#Lily Cerulean

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[acesandfairydust]

First birthdays up - Max and Ceru.

[apoemaday]

Monet Refuses the Operation

by Lisel Mueller

Doctor, you say that there are no halos around the streetlights in Paris and what I see is an aberration caused by old age, an affliction. I tell you it has taken me all my life to arrive at the vision of gas lamps as angels, to soften and blur and finally banish the edges you regret I don’t see, to learn that the line I called the horizon does not exist and sky and water, so long apart, are the same state of being. Fifty-four years before I could see Rouen cathedral is built of parallel shafts of sun, and now you want to restore my youthful errors: fixed notions of top and bottom, the illusion of three-dimensional space, wisteria separate from the bridge it covers. What can I say to convince you the Houses of Parliament dissolve night after night to become the fluid dream of the Thames? I will not return to a universe of objects that don’t know each other, as if islands were not the lost children of one great continent. The world is flux, and light becomes what it touches, becomes water, lilies on water, above and below water, becomes lilac and mauve and yellow and white and cerulean lamps, small fists passing sunlight so quickly to one another that it would take long, streaming hair inside my brush to catch it. To paint the speed of light! Our weighted shapes, these verticals, burn to mix with air and changes our bones, skin, clothes to gases. Doctor, if only you could see how heaven pulls earth into its arms and how infinitely the heart expands to claim this world, blue vapor without end.

[yanderemisery]

Yandere Gojo Satoru

TW: non-con, stalking, obsession, out of character Gojo, rushed fic.

In the labyrinthine sprawl of Tokyo, where the city breathed in neon and exhaled shadows, there was a girl named Darling.

Her name, though simple, carried with it a resonance of warmth and affection—a name that mirrored the essence of her spirit. Darling was a young woman of unassuming charm, a tender blossom amidst the concrete jungle, oblivious to the darker currents that surged beneath the city's vibrant facade.

She had come to Tokyo in search of knowledge, her heart brimming with dreams and aspirations. Yet, in her naivety, she remained unaware that her every step was being traced, her every movement observed by a pair of eyes as blue as the boundless sky. These were the eyes of Satoru Gojo, the most formidable sorcerer of his time, a man whose power transcended mortal comprehension. But power alone had never captivated him— until he saw her.

It was a chance encounter in Shibuya, or so it seemed. Darling, with her soft smile and gentle demeanor, had been perusing a flower stall, her fingers brushing against the delicate petals of lilies and roses. In that moment, she had unknowingly ensnared the attention of a man who could bend reality to his will, yet found himself powerless in the face of her innocence.

For Gojo, it began as a curiosity—a fleeting intrigue. He had seen countless people, their lives mere blips in the vast expanse of time, but Darling was different. There was an ethereal quality to her, a purity that stood in stark contrast to the corruption he had witnessed in the world. Her very existence seemed to beckon to something primal within him, something possessive.

As days passed, Gojo found himself gravitating towards her, orchestrating

"coincidental" meetings with a precision that only he could master. He engineered moments where their paths would cross: a shared ride in an elevator, a brief conversation at a café. Each interaction was a thread in the intricate web he wove around her, binding her to him ever so subtly. And Darling, in her trusting nature, saw nothing but serendipity in these encounters. She laughed at his jokes, blushed at his compliments, and began to think of him as a guardian of sorts-an enigmatic figure who appeared whenever she felt the slightest bit lost.

Yet, for all her innocence, Darling was not a fool. There were moments when she felt a strange disquiet, a sense of being watched even when she was alone. But whenever she tried to voice these feelings, she found herself silenced by Gojo's reassuring presence. His charm was undeniable, his concern for her genuine-or so she thought. What Darling couldn't perceive was the darkness festering behind those cerulean eyes, the way his affection had curdled into something far more dangerous.

Gojo's desire for Darling had grown into an obsession, a consuming need to possess her wholly. The idea of her with anyone else, even in the most innocuous of interactions, filled him with a rage that he struggled to contain. He began to view the world through a distorted lens, seeing threats where there were none, and enemies in those who merely existed near her. In his mind, Darling was his, and his alone.

One evening, after a late lecture, Darling found herself walking through the dimly lit streets, the city's usual hum subdued by the encroaching night. The air was heavy with a sense of foreboding, though Darling, lost in thought, barely noticed. Her mind wandered to Gojo, to the strange magnetism he seemed to exude, and the inexplicable comfort she felt in his presence. Yet, beneath that comfort was a growing unease, a flicker of something she couldn't quite name.

As she turned down a quiet alley—a shortcut she had taken many times before

-Darling froze. There, standing beneath the weak glow of a streetlamp, was Gojo.

His tall figure cast an elongated shadow that seemed to stretch out towards her like a spectral hand. His face, usually lit with a disarming smile, was now a mask of inscrutable intent.

"Darling," he murmured, his voice a soft caress that sent shivers down her spine.

"I've been waiting for you."

There was something in his tone that unsettled her, a possessiveness that she had never noticed before. It was as though the gentle flirtations and casual conversations they had shared were stripped away, leaving behind only the raw, unfiltered truth. She hesitated, taking a small step back, but Gojo was already moving towards her, his presence overwhelming in the narrow space.

"Gojo-san," she began, her voice faltering. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to protect you," he said, his words laden with a weight she didn't understand. "You don't know how dangerous this world can be, Darling. You need someone like me to keep you safe."

The intensity in his gaze, the fervor in his voice, struck her like a physical blow. This was not the man she thought she knew.

This was someone else entirely, someone whose affection had twisted into something dark and suffocating. Panic began to rise in her chest as she tried to take another step back, but Gojo was faster, his hand reaching out to gently-but firmly-grasp her wrist.

"You don't need to be afraid," he whispered, his breath warm against her ear as he leaned in. "I won't let anything happen to you. I'll always be here, Darling. Forever."

Darling's heart pounded in her chest, her thoughts a whirlwind of confusion and fear.

She had no idea how deeply Gojo's obsession ran, how far he was willing to go to keep her by his side. To him, she was no longer just a person-she was his, a possession he would guard jealously, even against her will.

As the night closed in around them, Darling realized too late that she had become ensnared in a web.

[writing-for-marvel]

Day 7: Striptease

Mob!Bucky's Kinktober Honeymoon

Mob!Bucky Barnes × Wife!Reader

Summary: Bucky gets turned on while you try on your new designer clothes.

Warnings: strictly 18+, smut, fingering, ruined orgasm, Bucky speaking Romanian & being obsessed with his wife (yes, those are warnings 👀)

Word count: 1.6k

A/N: this isn’t a typical striptease but I wasn’t sure what else to call this - it’s more of a sexy try on haul with smut. Dividers by me, please do not use. Banners by @vase-of-lilies

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“What do you think?” You ask your husband who has perched himself at the end of the luxuriously large king bed in your rented villa.

His nose is in his phone, you suspect checking on business back home even though he promised you he wouldn’t work a single minute while on your honeymoon. But as soon as he looks up, his attention switches solely to you, forgetting all about whatever had been distracting him on the device.

One of the many wedding presents Bucky had given to you was a new closet full of custom designer clothes, including that of a swimsuit collection specifically for your European summer honeymoon.

The way Bucky’s eyes widen, desire and lust mixing like twin flames in his ocean blue eyes, makes you melt.

He’s seen you naked basically every day since you began dating, watched your face contort in pure ecstasy more times than you could possibly count, and yet, even now, more than two years into your relationship, he still looks at you like you’re the most desirable woman on the face of the earth. That there is simply no one else capable of captivating his attention in the way you do.

Bucky stands from the edge of the bed, taking slow steps towards you, his cerulean eyes never once leaving your body - not even blinking.

“Uluitoare [breathtaking].” You are still working on improving your Romanian, but by the astonished tone of his voice and the unwavering gaze settled on your body, you’re fairly sure you understand the sentiment.

“Nuh uh - no touching.” Smirking, you swat his hand away playfully when he reaches out to grasp your waist, performing a slow, alluring twirl to give him the perfect view of every angle. Once his eyes have roamed every inch of your frame, lingering at the shape of your ass and tits in your outfit, you lean forward, standing on your tiptoes, and speak lowly into his ear. “Let me put on a show for you.”

With a steady hand on his strapping chest, you press him backwards, pushing him onto the bed. His complete enthralment in your every movement makes confidence soar in your chest and gives you the courage to begin seductively stripping off your blouse button by button.

Your eyes are locked when the light material falls down your shoulders and onto the floor, a soft moan escapes his throat, his bottom lip curled behind his teeth. Even though you have no music to dance to, your hips sway to a rhythm as you unzip your skirt, making sure to provide Bucky the perfect view of your ass as that piece of clothing also drops to the ground.

In nothing but your expensive lingerie, which Bucky himself picked out, you saunter over to him and elicit a groan when you palm his rock hard cock through the material of his trousers.

“What should I try on for you first?” You ask, teasingly turning around and swaying your hips over the fabric of his pants. His growing erection becomes even more obvious as you start letting your hands wander over your own body, taunting him with the sight of your fingers dipping close to your core.

Bucky’s too caught up in the little show you’re putting on for him to even register the question you’ve asked him, but that doesn’t matter, you already know he’s going to lose his mind when he sees you in the sundress you’ve been eyeing off since the start of the season.

Leaving the confines of his warm body, you sway across the room to the rack of new clothes desperate for you to try on. You can feel Bucky’s eyes piercing through your back as you slip into the new dress, and even hear him swear under his breath when you turn around and show off the complete outfit.

“You’re the most gorgeous woman on the planet.” He comments in such an assured and sincere tone that you could never doubt he truly believes it.

Bucky pulls your body into him, so you stand between his spread legs. His fingers immediately toy with the thin material of your panties at the apex of your thighs, pulling the lingerie swiftly to the side and circles his middle finger lightly over your clit.

“What did I ever do to deserve you?” The rough pads of his fingers feel delightful against your slick folds, but you ache to feel more of him, to be so full of him you don’t know where he ends and you begin.

As his fingers trace tantalisingly through your core, your own cup his strong, stubbled jaw and tilt his chin up so his piercing eyes meet yours once again. You take a beat to admire just how much adoration fills them when he gazes at you, before closing the small space and slotting your lips against his.

For as long as you live, you will never tire of the feeling of his kiss. Butterflies. Palpitations. Fireworks. Even if it’s just his lips connected with yours, your entire body responds.

“Bucky, please.” You beg into his mouth, needing more than just the teasing pad of his finger against your clit.

He suddenly thrusts two thick fingers all the way inside you, his rough palm flat against your throbbing clit as he quickly begins fucking you hard and fast, curling his fingers to drag over your g-spot.

“Fuck, just like that.” His palm smacks against your clit with each push of his hand, the pleasure so overwhelming, you’re forced to hold onto his tattooed bicep for fear that your legs will give way underneath you.

When Bucky starts sucking on your neck, sure to leave a hickey, and using his other hand to massage your breast over the dress, you know you’re done for.

Your fingers tangle in the curls of hair at the nape of his neck as you can feel your orgasm begin to ignite like a match… before all of a sudden you feel completely empty, clenching around nothing, and your incoming high dissipates like smoke into the atmosphere.

“Show me another piece.” Bucky requests before sucking your sweet arousal from his fingers with lips curling in a cocky smirk.

You’re sure Bucky can detect the disappointment on your features, but he simply squeezes your hips encouragingly, head inclining to the other garments you have yet to try on.

“How about a preview of what I’m gonna wear to dinner tonight.” You purr into his ear before taking a couple of steps back on shaky legs, trying to maintain the confidence in your demeanour that you had in your prior performance and give him a taste of his own medicine.

Your movements aren’t as smooth this time, but Bucky looks just as pleased. At this point you’re fairly sure it isn’t the fact that someone is performing for him that has him so aroused, it’s that you’re the one putting on the show.

The dress you had set aside for later is hanging in a garnet bag on the rack with all the other formal dresses Bucky paid for. Your body moves fluidly as you exchange one dress for the other, teasingly giving him only a sneak peak at your best assets, and stripping off your lingerie panties in the process.

“Wasn’t gonna wear these tonight anyway.” You place the lace in Bucky’s outstretched hand, which he takes eagerly before smelling your sweet arousal on them and stuffing them in his jacket pocket.

“We ain’t making it to the restaurant if you’re gonna be dressed like this.” Bucky’s hands travel down your sides, admiring every swell and dip of your figure in the tighter fitting dress. He’s practically drooling at this point. “Especially if you don’t wear any panties.” His fingers find your entrance again and as if he never stopped fingering you, you’re right back where you left off, teetering on the edge of pure bliss when this time he inserts three fingers.

The salacious squelch of each thrust is telling of just how wet you are. You grind down on his hand, hips bucking and twisting to find just that right angle where every single nerve is on fire.

“Be a good girl and cum for me - I know you want to.” That’s all you want, to be his good girl, his perfect wife, and give him everything he asks for, including all your orgasms.

And that’s exactly what you do.

Bucky doesn’t relent, fingering you and simultaneously stimulating your clit until your legs start quivering, you’re screaming his name, arching into his broad chest, tugging on his hair and walls fluttering around his fingers.

He looks up at you while you’re coming down from your high as if you hang the stars and the moon in the night sky - like you’re the sun his whole galaxy revolves around.

“Te iubesc [I love you].” Even though your mind is still catching up to reality, you’ve heard this Romanian saying far too often to forget what it means.

“Și eu te iubesc, James [I love you too].” You respond in an imperfect pronunciation, yet a genuinely affectionate smile blooms on Bucky’s face nonetheless. You can feel his smile grow when he places a gentle kiss against your lips.

“As sexy as you look with this dress on…” He starts, fiddling with the straps on your shoulders, trailing gentle kisses down your spine as he lets the soft material of the dress fall to a puddle at your feet. “I prefer you in nothing.”

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[evielmostdefinitely]

i would love if we got to see what the proposal in the garden was like!!!!! <3

bed of roses |young!coriolanus snow x capitol!reader|

prompt: as requested above, coriolanus' proposal to you.

contains: kinda dark/posessive coriolanus. capitol!reader. duke!reader who is a rothschild type. slight oc?? no descriptor but mentions oc names. fluff. nervous coryo.

A simple luncheon. 

That’s what you were told. A Sunday tea with your family and Coriolanus’, just like they did in the Old World. Your Grandmatron had insisted on it, and in classic Duke style, what she said went. The drab chic of Capitol fashion was forgone for the afternoon, opted in for bright frills and patterns that went out of style long before you were born. A classic, still, for Sunday luncheons in spring. Your mother had your dress custom made, a blush pink that stood bright and radiant amongst the shades of soft cyan and muted marigold. 

Coriolanus had arrived in a linen suit, neatly pressed with amber buttons that stood out beautifully against the white suit. You had no doubt Tigris had made it, the telling touch of the cerulean pocket square that mirrored his eyes. 

He seemed tense, when he kissed your cheek in greeting. Chaste and respectable, but his hands felt clammy when they took yours. 

Unbeknownst to you, Coriolanus was feeling the weight of the world sitting at the table. His family’s legacy, his own future crushing on his shoulders. The small ring in his pocket felt like an anchor. Coryo wondered if this is what the tributes felt like, before their name was called, standing at the Reaping, knowing that at any moment their life could change for the better or for the worse. Their fate in someone else’s hands as his was now. 

“Are you alright?” You whispered, leaning into him gently at the table, your hand brushing his thigh under the table. Coryo jumped with surprise, further drawing your suspicions. 

