#and also cause it felt incomplete without one

[some-zer0]

An older Pearls! It was a lot of fun thinking about how to show family resemblance — the earrings and bangs are from Mia’s design, the pose is one of Maya’s, the pants are a nod to Iris, the nails I thought of as being Trucy’s influence, and the butterfly loops/dress are a bit of Dahlia. I’m not sure how married to this design I am, but anything’s better than what canon went with…

[zillychu]

I’ve gotten a WAVE of asks about this AU, so I decided to flesh it out some more and answer some of those questions!

I’ll probably polish this extended summary up at some point and submit it to AO3. But for now, here’s a rundown of my thoughts–please feel free to send more questions! I’ll update this post if I get any more. But if you’re someone who wanted to write fic for it, don’t worry, you don’t need to take my headcanons as gospel. It’s a pretty basic AU honestly lol

Summary:

The portal accident results in a violent explosion that wipes out the whole block, and condemns all of Amity Park. Danny haunts the city for 100 years, before Sam and Tucker find him. 

Setup:

In the 1920’s, 19-year-old Danny went into the incomplete portal on his own, hoping to help out his parents. Ripping the portal open through unnatural means created a huge burst of energy that resulted in a massive explosion. A good portion of the Amity Park population died, many were injured, and the ones on the fringes relocated–Amity was quickly deemed too dangerous due to the excess ectoplasm in the area that attracted ghosts. 

While the disaster was in Amity, the fallout was seen around the globe. Before, natural portals were rare, short-lived, and rarely allowed ghosts to fully slip into our realm (the most severe cases being on par with poltergeists that most people didn’t believe in). Now, natural portals pop open frequently around the world, large enough to allow the entirety of a ghost into the physical plane. They’re more common the closer you get to Amity, but they happen enough elsewhere that this change was something of a small apocalypse before people settled back down and found out how to combat at least some of their new, permanent neighbors. 

Danny is unaware that he’s only half-dead, believing he’s a full ghost. He ends up sticking around Amity, unintentionally making it his haunt. His grief and guilt over causing the death of his loved ones (and many others) makes him isolate and avoid human contact. Though he has, at times, scared nosy people away from the city in a mix of territorial instinct–and to get them to leave before a less friendly ghost finds them. 

Ghosts are much more of an uncontested danger in this AU. Lesser ghosts are practically mindless, and while stronger ghosts are capable of reason, their interests are limited. They’re highly territorial, possessive, and often destructive. Most worrisome is that they also like to snack on the life force of anything alive. No one is sure what dictates a ghost’s propensity to attack or hunt the living for their life force since ghosts don’t exactly experience hunger. At least, not the way we do. If a human is rescued before their life force is fully drained, they can make a full recovery–though humanity has still not yet found what this “life force" is. 

And since the Fentons’ research died along with them, there aren’t many tools available to the public to protect them from ghosts. Most homes have standard ghost shields and some weapons are available on the market, but certified ghost hunters are required to take care of anything more powerful than your average spook. 

Sam and Tucker met in high school, and are now rooming together for college very close to the Amity border. Rent is surprisingly cheap when you’re a stone’s throw away from a condemned area crawling with ghosts. Sam is the one who drags Tucker along with her fascination over finding out more about the city, and its largely mysterious demise. Sam is aware of the danger, but feels ghosts have a place in this world just like everything else, and does exercise caution–like one would while foraging in the woods with a known tiger population. 

What she and Tucker weren’t expecting was to run into a ghost that felt almost human. One that hasn't hurt them, not for lack of trying–while being powerful enough to walk past ghost shields without so much as a flinch. The long white hair is familiar in the whispers of the ectobiologist community, but there’s no way it could be the rumored ghost king Phantom, right?

About Danny:

He has very long hair, claws, and black sclera. His hazmat suit is more torn and ragged, with exposed hands and feet that fade into a burnt black.

His hair tends to float a lot on its own. It can start morphing into fire under duress. 

He does still technically have gloves and boots, they've just charred and melted into his skin towards the ends. He can't take them off in his ghost form. His hands and feet have a leathery texture that's tougher than the rest of his skin.

The white of his hazmat suit is both supposed to look like flames, and also a battered look representing his more violent, explosive death.

Overall, he appears rather listless and sad, with an unnerving air of danger around him–even for a ghost. 

Danny’s “ghost sense” comes out as white smoke.

He does breathe black smoke at times, usually when agitated. 

He's already fought and defeated Pariah Dark by the time Sam and Tucker find him, technically making him the Ghost King. This is heavily speculated by ghost experts, despite there being no real proof beyond a massive battle that scarred Illinois. He has not donned the Ring or the Crown, and captured sentient ghosts are hesitant to answer questions surrounding him. Danny basically has the throne but doesn’t do anything with it, and finds it meaningless enough to routinely forget he has the title. He only fought Pariah because he knew otherwise, humanity would have perished. A lot of ghosts are scared of him because he's so hard to figure out, and he's strong. 

Danny is usually very quiet and speaks softly, because his lungs were damaged in the blaze that half-killed him. He's technically healed since becoming a ghost, so it's more of a compulsion due to the traumatic memory. That, and he’s just… very forlorn and distant, shy around humans who don’t seem to understand how dangerous it is to keep hanging around him.

His memories pre-accident are extremely fuzzy. He knows the very basics of who he was, but specifics have been muffled due to trauma and isolation. He routinely forgets human habits, etiquette, etc. and tends to act more like a full ghost with some odd quirks. 

He does try to scare Sam and Tucker off numerous times. Unfortunately for him, they realized they shouldn't have been able to escape a ghost that strong–but they did, because he let them. 

Sam and Tucker think he's mute at first! He doesn't speak a word to them until several encounters later, when he fumbles his whole scary act and saves them from another ghost. 

He’s still half-ghost, though he doesn’t figure this out until Sam and Tucker come along trying to unravel the mysteries behind the Amity catastrophe. Physically and emotionally, he’s been stuck for 100 years–so his human form is still 19. It’s unclear at this point if he can age normally like a human as long as he stays in human form, or if he’s immortal. 

Danny's family did not turn into ghosts, though he sometimes worries he'll find them in the afterlife as shells of their former selves. He doesn't know if it's better or worse that he's not sure he'd recognize them. 

(Danny also still has some living family. Take a guess.)

Yes, he knows how to Wail. Understandably, he very rarely uses it. You do not want to witness this.

Danny :) is not immune :) from the allure of eating a human's life force :)))

[meiieiri]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 [gojo satoru]

synopsis: in every other universe and lifetime he has yet to lead, megumi will always cherish the painfully brief time he felt the warmth of a proper family and would have gladly referred to himself as the son of the strongest.

pairing: gojo satoru x f!reader | song inspo: chemtrails over the country club, scott street | visuals: megumi’s jacket

warnings: angst-ish, canon-compliant violence (mostly caused by our pookie wookie megumi who doesn’t tolerate scumbag bullies), mentions of bullying, and possible (bc i’m delulu) character death. | a/n: i just want megumi to have one last moment with his dad please, gege, i’m on my knees here. also hehe, get the title? ya’ll get it? someone please shove that arctic-haired freak to the NORTH! 🥹

Nobara Kugisaki is the classic definition of an Instagram girlie with a passion for fashion.

