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Cracks in the Quiet (Sukuna x Fem Reader)

Authors Note: Wowwww it has been a LONG TIME! Life has been pleasantly busy, but I decided to write another Sukuna fic since my last few were surprisingly popular. Anyways, enjoy my friends! There will be a part 2! Also, this is a modern AU

word count: 888

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You noticed him before he noticed you. Hard not to. With a face like that, tattoos like war paint, and the kind of presence that made the air feel heavier when he walked into the room. 

He wasn’t a regular, not yet at least. But he started showing up at the shitty ramen shop where you worked part-time, always at odd hours, always sitting in the farthest booth. He never said much. Just stared. Ate. Left. And tipped too well for someone who dressed like a delinquent.

 The third time he came in, he spoke. “Do you always look at people like that?” he asked, voice low, sharp around the edges. 

You blinked. “Like what?”

“Like you’re trying to read their obituary.”

You paused. Then smiled. “Only when they look like they’ve written a few.”

That made something flicker in his eyes. Not quite amusement, not quite interest. But he didn’t look away. Neither did you.

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The next time he came in, it was raining hard enough to make the windows rattle. You were halfway through cleaning a spill when the bell above the door jingled and there he was again, red eyes half-lidded, water dripping from his dark hoodie, a cigarette tucked behind his ear like a warning sign.

He slid into the far booth without a word. You waited a few minutes before approaching, towel still in hand.“The usual?” you asked. He glanced up, lips twitching at the corner. “You remember.”

“Kind of my job.”

“Hm. Still, most people forget me on purpose.”

You raised a brow. “That sounds like a you problem.” That got the smallest laugh out of him, quiet and almost reluctant. You weren’t sure if you were supposed to hear it.

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He started coming more often after that. Never daily. But enough that your coworkers started giving you looks every time he walked in. You didn’t know his name. Still didn’t ask. He didn’t ask yours, either. There was a sort of mutual agreement, an unspoken boundary neither of you felt like crossing yet.

But each time he came in, you talked a little more. Not always about anything important. Once, he asked if you believed in ghosts. Another time, he asked what you’d do if the shop burned down overnight.

“Start fresh,” you said. “Hopefully somewhere with better air conditioning.”

“Practical,” he said. “I thought you might say something dramatic.”

“I save the drama for people who deserve it.”

He hummed. “I ever get to see that side of you?”

You looked at him. “Not unless you set the shop on fire.” He just smirked.

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One late shift, you caught him watching you instead of his food. Not in a creepy way. Just… observing. You wiped down a table and looked up. “You know, staring’s extra. It’s not on the menu.”

He leaned back in his seat. “You’re more interesting than most people.”

“That’s not hard. Most people who come in here are either drunk or too busy texting to look up.”

“And you?”

You tossed the rag back on the cart. “I’m just here for the paycheck.”

“Liar.”

You raised a brow. “You don’t know me well enough to say that.”

“No,” he said. “But I will.”

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The more he came in, the more you started to learn the small things. He hated bean sprouts. Always picked them out. Preferred his broth spicy. Liked to eat slowly, like he had all the time in the world. He didn’t like being interrupted. His phone rarely rang.

You learned the way his voice dropped when he was tired, and how he’d sometimes look at the door too long, like he was waiting for someone who never showed. And Sukuna... you learned his name one night when your coworker nervously said it under her breath after he left.

It clicked then. The tattoos. The eyes. The way people avoided sitting too close to his booth.

Ryomen Sukuna. The name was whispered in Tokyo’s darker corners. Supposedly connected to things that didn’t make the news, things you weren’t supposed to ask about.

But somehow, with you, he was just a quiet man with sharp eyes and a ridiculous hatred for bean sprouts. So you didn’t say anything.

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One night, you brought him his order without him asking. He looked up, mildly impressed. “No menu. No questions. Getting bold.”

You smirked. “I’ve seen you eat this enough times to know your tastes.”

“You know my tastes, huh?” His voice dipped, teasing. “Dangerous thing to say.” You gave him a flat look. “If I cared about danger, I wouldn’t be talking to you.”

He tilted his head, watching you with that unreadable expression again. Then, almost thoughtful. “You’re not afraid of me.”

“Nope.”

“You should be.”

You shrugged. “Maybe. But you haven’t given me a reason yet.” Something flickered in his eyes. Like he didn’t know whether that was annoying or impressive.

Then he just said, “Fair enough.”

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It wasn’t romantic. Not yet. But you started waiting for him, even when you told yourself not to. You caught yourself checking the door every time the bell rang.

And once, when he didn’t come in for four nights straight, you realized how quiet the shop felt without him. How empty his booth looked.

How long the shifts felt without a conversation you weren’t supposed to enjoy.

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Life After War (Levi Ackerman x Fem Reader)

Authors Note: Hi everyone! I am so sorry it has been such a long time! I recently got married, and me and my husband have been working full time, so I have not really had any time to write! But, my goal is to write at least one to two stories per week! I know I usually write JJK stuff, but today I am going to write a short story around the Attack on Titan world!

Summary: After the battle of Heaven and Earth, Levi has been having a hard time adjusting to life. But, thanks to Y/N, post war life has been easier.

Word Count: 1276

In the aftermath of the Battle of Heaven and Earth, the world had changed drastically. The titans were gone, and the remnants of humanity began to rebuild their lives in a world free from the fear that had oppressed them for so long. However, for Levi Ackerman, the struggle was far from over. The battle had left him with severe injuries, both visible and hidden deep within his soul.

Levi’s body was a testament to the brutality of war. His once agile and powerful frame was now marred with scars and stiffened by the lingering pain of his wounds. His right hand, a vital tool for his blade work, was damaged beyond repair. The bandages that covered his injuries were a constant reminder of his limitations, a bitter pill for someone who had always relied on his physical prowess. The stoic captain found himself in an unfamiliar place: vulnerable and dependent.

Levi spent most of his days in a small, modest apartment in a city that was untouched by the rumbling, far from the small island he once called home. The apartment was a gift from Gabi, Falco, and Onyankopon. A place where he could find solace and recover at his own pace. Despite the peaceful surroundings, Levi was restless. He felt caged by his injuries, haunted by the faces of those he had lost, and burdened by a future that seemed uncertain.

Luckily though, Levi still had you in his life. Out of all the friends and comrades he has had over the years, you were the one who managed to survive and stick by his side. The two of you had been in a romantic relationship only two months after the discovery of the Ocean and lands beyond Paridis. 

Despite the tranquil setting, Levi's restlessness was palpable. Each day, the battle replayed in his mind, a relentless loop of bloodshed and loss. The faces of fallen comrades haunted him, their sacrifices etched deeply into his memory. He often found himself staring at the bandages on his hand, a grim reminder of his altered reality.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the city, you entered the apartment. You had been out getting some groceries, hoping to lift Levi’s spirits with some of his favorite foods and of course his favorite tea. The moment you walked in, you could sense his unease. His eyes, though still sharp, held a distant look, as if he were lost in a world of his own making.

"Levi," you called softly, setting the bags down on the kitchen counter. "I brought some tea. Thought it might help you relax."

He turned to you, his gaze softening slightly. "Thank you," he replied, his voice carrying a hint of weariness. "You always know what I need."

You approached him, taking a seat beside him on the small sofa. "How are you feeling today?" you asked, gently placing your hand on his.

He let out a sigh, his shoulders slumping ever so slightly. "It's...difficult," he admitted. "Being like this, unable to do the things I used to...it’s frustrating."