“Yes,” Coryo’s voice was tight, heart lurching in his chest. He turned to you, offering a tight lipped, half smile that was a poor attempt at convincing you. “I’m alright. Just ate a big breakfast.” 

You frowned, but brushed it off when he took your hand in his, squeezing it affectionately under the table. Your body burned, electric with excitement at the intimacy of the action. 

Coriolanus couldn’t seem to swallow down the raging anxieties he felt blooming inside his chest. The nagging fear that you might reject him. 

Of course, he’d asked your father’s permission, elated when Atticus Duke granted it to him. The typhoon had even smiled, given him a half curled lip and a nod. “If you take care of my girl, I’ll take care of you, Snow.” 

Now, his fate lay at your feet. 

The rational side of his mind told him that you loved him. Of course, you loved him. You’d told him that endlessly. In the morning before he’d leave for the lab, or late at night between silk sheets. 

As each second passed, Coriolanus grew more and more anxious. He caught your mother’s eyes, her knowing grin making his blood run cold. She assured him she’d have the garden prepared for this momentous occasion, hiring the whimsical Trinket’s to florist the garden. Bright flowers lining the walkway, lotus floating in the small pond, an archway of pink roses over the gazebo. 

“Mother must be planning a party.” You giggled, your lace gloved hand in Coryo’s, strolling with him through the botanicals. 

Coriolanus stiffened beside you. “Why would you say that, my love?” He tried to sound casual, but still, that demanding cut in his tone lingered still. 

You looked at him, the sun illuminating his features, his hair as bright and light as the rays that blinded your vision. “The flowers.” You motioned towards the freshly planted lilies next to you. “She only ever goes this dramatic when they’re having a celebration of sorts.” 

Coriolanus felt his stomach turn, hoping you couldn’t feel the way his heart skipped. “Perhaps they’re hosting the Reaping party this year?” 

“Mm, perhaps.” Coriolanus nodded, taking a calming breath to soothe his nerves. Pull yourself together, Snow. You’ve worked too hard to piss it away now. Snow lands on top. She is your top. Don’t ruin it now. 

“Would you like to join me?” Coriolanus stepped onto the gazebos stair that bore a fresh coat of paint. His hand extended to your own, a soft smile tugging at his lips when you took his hand. 

“Hm,” Your head titled, looking at the array of roses above the entrance. “That’s odd.” 

Coriolanus’ heart dropped. “What is?” His lungs squeezed, stealing every last breath from him. 

Your eyes met his, brows furrowed with curiosity. “She used roses?” You tilted your head to the side gently. Coryo blinked at you. “Mother never uses roses outside. Says it’s gauche.” You shrugged. 

Coriolanus burned. He’d suggested it when she’d asked. Now, he wondered if it would all be ruined. One tiny slip up, and he’d blown it all. 

“It’s beautiful today.” The small sigh of content you gave stole him from his own worrisome thoughts. Your head tilted back, holding your small head piece so you could bask in the warmth of the sun- rare in the Capitol. 

“It is.” Coryo agreed, stepping beside you. He wondered if your father had somehow managed to pay for the sun to shine. He certainly could afford to. “Nearly as beautiful as you.” He whispered, breath hot on the shell of your ear, leaving you shivering. 

“Coryo,” You blushed, cheeks burning with adorning heat. 

“I mean it.” Coriolanus nodded, a hand sliding over your waist at a respectable placement, yet still affectionate. He knew your family was watching after all. “You always look so radiant. Always manage to steal my breath right from my lungs with your beauty. You have since the first time I laid eyes on you in Twelve.” 

Your chin ducked, hoping to hide the fluster of your cheeks. “You’re being playful, Coryo.” You muttered, eyes cutting up to meet him, hidden by the netting of your fascinator in your hair. 

“I am not.” Coryo shook his head, hand sliding over his pocket, feeling for the ring there. It was now or never, time to face his destiny. “I am entirely serious, my love. You have always managed to captivate me with your beauty, your humor, your kindness.” His hand took yours, pulling you closer to him. 

Your eyes shone when they met him, filled with a lovestruck, glossy gaze. It encouraged him, sending that final surge of confidence to deliver the speech he’d practiced endlessly for weeks now. His tongue felt numb in his own mouth when he said your name, tongue rolling over each syllable as if he wanted to savor each one. 

“There has been no other like you in my life before, and I hope there never will be.” Coriolanus' hand tightened around your waist, pulling you closer to him. “You’re all I’ve ever wanted, all I’ve ever dreamt of, gone far beyond my own imaginations with your perfection.” 

“Coryo,” You choked on your tears, eyes shining with emotion. 

 “Please,” Coryo stepped away, though his hand never left your own. “I could speak forever about how perfect you are to me, and there still would not be enough time to capture how much I adore you.” Coryo paused, leaning forwards to look deeply into your eyes. “How much I love you.” 

Your heart skipped, racing like the wings of a hummingbird when he dropped to one knee. An outdated tradition, sure, but one he knew you cherished. One he knew your family would approve as well. 

“I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” Coriolanus said, hand sliding into his jacket pocket to retrieve the ring, hoping you didn’t see how it shook. “I can’t imagine a life without you. I don’t want to live a life without you. I want you beside me through it all. When I command this entire country, I want you to be there with me.” 

Your tongue swelled, head swimming when you caught a glimpse of the dazzling sapphire ring. Coriolanus’ mother’s ring, you knew that much. He’d mentioned it only a few times in passing. You knew what it meant to him, what she meant to him. 

“I don’t want to be without you ever again.” Coriolanus continued, the ring pinched between his fingers. “I only want you, my petal. So will you do me the greatest honor of my life?” His eyes rounded so sweetly when he asked, a new side of Coryo you’d never experienced. “Will you marry me?” 

Your chest burned, suffocated with tears and emotions that wanted to explode out of you. Your silence made Coryo’s own heart drop, fear filled with damning reality. 

“Yes,” Your voice cut through your thick tears before he could spiral completely. It felt nearly fake, like he’d imagined it. 

Then, you nodded. Head bobbing, uncaring at how the small hair piece shook, sliding through your locks. Coriolanus was sure he was in shock, ears ringing with uncertainty. “Yes?” He whispered. 

Your nod made his shoulders drop with relief, heart beat thundering through his body with aftershock. “Yes,” You croaked, sniffling wetly. “Yes, Coryo. Yes, I-I will marry you.” 

You surprised him next. Overwhelmed with emotion, your hands cupped his face, pulling him in for a sweet, nearly sloppy kiss. Lovesoaked with a powerful emotion that overcame you. Coriolanus faltered, eyes cutting towards the house, burning with embarrassment. It was so improper, and he knew your family was watching him- judging him. 

Coriolanus stood, breaking the kiss, not missing the look of disappointment that flashed for only a moment over your features, before he took your hand. He took his time pulling each finger off the lacy gloves, swallowing a smile at how you shivered with excitement before he slipped the ring onto your finger. It fit perfectly, almost like his mother was giving her own nod of approval to you. 

His lips brushed your knuckles, before you pulled him back into you, a sweet kiss, more respectable this time- appropriate, so he allowed it. Coryo’s chest boasted when he walked back into your family's home, smug at how you showed off your ring proudly, beaming with pure joy at the news. The rest of the afternoon was spent chatting about wedding details, dates and plans, while Coriolanus planned his own. 

Not your wedding- no, he’d leave that to you, but his own future plans. How he’d run Panem, when your father would appoint him, his first actions as President. His own future, out of your hands, and back in his clutches now. 

[kingofpuppets]

elden ring dlc spoilers

since i could not find it transcribed anywhere, here’s what ansbach says about the miquella’s crosses you can report to him

Belurat, Tower Settlement Cross

I abandon here my arm sinistral.

Sir Ansbach: “As suspected, Kindly Miquella has visited the lands which hold the tower. And appears intent on wholly dispossessing himself of his flesh. He must be seeking entrance to the tower of shadow.”

Scaduview Cross

I abandon here my eye.

Sir Ansbach: “I can hardly believe it, he’s divested himself of his very eye… Tender Miquella’s eye is no mere morsel of flesh. It is a vessel of soaring grace. Proof of his Empyrean lineage. I wonder, does Miquella the Kind intend to sever his very birthright? His fate as a child of the Erdtree?”

Cerulean Coast Cross

I abandon here my doubt and vacillation.

Sir Ansbach: “To think there was a cross left in such a faraway place… And that deep purple water lilies would be blooming there. This can only mean Kindly Miquella has divested himself even of that… His adoring other self, his blossom of slumber.”

as far as i know, these are the only three you can report to him before he moves to the storehouse in shadow keep, where you can no longer report to him.

also, because i could not find it transcribed anywhere either,

After the breaking of Miquella’s charm

Sir Ansbach: “Kindly Miquella has discarded his Great Rune. The fog that vexed my aging faculties has been lifted. And follies better left forgotten haunt me once again. Once, in an attempt to free Lord Mohg of his enchantment, I challenged Tender Miquella, only to have my own heart rather artfully stolen. I knew not how weak I was. I believed that with sufficient mastery, even an Empyrean would be within the reach of my blade. I could not have been more mistaken… Miquella the Kind… is a monster. Pure and radiant, he wields love to shrive clean the hearts of men. There is nothing more terrifying.”

If spoken to again: “Righteous Tarnished. Miquella the Kind makes my blood run cold. I am loath to admit it, but even at this very instant I wish to run very far away indeed.”

[pengujoon]

LITTLE EXTRA LOVE

cont. gojo x reader, fluff, more fluff. surprise gone wrong (or did it?), they’re both super hopeless romantics for each other urgh, they kiss at the end. implied living together!au, intentional lowercase

a/n. ugh i need someone to love me rn 

the charming flower shop nestled in the heart of the bustling city was a haven of colors and scents waiting to be explored. as gojo satoru approached, he reached out and gently pushed open the door.

the melodious chime of a small brass bell, hanging just above the door, greeted him with a delicate jingling, as if announcing his arrival to a world of blooms and beauty.

inside the shop, gojo's cerulean blue eye, like the clearest of skies, sparkled with anticipation as he took in the captivating sight of flowers in every imaginable hue. their fragrances intertwined in the air, creating an intoxicating bouquet that teased his senses.

the florist, a knowing smile playing on her lips, greeted him warmly. “good afternoon! what brings you here today?”

gojo winked playfully, leaning in closer. “i’m on a mission to find the most beautiful bouquet. it's a surprise for someone special.”

she chuckled softly, her eyes twinkling. “i see. well, you've come to the right place."

as gojo scanned the myriad of blooms, each one vying for his attention, he couldn't help but confide in the florist. “you know, i want it to be a surprise, a moment she'll never forget.”

the florist nodded in understanding. “how about this one? it's a vibrant mix of sunflowers, roses, and lilies — a bouquet that speaks of love, warmth, and passion.”

gojo's eyes lit up as he examined the bouquet. “perfect, wrap it up!”

as he held the bouquet in his hands, gojo's heart swelled with a mixture of excitement and love. he couldn't help but imagine the way your eyes would light up, the surprise and joy that would dance across your face when you received this unexpected gift. it was a small gesture, yet it carried the weight of his affection, a message of love he longed to convey.

the bouquet was wrapped with meticulous care, its vibrant colors and delicate fragrance preserved for the moment of revelation. gojo's heart danced with anticipation as he made his way to your apartment.

standing before your door, he took a deep breath, gathering his courage. his pulse quickened with every second that ticked by as he rang the doorbell, the sound echoing in the hallway, each chime a note in the symphony of his heart.

the door finally swung open, revealing your radiant presence, bathed in the soft glow of your apartment. the suspense hung in the air, an unspoken question of what lay behind those beautiful eyes of yours.

but before gojo could utter a word, he noticed the bouquet you held in your own hands — a beautiful assortment of flowers that mirrored the ones he had chosen. it was a twist of fate, a delightful surprise that neither of you could have anticipated.

surprise painted your features, and your eyes met his, wide with amazement. it was a moment of delightful synchrony, two hearts thinking of the same beautiful surprise.

gojo couldn't help but smirk, his voice filled with playful charm. “well, well, it seems we're on the same wavelength, my love.”

your laughter, like the sweetest melody, joined his. you stepped closer, a soft blush gracing your cheeks as you admitted, “i guess so.”

as you both stood there, surrounded by the fragrance of flowers and the warmth of each other's presence, gojo couldn't resist teasing you further. “so, what's the occasion? did i miss something important?”

you rolled your eyes, a playful glint in them. “no, no, it's not an anniversary or anything like that. i just thought you could use a little extra love today.”

gojo's smirk softened into a genuine smile. “well, you certainly know how to make a guy feel special. you know, i was planning to make this evening special too,” he chuckled.

gojo's hand found its way to the small of your back, his touch gentle yet possessive. his eyes, the color of a deep, endless ocean, held an intensity that spoke volumes of his affection. In the quiet of the evening, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you to bask in the glow of your love.

he leaned in slowly, his lips drawing nearer to yours. every moment felt like an eternity, as if time itself had slowed to savor this exquisite connection between your hearts. your eyes fluttered closed in anticipation, the world around you melting into a blur of colors and sensations.

then, as his lips met yours, it was as if the universe itself held its breath. the kiss was a gentle exploration, a soft and lingering promise of love and devotion. his lips were warm and velvety against yours, moving in perfect harmony with the rhythm of your heartbeats.

there was no rush, no urgency — only a profound, wordless exchange of emotions. it was a kiss that spoke of trust, of a deep and abiding connection that transcended the physical. in that moment, you were enveloped in a cocoon of tenderness, a sanctuary of love that existed solely for the two of you.

you opened your eyes to meet his, finding within them a reflection of the profound love that had blossomed between you. as your gazed locked, gojo's hand gently rested on your waist, pulling you closer to him. with a soft smile, gojo whispered words of affection that hung in the air like the sweetest melody, a promise of an enduring love that would forever light the path of your shared journey.

went out with my best friend a few days ago to celebrate his birthday! when I saw people buying flowers for their partners I knew I had to write this story

funfact did you know I forgot to attend my graduation yesterday and instead I started bungou stray dogs ㅠㅠ

[thehighpriestess1]

August : 10

Summary : Fate plays a cruel joke on Gojo Satoru. A new woman in his life gives him hope for love.

Pairing : Gojo x oc, Gojo x y/n

Genre : angst

Word count : 10k+

Warning : angst. Mention of killing and guns.

Masterlist : Previous

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Gojo hummed to himself as he stirred the pasta in the pan. It was date night and you had decided on staying in. Gojo didn’t mind. He enjoyed the intimacy of at-home dates. After everything the two of you had gone through, Gojo just couldn’t get enough of his time with you. 

“Y/n! Dinner’s ready!”. He called out for you and turned off the stove. He took out two cerulean ceramic plates and poured the pasta in each one. He hummed in satisfaction as he added his finishing touches to the dish. He carried the plates over to the dining table and placed them carefully. Two glasses of red wine. Two glasses of water. One candle and One bouquet of lilies. 

“Y/n! Dinner-”. Gojo was about to call out again but stopped and smiled to himself when he saw you walk in the dining room in your pretty blue dress. “You look beautiful”. Gojo said, standing at his side of the table.

You smiled and took your seat opposite to his’. Gojo sat down and took a sip of his wine. “Let me warn you love, you are going to fall for me again after you eat that pasta”. Gojo chuckled and twirled his fork in the orange dish.

“Don’t go. Not today. Please”. Your sweet voice rang in his ear. 