Honestly, she could appropriately appraise clothes without a second glance, and she could differentiate big fashion brands just by the fabric and silhouette alone even without a brand logo.

It happened on a Monday afternoon while she and Yuji were having a quick coffee in the lounge. Yuji is currently playing one of his Nintendo Switch MMORPG games that he bought from the mall last Saturday while Nobara was scrolling through her phone, swiping left as she watches her mutuals’ Instagram stories. The trio is incomplete today since Megumi mentioned he’ll be running some errands with you and Satoru today.

After positively getting envious of Mei Mei’s supposed extravagant shopping trip in Ginza today, Kugisaki promptly mutes any stories from her for a full twenty four hours. Then, as she swipes left yet again, she nearly drops her phone on the ground which would pretty much set her off on a rampage because she just got its LCD screen fixed. But luckily, she holds onto it.

“Fushiguro has an Instagram account?!”

Yuji himself hits pause on the game he’s playing and leans over the table to see what Kugisaki is talking about. No way. Fushiguro? That sulky, couldn’t-be-bothered-to-care-but-I-actually-do-care embodiment of teenage angst having an Instagram handle? What would he even post on there?

Their questions are answered as Fushiguro’s feed pops up, and it’s filled with his pictures, but that’s not the issue. The two dunderheads didn’t seem to mind that in every photo, Megumi looked like a magazine cover boy, what caught their attention is the apparel he’s wearing.

“What the hell?! He’s wearing Arc’teryx?” Kugisaki couldn’t believe it. She zooms in on the candid shot of Megumi in what looks to be a ski resort and an audible gasp escapes her throat. No way. No frigging way. She does a quick image search and sure enough, she is redirected to Arc’teryx’s official website. See? Kugisaki never misses when it comes to fashion.

Yuji’s eyes nearly pop out of their sockets when he sees the price tag. “One thousand five hundred US dollars?!”

“And look at this! He’s literally tagged in Gojo and Y/N-sensei’s stories.”

Sure enough, the first they see is Satoru’s story which has a video of you picking out new clothes from the rack for Megumi to try on in the fitting room. You looked so cute and teeny tiny next to the teenager and Kugisaki giggles at the thought you walking around with two literal giants in the mall, one of them being your ward and the other, your arctic-haired husband of three years.

“There’s another one!” Itadori says excitedly. The next is a story you took, it’s a photo of Megumi and Gojo, their backs turned and their hands fully occupied by shopping bags, seemingly unaware of the camera. In the photo, they’re checking out new sneakers in Onitsuka Tiger’s storefront window. In a flash, Kugisaki switches off her phone, and immediately begins to head out the door. “Hey, where’re you going?”

Nobara knows that particular galleria, it should be in Tokyo Midtown. “Out, maybe I could borrow Gojo-sensei’s or Y/N-sensei’s credit card!”

“Are you sure you don’t need me to come along?”

Gojo chuckles under his breath. It’s honestly amusing how you won’t normally ask that, given his newfound title as the strongest Jujutsu sorcerer of this generation. A skirmish with a grade two cursed spirit? Pfft. That’s practically child’s play to your white-haired boyfriend. A rogue grade one cursed spirit that turned out to be a special grade? Maybe you’ll sneak some bandages in his bag just in case. Bottom line is you wholeheartedly trust Satoru will always make it out of a mission in one piece.

But here you were seemingly more tense than usual which is incomprehensible because today’s hardly dangerous mission is simple.

Track down the son of Toji Fushiguro.

“I think I got it, babe.” Satoru leans his head in through the rolled down car window to plant a kiss on your forehead. He pats your cheek lovingly, setting off in the direction of the house after taking one last confirmatory look at the address written down in the file sheet. “Well, let’s hope he’s nothing like his dad. Promise you’ll check on me if I don’t come back in an hour?” he teases.

You lightly slap his wrist. Sometimes you wonder how you fell in love with this literal man-child. He’s just so insufferable. Gorgeous in every way but insufferable all the same. “I’m pretty sure a six-year-old boy isn’t gonna try to murder you. If he does, let the record show that I sympathize with him completely.”

“You meanie!”

Sticking his tongue out at you when you blow him a kiss, he disappears into the small street adjacent to the neighborhood’s main road. Coming here, Satoru was uncharacteristically nervous. At the rest stop earlier, you watched the scene tensely from the convenience store window. For once, the obnoxiously loud sorcerer was quiet, hands in his uniform pockets, his cerulean orbs trained on the pavement, his foot kicking the asphalt pebbles on the ground, deep in thought.

To be honest, he had no obligation to make the journey here even if this entire affair was born from Toji Fushiguro’s final words that sounded almost like a desperate plea. “In two or three years, my kid will be sold off to the Zenin clan. Do whatever you will with that.” Satoru doesn’t know why — he’s not exactly the brightest when it comes to his interpersonal relationship skills so he could be wrong about this — but those twenty one words sounded more like four simple words: “Please save my son.”

And so, in a matter of only thirty minutes, you spot Satoru from afar, his hand protectively around his would have been assassin’s six-year-old son as they walk back to the car. Looks like the little boy had made his choice.

And you could see with the way Satoru protectively held Megumi back from crossing the street on a green light that he has also made his choice. Just thirty minutes ago, you were bantering with the version of Satoru that would be reluctant to go out of his way to help someone, now, you were face to face with someone new, someone who has been changed almost in a blink of an eye.

Stepping out of the car, you make your way towards the pair, a faint smile on your lips at the sight of Megumi’s tiny backpack slung over Satoru’s shoulder. Your boyfriend gently nudges Megumi over in your direction, introducing him and you crouch down to meet the little boy’s hesitant eyes. “Hi there, Megumi.” Your voice is as carefully gentle as a psalm, you didn’t want to overwhelm him more than he probably already is. “I’m Y/N.”

“Hello.”

“Ice cold,” Satoru whistles, ruffling Megumi’s hair. But you figured that would be the case. A quiet breath of laughter comes from Satoru when you smile endearingly at the kid’s curtness.

As the three of you settle into the backseat, you and Satoru share a fond look when Megumi who has acted all guarded and silent the entire ride home from Chiba begins to drift off to sleep, his arms hugging his backpack but he was dangerously teetering off the seat, so Satoru gently picks him up, allowing him to lay his tiny head on his shoulder.

“He’s gonna stick around with us for a long time, huh?” you whispered, rubbing Megumi’s back as he slept soundly in Satoru’s arms, the three of yu blissfully unaware of just how much your life has changed. You came to Chiba and there was only you and Satoru, now, you were three. And though you know Satoru doesn’t intend to step in as a guardian, you could tell he was slowly settling into the inevitability of that fact. This boy needed a new start, a home, and people to guide him as he grew.

“…Yeah, he will,” Satoru answers, his eyes filled with wonder himself. Earlier when he first met Megumi, he told him to become strong enough to keep up with him.

But for now, maybe this was enough.

For the most part, Megumi is a good kid.