You only nod your head, standing up to prepare some tea for him. Over the years, you learned how to make tea to his liking. “I know how this has been hard on you, but you have my love and support, and the love and support of other people who care deeply for you.”

Levi watched as you prepared the tea, the familiar routine providing a small measure of comfort. He appreciated your unwavering support, though he struggled to express it in words. As you handed him the steaming cup, he took it gratefully, savoring the aroma.

"Thank you," he said again, this time with a bit more strength. "I don't say it enough, but I’m grateful for you every day."

You smiled warmly, giving him a kiss before sitting back down beside him. "And I'm grateful for you too. We'll find a way to move forward together. It has been hard and it has taken some time, but we are all figuring out this new life."

He only gave a quiet nod in response, which was something you had expected and grown quite used to over the years. The rest of the evening, the two of you sat together in the peace of your apartment, sharing positive memories of life before the war.

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As the days turned into weeks and then months, Levi began to find solace in the small, simple pleasures of life. One day, while you were out for a walk together, Levi stopped in front of a quaint, abandoned shop. The building was worn and dusty, but it had a certain charm to it.

"This place," Levi said, looking at it with a contemplative expression. "It could be something...something good."

You held onto his arm to help support him as you followed his gaze, seeing the potential in the old shop. "What do you have in mind?" you asked, already having an idea of what he was thinking. This was something he would bring up quite often when you first started your relationship. 

"A tea shop," he replied. "A place where people can come and find a moment of peace. I’ve always found comfort in tea...maybe others will too."

You smiled, making a mental note to yourself that you just knew what he was going to say. "I think that’s a wonderful idea, Levi. We can make it happen."

With determination set on making this space something new, the two of you set to work on transforming the old shop. It was a labor of love, one that brought you both closer together. Levi, despite his injuries, poured his heart into the project. You handled the heavy lifting and intricate tasks, while Levi directed and contributed with his keen eye for detail.

The shop slowly came to life, the walls adorned with simple, elegant decorations and shelves lined with a variety of teas. Levi's favorite blends were prominently displayed, along with some new ones you had discovered together. The space was warm and inviting, a stark contrast to the changed world outside.

“In all honesty, I think this place is going to be pretty popular.” You said, putting some books on a bookshelf to give the tea shop more character.

Levi was currently organizing the stock of teas, agreeing to what you had said. “I only hope it does. We spent a lot of our money on this place.”

You smile, heading over to Levi as you gently rubbed his shoulders. “Trust me, everyone will love it here. Besides, this is the first tea shop in town, so I’d expect people to be drawn into our place.” You knelt down next to where Levi was, helping him get a proper stock of each blend. “….What if once a month we can do story time and have the children in this town come with their parents? You could read to them!”

Levi looked at you, giving an unamused look. “I don’t know about that. Kids just pick their nose and make things all dirty.”

You fondly roll your eyes, knowing that your stubborn lover will eventually come around to the idea. “Whatever you say sweetheart.”

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On the day of the grand opening, a small crowd gathered outside the shop. Among them were Gabi, Falco, and Onyankopon, their faces beaming with pride and excitement. As Levi and you stood at the entrance, ready to welcome the first customers, he took your hand in his, a rare but cherished gesture of affection he made in public.

"Thank you," he said softly, looking into your eyes. "For believing in me, and for helping me find a new purpose."

You squeezed his hand, your heart full of love and admiration. "Always, Levi. This is just the beginning."

The doors opened, and people began to fill the shop, their faces lighting up as they took in the serene atmosphere. Levi moved among them with a quiet grace, offering recommendations and sharing stories behind the different teas. You watched him, seeing the man you loved finding joy in bringing comfort to others.

The tea shop quickly became a beloved fixture in the community. It was a place where people could escape the chaos of the world and find a moment of peace. Levi's reputation as a skilled and compassionate host grew, and so did the bonds he formed with the people who visited.

As the sun set on the shop’s first day, you and Levi sat together, sipping tea and reflecting on the journey that had brought you here. The future still held uncertainties, but you faced them together.

In the aftermath of the battle, the world had indeed changed drastically. But amid the ruins, you and Levi had built something beautiful—something that honored the past while embracing the future. And in that small tea shop, you found a haven where love, resilience, and the simple pleasure of a well-brewed cup of tea could heal even the deepest wounds.

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Opposites Attract (Ryomen Sukuna x Fem Reader)

Authors note: I am so sorry I took so long to write another story! I hope you enjoy this one. I noticed a lot of you loved my other Sukuna oneshot, so I am here with another one for you guys! Sukuna once again is a loving husband to his wife, but he still teases her and has his snarky comments. Very fluff filled!!!!!!!!!

Authors note pt 2: Sukuna in this looks like his OG human form, but without the extra arms and eyes. HE LOOKS DIFFERENT FROM YUJI! But yeah, that's how I imagine he looks in this. Also, this is in a modern au with no sorcery.

Word Count: 1470

In a quiet, modern society, far removed from the supernatural world of curses and sorcery, Ryomen Sukuna was leading a completely ordinary life. He was married to a wonderful woman named Y/N, who was the complete opposite of him in many ways. She was the antithesis of her husband, radiating warmth and kindness wherever she went. Her sunny disposition was like a beacon of light that thawed his icy exterior. Despite his moody and unpredictable behavior, she knew he loved her deeply. She could see it in the way his eyes softened when he looked at her, in the subtle smiles he reserved for her alone. Even when he called her "brat", she knew he meant well.

Their life together was filled with ordinary, everyday moments that were just perfect for the two of them. Ryomen Sukuna's work was demanding, but as soon as he stepped through the door of their cozy home, he was a different man. He shed the weight off the world outside and transformed into a cuddly, affectionate husband. Although his verbal comments didn't change much, the physical transformation showed the other side to this man. The two practically followed each other around the house, sharing meals, watching TV, Y/N sitting with him in the garage while he worked on a project, or simply enjoying each other's company.

One sunny afternoon, Ryomen Sukuna returned home from work, expecting the usual warm greeting from Y/N. However, the house was eerily silent, and he couldn't hear her familiar laughter or the clatter of pots in the kitchen. Concerned, he called out for her, but there was no response.

Worry gnawed at Ryomen Sukuna as he made his way through their home, his search for Y/N intensifying with every step. He finally found her in the bathroom, lying on the floor beside the bathtub. She had slipped and fallen while trying to step out of the shower, and a pained grimace distorted her usually radiant face.

Rushing to her side, Ryomen Sukuna's heart filled with alarm as he gently rubber her shoulders, moving some wet strands of hair out of her face. "Y/N, what happened?" he asked, his voice laced with worry.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she tried to explain through the pain, "I slipped when I got out of the shower. I think I hurt my tailbone. It hurts so much, Ryomen."

 Sukuna's normally stoic demeanor melted away in an instant as he held Y/N close, his worry for her evident in his eyes. "Don't worry, Y/N. I've got you." he whispered softly, his hands cradling her with the utmost care. Gently, he picked her up, walking into their room as he laid her slowly onto their bed.

With a loving tenderness that Y/N had seen countless times in their relationship but never ceased to amaze her, he gently examined her, trying to determine the extent of her injury. He frowned when he realized that her fall had indeed injured her tailbone, the skin around her lower back already starting to bruise and swell. "I will call the doctor and see if he can come over." Before calling the doctor, he got her dried off and dressed in bed, trying to keep her in as little discomfort as he could. 

"I love how quickly you go from 'I hate you brat.' too, 'I love you so much and I am going to take great care of you.'" Y/N said with a small smile.