Gojo froze in his seat. “What are you talking about? I’m not going anywhere”. He mumbled. Tears blurred his vision and he wiped them with the back of his hand and continued to twirl his fork. He looked up at you, sitting still, your food untouched, wine untouched, glass of water untouched. You smiled at him, your sweet smile that could calm down the strongest of storms. “Don’t go. Not today. Please”. You didn’t open your mouth and yet Gojo could hear you.

“Y/n…”.

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 “Don’t go. Not today. Please”

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“You’re not here, are you?”. Gojo asked, stiff in his seat with a sad smile on his face. You shook your head. You reached for his hand across the table and Gojo saw the missing ring on your finger. Gojo gulped painfully, he didn’t feel your touch and yet he knew how it felt. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry”. He mumbled more to himself than to you. “I…”. He gasped for breath. “I love you.. You know that right?”. 

You nodded your head. 

Gojo threw his head back and closed his eyes. The pain in his chest spread to the rest of his body. He sobbed until he struggled to breath. He was too afraid of opening his eyes, too afraid that when he would open his eyes you wouldn’t be here and he would be back in the world without you. 

“I shouldn’t have left that day! God y/n I’m so sorry! I shouldn’t have left you!”. He yelled and scrunched his eyes shut until it hurt but he didn’t open them. 

“Master Gojo”. 

Gojo could hear someone calling him out. He felt dizzy and spaced out.

“Master Gojo, are you alright?”.

Gojo could feel someone shaking him. He opened his slowly and immediately closed them when the harsh morning light shone bright on his face. He let out a shaky breath and straightened up painfully. His back hurt, his throat hurt, his body hurt. 

“Jerry?”. He croaked.

“Yes. Sir. Are you okay?”. 

Gojo sat back up straight with a scrunched up face and realized he had fallen asleep at the table. The first thing he did was not to look at Jerry or even acknowledge him, he looked at the chair across the table, empty. The wine glass untouched. The food, cold and just as Gojo had presented it. He turned towards Jerry and sighed, his shoulders slumped.

But Jerry knew. He had been Gojo’s butler for the last 8 years and had painfully noticed the change in his master in the last four months. Whatever it was that happened, changed Gojo forever. Though he didn’t know how to help, he was going to stay by his side.

“Sir, let’s get you to bed”. Jerry took a step around the chair to help Gojo stand up but Gojo refused. “I’m fine. Just … make me some coffee. I have to go to work”. Gojo stood up with the support of the table and sighed as he felt his muscles tense. 

“Are you sure, Sir?”.

“Yes, Jerry”. Gojo said and walked away to the direction of his bedroom with a blank look on his face.

A lot has happened in the past months. Gojo group had taken over the control of Kyoto after exposing Utahime’s betrayal. Utahime was out of his life and her family had moved her to China and Gojo couldn’t care less about it.

It had taken him a month to track down Naoay Zenin. A month of sleepless nights but when Naoya Zenin was on his knees in front of Gojo, Gojo felt like a god. Naoya begged and Gojo laughed. Naoya cried and Gojo laughed. Naoya screamed and Gojo laughed. Till his last breath he denied killing you. He denied ever seeing you that night. But it was all a lie wasn’t it? Gojo was in utter disbelief that someone could lie even on their death bed. But if Naoya didn’t kill you and Hiro didn’t either then why were you not by his side? Hiro was dead and now it was Naoya’s turn to join him. As Gojo pointed his gun to Naoya’s forehead,he smiled. “For love”. 

Gojo stood under the shower. The cold water cascading down his chiseled body soothed him. Gojo didn’t know how or when these episodes happened. He didn’t know how he stepped out of reality and into the world where you were there. Maybe it was purgatory, maybe you were stuck in the space between life and death and occasionally he too stepped into it. Geto had told him to consult a therapist but Gojo didn’t want to be cured. No. He was too scared of not seeing you again. Even if it brought immense pain, even if it was just for a moment, even if it meant living with a heavy heart, Gojo wanted to see you. 

With the head of Zenin clan gone, Gojo clan became the most powerful clan in the country. There was no competetion. Gojo became the king of the underworld. People trembled in fear as he walked past them, they would bow and kiss his ring in the name of loyalty. His one glare would send a clear message across the country.  He had won the war, but at what cost….

The world held no colour for him. Everything was in grey scale except for a few flashes of red. His heart froze that winter and there was no warmth left in his body anymore. He rarely smiled and when he did it never reached his eyes. Some pitied him. Some gloated. But nobody could comprehend the ache in his body. They sang his praises but it fell on deaf ears. They praised his looks but no one looked at him the way he wanted to be looked at. People looked at him with fear, hatred, pity, sympathy and those that looked with love only wanted his power. He wanted to be looked at like he was human, like his life was not a waste.

He had moved out of his old house and into one of the main mansions of the Gojo clan. He was their leader now. He had duties that needed to be fulfilled. He wished to be selfish for a moment and finally join you in your world, but someone like him, could afford the finest of finer things in life but couldn’t afford death. 

Gojo stepped out of the shower with  his towel wrapped around his waist. The same blank expression on his face. People who met him often told tales of  meeting the ice prince. No one could tell if he was happy, angry, or sad. He was just Gojo Satoru. He looked at the breakfast tray that Jerry had kept on his nightstand. Rice, Miso soup, tamagoyaki and coffee. Even though he hadn’t eaten anything since last night he didn’t have an appetite. He picked up the coffee mug and walked towards his walk-in wardrobe. The room in itself was scant except for a book and photo frame on the nightstand. If Gojo was to never return here, no one would be able to tell if it was ever inhabited. Everything from his bed to curtains to the carpet on the floor and the doors was white. It emanated an ironic zen like feeling 

His wardrobe, once consisting of the most in-trend exclusive pieces, was now reduced to dull suits in shades of gray blue and black. Gojo sighed and picked out the first set he saw, a deep blue Zegna. He had one rule, no Tie. The first time he tried to fix his tie after that day he ended up having a complete breakdown and was eventually forced to rest by Geto. Ever since then nobody ever saw Gojo Satoru wear a tie. His life was split into two, somedays he worked as the head of the Gojo group, attended meetings, office events, charity balls and other days he was the head of Gojo clan, where he would meet with his trusted men to secure the position of the clan, listened to the problems that would take forever to solve the legal way, helped those who asked him for help, and punished those who crossed him. But if you were to ask him if he enjoyed any of the worlds he would look at you blankly and walk away. He didn’t remember what joy felt like anymore. Everyday was a chore, every breath was a chore. 

He walked over, sipping the last of his coffee,to the counter with a glass table-top showcasing all of his watches and rings. He slipped on his clan ring in his little finger of right hand and his Rolex Cosmograph Daytona watch in his left. The yellow gold rim of the watch paired beautifully with his yellow cufflinks with Gojo clan insignia.

The other side of the wardrobe, the hers in the matching set, was filled with couture gowns, skirts, dresses, pants, shirts, cardigans, jewelry from Cartier to Harry Winston laid out beautifully in glass top counters, a separate wall dedicated to bags from Goyard to Hermes. Gojo hardly visited this side of the wardrobe, everytime his eyes fell on a piece of jewelry or bag or clothing he would immediately imagine it on you. If he liked what he saw, which he did most of the time, then that item would be found on this side of the closet within a week. There was no logical explanation to why he did this, maybe a part of him hoped that one day the gods would grant him one wish and he would wish for you.

Today Gojo Satoru stood on your side of the wardrobe, staring blankly at the jewelry. But he wasn’t admiring the collection, No, he didn’t even remember buying half of it. His eyes were set on the ring in the center. Sitting beautifully in its velvet box. Gojo opened the glass top and picked up the box. His heart skipped a beat just looking at it.

He still remembered walking through the burnt down mansion. Hoping to find you, screaming out your name. He had spent that entire night looking for any trace of you.It snowed that night for a while but that didn’t stop him. When the first morning rays hit the snowy fields, that’s when this caught his eye. Shining brightly amongst the gray ashes, glinting in the sunlight, your last remnant. Gojo remembered falling to his knees as he picked it up and holding it close to his heart. He didn’t remember much after that because when he opened his eyes he was in a hospital and the ring was safe in his pocket. 

Gojo brought the box up to his lips and placed a soft kiss on the diamond. “Good Morning”. He whispered and kissed it again. 

-X-

Geto was waiting inside Gojo’s office. He had been taking care of most of the things after the incident. He didn’t complain. He was happy to help his friend. But there were days when he felt like cursing you too. But he knew it wasn’t your fault. You had been the one to suffer the most at no fault of your own. If only he had been more careful, if only he had reached you on time. So many what ifs…

Gojo had become distant after that. There was an invisible force field around him which kept everyone at a distance, physically and emotionally. Everytime Geto asked him about his health Gojo would simply smile and give him a curt answer, “I am stronger than you think”. Geto would chuckle and drop the subject. Though Gojo hid it pretty well from others, Geto could see his eyes drifting to an empty corner in the room. That’s when he knew Gojo was not in the world at the moment. He didn’t believe in ghosts so when Gojo told him that he could see you Geto knew that was the result of the deep rooted guilt. When he had asked Gojo to see a therapist, Gojo asked him, “Would you want to stop seeing Shoko if you were in my shoes?”. Geto wanted to lie and tell him “Yes”. But he  couldn’t. 

“Ah! You’re here already Suguru!”. Gojo smiled as he walked through the door. But his best friend could see the tough night visible on his face. Geto smiled and put out his cigarette.

“I have a surprise for you”. Geto winked at him.

“And what would that be?”. Gojo asked as he plopped down on the couch in front of him.

“Your new assistant”.

“Assistant?”. Gojo raised a brow.

“More like a personal assistant”. Geto smirked.

Gojo sighed. “I know what you’re doing and I appreciate the help but I am fine”.

“So nothing happened last night?”. Geto asked with a hint of sarcasm.

“No. I had my dinner and I fell asleep”.

Geto hummed and for a second Gojo thought he believed him.

“So..Jerry was lying?”. Geto bit his lower lip to control his smile.

Gojo scoffed and then groaned. “Jerry!”.

“We care about you Satoru. I am not asking you to move on..I am just..”. Geto trailed off thinking for a better word.

“Just what?”. Gojo prompted.

“Just…distract yourself. Meet her once. She is smart, beautiful and loyal”.

“The last thing I want right now is to be distracted”.

“Fine then!. She will help you move on. Does that help?”. Geto, a generally calm man, was losing his patience. It was frustrating trying to help someone who needs it but wouldn’t accept it.

“What if I don’t want to move on?”. Gojo didn’t understand what was so bad about living with a ghost. He didn’t complain then why was everyone trying to get him out of it? He was happy. He was in pain but he was happy.

“She would want you to move on”. Geto didn’t want to play this card but the dark circles under Gojo’s eyes were growing with each passing day and Geto didn’t want to lose his bestfriend.

“Don’t..”. Gojo's voice croaked. “Don’t bring her into this. She is not here. You don’t know what she wants”.

“You’re right. She is not here but I know she would want you to be happy and healthy”.

“I don’t need to move on to be happy and healthy Suguru”.

Geto got up. “Fine then! Can’t you see that I am trying to help you! We all are! I know it hurts Satoru but she is gone. She is not here. Someday..”. Geto swallowed painfully. “..you will meet her Satoru but you don’t have to kill yourself everyday for that..Do whatever the fuck you want. I’m done”. He picked up his jacket and walked towards the door but Gojo got up and stopped him. 

Gojo knew he was hard to deal with and he was grateful to have a friend like Geto by his side. Geto was the only person in this world Gojo could trust and it hurt him to see his friend suffer because of him. “Fine I…I will meet her. What’s her name?”.

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Geto stopped. Turned around. Smiled.“Yuri”.

As soon as Geto had left the room Gojo groaned loudly. He stared blankly at the ceiling, scared that he might move on. He understood Geto’s concern but how could he just…move on? He picked up his phone and called a distant relative.

Yuta was one of the few Gojo trusted anymore. Though a distant relative he now worked closely with Gojo, much to others annoyance. 

“Hello?”. He picked up on the second ring. 

“Any news?”. Gojo spoke coldly.

There was silence. Gojo would call Yuta everyday and ask the same question and Yuta had to disappoint him everyday. “No”. He spoke, sympathetically. He could hear Gojo sigh on the other end. 

“Okay”. Gojo spoke and cut the call. 

Yuta kept the phone back in his pocket and stared at the men awaiting his orders. “Do you have her photo?”. He asked.

“Yes sir!”. The men spoke in union.

“Her name?”.

“Yes sir!”. 

“Good”. Yuta nodded.

Yuta and his men had been assigned a secret mission by Gojo. To find you. Over the past months they had combed through Tokyo, Osaka and Yokohama and today they stood in Sendai. From what Yuta had heard, you were dead. But apparently no body was found. He wondered if this was the reason Gojo was looking for a dead woman? It was none of his business. If Gojo had asked him to look for you then he was going to do it.

Gojo knew it was ridiculous to think that you were alive. But he wanted to look for you, one last time, just to be sure. Nobody except Gojo and Yuta knew about the mission. He did think of asking Geto for help but didn’t want to seem crazier than he already did. He hoped that one day Yuta would say “yes” and that day he would run to you as fast as he could. But for now he had to deal with whoever this Yuri was.

-X-

It had been two days since Geto told Gojo about Yuri and it had been two days since Gojo last saw you. Gojo didn’t think about it and somewhere wished that whoever this Yuri was, never shows up. But on the third morning when Gojo groggily opened his eyes, he saw a woman standing in his room. He smiled to himself thinking you had finally come back but when the fog cleared he realized that it wasn’t. It was someone else, black hair, wide eyes, plump pink lips. Gojo frowned and got up immediately, the cover sliding off his torso revealing his scarred but chiseled body to the woman in front. 

“Who are you?!”. Gojo demanded.

“I..I am ..Yuri”. She spoke hesitantly. Yuri stared at the startled man. The sunlight reflected off of every inch of his skin. His arctic white disheveled hair covered half of his forehead but it added immensely to his charm. His blue eyes glinted like it held all the answers she was looking for. She was well aware of who he was. Gojo Satoru. The ice prince of the Japanese underworld. When Geto had told her about her job as his personal secretary, she was hesitant to work with him given his cold reputation. But now that she was standing in front of him she knew that she was going to do her best to occupy the empty space in his heart. 

“Hello?”. Gojo called out and Yuri snapped out of her trance. 

“Yes. Sorry. Geto sent me”.

“I know that. I asked , why are you here in my bedroom?”. Gojo got out and made his way towards the bathroom. Yuri realized just how tall and broad he was. 

“I..I came to wake you up”.

Gojo stopped and turned around with a confused look on his face. 

“It is one of my duties as your personal assistant..sir”. Yuri spoke, a bit more confident than before.

“Get out. I need to get ready. I don’t need a babysitter”. 

“But..”. Yuri tried protesting but Gojo cut her off.

“Look Yuri, I understand that you are…my personal assistant but I don’t need you to wake me up. You can go and wait for me in the dining room. Okay?”. 

“Yes”. Yuri stood and watched the bathroom close. She smiled to herself. This was the first time he said her name and she felt like her name had a whole new meaning. She made her way to the dining room, blushing like a new bride. She had flirted and seduced many men but had never felt this way. She knew that she wasn’t the one in control here, he was. 

“Let’s go”. Gojo said, walking into the dining room to only grab his coffee. 

“Are you not going to eat  breakfast?”. Yuri asked, standing on the other side of the table.

“No”.

“But I made breakfast”.

