loved him, he doesn't know how he hasn't exploded yet.

"How do you always know what to do to make me feel better? Are you magic? Did you sell your soul to the devil and dance around naked in the woods? If so, very rude of you not to invite me, you whore." Remus spoke in between smattering kisses onto Janus's cheeks, nose and scales. Janus is going to explode .

"God, you're ridiculous. I try to cheer you up and you end up insulting me, you ridiculous man." But Janus's words aren't really sharp at all, they come out mushy and affectionate and warm, and evidently Remus notices because his entire face softens, looking at Janus like he's something to worship.

Remus doesn't even say anything. The song continued into the background as Remus captured Janus in a kiss, soft and loving , and Janus sighed happily.

"Thank you, baby," Remus whispered, affectionate against Janus's lips, and Janus's heart seized in his chest at the pet name and at the way Remus was looking at him, "Cheered me right up. You always know what to do."

And he wasn't lying.

"Of course I do. Have you met me?"

And Remus chuckled and just kissed him again, the song playing into the background. And everything was right again.

One last kiss

I love you like an alcoholic

One last kiss

I love you like a negligee

One last kiss

I need you like I need a broken leg

#dukeceit week 2022 #romantic dukeceit #dukeceit #janus sanders #remus sanders #dukeceit fanfic

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marichild · 3 years ago

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you're my star; sunsun.

—"What are stars to you, then?" "You."

—inspired by the time sunoo asked sunghoon why he teases him so much.

—fluff, canon compliant, my love for riki shows | word count: 804

"Sunghoon hyung, what are stars to you?"

The innocent question put forth by the oh-so-innocent Sunoo, in the sense that he's rather optimistic and cheery in his view of the world, makes Sunghoon's heart nearly, a little too slow, skip a beat, as soon as he processes the question. It's because he'd just, a little less than a minute ago, been thinking about how Sunoo is like a star in the center of his universe.

Then again, it's sensible that they were having similar trains of thought. It's one of the nights after a music show appearance and they're too tired to do anything but too wired to sleep. At least, in the case of Sunoo, Ni-ki and Sunghoon. Ni-ki was playing his games for maybe half an hour, while Sunoo and Sunghoon watched, but then he conked out in the middle of a game and in his sleep, he looked so cute, curled up on the couch with a content expression, that they didn't have the heart to ask him to get up and go to bed.

So now it's just the two of them sitting by the window in the room they share with both Ni-ki and Jungwon. Their young leader's off visiting his parents for two days, without any show of it, and the sight of his clean, perfectly tidy bed makes Sunghoon miss the kid too much. He's really grown so attached to these idiots since debuting. Then again, he's always been fond of honest, blunt, down-to-earth, shy Jungwon. Him joining Big Hit Entertainment was a refreshing change from hyper-to-shy Heeseung and bold Jay.

And then there's Sunoo, the one who was different from everyone else right off the bat. Even as they sit here under the window, looking up at the extraordinarily clear, starlight-bright night sky, he thinks about how Sunoo would fit right up there with them. He's refreshing, in a way. Sunoo's bright and hyper in a different way from most others.

Sunoo talks a lot, and though Sunghoon acts annoyed by it, secretly, he can listen to the adorable boy talk on and on forever. Sunoo gets excited by the things he loves, even if it happens to be monstrosities like mint chocolate, and that's adorable. Most of all, he's unfailingly loyal and unswervingly sincere. Not to mention admirably brave, too.

Kim Sunoo is different from them; Kim Sunoo is beautiful in a different way. And for Sunghoon, a quiet, not so talkative boy, that's all it took for him to fall hard and fast—giving him new energy and happiness with every smile and laugh.

"I don't know," Sunghoon responds. "What are they to you, Sunoo-yah?"

"You do know," Sunoo accuses. His raven-dark hair seems to shine in combination of starlight, moonlight, and streetlight. It is, of course—but in a different way. Kim Sunoo does everything in his own way if he can help it, even if he's not exactly aware of what he's doing.

"Maybe I do," Sunghoon laughs. "Maybe I just want to hear what you think first."

"Fine," Sunoo grumps. That's another adorable thing about him—most of the time, if he's upset, he kind of pouts and sulks instead of getting angry. Of course, pissing him off is never a good idea. But he's adorable all the same. "Stars make me think of a very, how should I say...cliché sort of thing. Soulmates."

Sunghoon snorts. "Do you actually believe in all that crap?"

