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lendeah · 9 months

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Thank you very much, Gale. Goodnight.

Pairing: Gale x Fem!Reader/Tav

Summary:

Upon reaching the Last Light Inn, your party is informed about the room arrangements: you will have to share rooms in pairs. Fate has it that you find yourself paired with a particularly charming wizard. To add a twist, there's only one bed. or Gale and Tav relive the "there was only one bed" trope.

Tags: Fluff and smut. They are so cute.

Word count: 3.5k

Warnings: NSFW (minors dni), thighs, frottage, heavy petting, mutual masturbation, touch starved Gale.

Note: This was going to be a prompt but it got out of hand. Anyway, a small gift for the Gale girlies (me, I am the Gale girlies). Also, not proofread and english isn't my first language, so be gentle!🫶🏻

"You will have to share rooms in pairs" Yaheira had deadpanned. After our long journey, we finally reached the Last Light Inn. We were hoping for a comfortable bed and some privacy, but our hopes were crushed.

Yaheira didn't seem fazed by our reactions, her expression remaining stoic.

"After all the blood, sweat and tears we poured into saving you lot back there this is the beautiful appreciation we get in return?" Astarion exclaimed dramatically, his tone laced with sarcasm.

Yaheira's cold stare silenced him. "Many soldiers are residing here, sacrificing their own comfort for our cause. Four of them have given up their bedchambers for your stay. You should be grateful," she reprimanded sharply.

The creaky wooden floors and musty smell hinted at the age of the building, but it was a small price to pay for a warm bed and shelter from the danger of the shadows outside. The group stood in a huddle, debating their next move. Wyll's voice rang out confidently "I propose we stay at the camp like we have been doing.".

Karlach's response was immediate and determined: "What, and die in the shadows? No, thank you."

You let out a frustrated sigh, feeling about to faint from weariness. "Guys, we're all exhausted. We should just accept the offer and get some rest. We practically sleep on top of each other every other day anyway."

"Yeah, but not on the same bed." Shadowheart chimed, giving Lae'zel a sly side glance. "And how would we determine who sleeps with whom, anyway?"

Gale, the ever-practical one, interjected: "Perhaps we could employ a method of chance, such as drawing straws, in order to make a resolution?"

So that's how Gale and you end up entering the old dusty and messy bedroom from the last Light Inn. The single bed in the middle seems to be laughing at us.

Gale sighs. "I knew sharing rooms wasn't a good idea. I should just crawl under the bed." He scans the room, eyes coming to rest on the window, with the dark sky looming outside. "I could sleep out there too." He pauses. "The prospect of such a cozy rest is indeed quite alluring. The brisk gusts brushing against my face, as I gaze upwards towards the unobstructed expanse of the starry heavens. Delightful, wouldn't you agree?"

He moves to get out of the door, but you grab his arm, your voice pleading, tinged with desperation from the exhaustion. "Please, Gale, I know it's uncomfortable, but can we just please do this tonight and figure out a better plan tomorrow?"

He swallows, glancing down at your fingers wrapped around his arms. "I-I don't think you realize just how difficult it'll be for me. This bed's too small, and it's too close, and—I can't."

I look at him with my eyes narrowed "If you don't get on the bed in the next five minutes, I am going to use my maze on you. And let me tell you, it hurts"

He looks at me dumbfounded ."...You wouldn't?" You give him a pointed stare. Of course, you don't mean to hurt him, but you are too tired to fight or move for that matter.

He swallows, looking you up and down again. Then he nods and turns toward the bed. "Uh, fine. I guess I'll, uh, get on the bed. However, I cannot guarantee that any peculiar occurrences will not transpire. I mean, not that I expect anything weird to happen. Just, you know, putting it out there. Okay, I'll stop talking now."

Your roll your eyes fondly at his rambling. As Gale awkwardly settles onto the edge of the bed, you quickly change into your undergarments and crawl into the other side. The bed creaks under both of your weight, making Gale flinch. The space feels narrow, forcing you close together. There's barely an inch in between, and any movement sends you brushing up against him. You can feel his body heat radiating off him, a little toasty.

"The dimensions of this bed are rather diminutive," he whispers, staring up at the ceiling under the blanket, unable to make eye contact with you.

"Aren't you sharp" you whisper teasingly.

"It's... it's tiny! How do you expect two fully-grown individuals to successfully sleep in this thing?" He says in an exasperated whisper. It is small, though. Feels like I'm being wrapped in a blanket... Except the blanket is another person.

I sigh in exhasperation, "Gale I am trying to sleep for god's sake!"

Gale shifts uncomfortably, trying to make himself as small as possible on the narrow bed. "I apologize, I didn't mean to disturb your slumber. I just...I can't get comfortable in such confined space."

You let out another sigh, feeling a little bad for him. "I'm sorry. This isn't your fault, but is it possible that we exchange our positions? I don't mean to inconvenience you, but I feel like I can't relax like this. I can sleep on the edge of the bed, and you can sleep in the middle."

You look at him, one second away from grabbing your maze for real. "Gale, there is no middle, every part of this damned bed is the edge!"

Gale, is still fidgeting on his side.

"This is ridiculous," you mutter under your breath.

"I know," he responds quietly. "I'm sorry." He bites his lip, looking up at the ceiling again. "It seems as though you are now stuck with me as your blanket," he says, turning his head in your direction. "I hope this arrangement does not cause any discomfort for you... I would not want to impede upon your sleep."

At that, you can’t help but smile fondly back at him "It could be worse," you remark softly. "I could be stuck with Halsin and his incessant snores."

"Halsin snores?" He blinks in genuine surprise. "I never would have guessed. Is it disruptive? Like a storm tearing through the night?"

You roll your eyes. "You wouldn't know, you sleep like a rock all night." Your words are playful, as you nudge him lightly with your elbow.

"I do not! I am an extremely light sleeper, in fact, the slightest noise can jolt me from my slumber. It's quite a remarkable feat, really." His brow furrows. "Wait, does this imply that you have observed me in my sleep?" He blurts out. He is now on his side too, both of us facing each other.

A soft chuckle escapes from your lips, banishing all thoughts of sleep. "Yeah," you remarked with a playful smile, "I must say, you look really cute when you're sleeping."

The moonlight streaming in through the window cast a gentle glow on Gale's face, making your heart swell with affection. His tousled hair and big brown eyes look even softer in this ambience.

His mouth drops open, his eyebrows now shooting up to his hairline. "I do not look cute while I sleep!"

"So cute, with your cheeks all puffed," you say, reaching out to pinch his cheek playfully.

Gale's face flushes a bright red and he turns away, trying to hide his embarrassment.

"I—I'm not cute when I sleep," he whispers." I am powerful! A talented wizard, a master of magic. I do not need to be "cute". And I'm not!" But as he protests, you can't help but notice the way his cheeks flush and how his hair sticks up in all directions, making him look endearingly disheveled. You can't resist the temptation and reach over to tickle his middle. "Cutie!"

"I am not!" he protests, giggling as you tickle him. "Stop it! You're making me... gahahaha!" His laughter bubbles out of him despite his attempts to hold it in.

You laugh too, enjoying the sound of his laughter. "See? Cute."

"I'm not cute!" he gasps out between laughs. "I'm... hahaha... I'm powerful!" He tries to sit up, but you pin him down with your hand on his chest. "You are cute, Gale. And you're adorable when you laugh," you say, looking into his eyes. He looks at you, his cheeks still flushed with laughter and embarrassment. For a moment, the two of you just stare at each other before Gale clears his throat and lays on his side again.

"Gale?" I call out softly, hoping to break the silence.

"Yes...?"His voice is barely audible.

Smirking mischievously, you decide to push his buttons a little more.

"You know, I have trouble falling asleep unless I'm cuddled up next to someone." you whisper

He flinches. It takes a moment for your request to fully register, and he stares at you with a mixture of shock and confusion.

"...Are you serious? You want me to cuddle you?"

You nod eagerly, a hopeful smile playing on your lips. "Usually it would be Shadowheart offering, but she's not here right now."

"You want—me, to wrap my arms around you, to..."

His eyes narrow. "Am I hearing you right? You're asking me, to hold you?"

You roll my eyes "Yes Gale, that is usually how cuddling works."

Gale looks at you, taken aback by your request. His face flushes with embarrassment as he considers your words. "Um...I-I'm not entirely certain if that would be a prudent course of action," he stammers out, looking away from you.

"Forget it," Frustration wells up inside of you and you let out a low grunt before turning away to face the opposite side of the room.

"Er- I mean, wait, that wasn't a rejection... " He scoots closer, careful not to touch you. You turn yourself, so you are looking at him again. He looks down at you with a nervous expression. "So if I were to, hypothetically speaking, encircle my arms around your form, you wouldn't object?"

For some reason, your heart skips a beat at the thought of his arms around you.

"Well," you respond playfully. "I would probably say something along the lines of 'thank you very much Gale, goodnight'."

He hesitates for a moment before finally inching closer, his arm hovering uncertainly in the air. With a deep breath, he takes the plunge and wraps his arm around you, pulling you gently against his chest. You let out a surprised gasp, not expecting him to actually cuddle you, but the warmth and comfort that radiate from him are welcome in the cold room. You nestle into his embrace, feeling the steady beat of his heart against your ear and inhaling the intoxicating combination of an old book's musty pages and his rich cologne, laced with a subtle hint of sweat. You wrap your arms tighter around his soft body, savoring the feeling of being held in his strong embrace.

"Thank you, Gale" you whisper, intertwining your fingers behind his back. "Goodnight."

As the exhaustion of your journey settles over you, you feel the familiar pull of sleep in your body. However, the moment is disturbed by the feeling of something hard poking your stomach. Your eyes snap open and meet Gale's, who stands there frozen with shock and embarrassment.

"I... I'm sorry," he stammers out, mortified. "I didn't mean for that to happen. It's just been so long and you are so close and..."

Your bodies are still pressend, and you try to make sense of everything. Finally, you laugh softly and pat his arm reassuringly. "It's okay, Gale. There's nothing to be embarrassed about." you say reassuringly, though you can feel a blush creeping up your cheeks.

"But... but I didn't mean for this to happen," he repeats, still clearly flustered.

"It's natural," you say calmly, trying to put him at ease. "It happens sometimes when people get close like this."

Gale nods slowly, still looking a little uncertain. He shifts slightly so that the bulge isn't pressing against your body as much anymore. "Thank you for understanding," he says quietly. Your heart swells with affection as you watch him; there is something endearing about his vulnerability in this moment. You have an overwhelming urge to pull him close, to shield him from any harm and take care of him.

A twinge of guilt tugs at your conscience as you watch the flush rise in his cheeks, a direct result of your teasing. You chew on your lip for a moment before an idea strikes you. "Do you... want me to lend a hand?" You offer tentatively, gazing up at him with soft eyes and a gentle tone. His big brown orbs widen in surprise at your unexpected offer. You are also taken aback by your own words, but don't take them back.

He opens his mouth to speak, but no words come out. You can see the struggle in his expression as he tries to process what you just said.

"I mean, it's completely up to you," you quickly add, not wanting to pressure him into anything. "I just thought maybe it would help alleviate some of your... discomfort."

He takes a deep breath and looks away from you, clearly embarrassed. Gale hesitates for a moment before nodding slowly. "Okay," his voice barely above a whisper.

Your heart races at his acceptance. You were not expecting him to actually agree to your offer, but you are weirdly glad he did. "Okay," you repeat softly, moving your hand down to his waist and pulling him closer. You slowly reach down between both your bodies, gently taking hold of his erection through his pants. Gale gasps softly as your fingers brush against him, sending shivers down his spine. You can feel his breath hitch in anticipation as you start to move your hand up and down. As you gaze up at him, his arms still holding your body, a deep stirring awakens within you. The wizard before you, with his eyes squeezed shut in pleasure, is more attractive than you had ever realized. His tanned skin is like velvet against your fingertips, and his long hair falls over his face in gentle waves. Each reaction to your caress, every soft moan that escapes his lips, only adds fuel to the fire growing inside of you. Looking so eager for your touch.

Without hesitation, you lean forward and capture his lips in a gentle kiss. To your surprise, he responds enthusiastically, his hands moving to rest on your face as he pulls you closer to him. You deepen the kiss, your heart racing at the feeling of his warm lips against yours and the subtle tickle of his beard on your cheeks. As you continue to kiss, your hands never stops the gentle strokes on his erection. Gale's moans are becoming louder and more urgent. You can feel his need growing as he grinds against your hand, seeking more friction.

"L-let me touch you" he says between ragged breaths.

You smile at him, feeling a sense of satisfaction at the effect you're having.

"I have a better idea," you say softly, moving your hand away from his erection. You take off your panties, and move on your side in front of him again. Gale lets out a small gasp as you straddle him, feeling the heat of his arousal pressed against your bare thighs.

"What are you doing?" he asks, his voice thick with both curiosity and lust.

A mischievous grin plays on your lips. "I'm going to give you something even better than my hand to relieve yourself," you purr, swaying your hips in demonstration in a slow, enticing rhythm, that elicits a delicious friction between his cock and the warm heat of your thighs and cunt.

You take one of his hands and guide it to your breast, letting him feel its softness and moaning quietly at the touch. Gale's eyes widen in surprise, gently squeezing it but with his eyes fixed on yours.

"You're so beautiful," he whispers, reaching up to touch your face with his free hand.

"Thank you, so are you," you reply, leaning down to capture his lips in another tender kiss. He seems to find your praise very arousing, as his breathing quickens and he thrusts his hips upward, seeking more contact with your body. In response, you arch your back and press your chest against him, savoring the feel of his erection against your core and thighs.

"I want you so much," he murmurs, his voice rough with desire. "I've been dreaming of this moment for so long but I never- I didn’t think-“ he gasps at a particularly good thrust.

You're not sure how to answer, so instead you keep whispering sweet nothings in his ear. "You're an amazing kisser, Gale," you say, "you touch me so good..."

He moans in your mouth, gripping your hips harder as he keeps pounding erratically. Your hands move to his hair, pulling from the strands and eliciting a small whine from his throat. You can feel the hardness of his erection brushing against your wet folds with every movement, and it sends shivers of pleasure down your spine. You let out a moan into his lips as his fingers find their way to your clit, rubbing small circles that send sparks of pleasure throughout your body. Feeling his arousal growing even more, you know he won't last much longer, so you move your hips in a faster rhythm, grinding against his cock with more urgency.

Gale lets out a low growl, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he matches your movements. The friction between your bodies is almost unbearable, but in the most delicious way possible. As you continue to move together, your breaths growing heavier and more ragged, you can feel the familiar sensation of your orgasm building within you too. Gale seems to be close as well, as he begins to thrust deeper and harder into your thighs, his breath hot and ragged against your neck. You can hear the slap of skin and the squelching sound of your now wet thighs.

"Oh, gods," he gasps out, feeling himself getting closer and closer to the edge. "I'm gonna..."

His body suddenly tenses up as he comes undone, his hips bucking wildly as he spills himself into the soft skin. For several moments, Gale lies there panting and gasping for breath.

"Oh, gods," he gasps out. "That was...amazing."

You lean and press a gentle kiss to his lips, smiling at him as you do.

"I'm glad it brought you pleasure," you whisper softly, running your fingers through his hair.

Suddenly, his skilled fingers find their way back to your core. He seems to sense that you didn't reach climax with him earlier and now he's determined to make sure you do. His touch is intense as he circles and rubs against your clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. You let out a moan, arching your back and grinding against his hand. He watches you with intense desire in his eyes as he continues to pleasure you.

"Gods, you're so beautiful," he murmurs, his voice husky with lust. "I am not going to be able to forget this."

His words only fuel your desire even more, and you can feel yourself getting closer to the edge once again. Your nails dig into his shoulders as you ride the waves of pleasure, your hips moving in sync with his fingers.

"I want to make you feel good," Gale says breathlessly, kissing along your neck and collarbone. "Tell me what feels good."

You guide his hand lower, signaling for him to enter you with his fingers. He complies eagerly, sliding two fingers inside of you and curling them just right to hit that perfect spot. You cry out in pleasure, your walls clenching around him. You know you are not going to last long, still sensitive from the previous ministrations.

"Thank the heavens and hells," Gale groans, looking at me like I am a work of art. Setting a steady pace with his fingers, he kisses down your chest and takes one nipple into his mouth. The combination of sensations has you teetering on the edge once again.

"I-I'm close," you manage to say between gasps.

"Come for me," Gale whispers against your skin, increasing the speed and pressure of his movements.

With a final thrust of his fingers and a flick of his tongue against your hardened nipple, you come undone in a powerful climax that leaves you panting and shaking in Gale's arms. He holds onto you tightly as he continues to pleasure you through the aftershocks.

"That was incredible," he murmurs against your skin as he peppers kisses all over your face.

"Yes it was," you reply dreamily, still basking in the afterglow.

Gale pulls out from between your thighs and settles down next to you, his strong arms enveloping you in a warm embrace. As you press your body closer to his, you feel a subtle shift, an unspoken understanding passing between the two of you. Instead of voicing it out loud, you turn to him and whisper,

"Thank you very much, Gale. Goodnight"

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kazuiislazy · 1 year

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“Promise Me?”

Pairing: Kaz Brekker x reader Summary: Reader having a nightmare and seeking comfort from a nightmare himself. (Ah yes, we love to see it.) You woke up breathing heavily and in cold sweat. You laid back down and forced your eyes to close but you couldn’t stop picturing it. So, you shot back up in bed. At this point, you gave up on trying to fall back asleep. Perhaps Kaz would be awake and you could disturb him– just for tonight, you thought.

You entered the room without knocking because you were used to just slipping in and out of rooms quietly. Kaz sat at his desk but.. was he asleep? His head was on the table, with papers scattered everywhere. You felt bad for intruding but you didn’t want to leave Kaz at the desk. You were torn between moving him to his bed and walking away.

You learned the hard way that Kaz didn’t like physical touch. As you were about to move him, he woke up with a jolt. You stood frozen. He turned to look at you. “What are you doing here?” You started looking left and right as if it would help you. “Uh, nothing..?” He huffed. “Be honest.” That’s rich coming from you, you rolled your eyes.

“Ihadanightmareandwantedtotalktoyouaboutit,” You admitted, He cocked his eyebrow at you, practically asking you to repeat what you had said. “I had a nightmare.” You sighed, He sighed back at you. “And?” You shifted uncomfortably. “I wanted to disturb you.. but you weren’t awake,” He got up from his seat and limped his way to the bed.

He patted the bed. “Sit,” Now you were confused. You stood still. “This is a one time offer,” You walked towards the bed and sat awkwardly. There was a small gap in between the both of you. He took a deep breath in. “Closer, [Y/N],” Your eyes widened. “No, Kaz, it’s fine, you don’t need to-” He was glaring at you now. You moved closer.