He diligently helps you with the housework without needing to be told twice the same way he diligently trains under Gojo’s tutelage. He studies hard despite only being in primary school, and he’s well-mannered in every way…at least to you, the kid won’t pass up the opportunity to scowl and call Satoru a lanky freak when he’s being pestered by him.

Because he’s so young to be sleeping in Tokyo Jujutsu High’s dormitories, you and Satoru settled into the idea of renting an apartment near the campus premises. Since you and Satoru are eighteen years old now, it was high time that the two of you start growing into your roles as functional adults which means leasing an apartment, paying the bills, growing your careers and taking your relationship to the next level.

Of course, you and Satoru both piled in cash when it comes to raising Megumi. Satoru mostly shouldered rent, monthly utilities and Megumi’s tuition, being a rich guy like him, those were practically small beans to him. You, on the other hand, shouldered the groceries, Megumi’s clothes and other needs.

One day, while on your way to pick up Megumi, you pass by the trendy Daikanyama district due to a road closure leading to the Ebisu district where Megumi’s primary school is. The inconvenience is nothing short of serendipitous as you and your boyfriend really did need a quick breather and some time for yourselves.

“I feel like I’m gonna turn into a wine dad very soon. Who would have known enrolling a kid would be that tough?” Satoru huffs, his hand protectively around your waist as you walked past boutique after boutique. “Like how am I supposed to know what his blood type is for the school clinic record?”

You hummed, sneakily stealing a kiss from him to which he responds to by pulling you closer, and pretending to bite off your ear. “For all the school knew, Megumi is ours. That would explain why they felt a little icky towards us when they saw how young we are back in that parent-teacher meeting.”

“Mmph, fair point. A cute son will come from a handsome father after all—“

“—Oh please. You’re okay at best.”

“You didn’t say that last night when I had you all folde—“

“—Please do not finish that sentence in public.”

Digressing, Satoru sighs, planting a contrite kiss on your warm cheek as the two of you leisurely walk down the picturesque lane of Tokyo’s very own version of Soho. Once you reach the main road, a certain outerwear apparel store catches your eye. You stop in front of the store window, looking curiously at the displayed winter items. “Megumi’s birthday is coming up soon, no? We should get him something nice.”

“Hmm? Oh right, the 22nd is coming up,” Satoru hums thoughtfully, leading you inside the store. There, the two of you split up to look for a nice gift for Megumi. There, he is approached by a staff member who asks if he’s looking for anything in particular. Satoru clears his throat, nodding. “I’m looking to buy a gift for my son.”

Somehow, you heard that from across the store and you shoot Satoru an amused look when he refers to Megumi as ‘his son’.

“Right, and how old might he be? We have a batch of new arrivals that came in today. They’re perfect for kids aged four and above.” At that, you rejoin Satoru and the sales staff leads you to check out the items at the front of the store. You and Satoru sort through the rack and find one that the two of you agree on: a fleece two-toned gravel winter jacket.

After paying for it, the two of you rush to get to Ebisu elementary school. Making your way to the gate, Megumi instantly spots you and Satoru, the latter being very difficult to miss since he pretty much towered over everyone else.

“Hi, kid, d’you have fun today?” you crouch down to give Megumi a hug. Between you and Satoru, you were the more clingy one towards Megumi, there’s hardly any hesitation in your heart when you pull him in for a warm embrace or carry him in your arms. Luckily, he didn’t seem to mind one bit, but if Satoru did any of the those things to him, he’ll probably headbut him.

“It was fine,” Megumi says shyly once you pull away. “Oh and I got a hundred on the math homework you helped me with.”

“You did?” you smiled. “I’m so proud of you, Megumi.” Satoru smiles, going to ruffle Megumi’s hair only for the little boy to duck away from his hand and hide behind you.

Chuckling at the kid’s antics, Satoru concedes, putting up his free hand in surrender while his other one held onto the gift bag you got. Megumi reads the name of the store: “The North Face”. Following Megumi’s gaze, Satoru grins, handing Megumi the bag. “Here, we got you something. Call it an advanced birthday gift.”

Megumi’s expression screamed: “You didn’t have to.” but you don’t miss the look of surprise and gratitude that shined through his features. You gently nudge him to open it and his breath hitches in his throat when he sees the gift you got him — the first gift he’s ever received.

“Happy birthday, Megumi,” you and Satoru greet the little boy, with Satoru helping Megumi to try it on.

That was the first time Megumi initiated a heartfelt hug and the first time he ever included Satoru, his little arms trying their hardest to include the two of you, so you decide to help him out, and your and Satoru’s arms engulf the little one.

“Thank you.”

“I don’t know what happened, but I’m headed there now. Alright, see you soon. I love you.”

Everything happened so quickly. One minute you were in Tokyo Jujutsu High’s teacher lounge organizing the first years’ missions for the next few days when you receive a call from Ebisu elementary school, informing you that Megumi got into a horrible fight and was now in the school clinic ready to be picked up, the next you were dashing out the door hurrying over to the school with your heart pounding in your chest.

There, you are the quintessential picture of a frazzled mother looking for her son in the school clinic.

“Y/N!”

“Megumi,” you breathed, your eyebrows knitting together in worry. Gathering him into your arms, you sit on the tiny hospital bed. “What happened? They said you got into a fight? And where’s your jacket?” He was wearing the jacket you got for him this morning when you and Satoru dropped him off, actually, he’s been wearing it a lot, indicating it’s one of, if not his favorite jacket.

Before Megumi could even speak, it looks like the kid that he got into a tussle with had already tattled on him to his mother and now said mother is furiously berating you and Megumi, not caring if anyone else in the clinic could overhear the scandalous remarks she’s throwing your way.

“I want full disciplinary action against this boy!” the middle aged woman all but screeches to the school’s principal, pointing an accusatory finger at Megumi who doesn’t flinch but you hear him sniffle. He’s never been yelled at like that before.

“Ma’am, please, let’s settle this like two rational adults—“

“—Oh I will, I can’t say the same about you! Are you not the least bit ashamed that you couldn’t teach your son good morals?” She then theatrically goes to place her hands on her son’s shoulders. And you have to be honest, with that bruised lip of his alongside his bleeding nose, Megumi had done some serious damage to the boy.

“I — Megumi is a good kid, not once, have we ever seen him hit someone for no reason—“

“—So you’re saying it’s my son’s fault yours is emotionally unstable? This boy doesn’t need a good talking to, what he needs is psychological intervention!”

“Alright, can everyone just please calm down?” The principal, too, seems visibly uncomfortable with the vile words the other parent was spewing at you like machine gun fire. “We’re all here to fix the problem, not make it worse.”

Pinching the bridge of your nose, you could tell this conversation has reached an impasse. Clearly, there’s no way you could reach a mutual understanding of what should be done to resolve the issue.

The older woman looks at you in disdain, grumbling under her breath at the humiliation of being scolded, “What should I even expect from an irresponsible woman who got knocked up before she was even an adult?”

“Don’t you dare talk about my wife or my son that way.”