Ryomen chuckled softly, his eyes filled with both relief and affection as he continued to fuss over Y/N. "Well, it's not every day that my wife takes a tumble in the shower, now is it? I can't have you in pain, Y/N." he replied, his voice laced with sincerity. "And you know I don't hate you, brat. You mean the world to me."

"I know you don't hate me. But 'I hate you brat' just translates to 'I love you' in your own way. I'm right Ryo, I know I am."

Ryomen smiled at Y/N's understanding, grateful that she knew him so well. "You're absolutely right." he admitted, his fingers gently brushing her cheek. "I may not always express it the way you do, but my love for you is immeasurable. You're the best thing that ever happened to me."

As he spoke, he gently brushed a strand of Y/N's hair away from her face and tucked it behind her ear. The doctor arrived shortly after, and Ryomen stayed by Y/N's side throughout the examination and treatment. Once the doctor left, Y/N was pretty disappointed with the results. "Of course the only way to take care of a broken tailbone is to do nothing! All I can do is take pain medicine and lay in bed!" Y/N said with heavy annoyance in her voice. 

Sukuna couldn't help but chuckle at Y/N's frustration. "Well, it looks like you have a perfect excuse to be pampered now. Just next time, ask me to be pampered instead of slipping in the bathroom, clutz." he teased gently, his fingers tracing comforting patterns on her hand. "But, you can catch up on all those books you've been wanting to read, so that's a plus in a way."

Y/N couldn't help but smile through the pain, her heart warmed by her husband's care and light-hearted teasing. "I guess you're right, Ryo. I'll have plenty of time to catch up on my reading, and I won't have to lift a finger for a while."

"............Nerd." He responded back to her. He wasn't the biggest reader, so he had every right to call her that. 

Y/N playfully swatted his arm, despite the pain in her tailbone. "Well, at least this 'nerd' won't have to worry about tripping over her own feet anymore." she retorted, her eyes sparkling with humor.

Ryomen chuckled and leaned down to place a gentle kiss on her forehead. "That's true. I'll make sure to keep a close eye on you, my accident-prone girl." he said, his voice full of affection.

Over the next week, Sukuna took time off work to spend time with his injured wife. From cooking meals, helping her into the bathroom, or even reading to her when she begged him to do so, he was there for her. 

Their days together turned into a blend of laughter, occasional teasing, and heartfelt conversations. Y/N's injury had brought them even closer, and the constant care and attention from Sukuna made her heart swell with love.

One evening, as they sat on their bed, Y/N couldn't help but reflect on how fortunate she was to have him in her life. "You know, Ryo," she began, her voice filled with gratitude, "I don't know what I'd do without you. You've been my rock through all of this."

Ryomen smiled and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her close. "And I don't know what I'd do without you either, Y/N. Although we are quite literally opposites in demeanor and personality, I guess the saying that opposites attract is true."

Y/N leaned her head on his shoulder, a contented sigh escaping her lips. "I guess I'm lucky to have a grumpy, moody husband who turns into a big softie when I'm hurt." she teased.

Sukuna chuckled, his hand gently stroking her hair. "Well, you're stuck with me, brat. And I wouldn't have it any other way." After a few moments of sitting together in a comfortable silence, Sukuna looked down at his wife. "You stink. Let me help you shower so you don't slip and fall. Clumsy brat." 

Y/N only rolled her eyes with a soft smile. "You helped me shower the other day, I know I don't stink that bad."

His lips curved into a smirk as he teasingly replied, "You've been in bed for a whole week practically. Yeah you got of bed, but that was to go pee, take a shit, or shower. You definitely stink." He then added more seriously, "But don't worry, I'll make sure you're safe and sound. I've got you."

Y/N chuckled, grateful for his unwavering support and love. "I suppose I can't argue with that. Thanks for taking such good care of me, Ryo." He smiles, responding to her. "It's my job, brat."

As he helped her to the bathroom, they both knew that even though they were different in so many ways, their love was a bond that nothing could break. Y/N's injury had brought them closer, and they were determined to cherish each other for the rest of their days, no matter how opposite they might be from each other. 

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Hey guys! I am so sorry I haven’t been active. I got my wisdom teeth removed, and recovery has been pretty bad so I’m taking time off writing. I will hopefully have a chapter up on Monday or Tuesday! Love you all❤️

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Flames (Choso x Fem Reader)

Authors note: In honor of today's episode, I am going to write another Choso x Reader! I literally love this man so much, he deserves so much love and appreciation. Also, this chapter kinda goes hand in hand with the manga and kinda goes a little off track with the manga. So it is half and half with the events in the manga. You will see when you read it.

Synopsis: Y/N and Choso have been together for quite some time. When the fight between Sukuna and Jogo takes place, fire is spread everywhere. Y/N tries to save as many people as she can out of burning buildings. But after Choso realizes Y/N is late to the spot they were supposed to meet at, he just knows something is wrong.

Word count: 1411

The Shibuya Incident had erupted into an inferno of chaos and devastation. Flames raged throughout the streets, buildings crumbled, and the air was thick with despair. Amidst this chaos, Choso Kamo and Y/N found themselves on opposite sides of the battle. Choso, who is one of the Cursed Wombs, was born into the world of curses and was brought up to fight against humans and sorcerers. Choso had just fought against Yuji not long ago, and learned that Yuji was his younger brother after having a vivid memory that never happened. He thought long and hard on this newfound discovery. After coming to a conclusion, he was questioning his loyalty after Kenjaku lied to him about his younger brother. Which only meant his allegiance could possibly align with Y/N’s. Y/N, on the other hand, was a dedicated sorcerer, determined to protect innocent lives from the curses that threatened to consume them.

Despite their opposing allegiances, Choso and Y/N shared a love that transcended the boundaries of their roles. It was a love they kept hidden, their stolen moments together a precious secret in a world torn apart by violence. 

The fight between Sukuna and Jogo had unleashed a wave of destructive flames that engulfed the city. Y/N, with her innate sense of duty, had taken it upon herself to help save as many human lives as she could. She dashed into buildings, guiding terrified citizens to safety, and doing her best to extinguish the fires. But the situation grew increasingly perilous, and Choso couldn't help but worry for her safety as he was contemplating his allegiance to Kenjaku. 

After what felt like an eternity, Choso noticed that Y/N had been gone for a long time. They were supposed to meet at a dedicated spot at a certain time. A gnawing sense of dread gripped his heart. His instincts told him something was wrong. Without a second thought, he decided to search for her. Amidst the chaos, he couldn't let her face this danger alone.

Choso's search led him to a partially collapsed building, smoke billowing from its windows. He sensed her presence inside, and the urgency to find her grew even more intense. He rushed in, the heat and smoke threatening to choke him.

Amidst the wreckage, he finally found Y/N. She had helped the last of the trapped humans escape, but the flames had her cornered, leaving her with no way out. Her protective barrier from her technique flickered, struggling to hold back the searing fire. Y/N coughed, her vision blurred by smoke and exhaustion before she passed out. 

Choso's heart sank as he saw Y/N's vulnerable form amidst the fiery chaos. Without a second thought, he charged towards her. Using his cursed energy, he created a protective barrier around himself, shielding his body from the scorching heat and smoke. His unique ability, the Blood Manipulation Cursed Technique, allowed him to control his own blood and solidify it into powerful weapons. He clenched his fists, summoning blood-formed weapons that cleared a path through the flames, creating a safe zone around Y/N.