“Tell me about it,” And you did. You told him about the nightmare that you had and both of you talked about it for hours.

—

“You should get some rest,” Kaz stated. You hummed, flopping down on the bed. “Goodnight,” you muttered. He gave a firm nod. “Promise me you’ll still be here when I wake up,” you meant it as a statement but it came out as a question. “Deal is the deal,”

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A/N: sorry i haven't been posting/answering your requests if you've sent some but.. i'll try to catch up to them soon :'). have this in the meanwhile i found this in my old documents so.. yeah.

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daytaker · 6 months

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Could you perhaps write something where gn!mc is just,,, a complete asshole. Fully standoffish and rude, I think it'd be hilarious [bonus points if they have a traumatic backstory for WHY]

No bonus points for me because my asshole MCs exist in a state of suspended animation and they're just like this Because They Are.

Now, I go on and actually explore my idea from an earlier prompt that MC being standoffish would derail the entire plot of OG Season 1 since it requires them to help Belphie get out of the attic.

And if you're wondering, yes, Solomon is quoting KJV Book of Revelation at the end there.

How Your Year-Long Vacation In the Devildom Ended in the Apocalypse

or; Asshole Standoffish MC says what?

Ship: None Word Count: ~1.3k Triggers: Uhhhh... (points to the title)

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You're not here to make friends.

And you're definitely not here to date any million-year-old demons who look like they stepped out of the pages of Esquire.

You're here because you're Fate's favorite bitch, and apparently you haven't been suffering enough lately.

So you go ahead and announce all that to your host family the first time you all sit down for dinner.

"...Are humans like that?" asks Asmodeus, looking between you and his brothers. "...I...I don't remember humans being like that."

"Wow. Okay," says Leviathan, staring at his Switch. "First of all, what's your damage. Second, you should probably find the demons who are interested in dating you and let them know, lmao." He fist-bumps Mammon without looking up from the screen.

"What's Esquire?" asks Beel.

"I'm gonna go eat in my room," you say. "Goodnight."

As you leave, you hear Mammon mumble, "Well, they were right about being a bitch."

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Things aren't any less irritating at that stupid school. Honestly, who names a school after themselves and the fact that they're royalty? Was he just trying to make an easy acronym? Seriously. 'Royal Academy of Diavolo'.... It makes you cringe, hard.

So you sit in the back of all your classes and doodled your favorite sleep paralysis monsters getting closer and closer to the foot of your bed over the course of the day. You're just getting to where you can see the empty white scleras staring up at you when Dumb, Dumb, and Dumber turn up, A.K.A. the other exchange students, A.K.A. Simeon the Angel (dumb), Luke the Baby Angel (also dumb), and Solomon (dumber), the immortal human sorcerer and also the ancient king of Jerusalem? (Like, that Solomon? What the fuck, why does he look like a twenty-three year old anime boy?)

"You must be the newest exchange student," says the tall angel.

"Yeah, and?" you answer.

"Hey, you don't need to be so rude to him!" says the baby angel. His voice makes you want to throw yourself into a furnace.

"Yeah, and?" you answer again.

"Haha! So the new student has some spunk! I like that," says the Biblical king.

"Why are you all bothering me? I was drawing my sleep par--"

"We should all hang out at Purgatory Hall sometime," suggests Simeon, proving he hasn't been paying attention. "By the way, why did Diavolo end up putting you in with the brothers instead of situating you with us?"

"Because I walk around naked at night and I don't care who sees, and there's a child in your dorm."

"Really?" asks Simeon, covering Luke's ears. "Why do you do that?"

"Because fuck you, that's why. Leave me alone."

"I don't remember humans being like that," murmurs Simeon to Solomon as they walk away.

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"I'm a human too," says the demon in the attic.

"Uh-huh," you say with undisguised skepticism. "And you want me to forge pacts because...?"

"Because then you can release me. Us humans have to stick together."

You let that hang there for a few seconds before dropping the ax.

"...So I know you're Belphegor. Because your fucking picture is up in the house. You absolute moron."

His expression drops.

"You idiot. You lying shit. Don't waste my time like this again. I'm not forging pacts with any demons. I know you missed my first dinner here, but to sum it up: I'm not here to make friends."

"I don't remember humans being like this," he mumbles to himself. "Wha- hey! Wait! Where are you going?! Come back! Come- come back!!!"

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It's Diavolo's birthday party, and Lucifer forces you to come.

By that, I mean he physically picks you up and drags you there while you struggle and rage.

"I don't remember humans being like this," Diavolo says to Barbatos with some concern as he sees you carried thrashing through the entry.

"Oh, they absolutely are," argues Solomon. "I only calmed down after I'd been around about a hundred years. But for their stage of development, I'd say they're pretty much par for the course."

Barbatos stares blankly at Solomon as Diavolo nods sagely. "I see, I see... I suppose I'll have to keep that in mind when selecting our next exchange student."

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"Finally! The year is almost up, which means this loser's going back to the human world, and Belphie's gonna come back home!" cheers Mammon.

"Very expository of you," Satan replies dryly.

"Oh, Belphie is Belphegor, right? Your youngest brother?" you ask, looking up from the knife you've been sharpening. It's one of the chores you reluctantly accepted over the course of your stay here. You're taking care of your knife duties while brothers 2 and 4 cook dinner.

"Uh, obviously," snorts Mammon. "Why, what do you care? You'll be gone before he gets here."

"I forgot I never mentioned this to any of you. He's in the attic."

Mammon and Satan stare at you. Mammon chuckles nervously. "Whaaa? Don't be stupid, there's nothing up in the attic. Lucifer doesn't even let us go up there."

You stare back at him, unblinking. The two brothers glance at each other.

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You sit on your suitcase in the front hall of the House of Lamentation as the place goes up in flames.

Beelzebub is in a mindless rage, cursing Lucifer and breaking down walls. Every now and then, the entire house rumbles, indicating its structural integrity is just that much less solid.

Leviathan summoned Lotan in a moment of panic when Mammon kicked his door in and announced that Belphegor was going to war against the human world and Lucifer and Diavolo and he'd better pick sides before he got drafted, so the entire ground floor is soaked in a few inches of water and tentacles keep reaching out from the depths of the house. You swat them away whenever they get too close. You're not sure where Levi is now, but based on the fact you can hear Mammon screaming and pounding at the bathroom door, you can make a good guess.

Asmodeus released Cerberus from the basement after charming him, and when he realized the dog was too enraptured to obey Lucifer, the pressure got to him and he fled. Now the two are on the war path to Majolish, because 'all this drama is stressing [them] out' and 'this is how [they] cope, okay?'

Lucifer is grappling with Belphie and Satan, who, upon hearing that Belphie intended to rebel against Lucifer, joined his cause. He keeps trying to bang their heads together; you can see it happening in front of the fireplace down the hall. But Satan's tail keeps slashing at him like some sort of prehensile melee weapon and it's clearly at least somewhat effective.

Looking up, you see what appears to be a pair of dragons grappling in the sky, and all around you are the sounds of screams and sirens. The earth rumbles around you, and even the stars seemed to be falling from the sky.

"I can't believe you did it!"

You turn around in surprise as the door opens. Solomon stands there, beaming at you like a proud father. "You really did it! You broke the sixth seal!"

"Sorry, what?"

"'And I beheld when he had opened the sixth seal, and, lo, there was a great earthquake; and the sun became black as sackcloth of hair, and the moon became as blood!'"

"Sorry, what?"

The roof begins to cave in, so you step out of the way, and Solomon laughs maniacally.

"It's still going! 'And the great kings of the land said to the mountains and rocks, "Fall on us, and hide us from the face of him that sitteth on the throne!"'" Another chunk of the ceiling crashes directly in front of you.

"Are you high?"

"Yes!"

"Share."

So we smoke a joint, staring up through the broken roof into the starless sky, watching demons and brawl, awaiting the breaking of the seventh seal: silence.

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kkami-writes · 1 year

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Black Blood - Chapter Three. wc. 1.2k + 10 SS

Introductions had been brief and you tried your best to remember them, repeating the names over and over in your head, which was what you were doing now while laid in your new bed. The room was small but rather cozy, just a singular bed and desk, nothing else occupying the space and you briefly wondered who had lived in here before.

Glancing at the clock it read 4am, the last two hours since you had said goodnight had been a blur, much like time usually was for you when you had nothing to do (which was most of the time). While you didn’t need to sleep, you still loved to close your eyes and let the hours pass by - but with your thoughts bouncing around in your head you know you won’t be able to get any rest. So instead, you decide to at least spend some of your time wisely, moving out of your new room to explore the rest of their little apartment.

In order to make less noise you had taken off your heels. If you were honest, you hated them. You were clumsy enough without them, the amount of times you had almost broken an ankle is far too many to count. Walking around, you noticed that their place is rather big, enough to fit all of them comfortably with a nice kitchen area with three fridges. You briefly wonder why they would need three, but with eight boys they probably ate a lot. Still, it made you laugh at the fact they had three whole ass fridges.

The shared living space had a large black leather couch sitting in front of a TV. It wasn’t the cleanest space with scattered boxes around but it wasn’t terrible, and honestly you were surprised it was rather put together for eight boys who looked around college age.

Not feeling like confining yourself up in your new room, it was a little too depressing to be in to be honest, just the bed and desk being your only company. Instead, you decide to just chill on the couch, which was a lot more comfy than you thought. Hours were spent like this, just mindlessly scrolling through your phone and you don’t even notice when the sun slowly starts to come up.

When the first boy wakes up he’s dragging himself out of his room, yawning loudly before he makes eye contact with you. He seems shocked to see you just chilling on the couch in their living room, and perhaps you think he’s forgotten that you were here, hoping that last night had just been a nightmare.

You smile a little awkwardly at him, greeting him a good morning as you check the time. 7:30. Damn, now you feel really bad for partially being the reason they had gotten less sleep than normal. Hopefully they could get some more rest later. Your voice seems to finally stir him out of his sleepy haze as he scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. Chan. You’re pretty sure that’s what his name was, the redhead.

“Ah, right. Um. Good morning,”

“You’re up early. I’m surprised,”

“Yeah, we have a lot of work to do right now so unfortunately, no sleeping in for us. Sorry- I don’t really have time to talk right now, I need to get the other boys up and ready,” You simply nod your head in understanding, waving him off and telling him you were fine, to not worry about the demon in his living room. Chan laughs a little awkwardly before sliding into another room and you can hear the other person letting out an annoyed groan.

It doesn’t take long for the apartment to become a chaotic mess, boys scrambling in and out of doors, trying to complete their morning routines. They look like a bunch of ants, all scattered around and yelling at each other. It’s entertaining to say the least but you can spot several of them with dark circles, easily seeing how tired they are as they drag themselves across their dorm.

With a sigh, you move to get up, heading towards their kitchen as you search for a coffee machine. You decide to make yourself somewhat useful if they weren’t going to use you for your “intended purpose”. While tempting, you didn’t want to just sit there like an idiot, doing nothing. It was the least you could do for now.

One of them is by the door, putting on his shoes and adjusting the bag he has over his shoulder. He’s just about to leave before you call out to him and he looks up at you with a slightly confused face, even as you push the to-go cup into his hands.

“Um…Hyunjin? Right?” He nods, slightly surprised that you had even remembered his name and honestly, you are too. “It’s just uh, coffee. I just thought maybe you’d guys would like some. Um, you don’t have to take it of course if you don’t want any,” You’re rambling now so you shut yourself up. To be honest you don’t know what you’re doing, this situation is so out of your depth and it was making you act weird. You were good for one thing, and one thing only and it certainly wasn’t making coffee for 8 tired college(?) students.

Before you can take it away, he’s grabbing onto the cup and subsequently your hands.

“Ah no! It’s fine! Thank you, I’ll take it,” Hyunjin is smiling at you and for a second you can’t help but think that his smile is almost prettier than he is. His eyes dart down your figure for a moment before he’s flushing, ears turning pink as he averts his eyes. It’s then you realize that you’re still clad in your normal clothes, which is just the lingerie you had been wearing the night before. Still, you find it rather endearing that he can’t look at you now without staring at your chest, which in his defense is completely on display.

“Um! Thanks again! Ok, I gotta go, bye!” He’s quick to throw himself out the door, a small tittering laugh leaves your lips at his antics. You end up giving each boy a cup of coffee, each of them thanking you in return with little to no eye contact. You briefly wonder if you should change - or keep it on just to tease them.

Chan is the last one out of the door, thanking you for the coffee but politely refused since he didn’t prefer the drink.

“So, uh- I know things haven’t really been explained yet and hopefully we can soon but um. The gist for now is please do not leave the apartment. It would be really bad if people were to see you,” You hadn’t been expecting to be let out of the house of course, but the way he emphasizes this fact makes you curious. You let it go for now, assuming you’d get answers to everything later.

“No problem, you got it boss. Oh, here’s my number by the way. Text or call if you need anything, I can be there in a second,” You hand him a piece of paper with your number as you quickly summon your phone into existence, waving it around. Chan wasn’t sure if he would ever get used to the small magic you could do, much less come to terms with having an actual demon in the dorms.

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Chapter 11 It almost worked

Chapter 11 of Sugar

A/N- PLEASE THEY JUST WANT TO BE A HAPPY FAMILY!!

Warning- Swearing, Sweet tooth rotting FLUFF, angst, pregnancy talk, spoilers, long chapter, intended sexual activities and just soft and small sexual scene

Pairing- Suguru Geto x Gojo!fem-reader, (future) Choso x fem!reader

Takes place during- Jjk 0 movie

(Let me know if you want to be tagged)

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“You’re late,” he whispers and hands you the book he carried in his hands.

You sigh deeply and glance at the door he walked out of before you look down at the tiger-like curse protecting the door as if some stranger is going to just waltz in and take what he’s protecting. You’ll have to thank Suguru for that, he didn’t want her to be left unprotected when the both of you weren't around; even if she's safe living in a community full of sorcerers, and is taken care of by a sorcerer.

Then again it’s not like it actually matters now; the tiger curse bonded with whom it was assigned to protect; the same way Toji was bonded with that worm that Suguru only got after his death.

“And you’re here,” you deadpan and walk past him to knock on the twin’s door. “Nanako, Mimiko, I’m home,” you announce in a softer tone than what you used with Suguru.

“Yeah, we heard!” Nanako shouts, and neither of them bothers to get up.

“Goodnight!” Mimiko shouts back. “Love you!”

You smile. “Me too! Good night!” You exclaim and then sigh as you turn to make a beeline towards your room without stopping by Suguru’s side.

“What did you do?” He asks calmly.

When you enter your room you put the book down on the shelf and instead grab your pajamas. “I went to a bar with Yuki,” you share. “Did you…end up going over there?”

You don’t need to be specific, he knows. So he answers. “Yes, but I didn’t get any of the action. I only saw the aftermath…the children were saved,” he reveals, making you stop just as you were getting other stuff, and turn to face him with a soft pleading look.

“Tell me Suguru that what you did had meaning,” you say quietly and put your clothes down to step closer to him. “Not everything else, but what you just did today.”

Suguru’s eyes soften and he closes the gap by grabbing your cheeks and pulling you closer to him. “Of course, there was, baby. And we are so much closer to our goal because of it,” he shares with growing excitement. “The curses that littered that school were excorized within seconds after Orimoto Rika was released. All of them, even the bigger one I let out. I didn’t get to see it, but the aftermath…” he trails off and smirks deeply. “It was truly promising. So yes, it has meaning.”

You let out a deep relieved breath and nod lightly. He nonetheless continues. “I’m so much closer to giving you and the girls the world I promised,” he whispers, causing your lips to tug to a smile. “We’re so much closer to ending this misery. I just need that curse and it will all be worth it.”

You hold his gaze and see only reassurance in his dark eyes. So that’s what you feel, comfort. There’s no ounce of doubt anymore, he never lies to you for you to have doubts, and he always accomplishes the promises he makes to you and the girls. So the guilt and hesitation you felt, melt away with his words, and with his fired-up excitement and loving gaze.

Others would see this, hear this, and call it madness perhaps, but all you hear is comfort and hope.

“Okay,” you whisper softly. “Okay, I’m sorry I got upset.”

Suguru shakes his head and caresses your cheeks. “It’s okay don’t apologize.”

You smile wider and grab his hands. “I’ll help you,” you let him know confidently. “We’ll get this curse together, whatever it takes.”

Suguru grins and nods. “Whatever it takes,” he repeats and brushes his thumb over your bottom lip before he begins to kiss you slowly as if teasing you.

You try to deepen the gesture, but he pulls back and begins to press a trail of kisses down to your neck.

“I need to take a shower,” you say breathlessly as you try to focus on anything else but his soft lips. “Suguru,” you muse.

Said man moves up and smashes his lips on yours, this time he’s quick and rougher, he shoves his tongue in you, making you gasp and go weak in the knees. Just as you’re about to stumble he slides one hand down to the back of your knee and slides your leg up to hook it around his waist, while he uses his other hand to grab your ass and lift you up to then throw you on the bed.

You laugh and before you know it, he’s taking his shirt off and flashing a smirk.

“Suguru,” you repeat again. “I’ve been out all day, I need to change out of these clothes at least.”

He snickers. “I’ll help you with that, after all you promised earlier didn’t you?”

You beam at him and welcome him with open arms. When he’s on top of you neither of you wastes any time to rip each other's clothes off and leave each other completely nude.

“Did you lock the door?” You ask him as you wrap your arms around his neck.

Suguru nods as his eyes roam your body. “Yeah, yeah,” he says breathlessly before he leans down and begins to press kisses on the collar of your neck and slowly moves his way down, making you ball the material of the bedsheet as your heart races, and your breathing gets heavier as he fills you with burning desire.

“Suguru,” you gasp breathlessly.

“Hm?” He hums and pulls his mouth away to grab your legs and pull them apart to plant kisses on your inner thigh, making you close your eyes and get lost in the sensation of his lips, of his breath unfurling over your skin, and his warmth over the part where you desire his touch the most.

“I asked for the pictures from your shoot today,” he says between kisses. “And darling, you looked absolutely breathtaking.” He pulls back and you groan in protest, making him snicker. He then moves up to hover over you again.

You would be impatient and flip him over, but instead, you look into his eyes and smile with awe. He mirrors your smile and leans in closer to you, causing his long hair to fall down like a gentle stream around your head, and shielding the single light you had left on in your room.

Neither of you say anything, you just watch each other, study each other's nude bodies basked by the dim light, and look up again. It’s been 11 years since you’ve been together and you still grow flustered under his gaze.

“I love you,” he muses endearly, “Mrs. Geto.”

You giggle and gently cup his cheek and tuck strands of his hair behind his ear. He leans into your touch and kisses your palm.

“I love you, Sugar,” you whisper with a beaming smile.

He grins and then nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck to begin kissing you again. “Mrs. Geto,” he whispers against your flesh.