Megumi looks up, tears in his eyes when Satoru strides in, his normally shining blue eyes dark with a fury that cannot be quelled. You can’t even feel the butterflies that went wild in your stomach when he accidentally referred to you as ‘his wife’ without so much as a stutter because you’re honestly this close to chewing the vile woman out. It didn’t matter if she insulted you, but if she does so much as insult and make your boy cry, you and Satoru will give the weasel a matching patch on her scalp where there should have been hair had you not ripped it out.

But now was not the time to prove her right.

People have always judged you and Satoru for being acting parents at such a young age, often giving you rude stares when you’re out and about doing the most menial of things like shopping at the supermarket or spending some time in the kōen, people found your current situation disgusting, borderline immoral, which is why you initially had trouble looking for an elementary school that would properly entertain you, Satoru and Megumi and not dismiss you three as a bunch of kids playing house.

“Satoru…” you rub your boyfriend’s arm soothingly.

“Babe, she insulted you and ‘Gumi,” Satoru whispers sadly. “I can’t just let her do that.”

All of a sudden, Megumi’s voice cuts through the tension in the room. “Daisuke was being mean. He ruined Hana-chan’s project and made her cry.” At that, the kid named Daisuke bites his lip, his skin turning pallid at the revelation. “And when I told him to apologize, he and Kaito…” Megumi whimpers, trailing off. He averts his gaze from your and Satoru’s, feeling guilty.

And right then and there, the story becomes even clearer when an unexpected witness comes to Megumi’s defense.

“Megumi-kun? We found your jacket, it’s not too damaged, but you may want to have your mama and papa wash it when you get home.” The school nurse walks in and hands you the ruined jacket, it had been cut all over but since it’s fleece, the damage isn’t too bad, not only that, it had crayon marks all over it and it smelled of the dumpster.

“…Daisuke and Kaito ruined my jacket and I punched him,” Megumi sniffles. “I’m sorry.” He wasn’t apologizing for punching Daisuke, that much you could tell, he was apologizing to you and Gojo for supposedly not taking care of the gift you two got him just last week.

The vile mother scoffs at your son’s apology. “Save your breath, you little liar—“

“—He wasn’t talking to you,” Satoru glares at the woman, effectively shutting her up. “Come on, we’re going home.” With that, Satoru, being careful with him given his sprained wrist, carries Megumi out the clinic. You offer the principal a polite nod, indicating that you’ll cooperate with any sanction she seems fit for Megumi, Kaito and Daisuke, before following Satoru and Megumi to the parking lot. A melancholic smile appears on your lips when you hear Satoru reassuring Megumi that you’ll just wash and mend the jacket once you get home to which, Megumi only buries his face in the crook of his father figure’s neck.

If there is one good thing that happened today, it’s the fact that you proved to yourself and to each other that, no one in this world is allowed to hurt or insult your family.

Satoru wakes up to an empty bed and he doesn’t pretend to wonder where you are. He stays like that for a full minute, simply staring at the ceiling while your side of the bed slowly loses its warmth. He knows you’re hurting, and he knows just how much this entire ordeal has taken from you. First, you had to deal with him being sealed in the Prison Realm, now this…

You really just couldn’t catch a break, could you?

Slowly, Satoru gets up and pads across the hallway, entering a painfully familiar room. The owner of the room has only since recently moved out, but for ten years, this room is one he normally frequented with you, whether it be on Christmas mornings to greet the little prince that occupied such a special place in your heart or on nights when the three of you just simply needed to hold each other, searching for comfort, while you slept.

The door creaks open and Satoru’s eyes well up with tears, his heart plagued by the same emotional turmoil that was haunting you day in and day out. “I just want our boy to come home…I want our son back,” you cried as you held the jacket Megumi had outgrown, the same one he wore almost everyday that winter when he first came to live with you and Satoru.

Instantly, Satoru sits next to you on Megumi’s bed, hushing your cries, kissing away each agonizing tear that slipped from the confines of your sorrowful orbs.

“He must be so scared,” you sniffled, picturing Megumi in the darkest crevices of Sukuna’s soul, trapped and alone. “I don’t even know if he’s alright, if he’s even slept at all or if he’s being tormented by Sukuna day in and day out. What if he’s in pain? What if he’s cold?” you sobbed into your husband’s chest, your cries growing more desperate with each hour Megumi isn’t home safe.

“Shh, shh…I know, sweetheart…I’ll get him back, I promise I’ll bring him home.”

Or he’ll die trying.

Somewhere in the void, Megumi Fushiguro is in a state of catatonic stasis. Is this what limbo feels like? He just wants to sleep, to give in and let Sukuna’s soul consume him.

It’s so cold…so…cold.

No! He can’t give up, more than his desire to tap out and just live and let die…he wants to go home where he belongs.

You and Satoru must be so worried about him and he was worried too, what if something had happened out there while he was here? What if…something happened to the two of you when he hasn’t even done a thing to thank you both for all the love you’ve given him throughout these years? So with his last inch of consciousness remaining, he spends it on a silent plea.

“Mom…dad…please come find me.”

[enwoso]

Hey , your latest jump scare fic is so funny. It made my day. I couldn't stop laughing. Hope you write more of platonic Kyra and reader being a pest to everyone in the arsenal team but also the arsenal women team couldn't live without their two pests

INCOMPLETE — arsenal wfc

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"I'M BACK BITCHES!!" you cheered as you walked through the changing room doors, big smiles had been plastered around the room at your entrance. the girls may not like to admit it out loud very often but they had missed you.

"language y/n"

you hadn't been in training last week, you'd been on house arrest, okay not really but you had been studying for an exam you had. but it basically felt like house arrest to you anyway. sitting still and having to be serious was not your strongest suit.

but you were back!

you did your rounds as each girl greeted you most engulfing you in a tight hug, "yep, meado i do actually need to breathe!" you stutter out as it felt as though the girl was about to squeeze your lungs out your chest.

"sorry kiddo, it's just been so quiet without you!”

"and boring by the sounds of it" you said smugly as you had been filled in with what you had missed out on in the week you'd not been there.

kyra had been telling you at the end of each day what had happened and by the sounds of it, it had been a pretty plain week. boring like a white dull wall and no fun at all. it boosting you ego probably more than it should that you were the source of fun around the training ground.

as you made your round and finally to leah, who looked at you with a blank smile. giving you a small hug as you looked at her, not being able to take her seriously as you giggled a little. the blonde being slightly confused as the signature frown appeared.

"don't pretend like you haven't missed me- even kim had a brighter smile than that!" you pointed to the blondes face as leah began to lace her boots up. you were just seeing how far you could wind the blonde up.

leah always had been your target to wind up as out of everyone she was the one who you could tick of easiest.

"it was like i was in heaven" leah joked as you rolled your eyes already having your retaliation ready.

"oh give it up lord farquaad, i heard about you saying you felt incomplete without me!" you smiled smugly as the blonde glared at you shaking her head at the nickname.

a one you and kyra had came up with after the blondes recent haircut, but unluckily for leah it had rubbed off on the team as some of the girls had resulted in calling her that too.

“no, no! no. it’s been twisted! i said that the team was incomplete cause you weren’t with us during the win at the weekend” leah reworded what you said, the blondes mind replaying the moment from the previous weekend in her head.