Gently, Choso scooped Y/N into his arms, her limp body feeling delicate against his curse-enhanced strength. He quickly carried her out of the burning building, his barrier protecting them both.

As Choso emerged from the wreckage, the raging flames lapped at the edges of his protective barrier, but he held firm, determined to get Y/N to safety. He could feel her faint breath against his chest, a sign that she was still alive, though unconscious.

Outside, the battlefield had only intensified. The clash between Sukuna and Jogo had reached its peak, and the consequences of their titanic battle were devastating. 

Desperation gripped Choso as he scanned the burning cityscape for a safe haven. He spotted a nearby park, relatively untouched by the chaos, and made his way there. Once he reached the park, he gently laid Y/N on a bench, her form still shielded by his barrier. 

Choso's eyes were filled with worry as he watched Y/N's unconscious form. Her face was smeared with soot, her hair disheveled, but she still looked as beautiful as ever. He knew he had to wake her up, to make sure she was okay. But as he tried to rouse her, the magnitude of the situation bore down on him.

The park, though a momentary refuge, wouldn't remain safe for long. The battle between Sukuna and Jogo was escalating, and the unleashed curses threatened to spread, even reaching the park's boundaries. Choso needed to make a decision, and fast.

He glanced down at Y/N, her eyelashes fluttering slightly as she began to stir. Choso felt a glimmer of hope, but he also knew that she was in no condition to fight or protect herself. The battle between sorcerers and curses was a relentless one, and she needed to be kept out of harm's way.

Choso gently brushed a strand of soot-covered hair from Y/N's face and leaned down, placing a tender kiss on her forehead. "Y/N, you need to wake up." he whispered, his voice filled with urgency. Her eyelids slowly fluttered open, and she gazed up at him, disoriented.

"Choso? What... what happened?" Y/N mumbled, still groggy from her ordeal.

"We're in the middle of a battlefield." Choso explained, his eyes filled with concern. "You passed out due to the smoke and exhaustion. I got you out of there, but we're not safe yet."

As the realization of their dire situation dawned on her, Y/N pushed herself into a sitting position. She winced as she felt the lingering effects of smoke inhalation. She coughed harshly, but determination burned in her eyes. "We have to help. There are people out there who need us."

Choso reached out, gently cupping her cheek, his thumb tracing a soot mark on her skin. "I know you want to help, but you're not in any condition to fight. You need to stay safe, Y/N."

Y/N looked at Choso with a mixture of gratitude and determination. She knew he was right. Though her heart ached to be out there helping, she also understood that her safety was crucial for the long-term battle against the curses.

Choso continued, his voice gentle yet firm. "I promise I'll go back out there and do everything I can to protect the innocent. But you, you need to stay here, away from the chaos, and rest. I'll come back for you as soon as it's safe."

Y/N nodded, reluctantly accepting Choso's advice. She knew that, despite their forbidden love and differing allegiances, Choso cared for her deeply. And now, he was willing to put himself back into the fray, risking his life for the greater good.

Choso leaned in and kissed her forehead once more, his lips lingering for a moment. "I'll be back for you, Y/N. Please stay safe."

With that, he got up, looking at her lovingly before he left. Y/N watched him go, her heart heavy with worry for his safety. She knew that this battle in Shibuya was far from over, and she could only hope that Choso would return to her, just as he promised.

As Choso ventured back into the heart of the chaos, his thoughts were consumed by a sense of duty and responsibility. He needed to protect not only Y/N but also Yuji and the countless innocent lives at stake. The battle between sorcerers and curses was a brutal one, and the lines between right and wrong were often blurred. Choso found himself questioning his loyalty to Kenjaku, more than ever.

The Shibuya Incident had brought to light the true cost of this war. The city lay in ruins, countless lives were at risk, and the chaos showed no signs of abating. Choso's journey to protect Y/N was not just a testament to his love for her; it was also a search for his own identity and purpose in this tumultuous world.

As Choso faced the raging battle once more, he held onto the hope that he could make a difference, not only for Y/N but for all those in need. And, in time, perhaps the forbidden love between a cursed being and a sorcerer could find a way to transcend the boundaries of their roles, bringing a glimmer of light to a world steeped in darkness.

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Unexpected (Sukuna x Female Reader)

Hello everyone! Okay, I know that Sukuna literally reigned terror over practically everyone when he was a human in his human form. BUT, I feel like he is just a softie towards his lover and child. So that is pretty much what I wrote today! I also tried to find the artist to give them credit for the cover art, but I couldn't' find anything. Full credit goes to the artist of course! I hope you enjoy!

Synopsis: After being Sukuna's preffered concubine for almost a year now, Y/N starts to notice some changes going on with her body. She knew what this meant, and knew she had to tell Sukuna about what is going on.

Word Count: 2052

In the dark and twisted world where sorcerers and curses roamed, Y/N found herself in a peculiar and perilous situation. She was a concubine, living a life of luxury within the grand, ominous palace of Ryomen Sukuna, the king of curses. Sukuna was feared and loathed by all who knew of him. With his two faces, four arms, and a mouth on his stomach, he was a symbol of terror on Earth, known for his merciless cruelty.

Yet, Y/N was different. She was his favorite, though no one could ever understand why. Sukuna would often call her to his chamber, spending hours in her company. It was as if a glimmer of humanity remained buried beneath the layers of his demonic exterior. Y/N knew better than to resist her role as his favored concubine, for disobedience often meant death. But as the weeks passed, Y/N felt a strange and sudden unease.

The first sign of change came when she realized her body was not quite as predictable as it had been. The morning sickness, the fatigue, and the subtle changes to her body all pointed to one conclusion – she was with child, and the father was none other than Sukuna himself.

As she ventured into his chambers one evening, her heart pounded with anxiety. He sat on a lavish throne, crowned in arrogance. His red eyes met hers, and he noticed the worry etched across her face.

"What troubles you, my dear?" Sukuna inquired, his voice as cool and dangerous as ever.

"I... I have news, Lord Sukuna," Y/N stuttered, attempting to maintain her composure. "I am with child." Sukuna's eyes widened, a flicker of surprise crossing his monstrous features. The room seemed to grow colder as an eerie silence settled over them. Y/N couldn't help but feel a shiver run down her spine.

For a moment, she feared the worst, that his anger would flare up like an inferno, that he would blame her for this unexpected turn of events. But then, something unexpected happened. His lips, both the one on his face and the other on his stomach, twisted into an unsettling smile.

"You're carrying my child?" Sukuna's voice held an inexplicable mix of amusement and curiosity.

Y/N nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. "Yes, my Lord. It is your child, a gift from our time together."

Sukuna's laughter echoed through the chamber, a haunting sound that sent shivers down her spine. "Well, well," he mused, "this is most intriguing. It seems fate has woven a different path for us, my dear concubine."

She couldn't fathom his reaction. What did he mean by "a different path"? Did he intend to harm her or the child? The rumors about his cruelty raced through her mind, but his next words caught her off guard.

"From this day forward," Sukuna declared, "you shall no longer be just my favored concubine. You shall be the mother of my heir, and my wife. I will get rid of the other concubines as soon as I can."

Y/N was stunned, her mind struggling to grasp the magnitude of what Sukuna had just said. Becoming his wife and the mother of his heir was a fate she could never have imagined. She had heard of the power and ruthlessness of the Cursed King, but this turn of events was beyond her wildest dreams, or nightmares.

"Lord Sukuna, I... I am honored by your decree." Y/N managed to say, her voice quivering. Her thoughts raced, and she couldn't help but wonder what had brought about this dramatic change in the notorious sorcerer.