"No, but I like the idea of it!" Sunoo defends himself. "I mean...it's cute."

"Huh, you seem to think a lot of things are cute."

"Stop that!" he whines. "Why do you tease me so much?!"

"Sunoo-yah," Sunghoon says seriously, "teasing you is my joy."

"God, you're awful," Sunoo pouts. "So, what are stars to you, then?"

"You."

"W-what?" Sunoo blinks, a light color dusting his cheeks. "Stop messing around, really, hyung. It's not funny."

"I'm not messing around, I mean it," Sunghoon says, leaning his head against Sunoo's. They're sitting shoulder to shoulder on the floor, so it's easy. "To me, stars are symbolic of people we see as stars in real life. You're my star, because you shine so bright and, in a way that makes you seem like your fire will never burn out. And, well, it also gives me the energy and happiness I need."

He slides his hand across Sunoo's thighs to lace his fingers with the younger's, his open palm's fingers tucked between Sunoo's own from above. "Honestly, most of the time, a smile from you is all I need to start my day."

Sunoo laughs. "Sunghoon hyung, you're so cheesy," he says, placing his other hand on top of their intertwined ones. "I like this side of you."

"For you, it's going to stay right here. When we're alone, anyway."

#enhypen #park sunghoon #kim sunoo #park sunghoon x kim sunoo #sunsun #fluff #sungsun #fluff fluff fluff #fanfic #fic writing

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waitimcomingtoo · 4 years ago

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I’m Not Half as Bad as You’ve Been Told

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Synopsis: Loki is arrested by the TVA for what he did to you

This can be read on it’s own or as a spin off of in case you don’t live forever

Masterlist

Loki woke up in the Gobi Dessert in Mongolia after being ejected from the sky. The last thing he remembered was taking the tesseract after getting caught by the Avengers in New York. When he opened his eyes, he was met with four armed guards with their weapons pointed at them.

“Hunter B-15 with the Time Variance Authority here. Appears to be a standard sequence violation.” Hunter B-15 read off a small monitor. “Oh and look at that, you’re one of the TVA’s most wanted.”

“I beg your pardon?” Loki asked as he got off the ground.

“Hands up.” Hunter B-15 raised her weapon. “You’re coming with us.”

Before Loki could protest, he was knocked out and had a collar placed around his neck. He was brought to the TVA headquarters and handed off to Agent Mobius after being screened.

“Loki Laufeyson. I’m agent Mobius.” Mobius introduced himself as Loki tugged at his collar. “I hear the Time Keepers find you guilty of tampering with the sacred timeline.”

“The what?” Loki huffed.

“The sacred timeline. Looks like you stole the tesseract and committed crimes against the midgardian Y/n L/n.” The Mobius read off Loki’s file.

“Y/n?” Loki stumbled back at the unexpected mention of your name. “This is about her?”

“That’s part of your charges, yes. You’ll be given more details at your trial. But I’d ike to have a talk with you first. Come this way.” Mobius nodded towards the side and lead Loki to a room with a projector on a long conference table.

“What does this have to do with Y/n? Where is she? Is she all right?” Loki asked as he took a seat behind the projector. He had worried about you since the day you left him, even after you told him you never wanted to see him again.

“She’s fine.” Mobius assured him. “Even after you got a hold of her.”

“Is she here?” Loki hoped. “Could I see her?”

“No.” Mobius answered, making Loki’s face crumple. “She’s on Earth. You know, her home.”

“I know Midgard is her home.” Loki narrowed his eyes. “I also know how much she hated it there. But this all happened ages ago. Why am I being arrested for it now?”

“Well when you took the tesseract from its set path, the TVA was alerted and noticed that this wasn’t your first offense of tampering with the sacred time line. They saw that Y/n L/n never made it back to earth in 2019 after going to Asgard to retrieve the Aether. It went undetected at the time since the Aether made it back to earth like it was supposed to. She was supposed to go back as well, but she never made it. You were the one that kept her there.”

“How is that a crime?” Loki asked. “She wanted to stay with me. She was happy! She was happy on Asgard.”

“Was she?” Mobius raised his eyebrows and turned on the screen. “Because I think she was taken from her family, friends and home. Maybe I’m mistaken, though. Let’s take a look.”