“what a good week!” beth smiled, as she swung her arm around leah’s shoulders the pair doing their lap of honour together. leah hadn’t been in the field too long still having limited minutes as she was still in light rehab for her knee.

“yep, no pranks, no cheekiness, no having to look over my shoulder every time i go somewhere, just peace.” leah sighed peacefully as a laugh came from beth. the pair walking in front of kyra and alessia who were busy giggling on at something.

“oh i know you’ve missed y/n more than anyone in the team” beth nudged the blonde as leah rolled her eyes playfully.

“it’s been like a mini holiday, although the team does feel incomplete without her here this week” leah admitted, while you were a right pain in her ass at times it did help to bring some excitement into the blondes life. it would be a little boring if every training session was the same.

“yeah blondie that’s literally what i said-“ you sighed, rolling your eyes at the blonde flat energy as you moved to get your own boots on, a few giggles being spread around the changing room from the team at the interaction.

it was now the time of the day where players would get treatment if they needed/wanted it while others would have meetings or media etc to do.

you were just wondering around, having finished your meetings for the day. but you did have one thing you wanted to complete today and that was prank leah.

you were flying alone on this prank, kyra being stuck in media appearances and meetings all afternoon. so it meant you didn’t have an accomplish, it was just you.

you passed the medical room, glancing in to see who was in there. laura was getting another dressing put on her knee, beth was in there, so was alessia who was getting some sort of massage, and so was leah who just so happened to be having a nap as she had her knee in some heat rehab thing.

bingo! the perfect opportunity.

you wondered in so innocent looking around to see if you could find anything, well the item you were looking for. and there it was in the bench at the side. a black sharpie.

“what are you up to trouble-“ beth began with a smirk knowing you were up to something as you quickly shushed her pointing to leah with a grin.

you carefully went over, taking the lid of the top of the pen as you hand inched closer to the blondes face. you carefully constructing a moustache drawing on leah’s upper lip. being so careful with the amount of pressure that you didn’t wake her, as her shallow breath blew onto your hand.

smiling and admiring your work as you took a step back so that beth and laura could see both gasping quietly at what you’d done but both laughing about it.

“kid she’s gonna murder you-“ beth tells you as you wave her empty threat away.

“she’ll have to catch me first!” you winked swinging out the room waving goodbye.

it had been a while since your prank on leah and you still hadn’t heard her, so you thought that maybe nobody had told her or maybe she was infact plotting your murder somewhere and she was waiting to pounce on you - now that you wouldn’t put past the blonde.

you were sat in the canteen with steph, kim and katie the three talking amongst themselves while you finished off some last minute essays on your laptop, not listening to a single word they were saying. your music drowning out their voices completely.

“Y/N!” leah screamed angrily, the threes eyes looking straight at you. your eyes widened. you heard that voice through your music, loud and clear.

“what have you done-“ kim asked but was cut off by a very angry leah williamson walking into the room, and oh boy it looks could kill let’s just say you wouldn’t be walking freely.

you thought a lecture was coming from kim as she looked between you and leah but instead just burst into laughter steph and katie joining in. leah’s frown only getting deeper — if that was even possible. the drawn on moustache making it look even more funnier.

“oh kid that is brilliant” katie laughed out loud as leah got closer you scooting further away in slight fear of what she may do.

“so brilliant that it won’t come off-“ leah scowled as you giggled hiding slightly behind you laptop.

“oh but be for real, your life would be so boring if y/n wasn’t here!” steph smiled as leah just looked on unimpressed. you were just surprised you were one still sat there in close proximity to leah and she hadn’t try to lunge at you and two that you weren’t being lectured by kim,, yet.

“like we know y/n is a menace at the best of times-“ kim began as she made a pointed look towards you, forever telling you when may need to turn your silliness down and start being a little more serious during training.

“i’m sat right here you know!” you commented as they were talking as if you weren’t in the room, let alone say across the table.

“unfortunately..” leah mumbled as you glared at her, poking your tongue at her as she looked up towards you.

“-but she keeps us on our toes and we wouldn’t trade her for anyone else” kim continued as you poured slightly at the kind words the scot was saying.

“leah may have to trade her for a scrubbing brush though..” katie trailed off as you burst into laughter at that comment, leah’s scowl coming back as she glared at the irish who for once wasn’t in the same position the blonde was currently in. the two being your usual victims of your pranks.

“kim that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me… can i have that in writing..” you asked genuinely being serious for once as kim send a scoff your way.

“don’t push it!”

“i’ll take that as a no then..” you mumbled sinking back into your seat to carry on your assignments. the girl’s beginning to find out the best ways to get sharpie off of skin, you sitting there being no help at all.

[fluff-lover]

Healing Touch | Chapter 5: Return Home

Chapter summary: You and Logan travel to Alberta in search for some answers as he slowly regains his memory.

Masterlist

This chapter contains a lot of Logan’s origin story, but it’s more based on the comic than the movie X-Men Origins: Wolverine.

7K words… who am I?

It’s been a few busy weeks to say the least.

After you and Logan agreed on working on his trauma together, you started having small sessions at night where you would use your power on him. In each session you placed your hands on each side of his head while he laid down on the lab’s bed and started healing his amnesia. You worked slowly, not wanting to trigger any bad memory without warning. 

There was only so much you could do, and there was no guarantee any of it would work. Your powers only worked on a physical level, meaning you could heal parts of Logan’s brain that didn’t heal on their own, despite his enhanced healing. But Charles saw this as an opportunity to train and even expand your powers, hoping that in time you would be able to heal the emotional type of wounds, or be the one to caused them.

Fragments of Logan’s memories began to resurface, scattered and incomplete, like pieces of a puzzle he wasn’t sure how to assemble. He remembered his parents: his mother, Elizabeth, and the man he believed to be his father, John Howlett. He could recall the house he’d grown up in, the details hazy but still familiar. He even knew his name wasn’t really Logan. But that was where the trail ended.

What had happened to them? How had he discovered his mutation? The answers felt just out of reach, buried beneath layers of fog he couldn’t penetrate, no matter how hard you tried.

In search of more answers, you started planning your trip to his childhood home: Howlett Estate. You would take a flight to Lloydminster and then drive for two hours to Cold Lake. Originally you suggested taking a smaller plane from Lloydminster to Cold Lake’s regional airport, but took pity on Logan’s distaste for flying and decided to rent a car instead.

You knew this would be hard on Logan, facing his memories and old traumas wasn’t easy, so you wanted to make sure this was a pleasant trip.

Coincidently, the trip took place during Jean and Scott’s wedding, so Logan wouldn’t be in the mansion during that time. Hopefully this trip would also help you rebuild your trust in Logan. Despite reassuring him over and over again that you’d forgiven him already, your friendship changed and required a lot of care to go back to how it was before.

The day of the flight you had maps, flyers and all kinds of accessories for your trip, and you had a blast going from one place to the other in the airport, getting lots of snacks and things to pass the time. Logan was never too far behind, following you around and indulging on anything you wanted.

Despite his nervousness, Logan enjoyed seeing you so excited and bubbly, but most importantly, so relaxed around him. He worried your friendship was ruined when he first hurt you but you were slowly building the trust back up.