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*FIVE YEARS BACK*

You to Nanami: Can we talk, please?

You rapidly knock your knuckle on the table and wait. He might not respond right away, he might not even look at it at all. After all, it's been years since you’ve last talked and seen each other, but you have time to wait; the twins are at school, and Suguru is at his Religious group. You can wait.

Nevertheless, only a few minutes pass before a message comes in from Nanami.

Nanami: Yeah, where? When?

You sigh with relief and feel happy tears fill your eyes. You just thought he’d never want to talk to you again.

You: Right now? Uhm maybe your place? Or somewhere quiet?

Only seconds pass this time before you get a response.

Nanami: Okay, we can meet up at my place. Want me to get a car for you?

Oh? He’s changed, he doesn’t sound so moody anymore. He would’ve never offered to get you a ride before. He would’ve made you pay actually.

It’s a nice change.

You: No, I’m fine, I have my ride. Just send your address.

Nanami doesn’t fret to send his address, he doesn’t interrogate you any longer and just assures you that he’ll be right there. Albeit when you reach his apartment complex you end up waiting in the lobby for him.

You still have plenty of time before the girls are out of school so you don’t grow anxious, you read a book and ignore the wandering stares of the passersby who recognize you from magazines, billboards, and runways they've seen you in. You are a bit nervous to see Nanami again after 4 years of going without contact, but your current concern outbeats that so thankfully that’s not your top priority.

“Y/N?” You suddenly hear your name being called.

You close the book and stand up off the chair.

“Sorry I’m late,” you recognize your friend's voice. “There was traffic.”

You turn around and finally face him, noticing that he no longer has bangs, his hair is a lot shorter and more neatly styled. He looks a lot more muscular now too, or at least it seems that way, he used to be so skinny before. And he looks so formal in his suit. He honestly looks great! A little tired, but hey, who isn’t?

“Nanamin!” You exclaim and run over to him to throw your arms around him.

Regardless of the previous anxiety, and your current concern you still do feel excited to see him.

“Y/N,” he mutters as he gently taps your shoulder before he grows more stiff and pulls back slowly to look down at you. You follow his line of gaze and smirk before you step back and sigh. “I’m sorry, were you working?” You ask with guilt. “It looks like you came out of work. I’m sorry, you should’ve told me to wait—”

“No,” he cuts you off as he reaches for his blue tie to loosen it. “It’s fine, the day was boring anyway. Are you okay? What’s wrong?” He asks and meets your gaze, catching the difference in your eye color and blinking repeatedly with surprise. He doesn’t ask about it though and you don’t comment on it either, you just exhale deeply and feel your concern take priority once again.

“Uh, can we go to your house or something?” You ask.

“Yeah, sorry.” He quickly says and doesn’t waste any more time, he leads you to his apartment. And you have to admit the walk there is pretty awkward, neither of you knows what to really say, and you both have questions ready to ask, but neither of you makes the first move.

When you walk into his studio apartment that’s a different story though. It may not be big, but it’s still very neatly kept, and pretty fancy. The view is great too; you can see the city from his apartment.

“Wow, Nanami, this is very nice,” you muse as you take your coat off while you study his place. “Very organized too.” You smile and look for any sign of a partner just so you can be prepared if they walk in and think the worst.

“Are Geto and you still together?” He finally manages to ask.

You nod. “Mhm, we're married now,” you share with a nervous laugh. “We’re going on almost three years now.”

Nanami scoffs softly. “Sounds like him. Where is he?”

You put your coat on his rack by the entrance and continue to give him your back as you take your shoes off. “He’s at his facility. So working,” you share. “I wanted to talk to you alone.”

“Are you okay?” He asks again as he waits for you by his entrance.

You exhale deeply and share a breathless laugh. “Well, it depends,” you mutter and turn around to face him and catch him off guard.

“Uh,” he breathes out as he looks down at your belly.

“Big breakfast,” you tease as you see him continue to look at you with shock.

Nanami clears his throat awkwardly so you burst out laughing and tap your swollen belly. “I’m fucking with you,” you assure him. “Yeah, I’m knocked up. Don’t worry, it’s not yours.”

Nanami rolls his eyes. “Glad to see you haven’t changed,” he remarks.

You giggle and follow him as he guides you over to his couch. Before you can sit though, he props up pillows and pulls over his footrest like a nice gentleman.

“Nanamin,” you whisper and grab his arm. “It’s okay, I'm just pregnant not invalid. Thank you though.”

He doesn’t listen and tries to make your spot as comfortable as possible before you sit down. “What do you want to drink?” He asks as he steps back. “I have uh, day-old bread. Or crackers. I can make you something.”

You flash him a smile. “No, I just ate breakfast not so long ago. But some water is fine.”

He nods and walks off to his kitchen.

“Do you have a partner?” You probe. “I don’t want them to come home and freak out because they see me here. I’ll feel bad.”

“No,” he quickly answers as he grabs a glass cup. “No partner. You’ll be fine.”

You hum softly and gently fiddle with the edge of your skirt.

“How,” he interjects as he serves water in two cups. “How far along are you?”

You smile softly. “Five months,” you announce. “So halfway there.”

Nanami returns and places a cup of water in front of you before he places his cup down and sits down across from you. “Does…your brother know?” He asks, making you grow stiff and annoyed.

“No,” you deadpan. “He doesn’t know. I haven’t seen or talked to him in four years.” You sigh and take the cup of water to take a long sip, feeling every ounce of excitement, relief, and joy wash away.

“Look,” you change the subject with a more melancholy look on your face. “I’m sorry I made you get out of work, I just didn’t have anyone else to turn to. Tsukumo is away, and…Shoko…I haven’t talked to her in four years, plus, I don’t think she’d want to talk to me, so I thought of you. I hope that’s okay, and I know it’s bad that I call you just to come here and burden you with my problems, but I couldn't think of anyone else.”

“It’s okay,” Nanami assures you softly. “I know it’s been a while, but we’re still friends.”

Your eyes fill with tears and you can’t help but flash him a sad smile at the mention.

“So please don’t be afraid to share your burdens with me,” he adds.

You draw out a deep breath and place the glass down as you gather up how to express yourself without bursting into tears. He never rushes you, he waits until finally you find a way to share. “You know my stance with non-sorcerers. Suguru thinks the same way,” you interject softly. “Albeit he hates them a little more than me, he has no tolerance for them. He…killed his parents so as to not make an exception…” you trail off and draw in a shaky breath and take another sip of water as you grow nervous and scared.

“And,” you add. “I guess I'm scared. I mean, he loves the idea of having the baby. He’s so excited and protective, but what happens when the kid doesn’t have cursed energy?” You finally manage to express your concern. “What happens then? He’ll hate me and the baby. And I’m scared because of it. I mean I can deal with him hating me, but the kid?” You ask rhetorically and feel tears escape from your eyes. “And I know it’s way too soon to tell, but I’m still scared.”

“Why should you be though?” Nanami questions, making you sniffle and look over at him—“you come from a long line of strong sorcerers. Geto is a strong sorcerer. I’m sure your kid will be just as exceptional.”

You manage a faint smile, but that fades away quickly. “The Zen’in’s had Toji,” you explain. “He was born with no cursed energy. And I hear that they have another one who’s just the same. It’s not rare for kids from sorcerer families to be born like non-sorcerers.”

Nanami sighs and nods softly. “Yeah, I guess you’re right,” he says and then goes quiet for a moment. “But,” he then adds. “I don’t think that’ll be your case. Even if it was, that’d make Geto a deadbeat bastard if he’s willing to hate his kid because of something they couldn’t control.”

He might be right, but that doesn’t take away from the fact that you’d feel like it was your fault. And it doesn’t take away from the fact that you’d live with guilt for the rest of your life for your child because her father couldn’t love her.

“Yeah,” you mumble. “I guess you're right.”

“And if it happens you always have your brother,” he adds, making you grow stiff and annoyed.

“Please,” you mutter with that clear emotion. “I don’t want to talk about Satoru.”

“Y/N,” Nanami scolds you. “I can’t tell you to forget what happened, but he’s still your brother.”

You clench your jaw and shrug. “I don’t care. He left, so I’m leaving him behind. So please don’t bring him up anymore, and don’t tell him about anything. Don’t tell anyone.”

Nanami sighs and nods. “Okay.”

You hum and wipe away your tears.

“Look,” he continues to say. “I don’t think you have anything to worry about. I’m sure your kid will turn out to be a sorcerer. I’m sure that they’ll be as strong as you…”

You smile softly.

“And if they don’t then…you always have a place here. You and your kid.”

You gasp softly and tears rush down your cheeks. “Thank you,” you murmur. “You’re nice. Nicer than before that’s for sure.”

Nanami scoffs and smiles softly at the ground. “I was a moody teenager then.”

“Weren't we all?” You agree. “Are you still a sorcerer?” You can’t help but ask since there’s really nothing either of you can do about your situation right now. You just needed to talk to someone and hear their advice.

“No,” Nanami reveals. “I quit that. I’m a working stiff now. You?”

“Well,” you sigh and sit back. “I hunt curses, yeah. I do odd jobs with Tsukumo, but right now I am on maternity leave.” You laugh softly.

“Besides that,” Nanami adds. “I see you’re doing well for yourself. I mean you're doing your dream job.”

You grin and nod. “Yeah, you remembered! Yeah,” you repeat. “Well after I dropped out, I worked to get stronger, but after that, I said what the heck, I’m going to try, and next thing I knew I’m walking down runways and shooting for magazine covers.”

Nanami smiles and nods softly. “Good for you. I'm glad you could follow that dream,” he shares. “I don’t think it would’ve been possible if you stayed at school.”

You hum in agreement and drink more water, and as you do, you feel the baby kick so you jolt up and rush over to your friend. “Oh my god, give me your hand,” you say quickly and grab his hand regardless. “She’s kicking, wanna feel?”

Nanami looks down at your belly and hesitates before he mutters his response slowly. “Okay?”

You beam at him and press his hand against the spot where you feel her kick. Rather than looking down you watch Nanami, and see his breath catch, and his eyes widen slightly as he feels her.

“Cool, huh?” You muse. “The twins love to lay on me and feel her move.”

“Twins?” Nanami asks as he pulls his hand away.

You nod. “Yeah, we adopted twin girls that Suguru rescued…Maybe we can hang out again and you can meet them. They’re my pride and joy.” You mention with a soft smile.

Nanami hums softly. “Yeah. That’d be nice,” he agrees.

You beam at him and then sit back in your seat to add something else about the baby. “Suguru and I wanted to name the baby Yu, if it was a boy, just like—”

“Haibara,” Nanami finishes for you as his lips tug to a soft smile.

You nod softly. “Yeah,” you whisper. “But it turns out we’re expecting a girl, so now, we’re clueless as to what we want to name her. Suki is up in the air, or Kiko, but we’re still debating. So if you have a suggestion that’d be great.”

Nanami chuckles. “I wouldn't have a clue,” he says.

“Well,” you sigh. “We still have four months left to decide, so.”

“Are you scared?” Nanami interjects. “To have your baby, I mean.”

“A little,” you admit. “But mostly I’m excited. I can’t wait, I want to meet her already.”

“You know out everyone I never expected you to have a kid,” Nanami shares softly, catching you a surprise. “I thought your brother would, but not you. Now that you’re expecting one, I’m happy for you, y/n. I’m happy that you found a way to live your life outside of our messed-up world. I know you'll make a great mother.”

Happy tears fill your eyes and your heart skips a beat. “Thank you, Nanami. Thank you for everything,” you tell him sweetly. “I hope we can continue to talk and hang out so you can meet her. So we can continue to be friends as well. I missed you, you know.”

“Yeah,” he whispers. “School was never the same after you left…I missed you too,” he admits, making you grin softly.

Your fear about your child’s future won’t go away, but you’re happy that you got your friend back in your life. You really missed him.

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*NOW.*

“Hello! Can I come in?!”

“Oh, your child’s awake,” you whisper against Suguru’s chest as you’re snuggled up against him after you exhausted yourselves after last night's passionate activities.

“It was getting late,” he comments on the fact that your daughter always wakes up at the same time every morning and never fails to come to your room first—“Yes, Satori, you can come in,” he addresses the visitor as he caresses your back.

The door opens and the sound of stomping paws rush in and skid to a stop by the bed.

“What did I say about that curse in the room?” You question as you keep your head on Suguru’s chest.

“Mommy!” Satori ignores you before you feel her jump on the bed and crawl over to throw herself on you. “You’re finally home.”

You hum. “I got home late, sorry, Chipmunk.”

Little arms wrap around you and her long strands of hair fall over your face. “We missed you,” she muses.

You pull your arm out from under her and hug her tightly against you. “I missed you too.”

“Guess what?” She asks, making you open your eyes and meet her dark brown eyes looking at you already.

“What?” You whisper.

She leans close to your ear, causing her black hair to cover your eyes as it falls all over the place now. “Daddy said we’re going to buy your birthday present soon,” she whispers loudly.

“Excuse me?” Suguru cuts in. “That’s supposed to be a secret, Chipmunk.”

Satori giggles. “But daddy, I didn’t tell her what it was.”

You smirk and glance at Suguru. “You’ll tell me, huh?” You ask your daughter.

Satori pushes herself up and stabs her knee in your ribs as she does, making you groan.

“Well,” she mumbles. “No, because Nana said she’d take away my dolls if I did.”

You giggle. “Oh, don’t worry she won’t.”

“But last yesterday—”

“The other day,” Suguru corrects her.

“Oh…the other day, she hid my doll! And she didn’t want to give it back,” she whines and pouts. “She’ll do it again. Daddy, you have to tell her something,” she complains and throws herself on him, making sure to squeeze herself between him and you even though his other side is empty.

She always does this. She’s like…Satoru in that way, always wanting Suguru’s attention for themselves.

“I’ll talk to her,” Suguru assures his young daughter. “Okay?”

Satori nods and continues to push you back with her feet so Suguru can hug her instead. “Are you going to work today?” She asks him.

“No, I’m going to be home all day today,” he says with a smile, causing her to squeal—“what do you want to do today?” He asks. “Maybe we could go harvest some apples with your mommy and your sisters?”

“Apple pie?” She asks. “Uncle Larue makes the best.”

Suguru smiles brightly and nods. “Yeah, we can definitely ask him.”

“Yay!”

“What about me?” You complain as you’re left on the edge. “I’m cold over here.”

Satori and Suguru both look over at you at the same time, and their resemblance shows off as they’re side by side. She’s literally a mini him except for in personality, she probably takes after you in that. Or…he who shall not be named anymore.

“Well,” Satori mutters as she lays her head on Suguru’s neck. “I guess you can be with us.”

Suguru snickers, and you move yourself back to lay beside your daughter.

“You know,” you muse as you cover her with the blanket. “You used to sleep on your daddy’s chest all the time when you were a baby.”

Satori rolls her eyes. “Yes, Mommy I know, you tell me all the time.”

You smile brightly and drag yourself closer to Suguru. “And I used to lay right here and watch you guys sleep,” you add.

Satori can’t help but smile as she clutches onto Suguru as if he were going to disappear out of the blue. If she could, she’d go with him everywhere, she’d even go with him to his religious facility, but he says she’s still too young to be there so she stays home with Belinda, or you, or the twins instead. She’s attached to him though, and infatuated with the curses he can manipulate. She’s not scared of them like you were at her age. It makes you glad.

But regardless, this attachment is born out of how spoiled she is by Suguru, which is why she wants to go everywhere with him, he spoils all three of them. And you too. And you can’t say you don’t like it because you do, especially when he spoils the girls, it makes your heart flutter.

“Hey!”

You look over at the door and see Nanako walk in with her hand on her hip. “When is breakfast going to be ready? We’ve been waiting,” she complains.

“Maybe you and Mimiko can make breakfast?” You suggest teasingly as you sit up.

Nanako doesn’t like your joke though, and scoffs before she walks over and throws herself on the bed. “Hey we should catch that scary movie that came out last week,” she says, making Satori gasp.

“No! We’re going to pluck apples today!” She exclaims.

“We can do both,” Nanako argues.

You look at her with concern. “Maybe something not scary?” You suggest.

“You lost the bet,” Mimiko interjects as she slowly makes herself inside the room. “You promised one scary movie.”

Tsk.

You groan softly in protest. “This totally sucks, but I guess you’re right.”

“So what about it, Geto?” Nanako presses as she places her phone down.

Suguru looks up at the ceiling and speechlessly recoils over the fact that he’ll have to be stuck in a theater with non-sorcerers, but he doesn’t actually express his complaint, he sighs instead and nods. “Okay, that’s fine.”

Nanako grins and goes back on her phone, letting you glance over at Mimiko and smile at her as you pat the empty spot beside you.

She looks at the spot for a second before she slowly makes her way to your side to lie beside you.

“For now though,” Suguru adds. “Why don’t we go eat, hm? Satori why don’t you come help me?” He asks.

The little girl finally gets off him and claps joyfully. “Okay! Yay!” She exclaims and quickly climbs off the bed to run to the bathroom first. Suguru follows her and helps her brush her teeth, leaving you with the girls alone.

“So,” Mimiko interjects. “Are you guys closer to getting that special grade curse?”

You sigh and feel her head fall on your shoulder, letting you lay your head on hers as you explain the situation. “Well, not really. But we want to get her soon, Suguru just made his first move though, so we’ll wait a bit until we make our next move before we finally go for the win.”

And you did wait, a few months. You didn’t want to get caught before you could come up with a good strategy to take the curse, so you waited a few months before Suguru decided to make his next move to finally lure Okkotsu out to see the power Rika was blessed with for yourselves.

“Do you really think he’ll release her?” You doubt Suguru as he helps you up on the end of the beam that’s several feet over the abandoned shopping center.

“I’m sure he will,” Suguru assures you as he summons the worm curse to wrap it around his shoulders. “With the semi-first grade curse I’ll release, he’ll have to if he wants to save his friend.”

You hum and lean against the wall to wait for the students they sent out for this mission. “Well if he doesn’t and I get some kind of disease up here,” you complain. “I hope you’re ready to cremate me.”

Suguru scoffs at your over-dramatic comment and stands across from you to watch the entrance.

“If he doesn’t bring out Rika then what?” You ask seriously this time. “The cursed-speech user has his limits, you know. Knowing my brother and the school, Okkotsu is probably already training with something else, so if he doesn’t bring out Rika then what?”

Suguru rubs his chin and looks over at you to meet your gaze. “Well then if they're in trouble you can jump in and help them, we can’t risk Okkotsu dying without having her out. The veil will give you cover so you won’t be seen when the job is done.”

You scoff with amusement. “Jump in and look like some whack job just hanging out ready to save kids in veils? They’ll figure us out on the spot.”

“Well,” he argues. “You wouldn't have to get down, an air technique will be discreet and execute the curse without you having to be seen.”

You sigh and nod. “Yeah, that’s right, but he’ll know for sure.”