Mobius pressed a button on a remote, and a projection appeared in front of them. Mobius began to fast forward through the foundational moments in Loki’s life until he got to what he was looking for. Loki watched in shock as an image of you, Thor, and Rocket creeping around a pillar in his home appeared on the screen. He wanted to shut his eyes and look away, but it had been so long since he’d seen you. He didn’t have the strength to look away from you now.

“I’m sure you remember why she was there.” Mobius said as he watched the scene unfold. “All she wanted was the infinity stone. She was trying to save the world. She missed her boyfriend and wanted to undo all the damage that Thanos had done. You couldn’t let her do that, could you?”

“The stone still made it back to earth.” Loki protested. “She said herself that she wasn’t an important part of the plan. And her “boyfriend” was nothing but dust particles. She-“

“Shh.” Mobius waved his hand. “The shows about to begin.”

Loki painfully returned his attention to the screen right as your first introduction played out. It was your job to distract Loki while Thor and Rocket collected the Aether.

Asgard 2013

“Who goes there?” Loki cringed at the sound of his own voice. He watched Rocket and Thor hide behind a pillar while you went out into the open. You walked into a room and found Loki lying on a couch, tossing something in the air and catching it. Loki sat up when he saw you, immediately on high alert.

“Who are you?” He demanded. “How did you get in here?”

“I’m so sorry, but my friends and I are here for the festival and I just had to sneak away to find you.” You gushed, trying to it best to look innocent. Loki took long strides towards you as he took in your appearance, highly skeptical of your story.

“My brother isn’t here.” Loki informed you, his voice thick with annoyance. “So you should best be on your way.”

“I’m not here for your brother.” You said coyly. You held his gaze as you signaled for Thor and Rocket to move to the next room.

“You’re here for me?” He cleared his throat to mask the disbelief in his voice. You nodded sweetly as Thor and Rocket snuck past you.

“Of course. My friends are obsessed with your brother, but I’ve always loved you. Won’t you show me a magic trick?” You batted your eyes flirtatiously, making a slight smirk appear on Loki’s face. Meanwhile, the present day Loki was watching the interaction with a pained expression. He remembered how it felt that first time you said you loved him. That was all he needed to hear before falling in love with you just the same.

“A magic trick?” The Loki on screen asked, mischief swirling behind his eyes.

“Well you are the God of Mischief, aren’t you?” You tilted your head to the side and looked at him through your eyelashes. A full, open mouthed smirk dressed his face now. His hand went to yours and it held it up, keeping your wrist tightly between his fingers. Loki brushed the fingers on his other hand over your palm and a diamond appeared. You looked at the beautiful diamond, weightless in your hand, and let out an unexpected gasp.

“Oh, Loki. That’s amazing.” You gave him an over dramatic sigh, but he completely fell for it. “But I don’t care much for diamonds. I haven’t any use for them.”

Loki felt a twinge of competition brewing in his chest, like he had to win your approval. You faked a yawn and his eyes gleamed with determination.

“You don’t like that? Well how about this?” Loki challenged and waved his fingers over your palm again. This time, a flower appeared. It didn’t look like any earthly flower. It was ten times more beautiful and smelled better than anything you had ever smelled before. The flowers colors were green and black with accents of gold, just like Loki’s outfit. You stared at the flower in amazement before looking up shyly at him. If you weren’t mistaken, the God of Mischief had a blush on his cheeks as he watched your face carefully for approval. Loki then picked up the flower and tucked it behind your ear. He began to lean in slightly, but you were interrupted by Thor and Rocket knocking over a vase. You noticed they had the stone and were ready to go. Luckily, you saw them before Loki did.

“What was-“ Loki began to turn his head towards the sound but you quickly put a hand behind his head and pulled him into a kiss. You felt his eyes flutter shut as you opened yours, catching sight of Rocket and Thor pretending to gag out of the corner of your eye. With one hand, you motioned for them to move. They quickly scattered and you pulled away from the kiss. Loki was fully blushing now but doing his best to conceal it, though his best wasn’t good enough. He seemed completely bewildered, making you wonder if he’d ever kissed anyone before. You touched your fingertips to your lips and felt a pang of guilt. This was your first time kissing someone other than Peter Parker in 5 years, and it made you feel guilty with how much you enjoyed it. Loki appeared to be just as lost in his thoughts as you were as he struggled to catch his breath. He ran a hand over the long black hair that you had slightly messed up in the back.

“Thanks for the flower. And for everything else. Bye!” You tried to make a quick escape, but Loki caught your arm.