It was only after you landed at Lloydminster and got in the rental that the real fun started. 

“I booked the cutest, cosiest looking Bed & Breakfast I could find, it’s adorable.” You said as you entered the address to the GPS. Logan groaned from the driver’s seat.

“I’m regretting this already.” He joked. “You know what? I take that back, I regretted this the moment you gave me a plane ticket.”

You laughed. 

“Oh come on! It wasn’t so bad! I took your nausea away, didn’t I?” 

His frown deepened.

“I still don’t like flying. If men were meant to fly, we would be born with wings.”

“Good thing I’m not a man.” You joked. “Be glad I got us a car instead of another flight for this part. Just drive, old man.” You said before opening a bag of snacks.

“Old man? Fuck off.”

You giggled.

“Aren’t you like a thousand years?”

Logan scoffed.

“...No.” He said after an awkward silence. “Your math is off. Also, don’t eat in the car, you’ll leave crumbs all over.”

You giggled again, and despite his grumpiness, Logan smiled.

“Whatever you say, grandpa.”

“Fuck you!” He said, but there was no malice in his voice. You just looked at him and took another bite of your snack.

“I’m hungry!” You said as an excuse. “Do you want some?”

“Nah, I’m fine. I don’t like candy.” He said, throwing you a look.

“Who the hell doesn’t like candy?” You asked dramatically “I think I have some Sour Patch kids around here, you’ll like them.” You said as you looked through your back.

“What makes you say that?”

“Because… your face looks like you’re constantly sucking a lemon.” Logan turned his head to look at you in disbelief. “Hey! Eyes on the road!”

“What do you mean I look like I’m sucking a lemon?” He asked confused.

“You know…” You pursed your lips, frowned your brow and raised your shoulders, trying to give your best impression of Logan. “Like you’re sulking.”

“I don’t sulk.” He said.

“Right… And I don’t cry while watching The Notebook. Are we just telling lies now?”

“Just give me that.” He snatched the bag of sour candy from your hand. “You’re terrible, you know that?”

“Yes, but you love me anyway.” You smiled and Logan just shook his head in defeat before pouring some candy straight into his mouth.

The ride was filled with banter and jokes. Seeing Logan so relaxed and somewhat happy made your heart flutter. You had never seen him like this, and you hoped it would last.

Watching him drive with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and a relaxed smile on his face also did things to you. He looked so handsome, you would try to steal glances every once in a while.

When you finally arrived at the B&B you squealed in delight and jumped out of the car. The building had a “cabin in the woods” feel to it, but much bigger in dimensions, and it was surrounded by a large garden.

“It’s perfect! Just like in the photos! Isn’t it lovely?”

“It looks like a flower shop threw up on it.”

“Ew.” Your face quickly dropped. “Just because of that, you’re carrying the suitcases while I check us in.” You said before stomping towards the door.

“I was carrying the suitcases anyway!” Logan grumbled.

He took the suitcases and quickly caught up with you as you made your way to the reception. There you were welcomed by a sweet looking old lady.

“Welcome! You must be the honeymooners, the Wyatts!” She greeted them.

You quickly shook your head, your belly filling with butterflies at the idea of the two of you looking like newlyweds.

“Oh no, we’re not together. I mean, we’re together, but not together-together… We’re not married!” You tried to explain awkwardly while Logan tried not to laugh. “We booked two bedrooms under the name Howlett.” You said, your face growing hot.

“Yeah, we book two rooms in case the first bed breaks.” Logan joked, making you open your eyes so widely he thought they would pop out of your head.

“Logan!” You hissed and slapped his chest. Logan simply smiled and winked at you. Any other time you would be giggling like crazy at the idea of Logan and you breaking a bed, but you weren’t alone. The lady looked back and forth between the two of you before handing you two keys.

“You have room 13 and 14, they’re down that hall, across from each other. Breakfast is served from 7 to 10 in the dining room.”

You took the keys and nodded your head.

“Thank you ma’am.” you said before walking away fast, your face warm.

Your room was beautiful. It was tastefully decorated, had flowers on pretty much every surface, and the bed looked very cozy. You jumped on the mattress while Logan put your suitcase down.

“Comfortable?” He asked.

“Mhmmm.” You were barely audible with your face squished against the covers. Logan chuckled.

You felt the bed dip and raised your head to see Logan sitting down on the foot of the bed. He looked like there was something he wanted to say, so you sat up on the bed to give him your full attention.

“So, um… Listen,” He cleared his throat. “I just wanted to say… I appreciate everything you’re doing for me. You didn’t have to do any of this, but you did, and I wanted to say thank you.” 

You smiled shyly. Logan wasn’t a man of many words, so when he opened up like this you made sure to appreciate it and soak into the moment.

“Nothing to thank me for. Helping people is what I do, it’s what I love. Maybe I never realized there are other ways I can help other than using my powers.” You shrugged. “I guess I never had a friend that mattered to me as much as you do.” You said with a certain vulnerability in your voice. Of course you left out the part of you being completely, utterly in love with him.

The admission took Logan by surprise. How could you, a sweet, selfless, beautiful woman not be surrounded by people you loved and loved you back.

“Why?” He asked. You tilted your head and frowned.

“Why, what?”

“Why me?” He shook his head, confused. “Not only I didn’t do anything to earn your friendship, but I also hurt you. You could have so many friends, so many people, why did you stick with me?”

You stared at him for a moment in shock.

“What do you mean you didn’t do anything to earn my friendship? You’re the first friend I made at the mansion.”

“That’s it?” Logan scoffed.

“For starters.” You placed your hand on top of his and gave him a reassuring squeeze. “Logan, you earned my friendship with respect and support. Most friendships don’t start with great gestures, they start with kind words, spending time together, showing kindness. My first morning there I was nervous but you told me I would be okay. Words matter, Logan. And I knew I wanted you officially in my life the day you took me to the hospital to help. Remember?”

Logan looked down at your hands together and nodded.

“I remember thinking I had never seen anything like it. Not only you healed those kids, but the relief their parents must’ve felt…” He said softly. “And you never cared about people giving you credit…”

You chuckled. 

“It’s better that way.” You shrugged. “I also knew we would be friends when you started training me. You didn’t think I would be useless on the battlefield just because I don’t have fighting skills. I appreciated that, I appreciated you having faith in me.”

Logan rolled his eyes.

“I couldn’t have you running around trying to save everyone but not knowing how to protect yourself.” He said teasingly.

“I would’ve been okay. I can heal, remember?”

“Just because you can heal doesn’t mean you should allow yourself to get hurt in the first place.” Logan whispered.

Those words touched you deeply. Without even thinking you leaned in and kissed his cheek. Logan blinked and looked anywhere but you, the tips of his ear turning red.

“I think that’s the sweetest thing you ever said to me. Thank you.” You whispered.

Logan cleared his throat and got up, dropping your hand in the process.

“Right. Of course. Anyway, we have a big day tomorrow, right?” He rubbed his palms on his jean-clad thighs, looking awkward as hell. You nodded your head. 