Gojo stopped in his tracks and stared at her. His coffee lingering on his lips. “You did what?”.

“I know you don’t generally eat breakfast so I made something light. You should eat before you leave”.

Gojo stared at her and then at the simple toast and eggs on the table. He sighed thinking about what Geto had told him. He looked at her innocent face and knew that if he refused he would be bombarded with questions from Geto. “Fine. Let’s eat. But next time just ask me”.

“Okay”.

Thus began an unlikely friendship that even Gojo hadn’t expected. Yuri became more than his personal assistant over the course of the next few months. They had their meals together, attended meetings together and on rare occasions when Gojo was free they would often go out. But neither of them put a tag on it. Gojo didn’t want to and Yuri was just too scared that if she brought it up he would just run away. She was okay being his safe space. She occasionally saw Gojo staring blankly at a very specific ring and though it hurt her she knew that the dead was not a competition. You weren’t here, she was. You were a ghost whom Gojo couldn’t touch or hold and she could hold him whenever she wanted. 

Gojo had started to feel normal. Yuri was a good addition in his life and once again he was thankful to Geto. Yuri was nice. Yuri was kind. Yuri was beautiful. But Yuri wasn’t you. Which is why no matter how hard she would try, at night Gojo would prefer to sleep alone. The thought of touching any woman who wasn’t you made bile rise up in his throat. For the first two months Gojo felt guilty for even talking to her, he felt like he was cheating on you, betraying you. He stopped seeing you and it hurt him even more. At times he would forcefully stay awake and drink till the daylight hoping that in his dazed state you would come and sit next to him. 

But then when the morning came, he would have breakfast with Yuri. Was this what people called moving on? He would often look at Yuri when she would be giving orders to men, she was different from you. You were gentle, kind,soft, you would never order people around or put a gun to their head for not doing a job properly. Yuri would. Yuri did. She didn’t hesitate to pull the trigger for Gojo and Gojo liked this trait of hers’. Behind the innocent face was a fierce woman whom he had begun to admire. At times Gojo would go weeks without thinking about you but then it would hit him like a tidal wave and he would be back to square one. That’s when Yuri would force him to spend the day outside instead of brooding in his room. It was hard to convince Gojo Satoru but it seemed like there was one woman who had mastered that art.

On your birthday Gojo sat in his room all day, on the floor with a cake and candles, hoping to see you…but you didn’t show up. Maybe it was over for good, he thought to himself. It had been 6..7 months? Gojo chuckled, staring at the cake. He picked up the icing on his index finger and brought it to his lips. “Happy Birthday love”. He said to himself. “I won’t forget you. Even if you don’t show up”.

Gojo squeezed his eyes shut and leaned back against the bed. Tears rolled down the side of his face and the ache in his heart spread. He knew that he could celebrate all the birthdays he wanted but you will always be the same age. He could still see your face clearly, asking him to stay and he didn’t! He let out broken sobs as he thought about that day. His lungs burned and he felt like he couldn’t breathe anymore. He clasped his chest and leaned forward as he tried to breathe but he couldn’t. Gojo opened his eyes but he couldn’t see anything clearly. All he could see was the balcony in front, windows open, white curtains swaying with the wind. He got up with the support of the bed. His breath was still ragged and his lungs hurt but he wasn’t bothered about it anymore because soon it will all be okay. He walked past the cake, walked past the coffee table in the corner, walked past the curtains and the window and stood barefoot on the balcony. The railing reached just past his naval. He gripped the cold metal edge of the railing and took a deep breath. He wasn’t scared. He was happy. Happy that he was finally selfish enough to do what he had been wanting to do for a long time. Did he really deserve to live if he caused your death? Did he really deserve to see the seasons changed when you were stuck in the same season? Did he really deserve to feel the wind on his face if he couldn’t feel your touch anymore?....No.  Another deep breath with a smile on his face. He didn’t think about Geto, He didn’t think about Shoko, He didn’t think about his damned clan. All he thought was that in a few seconds he would see you, hold you and the two of you would start a new life on the other side. Gojo swayed gently to give himself enough inertia, 5..4..3..2..

“Satoru!”. Someone screamed. 

Gojo froze and turned his head back around to see a woman standing in his room…”Yuri?”.

Yuri ran towards Gojo and wrapped her arms around his torso. “No..Please no”. She whispered into his back. 

“Let me go”. Gojo spoke calmly. With a hypnotized expression on his face.

“No. I won’t. Please”. Yuri’s own mind was racing. 

Gojo turned around and unclasped her hand, pushing her away from him. “I told you not to come here!”. He spoke sternly. Anger rises inside him slowly and steadily. 

Yuri looked up at him in disbelief. “Please…”. She whimpered.

Gojo sighed. He turned around and looked down. If she hadn’t come then he’d be down there by now. “Why do you care? How does it matter whether I live or not? What use is this life if I…I have no one with me”. Gojo sobbed.

“You’re not alone Satoru..”. Yuri took a careful step towards him and wrapped her arm around his bicep. She looked up at him, “You have Suguru, Shoko and…I don’t know if it matters but you have me. We all need you in our life. You matter to us”.

Gojo stayed silent. Knowing that whatever he says now will only seem selfish in front of her logic.

“I know it’s hard to live without love. Which is why I can’t let you go”. Yuri pressed her forehead against his arm.

Gojo looked down at her and wondered..

“I..I love you Satoru. Even if you don’t. I will stay by your side in life or death. So please..please let me fulfill my duty”.Yuri looked into his eyes, eyes that held so much sadness, eyes that she fell in love with. “Please Satoru”.

Gojo sighed and stepped away from the railing. He knew he could never fall in love and yet…he wanted to be loved…

Gojo let Yuri sleep next to him that night. He didn’t hold her. He didn’t ask her to hold him either. It just felt nice to not be all alone in bed. 

Gojo and Yuri had become a dangerous duo. His lack of care for anyone and her sadistic behavior blended perfectly to create a partnership that made people shiver miles away. Yuri could do anything she wanted now. SHe had Gojo Satoru in her palms. She could kill, torture ,hurt anyone she wanted. It was a normal occurrence for Gojo to walk into the office and see someone begging on their knees in front of Yuri. He was accustomed to their bleeding faces and broken cries. Every face looked the same to him. Every cry and plea sounded the same to him. They would often cry out to him as he passed by but Yuri would just cackle in her seat knowing well that it was a waste. Gojo wouldn’t look down and walk by as if the person kneeling on the carpeted floor didn’t exist. Yuri’s ambition grew with each passing day. She came to be known as the woman who kills for Gojo Satoru. Everyone from Gojo’s office staff to people in his clan and even his house staff were scared of Yuri. They wouldn’t dare look her in the eyes and would often bow their heads down when she passed by. 

Yuri threw the dinner cooked for her on Jerry’s face because she didn’t like it. Yuri made the maid who was scared of dogs walk her two Dobbermen. Yuri slapped the guard who opened the car door for her because his tie was a little off. Yuri slapped another house help right across the face because she was wearing lipstick. “Are you trying to seduce my Satoru? You whore!”. Yuri screamed in her face. Everyone everywhere lived with fear. 

Of course she never did any of that in front of Gojo. She would often mock the people she hurt.”You think Gojo would believe you? Over me?”. She would laugh in their faces. 

“Can I do it? Please please please?”. Yuri pouted and tugged at Gojo’s arm.

Gojo sighed. The idea was a bit…crazy. Yuri had proposed what would soon be known as 10 days of hell. According to Yuri, if a person owed Gojo group 100,000$ and couldn’t pay it back then all he had to do was go through the 10 days of mental and physical torture where he would be paid 10,000$ each day. If he/she gave up half way then his next of kin would take his place. 

Gojo couldn’t care less about 100,000$ so he agreed. “Do whatever you want”. 

-X-

You drove with stinging eyes until you reached a small village. It had begun to snow and there was an eerie silence when you got out of the car. Your teeth clattered and your body shivered. You had to decide now and you had to decide fast. They could be onto you now. To be honest you didn’t know who you were running away from, Gojo or Naoya or Both. You had to think straight. First things first, the car. You had to do something about it. Was it registered under Hiro’s name? You were not sure. You got back in and drove the car further down the road. There was a pit stop with an empty parking lot. This was your chance. You slid in the back seat and unzipped the duffle bag. It had a few pieces of clothing that you had packed. You pulled out your jacket and wore it on top, next you took out the scarf and wrapped it around your neck in a way that it covered everything below your eyes. But there was something else there too. An envelope, a large one. You didn’t remember packing it, perhaps Hiro put it there? 

You took the brown envelope out, it was heavy in your hand. You opened it and the moment you saw its contents you let out a gasp. You immediately put the bag down and placed the envelope on the seat and started taking out its contents. A bundle of cash. How much? You didn’t know but it was enough to survive for a few months in the countryside. Next an id. Your id. Fake id. You stared at the plastic card in your hand. It was your photo. Different date of birth. Different address. You weren’t y/n l/n anymore. You were Hana Sato. Did Hiro do all of this? There was a folded piece of paper and you pulled it out.

Hi y/n. 

If you are reading this then it means that you made it. I don’t know where to start but I want you to know that I never meant to involve you in all of this. Had I known that things would turn out the way they did, I would have never agreed to all of this. I am sorry for all the hurt I have caused you. I hope you start a new life, fall in love and have a family of your own. You deserve better than this but this is all I can give you now. 

Thank you y/n for taking care of me when I got sick, thank you for caring about me when no one did. I was blind with revenge and I believed that there was no good left in this world but then you came here to save me. I didn’t deserve it. I don’t have the courage you do. I don’t have the kindness you do. Even though I am longer in this world I will always be with you. Thank you for saving my soul. 

I wish I could continue to live as Hiro and not Johichiro but my destiny was written long ago. I want you to write your own.

There is a lighter in the envelope and I want you to burn this letter. Remember me as your friend y/n, okay?

I love you,

Your friend,

Hiro.

You held the letter in your hand and cried over it, you shrank within yourself and wept. You mourned the death of your friend. You mourned the death of y/n l/n. You mourned the loss of a lover. You yelled and cried until your head hurt. You gasped for air as you leaned back against the seat gasping for air.Your hair stuck to your forehead you face burned. You wanted to crawl back in your old life but you knew that it was long gone. There was so much to do but god you wished you could just stay here. No. This was not the time to be weak. You sniffled and wiped the tears off your face. The snow had started to collect on the windows and you had to get moving. 

You flipped the envelope and let all the remaining contents fall out. You chuckled when you saw scissors and hair dye. Hiro planned too much. But that was typical of him. A burner phone. A lighter. An empty ziplock bag. You put everything back in the envelope and made your way towards the pay and use restroom. It was empty at this time around. You stepped inside the bathroom and locked the door behind you.First things first,  You wet your hair with the cold water, spread tissues on the counter, and got to work. You had cut your hair before, just trimming it a few inches from the bottom but now you completely let go of your previous length and cut it so that it was half an inch above your shoulders. You had never had bangs before, but now you cut them so that the bangs fell just above your eyebrows. You stared at yourself in the mirror. There was no way anyone would recognize you now. You hardly recognized yourself. Next you had to color your hair. You pulled out the box dye and began prepping the color. There was an urgency in your movement, even though you had locked the door you kept on glancing towards it every few seconds. After what seemed like an eternity but had just been 45 minutes you washed your hair in the sink. When you stood back up, your hair was a dark copper shade.But it was wet. “Fuck”. You muttered under your breath. You started looking around frantically for something, anything to help you..and then you saw it. The hand dryer mounted on the wall. You didn’t have to dry your hair completely, just enough so that it doesn’t arouse suspicion. So there you were, bending under the hand dryer, drying your hair. Once it was done you ran your hand through your hair to comb it. You stared at the woman in the mirror. “My name is Sato Hana”.

By the time you cleaned and stopped out of the bathroom, the sun had started to shine. You looked down at your left hand. There was a line where your ring used to be. You wondered where it was now. You walked across the parking lot towards the car keeping your head down and covered.

“Excuse me ma’am”. Someone called out from behind you. You stopped in your tracks and turned half way peep over your shoulder.

“Yes?”.

“Have you seen a woman around here? About your height, long hair..she looks like this”. The man in the black leather jacket held his phone up to your face. You brought the scarf over your nose and squinted to see, it was your photo. You stared at it for a few seconds and then back at the man. 

“No I haven’t”. You straightened up and turned away to walk towards your car which was a few feet away. You heard the man curse under his breath and took a deep breath to calm yourself down. 

“Can I see your id?”. The man jogged up to your side and stood in between you and the car.

“Who are you?”. You asked. Pretending to be offended. 

“I am from Tokyo PD” The man held up his badge this time. 

You bit your lip nervously and took your new id out and handed it to him. He looked at the id and the back at you and then at the id again.

“Sato Hana”.

“Yes”.

The man kept on staring at the id and then let out a sigh and handed it back to you. “You can go”. He said and flashed an apologetic smile. 

You got into the car as calmly as calmly as you could and began driving away. You saw another man run up to the man who stopped you and both of them get into a blacked out suv. You stopped your car and pretended to look for something in your purse to see which direction they would go in. Their car took the turn and started driving ahead. You cursed under your breath. You can’t risk going ahead and bumping into them again. You had to turn back. 

You turned on your burner phone and saw that it already had a message. An address. Itadori farms.

-X-

“Why haven’t we started the construction of the new factory?”. Gojo asked irritably. He was frustrated. “If you are incapable of acquiring a few farms then quit!”. He threw the file in the air and the two men flinched. 

“Sir we are trying but-’

“But what?! The construction should have started today and yet here we are still negotiating with the farmers!”.

“Ss-sir all of them have agreed except one”. 

Gojo scoffed. “Do we need their land? Is there any way we could work around it?”.

“No sir. Their land is right in the middle of our plan”.

Gojo rubbed his forehead. HIs headache had been persistent for over a week. Yuri observed Gojo from the corner of the room. She had been painting her nails red when these two imbeciles walked in and now she was watching them with half painted nails. She knew the true reason behind Gojo’s irritation. It wasn’t that measly piece of land. It was because your death anniversary was a few weeks away. She was happy that maybe ..finally Gojo would put you to rest. She had spent countless nights next to him and she had heard him utter your name countless times in his sleep. It hurt her, pierced her heart, made her cry silently but each time she would remind herself that you were dead. Long gone. Out of the picture. 

She sighed and stood up “I will handle it Satoru”. 

“What do they do?”. He asked, ignoring Yuri’s volunteer efforts.

“Sir, they are an old couple who are raising their grandson. They own a small piece of land and operate a snack bar from their house”.

“Anyone else in the family?”. Gojo asked. He felt a pang of guilt thinking about harassing an old couple.

“No Sir. But they have a tenant who helps around the snack bar”.

Gojo hummed “Ok. Leave now and get the car read”. and sat back in the chair.

“Satoru I-”.

Gojo raised his hand and Yuri understood. “I will deal with them myself”. Gojo declared, staring at a distance. If it was an old couple then he couldn’t risk letting Yuri handle it. Moreover he really needed some fresh air.

“Can I come with you then?”. Yuri asked in a honeyed voice.

“No. I want to be alone for a while”. 

Yuri jogged up to where Gojo was sitting and sat in his lap, draping her arms around his neck. “Please”. She tilted her head and pouted. Gojo didn’t look at her but that didn’t bother her. He often didn’t look at her and she was accustomed to it. 

“No. Get off”. He patted her hip and yuri got off with a pressed smile.