Suguru nods. “He’ll know today regardless of what happens,” he says. “So it won’t matter. Let’s just hope they don’t protect the kid and make it impossible to reach.”

You chuckle. “Yeah,” you comment on that matter sarcastically. “That’ll happen.”

Suguru snorts softly. “Yeah, you’re right,” he agrees with you. “But he is Satoru’s student, who knows maybe he’s different.”

You avert your gaze and frown at the thought, but you also hope that Suguru’s right about Satoru protecting Okkotsu, because at least he’ll protect the kid better than he protected you that day nine years ago.

“Look,” Suguru breaks you from your thoughts. “They’re here.”

You take a peek past the wall and see a skinny boy in the school uniform with short white hair and a scarf around the bottom of his face—that must be the cursed speech user.

You then spot Okkotsu next to him. Suguru had found his school ID, so you knew what he looked like, but what’s way more visible now is his dark eye bags. Plus he wears white rather than a usually dark-colored uniform. Why?

Yet that’s not the most outlandish thing about Okkotsu, now that you’re close to him you can’t help but freeze and gasp with shock as you quickly feel his cursed energy. It’s impressive and terrifying at the same time. It’s also a lot more than Satoru’s ever was. It’s so…unbelievable.

It would’ve been nice getting to know him now that you see how special he is, but, oh well.

“Come on,” Suguru whispers excitedly. “It’s almost time.”

A veil is drawn so you push yourself away from the wall, but continue to hide under the shadows until a pack of low-level curses create some tornado in the middle of the shopping center. You use that as cover and walk further down the beam to sit in the middle with Suguru beside you.

The curses are busy with the students so they pay no mind to Suguru or you, letting you watch as they form an orb and get louder. Before you know it though, you make out the cursed-speech user walking to the curses, so you use your cursed technique and form a thin water shield in front of Suguru and you, just in case.

The cursed-speech user is strong, so it’s unknown how far his sound waves will reach, and water catches sound waves so it’s better to be safe than sorry.

“Explode!” A voice booms out through the silence, and with that single command all the curses combust, and luckily only the aftershocks of the explosion reach you.

“Truly amazing,” you muse. “I’ve never seen that in action…I would’ve liked to have that technique, it’s cool.”

Suguru glances over at you, you can feel his stare from the corner of his eyes—“like you would've actually enjoyed not being able to speak,” he interjects.

You tilt your head to the side and meet his gaze with a smile. “Ugh, so true,” you agree.

“Maybe our next kid can have that,” he comments.

You snort and retort. “Now how are they going to have that, it’s an inherited technique, dork.”

Suguru smirks and shrugs whilst you both look back down at the scene. “It can happen, it can be a rare case, but it can happen.”

You shake your head and listen as he proceeds to lower a veil, “emerge from darkness, blacker than darkness. Purify that which is impure,” he chants.

The person who lowered the other veil must be weak if Suguru can cover it with ease. So your brother isn’t the one supervising his students today. That’s good to know.

“Here we go,” Suguru murmurs as he releases a short light blue curse with a big nose and tusks.

Once the kids see it you see Okkotsu reach for his weapon, so you lean forward with curiosity and hope to see the curse attached to him. But Suguru’s curse attacks first, and the cursed-speech user counters by only managing to twist the curses fingers.

“Nice try,” you praise the boy while he falls down. Your eyes then drift to Okkotsu as he runs over and drags his comrade away from the curse, letting you sit back and focus back on Suguru as you wait for their next move.

“Anyway, how many kids do you want?” You ask.

Sure you’ve asked before, but answers change.

“How many ever come out,” he says and turns his head to meet your gaze.

You huff. “I need a clear answer,” you counter. “I’m going to be the one carrying them, and popping them out.”

Suguru draws in a deep breath and drifts his gaze away as he thinks

“Maybe until we have a boy?” You suggest.

“Well,” Suguru breathes out. “What if we have a boy next? I want at least three more.”

You laugh softly. “Three? Man. Okay.” You nod softly in comprehension. “Well, you might get your fourth soon after this morning.”

Suguru’s lips pull to a smirk and he tilts his head. “Well, I can make that a definite possibility later.”

You mirror his smirk. “Oh? Is that a promise?” You tease.

Suguru leans towards you. “We can make it a binding vow,” he whispers in a soft and soothing voice.

You watch him with an enamored look before you beam at him. “No need,” you assure him. “Let’s do it. Maybe go on a nice date, and not do it at home? A hotel?”

Suguru grins. “Well, okay. That works,” he agrees, ��I know where to take you too.”

“Oh?” You probe excitedly.

“It’s a surprise though,” he teases.

You hold his gaze for a moment before you smile timidly and then look back at the scene as you see Okkotsu walking out to face the curse. You expect—hope he’ll display Rika, but he only imbues his blade with cursed energy.

The curse gives him everything it has, but Okkotsu proves to be what you expected, a trained swordsman. Even when he gets wounded he keeps Rika in and instead helps the cursed-speech user come out and give the finishing blow. Much to your disappointment.

“Well,” you breathe out and stand up while the kids walk away. “This blows.”

“Oh, what do we do about the veil?” You hear Okkotsu ask.

“What a shame,” Suguru interjects as he swings his leg off the other. “We came here to see Rika,” he says while the worm curse gives him the ID. “As a fellow special-grade, I was hoping to meet him soon. I needed to deliver something he dropped, too.”

“Well,” you groan with distaste. “Looks like we’ll have to move to plan b.” You press your hand on your hip and groan.

Suguru gets up and while he lowers the veil, the worm curse drags itself over to you to drape itself on your shoulders. You smile at it and scratch the top of its head before you caress his head with your cheek as he presses himself against you.

“Let’s have a family reunion first,” Suguru says as he makes room for you to walk past him. “Go over our plan and then move to plan b.”

It’s been ten years. You did good at avoiding your older brother for ten years, now you’ll break that streak and probably see him again at the place that holds the most memories of your cherished teenagehood.

“We’re going to have to lie to Satori,” you mention as you walk out of the emergency exit. “If she finds out who we’re going to see, she's going to want to stick along.”

“You don’t want them to meet yet?” Suguru queries.

You sigh and drop your head when you land on the alleyway by the shopping center. “No,” you deadpan. “Not yet. At least…not there. I don’t trust people not to go tell my family about her. The school is too public.”

Suguru hums in comprehension. “They’ll eventually know you know. We can’t hide her forever.”

You lift your gaze to look at the end of the alleyway and nod softly. “I know, but I want her to at least know how to defend herself a bit before they find out. If they—”

“They won’t,” Suguru cuts you off to assure you. “I won’t let them hurt her.” He reaches over and grabs your hand, not caring what people might say since he’s wearing his Buddha costume. “The curse I gave her won’t let it happen, and you and our family would never let it happen.”

You hold his gaze and feel the comfort you seek by that simple look. When you walk out of the alleyway and join the sidewalk to go to your waiting car, you go back to the previous topic.

“I was promised a show,” you comment as you let go of his hand to hug the worm's head. “We only got to see the fucking preview. If you can even count that as a preview,” you grumble.

“Well I didn't—” Suguru cuts himself off as he hears you mimic him.

“Stop that,” he mutters.

You mirror his serious facial expression and do it again. “Stop that.”

Suguru groans and rolls his eyes, making you and the worm smirk.

“You know Satori has started that habit too,” Suguru points out with annoyance. “I see where she gets it from now.”

You ignore him and wrap the worm around your shoulders before you interject seriously as if you’re upset. “Do you know what’s not right?”

“What?” Suguru doesn’t fret to probe.

“Left,” you interject with a growing smirk as you try not to laugh at your own joke.

Suguru sighs deeply and quickens his pace to try and reach the car faster. You finally burst out laughing and don’t wait to run over and throw yourself on his back.

“It’s a joke!” You say between laughs. “Laugh! It’s funny, I totally got you.”

“You’re such a dork,” he murmurs with a soft smile.

——

*THE NEXT DAY*

“Please! Help me! It’s been months and Geto has not accomplished his duty to me!” Kanemori, one of Suguru’s donors exclaims through heavy and exhausted pants.

“Duty to you?” You mock him and laugh softly before you look away from your nail to look at the sweaty man with disgust. “You see,” you sigh and prop your elbow on the armrest. “I would, but I hear that you’re behind on payments, so I will recommend talking to my husband about your condition,” you roll out and offer him a feigned smile. “Albeit I'd watch my tongue if I were you, my husband isn’t as merciful as me.”

Mr Kanemori drops his head and groans before he mutters. “Bitch.”

Nanako gasps as if he had offended her, but you simply smirk with amusement.

“All these years and you’re still nothing but Geto’s slutty housewife,” he sneers out of anger over the fact that you didn’t help him exorcize the curse that clings onto him.

“Well,” you sigh nonchalantly and only seem to piss him off more since you remain calm. “Maybe that’s true, but just remember the only reason you’ve lived this long is because of me. He could’ve killed you the first month you fell behind on your payment, but I told him to give you time. So do you have it?” You ask.

Mr Kanemori swallows thickly and parts his lips to make an excuse, but you cut him off. “Oh, well, what a pity. It looks like it’s time I be a good housewife and take out the trash.”

You swiftly flick your wrist and shoot off a blast of wind that slams into him so hard that he flies out of the room.

“Anyway, what were we talking about before?” You move on quickly as the man stumbles on his feet and begins to yell.

“Geto! Give me Geto! Geto!” His footsteps recede and his voice lowers as he gets further away. “Geto, control your wife—”

Before he can finish his complaint he gets cut off by Suguru, you imagine, he really hates it when people try to bad-mouth you; both non-sorcerers and sorcerers alike. It’s something he’s done since you were teenagers, but now as he’s grown more ruthless, he doesn’t tolerate it whatsoever. It’s something you can say you’re very proud of.

“Oh, that’s right! Miguel,” you bring up your previous conversation before you were so rudely interrupted. “What did you want to show me?”

Said man approaches you and shows you his arm to point at a dark spot. “Come on tell me, does that look cancerous.”

“I’m no doctor,” you mutter as you grab his arm and take a better look. “What does that look like to you Mimiko?”

Mimiko leans over and glances at the spot, and shakes her head.

“You know what?” You snicker. “It’s an age spot! You’re just getting old.”

Miguel pulls his arm away and shoots you a pointed look that makes you shrug.

“I don’t know what you expected, I’m not a doctor,” you remind him. “But maybe it’s that cream you’re using. It’s not a good product. I can give you something better if you give me that recipe I’ve been wanting.”

Miguel folds his arms over his chest and shakes his head. “No, it’s a recipe passed through generations of my family,” he says. “I won’t just hand it out to anyone.”

You scoff. “We’re family,” you point out.

Miguel shrugs. “Yeah, and I still won’t give it to you. I’ll keep making it myself for all of us.”

You pout. “You suck.”

He snickers and Mimiko joins him. You frown and before you can counter, Suguru bursts through the doors with a smile on his face as he comes in shouting. “The time is right, my family.”

You shift in your seat and watch him approach you, and your family gathered around you at the end of the room.

“Let’s lower the curtain on the age of monkeys,” Suguru adds joyfully and stands beside you. “And build a paradise for Jujutsu sorcerers. First, we must tell the cornerstone of the Jujutsu world, Jujutsu High.”

What a pain in the ass. You really don’t want to see him again. There’s a chance he might not be there, he could be busy, but you feel like there’s a higher chance that you will see him when you go shortly. What will he do? What will you do?

You can’t attack anyone yet, but will your anger heighten, or will you not feel it anymore? When you think about what he did you get annoyed and upset all over again, you hate that he left, but seeing him face to face can be a different story. It can bring a rush of many unwarranted emotions.

And sure, you can keep your cool and control your emotions when it matters, but you worked so hard to try and suppress the agony, and getting reminded of that won’t be good. But then there’s the other possibility…and that is that you might not feel anything at all anymore and you’ll just have to live with the fact that he hates you now, that everything you once were is a simple memory.

Maybe that’ll be the worst of all. You can live with being upset at each other, you can tolerate not talking to each other, fighting too, but having him hate you?

Then again why should it matter if he hates you? You stand on different sides of your world, no matter what happens he’ll never come to terms with the ideology you follow. So should it matter if he hates you or not?

No…

“Why not catch them off guard?” Toshihisa interjects. “Won’t that work better? If we plan it good we won’t even have to fight long.”

“A surprise attack is often beneficial,” Suguru says. “But not this time. If we go in with a surprise attack all the sorcerer's that work at the school will be there and foil everything. We need them to be distracted and away from the school for our plan to work, which is why we’re letting them know.”

“What if they try and attack you now?” Manami questions.

“It’s highly doubtful,” you cut in. “They won’t risk putting the students at risk, but if they do try anything that’s why I will go with Suguru.”

“I’ll go too,” Miguel volunteers.

“No,” Suguru rebuttals. “I don't want them to see you yet. Your weapon is an advantage against Satoru Gojo, I'd rather keep that a surprise until the battle.”

Miguel doesn’t argue, he nods in comprehension, letting Suguru then look at Larue. “Will you come, Larue?” He asks. “There’s a high chance they won’t attack, that’s not my intention today either, but if they do then can you help us?”

Larue rolls his head to the side and then nods nonchalantly. “Yeah, sure.”

You offer him a thankful smile and then get interrupted by a shout. “Hey, I want to go too!” Nanako exclaims as she puts her phone down. “Plus there’s this crepe spot close to there that I want to try, so can we go?!”

Your eyes brighten and you sit up and cut in with the same excitement. “Hey, and there’s that shopping center near there that I want to go to too, so that totally works out, yeah, Suguru?”

Suguru and you look at each other, and he hesitates but ultimately gives in. “Yeah, that’s fine. Now as to battle plans let’s discuss that after dinner tonight? It’s been a while since we’ve all been together like this.”

Without hesitation everyone agrees, making you and him happy.

“So now,” he moves on smugly. “Let’s go declare war.”

You sigh deeply and don’t feel your dread go away at any moment during your way there. So it’s a good thing Suguru decided to use one of his flying curses to travel on and make things quicker, or else you would have lost yourself in your wandering mind.

Then again it’s not like returning to Jujutsu High actually resolves anything, or makes things quieter within you. It’s only a trigger for memories of your past to rush through you and make your complexity only feel worse.

“Ugh, what a piece of junk,” you complain as you take a look at part of the school and notice that it hasn’t changed in the past nine years since you’ve last been here. “This place never changes.”

Suguru grabs your hand to help you out of the bird's mouth, while he also takes a look at the school. “Tell me about it,” Suguru agrees.

“Yuck!” Nanako exclaims with disgust as she leans over the bird's mouth. “Geto, Y/N, is this really Tokyo? Feels like the sticks.”

You put on sunglasses and scrunch your nose in disgust as a wave of nostalgia hits you while you keep studying this damned school.

“Nanako,” Mimiko interjects softly. “That’s rude.”

“What? But don’t you think so, too, Mimiko?”

You finally look down and see Okkotsu and the speech-cursed user along with one of Yaga’s cursed corpse, a panda, and one of the Zen'in girls, the one with no cursed energy.

“Come on!” Larue exclaims as he leans towards Nanako. “Get off already!”

“Aren’t you cold?” Nanako rebuttals, causing you to snicker.

“Yeah or do those nipple covers come with built-in body warmers?” You tease, making Nanako laugh while Larue glares at you.

“Who are they?” Mimiko interjects, pulling your gaze back to the students.

“Whoa!” Nanako exclaims as she points ahead. “It’s a panda!”

You sigh and share a knowing glance with Suguru before you cut in. “Bunny, it’s not polite to point,” you gently remind her.

The girl ignores you and proceeds to take pictures. “How cute!”

“And who are all of you!” The Panda directs at all of you. Which they should've done the moment you all landed. You could’ve easily killed them already—“Intruders aren’t allowed in, by Yuta here.”

“Kelp!” The cursed-speech user agrees? Or disagrees? Is he hungry?

“Huh?” Okkotsu rebuttals in confusion.

“No sign of him yet?” You ask Suguru.

“Not yet, but someone will be here shortly, hopefully,” he says.

“Go home before you get beaten!” The Zen’in girl bounces off the others' comments. “By Yuta!”

“Huh?!”

Suguru lets go of your hand and zooms over to Okkotsu to take his hands and finally introduces himself while you wait for the others to get here. “Nice to meet you, Okkotsu. I’m Geto Suguru.”

The other kids look at your husband surprised at how fast he got to Okkotsu, while the boy looks at Suguru nervously and kind of confused.

“Huh?” Okkotsu says. “Oh…nice to meet you…” he trails off.

“You possess a truly wonderful power, I see,” Suguru continues to say. “I believe that great power ought to be used toward great ends. Have you ever questioned the current state of the world? This world where Jujutsu sorcerers act in secret in order to protect the order of commonplace society.”

“Did Geto and you really come here?” Mimiko asks as she approaches you.

You watch Suguru as he pulls back from Okkotsu and nod. “Yeah, a long time ago now,” you say quietly.

“You see,” you listen to Suguru add while you watch him walk around the boy. “There’s this established paradox saying the strong must accommodate the weak.” He turns and throws his arm around Okkotsu’s shoulders before he dramatically expresses himself. “It’s so deplorable!”

You walk over to the short fence with a smile on your face as you find his whole act over dramatic. “He’s so dramatic,” you mumble to the ground as you hide your smile.

“I’ll say,” Larue agrees with you. “How much you wanna bet he was rehearsing that on his way here.”

You snicker and lean back against the fence as you look over at Suguru with a straight face and a stifled laugh.

“The apex of all creation has halted its own path of evolution!” Suguru adds louder. “It’s nonsense.”

You have to admit though, that he does look pretty when he makes those faces.

“It’s high time mankind reconsidered its strategy for survival!” Suguru says. “Which is why we’d like you to help us.”

“Help with what?” Okkotsu asks, and as he does you gasp softly as you catch the glimpse of short white hair through the trees. And you know it can only be one person.

“We’re going to kill all non-sorcerers,” Suguru reveals nonchalantly. “And create a world with only Jujutsu sorcerers.”

The kids react to what was said, and you react with the same disbelief as you finally see him after nine years. It’s a good thing you have sunglasses, it’s actually why you brought them, so he wouldn't look you in the eyes, but the shades don’t hide your face nor do they block his.

You see him clearly, you notice he actually looks like he got fucking taller. He wears bindings over his eyes now instead of shades, which is probably more convenient. His hair doesn’t like it’s that shaggy anymore, it looks more neatly styled now which suits him better. And he looks like he got more muscular, but you can’t tell all that much with his baggy clothes.

And another thing is clear, your anger, that resentment you felt after he left you in that house with your abusive family, is all still there. You still feel it raw and burning within you. It’s still alive—or is it something else? Anger for what could’ve been if he had taken you home that day, if he had come in any of those 5 days that you spent getting tortured. Is it guilt too?