Sukuna's demeanor shifted as he looked at her, a hint of vulnerability flickering in his eyes. "You are different from the others, Y/N. You possess a unique strength that intrigues me. You've not only survived but managed to capture my heart in your own way. I am curious to see how this new chapter in our lives unfolds."

As Y/N tried to wrap her mind around the astonishing twist of fate, she couldn't help but feel a mixture of emotions. Fear still lingered in her heart, for Sukuna's reputation was not one that could be easily forgotten. His sudden declaration to make her his wife and the mother of his heir was both a blessing and a curse. She knew she had gained a measure of protection, but she also recognized that her life had become infinitely more complicated.

Over the following months, as her pregnancy progressed, Y/N's relationship with Sukuna underwent a gradual transformation. He showed a surprising tenderness and protectiveness toward her, which left her both relieved and confused. The other concubines, who had once been her rivals, were swiftly removed from the palace, their fates unknown. Sukuna's sole focus was on Y/N and their unborn child.

Not only did she recognize his change, but she noticed a change in herself towards him. She had fallen for the strange man. Obviously before she became pregnant she had some sort of feelings for him, but this was different. She felt that this could have been love. Was it even possible to love the king of curses?

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As the months passed and her belly grew round with the child of Sukuna, Y/N's feelings for the Cursed King deepened. She found herself captivated not only by his power and enigmatic nature but by the glimpses of vulnerability he occasionally revealed. Despite his terrifying reputation, she saw in him a complex soul, and she couldn't help but empathize with his struggle to balance his monstrous identity with the spark of humanity that still flickered within him.

Their relationship became more than a mere arrangement of convenience. They spent hours talking, sharing their hopes and fears, and gradually, the walls that had separated them began to crumble. Y/N saw moments of gentleness in Sukuna, moments when he would softly caress her growing belly, whispering endearing words to their unborn child. She realized that, like anyone else, he longed for connection and love, something that had been denied to him for so long due to his horrifying appearance and terrifying powers.

Y/N's once-terrifying life as a concubine had turned into something unexpected and complicated. She was no longer just a plaything of the Cursed King; she had become his confidant, his companion, and now, the mother of his child. As she considered the strange turn of events, she wondered if her love for him was mutual. Did Sukuna truly care for her beyond their unborn child, or was this newfound affection merely a consequence of her pregnancy?

One fateful night, as they sat together in his chamber, Y/N decided to broach the subject that had been weighing heavily on her mind. She watched him, her heart racing, as she gathered the courage to speak. "Sukuna, I can't help but wonder about your feelings for me. This change in our relationship, it's... unexpected. Do you love me, or is this solely because of our child?"

Sukuna, the Cursed King, regarded her with his distinctive dual gaze. His red eyes bore into hers as if searching for something deep within her soul. The room was bathed in an eerie silence, broken only by the distant howling of the wind outside.

Finally, he spoke, his voice carrying a weight of sincerity that she had never heard from him before. "Y/N, what we have is complicated. I am not like other men, and you know that. But since the moment you told me you were carrying my child, something has awakened within me. I can't deny that I feel a connection, a bond, that goes beyond mere duty or convenience."

Y/N's heart leaped at his words, her eyes glistening with a mix of hope and uncertainty. She had never expected to hear such vulnerability from the feared sorcerer.

Sukuna continued, his voice softening even further. "I may not fully understand what love means, for it is a concept foreign to my nature. But I do know that I care for you deeply, Y/N, and I want to protect both you and our child. That much, I am certain of."

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes as she heard his heartfelt confession. In that moment, she realized that the man known as the Cursed King, feared by all, had a heart that could feel, even if he struggled to comprehend it fully. She leaned in, her hand gently reaching for his, and their fingers intertwined.

"Thank you, Sukuna." she whispered, her voice filled with emotion. "I care for you too, and I want to be with you, not just as the mother of your child but as your partner, your confidant, and your love."

Sukuna's dual-faced smile returned, a rare and genuine one. He brought her hand to his lips and placed a tender kiss on it. "Then, my dear Y/N, let us navigate this strange and perilous world together, as partners, as parents, and perhaps one day, as lovers. If that is what we become at some point." Those words gave Y/N hope for the future with him.

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As the last few months of Y/N's pregnancy approached, the bond between Y/N and Sukuna only deepened. Their love was a complex, extraordinary force that defied the dark and twisted world they inhabited. Their child was a symbol of hope, a testament to the possibility of light even in the darkest of places.

On a stormy night, Y/N went into labor, and the estate was in chaos. Sukuna, who had never witnessed such an event, stood by her side, both anxious and determined. The sound of her painful cries filled the room, which worried Sukuna as her labor progressed. He was used to the sight of death, but the sight of life happening before his eyes, made him awestruck at the beauty of labor. 

After what felt like an eternity, Y/N sighed in relief as the cries of a newborn filled the air, echoing through the chamber. Y/N held their child, a tiny being that was so fragile and new in the world.

She looked up at Sukuna who had stayed almost silent during the whole thing, hoping he would say something.

Sukuna, the Cursed King, gazed down at the child in Y/N's arms with a mixture of awe and tenderness. His four eyes, were fixed on the newborn, and for a moment, it seemed as though the world had disappeared, leaving only the small family in that chamber.

For all his terrifying power and monstrous appearance, Sukuna was utterly captivated by the sight of his child. He carefully reached out to hold the child, and Y/N gently handed their son to him. The baby grasped one of his father's finger with a tiny, delicate hand, and the Cursed King's lips curled into a rare and gentle smile.

"He has my extra pair of arms." Sukuna said, releasing a soft chuckle, his voice filled with wonder. “He does seem to have my hair, but he does have your face.”

Y/N watched the father and son with tears of joy in her eyes. It was a moment of profound beauty in the midst of their dark and twisted world. She had never imagined that she would be sharing such an intimate and heartwarming moment with Sukuna, the most feared sorcerer of their time.

As the hours passed, Sukuna and Y/N took turns cradling and caring for their newborn. Their love for each other and their child grew stronger with each passing moment. They named their son Kaito, signifying a new beginning, a departure from the cursed legacy of the past.

As the two raised their child overtime, Sukuna was technically a changed man… for them at least. He still killed and reigned terror as he pleased, but the second he would return home to his wife and son, he showed his deep care and genuine love (as much as he hates to admit it) to them. Sukuna might be the king of curses, but he has a special place in his heart saved for who he calls his family.

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Newfound Hope (Suguru Geto x Blind Fem Reader)

Synopsis: Suguru had been at crossroads with his beliefs since Riko and Haibara's death. But after he bumped into a blind young woman, his outlook towards the world took a turn for the best.

Word Count: 1419

Suguru Geto had always been a man of conviction, one who lived his life by the principles he believed in. After the tragic death of Riko, and Haibara, he found himself at a crossroads. The loss of his dear friends had left him questioning his path and his purpose. The world of Jujutsu Sorcerers was a harsh one, with a clear divide between sorcerers and non-sorcerers. Suguru had always been one of those sorcerers who believed in protecting the non-sorcerers, seeing them as innocent bystanders caught in the crossfire of the sorcerer's world. 

But the loss of two dear friends made him question the righteousness of his beliefs. He was torn between continuing to protect non-sorcerers or succumbing to the growing realization that many non-sorcerers were not as innocent as he had once thought. The cruelty and indifference of some non-sorcerers had started to weigh heavily on his conscience. 