-X-

It had almost been a year since you waddled in the snack bar, copper color droplets rolling down your neck, a bag full of your past, shaking and shivering in the cold. You wondered why Hiro picked this place. 

“Can I help you?”. An old woman had asked you as she walked from behind the counter.

“I..I..”. Your teeth were chattering and your face was drained of any color. 

“Come, Sit down”. She had offered you warm food and tea before she could ask about you. It was unlikely to see a new face in this village but Mrs.Itadori was expecting you. “Are you..hana?”. She asked as you took the first sip of your tea. You nodded and she smiled. You later found out thatJoichiro grew up in this village. He had no family, only an older brother who had died in an accident, except you knew that it was no accident. Hiro had told Mrs.Itadori about a friend of his who was running away from her toxic family and needed a place to stay. Not a complete lie but not the whole truth either. But you had a roof over your head and after a really long time you were part of a family.  

But about six months into your stay you sat down with the couple and told them the truth. You didn’t want to lie to them. Not after everything they had done for you. You had kept your bags packed, half expecting to be kicked out but to your surprise they simply smiled and patted your head gently. You started sobbing at their act of kindness but Mrs.itadori got up and hugged you and comforted you. Maybe this is what it felt like to have a family. Her grandson, Yuji, saw you sobbing and waddled over to hand you his favorite dinosaur plushie. You chuckled and accepted his gesture too. You liked this life. Simple life. Happy Family. Every morning you would get up at 5:00 AM and make breakfast for yourself and the couple. Mrs.itadori would start preparing dishes for the snackbar, you would drop Yuji to school and Mr.Itadori would go to their farm to check on the vegetables. All three of you would gather in the kitchen where Mr.Itadori would help his wife with the cooking while you handled the store front. Then after lunch you would go and pick Yuji from the school and on the way back both of you would have chocolate milk at 7-Eleven. By nightfall, you and Mr.Itadori would clean the store front and Mrs.Itador would close the kitchen. During Summer, the three of you would sit in the backyard and enjoy the cool milk tea while Yuji tried his best to catch a dragonfly with his net. Though you refused, the couple insisted on paying you but refused to charge you for rent. 

Their house was right above, a three storied building where you occupied the uppermost room. A staircase ran along the side of the building, leading up to your door. Though you could access the entire house from inside, the couple handed you the key for the outer door so you could have your privacy. You chuckled at their suggestion but thanked them for the offer.

You felt like you could finally breathe. You had started to smile, to eat, to take care of yourself and sleep peacefully. You felt like you had everything except..love. Sometimes you stared at your hand and wondered if Gojo had ever found the ring. You wondered if he ever thought about you. Was he happy? Was he healthy? Had he moved on? Is he still looking for you? During your bad nights you had nightmares, Hiro on the ground, Gojo pointing his gun at him. You would wake up and stay up the whole night in your bed. You didn’t know who was right or wrong. Hiro lied. Gojo lied. Hiro killed. Gojo killed. Hiro was dead…You remember that when the spring came you buried the Hiro's burnt letter near the rose plant and prayed for him. It was the only burial you could give him.

You would ask yourself if you could ever forgive Gojo. You loved him deeply and many times you picked up your phone to reach him somehow but the thought of getting caught by someone else and put to torture again scared you to the bone. Afterall situation was a bit more complicated now.

Your alarm rang and you got up groaning. It was getting harder to sleep and even harder to wake up. Mrs.Itadori had asked you to take your time but you knew that staying in the room was not going to do you any good. You looked over and smiled. The snow had collected on the windowpane. The fields outside were covered in snow too. It has been almost a year now. You picked up your phone and set up a reminder. You were going to call Gojo Satoru in a week. You owed him that. 

At around 6 AM you rushed downstairs, through the drawing room into the store kitchen. Mrs.Itadori had already kept your breakfast there. You smiled and sat down on the metal stool and picked up a set of chopsticks from the stand. You couldn’t help around as much as you used to but they didn’t complain and you were grateful for that. You picked up the sticky note attached to the counter.

“We are taking Yuji to the temple. 

We will return by 8:00 AM. 

Finish your breakfast. 

I will open the store when I return”.

You smiled and kept the note in your pocket. Even if you couldn’t open the store, you could still set up the the store. You set the crib with dinosaur plushie behind the cash counter and began cleaning tables.

-X-

Gojo had reached the village earlier than expected. It was only 5:00 AM. He asked the driver to stop the car at a pitstop so they could rest for a while. They had left from Tokyo at 1:00 AM, expecting to reach here after sunrise but low traffic and free roads had them sipping hot coffee at a pitstop right outside the village. Gojo pulled the collar of his trenchcoat and walked over to the side with his paper cup in hand. His white hair collected a few snowflakes and swayed gently with the wind. He took a sip and looked up, the snow covered fields looked beautiful. A part of him felt guilty about having to ruin it to build a factory. Through the morning fog he could see the houses and the neon light of a store. Was that where the snack bar was?

“Master Gojo, You would be more comfortable inside the car”. His driver spoke, bowing down. 

Gojo kept staring at the faint neon sign. “I’m okay”. He took a deep breath, the air was cold and fresh. There was a faint smell of wet mud and Gojo couldn’t help but smile. For some reason, ever since he left Tokyo he had been missing a bit too much. He wondered if you’d like the view right now? Were you watching from above? Were you smiling with him? He smiled again. Gojo chuckled and a tear rolled down his cheek. He discarded the paper cup in the bin and went to the pay and use restroom. It was relatively warm inside and Gojo felt comfortable enough to take his coat off. He hung the coat on the hook and splashed water on his face. He started at his reflection and pulled out the paper towels from the dispenser and wiped his face. He walked over and dried his hands with the warm air of the hand drier. He put on his coat back and walked out. He checked his watch, 6:30 AM. 

“Let’s go”. Gojo said to the driver and got in the car. Other men discarded their cups and sat in the second Range rover. Gojo stared outside the window, there were butterflies in his stomach. He assumed it was the weather. As they turned right inside the village area the driver began giving him a runthrough of the land they had already acquired. Gojo didn’t care but didn’t stop him either. He was zoned out. He could see people opening up their shops, couples going for their morning walk, priests walking in a straight line with wooden beads between their fingers. 

“We are here”. The driver said as the car came to a halt. Gojo got down and looked up at the three storied building. “Itadori Farm and Food”. He muttered the name under his breath. 

The sign on the half glass door said closed but Gojo swore he saw someone inside. He walked over to the door and knocked. He waited for three seconds but got no response. He could hear noises coming from inside. He grabbed the wooden handle and tried to push the door. It was unlocked. He gritted his teeth thinking the people inside were purposely ignoring him. He pushed the door, it chimed, and stepped inside. It was empty. It was clean. The tables were set. He turned around, facing the door and took a step back, looking around the store. 

You had heard someone knock when you were in the kitchen and bent down to see through the gap in the wall but all you could see was some customer in black coat. You shook your head thinking it was one of the early ones. The sign read closed but some people just think they are special. You sighed and began arranging the baked cookies in a large metal tray from the plastic container. You heard the door chime and frowned. You bent down again but all you saw was the shoulder down. You scoffed at his audacity. You picked up the plate and walked out the door into the store area. “Excuse me! The sign says closed! Can’t you-”.

Gojo turned around when he heard a metal collide with the ground. His mouth hung open, shoulders dropped, time stopped.For a moment his body froze and all thought left his mind. He was blank, he was in a trance. Was he dreaming again? Was this one of his episodes? No it couldn’t be. No. No. No. No. No. No. He gulped hard and looked at you. You have changed. Your hair was different. You face..your clothes…the apron with the logo..the food tray..No. No. No. No. His breath hitched. His heart beat loudly against his chest. No.No.No… 

You let out a broken gasp. He was here. In front of you. Gojo Satoru was here. You opened your mouth to say something but couldn’t. You blinked fast and shook your head. You had to be dreaming. There was no way. No. No. No. No.

“Y/n…”. He whispered, but you heard it. Your eyes welled up.

“Satoru..”.

“Y/n..”. Gojo took a step forward.

“Satoru..”.  

Gojo couldn’t believe he was hearing your voice. You were saying his name. You…you were here. He took another step and he was standing right in front of you. You looked up and saw his tear stained cheeks and red eyes. Gojo brought his hand up and cupped your cheek. It was warm. So warm. You looked at him and after months Gojo Satoru was finally human.

“You..you are here..”.

“Satoru..I..”. You didn’t know what to say so you took a step back and looked down. 

Gojo looked at his hand that had just touched you, 11 months 3 weeks and 4 days since he had last felt your touch .“Why..why..?”. Gojo’s head was spinning, he felt dizzy and disoriented. He was still not sure whether you were here or was fate playing a cruel joke on him.

You didn’t know what to say. You had no explanation. “I..I..”. You stammered. “I had…I had to”. 

“You work here?”. Gojo asked hesitantly. 

Your eyes kept going towards the wall clock. Any time now he could wake up. You nodded your  head and fidgeted with your fingers. 

“I should clean this up”. You wiped your palms on the apron and bent down to pick up the tray but Gojo beat you to it. His eyes didn’t leave your face for a second. Even when both of you straightened up his eyes remained fixed on your face and yours on the ground. 

“Look at me”. He spoke softly.

You blinked a few times and looked up at him. HIs face didn’t show any emotion but his eyes spoke of the pain he had been through. 

“Why are you here?”. You asked as you averted your gaze again. You couldn’t look at him. It was part guilt and part anger. You kept the tray on a nearby table and picked up the broom from the corner. You would rather  be hovering around the store than stand in his presence without crumbling. 

But Gojo followed you around the store like a puppy, “Can you stop for a second?”. He called out to you.

You didn’t listen. You began arranging and rearranging plates on the stand. “I have work to do. Why are you here?”. You were purposely avoiding the cash counter for all the good reasons. 

Gojo had forgotten all about why he was here. Did it even matter now? He was getting frustrated by your lack of care or more like the act of it. He stopped and drew in a sharp breath. Were you really going to do this to him after putting him through hell for a year. “Y/n Gojo!”. Gojo yelled. 

You stopped in front of the table you were cleaning. Y/n gojo…Were you y/n gojo? Or were you Hana Sato? Or were you y/n l/n?

“Please..”. You whimpered as you clutched the cloth in your hand tightly. You turned around. You knew you owed him the truth. Now more than ever you owe him the truth. “Can we..can we just talk”. You wiped your tears. 

Gojo didn’t understand what was going on. Why were you here? Why didn’t you reach out to him? He nodded. You took a deep breath and kept the cloth back in its place. You took your apartment key out and walked out the door with Gojo in tow. You didn’t want to use the inside entrance with him because it wasn’t your house. The strong cold wind blew, making you shiver. You wrapped your arms around yourself and let out a foggy breath. You stared at the two blacked out range rovers. “Ask your men to leave”. 

Gojo stood behind you and with his one gesture both cars drove away. “Where are you taking me?”. He asked. You didn’t answer and started walking away instead. Gojo followed you once again as you went around the building, up the back staircase. He stood behind you as you unlocked the door.

“Do you live here?”.

You nodded and stepped inside. Gojo had to bow down given his big stature as he stepped inside. Gojo felt like he was home as he closed the door behind him. It was a small space. The main drawing room had a sitting area with a couch and a kitchen with a small two seater table in the corner. There was a basket full of stuffed toys in the corner. Behind the kitchen was a balcony where clothes were drying. The room smelled of detergent and coffee. Gojo smiled slightly, if given a chance he would leave behind all the luxury to live here with you. 

You pulled the chair, “Please, sit”. Gojo walked over to the table and sat down. You sat opposite him. “Would you like something? Coffee or tea or water?”. You asked. This was the first time you had someone over other than the family. 

“No”.

Gojo’s reply was curt. His face softened. “Come home with me”. Gojo reached out for your hand but you pulled back.

“No”.

“Why not?”.

“I..don’t want to be part of that world”.

“Y/n it’s not the same anymore. No one will hurt you. No one will lay their hands on you ever again”.

You gulped hard and stayed silent.

“I know”. Gojo continued. “It was hard for you. Getting kidnapped by Naoay and-”

“I left”. You cut him off. You couldn’t look at him.

“What?” Gojo frowned.

You took a deep breath  and told him your side of the story. How you snuck into his office and checked your phone and how you sent your location to him and how you willingly left him to save Hiro and how you saw him point a gun to Hiro’s head. You told him everything Hiro had told you about his brother and real identity. You watched painfully as Gojo’s expression changed from shock to sad to angry. He felt rightfully betrayed. He felt anger course through his veins with a burning intensity. 

“You left me for Hiro?”. He asked, poking his tongue in cheek.

“Not for..Hiro but to help him”.

“You didn’t trust me?”. He asked. 

You took a deep breath. “Satoru I..I don’t know how to explain it. I was scared. I was so scared and I didn’t know what to do. I just wanted to help my friend”.

“And what about me? Did you stop to think about me?”.

You shook your head and sobbed in your hand. “I’m sorry. I’m..please”. 

Gojo leaned back and wiped his own tears. He was mad at you but he loved you. “Fine then-”.

Before Gojo could finish what he was about to say it happened. It was a whimper, then a sniffle, then the baby wailed loudly. Your breath hitched and you immediately ran towards the closed door and Gojo followed you. You stood with your back pressed against the door, like a barrier between Gojo’s wrath and the wailing child. “Satoru please, leave”

“Is that your child, y/n?”. Gojo’s breath had quickened and you could see his chest rising and falling rapidly. “Move”. He commanded.

“No. Please leave”.

“So this is why you didn’t come back huh? What happened y/n? Cat got your tongue now? You left me to come to this god forsaken place to play house with god knows what asshole?!”. Gojo yelled.

You pressed your palm on his chest. “Satoru please. Let me explain”. But Gojo grabbed your hand and pushed away. He kicked the door open and barged in furiously. He didn’t care who you were married to or whose kid it was. If it was yours then it was his and he was taking both of you with him, the father could go fuck himself for all he cared. He walked gingerly towards the crib.

Usually it was hard to tell whom the kid looked liked,especially at two months old. But Gojo knew. Because as he stared down at the crib, the baby stopped crying. Gojo could see the cerulean blue eyes and light tufts of arctic hair on its head. Gojo was too shocked to speak. In a matter of hours, his world as he knew it did not exist anymore. He slowly turned towards you with his mouth agape. 

You immediately ran and picked up the baby in your arms. Gojo watched silently as you gently wiped its face and rocked him. It mumbled and tried to grab your hair. 

“Is it..mine?”. Gojo asked.

You couldn’t lie to him anymore so you nodded your head. Gojo wanted to scream and break things. He wanted to burn this cruel world and fight the gods for his fate. But he remained calm. It was calm before the storm. A storm that would likely destroy everything in its path. 

“Is it a..boy or a girl?”

“A boy”. You bit your bottom lip. The baby chuckled at something and you looked at him and smiled.

“What’s his name?”. Gojo asked, taking a step towards you. You took a step back but Gojo raised his hands in front of him. “I won't hurt you”. Gojo clarified. 

You stopped and looked at the baby, “His name is Keisuke”.

“Keisuke”. Gojo uttered and smiled. Happiness. It was an apt name. “Can I hold him?”. He asked. 

You bit your lip nervously. “Sit down there”. You gestured towards the single bed. It had fresh white linen and a pillow with a frilly pillow case. Gojo sat on the edge and looked at you. “Now fold your hands like this”. You showed him how you were holding Keisuke. Gojo mimicked the movement. Once you were convinced, you carefully placed Keisuke in his arms. You were surprised at how calm he was. Did he know he was with his father? Keisuke hardly stayed with anyone other than you and your eyes welled up thinking that maybe he knew that Gojo was his father. 