No…it can’t be that…

It’s just pure anger.

“Could you stop preaching your crazy beliefs to my students?” Satoru speaks in a voice that has grown a bit deeper, but not that much.

Nevertheless, he then turns his head and you see him face you. His eyes are hidden, but you can feel his stare linger on you even as you look away.

“Satoru!” Suguru exclaims happily. “Long time no see!”

Mimiko seemed to have noticed your reaction to seeing your brother so she gently hooks her arm around yours, making you look at her and smile softly as you grab her hand and caress it gently.

“First of all, get away from those kids, Suguru,” Satoru adds, making you look up and see that more sorcerers have joined this confrontation; Muscle-head Yaga, Mei-Mei whom you just saw a few months back, Nanami whom you actually saw a couple weeks ago when you went to hang out at a bar. You also see Ijichi whom you haven’t seen in over ten years, he looks so much older, like, older than your brother even.

There are other sorcerers you don’t recognize, and there’s no Shoko. But that’s good, you don’t want to see her disappointment, you can’t face it. That’s why you avoided speaking to her over the years, no matter how much you miss her.

“I had heard this year's first-years were all outstanding students,” Suguru says with a smirk. “Now I understand, it was all your doing. A special-grade cursed human, a cursed corpse mutation, the descendant of the cursed speech users, and…the Zen’in clan's failure.”

The girl swiftly points her blade at Suguru and sneers, “you piece of—”

“Watch what you say,” Suguru cuts her off with no ounce of remorse, his voice is cold and his threat is sincere. “Because I don’t need any monkeys like you in my world.”

With that said the shy-looking boy slaps Suguru’s hand off his shoulders and counters. “I’m sorry. I don’t really understand what you’re talking about, but…I can’t help anyone who insults my friends!”

You smirk at his sudden confidence and speechlessly praise the boy for defending his friends; even the Zen’in girl whom you actually don’t dislike, after all, if she does have heavenly restriction like you’ve heard she has, then she’s special. Just like Toji Zen’in was.

“My apologies,” you hear Suguru tell Okkotsu. “It wasn't my intention to upset you.”

“Then what exactly did you come for?” Satoru asks as he puts himself between Suguru and his student.

“To declare war,” Suguru reveals with a smug smirk before he faces all the other sorcerers. “Everyone gathered here, open your ears and listen closely! On the coming December 24th, when the sun sets, we shall conduct the Night Parade of a Hundred Demons,” he says and steps back so everyone can see him as he makes himself clear.

“It will take place in the crucible of curses, Shinjuku Tokyo, and the holy land of Jujutsu, Kyoto. We will unleash a thousand curses upon each place,” Suguru shares. “And of course, their command will be massacre. If you wish to avoid a scene straight out of hell, come and stop it with all your might. Let us freely curse each other!”

You smirk confidently as everyone falls in shocked disbelief at the horror that was announced, but then through the tension, Nanako screams, causing Mimiko to lean towards you, and you and Larue to lean away out of embarrassment.

“Geto!” Nanako breaks the tension. “The store’s gonna close! And Satori and Belinda are already there!”

“Oh, it’s already that late?” Suguru asks as he looks back at her calmly before he looks over at your brother again and speaks to him one last time. “I’m sorry, Satoru. These girls just insist on getting crepes from Takeshita Street.

“Hurry!” Nanako interrupts.

Suguru begins to turn but adds one more thing. “So I’ll be taking my leave.”

“Bunny,” you mutter with annoyance as you turn to walk back to the bird. “What did we say about interrupting?”

“Okay, but don’t act like you don’t want some too, plus the faster we get out of here, the faster we get to go shopping!”

You grin. “That’s so true! You’re so smart,” you praise her.

“Good grief,” Suguru sighs as he walks back to the bird. “I don’t see what’s so good about a place with so many monkeys,” he says.

Mimiko lets go of you, and you help her back on the bird as you peer back to look at Suguru. “Okay, I changed my mind,” you interject. “No shopping center, we want to go to the mall.”

Suguru proceeds to grab your hand to help you up. “You and who?” He asks as he dreads it.

“The twins, Larue, me, and Satori of course!”

Suguru scoffs. “Sure she does, you know how much she hates spending time there. So how about you guys go, and Satori and I go home,” he tries to make an excuse.

You flick your wrist and brush him off. “No, I want your opinions on things,” you whine. “Plus,” you add with a growing smirk. “I forgot my wallet at home.”

You didn't.

Suguru sighs deeply and just as he’s going to agree, he gets cut off by your brother. “Did you think we’d just let you leave?” He questions.

“You don't want to do that,” Suguru warns him whilst he pulls out a giant curse before him, and multiple smaller ones to surround the students. “Your precious students are within my range. And my y/n has made sure to keep your co-workers out of range.”

Just as he says that you make sure to use your cursed technique to raise a wall made of dirt from the ground to block the other teachers, and the other sorcerers from reaching the students.

“Well, everyone,” Suguru finally brings this all to an end as he grabs onto his bird. “See you on the battlefield.”

The bird closes its mouth, leaving you basked in darkness and your thoughts as it ascends and flies away.

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*LATER*

“Suguru?” You call out and then slide the back door open to see Nanako standing behind him with his long and dark hair in one hand and a brush in the other. You see Mimiko sitting on the ground beside him, hugging her stuffed creature. Satori’s tiger curse is here of course and makes itself small as it lays under the chair, while Satori is, of course, snuggled against Suguru as they sit on a chair under the grand and naked Momiji tree.

“What does that word say?” You hear Satori ask.

You don’t want to interrupt the moment so you lean against the doorframe and watch the way Nanako brushes Suguru’s hair, the way Mimiko finds peace in her silence, and the sight of Suguru reading a book while Satori tries to read her own.

“Well,” Suguru says, and you watch him point to the page. “Can you try and pronounce it?”

Satori blinks and looks up at her father with a pointed look before she rebuttals. “Well no, silly, that’s why I asked.”

You hold back your laugh, and Suguru scoffs in slight disbelief but he can’t help but smile with amusement.

“Okay,” he breathes out before he helps her. “Well, it says, remember.”

“Oh,” Satori mumbles. “I knew that.”

“I know you did,” Suguru says with a stifled laugh.

You grin at the interaction, and then quickly pull your phone out to take a discreet photo of this adorable moment of Suguru with his girls. And after you take it you admire it with a soft smile as you affirm to yourself that one of your emotions that you know you didn’t feel when you saw your brother, was regret.

Moments like these are why you will never regret the choices you made and the path you followed. It’s all you wanted even when you didn’t even know you wanted it. So if it meant having to live without your brother for the rest of your life just to see sweet and tender moments like these then you’d take it. You don’t want to let go of this moment. Peace and a home is all you’ve ever wanted and you don’t want to let it go. Even if there’s an empty little gap, you could still live happily here in moments like these.

“Y/N?” Suguru breaks you from your stupor. “What are you doing over there? Why don’t you come and join us, Firefly.”

Okay, you can live without that name.

“I’m going to pretend you didn’t call me that,” you mumble as you walk over to them. “What are you reading?”

Suguru lifts his book to show you the cover before he responds. “Colors of a Mother, the book you told me about.”

You grin. “Really?” You ask as if he doesn’t read every book you recommend to him. “Do you like it?”

Suguru nods. “I do,” he says. “It’s a very good read…” he trails off and pushes himself up to give you his seat, but you shake your head.

“No, you can stay there I’ll sit on the ground with Mimiko,” you tell him and unfold his leg to sit on the ground between them. “What are you guys doing out here anyway?” You probe. “I was looking everywhere for you. Miguel and the others are on their way now.”

“Well the girls caught me brushing my hair so they asked if they could do it,” Suguru lets you know. “So we all came out. And Satori is doing her reading homework.”

“Yeah,” she grumbles. “But it’s too hard. Why can’t you just read to me instead.”

“Because I’m reading my book too,” he rebuttals. “You just have five pages left. You can do it.”

Satori sighs deeply and goes back to reading to herself. Suguru goes quiet as he returns to his book, and the twins don’t speak as they’re busy with what they’re doing, letting you lay your head back against the chair to smile softly at the blue sky.

You never let go of Suguru’s hand and he gave you all this; a nice and big house that you’re both comfortable in, he helped you start to build your sorcerer community, he gave you your daughters, a protective family, and he gave you peace and happiness. Most importantly he gave you hope that everything you wanted could be achieved, that there can be a better world.

The world and hope was so blurry before, but it’s so clear now thanks to him.

“Geto,” Nanako interjects softly. “Who’s Satoru Gojo anyway? He’s super strong right?”

Oh, but there’s still that situation of your brother…right.

“Hm,” Suguru agrees and goes quiet for a moment before he continues softly. “He was my best friend. But we fought and it’s been like this ever since.”

You need to ask Suguru how he felt after seeing Satoru after ten years. He can act nonchalant but you know there must’ve been some kind of emotion when he saw Satoru.

But when he asks you what will you say? Yeah, well nothing has changed. Which is true. You’re still angry. But…will this anger last forever? You couldn't help but think of that after you left the school.

You managed to be friends with Nanami even with your differences in morals, so can’t that be the same with Satoru? There has to be a point where your anger will slowly fade away won’t there?

“Daddy,” Satori interjects. “When will I get to meet Uncle Satoru?” She asks, making you drop your head and frown at the ground.

You owe it to her to try, don't you? To try and maybe see past that anger and animosity? Ever since she found out about him she’s been adamant on meeting him, Nanami’s and Suguru’s stories of their past only help to fuel her desire.

“Well,” Suguru answers softly. “I’ll be honest, I don’t know yet. Maybe soon, but I can’t promise you anything.”

Satori sighs. “But I want to see him,” she whines. “He’s mommy’s brother, right?”

“Yeah, but things are…complicated right now,” he tries his best to assure his daughter.

“What does that word even mean?” Satori asks in an annoyed voice. “Com—what is that?”

“Hard,” Suguru lets her know. “Things are hard right now.”

“Well,” Satori sasses him. “Make them easy.”

You snort softly and feel Suguru nudge your leg with his foot so you don’t encourage her behavior.

“It doesn’t work like that,” Nanako counters her sister.

“Well Daddy can do anything,” Satori argues. “So yes it does.”

“Not this time,” Suguru lets her know honestly. “Sorry, Chipmunk.”

Satori groans, and your smile falls as you think about that debate whether to look past your anger or not. Regardless of it all, Satoru is the only family member you have who is worth anything, that you actually want Satori to meet and interact with. Everyone else, well, they can all go to hell for all you care.

“Mommy!” Satori exclaims and suddenly wraps her arms around your neck as she rests her cheek on the top of your head, causing her loose strands of hair to fall on your face. “Why can’t you make things easy so I can see Uncle Satoru.”

You swallow thickly and try your best to avoid the complicated topic. “Because,” you mumble. “It’s not that easy. Life is,” you sigh. “Hard that way.”

You know she probably doesn’t truly understand, but you can’t find any other way to explain it but in that way. You don’t want to tell her why she hasn’t met her uncle, why you’ve held a grudge over him for ten years. No matter what, you won’t bad mouth your brother to your daughter.

“Well,” Satori adds. “Can you and Daddy try?” She asks.

You sigh and nod. “I will,” you assure her. “I’ll try.”

“Okay,” she whispers and pulls back to sit back against Suguru.

“Now,” you move and sit up straight. “Why don’t you come here so I can fix your buns.”

“Mhmm, no,” she flat-out says. “I want Daddy to do it, you always leave them funny.”

It’s not your fault she moves a lot.

“Satori,” Suguru scolds her softly. “That’s not very nice.”

Satori exhales deeply. “No, Mom, thank you,” she grumbles.

“That’s okay,” you assure her and can’t help but smile at her. “Anyway,” you roll out playfully and stand up to grab Suguru’s arm and pull it up so you can sit on his lap. He secures his hold right away by wrapping his arm around your waist.

“We should take a picture!” You suggest excitedly as you pull out your phone. “Nanako, Mimiko come here!”

Nanako lets go of Suguru’s hair and wraps her arm around Suguru and you as she rests her chin on his head and beams at the camera. Mimiko walks over and stands by her sister to lean forward and smile softly. Satori presses her cheek against Suguru’s, while he presses himself closer to you and smiles softly.

You grin at the camera and capture this sweet and tender moment of you and your family together.

A/N- Was Satori created just to be a piece of Suguru for Satoru, after Suguru’s death? Yes, yes she was.

Tagged- @deniseabad1928 @secondary-character-25 @starlightanyaaa

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wandabear · 1 year

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You always love me more (when we're miles away)

ㅤㅤ Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x female reader chapter warnings: angst, no happy ending, death. status: one shot (2.5k) this is my first Nat x reader fic, so, be nice. Miles away song. part two, alternative happy ending

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“I love you, Nat.”

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“The food was good, I love you.”

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“Can you give me the...? Yes, that one. Thank you, I love you!”

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“Goodnight, I love you.”

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One and a thousand ways to express the way she feels, every time Y/N hears that hoarse voice, every time she loses herself in those green eyes, every time she soft little kisses or caresses her red hair. The way of expressing her own way of loving.

The loss in her life taught Y/N that sometimes, it's better to say it before you hide it. Or lose it.

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"Can you stop?" Natasha exhaled the air she was holding and closed her eyes. Didn't have time to put up with what she thought. She always did it to avoid hurting Y/N's feelings, but this time, the stress outweighed everything.

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It was painful, Y/N had always been a loving girlfriend and so kind. Always wanted to help Nat, whenever she was stressed the brunette would come over asking if she needed anything. Perhaps bringing her favorite candy, or coffee when she saw her frowning at the mission reports.

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Y/N was finishing chopping the onion and dropping it into the pan, when she heard Natasha.

The agent looked up to see what it was about, she just saw Natasha leaving her Stark tech tablet next to her and getting up from the sofa.

They still didn't share a place in the compound, but from time to time, they stayed in each other's rooms. Although Y/N only had her own room and Natasha, well, it was more like an apartment so they used to spend more time at Nat's place.

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The redhead seemed quite exhausted, so Y/N let the spy clear her head for a while on the sofa and decided to cook something.

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“What's going on?” Y/N dried her hands on the kitchen towel and approached, trying to understand. Y/N had always been very sweet and sympathetic, something Natasha loved to from the start but also very passionate and sexual -something that Nat loved even more-.

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“It's just-“ Nat tried but just shook her head. She spent a moment trying to find the right words but none of them seemed to be 'right' anymore. Everything was going to hurt her. “You use it every moment, as if it were something normal.”

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Y/N frowned, more confused than before. “What are you taking about? I’m lost here.”

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“The ‘I love you'.” The redhead kept frowning, arms crossed.

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Y/N wondered herself if it wouldn't hurt her face from spending the whole damn day like that, frowning.

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“It is… For me, it is.” Y/N shrugged, didn't understand what this was all about. “It’s expressing to you what I feel. It's nice, it's normal to express what you... feel. In fact, what is 'normal'? I mean, the fuck is normal lately? It’s just love.”

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“To you, maybe, but not to me.” She took the towel that Y/N used with and put it back in its place. “I told you not to put the towel in there, but you keep doing it.”

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Y/N didn't say anything, she just wanted to know what was going on and no matter how many questions she asked, Natasha wouldn't speak until she wanted to. She was like that.

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“I feel like I'm drowning.” Finally the spy decided to let go, closing her eyes. “Sometimes you say it, and I- I don't answer it.”

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But far from being surprised, the brunette sighed. “I know.”

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“Then why are you still going on?” Frowning at her, Natasha turned to look at her.

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“I like feeling that, you know...” All Y/N did was shift awkwardly, crossing her arms. That necklace with a small red hourglass bounced off her chest. “I like to listen to it, it's nice to be reminded that someone loves you.”

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“Yeah, well, it's making me feel guilty every time I don't want to say it!” Natasha snapped, couldn't even see her face. She didn't want to see the sadness in her eyes, just wanted to be alone.

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Of course those words stabbed into Y/N's heart, it was a deep and agonizing pain but she clenched her jaw, trying to be strong.

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“If you want a fucking girl all clingy, so affectionate and lovey-dovey that’s not me, okay? That'll never be me.” Natasha swallowed and even though it was the hardest thing she ever did, she decided to end with the fear and the guilt. “Stable and faithfull… I’m trying, but what you want? it’s… just not me.”

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Oh, Natasha's favorite form of self-destruction. ㅤㅤ Y/N’s tears didn’t stop falling, for a while, but she wiped each one of them.

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“Yesterday you asked me for a hug, and I told you 'no'.” The redhead dared to look at her, and do her best performance. “And I could see that it hurt you, and still, I did nothing. And you didn't either.”

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The redhead just smiled wryly and shook her head, without being aware -or maybe she was- that she was completely destroying her whole world.

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“Doesn't that tell you anything? And of course, you got sad, you got upset, because you don't know how to take a 'no'.”

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Of course it was too much to take right now, Y/N opened her eyes wide and just licked her lips. What to say to all that? She didn't even expect it. Was just there to cook a delicious dinner for her girlfriend, who was coming back from one of the toughest missions of her life.

ㅤㅤ They started a relationship not too long ago, of course, a few months ago when Natasha finally accepted that she liked Y/N when someone else tried to hit on her. ㅤㅤ

The silence remained for a while until Y/N decided to walk towards the exit, taking her jacket. She wasn't going to respond the way Natasha was looking, trying to play the bad guy out of her. Or maybe play the 'you deserve better' card.

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“I know how to take a ‘no’.” Y/N watched her out of the corner of her eye as she walked. If this was going to end, it wasn't going to be her fault.

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“I’m sorry.” Natasha tried, from her heart this time. The last thing she wanted was to hurt her but she was doing it anyway.

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Letting out an ironic and sad giggle, Y/N said, before leaving and closing the door, “You don't have to say it.”

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Natasha sighed deeply and leaned against the kitchen counter, feeling that now the weight was even worse. But she would soon get better, little by little.

Because love was for children.

Watching out of the corner of her eye as the onion hissed as it began to burn, Nat just reached out her hand to turn off the stove.

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Two weeks passed since that night and Y/N hadn't stopped missing Natasha. Of course it was much more difficult when you had to run into the spy every morning, but moving some schedules, Y/N managed to find stability.

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Although Wanda tried to help and cheer her up, the agent only seemed to find peace when she was on missions. Besides, Wanda was happy with her new girlfriend, she didn't want to ruin that. Especially when Wanda had been through a lot, she deserved a little bit of happiness.

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Y/N took her bag and fastened the belt of the S.H.I.EL.D uniform, looking at herself in the mirror. The logo beautified her shoulder and increased the pride she felt. She was a good agent, she couldn't let the pain overwhelm her.

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She walked towards the hangar, where a quinjet was ready to transport several agents to Argentina. Apparently several terrorists who called themselves 'Watchdogs' were creating chaos causing several cities in the world to have a blackout, one of them, the city of Buenos Aires.