One fateful day, as Suguru walked through the crowded streets of Tokyo, deep in thought, he accidentally bumped into someone. A voice filled with warmth and understanding greeted him. "I'm sorry. My fault entirely." Suguru looked down to see a blind young woman with a white cane, her face displaying no resentment or anger. 

Suguru, surprised by her forgiving nature, replied, "No, the fault was mine. I should have been more careful. Are you okay?" The young woman nodded, offering him a soft smile as her gaze was slightly downward. This had become a habit of hers since she became blind a few years ago. "I'm fine. Accidents happen. It's the way of the world." Suguru was struck by the resilience and kindness of this blind woman. 

In that brief exchange, he felt a glimmer of hope that not all non-sorcerers were as cruel or indifferent as he had feared. Her words resonated with him, and he found himself wanting to learn more about her. With a friendly smile, Suguru asked, "May I walk with you for a while? I'd like to know your name." The young woman tilted her head upwards slightly and gave a small, thoughtful nod. "I'm Y/N." she said, her tone filled with genuine warmth. 

Suguru's heart skipped a beat as he heard her name. It was a beautiful name that seemed to match the warmth he felt in her presence. "Y/N," he repeated, savoring the sound of it. "It's a pleasure to meet you. My name is Suguru Geto." 

As they continued walking together, Suguru couldn't help but be drawn to Y/N's presence. Her blindness didn't seem to hinder her in the slightest. In fact, her other senses appeared to be heightened, and she moved gracefully and confidently through the bustling streets of Tokyo. They spoke about a variety of topics, from their favorite books to their experiences in the city. Suguru was struck by Y/N's wisdom and insight. She had a way of looking at the world that was different from anyone he had ever met. She saw beauty in the ordinary, appreciated the kindness in strangers, and spoke of hope and resilience in a way that resonated with him deeply.

 Suguru found himself sharing his inner turmoil with her, discussing the doubts and questions that had been haunting him since Riko's death. Y/N listened attentively, her gentle presence putting him at ease. "It's natural to question your beliefs when faced with such loss and pain." she said. "But remember, there is goodness and darkness in all people, regardless of whether they're sorcerers or not… whatever that means.” She laughs a little. “It's our choices that define us. You have the power to make a difference by staying true to your convictions." Her words touched Suguru's heart. He had been wrestling with his inner demons, but Y/N's perspective made him see the world in a new light.

 He realized that he didn't need to give up on protecting non-sorcerers, but he did need to approach it with an open heart and a willingness to see the goodness in all people. Suguru felt a sense of clarity he hadn't experienced in a long time. Y/N's presence had become a beacon of hope in his life, and he knew he couldn't let it slip away.

 He wanted to spend more time with her, not just for the insight she provided but because he genuinely enjoyed her company. "Y/N, I'd love to see you again," Suguru said, his voice filled with sincerity. "Would you be willing to meet me for coffee or a meal sometime?" Y/N smiled, her eyes filled with a kind of warmth that transcended her blindness. "I'd like that, Suguru. It's not often I meet someone who sees beyond my disability. How about tomorrow?" Suguru agreed eagerly, and they exchanged contact information. 

The following day, they met at a cozy café in the heart of Tokyo. Over coffee and pastries, Suguru and Y/N continued to deepen their connection. With each passing moment, Suguru found himself more captivated by Y/N's strength and resilience. She shared her own challenges and how she had learned to navigate the world without sight, relying on her other senses and her unshakable belief in the goodness of people. 

As their friendship blossomed, Suguru couldn't help but admire Y/N's unwavering optimism and her ability to find beauty in even the simplest of things. He realized that he had been allowing the darkness of the Jujutsu Sorcerer world to overshadow the potential for kindness and goodness that existed within it. With Y/N by his side, Suguru began to view the world through a different lens. He saw that protecting non-sorcerers was not a lost cause but a noble mission that could make a difference. 

His encounters with Y/N opened his heart to the idea that kindness and compassion could bridge the gap between sorcerers and non-sorcerers. Their bond deepened over time, and it wasn't long before Suguru found himself falling in love with Y/N. He was drawn to her kindness, wisdom, and the strength she displayed in facing life's challenges. 

Y/N, too, couldn't deny the growing affection she felt for Suguru. He was a man of strong principles and conviction, and she admired his determination to protect the innocent. One evening, as they strolled through a serene park under the canopy of cherry blossom trees, Suguru couldn't contain his feelings any longer. He stopped, turning to face Y/N, and took her hands in his. "Y/N," he began, his voice filled with emotion, "I can't imagine my life without you in it. You've changed my perspective on the world and given me hope. I love you."

 Y/N's heart skipped a beat as she felt Suguru's warm hands holding hers. Her face lit up with a radiant smile as she replied, "Suguru, I love you too. You've shown me a world filled with kindness and compassion, and I can't imagine my life without you either." 

Their admission of love marked a turning point in their relationship. From that moment on, Suguru and Y/N were inseparable. Despite Suguru being a sorcerer, and Y/N a human, they were able to make things work between their two different worlds.

Suguru and Y/N's love continued to grow stronger with each passing day. They navigated the complexities of their respective worlds, finding solace in each other's arms. Suguru remained dedicated to his mission of protecting non-sorcerers, and Y/N was a constant source of inspiration and strength for him.

Y/N's blindness was no longer a barrier, as Suguru had learned to appreciate the world through her unique perspective. He often described to her the beauty of the cherry blossoms, the colors of the sunset, and the details of intricate sorcery techniques he encountered. It was moments like these where the two felt their bond for each other grow.

Their love became a symbol of hope and unity, a bridge between sorcerers and non-sorcerers. They dedicated themselves to working together to create a world where differences were celebrated rather than feared.

As the seasons changed and the cherry blossoms bloomed year after year, Suguru and Y/N's love endured. In the end, Suguru found not only the love he needed in his life but also a renewed sense of purpose and conviction in his mission to protect the innocent. With Y/N by his side, he continued to make a difference in the world, proving that love could conquer even the darkest of circumstances and that unity was stronger than division.

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Eternal Love (Nanami Kento x Fem Reader)

Synopsis: After Nanami died, Y/N had never remarried and lived a long life. After she died of old age, she is reunited with her husband in the afterlife after years without him.

Contains: Possibly slight angst. Happy ending!

Y/N had never truly moved on from the day Nanami had left her in this world. It was a fateful day in Shibuya when he had been taken away from her, and since that moment, her life had been a bittersweet melody of love and loss. Nanami, her husband, was a man who had touched her heart like no one else ever could, and his memory remained etched in her soul.

They had been married for only a few years in the mortal world, but they have been together since high school. They lived a life filled with love, laughter, and shared dreams. Y/N had cherished every moment with him, and he, in turn, had been her rock, her protector, and her confidant. Their bond had been unbreakable, or so it had seemed, until the day when fate had taken him away, leaving her alone in a world that suddenly felt cold and empty.

Years passed, and the pain never truly lessened. Y/N was a woman who never remarried, who never sought solace in the arms of another. Her heart had been claimed by Nanami, and it would remain so until the end of her days. She wore her wedding ring faithfully, a constant reminder of the love they had shared.

As time went went by, Y/N grew old, her once-vibrant hair turning silver and her steps becoming slower. She spent her days surrounded by memories of her beloved Nanami. Their photographs adorned the walls, his scent still lingered on their shared pillows, and his laughter echoed in her heart.

One quiet evening, Y/N peacefully closed her eyes and drifted into a slumber from which she would not awaken. The world lost a devoted soul, but the universe had other plans.