Gojo looked down at the baby in his arms. His son. His baby boy. He loved him. He knew the moment he held him that he loved him more than anyone and anything. “Hi”. Gojo said with teary eyes. Keisuke’s eyes widened and then he chuckled, making both you and Gojo smile. “He is so beautiful”. Gojo whispered. 

“Yes. He is”. You smiled and sat down next to him. You gently tickled Kesuke’s tiny feet and he burst into a fit of laughter. 

“Keisuke Gojo”. Gojo said and kissed his forehead. 

Your smile melted down. You took the baby from Gojo’s arm immediately. “No”.

“What are you doing y/n?”.

“He is not yours. He is mine. We are not going anywhere”. 

The atmosphere in the room shifted. Gojo’s happiness evaporated. “What are you saying y/n?”. Gojo stood up.

“I said that I am not going anywhere with you. He is not going anywhere with you. He is Keisuke. Not Keisuke Gojo. I will never let him be part of your world!”. You spoke sternly. Gojo could do whatever he wanted but there was no way in hell you were going to risk your son’s life.

“Do you really think I would harm you and my own son?”. 

You stayed silent. Gojo walked over to you and grabbed your chin with his thumb and index finger. “You betrayed me. Lied to me. You have no idea what I went through in the past year and now…now you are saying you will keep my son away from me? Do you really think I will let you do that..y/n?”. Gojo seethed. 

“I don’t care. You can come and visit him if you want but we are not going anywhere”. You pushed his hand away and walked over to the crib and put Keisuke down. Gojo grabbed your arm and turned you around to face him. “You know very well what I can do”. Gojo warned.

A chill ran down your spine. “Fine. Do it then! Pull out the gun and kill me right now! Because I am not going to let my son grow up with a murderer!”. 

Had it been anyone to talk to Gojo Satoru this way, they would have been dead before they could finish the sentence. But you were not just anyone. He knew he would not hurt you. He could never hurt you. He would rather pull the trigger on himself than see a scratch on you. It was twisted, his love for you, it was toxic. He hated you just as much as he loved you. 

Gojo stared at you blankly and then he smiled. A smile that made your heart skip a beat. “Pack your bags right now if you don’t want this godforsaken village and this snack bar trampled to ground”. 

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At five years old, Robin Buckley says her favorite color is pink when asked by her kindergarten teacher.

It seems like the right answer, it's what all the other girls say (except for a few who say purple, but Robin thinks of the flowers at her grandma's funeral earlier that year that were a sickly shade a mauve), so it must be hers as well.

She doesn't mind wearing it, but she thinks it's bright, easy to call attention to. She gets scolded in second grade by Tammy Thompson when she says it's really just a shade of red, after that she decides she doesn't like it as much anymore.

In fourth grade she says it's green when her mom asks for a color to paint her room. It's the color of outside and Robin likes to play there.

Her favorite shoes are forest green and she sits in the green section at lunch with her best friend Barabra Holland. It's a good fit.

But in sixth grade Tommy Hagan tells her it's a boy color and if she likes it then she's a boy. And so Robin changes it again. This time it's yellow.

Yellow is a safe color, neither gender seems to claim it and it's the shade of the sheets on her bed where she spends most of her time now that Barbara seems to prefer hanging out with Nancy Wheeler.

Yellow is the color of the stray cat that she feeds eyes and the shade of the lamplight she likes to read under at night.

She changes it to red in tenth grade when she hears Tammy Thompson say she likes it (even though she got mad at Robin for her earlier suggestion of pink being a light shade of it), and she really thinks it's the right one too.

It's the color of her beloved converse and the shade of the only makeup she owns, the scarlet lipstick her aunt got her for her fifteenth birthday.

It's a color of her Scoops uniform and the dry erase marker she uses to mark down Steve Harrington’s numerous fails at flirting.

It's the color of blood staining her shirt and dripping from Steve's face on the Fourth of July, 1985. The color of fireworks being thrown at a monster made up of red flesh and the color of the ambulance lights that flash as she sits in it.

After that she doesn't have a favorite color. It changes whenever someone new asks, alternating between the ones of her past.

It's green to Steve and pink to the mother renting a movie for her daughter. Yellow for Dustin and for a project in English class.

It's never red though.

But then 1986 rolls around and it's suddenly blue. The color of the sky and her favorite shirt is navy. The color of a denim jacket and the waters of Lovers Lake.

The color of Nancy Wheeler’s eyes looking at her in the library. Cerulean in the sun and cobalt as they trek through hell.

Bright azure when reflecting fire and the sparks of flying bullets. Soft maya blue under hospital lights.

They're shining admiral when they meet hers outside the Wheeler house two weeks after it all. Her tears match the rain when they kiss. Baby blue when they finally part.

It's blue when Nancy asks as they lay together in their apartment just outside of Boston. She jokes it's for the ocean that they had visited that summer, but later she tells her it's for her eyes.

It's blue like the ring she proposes with, cheap but full of meaning. Blue like the lilies of the Nile and bellflowers of Nancy's bouquet she tosses in the air.

Sapphire like their daughter's name and the chair Robin sits in when she reads to her. The color of her cookie monster cake for her first birthday and the rims of Nancy's reading glasses.

Blue like the dress she's buried in.

Blue like the flowers on their side by side graves.

[otherworlds-inside-my-mind]

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Literature

A

Age of Fire - E. E. Knight

Adventure Lit their Star - Kenneth Allsop

Alien in a Small Town - Jim Cleaveland

Alien Chronicles (Literature) - Deborah Chester

Animal Farm - George Orwell

Animorphs - K. A. Applegate

Am an Owl - Martin Hocke

At Winters End - Robert Silverberg

Avonoa - H.R.B. Collotzi

Astrid and Cerulean: A Parrot Fantasy - Parasol Marshall-Crowley

A Wolf for a Spell - Karah Sutton

The African Painted Wolf Novels - Alexander Kendziorski

The Alchemist's Cat - Robin Jarvis

The Amazing Maurice and his educated rodents - Terry Pratchet

The Amity Incident - C. M. Weller

The Ancient Solitary Reign - Martin Hocke

The Animals of Farthing Wood series - Colin Dann

The Art of Racing in the Rain - Garth Stein

The Author of Acacia Seeds and Other Extracts from the Journal of Therolinguistics - Ursula K. Le Guin

A Magical Cat Named Kayla: Whiskers of Enchantment -Carlos Juárez [AI Cover]*

The Animal Story Book - Various Authors [Editor: Andrew Lang]

Abenteuer im Korallenriff - Antonia Michaelis [DE]

B

Bambi: A life in the forest & Bambi Children - Felix Salten

Bamboo Kingdom series - Erin Hunter

Bazil Broketail - Christopher Rowley

Beak of the Moon & Dark of the Moon - Philip Temple

Bears of the Ice series - Kathryn Lasky

Beasts of New York - Jon Evans

Beautiful Joe - Margaret Marshall Saunders

Beyond Acacia Ridge - Amy Clare Fontaine

Birddom - Clive Woodall

Bird Brain - Guy Kennaway

Black Beauty - Anna Sewell

Blitzcat - Robert Westall

Blizzard Winds - Paul Koch

Books of the Raksura - Martha Wells

Braver: A Wombat's Tale - Suzanne Selfors & Walker Ranson

Bravelands series- Erin Hunter

Broken Fang - Rutherford Montgomery

Bunnicula series - Deborah Howe & James Howe

Burning Stars - Rurik Redwolf

A Black Fox Running - Brian Carter

A Blue So Loud - Tuesday

The Ballard of The Belstone Fox - David Rook

The Bear - James Curwood

The Bees - Laline Paull

The Biography of a Silver Fox - Ernest Thompson Seton

The Blue Cat of Castle Town - Catherine Cate Coblentz

The Book Of Chameleons - José Eduardo Agualusa

The Book of the Dun Cow - Walter Wangerin Jr.

The Book of Night with Moon - Diane Duane

The Books of the Named series - Clare Bell

The Bug Wars - Robert Asprin

The Builders - Daniel Polansky

C

Call of the wild - Jack London

Callanish - William Horwood

Catwings - Ursula K. Le Guin

Cat Diaries: Secret Writings of the MEOW Society - Betsy Byars, Betsy Duffey & Laurie Myers

Cat House - Michael Peak

Cat Pack - Phyllis Reynolds Naylor

Cats in the city of Plague - A.L Marlow

Celestial Heir series - Chester Young

Charlotte's Web - E. B. White

Chet and Bernie mysteries - Spencer Quinn

Chia The Wildcat - Joyce stranger

Child of the Wolves - Elizabeth Hall

Clarice the Brave - Lisa McMann

Cry of the Wild - Charles Foster

Coyote's Wild Home - Barbara Kingsolver; Lily Kingsolver & Paul Mirocha

Coyote Series - Michael Bergey

Crocuta - Katelyn Rushe

Coorinna: A Novel of the Tasmanian Uplands - Erle Wilson

Cujo - Steven King

The Calatians Series - Tim Susman

The Cats of Roxville station - Jean Craighead Georde

The Chanur Novels - C. J. Cherryh

The Cold Moons - Aeron Clement

The Color of Distance || Through Alien Eyes - Amy Thomson

The Conquerors - Timothy Zahn

The Council of Cats - R. J. F.

The Cricket in Times Square - George Selden

The Crimson Torch - Angela Holder

The Crossbreed - Allan Eckert

The Crucible of Time - John Brunner

D

Darkeye series - Lydia West

Deadlands: The Hunted - Skye Melki-Wegner

Demon of Undoing - Andrea I. Alton

Desert Dog - Jim Kjelgaard

Dinotopia - James Gurney, Alan Dean Foster

Doglands - Tim Willocks

Dimwood Forest series - Avi

A Dog's Life: The Autobiography of a Stray - Ann M. Martin

A Dog's Porpoise Duology - M. C. Ross

Dogs of the Drowned City - Dayna Lorentz

A Dog's Purpose series - W. Bruce Cameron

Dolphin Way: Rise of the Guardians - Mark Caney

Domino - Kia Heavey

Douglas' Diary - Andrew John

DragonFire series - Lewis Jones Davies

Dragon Fires Rising - Marc Secchia

Dragon Hoard and Other Tales of Faerie - Cathleen Townsend

Dragons and Skylines series - Rowan Silver

Dragon Prayers - M.J. McPike

Dragons of Mother Stone series - Melissa McShane

Dragon Girls Series - Maddy Mara

The Deptford Mice series - Robin Jarvis

The Dogs of the Spires series - Ethan Summers

The Dragons of Solunas series - H. Leighton Dickson

The Duncton Chronicles - William Horwood

The Destiny of Dragons - J.F.R. Coates

The Diary Of A House Cat - Ileana Dorobantu

Dogtown - Katherine Applegate & Gennifer Choldenko

Die schwarze Tigerin - Peer Martin [DE]

Die weiße Wölfin - Vanessa Walder [DE]

Die Wilden Hunde Von Pompeii - Helmut Krausser [DE]

Das wilde Mäh - Vanessa Walder [DE]

E

The Eyes and the Impossible - Dave Eggers

Eclosión - Arturo Balseiro [ES]

Ein Seehund findet nach Hause - Antonia Michaelis [DE]

F

Fantastic Mr. Fox - Roald Dahl

Faithful Ruslan - Georgi Vladimov

Feather and Bone: The Crow Chronicles - Clem Martini

Feathers & Flames series - John Bailey

Felidae series (1) - Akif Pirinçci

Fifteen Rabbits - Felix Salten

Fire, Bed & Bone - Henrietta Branford

Fire of the Phoenix - Azariah Jade

Fluke - James Herbert

Firefall series - Peter Watts

Firebringer - David Clement-Davies

Flush: A Biography Book - Virginia Woolf

Fox - Glyn Frewer

Foxcraft series - Inbali Iserles

Frightful’s Mountain - Jeanie Craighead George

Frost dancers: A story of hares - Garry Kilworth

The Familiars series - Adam Jay Epstein

The Fifth - Saylor Ferguson

The Firebringer series - Meredith Ann Pierce

The Fox and The Hound - Daniel P. Mannix

The Forges of Dawn - E. Kinsey

Freundschaft im Regenwald - Peer Martin [DE]

(1) Felidae's Author - Akif Pirinçci - is known to be a Xenophobic, Anti-muslim, Anti-Lgbt and Extreme Right-Wing guy (A N4zi by his on words). Won't be going onto details just know he has a non-fiction work called "Germany Gone Mad: The Crazy Cult around Women, Homosexuals and Immigrants." His works has been out of print ever since.

G

Guardian Cats and the lost books of Alexandria - Rahma Krambo

Guardians of Ga'Hoole series - Kathryn Lasky

Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett

Griffin Quest - Sophie Torro

Gryphon Insurrection series - K. Vale Nagle

The Ghost and It's Shadow - Shaun Hick

The Golden Eagle - Robert Murphy

The Golem and the Jinni - Helene Wecker

The Good Dog - Newbery Medalist

The Guardian Herd series - Jennifer Lynn Alvarez

The Goodbye Cat - Hiro Arikawa

The Great Timbers - James A. Kane

H

Haunt Fox - Jim Kjelgaard

Haven: A Small Cat's Big Adventure - Megan Wagner Lloyd

Heavenly Horse series - Mary Stanton

Hive - Ischade Bradean

Horses of Dawn series - Kathryn Lasky

House of Tribes - Garry Kilworth

Hunter's Moon/Foxes of First dark - Garry Kilworth

Hunters Universe series - Abigail Hilton

A Hare at Dark Hollow - Joyce Stranger

The Hundred and One Dalmatians & The Starlight Barking - Dodie Smith

The Hunt for Elsewhere - Beatrice Vine

Hollow Kingdom Duology - Kira Jane Buxton

I

I am a Cat - Natsume Sōseki

I, Scheherezade: Memoirs of a Siamese Cat - Douglass Parhirst

In the Long Dark - Brian Carter

The Incredible Journey - Sheila Burnford

Im Reich der Geparde - Kira Gembri [DE]

J

Joe Grey series - Shirley Rousseau Murphy

Jonathan Livingston Seagull - Richard Bach & Russell Munson

Julie of the Wolves - Jeanie Craighead George

The Jungle Book - Rudyard Kipling

Journey to the West - Wu Cheng'en

K

Kävik the Wolf Dog - Walt Morey

Kazan duology - James Curwood

Kine Saga - Alan Lloyd

Kona's Song - Louise Searl

The Killers - Daniel P. Mannix

Kindred of the Wild - Charles G.D Roberts

König der Bären - Vanessa Walder [DE]