“Wait!” He pulled you back towards him and looked at you with wide eyes. “Will I see you again?”

“No.” You smiled sadly. “I don’t think you will.”

“You’re not from here, are you?” He asked. “I know a Midgardian when I see one.”

“Good catch.” You let out a short laugh. “No, I’m not from here. I’m not even from this reality. I just needed to borrow something from your present. I’m from Earth, and I really have to get back.”

You tried to leave again, but Loki followed after to you and caught you by the waist. You stumbled back into his arms and blinked in surprise.

“Won’t you stay?” He asked hopefully. “We only just met. Do you have to leave so soon?”

“I do.” You frowned. “I’m sorry. I really need to go home.”

“All right.” Loki reluctantly let go of you. “If you must.”

You looked at him for a moment and chewed on your bottom lip, contemplating what to do. You looked behind you and saw Thor and Rocket preparing to leave. You motioned for them to leave without you before looking back at Loki.

“Do you have a pen?” You asked him.

“A what?”

“To write with.” You chuckled and motioned as of you were writing something down. Loki waved his hand and made a quill appear out of thin air, along with a piece of paper.

“That’ll work.” You shrugged and took the quill. You wrote your name and address down on the paper and handed it to him.

“If you’re ever on earth.” You smiled shyly. “Come find me.”

“I will.” He nodded eagerly.

“I really have to go now.” You said as you looked over your shoulder to where Thor was hiding. You turned back to Loki and gave him one last kiss, surprising the both of you.

“You’ll see me again.” You said softly. “Maybe not in this timeline, but the next.”

“That’s enough.” Loki interrupted, making the screen pause. “I know what happens. And since you’ve been studying me all my life as you claim, so do you. We don’t need to watch anymore.”

“I get it, you’re impatient.” Mobius held up his hands. “We can fast forward. How about we go to the part where you used magic to break her suit? Your brother was able to get back to Earth just fine, but she was stuck on Asgard. All because of you.”

Mobius pointed a remote at the screen and fast forwarding through Loki sneaking you to his bed chambers. He stopped when he got to you and Loki sitting on his silk sheeted bed.

“I don’t know why it won’t work.” You sighed as you touched all the buttons on your suit. “I must’ve run out of Pym Particles or something. I need to fix it so I can get back to Earth.”

“Right, right. Earth.” Loki said with disinterest. “What did you need to borrow anyway?”

“The aether.” You told him as the decor in his room caught your attention. You began to look at all his golden trinkets and stolen objects with awe.

“An infinity stone?” He was taken aback. “But why?”

“In the future, Thanos wipes out half the universe.” You began. “I’m on a recovery mission with the rest of the Avengers to collect the Infinity Stones to undo what he did. We’re trying to bring all the people back.”

“Half the people in the universe gone?” He gasped. “That sounds awful.”

“It is.” You stilled for a moment. “Honestly, I’m miserable. Absolutely miserable. All my family vanished. My boyfriend is gone. Half the Avengers are gone. The sky isn’t even blue anymore. It’s horrible.”

“So you aren’t happy there?” Loki asked as he walked over to you, a little jealousy bubbling when you mentioned a boyfriend.

“I hate it.” You admitted. “Everywhere I turn, I’m reminded of what I lost. That’s why it’s so important that we bring everyone back.”

“But what if your plan fails?” Loki wondered. “What if you don’t bring back all the stones? Or what if you do, but it doesn’t bring anyway back?”

“Then I don’t know what I’d do.” You shrugged sadly. “This plan is all I have. If it fails…”

“You don’t even want to think about that, do you?” He finished your sentence when you trailed off. You looked at him and nodded softly, grateful that he understood.

“Yeah.” You said quietly. “It’s too hard to imagine.”

“See?” Loki interrupted again. “She was miserable on Earth. She said it herself. I was trying to save her from a lifetime of misery.”

“I think you’re forgetting something.” Mobius reminded him.

“Forgetting what?” Loki scoffed.

“The plan worked.” Mobius said. “Thor brought the Aether back to her original timeline, and the Avengers were able to bring everyone back. She was supposed to go too, but she was left on Asgard. That was your first offense with the TVA.”

“Oh, screw the TVA.” Loki slammed his hand on the table. “She didn’t want to go back to Earth. She was unhappy there.”

“Is that why you told her Earth was destroyed?” Mobius asked. Loki stilled and sank in his seat as he was reminded of his lies. Mobius fast forwarded again, but didn’t play another scene. Instead, he paused on a clip of you looked utterly devestated. Loki had to look away, not wanting to see you in that much pain.