When she opened her eyes again, Y/N found herself in a place that felt like a dream. She was no longer affected by old age, and she looked as if she were in her mid twenties. She blinked in astonishment, her surroundings a surreal blend of the familiar and the unknown. Before her stood a breathtaking garden, lush with vibrant colors and flowers she had never seen before. The air was filled with a gentle fragrance, and the soft rays of a warm, comforting sun bathed everything in a gentle glow.

Y/N turned around, taking in her surroundings with awe. The garden was vast, and she had also seen several building in the distance, with people walking about as if it were a normal day. A sense of peace and serenity washed over her like a gentle breeze. But what truly took her breath away was the figure approaching her from a distance.

It was Nanami, the love of her life, wearing a smile that could light up the entire cosmos. His eyes, so familiar and comforting, sparkled with joy. He was as she remembered him in his prime, strong and handsome. She couldn't help but run to him, her heart pounding with a mixture of disbelief and overwhelming love.

"Nanami," she whispered as she reached him, tears welling up in her eyes. "Is this... is this real?"

Nanami's smile remained, and he reached out to gently cup Y/N's cheek, wiping away her tears with his thumb. His touch was warm, just as she remembered, and the world around them seemed to shimmer with an ethereal light.

"Yes, my love, this is as real as it can be." he whispered.

Y/N's heart soared at his words. She couldn't believe her eyes or her senses, but the warmth of his touch and the love in his eyes reassured her that this was no dream. It was a reunion beyond the boundaries of life and death, a love that transcended the limitations of the mortal world.

"I've missed you so much." Y/N confessed, her voice trembling with emotion.

Nanami pulled her into a loving embrace, holding her close as if he never intended to let go. "And I've missed you, every moment, every day since I left. But now, we're together again, and this time, it's for eternity."

Together, they stood, suspended in the boundless eternity of the afterlife. A world of infinite possibilities and endless love lay before them. With a sense of serenity that only true, eternal love can bring, they embraced, and the heavens themselves seemed to weep with joy.

Back in the world she had known, people mourned the loss of Y/N, a woman who had lived a life filled with love, and whose story had touched many. But those who knew her well could take solace in the thought that, in the end, Y/N had found her way back to the one who had always held her heart, and that they were bound to be reunited. 

As Nanami and Y/N stood together in the heavenly garden, their love blossomed anew, stronger and more vibrant than ever before. Time in this ethereal realm had a different meaning, and they spent what felt like both moments and eternities together, exploring the boundless beauty of their surroundings and sharing their stories of the time they had spent apart.

Nanami revealed how, in the afterlife, he had watched over Y/N throughout the years. He had been her silent guardian, protecting her from afar and sending her subtle signs of his presence. Y/N, touched by his unwavering love, recounted the moments she had felt his spirit nearby, comforting her during lonely nights and guiding her through life's challenges.

Their love was not just a reunion but a continuation of the deep connection they had shared in the mortal world. In this timeless paradise, they could practically do whatever their hearts desired.

As they ventured deeper into their heavenly realm, they encountered other souls who had found their soulmates in the afterlife. They met with many friends and family and family throughout their mortal years, finding no limit with time to spend with them. Their laughter and joy filled the air with a beautiful melody of love and togetherness.

As time went on, they walked through meadows of eternal spring, where the flowers never wilted, and the sun never set. They whispered secrets to the ancient trees, whose wisdom spanned millennia, and they gazed at the stars, which shone brighter in this realm than anywhere else. The universe itself seemed to sing in harmony with their love.

But most importantly, they cherished the moments of quiet intimacy, where they held each other close, their hearts beating in perfect unison. With every touch and every kiss, they reaffirmed the depth of their love, a love that had never truly left them, even in the face of death.

As they continued their journey through the infinite, hand in hand, they knew that their love would guide them through this celestial paradise, and together they would explore the mysteries of the universe. In a world where time had no dominion and their love was eternal, Nanami Kento and Y/N had found their forever home, bound by a love that was heavenly in every sense of the word.

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A Complete Family (Suguru Geto x Fem Reader)

Hello everyone! This is a super fluff filled story, and I enjoyed writing this so much! I hope you enjoy!

Synopsis: Suguru and his wife Y/N have been struggling with infertility for the past few years. After coming to a wonderful decision, they adopt two beautiful girls, Mimiko and Nanako.

Contains: PURE FLUFF

Suguru Geto and Y/N had been together for five years, their love growing stronger with each passing day. Their bond was unbreakable, and they had faced numerous challenges together, but nothing had prepared them for the heartbreak they were enduring. Y/N had always dreamed of being a mother, but after numerous negative pregnancy tests and failed attempts at IVF, it became clear that she couldn't carry children of her own.

One evening, as the sun set over the city, Suguru approached Y/N with a determined look in his eyes. He could see the pain in her eyes, the longing to be a mother, and he couldn't bear to see her suffer any longer.

"Y/N," Suguru began gently, taking her hand in his. "I've been thinking. I know how much you want to be a mother, and I want to make that dream come true for you. We've tried everything, but maybe it's time we consider the next best thing."

Y/N looked at him, her eyes brimming with hope. "What do you mean, Suguru?"

Suguru took a deep breath. "I mean adoption. We could provide a loving home for a child who needs one. We have so much love to give, and I believe that we can make a difference in a child's life."

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes as she nodded. She knew that adoption was a beautiful way to build a family, and she was touched by Suguru's willingness to explore this option.

Over the next few months, they embarked on the lengthy and emotional journey of adoption. They filled out countless forms, underwent background checks, and attended parenting classes. It was a rollercoaster of emotions, with moments of frustration and doubt, but their love for each other and their shared dream of becoming parents kept them going.

Nearly a year later, they received the long-awaited call from the adoption agency. There were two little girls in need of a loving home, five year old twin sisters named Mimiko and Nanako. Without hesitation, Suguru and Y/N agreed to meet them.

The day they met the twin girls was a day they would never forget. Mimiko and Nanako were shy at first, but their smiles were infectious. The girls had been through their own share of challenges, but their eyes held a spark of hope.

Suguru and Y/N spent the day with Mimiko and Nanako, getting to know them, playing games, and sharing stories. It was a day filled with laughter, tears, and the warmth of a newfound family. As the sun dipped below the horizon, Suguru and Y/N knew that they had found their daughters.

The adoption papers were officially signed, and Mimiko and Nanako became a part of their loving family. The joy and happiness they brought into Suguru and Y/N's lives were immeasurable. The house echoed with laughter and the pitter-patter of tiny feet, and the heartbreak of the past was replaced with the hope and promise of the future.

Suguru and Y/N had discovered that family was not solely defined by blood but by the love, care, and commitment they had for one another. They realized that their journey to parenthood had led them to the most beautiful destination of all—the love of two incredible twin girls who had filled their lives with immeasurable joy.

After a few months of settling in with the girls and adjusting to the life of now a completed family of four, things had been pretty busy around the Geto residence. 

Y/N had just returned from a busy day of grocery shopping, her arms filled with bags of fresh produce and other household essentials. As she approached her front door, she couldn't help but smile at the sounds of giggles and laughter on the other side.

Opening the door, she stepped into their cozy living room, which was washed in the soft glow of the afternoon sun. And there they were, in the heart of their home, Suguru Geto, her husband, and their two adorable adopted daughters, Mimiko and Nanako.