L

Lassie Come-Home - Eric Knight

Last of the Curlews - Fred Bodsworth

Lazy Scales - D.M. Gilmore

Legends of Blood series - Ethan Summers

A Legend of Wolf Song - George Stone

Luna the Lone Wolf - Forest Wells

Lupus Rex - John Carter Cash

Lutapolii: White Dragon of the South - Deryn Pittar

The Last Unicorn - Peter S. Beagle

The Labrador Pact & The Last Family in England - Matt Haig

The Last Dogs - Christopher Holt

The Last Eagle - Daniel P. Mannix

The Last Great Auk - Allan Eckert

The Last Monster on Earth - L.J. Davies

The Life Story of a Fox - J. C. Tregarthen

The Lost Rainforest series - Eliot Schrefer & Emilia Dziubak

The Lost Domain - Martin Hocke

The Last Whales: A Novel - Lloyd Abbey

M

Mammoth Trilogy - Stephen Baxter

Manxmouse: The Mouse Who Knew No Fear - Paul Gallico

Marney the Fox - Scott Goodall & John Stokes

Mattie: The story of a hedgehog - Norman Adams, & G.D. Griffiths

Matriarch: Elephant vs. T-Rex - Roz Gibson

Midnight's Sun - Garry Kilworth

Migon - P.C. Keeler

Minado The Devil - Dog - Erle Wilson

Monkey Wars - Richard Kurti

Mouseheart Series - Lisa Fiedler

The Mistmantle chronicles - M.I. McAllister

The Mountain Lion - Robert Murphy

The Mouse Butcher - Dick King-Smith

The Mouse Protectors Series - Olly Barrett

Maru - Die Reise der Elefanten - Kira Gembri [DE]

N

New Springtime series - Robert Silverberg

Nightshade Chronicles - Hilary Wagner

Nugly - M. C. Ross

Nuru und Lela - Das Wunder der Wildnis - Kira Gembri [DE]

O

Old One-Toe - Michel-Aimé Baudouy

Of Birds and Branches - Frances Pauli

Outlaw Red - Jim Kjelgaard

The Old Stag - Henry Williamson

The One and Only Ivan - Katherine Applegate

P

Painted Flowers - Caitlin Grizzle

Pax & Pax: Journey Home - Sara Pennypacker

Petrichor - C.E. Wright

The Plague Dogs - Richard Adams

The Pit - Elaine Ramsay

Pride Wars Series - Matt Laney

A Pup Called Trouble - Bobbie Pyron

The Peregryne Falcon - Robert Murphy

Pork and Others - Cris Freddi

Q

Queen in the Mud - Maari

Quill and Claw series - Kathryn Brown

R

Rak: The story of an Urban Fox - Jonathon Guy

Ramblefoot by Ken Kaufman

Rats of Nimh series - Robert C. O'Brien

Raven Quest - Sharon Stewart

Ravenspell Series - David Farland

Raptor Red - Robert T. Bakker

Red Fox - Charles G. D. Roberts

Redwall series - Brian Jacques

Rose in a Storm - Jon Katz

Rufus - Rutherford Montgomery

Run With the Wind series - Tom McCaughren

Runt - Marion Dane Baeur

Rustle in the Grass - Robin Hawdon

Rusty - Joyce Stranger

The Remembered War series - Robert Vane

The Rescuers series - Margery Sharp

The Red Stranger - David Stephen

The River Singers & The Rising - Tom Moorhouse

The Road Not Taken - Harry Turtledove,

The Running Foxes - Joyce Stranger

Revier der Raben - Vanessa Walder [DE]

S

Salar the Salmon - Henry Williamson

Scary Stories for Young Foxes Duology - Christian McKay Heidicker

Scaleshifter series - Shelby Hailstone Law

Shadow Walkers - Russ Chenoweth

Scream of the White Bears - David Clement-Davies

Seekers saga - Erin Hunter

Serpentia Series - Frances Pauli

Shadows in the Sky - Pete Cross

Shark Wars Series - EJ Altbacker

Silverwing series - Kenneth Oppel

Silver Brumby series - Elyne Mitchell

Sirius - Olaf Stapledon

SkyTalons Series - Sophie Torro

Solo's Journey - Joy Aiken Smith

Sky Hawk - Gill Lewis

Snow Dog - Jim Kjelgaard

Song of the River - Soinbhe Lally

Spirit of the West series - Kathleen Duey

Survivors series - Erin Hunter

Stray - A.N Wilson

String Lug the Fox - David Stephen

Swashbuckling Cats: Nine Lives on the Seven Seas - Rhonda Parrish & Co.

Swordbird series - Nancy Yi Fan

The Sheep-Pig - Dick King-Smith

The Sight & Fell - David Clement-Davies

The Silent Sky - Allan Eckert

The Silver Claw - Garry Kilworth

The Stoner Eagles - William Horwood

The Stink Files - Jennifer L. Holm & Jonathan Hamel

The Snowcat Prince - Dina Norlund

The Story Of A Seagull And The Cat Who Taught Her To Fly - Luis Sepúlveda

The Story of a Snail Who Discovered the Importance of Being Slow - Luis Sepúlveda

The Story of a dog called Leal - Luis Sepúlveda

The Story of a Red Deer - John Fortescue

The Summer King Chronicles - Jess E. Owen

Schogul, Rächer der Tiere - Birgit Laqua [DE]

Stadt der Füchse - Vanessa Walder [DE]

T

Tailchaser's Song - Tad Williams

Tarka the Otter - Henry Williamson

Three Bags Full - Leonnie Swann

Thy Servant a Dog - Rudyard Kipling

Tomorrow's Sphinx - Clare Bell

Torn Ear - Geoffrey Malone

Thor - Wayne Smith

Trickster -  Tom Moorhouse

Two Dogs and a Horse - Jim Kjelgaard

The Tale of Despereaux - Kate DiCamillo

The Travelling Cat Chronicles - Hiro Arikawa

The Trilogy of the Ants - Bernard Werber

The Trumpet of the Swan - E. B. White

The Tusk That Did the Damage - Tania James

The Tygrine cat - Inbali Iserles

U

Ultimate Dragon Saga - Graham Edwards

Under the Skin - Michel Faber

V

Varjak Paw duology - S.F Said

Vainqueur the Dragon series - Maxime J. Durand

W

War Bunny series - Christopher St. Jhon

War Horse - Michael Morpurgo

War Queen - Illthylian

Warrior Cats series - Erin Hunter

Watership Down/Tales of Watership Down - Richard Adams

Ways of Wood Folk - William J. Long

Welkin Weasels series - Garry Kilworth

West of Eden - Harry Harrison

Whalesong Trilogy - Robert Siegel

Whale - Jeremy Lucas

Whispers in the Forest - Barbara Coultry

White Wolf - Henrietta Branford

White Fang - Jack London

White Fox Series - Jiatong Chen

Wings trilogy - Don Conroy

Wild Lone - Denys Watkins-Pitchford

Wild Animals I Have Known - Ernest Thompson Seton

Willow Tree Wood Series - J. S. Betts

Wings of Fire series - Tui T. Sutherland

Winterset Hollow - Jonathan Edward Durham

Wolf: The Journey Home | Hungry for Home: A Wolf Odyssey - Asta Bowen

Wolf Brother series - Michelle Paver

Wolf Chronicles - Dorothy Hearst

Wolves of the Beyond Series - Kathryn Lasky

Woodstock Saga - Michael Tod

A Whale of the Wild - Rosanne Parry

A Wolf Called Wander - Rosanne Parry

The Waters of Nyra - Kelly Michelle Baker

The Wolves of Elementa series - Sophie Torro

The Wolves of Time - William Horwood

The Wolf Chronicles Series - Teng Rong

The Way of Kings - Louise Searl

The White Bone - Barbara Gowdy

The White Fox/Singing Tree - Brian Parvin

The White Puma - Ronald Lawrence

The Wild Road & The Golden Cat - Gabriel King

The Wildings & The Thousand names of darkness - Nilanjana Roy

The Wind in the Willows - Kenneth Grahame

The Wind Protect You - Pat Murphy

The Wolves of Paris - Daniel P. Mannix

Y

Yellow eyes - Rutherford Montgomery

The Year Of The Dinosaur - Edwin H. Colbert

Z

Zones of Thought series - Vernor Vinge

Z-Verse series by R.H

Comic Books/Graphic Novels

Animosity - Marguerite Bennett

Age of Reptiles - Ricardo Delgado

Legend - Samuel Sattin Koehler

Mouse Guard - David Petersen

Pride of Baghdad - Brian K. Vaughan & Niko Henrichon

Rover Red Charlie - Garth Ennis & Michael Dipascale

Stray Dogs - Tony Fleecs & Trish Forstner

We3 - Grant Morrison & Frank Quitely

Beasts of Burden - Evan Dorkin & Jill Thompson

LOBO: Canine Crusader of the Metal Wasteland - Macs-World-Ent

The Sandman: Dream of a Thousand Cats - Neil Gaiman

Animal Castle - Xavier Dorison & Felix Delep

Blacksad Series - Juan Díaz Canales & Juanjo Guarnido

Scurry - Mac Smith

The Snowcat Prince - Dina Norlund

Rankless - Maggie Lightheart

Animal Pound - Tom King & Peter Gross

Animal Castle - Xavier Dorison & Felix Delep

BlackSad - Juan Díaz Canales & Juanjo Guarnido

Picture Books

Steve the Dung Beetle: On a Roll - Susan R. Stoltz & Melissa Bailey

Hot Dog - Doug Salati

The Rock from the Sky - Jon Klassen

Whoever Heard of a Flying Bird? - David Cunliffe & Ivan Barrera

A Cat Named Whiskers - Shana Gorian

Ocean Tales Children's Books Series - Sarah Cullen & Zuzana Sbodová

Jake the Growling Dog - Samantha Shannon

Indie Written Works

Fins Above Series - MIROYMON

Journey of Atlas - Journey of Atlas

Webcomics

A

Africa - Arven92

After Honour - genstaelens

Awka - Nothofagus-obliqua

Arax - Azany

Amarith - Eredhys

The Apple's Echo - Helianthanas

Alone - Magpeyes

B

The Blackblood Alliance - KayFedewa

The Betrothed - Kibisca

Black Tyrant - Zapp-BEAST

Blue - HunterBeingHunted

Beast Tags - TheRoomPet

Spy - Utahraptor93

Be Reflected in my Eyes - Aquene-lupetta

C

Carry your voice - TacoBella

Caelum Sky - ALRadeck

Crescent Wing - Mikaley

Crescent Moonlight - AnimalCrispy

City of Trees - SanjanaIndica

Corpse - doeprince/ratt

D

Darbi - Sherard Jackson

The Devils Demons - Therbis

Doe of Deadwood - Songdogx

Dyten - Therbis

Desperation - PracticelImagination

E

Equus Siderae - Dalgeor

Empyrean - Leonine-Skies

Enchantment - FeralWolf1234

F

Fox Fires - Pipilia

Forget me Not - Nitteh

Fjeld - Dachiia

Felinia - Rainy-bleu

G

Golden Shrike - doeprince/ratt

Ghost of the Gulag - David Derrick Jr.

H

Horse Age - BUGHS-22

Hiraeth - AFlameThatNeverDies

Half-Blood - majkaria

Horns of Light - ThatMoonySky

I

I Hope So - Detective Calico

The Ivory Walk - TacoBella

I'm not Ready - Wolfkingdom372

J

Jet and Harley - doeprince

K

Kestrel Island - Silverphoenix

Kin - Fienduredraws

KuroMonody - IrisBdz

Krystal - Nitteh

The King of Eyes - CloverTailedFox09

L

Legend of Murk - Azany

LouptaOmbra - Loupta Ombra (OngakuK, MlleNugget & joeypony)

Leopards bring rain - Kyriuar

M

Mazes of Filth - petitecanine

Minimal All You Are - mike-princeofstars

N

Nine Riders - SpiriMuse

No Man's Land - TacoBella

Never seen the Day - R3dk3y

Norra - shadowmirku

O

Obsidian Fire - SolinaBright

Oren's Forge - teagangavet

Off-White - Akreon

Out Of Time - IndiWolf

R

Rabbit on the Moon - Songdogx & Nitteh

The Rabbit Hole - Detrah

RunningWolf Mirari - Mirella Menciassi

Raptor - ElenPanter

Redriver - FireTheWolf777

Repeat - Songdogx

The Rabbit's Foot - riri_arts

S

Scurry - Mac Smith

Simbol - Zoba22

Spirit Lock - Animal Crispy

The Sylcoe - Denece-the-sylcoe

Sunder - Aurosoul

T

Tainted Hearts - Therbis

Taxicat - owlburrow

That's Freedom Guyra - Nothofagus-obliqua

Three Corners: A Kitten's Story - Lara Frizzell

Tofauti Sawa - TheCynicalHound

Two of a Kind - ProjectNao

To Catch a Star - SleepySundae

U

Under the Ash Tree - ChevreLune

Uninvited - Nothofagus-obliqua

W

Water Wolves - LuckyStarhun

What Lurks Beneath - ArualMeow

Water Wolves - LuckyStarhun

Wild Wolves - Lombarsi

White Tail - SleepySundae

What's your damage? - FrostedCanid

The Wolves of Chena - Yamis-Art

Waves Always Crash - Hellhunde

The Whale's Heart - Possumteeeth [Warriors Fancomic]

Manga

A Centaur's Life - Murayama Kei

Beastars - Paru Itagaki

Chi's Sweet Home - Kanata Konami

Ginga Series [Silverfang] - Yoshihiro Takahashi

Gon - Masashi Tanaka

Houseki no Kuni | Land of the Lustrous - Haruko Ichikawa

Inugami-Kai - Masaya Hokazono

The Jungle Emperor - Osamu Tezuka

My roommate is a cat - Minatsuki & Asu Futatsuya

Crimsons – The Scarlet Navigators of the Ocean - Kanno Takanori

Rooster Fighter - Shū Sakuratani

Simoun - Shō Aikawa

The Fox & Little Tanuki - Mi Tagawa

Yuria 100 Shiki - Nobuto Hagio

Massugu ni Ikou - Kira

Cat Soup

The Amazing 3

Cat + Gamer - Wataru Nadatani

Animated Series

#

101 Dalmatians: The series & 101 Dalmatian Street

A

A Polar Bear in Love

B

Baja no Studio

Bagi: Monster of Mighty Nature

Bannertail: The Story of Gray Squirrel

Bluey

C

Centaurworld (2021)

Chirin's Bell

Chironup no Kitsune

D

Dokkun Dokkun

E

F

G

Gamba no Bouken

H

Hazbin Hotel

I

Invader ZIM

Inu to Neko Docchi mo Katteru to Mainichi Tanoshii

J

K

King Fang

Koisuru Shirokuma

Kemushi no Boro

Kewang Lantian

Konglong Baobei: Shiluo De Wenming

L

Little Polar Bear

M

Manxmouse's Great Activity

Mitsubachi Maya no Bouken

Mikan Enikki

Massugu ni Ikou -

My Life as a Teenage Robot

Mikan Enikki

N

O

Ore, Tsushima

Okashi na Sabaku no Suna to Manu

P

Primal

Polar Bear Cafe

Q

R

Robotboy (2005)

S

Seton Doubutsuki: Risu no Banner

Simoun

T

The Amazing 3

Tottoko Hamtarou

The Adventure of Qiqi and Keke

Tama & Friends: Third Street Story

U

V

W

Watership Down (2018) & Watership Down (1999)

What's Michael?