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The mission was simple, arrive, defend, kick asses, restore power. Arrest the terrorists, identify them and get more information from them.

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“Promise you'll take care of yourself.” Wanda asked as she walked with her best friend towards the quinjet, stopping in front of the quinjet's entrance.

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Y/N smiled tenderly, the circles on her eyes and her pale skin indicated that she had not been well for days, and although she swore that everything was fine, Wanda never stopped worrying.

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“I'll do it, mama hen. ” Y/N leaned down to place a soft kiss on her forehead and climb into the quinjet. She smiled at the witch one last time, trying to hide the sadness by smiling and being ‘the funny one’. “Take care, Wands.”

But the hours passed and a new red sun was born on the horizon. ㅤㅤ

The quinjet returned the next day, but the news were not the best. Steve and Natasha walked into the hangar towards the quinjet, which was opening its doors revealing the tired, battered faces, but above all the sadness in their eyes.

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Sam climbed out of the quinjet, feeling his feet heavier than ever with each step. The agents who survived walked directly to the infirmary or simply walked away from the scene because they knew exactly what was coming. And it wasn't good.

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“All good?” Steve sensed the seriousness in Sam and knew that, as he'd heard in his encrypted message, things hadn't gone quite right.

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“What happened?” Natasha frowned, seeing black bags and the American flag on them. Clearly, there were casualties in the mission.

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“They ambushed us, but we managed to beat them down.” Sam cleared his throat and looked down. “Nat, I think you should come in. We need to talk first.”

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“Why? Where is Y/N?” The redhead tilted her head, looking for the presence of that woman but she didn't hear anything. “She stayed there? We told you to go straight back.”

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That broke Sam's heart and he sighed heavily. Even though he was always funny and tough, the man couldn't help but feel guilty. Steve noticed how teary those brown eyes were, he recognized that look anywhere.

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“We should go inside.” Steve nodded but Natasha shook her head, not understanding what was happening.

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“I’m sorry, Nat.” Sam said without further ado and placed a hand on the redhead's shoulder. Trying to show his support.

But Natasha frowned and quickly removed his hand, almost as if those words burned her, breaking her heart. He was definitely wrong, it couldn't be true.

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“W-What do you mean? Wilson, what the hell do you mean?” The russian spy exclaimed, looking at the quinjet, took a step to enter but Sam got in the way.

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“There were casualties in the team, the Watchdogs were waiting for us.” He spoke fast, tried to stop her like Steve but they couldn't.

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“Get out of my way.” She growled tried to keep going but Steve grabbed her arm.

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“Nat, don't do this to you.”

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“Get out of the way.” She slipped out of his grasp easily, Sam not even trying to hold her back anymore. She was the fucking Black Widow, and she was pissed. “I want to see her. Let me see her.”

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Nat simply stepped into the quinjet and stumbled, devastated.

Three bags were in that place, three bodies and three flags. In one of them was the love of her life.

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“I'm so sorry.” Sam turned around so as not to see that heartbreaking scene. “I know you were together before, but-”

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“But she left like a hero.”

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Two months ago...

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“Tell me lies, tell me sweet little lies.” Y/N moved around the kitchen singing and dancing, one of her favorites without a doubt, that reproduced thanks to Friday.

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Natasha just watched her with some amusement and tenderness, her eyes sparkled just seeing that new joy in her life.

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Y/N approached and wrapped her arms around the redhead’s neck, looking at her with a unique devotion. “Tell me lies, Romanoff…” she whispered against those soft full lips before sealing the moment with a kiss.

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The brunette moved away and brought a spoon for her to try the sauce she had been working on for half an hour, and without hesitation, Natasha licked her lips. Y/N had a knack for cooking, no doubt.

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“Do you like it?” Y/N asked curiously as she stirred the sauce again and swayed her hips to the song.

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Without realizing that the gaze of the black widow did not leave her at any time. “Very much.” whispered the Russian.

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The scene was heartbreaking. Natasha knelt to the side of the bag, and her hands trembled before she unzipped it.

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Her beloved's pale face was paler than usual, the dried blood and the red hourglass necklace in her chest contrasted painfully. Her beautiful eyes were closed and no longer had that charming shine. That cheeky smile was gone. Now only a cold and lifeless body remained, just an empty shell.

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“Bring her back.” Natasha ordered and looked at Tony and Doctor Cho, who quickly arrived at the scene. “Do whatever you have to do.”

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Tears began to fall down her cheeks, one after the other. “Please.” She begged and her voice broke painfully.

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“We can’t.” Even Tony couldn't help but swallow and wipe away a tear. No one could believe what they were seeing. Not only was the life of a magnificent agent was lost, but Natasha Romanoff was completely broken, begging and crying.

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Wanda, who seemed to have caught the news, ran through the hangar towards the quinjet in desperation.

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“Fury did it with Coulson!” Nat exclaimed caressing Y/N's face gently, afraid of hurting her even more, but she felt so cold. Y/N was never cold, always warm.

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Helen Cho shook her head quickly, terrified and sad. “That process i-is... it's impossible right now a-and it's really painful. We'd just make her suffer.”

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“I’m very sorry, Nat.” Steve murmured with utter sadness, turning to get out of the quinjet and leave her alone for a moment. To cry, to scream, to mourn.

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Desperate, Natasha turned her gaze towards Y/N and cup her face in her hands. Praying that she would wake up, that she would open those pretty eyes and everything was just a huge mistake. “I love you. I love you!” The redhead wept uncontrollably. “Please, say it, Y/N.”

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“I love you so much, моя любовь, please wake up.” Nat sniffled, leaned her forehead against hers, as they had done so many times. Nat held on to her body.

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She kissed her lips, but found them just so cold. She placed a hand on Y/N’s chest, searching for the heartbeat as they sometimes did. Well, Y/N used to. Nat only used to watch her.

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“Please, say it now. I beg you.” Natasha closed her eyes and allowed herself to mourn. Her lips, eyes and nose all red from crying. “I love you. I love you. I love you.”

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But the painful silence was louder than ever.

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Well, I don't know if it's good but I needed to write this. Thank you if you got here and read me. 🌻 It's my first time writing about Nat. To be honest, I know she would be a cutiepie with reader but I needed the angst.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x fem!reader

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mysticalsoot · 1 year

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✭masterlist✭

introduction/guidelines here

wip list!

I wanted to revamp my masterlist, so here yall go!

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dadbur headcanons to feel something || x

fluff, headcanons, gn/afab undertones cc!wilbur x reader pregnancy/health issues, swearing

he said he'd cure all your ills (but he did and he always will) || x

hurt/comfort, angst with fluff, warped reality cc!wilbur x gn!reader // 2k swearing, derealization, manipulation, cheating

he said he'd cure all your ills (but he didn't and he never maybe will) || x

angst, warped reality, yeah that's it cc!wilbur x gn!reader // 2.7k swearing, manipulation, bittersweet ending, heights, cheating, wilbur is an asshole, please don't do what reader does

marry the idiot on the stage (request) || x

fluffy marriage proposal!! thats it!! cc!wilbur x gn!reader // 2k swearing

this is it, this is what joy feels like, doesn't it? || x

hurt/comfort, little angst lots of fluff cc!wilbur x gn!reader // 5.3k swearing, one undetailed kiss, mentions of alcohol and drinking

too, more and most || x

very dark angst with a redeeming fluffy end, hurt/comfort, warped reality they/them // cc!wilbur x gn!reader // 3.3k alluded death, mcd but not permanent, swearing, derealization, hallucinations, flat out death, swearing probably!

guitars and domestic bliss || x

so much fluff! cc!wilbur x reader // 2.4k swearing, kissing, thunderstorms, sliiiightly suggestive, tickling

sick at space camp || x

my space camp boarding school au, tooth-rotting fluff cc!wilbur x gn!reader // 2.5k swearing, a cold, whiny and clingy wilbur

mission sims and missing cues || x

another bs au fic, flirty pinning friends they/them // cc!wilbur x gn!reader // 6.3k swearing, pinning galore, suggestive ish sorta

my darling, husband || x

domestic bliss, relationship/marriage reveal?? he/him // cc!wilbur x male!reader // 2.3k swearing, suggestive at the end, lots of physical affection (wholesome), tickle fight woo!!

miscommunications and mistakes || x

slightly angsty, will they/won't they, gay pining, another another bs au fic- he/him // cc!wilbur x transmale!reader // 4.2k swearing, kissing, slight make out, mentions of anxious thoughts, wilbur says he's gay in this- I think that's it?

don't lock yourself away || x

request, hurt/comfort, shit mental health, depressive episode, supportive bf wilbur they/them // cc!wilbur x gn!reader // 1.5k swearing, depression, unaliving ideation, please tread lightly- that's it

peer pressure and canned beer || x

hurt/comfort, miscommunication ish, peer pressure, cheating, asshole drunk wilbur they/them // cc!wilbur x gn!reader // 3k swearing, underage drinking, peer pressure, kissing, cheating, homophobic undertones, alchehol (please read that as is, its supposed to be funny)

goodnight, my sweet || x

little hurt/big comfort, autistic coded reader, best bf wilbur they/them // cc!wilbur x gn!reader // 1.7k mentions of possibly fainting, lots of kissing, all of its wholesome kissing, lowercase intentional, not proofread

you changed, it's good || x

mini hurt/big comfort, old feelings, wil is a dad, willow my dear<3 they/them // c!revivedbur x gn!reader // 1.8k swearing, child, inaccurate depictions of lore, suicidal mentions perhaps?

tomorrow you can fly || x

fluff, minor angst, makeupbur!! they/them // cc!wilbur x gn!reader // 3k anxiety, separation anxiety, brief mention of will being shirtless, sorta suggestive, so fluffy it hurts, overuse of petnames, autistic coded reader/wil

halloween costumes & anxiety || x

wilbur helps reader when he panics over negative words thrown at him by fans, halloween costumes included (pt 1 of glances of love) he/him // cc!wilbur x male!reader // 3.2k one sfw use of daddy, lots of petnames, anxious autistic coded reader, so fluffy yet angsty, some assholes in the lvjy fanbase, maybe swearing?

i prefer life with you, than without || x

wilbur gets a bit self conscious about his relationship with reader but you're quick to reassure him ! (pt 2 of glances of love) they/them // cc!wilbur x gn!reader // 2.4k possible swearing, mentions and vague descriptions of parental fighting and childhood trauma, food mentions (no EDs), implied age gap (do what you will with that)

i love you, you know? || x

request // wilbur disappears from his office and so when reader goes looking for him, he only responds to daddy. then reader threatens him to not shave (beardbur my beloved) they/them // labrat dr!wilbur x gn!reader // 1.8k sfw playful uses of daddy (literally the whole point of the fic), maybe swearing, mentions of burning alive (its a joke i-), threatening wil to not shave! beardbur coded bc- I love it (the last stream's beard specific), mild seperation/abandonment anxiety

someone to (not) watch me die || x

wilbur's been distant lately but when you finally convince him to spend some time with you, your life takes a dramatic turn. he doesn't always keep his promises. they/them // lmanbur x gn!reader // 2k hurt absolutely no comfort, MCD !!! incredibly implied suicide/assisted suicide (going into a battle knowing he's not coming back), swearing probably, overuse of baby (sue me), reader kinda wants to off themselves at the end but uh who wouldn't? implied age gap

someone to live with || x

part 2 of previous fic // after wilbur's death and a too long to think, you ask your sister to help you. she does but maybe her methods work a bit too well. they/them // reivivebur x gn!reader // 3.1k slight hurt/big comfort, suicide mentions, kissing, easily forgiving reader, ghostbur goes to a happy limbo, probably swearing

heaven is you (godbur au) || x

after a few (actually, many) instances where you risked your life in order to reach your beloved wilbur’s world, you have a final disagreement that brings him to a few realizations and maybe some more effort to bring you want you want they/them // godbur x gn!reader // 2k kinda hurt but comfort at end, illusions to suicide but not flat out said, probably swearing, is there an unbalanced power dynamic? probably, uses of baby (i’m sorry i’m a sucker for it-)

an angel to you || x

you and wilma live outside of a small town and on an off day decide to have a sleepy day in they/them // witch!wilma x gn!reader // 1.1k fluff, fluff, fluff. maybe implied age gap? dont remember. a gay guy writing for a woman is enough of a warning i think.

this is reality || x (also on ao3)

kind of sbi and autistic wilbur au, angst (non reader) autistic!wilbur // 5.4k anxiety, panic, swearing

#cc!wilbur soot #cc!wilbur x reader #cc!wilbur #c!wilbur #c!wilbur x reader #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot #dsmp wilbur #wilbur #wilbur x y/n #wilbur soot x gn!reader #wilbur soot x you #wilbur soot x y/n #wilbur mcyt

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boomtastics · 1 year

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Horror Hoes

Character(s) | First years

Type | platonic, Hanging out

Tws | horror (Not really), cursing, horror movies, so ooc btw

A wind passed by. Magazines, books, posters, flyers..all of them wooshed and fluttered by. Some of the books and magazines landed on the ground and flew to random pages.

After a few seconds, the items that were laid out created a face. Her face. Taking a shaking breath...the sound of a small pebble is heard, turning her head sh-

"Man, this movie suucks." Said Epel, turning off Ramshakle's TV. "A- Hey! I enjoyed that!" Ace argued, getting off the floor to face him. "Uhh- Jack are you okay?" Deuce asked the slightly shaking wolf. "Yeah. Im fine, im okay, im doing great even." his voice wavered slightly, and his tail also was shaking. "Uhuh? Are you sure?" "Yes very." "Human? HUMAN!!"

And then there you were. Sleeping soundly on the arms of the old couch. "shiit...Still sleeping after all of Jack's screams?" "I did not scream." you shifted slightly, your face now facing the rotting wooden ceiling. "Hey, Hey...Grim. Where does this one keep their pens again?" "Neyh?.. In our school bag obviously!" "alright...could you go get them? Please? Ill get you tuna, the fancy kind"

Immediately Grim ran up the stairs, getting their shared pens. "Epel, What are you going to do? Perhaps make a goodnight note? I know that I will have to leave soon." Grim came running back, a few pencil pouches in his mouth. Jumping back on the couch he dropped the pouch on Epel's lap. "Here ya go!" "Thanks, Grimmy, ill give it to you after classes tomorrow."

"Aaah. So that's what you're going to do?" "Yup! Wanna join?" "Hell yeah! Deuce, Jack, Sebek?" Ace dug around the pouch, taking out a bright pink pen and a blue pen, and handed the blue pen to Epel. "You're going to draw on their face? Really?" "yup" "Alright give me one." "YOU'RE GOING TO WRITE ON THE HUMAN'S FACE?!" "Don't worry sebek, it'll wash off. It's what friends do anyways" "...Fine. ONLY ONCE." Both Jack and Sebek got a colored pen. Jack got a purple pen and Sebek a normal back pen. "And you deuce?" "No way, im not going to do that to my friend!" "Sure bud. Here grim, you too" Epel handed a red pen to grim.

"..why do I let you guys talk me into things like this?" "Because you loove us!" now all of them are suround you. Pens in hands and slightly chuckling.

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stargazer-sims · 3 months

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“Spies R Us”

Sofia: Sebastian, what are you doing?

Sebastian: Spying on Papa and Ginger.

Sofia: Why?

Sebastian: Because something’s up. I don’t know if you noticed, but they came back to the hotel super late last night. It was like, after midnight when they got to their rooms. I heard them in the hallway.

Sofia: What were you doing awake after midnight?

Sebastian: Hanging out in a group chat with Eden, Max and Luka. You know… Skater Boys. But that’s not the point here. Look. Something is definitely going on with them.

Sofia: It looks like he was waiting for her.

Sebastian: Yeah, he was there for a while before she showed up.

Sofia: Is she… flirting with him? I didn’t know she was into him. I mean, I knew he was totally into her, but…

Sebastian: Oh, she’s absolutely into him. She’s been trying to hide it, but I know her too well for her to get most stuff past me.

Sofia: And the other way around.

Sebastian: Yeah. By now, I know better than to try keeping anything from her. Anyway, this thing with her and Papa… At first I thought she was just playing hard to get, but it’s not that. She’s not just into him. I’m pretty sure she’s in love with him as much as he’s in love with her, but she was keeping quiet about it for some reason.

Sofia: Maybe she thought it wouldn’t be right to fall in love with the guy who signs her paycheques. Or maybe she was worried about us, about how we’d react.

Sebastian: She didn’t need to worry about that, at least not with me. Like, I’d be over the moon if Ginger became our stepmother. I’d call her Mom for sure.

Sofia: I don’t I know if I’d call her Mom, but I’d be glad for them if they got together. Papa deserves to be happy, and I think Ginger makes him happy.

Sebastian: I think so too. Now, let’s be quiet and see if we can hear anything they’re saying.

Sofia: Right.

Stephen: You’re looking beautiful this morning.

Ginger: Thank you. You’re looking handsome yourself, but then again, you always do.

Stephen: Did you sleep well?

Ginger: Yes. Why?

Stephen: I didn’t. There was too much on my mind after what happened last night.

Ginger: Are you having regrets?

Stephen: No! No, it’s nothing like that. I love you, and I’m not sorry for saying it. It’s just… This might sound silly, but I had a difficult time saying goodnight and watching you go into your room last night, because I didn't want to be apart from you. If I have any regret at all, it's that I didn't invite you into my room instead.

Ginger: *teasing* And what would we have done together in your room, Fujikawa-san?

Stephen: Whatever you might've wanted, but I would've been content just to fall asleep together and wake up with you beside me this morning.

Ginger: That sounds lovely, actually. Perhaps you could invite me to your room tonight?

Stephen: I will, and I'm going to be thinking about it all day.

Ginger: Not to the exclusion of everything else, I hope. We're meant to go on a sailing tour this morning, remember? And you promised to take Sofia shopping, to choose something for her birthday gift.

Stephen: What are you going to do while Sofia and I are shopping?

Ginger: Sebastian and I are going to a free tango class at the hotel, and then we might go to the hotel spa for a massage.

Stephen: Maybe later, you could teach me to tango.

Ginger: *amused* I'll bet you're a better than average dancer.

Stephen: I like to think I have skills.

Ginger: I'm sure you do. Now, how about some breakfast? I noticed they're serving food at the outside tables. Wouldn't you like to have a view of the sea while we eat?

Stephen: Why would I want to look at the sea when I can look at you?

Ginger: *blushing*

Sofia: Ooh! He kissed her! Sebastian, did you see— Hey... were you taking pictures?

Sebastian: Yup. We've got a little photographic evidence of that schoolboy kiss.

Sofia: Why would you do that? Spying on them is one thing, but taking a picture...?

Sebastian: I'm going to text it to Eden. This is news, Sofia.

Sofia: Gossip, more like it.

Sebastian: Come on! This is important. Eden's going to want to know about this.