“Meet me at 9 for breakfast and we’ll head to the Howlett Estate afterwards.” you said. 

“Aye Captain!” He picked his suitcase on his way to the door and turned to look at you. He looked like he wanted to say something again, but this time he just pressed his lips into a thin line.

“Good night, Logan.” you said after a moment. 

“Good night, sweetheart. I’ll see you in the morning.” he winked at you and walked out.

-

Logan was used to sleepless nights, but tonight felt different. His mind kept drifting to you, no matter how hard he tried to push the thoughts away. At one point, he got up, rummaging through his jacket until he found his lighter. The one you’d given him. He turned it over in his hand, his thumb brushing over the engraving, something he often did when he thought of you.

Yet you managed to get him flustered all over again. The little kiss on the cheek you gave him earlier was driving him mad. It had been so long since he felt anything like this, so kind and gentle, so intimate without being sexual, he didn’t know how to act about it.

There was no way he could keep denying it: he had feelings for you. Could you possibly feel the same way? Your last conversation was about your friendship, how come all the sudden friendship wasn’t enough? Where did all these feelings fit in?

Logan raked a hand through his hair, frustration tugging at him. You were everything he wasn’t: beautiful, sweet, kind. The kind of person who made the world a little brighter just by existing. Surely you didn’t feel the same way about him... right? You were kind to everyone; that was just who you were. It didn’t mean you liked him.

Still, he couldn’t ignore how deeply these feelings had crept up on him. They hadn’t come all at once but had grown slowly, quietly, in the peaceful moments you’d shared: the late-night talks, the easy silences that somehow said more than words ever could. He hadn’t even realized how much you’d come to mean to him, until tonight. Until that kiss.

This would explain why he felt so jealous of Alex Summers, why he was so traumatized by the sight of your blood on his hands. Only you could get him to board a plane willingly, so what else would he do for you?

“Fuck…” he muttered under his breath, his voice heavy with frustration. Things were about to get a lot more complicated. There was no way he could tell you how he felt. You deserve the best: someone kind, someone who could give you everything you deserved. That wasn’t him. Not after everything he’d done. Especially not after that night…

The memory hit him like a punch to the gut. The night he attacked you. The guilt from that moment never left him, gnawing at the edges of his mind. You’d forgiven him, but he hadn’t forgiven himself. He didn’t deserve someone like you, not after that. Not ever.

Logan sat back on the edge of the bed, staring down at the lighter in his hand. His thoughts spiraled, a storm of self-loathing and regret. He convinced himself, as he always did, that he was destined to be alone. No good woman would ever settle for someone like him, let alone you.

-

The next morning arrived with an unexpected cold, so you threw on your warmest clothes and headed to the main hall for breakfast, excitement bubbling inside you at the idea of finding out more about Logan’s past. 

But the feeling wouldn’t last. When you got to the dining room you found Logan was already there, looking grumpier than usual. He had a deep frown on his face, and looked at his coffee cup as it had personally offended him.

“Hey, good morning.” You greeted him.

When he looked up at you, his face softened and his shoulders seemed to relax.

“Morning. Slept well?” He asked as you sat down across from him.

“Not really, I guess I was too excited about today to sleep. What about you?”

Logan mulled over it for a moment.

“Same.” He said simply.

“Are you okay?” You asked. “We don’t have to do it today if you’re not ready.” You reassured him. He quickly shook his head.

“No, there’s no point dragging this on any longer.” He ran a hand down his face. Your heart ached for him, he looked tired and angry.

“Logan…” You went to reach his hand, but he quickly pulled it away.

“You should go get some breakfast, we have a long day ahead.”

You got up and headed to the table where the food was served. If Logan wanted to be a grumpy cat, so be it.

He really did look like he was sucking a lemon.

The ride to the Estate was quiet, a big contrats from the ride the day before. There was no banter or jokes, just music playing softly on the radio.

When you finally reached the Estate, you let out a whistle. 

“Damn, Logan! I didn’t know you grew up filthy rich.” You joked. The main building, a manor that seemed frozen in time, stud tall and big at the top of a hill, surrounded by a vast land.

“Neither did I.” He said with a somber tone. Being back here after so long made Logan feel uneasy, like he was entering a sacred place that was prohibited to him, while at the same time walking into a dangerous place. Either way, he didn’t want to be there. You could tell this wasn’t easy for him and you wanted to make him feel at ease, but you could only help him as much as he would allow it. And right now he was being too stubborn for that.

When he parked the car you both got out, but as Logan headed to the door he noticed you weren’t following. Instead you stood by the car, arms crossed on your chest and a pout on your face.

“You coming or what?” He asked annoyed.

“No.” You stomped your foot like a child about to throw a tantrum. “Not until you tell me why you’re being such an ass this morning.” You pressed.

Logan glared at you.

“Don’t be ridiculous. Come on.” 

You shook your head.

“Nope. Something happened and I wanna know what.”

Logan groaned.

“Coming here was your idea, so come on, let’s get moving.”

But you didn’t budge, shaking your head.

“You’re doing it again!” You said.

“Doing what?” Logan asked confused.

“Pushing me away.” You replied, your voice shaking. It made Logan stop in his tracks. He had sworn he wouldn’t push you away again. With a defeated sigh he ran a hand down his face and walked back towards you.

“I’m sorry sweetheart, I didn’t mean to. I guess I’m really stressed right now, not knowing what we may find there.” He said pointing at the building with his thumb over his shoulder. “I barely got any sleep but I don’t mean to take it out on you.” He reassured you.

Damn, you really had him wrapped around your finger, didn’t you?

“Why didn't you just tell me? You know you can tell me anything.” The sad look on your face, with a little pout on your lips, made Logan’s defense crumble.

“I know, I’m sorry sweetheart. You already did so much for me I didn’t want to burden you with something else.”

You pouted even more.

“After all this time you still haven’t learned that you’re not a burden for me.” You shook your head and stepped closer. “I guess I’ll just have to keep reminding you.” You took his hand and walked towards the door. “Come on!”

Logan smiled softly. Of course you forgave him right away, you just couldn’t stay mad at him.

He was so screwed!

“Is it anything like you remember?” You asked him and he looked around the building.

“Somewhat, yeah. But mostly things look out of place.”

Several families lived there after the Howletts, and in the latest decades functioned as a museum, so changes were to be expected, but at least most of the structure was left the same since the last time Logan was there.

You were spotted by an employee behind a counter.

“Welcome to Howlett Estate! Would you like a guided tour?” He asked.

“No.” Logan said simply. You threw him a look.

“We would like to explore on our own, but we may have questions for later.” You added politely.

“Okie dokie! Here are some flyers and you can use your phones to download more information.” 

You took the flyers and smiled.

“Thank you!” You said before taking Logan by the arm and walking away. “I like him, he says okie dokie.” Logan simply rolled his eyes.

Stepping into the museum felt like traveling through a time machine. The furniture, the lamps, the carefully preserved clothes, all of it carried the weight of 200 years of history. You couldn’t help but wish these artifacts could speak, sharing the stories they had witnessed. How many footsteps had echoed through these halls? How many secrets were tucked away within these walls?