“Now, I’m not gonna play this part.” Mobius shook his head. “Because even I find it hard to watch. But you need to know what you did, so I’ll remind you.”

“You don’t need to do this.” Loki seethed. “I know what I did. I know what I told her.”

“Fine, then.” Mobius shrugged. “Why don’t you tell me what happened?”

Loki sucked in a sharp breath before looking back at the screen. The image of your desolate expression had never left his memory, so he really didn’t need to see it again to be reminded of what he had done.

“She tried to leave again.” Loki began as he stared at the screen. “I knocked her out with my magic. When she woke up, I told her Thanos had destroyed Earth and everyone on it. I said there was nothing left for her to return to.”

“She was devestated.” Mobius said quietly.

“I know she was.” Loki snapped. “She cried for a month straight.”

“So why’d you do it?” Mobius put his hands on his hips. “Why did you lie to her?”

“I didn’t want her to go.” Loki admitted, growing disgusted with himself. “I wanted her to stay with me on Asgard. She wouldn’t want to go back to Earth if she thought there was no Earth to go back to.”

“Why keep her?” Mobius wondered. “You barely knew her. Why hold her hostage like that?”

“She wasn’t held hostage.” Loki growled. “She was safe and loved and happy. No one on Asgard was taken better care of than she was. And I may not have known here when she first arrived, but we became inseparable after a while. We were almost married, for Odin’s sake. I’ll show you.”

Loki grabbed the remote from Mobius and pressed a button, fast forwarding until he found what he was looking for.

“Look.” Loki proudly pointed to the screen. “Watch this.”

He pressed play and watched as a memory of you and him played out on the screen.

“Where are we going?” You asked as Loki lead you somewhere with his hands over your eyes.

“Almost there. So impatient.” He clicked his tongue.

“You’ve taken me around the whole palace.” You chuckled. “I have a right to be impatient.”

“I suppose you’re right.” Loki stopped walking but didn’t remove his hands. “All right. We’re here.”

You pulled his hands off of your face and found yourself in front of two large green doors.

“Wow.” You said sarcastically. “Doors.

“Open the doors.” He rolled his eyes. You gave him a playful look over your shoulder before pushing the doors open.

“Oh my God.” You gasped when the doors opened. The room was decorated from ceiling to floor with all kinds of Asgardian wildlife. I’m the center of the room, your name was spelled out in the flower Loki had presented you with on the day you met. There was a running waterfall that cascading from the ceiling to the ground, leaving a soothing babbling sound throughout the room.

“It’s yours.” Loki said as he watched your reaction. “You mentioned once that you always wanted a garden. Now you do.”

“Oh, Loki.” You turned around and rushed into his arms. He stumbled back in surprise before hugging you back tightly.

“This is the nicest thing anyones ever done for me.” You mumbled against his chest.

“Well, you’ve been so upset lately. I wanted to cheer you up.” He said as he stroked your hair. It had been a month since he lied to you and told you that Earth was destroyed, and you were finally starting to act like yourself again.

“Thank you.” You pulled away to look at him. “I love it. It’s beautiful.”

“I truly hope you like it, darling.” He said softly as he brushed your cheek with his thumb. “It’s all yours.”

You looked into his eyes for a moment before your gaze fell to his lips. Since your last kiss, Loki had brought you food and kept you company every day. You had a built up a friendship with him since arriving to Asgard, but now you felt differently. There was a connection from the very first day, but it had gotten lost in your lament over your planets alleged destruction. Now, there was nothing stopping you from feeling that connection again. You hesitated before leaning it to kiss him. Just like last time, you felt his eyes flutter shut before he kissed you back. His hands cupped your face as you reached your arms around his neck. Loki watched your first kiss on the screen with a proud but mournful smile.

“Isn’t that something?” Mobius said as he paused the screen. Loki blinked back to reality and wiped his face, not realizing until that moment he had been crying.

“That scene speaks for itself.” Loki cleared his throat and tried to act like he hadn’t been crying. “You can see how happy she was. She loved that garden. And she loved me.”

“I don’t doubt that.” Mobius nodded. “But it’s hard to see past the fact that your entire relationship was built on a lie. She was only with you because she thought her home was destroyed.”