Wolf's Rain

Wonder Pets

X

Y

Live-Action/Hybrid show

Fantasy High

A Crown of Candy 

Burrow's End

Good Omens

Webseries

Dinosauria - Dead Sound

My Pride - tribbleofdoom

Whitefall - Chylk

The Stolen Hope - Galemtido

Dragon's Blood - FluffyGinger

Helluva Boss -

Murder Drones -

Short Films

A

Alone a wolf's winter

B

Baja's Studio

Beautiful Name

Burrow

C

Cat Piano

Cat Soup

Chicken Little

D

E

F

Far From the Tree

Ferdinand the Bull

Frypan Jiisan

G

Genji Fantasy: The Cat Fell in Love With Hikaru Genji

Gaitou to Neko

H

Hao Mao Mimi

Houzi Dian Bianpao

I

J

Je T'aime

K

Kitbull

L

Lava

Lambert the sheepish lion

Laoshu Jia Nu

M

Mahoutsukai no Melody

Monmon the Water Spider

Mushroom - Nakagawa Sawako

N

O

Of Mice and Clockworks

Osaru no Tairyou

P

Piper

Q

R

Robin Robin

Rusuban

S

Sauria - Dead Sound

Smash and Grab

Street of Crocodiles

She and Her Cat

Space Neko Theater

Shiroi Zou | White Elephant

Shi | Food

Sugar, With a Story

Straw-saurus NEO

T

The Chair

The Blue Umbrella

The Shell Shocked Egg

The Dog Door

The Dog In The Alley

That's Why They Were Made

U

Ushigaeru

V

W

With a Dog AND a Cat, Every Day is Fun

X

Y

Z

Zhui Shu

Animated Films

#

101 Dalmatians duology

A

A Monkey's Tale (1999)

All Dogs go to Heaven

The Adventures of Lolo the Penguin

Alpha and Omega saga

An American Tail

The Aristocats

Antz

Animals United

Annabelle's Wish (1997)

Alakazam the great (1960)

B

Back Outback

Balto

Bambi / Bambi II

Bolt

Brother Bear / Brother Bear II

A Bug's Life

The Big Bad Fox and Other Tales

Bee Movie

The Brave Little Toaster

Birds of a Feather

Back to the Forest

C

Cars

Chance

Chicken Run

D

Dinosaur

Speckles: The Tarbosaurus || Dino King: Journey to Fire Mountain

Dumbo

DC League of Super-Pets

E

Elemental

F

Fantastic Mr. Fox

Fantastic Planet

Felidae

The Fox and the Hound

Finding Nemo/Finding Dory

Free Birds

The Fearless Four

G

The Good Dinosaur

Ghost in the Shell

Guillermo del Toro’s Pinocchio

H

Happy Feet/Happy Feet Two

Help! I'm a Fish

Home on the Range

Hoero! Bun Bun Movie

Hokkyoku no Muushika Miishika

I

Ice Age Franchise

Isle of Dogs

I Am T-Rex

J

Jungledyret Hugo

K

Koati

The King of Tibetan Antelope

Kuma no Gakkou trilogy

L

Lady and the Tramp

The Land Before time Franchise

The Last Unicorn

Leafy, A Hen in the wild

Little Big Panda

The Lion King Franchise

Lucky and Zorba

Lilo & Stitch

Luca

Last Day of the Dinosaurs

M

Marcel the Shell with Shoes On

Marona's Fantastic Tale

Millionaire Dogs

My Friend Tyranno

Minuscule: Valley of the Lost Ants || Minuscule - Mandibles from Far Away

Mouse and His Child

N

Nezumi Monogatari: George to Gerald no Bouken

O

Oliver & Company

One Stormy Night

Over the Edge

P

Padak

The Plague Dogs

Pompoko

Pinocchio by Guillermo del Toro

Pipi Tobenai Hotaru

R

Raggedy Ann & Andy: A Musical Adventure

Rango

Ratatouille

Raven the Little Rascal

Reynard the Fox (1989)

Rio

Robots

Rock a Doodle

Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer (1998)

The Rabbi’s Cat

S

Samson and Sally

Sahara

The Secret of Nihm

The Secret Life of Pets/The Secret Life of Pets II

Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron

Sheep & Wolves

The Seventh Brother

A Stork's Journey

Stowaways on the Ark

T

A Turtle's Tale

The One and Only Ivan

Toy Story

Twilight of the Cockroaches (1987)

The Trumpet of the Swan

The Enchanted Journey

U

Unico

Underdog

V

Vuk the Little Fox

W

WALL·E

Watership Down (1978)

White Fang

Wizards

The Wild

Wolf Children

Wolfwalkers

X

Y

You Are Umasou

Z

Zootopia

Live Action/CGI Assisted Movies

Au Hasard Balthazar

Beverly Hills Chihuahua franchise

Cats & Dogs franchise

Charlotte's Web

EO

Fluke (1995) - Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer

Homeward Bound duology (1963 & 1996) - Disney

The Legend of Lobo (1962) - Disney

Strays (2023) - Universal Pictures

Pride (2024) - BBC

101 Dalmatians duology (1996 & 2000)

Documentary

March of the Penguins

Meerkat Manor

Lemur Street

Gangs of Lemur Island

Orangutan Island

Prairie Dog Dynasty

Chimp Empire

Monkey Thieves

Monkey Kingdom

Theather

Cats

Videogames

Animalia Survival - High Brazil Studio

Cattails - Falcon Development

Endling: Extinction is Forever

Gibbon: Beyond the trees - Broken Rules

The Lonesome Fog - Might and Delight

Meadow - Might and Delight

Niche - Stray Fawn Studio

Shelter / Shelter 2/ Shelter 3 - Might and Delight

Paws - Might and Delight

Stray - BlueTwelve Studio

The WILDS - Gluten Free Games

Wolf Quest - eduweb

Golden Treasure: The Great Green - Dreaming Door Studios

Spirit of the North - Infuse Studio

Ōkami - Clover Studio

Rain World - Videocult

Feather - Samurai Punk

Eagle Flight - Ubisoft Montreal Studio

Copoka - Inaccurate Interactive

Untitled Goose Game - House House

PaRappa - NanaOn-Sha

Night in the Woods - Infinite Fall & Secret Lab

Monster Prom - Beautiful Glitch

Them's Fightin' Herds - Mane6

Toontown

E.V.O.: Search for Eden - Givro Corporation

(Pretty much most of Might and Delight games)

Online Browser Games

Lioden

Wolvden

Flight Rising

Lorwolf

Table Top Games

Bunnies & Burrows

Chronicles of Darkness

Wanderhome

Mage: The Awakening

Werewolf: The Apocalypse

Pugmire

Three Raccoons in a Trench Coat

World Tree (RPG)

Pawpocalypse

Heckin' Good Doggos

Humblewood

Dungeons & Dragons (Depends on the GM)

Music

In My Eyes You're a Giant - Sonata Arctica

It Won't Fade - Unia

The Cage - Winterheart's Guild

Other Online Projects

Youtubers

Cardinal West

Xenofiction Reviews

Gen. Videos

Trope Talk: Small Mammal on a Big Adventure by Overly Sarcastic Productions

Worlds

Mirolapye - Varverine

Franchises

Sonic the Hedgehog

My little pony

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Hamtaro

Pokemon

Digimon

Kirby

Monter High

Tom & Jerry

Baldur’s Gate

Maya the Bee

The Little Polar Bear

[mypokemonscreencaps]

[acesandfairydust]

Six birthdays: the triplets, Patches, and the twins.

[elenor222]

A Kendall Roy (Succession) Series

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: faint mentions of established relationship, sexual tension. All characters are of age. This story is 18+.

part 1

NEW YORK

3.12 AM

Emily stares at the white flushed screen of the newest shitop available in the market. She’s deciphering the flow of the shares today. Her glasses are turning blue with all the big numbers and the emails flowing through the system. There’s an untouched tumbler of souvenir matcha sitting on her desk. Her room’s illuminated a pale white with white lilies on her nightstand and an empty buzz from her phone. Emily rubs her temple, according to the entire finance department of Waystar, the Roys will take the company down with them by a decade. The lavish living and black dog services come with a price. A price they’ve long since forgotten to repay. Emily grunts and bites back her tongue. She looks up at the cerulean walls of her home painted with the same blood as them. Her chestnut eyes gleam, she dreams of Sicily and lush cherries. Bruised corridors and bluer skin. She turns towards the New York sky, cracking her knuckles and wonders how ground hog criminal she must’ve been to witness the corporate red with her own hands.

The next morning, a tall man with pale beach skin and visibly rich eye bags sits with four or five of his advisors and a bunch of younger executives. Emily does not accompany them. She stalls in her own office looking at the sugary buyout. She’s about ninety percent sure that Lawrence, the eldest son’s new venture, will and soon fuck Waystar. She lets out a giddy laugh in her mind and stays put at her cabin, chivalry gleaming in her eyes. Her posture is sleek, not too laid back but neither very professional. Kendall, suited up with cocaine in his back pocket, looks engaged, and rightly denounced, a little too lively.  

“This is a merger offer. Not an acquisition. We love what you do.” Kendall appears really passionate about the deal going through. His hands are clammy. He stares right through the upturned eye of the media guy.

“I get it. Of course, someone is always boss. And I don’t think that would be me?”

Kendall’s eyes briefly meet Emily. She’s intensely watching how this playdate plays out. Kendall can’t seem to focus between her glass of white wine at 11 am and that too tight white skirt riding up her thigh. He pretends to fix his tie. Hands imitating her face full of his length. He’s gone. Lilacs and bright Italian skies take over his vision. He’s sucking in another breath. So gone.

Kendall nullifies the rest of the conversation from his head. His eyes juggling between his two memento moris. There seems to a notable disagreement though, Emily senses it before she sees it. Her lip twitches as Lawrence stands up to leave. Kendall abruptly follows, seemingly surprised at the turn of the events. They walk next to each other down the wide corridor that border glass offices with venetian blinds on each side. He’s even wearing those knuckle deep expensive boardroom shoes, Emily peeks. Kendall steals a glance before the elevator door dings. She’s looking back at him with remorse. Soon, Lawrence whispers something inexcusable in his ear and the board sees him visibly loose his composure. He leaves the floor’s eyeshot rattled in fury.

LONDON

10 AM

“It’s inappropriate. It’s a fitness, thing. It’s - it’s basically a heart rate monitor. It’s a fucking abortion.” A broad shoulder man squeals. “is that what you give your 80 year soon to be father in law? To your boss? As a gesture of obeisance? When you’re looking for promotion? Or is that, say, like giving him a colostomy bag and a viagra? The optics are fucking horrible.” He keeps rambling on to the redhead beside him. She takes no notice of the priced-up suit or her satin shirt shining in the harsh auburn sun. Two black Mercedes line up bedside them.

Shiv, instead, is focused on a text.

Shiv: you coming?

Em: maybe :/

“Tom. It’s fine. Yeah, my Dad doesn’t really like things.” She advises him to throw ten to fifteen grand at some posh shop that sells sea shells. She’s staring at her phone with pursed lips.

NEW YORK

1PM

  “So, last call guys. We happy?” Kendall frantically looks around his team. Emily sits there looking uninterested at their long faces and sheets of robbery. Jess took an appointment, filing “wife needed for support” for her to be there. Back in the day, rose would’ve tainted her cheeks. Now, she only sits there. Stoic, unimpressed. She knows all too well that this was just another tactic for her to see him win. He’s bitter. And he hopes she knows.

Frank reassures him, ”If the committee play straight, we win. If they don’t, we go legal.”

“And we don’t want to just bump the number another point?” Young Alessandro, the investment banker looks towards Emily almost questioning the authority of her presence.

“You’ve already over ridden your Bali beach numbers. Although, I can give you an extra mil to demonstrate a knuckle fuck to Frank” Emily looks Kendall dead in the eye as if scolding a child. She crosses her legs and sits up straighter. Alessandro witnesses the change in power dynamics.

“You wanna call your Dad?” Alessandro offers.

Kendall looks like someone’s punched him in the nuts but he refuses to react. Emily only juts out her lips. She’s almost on the verge of enacting the scenes from their college days. Kendall gives her a so much so a threating look in response. His eyes dart to her mulberry pink lips. His mind fickle enough, churns him back to those same hot days with Emily on her knees.

 “Do I want to call my Dad?” he glares at the board.

“No” he comprehends. “I don’t want to call my Dad.”

“Do you want to call your Dad?” he bites back.  

“Does anyone want to call their Dad?” Silence surrounds the cascading white room except the timely tapping of Emily’s jimmy choos.

“Okay. No one wants to talk to thier Dad. So, let’s get in there, buy this fucking company and go top ten, shall we? I’m pushing the bid to 120. Okay?” Emily lets out a sigh in disapproval. Kendall pays no mind to her wandering gaze down his body. She wonders how she can put this in the mad bear’s plate without pissing him off.

1 AM

“What’s the number?” logan’s call disrupts Kendall in the midnight. Kendall did know, there was going to be consequences to raising the bid. He only hoped Emily had flower petaled logans fuck over shoes to bendable China. He dabs his forehead with a white tea cloth to soothe his nerves.

“I’m going to one twenty.” He intakes a sharp breath, eyes blown and sitting upright. he prays that his quaver of tone isn’t detectable. He fists his bedsheet into a stress ball. A minute goes by where you can hear the chaotic New York night pass by. He’s untouchable; how does the teen spirit bubblegum wrath seep in?  He speaks further in a fever dream, “Good. Look are we still good for tomorrow? Today?”

“Uh-huh. Yeah.” Logan is tapping away on his mouse. Unfocused eyes cram in all the emails from the week.

“Cos it’s gonna get out there?” Kendall’s eyes twinkle. They perfectly reflect the times square brightness.

“We’ll announce.” Logan rolls his eyes. His right hand is reaching for the will in his drawer.

“Great, so I can pre-floating to like Frank and Emily? If I need to. Cos it’s getting soft-floated.” The line goes dead. Kendall closes his eyes. He’s breathing raggedly. Theres a voice in the back of his head telling him he’s going to fuck it up. He blinks. Hard.

authors note: engagement of any sort is greatly appreciated. will try to update the next part this week itself <3

part 2

[thepupperino]

Galladrabbles #117 - Picture Prompt

Omg, two years of @galladrabbles?! Congratulations to @energievie and @look-i-love-u, and a massive heartfelt THANK YOU for creating and maintaining this space. Grateful for you both and for this fandom and for the opportunity to write.

This was a very fun prompt, and I come to you with a humble offering of fiancé Mickey ☺️

- - - - -

Some may call him a groomzilla, but it is entirely not his fault he expects the flowers to be cerulean and not cobalt.

It’s his fuckin’ fiancé’s fault, thank you very much. Ten years ago, Mickey’s color knowledge would have stopped at ROYGBIV—and to be honest, he didn’t totally get the difference between indigo and violet.

Now his heart’s all aflutter thinking about sunset copper hair and pistachio eyes and teddy brown freckles, and he has visions of a home with granite dust walls and friendly yellow accents—so he can’t be blamed for expecting the perfect shade of stargazer lilies.

[daonedaonlyskh]

SK’s Surf Shop

𓂃⊹SK or SKH preferably sk. she/her xey/xem zey/zem they/them and he/him is up for debate. minor. bisexual. AFAB. introvert. child of poseidon. mostly gryffindor (second by not much is slytherin)(jkr can jump off a cliff and I’d celebrate). writer & traditional artist. chappell roan enthusiast. duran duran enjoyer. abba lover. just a lot of 80’s and some 70’s music is my jam. old intro. i run @fire-boy-official and @esperanza-valdez-official and @vicious-daughter-of-zeus and @lily-evans-for-ya and @mache-of-greece

and @jackson-selene-andres and I’m mod cerulean on @teen-safe-space and @another-telemachus-wont-hurt and @a-princess-of-ancient-greece omfg this list is long

masterlist … requests are open/closed

pjo roleplay, (and kinda epic now too I guess? don’t ask me how) in character (just me if I was in the pjo universe but with yk, powers and trauma) will look like 

this

rules … please read

fandom list … I’m definitely forgetting some

this user is … a collection of things that describe me part 1 part 2