Sofia: Ever since the two of you got over that weird irrational dislike for each other and decided to become friends, you're like two little old ladies, sticking your noses into everyone else's business.

Sebastian: Says the woman who was just spying on her father.

Sofia: Ugh! You're so annoying!

Sebastian: You keep saying that, and yet you're still my best friend.

Sofia: I'm your sister. I think it's mandatory.

Sebastian: Excuse me!?

Sofia: No, you are my best friend and I do love you. But, me loving you and you being a pain in the behind aren't mutually exclusive, you know.

Sebastian: Ugh... sisters!

Sofia: *laughing*

#ts4 #sims 4 #tartosa #sebastian fujikawa #sofia fujikawa #stephen fujikawa #ginger holmes #stargazersims

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rou-luxe · 4 months

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written 10:42-11:24 PM Sunday 6/2/24

haha I don't make any fucking sense not proofread

I'm really hoping tomorrow doesn't come.

I think distracting myself peaked again after one of my own parents called me useless and lazy. The other parent keeps telling me to talk to them, to tell them what's wrong... but it doesn't really help, they keep comparing me to people like my aunt (who they raised) and themself. It's not reassuring. It doesn't help at all. But you know, parents always offer food in place of comfort and apologies 🥰

I didn't even start working on my presentation (which, to be fair, we only had TWO DAYS for) or finish the material needed for it. The presentation was supposed to be tomorrow. Hardly fair... For the paper I mentioned, there's no one I know who can proofread it properly... On top of that, the tutors don't respond as quick as I'd like and don't even give good feedback in the first place.

Mental health hardly feels like an excuse. I don't know what's wrong with me. Is it something fundamentally in my being?

I hate feeling weak. Feeling flawed. Older child syndrome.

I don't like sharing my feelings

here sorry this is the revised censored version from a week and half ago

Why am I like this? Why do I have to be this flawed? Tell me, what did I do to deserve this life? What sin have I committed? I'm so sensitive that even the slightest thing breaks me. Is there something wrong at the core of my being?

I wish these feelings would go away

it's commonly said that how someone is raised shapes them...

"Let the knife sink into the flesh and pierce my heart, for life is a tragedy and I am exiting the stage."

"No more hate, no more love, just a standstill: though empty, it is peace."

"I deserve to suffer for my 'crimes', for in your eyes, I am truly at fault."

"Perhaps someday soon some kind soul will give me deliverance. Shoot me, strike me dead. Goodbye, I have been liberated from this mortal coil, this miserable prison of flesh. Goodnight. Good riddance to the torture called life. I am glad to be rid of it." - the "if you love me then put me out of my misery" philosophy again

back to flaw: "I am not a saint, and thus I will forever rest in the depths of hell."

I should have died that day, but Death hates me too

"Crack open my chest, and devour all that is there, for then I will be of some use." - I've said this one before I think

we're either going out quietly or with a bang

"Death to the sinner, wouldn't the self-proclaimed saint be delighted?"

"In a world where people watch and do nothing as others suffer, is it possible for you to blame me for trying to think of myself?"

then I think there was the big one from November it went something like this

it looks so cringe I usually express things better on paper

"if you love me then put me out of my misery"

I hate how showing emotions is frowned upon. not just the society here, I've been yelled at for crying since I was merely four. can't get proper help because that's like a "disability" and it's time-consuming. my cousin (bipolar, sui) tried but couldn't get proper therapy either. yeah he's alive and steadily getting better but it's never gone

gosh do family issues run in the family

mother + all her siblings got mommy issues

father got everyone issues ig 💀 I hate people with a short temper

as far as I can tell most of my cousins got both parents issues (1st / 2nd cousins)

are these feelings normal it feels like reality is being forced down my throat. I don't want to wake up and face the world anymore.

what are we chugging today

#roustorytime #vent #vent post #cw vent #personal vent

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koukaaa-descent · 2 months

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experimental writing about two old ocs I’ve never brought up anywhere #lol

>You miss the sky?

>>No. Not the sky that you recall. The sky that I knew saw things beyond your imagination. Gods, dragons, dinosaurs, meteors, rain, storms. A plethora of peculiar things.

>But they all had names. They always had names.

>>They always had names.

>Sometimes I wonder how long we’re gonna last. You were born to die. So was I. It’s just a tragedy in motion, one neither of us can stop.

>>A car crash. A tsunami. A dream.

>Yeah. A dream. I’m sorry about the time that I had kept clinging on to you. When you died, I lost something. Didn’t even know that you were you, and that I was I, and it still hurt the same.

>>That’s the problem with this, Lagrus. The sky falls, the dream ends, the curtains close. We’re still here. The beginning begins again, and I’m left in the same world in which I lost you. And now, I spend eternities finding you again.

>Wont you get tired of this? I’m tired of it. Knowing intrinsically but only in those very last moments before you’re gone, and I’m left to live a solitary life until the end of this story.

>>I made that bracelet for you for a reason. Even if we don’t recognize each other, even if I can’t recall the first fragment of your name, or the color of the spark which first created you, or the taste of your carbon on my tongue, there’d always be that piece with you. Always.

>Sometimes I wonder how long we’ll last, Eternatus. All of the time in the world is not enough time. Sometimes I find you, and you find me. We get to spend these fleeting lifetimes wrapped up in each other, just like we are now. It’s a little pathetic to hug your own body, isn’t it? But we only have so much time. Eternity is too short. It’s too long.

>>Sometimes I wonder how long we’ll last, Lagrus. The story is long but it has always had an end. Will it end when you tell me goodnight over the phone? Will it end when I walk away? Will it end when my spark never ignites? I hope so. I pray not.

>An eternity is not long enough. Ouroboros; möbius strip. The eternity is long but not forever. Sometimes I remember your hand as that which is made out of starlight, Eternatus. Sometimes it’s nothing at all. Sometimes I am guiding your ghost through a dark sea, ferrying you somewhere safe. Sometimes I am young, and you are too, and I am laughing as I drag you behind me, dappled in light. Sometimes we are old, and your hand is in mine, and you are staring at our hands and admiring the rings with the same awe you felt the day I presented them to you.

>>Sometimes we are monsters, Lagrus. But not always.

>The story has always needed to end, Eternatus. But perhaps it should last a moment longer still.

>>I would miss you, if we were nothing. It we were atoms, scattered across the vast nothing.

>I would miss you, too.

#kokadrafts #oc Lagrus #oc Eternatus #<-these two… my first duo

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auradia · 2 years

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am I the only one that’s sad that we didn’t get any nxx group chat messages for the new year(s)?

like I want to see them all passive-aggressively wishing each other a happy new year dammit please I need it

therefore since hyv did not bless us with new nxx groupchat shenanigans I will make my own. (under the cut)

luke and marius, stalking the gc at 11:59 PM: come on, just turn to 12 already….. come onnnnn…

the clock ticks to 12:00. and then….

NXX Groupchat:

12:00 AM

Luke: Happy new year, Rosa!

Marius: happy ne-

Marius: DAMMIT LUKE I WAS GONNA DO THAT! AT LEAST WISH ME A HAPPY NEW YEAR TOO

Luke: Alright, alright… happy new year, marius :)

Marius: hmph. i’m still gonna get you back for that.

Vyn: Why must you be so petty? I was trying to watch the fireworks and the notifications disturbed me.

Marius: well doc just have your phone on silent

Marius: it’s not that hard

Vyn: If you did not disturb me I would not have to put my phone on silent.

Vyn: Also, do not call me “doc”.

Marius: all right doc whatever you say

Luke: Wait a second

Luke: Vyn I think this is the first time I’ve seen you up after 9

Vyn: It was New Year’s Eve, and I would not want to miss such an occasion.

Vyn: Ah, before I forget: Happy New Year, Luke.

Marius: seriously??? no happy new year for me? unfair.

Vyn: Perhaps I would consider it if you did not attempt to get on my nerves daily.

Luke: Should I feel bad or should I laugh?

Vyn: You should laugh.

Marius: WOW DOC

Marius: ok but why ARE you still awake

Marius: i don’t recall you ever saying you were excited for the new year

Vyn: Oh, yes. I forgot to say, me and Rosa are celebrating together.

Luke: Wait, what???

Marius: WHAT

Artem: You’re with Rosa?

Rosa: Yeah, Vyn invited me to watch the fireworks with him! They’re really pretty :D

Luke: Why didn’t you tell me you were free? We could have spent the night together with peanut!

Marius: why didn’t you tell me missy? i’m hurt :(

Artem: I was not aware you were with Vyn.

Rosa: Sorry, guys. I thought you all said you were busy. :(

Luke: I can always make time for you!

Marius: missy, i could’ve made a space in my schedule for you…

Artem: Rosa, if you ever want to spend time with me, I can request a break so we can spend time together.

Rosa: Guys… thanks, but you really don’t need to waste that much time and effort on me…

Artem: No time spent with you is a waste, Rosa. I don’t want to hear you saying that again.

Vyn: Artem is correct. You deserve it.

Marius: wow that’s like the first time i’ve seen them agree with each other

Luke: @Rosa since we missed the new year’s, do you want to come over in a few days so we can have some fun in the snow?

Vyn: …

Artem: …

Marius: …

Marius: dang, should’ve asked earlier

Rosa: Uh… well-

Rosa: I would love to!

Luke: Yay!! I’ll text you tomorrow about it then

Rosa: By the way, thanks for the wishing me a happy New Year. Happy New Year to everyone here, too!

Rosa: I should probably go to sleep now, since the fireworks are over. Goodnight, everyone!

Marius: sweet dreams missy

Luke: Goodnighttt

Artem: Goodnight, Rosa.

Vyn: Ah, Rosa. I will prepare everything for you. Please wait, I am coming.

Marius: wow doc’s really texting instead of just talking they’re literally in the same place

Artem: That does seem quite inefficient.

Artem: Speaking of inefficiency, don’t you have work to do? I recall that Rosa mentioned that you said you were busy during the New Year’s celebrations.

Marius: wow. rude. i’m still doing work just taking a quick break

Marius: besides don’t you have work to do too

Artem: …

Artem: I suppose I do, yes. I am also simply taking a break.

Marius: copycat

Luke: Guys… just do your work

#tears of themis #tot artem #tot vyn #tot luke #tot marius #artem wing #vyn richter #luke pearce #marius von hagen #I am Sorry for the lack of artem messages but it kind got out of hand while I was writing it #not proofread btw don't murder me

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thepaintedlady00 · 2 years

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Oneshot: Loving An Endless

This oneshot was requested by @layla2-49. Bestie your idea was just 🥺😘👌🥵 I hope you enjoy!

Length: 5,899 words/15 pages

TW: mentions of past attempts of assault/domestic violence, fluff, a bit of Protective!Dream, Constantine has no filter, Death is adorable, smut, breeding kink, Soft!Dream, loss of virginity Feral!Dream

Being Johanna Constantine's assistant had its perks. The pay was good, great if she'd had any run-ins with the royals. She was a kind boss and a good friend. And, on days like today she brought in very very attractive men. He was the most beautiful, ethereal man I'd ever seen. His messy black hair glistened in the dull life of the office, his tall and slim frame was dressed in all black, and his eyes were a deep watery blue that caught the light and reflected stars.

I was staring. I knew I was, but I couldn't bring myself to stop. His gorgeous eyes watched me with a hint of curiosity, and under his steady gaze my face burned. Johanna bumped my shoulder, shaking me from my locked position. "The place is looking good, y/n!"

I smiled and shrugged at the not even half finished cleaning job I'd gotten done. "It's getting there. You have a lot of stuff."

"Yeah," she sighed. "But it's all useful!"

"Certainly not all," the man said, his voice deep and rich like honey. Oh dear god, I thought returning my gaze to him as he looked around the room with disgust, or maybe annoyance. It should be criminal to sound that good.

Johanna glared at him before catching the expression on my face. Shit. She smiled. "Oh! Where are my manners? Y/n this is the Sandman, sandman this is y/n!"

"Y/n," the man said, his eyes taking in my form. "It's a pleasure to meet you. Though I wish it'd been under better circumstances."

"Why's that?" I asked, fighting against the urge to physically fall when he'd said my name.

He sighed, looking through a box on the table. "I'm here in search of my stolen tools. I'm afraid it's quite dire, and your… Employer, is far more difficult than she should be."

Johanna mocked him with her hands. "Yada yada Sandman, beggars can't be choosers."

"Thieves should-"

She pointed a finger at him. "I bought that sand legally!"

He released a short sharp breath. "As you can see it's a complicated situation."

I nodded. "It seems so. I'm sorry your tools were stolen, Sandman. I'm more sorry you're stuck with Johanna, she's a lot."

"Hey!" Johanna gasped. "I could cut your pay!"

"You won't though," I replied, moving some boxes to help. I smiled up at the sandman. "So, what are we looking for?"

***

Dream couldn't put his finger on what made this woman different. Was it the beautiful gleam in her eyes? The softness of her smile? Or was it her willingness to jump into offering him, a stranger, her help? Whatever it was, he enjoyed it. He enjoyed her. Y/n, he thought again, unable to keep himself from repeating it to himself as he watched her move through the office looking through boxes alongside Constantine.

She was far more helpful, and far less destructive. As Constantine tossed yet another antique over her shoulder y/n sighed. "Would you stop breaking things?"

"It's not broken," Constantine assured. "Even if it is, I own it, so I can break it if I want."

Y/n rolled her eyes. "Whatever you say, Jo."

Eventually Constantines memory was at last jogged by a photo of an ex lover and the location of his sand was revealed. Y/n offered to accompany them but the Constantine woman refused. He stood in the office with y/n as Constantine got ready to depart. She smiled at him, a smile that brought him a feeling of peace. "Well, I hope you find the rest of your things."

"Thank you, Y/n," he said softly.

"You're welcome, Sandman."

"Dream."

"I'm sorry?" She asked gently, her eyes glistening in the light.

"My name, one of them, is Dream."

A slight blush rose to her face. "Dream. It's a lovely name."

He bowed his head slightly. "Goodnight, y/n. Perhaps fate will bring our paths together again."

"One can hope," she said without thinking. He smiled at the way she scrambled trying to explain her meaning.

Lifting her hand to his lips he kissed it before silently leaving the crowded apartment and refocusing his mind on reclaiming his tools and saving The Dreaming from ruin. As the days turned into weeks, Dream still thought of the girl, still quietly saying her name to himself when no one would hear.

***

Months had passed since Johannas job for Dream and as embarrassing as it was, I felt disappointed. Part of me thought he'd show up again, if not first me then to give Johanna another job or something. But, he never did. I told myself it was for the best, he was a god, a god that surely had more important things to do than indulge me in conversation. I doubted the sandman even remembered me.

Johanna kept me busy, after I'd finally gotten her office clean and organized she'd started sending me research to comb through for her while she moved between work locations. It was tedious and could be difficult to find certain legends or creatures, but as always she paid me well and was a good friend. I stood at my desk, glaring down at the sprawled out documents of her next job, looking for something to help narrow down the possibilities of what she'd be up against once she arrived.

I rubbed my dry, tired eyes and sighed, answering my phone just as her ringtone sounded. "Johanna, remind me to strangle you when you get back."

"It's going well I see," she teased me. "Well I'm sending someone over to help out. He's got a bit more knowledge on this kind of thing, so he should make it pretty easy."

"You need to stop sending strangers to my house," I complained. "It's turning into a potential occupational hazard."

Johanna laughed. "I'd never send anyone to you that would hurt you, y/n. What kind of boss do you take me for?"

I smiled. "The bitchy kind."

"Ouch, that's a bit harsh!"

"How's Amsterdam?" I asked, leaning back against the desk and taking a sip of my tea.

"It's fine," she said rather dismissively. "Can't wait to be done with this job though. Already far more complicated than I wanted."

"You'll figure it out in no time Jo." I assured her.

She sighed. "Yeah, well have fun with your sandman."

My body froze, brows furrowing as I mulled over her words. "What do you mean?"

"The guy I'm sending to help you, it's him." She stated with a knowing tone. "I saw you checking him out, so have fun. Use protection."

"Johanna you know I don't-" My words were cut off by the sound of my doorbell. Shit.

"Relax, he's just there to help with your research. Now, I gotta run, call you soon."

The line went dead and I scoffed at her abrasiveness. Bitch. I straightened out my shirt and quickly fixed my messed up hair before opening the door to the tall figure clothed in black. His starry eyes rolled down my body as he tilted his head slightly. "Y/n."

"Dream," I said quietly. God he was more beautiful than I remembered. Stepping to the side and gesturing inward I blushed. "Please come in!"

He moved slowly through the small space of my townhouse, looking at everything that hung on the walls and regarding my bookshelf with interest. "You have a lovely home. Far more comfortable than your employers."

I laughed nervously. "Thanks, I don't do my best work when things are unorganized so I like to keep my space clean."

"A sentiment I share," he replied with a tiny smile. "Constantine said you were researching an ancient creature she believes is causing trouble."

"Yeah," I turned and gathered up the papers from my desk. "This is all I've been able to find. Everything else is either in a dead language or just illegible. Probably why she enlisted you to help."

Dream simply nodded as he took the papers from me, cold fingers gliding smoothly over the tips of my own and sending a chill through me. This is just pathetic, I scolded myself. He's so far out of your league! Look at him! He probably has hundreds of beautiful goddess lovers. I pulled myself out of the slew of pitiful thoughts and jumped back into researching. Dream had taken a seat in one of my chairs and leafed through the papers and books I'd pulled out while I focused on online research.

I found myself looking up from my laptop and watching him often. The way he sat so casually, yet refined and the look of concentration on his angular face… It was cute and distracting. He was distracting. His eyes looked up from the book, an amused glint passing through them. "Anything new?"

"No," I answered quickly, looking back down at my screen. "Nothing new."

Dream hummed thoughtfully and closed his book, moving toward my shelves and looking. "Perhaps we're looking in the wrong place."

I watched him curiously and listened intently as he spoke. He had such a fast knowledge, one that no book or letter could possibly hold. It was fascinating. His hunch had proved correct and after telling Johanna of the new development we sat in my home and talked for hours. Dream asked me about my life. He asked and actually listened, actually cared. It was something I hadn't experienced in years and it felt nice. In turn he openly answered every question I could ask him, his openness was unexpected and refreshing.

With a loud yawn I smiled at Dream. "You're a very interesting person, Dream of the Endless."

"As are you, y/n." He nodded his head towards my bedroom. "It's late, you should retire for the night."

"Probably," I agreed, twisting my fingers together nervously as I asked, "Will I see you again?"

"Do you wish to?"

"Of course I do!" I said, far too enthusiastically. "I mean… Yes, I would very much wish to see you again."

Dream smiled. "Then you will. Goodnight, y/n."

It felt like a dismissal, a non answer, but I forced myself to ignore it. "Goodnight, Dream."