Y/N's heart swelled with love as she watched the scene before her. Mimiko and Nanako had decided that today was the perfect day to pamper their beloved "Daddy" Suguru. Mimiko sat on the floor, cradling Suguru's head in her small lap, and with a look of intense concentration, she was braiding his dark hair with colorful ribbons. Nanako, sitting beside them, carefully painted Suguru's nails with an assortment of vibrant colors, her tiny hands focused on each stroke.

Suguru, the usually stoic and somewhat quiet man, looked surprisingly at ease. He glanced up from his position on the floor and met Y/N's eyes. His lips curved into a gentle, affectionate smile. "Hello, sweetheart," he greeted her warmly.

Y/N couldn't help but giggle at the sight. Her heart was full of gratitude for the family they had created. She set her bags on the table and walked over, kneeling down beside her daughters and giving them each a quick peck on the cheek. "What are you all up to today?" she asked, curiosity dancing in her eyes.

Mimiko beamed at her. "We're making Daddy pretty!" she exclaimed proudly, her small hands continuing to braid Suguru's hair with great determination.

Nanako, equally enthusiastic, added, "And we're making his nails beautiful, just like yours, Mommy!"

Y/N chuckled, ruffling their hair affectionately. "Well, you're doing an amazing job," she praised them. "Daddy does look quite handsome, and his nails are fabulous!"

Suguru smirked, tilting his head to give her a better view of his freshly painted nails. "I thought it was time for a makeover," he said, a playful glint in his eyes. "And who better to help me than these two little artists?"

As the girls continued their work, Y/N found herself completely captivated by the sight before her. She was overwhelmed with love for her family. In this cozy, sunny room filled with laughter and love, she knew she had found her own piece of heaven on Earth.

In that precious moment, Y/N couldn't have asked for more. She had a loving husband, Suguru, who had welcomed her into his life, along with their two beautiful daughters. The bond they shared was unbreakable, and moments like this made her heart swell with happiness. With a heart full of gratitude and a smile on her face, she leaned over and planted a loving kiss on Suguru's lips.

Their family was far from conventional, but it was perfect for them, and it was all they ever needed.

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Reunited (Choso Kamo x Fem Reader)

Choso Kamo had always been a man of solitude. From the moment he was handed his emotion-sensitive necklace at the tender age of eight, he knew that his life would be marked by a cold, unyielding chill. It was a necklace given to every child in his village, a precious link to one's soulmate. The necklace changes colors according to your emotions, and its temperature mirrored the proximity of your soulmate. Warm meant they were right there with you, cold meant they were far away, and nothing? That meant they were out of your life entirely. For Choso, it had been cold as ice for as long as he could remember.

As he grew older, Choso resigned himself to the idea that his soulmate might never find him, or worse, that he might never have one at all. He watched with envy as his friends' necklaces would change to warm hues when they laughed with their soulmates, and he felt a bitter pang every time his own remained as icy as ever.

Years passed, and Choso became a 25-year-old man, living a life filled with desolation, despite his job as a kindergarten teacher, and being the oldest to ten younger siblings. He had learned to find solace in his own company, burying his loneliness beneath a tough exterior. But the coldness of his necklace served as a constant reminder that there was someone out there meant for him, someone he was destined to be with but could never find.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the world, there was a young woman who had decided that waiting around for fate to deliver her soulmate was no longer an option. At 21, she made a life-altering decision to embark on a journey to find her missing half, her soulmate. Armed with nothing but determination and a small, icy-cold necklace, she traveled across continents, leaving her home, family, and everything she knew behind.

After years of searching, she found herself in Japan, a place that seemed like a distant dream when she started her quest. She could feel her necklace slowly changing, the chill lessening as she got closer to her elusive soulmate. It was as if her heart and soul were guiding her to this faraway land.

One fateful day, in a quiet corner of Tokyo, their paths finally met. Choso had been wandering the streets, his heart as heavy as ever, his necklace still frigid. But something changed that day. The necklace began to warm, a feeling he had never experienced before. He couldn't comprehend it at first, thinking it was a malfunction. He touched the necklace, feeling its temperature rise further.

As he looked around, his eyes locked with hers. There, across a crowded street, stood the woman he had been searching for all his life. Her necklace glowed with warmth, mirroring the intensity of her gaze. Time seemed to slow as they approached each other, drawn by an irresistible force they couldn't explain.

Their first words were simple, yet they held the weight worth a lifetime of longing. "I've been searching for you," she said, tears welling up in her eyes. Choso, overwhelmed by the sudden warmth spreading through his chest, could only manage a choked, "Me too."

As the bustling city of Tokyo continued to move around them, Choso and the woman, whose name he had yet to learn, stood there, captivated by the moment they had both yearned for. It was as if the world had faded away, leaving just the two of them in a bubble of destiny.

Y/N, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears of joy, reached out her hand. "I'm Y/N," she introduced herself, her voice trembling with emotion.

Choso, still processing the surreal encounter, took her hand in his own. "Choso," he replied, his voice equally filled with emotion. It was a simple exchange of names, yet it felt like the most profound moment of their lives.

They decided to find a nearby café to sit down and talk. Choso couldn't help but marvel at how warm his necklace had become, the icy chill of solitude melting away with every step he took alongside Y/N. It was as if his heart had found its missing piece.

As they settled into a cozy corner of the café, Choso and Y/N exchanged smiles, their hearts racing with anticipation. The warm glow of their necklaces served as a constant reminder of the serendipity that had brought them together.

Choso was the first to break the silence. "I can't believe this is happening," he admitted, his eyes locked onto Y/N's.

Y/N nodded, her fingers idly tracing the delicate chain of her necklace. "Me neither. I've always wondered about the person on the other end of this connection, but I never thought I'd actually meet them."

Choso chuckled softly. "I know what you mean. I used to imagine who you might be, what your life was like."

Their conversation flowed effortlessly as they shared stories about their childhoods, their dreams, and their favorite memories. They discovered that they had grown up in different parts of of the world. Y/N living in America, and Choso living in Japan. Luckily, Y/N knew Japanese so holding a conversation with Choso was not a struggle. It could have been luck, or fate that their paths had converged in this bustling city at this exact moment.

Y/N sipped her coffee, her gaze still locked onto Choso's. "Do you believe in fate, Choso?"

He leaned in, his eyes never leaving hers. "I do now," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Meeting you feels like destiny."

A soft blush crept onto Y/N's cheeks as she smiled warmly. "I feel the same way."

Their connection deepened as they talked about their passions and shared interests. They found themselves finishing each other's sentences, as if they had always known each other. The world outside the café seemed to disappear entirely, and all that mattered was the incredible bond they had discovered.

Hours passed like minutes, and they soon realized that they had been lost in conversation for the entire afternoon. Reluctantly, they decided it was time to leave the café.

Choso stood up, extending his hand to Y/N once again. "Would you like to continue this journey with me?" he asked, his eyes filled with hope.

Y/N took his hand, her necklace still radiating warmth. "Absolutely, Choso. I can't wait to see where fate takes us next."

As they walked out into the Tokyo evening, hand in hand, they knew that this encounter was the beginning of a beautiful adventure, one that would be guided by the warm, comforting glow of their soulmate necklaces, and the deep connection they had found in each other's hearts.

Over time, their connection deepened, their hearts and necklaces resonating with each other. They laughed together, cried together, and built a love that was as warm and intense as the sun itself. Choso's once cold necklace now glowed with vibrant colors, reflecting the spectrum of emotions they shared.

Together, they found the completeness they had both longed for, and the world, once so bleak for Choso, became a place of infinite possibilities. They were soulmates, destined to be together, and nothing, not even time and distance, could ever tear them apart again.