“She was with me for three years.” Loki said sharply. “The lie may have kept her there in the beginning, but she stayed willingly after that. She wanted to be on Asgard. She wanted to be with me.”

“Maybe. But she wasn’t supposed to be.” Mobius reminded him. “That wasn’t her timeline. She was supposed to be on Earth. She was supposed to be with Peter.”

“Peter?” Loki sputtered in disdain. “Peter Parker? Her little boyfriend from when she was a teenager?”

“In most time lines, they end up together.” Mobius said, knocking the wind out of Loki’s chest. “She went on that mission because she wanted to bring him back. Do you think she would have stayed, even for a second, if she knew her boyfriend Peter was alive back on Earth?”

“She told me they were 17 when the Thanos wiped out half the universe. That means Peter would’ve been 17 when he returned. She was 22 when she came to Asgard. She hadn’t been his girlfriend for 5 years. She had grown up. Her life went on. They would’ve had nothing in common anymore.”

“But she was supposed-“

“Who cares what she was supposed to do?” Loki snapped. “Why does the TVA get to decided what she was supposed to do or where she was supposed to be?”

“They’re the Time Keepers. They make the rules. And the rules say you can’t take someone from a different timeline and marry them. Oh, that reminds me.”

“Reminds you of what?”

“Your punishment. Mobius pressed a different button and a cloudy box appeared. “Go in there while I get the rest of your files.”

“What? I’m not going in there.” Loki scoffed.

“Don’t make me get the guards.” Mobius sighed. Loki clenched his jaw and looked at the ceiling, not wanting to be overpowered by the guards again. He reluctantly stood up, gave Mobius a sarcastic smile, and went through the cloudy portal.

As soon as Loki stepped through the portal, he stepped into his bedroom back on Asgard. He took another step forward, just as something stirred in his sheets. You sat up all the sudden, hair messy and wearing Loki’s horned crown. It was too big for your head and hung in your eyes, but the sight still took Loki’s breath away.

“Y/n?” Loki gasped and stepped forward.

“Hi.” You said before yawning. “I wanted to talk to you about something.”

“Go ahead.” Loki nodded eagerly. He failed to see how this was a punishment. It had been so long since he last saw you that this felt more like a reward.

“I want our wedding to be earth themed.” You told him as you took his hands in yours.

“Our…our wedding?” Loki asked. He looked around the room and realized that he was not actually with you, but reliving a memory from years ago.

“Yeah.” You smiled shyly. “I just miss it so much. I want it to be a part of our special day.”

Loki found himself at a loss for words. He knew that when this memory originally happened, he had continued to lie to you and lead you to believe Earth had been destroyed. This time, he knew better and kept his mouth shut.

“We could have sunflowers.” You continued. “That was my favorite flower back on earth. And we could serve earth food and play earth music and-“

“Of course darling.” He cut you off and squeezed your hand. “Whatever you want. We will have it all.”

“Thank you. And if it’s not too much to ask, I want a minute of silence where everyone lights a candle.” You said quietly. “For Peter.”

Loki gulped and forced a smile, that line causing him just as much pain now as it did then.

“Of course.”

“Thank you.” You stood up from the bed and hugged him tightly. Loki hugged you back with a troubling frown on his face. He had forgotten how guilty he felt every time he had to lie to you. He pulled away and brought you into a long kiss, wordlessly trying to convey that he loved you and was sorry.

“I can’t wait. I can’t tell you how much I miss earth.” You sighed against his lips.

“Mm hm.” He gulped.

“I just wish I could’ve seen it one last time.” You frowned, eyes growing tearful. “I feel so guilty all the time. I would’ve died too if I had gone back with Thor when I was supposed to.”

“Then it’s a good thing you didn’t go.” Loki said weakly, knowing Thor was very much alive in your timeline back on Earth.

“I know.” You sighed. “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to shake the survivors guilt. It makes me sick sometimes.”

Loki stayed silent as he fingers drummed against your waist. Before he could respond, his body jerked back and he suddenly reentered the room.

“Hi.” You said before yawning. “I wanted to talk to you about something.”

Loki looked behind him before looking back at you. The memory played all over again, forcing him to lie to you once again. When you told him how guilty you felt, he was sent back and had to relive the moment over again. Each time he had to lie to you, he felt more disgusted with himself. After the thirteenth time, he had enough.

“I lied to you.” He admitted. “Earth was never destroyed. Thor and all the Avengers and your family, they’re all fine.”