I settled into bed not long after he'd left, pulling the warm covers up around me and at last being able to close my eyes and relax into my bed. My dreams were not creative, but not boring either. I usually thought of relaxing locations, rolling hills or quiet streams, tonight it was a crystal clear lake that mirrored the starry night sky inside it. As I sat among the flowers and blades of grass, listening to the calm and sketching in my notebook - a hobby I rarely got time to practice in the real world - I felt a familiar sensation roll over me as a tall figure in black walked towards me with a smile.

"Dream," I whispered, looking up at him in awe. "How…"

"You are asleep," he answered. "And so you have entered into my realm."

Of course, this was his whole thing. I smiled brightly, fixing my hair. "When I asked if I'd see you again… I wasn't expecting it to be so soon."

He looked around, eyes shining impossibly brighter. "You've a beautiful imagination."

My cheeks burned. "Oh this is nothing. I'm sure you see far more creative things."

"It's the simplicity of it that makes it beautiful. Most people seek out the feeling of comfort and home in their dreams. Yours reflects the beauty of your mind perfectly." He looked back down at me, holding his hand out. "Would you like to see my home?"

I jumped up, gently taking hold of his hand. "Of course! The way you described it was magnificent."

Dream nodded with a light chuckle. "I hope it lives up to your expectations."

"It will," I assured him. "I doubt you're capable of creating anything that wouldn't."

That was the first time I'd visited The Dreaming and it was just as beautiful as he described, as I could have ever imagined. Since that night Dream always came to me in my dreams. We'd walk and talk and grew close. He was my friend, one I'd fallen further and further in love with each passing night. I didn't care if he never felt the same, simply being around him was enough for me. Johanna, however, was constantly pulling every string she could to try and force me to tell him of my feelings.

She rolled her eyes from the couch as I said goodbye to Dream and Matthew. They'd taken to visiting me in the Waking World when they had a free moment. The second they'd gone, Johanna was on her rant. "You're seriously never going to tell him?"

"There's nothing to tell Jo."

"Bullshit!" She laughed. "You're head over heels for him! You have been from the start!"

I signed. "And? He's my friend. I don't want to ruin that. Besides, he probably has goddesses or something that he'd prefer."

Johanna scoffed. "God are you really that blind?"

"What?"

"He's smitten with you." She smiled widely. "Do you think he just pops by every friends house every day?"

A nervous ache filled my chest. "He doesn't…"

"Y/n."

"It doesn't matter. The second I tell him I want to wait until marriage for…" I sighed. "It's just not in the stars, Jo."

She looked disappointed. "How do you know if you refuse to try? Not everyone's gonna be like the last, y/n."

***

Dream had poured himself into winning the heart of y/n. He'd grown more and more enchanted with her as the days passed, so much so that he could scarcely be apart from her. His thoughts ran rampant with thoughts of her, filthy ones but more so the soft need to know what it would be like to wake to her each morning or to hear her laughing while he did his work. Dream wanted to spend every minute beside her.

Night had been their main meeting time, but as he waited on the bridge she was nowhere in sight. Finding her was easy, but the sight that he appeared in the middle of was one that made his anger twist and twine around him. Y/n was sitting on the edge of her bed, her arms curled around herself, holding tattered and torn bits of her top to her. The man responsible pounded on the door, shouting threats and destroying her living room. He quietly waved his hand, willing the pounding and shouting to stop and fixing her clothes before he took a seat beside her, watching the room fade away to a meadow of flowers and quiet.

He sat by her side as the fear of the nightmare faded from her and she slowly relaxed. Her hand settled over his and squeezed. "Thank you."

"I'm sorry you had to relive that. My nightmares should have known better."

She shook her head. "They're just doing their job."

"Perhaps," he agreed, meeting her eyes. "But it will not happen again."

Y/n smiled, leaning her head onto his shoulder. "Thank you."

Though his body hummed at the feeling of her pressed against him, his anger was not satisfied. "Who was he?"

"An ex boyfriend."

"What happened between you?"

She sighed. "I told him I wanted to wait until marriage to be intimate."

His anger grew. How could anyone react to such an innocent thing with such cruelty and violence? "I would have his name."

"Why?" Her head lifted from his shoulder and he looked down at her gently, even through his anger.

"He hurt you… He tried to defile you. Such evil actions require punishment."

Y/n looked down, a sad nervous look filling her face. "What would you do to him?"

Dream was creative and he could no doubt think of something painful enough. "Whatever you asked me to."

"And if I asked you to let him live?"

He ground his teeth together. "Then I would. For you."

She smiled, a few tears still staining her cheeks. "Thank you."

He wiped the wetness from her face. "Stop thanking me for such small acts of affection."

"Affection?" She asked with wide eyes. "Does that mean you…"

"I love you," he answered as soon as her voice trailed off.

"Even though I…" She sighed again. "Even though I don't want to sleep with you?"

His head tilted slightly. "Do you think me so petty?"

"No!"

Dream held her tight. "If you wish to wait for marriage for such physical intimacy then it is marriage I shall offer you. Until then, there are other ways to be intimate with those you love."

Joyful tears filled her eyes. "You're magnificent, Dream of the Endless."

"Morpheus." He pushed her hair away from her face. "I want you to call me by my true name."

"Morpheus," she repeated softly. The sound of her voice speaking his name made every inch of him tingle. "Would you…" She tried to look down again, but he held her face and her eyes. "Will you kiss me?"

Dream nodded. "Always."

The second their lips met he felt whole. He'd kissed many before, but it was her lips that set his heart ablaze, her soft sounds that filled him with peace. Y/n was made for him and he'd not rest until she felt every ounce of the love she deserved. He'd not rest until she was his queen and wife.

***

Ever since the night I'd dreamt of my ex, of the horror he put me through, I'd not had another nightmare. And since then, Morpheus, Dream of the Endless, had become my boyfriend. Boyfriend. I giggled at the word. It felt so simple, far too tame for the level of devoted love he'd given to me. Every moment I spent with him was full of freedom and happiness. I'd never felt so light and unburdened. He'd introduced me to his sister, Death, and had looked so happy when we got along instantly.

Death had visited me often since, taking me to lunch and talking to me about anything and everything. She was fun and lighthearted, a good compliment to Dreams' usually laid back attitude and occasional pout. She'd asked me if I wanted Dream, truly wanted him and when I told her I did her joyful demeanor only grew. Since then Dream seemed to be busier and slightly stressed.

I looked over at Death as she smiled at a group of kids beside me. "Is there something wrong with Dream?"

"No," she answered "He's in surprisingly high spirits."

"Then why is he so stressed out whenever he sees me?"

"It's probably the nerves. Asking such a big question is always a little scary."

I turned to her fully, mouth hanging open. "What question?"

Her eyes grew wide and she slapped her hand onto her face. "Don't talk about the proposal! He said don't! Oh what a terrible time to mishear someone."

"Proposal?!" I shrieked. "He's proposing?"

She smiled and shrugged. "Surprise?"

My heart pounded in my ears as the news sunk in. He and I had spoken of marriage often, and we'd been dating - courting as Dream liked to call it - for almost a year now. It wasn't rushed, but it certainly wasn't the longest wait. I was nervous, but not in the way I was used to. This was an excited kind of nervous, the kind that made my stomach fill with butterflies and my skin tingle. "He's proposing."

Death smiled, rubbing my arm fondly. "You're going to be my sister soon."

"What makes you so sure I'm going to say yes?" I joked.

"Because you love him."

"When's he going to do it?"

She stood quickly. "Nope! I'm not spoiling any more of the surprise!"

That night Morpheus and I walked the whole of The Dreaming and I listened to him pour his soul out to me. Everything he thought and felt was laid bare before my feet and I was left in awe at the depth of his passion not just for me but for all his creations and even humanity. He loved so deeply and so fiercely that nothing could come between him and that love. Not time or distance, not anger or sorrow. When he got down on one knee, his sparkling night sky eyes looking up at me, and asked me to marry him I didn’t hesitate to tell him yes. I wanted him forever, wanted to live beside him, share his bed and build a life together, a family.

***

Wedding planning was rather easy when your fiance can create anything you could think or dream of with a wave of his hand. And so here we were on the day of the wedding, Death standing beside me fussing over my dress, Delirium - Dreams younger sister - crying in front of me one moment and then insisting that we needed more flowers the next. I would have normally felt nervous, but instead I just felt ready. My dress was one that Dream had designed, a long ball gown that glistened and sparkled everytime I moved, looking like it’d been made of pure silver and starlight. My hair had been done elegantly with a modest crown gleaming on my head and earrings swaying softly as I moved.

“You look beautiful,” Death said with a beaming smile.

I smoothed a hand down the fabric of my dress. “So, after today I’ll be immortal?”

She nodded. “I’ll give you my gift when the two of you seal the marriage with that kiss.”

“The kiss of immortality,” I joked. “It sounds far better than the alternative.”

Death rolled her eyes and squeezed my hands. “It’s time. Are you ready?”

I only nodded, the raw emotion of what was happening filling my throat. Fiddlers Green was filled with people, guests from the waking world and other realms beyond The Dreaming. A path of petals lead down the aisle and to the archway of blooming flowers, butterflies and twinkling lights. Morpheus stood beneath it, no longer in his usual attire but instead wearing a form fitting black suit that seemed to be made of the night sky itself. He smiled as our eyes met and Death squeezed my hand with a quiet whisper of, “We really did try with his hair.”, as she walked me down the aisle to his side.

“My love,” he said softly, holding his hand out to me and pressing a soft kiss to it. “You look beautiful.”

“You look amazing,” I returned the compliment, drinking in his form with delight. “You always do.”

The ceremony was short, Destiny spoke quietly but with an authority that made each word feel purposeful and infinite, and as he smiled to each of us at the end I felt my heartbeat quicken and my smile grow wider and wider. “You may now kiss the bride.”

Morpheus looked at Death first, who nodded with joyful tears running down her cheeks. Our lips pressed together, as they had so often before, but this time I could feel something different. Whether it was the pleasant sensation of Death's gift filling my lungs with immortal life or the simple fact that Dream of the Endless was now my husband I didn’t know. I was just happy, so happy to finally have him forever.

The party was modest and regal. Far more people bowed to me than I’d ever thought was possible, but Dream assured me it was something I’d get used to. He and I mingled with the guests for a while before everyone returned to their own realms and homes and night fell over The Dreaming. Morpheus and I walked through Fiddlers Green for a moment before retiring to his room, the only place in the palace that’d I’d only been a handful of times before now. I was nervous, and Morpheus could tell.

He kissed my shoulder gently. “We don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with, y/n.”

I smiled. How could one person be so good and understanding? “I want to. I want to be with you.”

“You’re amazing,” he said softly. “I swear you’ll not regret sharing this piece of yourself with me, my love, my wife.”

“I could never regret you,” I said, turning to face him.

He kissed me with the passion I fell in love with. Everything he was he poured into the movements of our lips as his gentle hands unwound my hair from its accessories and slid down my skin as he untied the laces of my dress. His lips pulled away from mine, moving down my jaw and sucking at my throat, biting gently at my pulsepoint. My unexpected moan filled the room and I could feel Dream smile against my skin as he continued his movements. “You make such lovely sounds.”

His voice was low and dark, holding the love and adoration he bore me but lacing both with a hunger I’d never experienced before. My slightly shaking hands pushed the suit jacket from his shoulders and ran down his chest, tugging the buttons apart slowly. He’d pulled back from me to watch the movement of my fingers with dark eyes. I blushed harder the closer I got to his pelvis. “Is this okay?”

Morpheus tilted his head slightly and brushed his nose against mine. “I could watch you undress me for eternity.”

The second his shirt was off my hands ran up his chiseled chest, tracing the line of lean muscles that he had until I wound my arms around his shoulders, pulling myself up flush against him. “I love you.”

“As I love you.” His hands moved, slowly sliding the sleeves of my dress down until the whole gown began to slip off me. With burning in his eyes he looked at me and asked, “May I see you?”

Swallowing the thick nervous lump I nodded. “Yes.”

The dress hit the floor, leaving me bare before him and it took every ounce of control and confidence I had not to cover my chest immediately. Morpheus’ dark gaze lazily slid down my body, his cold hands moving carefully to run along the smooth skin of my arms as he pulled me back into his chest. He lifted my burning face to his and smiled. “You are a goddess, in spirit and in flesh.”

I kissed him harder than I’d meant to. Our teeth clacked together as he met my enthusiasm with the same energy, his hands gently twisting into my hair and his tongue exploring my mouth, pulling the breath from my lungs and replacing it with a hot ball of burning need. I needed to be closer to him, needed to feel every inch of his skin on my own. I needed him. “Morpheus,” I whispered against his lips. “I need you.”

“You have me,” he replied gently urging me backward into the bed. “All of me, forever.”

As soon as my back hit the silk of his sheets a shiver ran down my spine. I’d expected him to climb on top of me, but he didn’t. Instead I lifted myself up onto my elbows and watched him as he knelt before me, gently pulling my legs apart. His sparkling eyes met mine and he smiled. “What are you doing?”

“I am finally worshiping you,” he said plainly as he lowered his face to my burning pussy and pressed a kiss to the mound. I gasp tore through my throat as I gripped his hair tightly.

“Morpheus!” I cried out as his tongue licked at me, finding my swollen and throbbing clit with ease and focusing on it. Each circle his tongue drew against me pulled a new noise from my chest and filled my gut with a tightening coil. “Oh god, Morpheus!” A slight pinch of tightness had my fingers tightening even more in his dark mane as he gently eased one finger into me. My legs shook as the new, slightly uncomfortable, feeling overshadowed everything else.

His mouth pulled away from my clit and his eyes looked up at me. “Easy now, my love. Just focus on the pleasure of my mouth.”

Dream’s finger moved slowly in easy movements as his tongue worked my clit again. Soon the uncomfortable sensation of his long finger faded into even more pleasure, so much so that when he added another finger I felt the coil tighten and tighten within me. I pulled his hair gently, desperate to bring his face, his mouth closer to where I needed him. “More, please, Morpheus more!”

I felt a smile and a soft, nearly inaudible whisper against me as he spoke, “That’s it, let go my love.”

The pace he set was both gentle but fast, tongue swirling and fingers pumping in the perfect synchronization to pull the coil tight enough that it snapped. White filled my vision and I moaned loudly, wantonly, as I came against his lips and fingers. He continued his movements, easing me down from the high of my orgasm before pressing his lips to my leg, moving up higher and higher, kissing and sucking across the plain of my stomach before he wrapped his lips around one of my nipples. The movements of him worked me right back up, the coil once laxed now tightened again. “Morpheus!” I whined.

“I know,” he said, moving to my other nipple and giving it the same affection before nipping at my throat. “If at any moment you change your mind, tell me.”

I pulled him up and stroked my hand down his face. “I need you.”

As his thin frame settled between my thighs his eyes bore down into mine, soft and full of comfort even through the endlessness of his lust. He lined himself up with my entrance and slowly began to push in. One of his hands pressed into my hip, steading himself and me as he moved, the other cupped the back of my head, giving him the best access to tangle his tongue with mine, swallowing the noises I made. The more he pushed into me, the more noticeable the slight sting was. It wasn’t painful, not really, but the sensation of it was so new that it caused tears to fill my eyes. Morpheus paused a few times, kissing away my tears before moving again until his long, thick length was seated fully inside me.

He was perfectly still against me, breathing heavily down into my neck as I adjusted to him. My cunt squeezed him eagerly as the stinging began to fade, replaced by the pleasurable sensation of him. My chest was heaving as I wiggled my hips against him, the movement sending even more pleasure coursing through me. “Dream, move please.”

Keeping his movements slow and gentle he complied, setting a steady pace as my legs wound around his waist. God it felt so good. His breathy, quiet moans against me filled my head with pure bliss as I slowly began to rock against him, the pace quickening. “Y/n.”

My head fell back onto the mattress as Morpheus moved his other hand to my hips, holding me tightly. It was all too much, the tightening of the coil in my gut, the way he moaned my name, the feeling of him pushing into me. There was so much love filling the space between us, and I couldn't help the words that tumbled from my mouth. "I love you," I gasped, my eyes closing tightly. "I can't wait to have your children, to start our family."

Everything stilled for a moment and Morpheus touched my face, coaching my eyes open. "Do you mean that?"

"Of course," I breathed. "There's nothing I want more."

His chest heaved and his grip on my hip tightened. He dropped his head to my throat. "Fuck. I wanted to be gentle with you, but… God you don't know what you do to me."

His teeth locked around my neck, sucking a deep hickey into the skin. I moaned even louder than before, hands grabbing at him as he continued to do it again and again. "Please, Morpheus!"

"What do you want?" He asked roughly.

"Fuck me," I murrmered, nails hitting into his arms. "Come inside me, put a baby in me."

Without warning he lifted a leg over his shoulder and began truly fucking into me, his hands squeezing and groping me as he lost himself to my words. I writhed and moaned beneath him, my hands holding onto him for dear life as he pulled another orgasm from me, not stilling or slowing at all as he chased his own, bringing me right back into the throws of another. His hand slid up my stomach. "You're going to look so beautiful pregnant."

Oh god! I whined internally, all my capabilities to speak long gone as his hips began to stutter and he held me tightly against him, pushing his hot come deep inside me before collapsing on top of me.

As we lay tangled together, my fingers running through his hair and kissing lips pressing against my skin, I couldn't help but feel happy. This was all I'd ever wanted, all I ever could have hoped for. His head lifted and his beautiful starry eyes met mine. Forever was going to be a very happy place.

***

Dream walked the paths of Fiddlers Green, following the sounds of laughter to the small pond where his beautiful wife sat in the tall grass, soaking up the sunshine and the little girl with messy raven hair chased the butterflies with gleeful laughter. He moved to his wife's side, looking down at her with a smile. "There you two are."

She held her hand out, a silent request for his help in standing, one he answered instantly. Once she was on her feet she moved to press a kiss to his lips, falling short by a few inches. She sighed and looked up at him with a pout. The roundness of her belly made reaching up to kiss him difficult, but it made Dreams heart soar as hell lowered himself to kiss her. "Hello, my darling."

"Hello, my love," he answered, rubbing a soothing hand over her stomach, feeling the strong kicks of his child beneath his palm. "And hello to you little prince."

"He's growing restless," y/n warned fondly. "Not enough space for his tall little body."

"Soon he'll have all the space he needs," Dream assured her with a wide smile.

"Daddy!" His daughter leapt up in between them and into his arms, holding him tightly in her grasp. "Come see the butterflies! They're super quick so you gotta go slow and slow and slow until you get close enough to jump!"

He chuckled, allowing the tiny girl to drag him toward the insects. As she watched them he watched her, his heart full for the first time in eons. Forever was no longer cold and lonely, but bright and hopeful. He kissed his daughter's head and smiled at his beautiful y/n. Forever was a happy place indeed.

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