“What?” You blinked in confusion.

“I’m not your savior. I didn’t save you from anything. I stole you from your time line because I fell in love with you the moment we met. You were the first person to show a a genuine interest in me, and I took advantage of that. And for that, I am deeply, deeply sorry.”

“Oh, Loki.” You sighed and stroked his face. “It’s too late for that.”

“What?” He frowned as he wrapped his hand around your wrist to keep your palm against his face.

“I’m not even here.” You whispered.

“All right Loki.” Mobius walked through the portal before Loki could answer you. “I got the rest of your files. Let’s go.”

“But…I can’t just leave her.” Loki held on to you tightly.

“She’s not even real.” Mobius shrugged as he held up his remote. It pulled Loki back through the portal and he stumbled back into his seat.

“Here’s the last one.” Mobius said, but Loki wasn’t listening. He was still thinking about how it felt to touch you one last time. He blinked back a tear before looking up at the screen. You were there once again, talking to one of the new maids.

“Oh, I wasn’t born here.” He heard you telling the maid. “I’m from Earth.”

“A midgardian?” The maid smiled. “Wow. You’re quite far from home.”

“I know.” You smiled sadly. “I miss it every day. But I’m happy here. I’m really happy with Loki.”

“If you miss it, why don’t you go back?” The maid asked, making Loki suck in a breath. He knew exactly what was coming.

“Go back?” You furrowed your eyebrows. “What do you mean? Earth was destroyed three years ago.”

“No it wasn’t.” The nurse laughed. “Earth is fine.”

The audio faded out as you turned to look at Loki. He felt like you were looking right through him, down to his rotten soul. Your face was frozen in horror and betrayal as you finally learned the truth. Three years after arriving on Asgard, you found out your home hadn’t been destroyed after all. It was all a lie. A lie told to you by the man you thought you loved.

“Stop.” Loki choked out. “Stop it. Turn it off.”

Mobius paused the screen and looked at Loki in silence. To his surprise, Loki was wiping his tears off on the sleeves of his jumpsuit. His eyes were red and full of remorse as he looked up at the screen.

“I don’t need it see it again.” He whispered. “I know she trusted me. I know I betrayed her. I did that.”

“So you understand why the TVA is arresting you?” Mobius asked softly. “You didn’t just steal the tesseract. You stole that girl from her reality. Even if she loved you, she was never supposed to be with you.”

Loki nodded before hanging his head in shame. He knew what he had done was wrong. He knew it the entire time he was doing it. Even though he betrayed you out of his love for you, he still betrayed you.

“You’re right.” Loki said sincerely. “She was never mine to keep. Never mine to lose either.”

“No, she wasn’t.” Mobius agreed as he watched Loki curiously. The look of utter remorse on Loki’s face was out of character after everything Mobius had studied about him.

“Could you just tell me if she’s all right?” Loki sniffled. “That’s all I ask. Is she okay?”

“She’s fine.” Mobius answered. “She’s fighting for the Avengers again and reunited with her family.”

“Is she still miserable?”

“No.” Mobius smiled a little. “Not anymore.”

“And…and Peter?” His voice was barely audible now.

“Don’t worry about that.” Mobius told him. “It won’t do you any good. And for what it’s worth, there are timelines that exists where she stays. There’s even a timeline where you two are alligators and rule a kingdom in a lake.”

Loki smiled too, grateful that you were able to move on after his betrayal. Mobius furrowed his eyebrows at the sight of Loki genuinely caring about another human being, something he was not used to seeing.

“I could show you one more thing.” Mobius offered sympathetically. Loki reluctantly looked back at the screen as the man his play. To his surprise, all the good moments of his relationship with you flashed before him. All the kisses and laughter, fond smiles and endearing moments played on the screen, bringing tears to his eyes. He leaned toward on the table to get as close to you as possible, reaching out towards you with his shackled hands. The screen went blank suddenly, and his smile fell.

“They’re ready for you.” Mobius said as he checked his phone. “I can take you to the court now.”

Loki stayed silent as he was lead to the courtroom and sat in front of the judge. All he could think about was the moments of happiness he had been able to relive.

“Loki Laufeyson.” The judge brought his attention back. “How do you plead?

Loki blinked a few times, your smile flashing before him each time he closed his eyes. He thought about he had caused that smile to fade with every lie he told, and that’s when he knew he had his answer. He looked the judge right in the eye and entered his plea.

“Guilty.”

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