With your arm gently hooked around Logan's, you strolled at a leisurely pace, making sure he didn’t rush through the space. You wanted him to take it all in, to truly absorb every detail around him.

In the main room rested an imposing portrait of the Howlett family: John, Elizabeth and little James.

“Is that you?” You whispered pointing at the boy on the painting.

“I think so.”

“Awww you were so cute!” You gushed. Logan blinked and looked away, the tips of his ears turning pink. “Look at those little shorts!”

“I looked ridiculous in those clothes.” He deflected.

“Uh I’m sure they were very fashionable at the time.” You shrugged. “Your mom was very beautiful.”

Logan stared at the woman in the painting with a newfound pain in his chest: he craved for a motherly love he never felt. For someone who lived such a long life, he surely missed out on a lot of things.

“She really was.” He said softly.

You stayed quiet, knowing Logan needed a moment to process everything. There were signs of recognition in his eyes, but you didn’t dare to ask. If he wanted to share a memory with you, he would let you know.

You moved from one room to the other, until you reached a children’s bedroom and Logan stopped in his tracks.

“I remember this place…” He walked in slowly, taking everything in.

“Yeah?” You were curious. “Was this your bedroom?”

“I think so. It looked a bit different then, but yeah…”

“You had a big ass bed.” You pointed out the fancy mahogany bed. “I bet you were very spoiled.” You teased, but you dropped your playfulness when you saw the lost look on Logan’s face.

“I remember spending a lot of time in bed. I was a sickly kid.” He then walked to the bed and stared at it for a moment. You could almost see the wheels turning in his head. Suddenly Logan pushed the bed to the side, as if it weighed nothing.

“Logan!” You chastised. “We’re not supposed to touch anything!”

“Just keep watch.” Logan said before kneeling down and reaching behind the head of the bed.

“What are you doing?” You asked before leaning against the door, watching out for anyone coming your way.

“I left something in here…” he tapped around the wall until he heard a hollow sound. The room had clearly been reformed through the years, but to Logan’s surprise his little hidden spot was untouched. With one of his claws he managed to pull out a piece of skirting board and there it was: his little box of treasures.

He quickly put the board back in its place and then moved the bed.

“What is that?” You asked as you both sat on the bed. Logan opened the tin box, dust flying everywhere, and was met with little pieces of his childhood. There was an uncharacteristic tenderness in the way Logan picked the first item, his movements careful and deliberate, a stark contrast to his usual rough manner. 

It was a little lead soldier.

“I remember this, my grandfather got it for me during a business trip.” He said before going for another item, and then another, and another. “He wasn’t very nice, so little things like this meant a lot to me.”

In the box were all kinds of things a boy could treasure: a few colorful marbles, a feather, some coins…

“It’s like a time capsule.” You whispered before reaching in and taking a postcard from the box. It had a beautiful painting of a rose. You turned it around and read outloud “Love you forever, your little flower -Rose.” You smiled softly. “Mmmm who’s Rose?” 

Logan took a moment to think before picking the car.

“A childhood friend.” He said. It was a lie, or at least not the whole truth. Logan and Rose’s story was a long and messy one, one that ended in tragedy.

“A childhood friend.” You repeated with a scoff. “I didn’t know you called your friends “little flowers”.” you teased, elbowing him playfully.

Logan rolled his eyes.

“Shut up.” He said before snatching the card from your hand and placing it back in the box. If it wasn’t because of the shy smile on his face you would think he was actually mad.

Then something in the box caught his attention and his smile dropped. You watched as he carefully picked up an old pocket watch from the box.

“This was my father’s.” He said softly. “It was broken, so he didn’t use it anymore. He told me I could keep it and maybe one day I would figure out how to fix it.” He frowned, caressing the watch with his thumb, the same way he did with his lighter. “That day never came.” He said sadly.

You watched him quietly, before placing your hand on his back and rubbing soothing circles on it.

“You just got a piece of him back, that’s something…” You commented.

“Yeah, you’re right.”

“Excuse me?” A voice behind you said. You quickly threw your coat on Logan’s lap, hiding the box, before turning to see a tour guide standing by the door. “You’re not supposed to sit on the bed.” He said, a disapproving look on his face.

“Right! Of course! I’m sorry!” You jumped from the bed and walked towards him. “So, I have some questions, I saw there are a lot of portraits on the staircase, are they members of the Howlett family? Who are they?” You talked fast, pushing the guide out to the hall to give Logan a moment alone. You gave Logan a pointed look over your shoulder before stepping out of the room.

Logan kept looking into the box before finally closing it and putting it in your bag. He would look more into it later, for now he had to make sure you weren’t getting in trouble.

He found you asking all kinds of questions to the poor guide, who looked confused and flustered.

“... so if the mattresses were filled with feathers, how many geese or ducks would they need to fill in a king sized bed?” you asked.

“I wouldn’t know, ma’am.”

“I imagine it would be a lot!”

“Right.”

“And they made their own candles, right? Now, how do you make a candle?” You asked, playing dumb.

“I think that’s enough, sweetheart.” Logan said, stopping by your side. The guide sighed with relief.

“I have one more question!” You said before turning back to the poor guy. “What happened to the Howlett family? Are they still around?”

“I’m afraid the family’s history is a tragic one. For starters John and Elizabeth’s first son, John Jr. passed away when he was a baby. Years later they had their second son, James. There aren’t any actual records, given the time, but for what we could gather James was an illegitimate son Elizabeth had with the groundskeeper, Thomas Logan. Either way John raised James as his own. Not that he had much of a choice, at the time it would’ve been a massive scandal if people knew James was a bastard child.” while the guide talked and pointed out some portraits you glanced at Logan. There was a storm brewing behind his hazel eyes and you worried he would lash out any moment.

“Whether Mr. Howlett knew or not isn’t clear, but we do know he fired Logan. One evenight Thomas returned and the two men fought to death. It’s believed that he came back to take his son away and was killed in the process, not without mortally wounding John first. Still, someone must’ve taken little James, because he went missing after that. People in town searched for him, but he was never found.”

Slowly and very discreetly you stood by Logan and took his hand. With a squeeze to his fingers you told him you were there for him. This couldn’t be easy for him to hear. He squeezed your hand back, your touch grounding him.

“Feeling incapable of carrying on without her husband and her soon,Mrs. Elizabeth Howlett took her own life. The Howlett name remained, thanks to John’s father, who kept the place up and running until his death. He never stopped looking for James.” The guide concluded.

There was an extended silence, as everything seemed to sink in.

“That is very sad.” you said softly after a moment.

“Indeed.” the guide said. “Anything else you’d like to know?”

You looked at Logan and he shook his head.

“No, that would be all, thank you.” You replied.

“Of course, don’t forget to stop by the gift store!” the guide said before retreating away.

You turned to look at Logan fully.

“Are you okay?” 

Logan barely nodded his head.

“Enough for today.” He mumbled before walking away. 

It wasn’t long before you were both sitting at a table in the far corner of a bar. Logan knocked back drink after drink while you nursed a beer. The tin box laid open on the table while Logan inspected some of his old “treasures”. You were quiet for most of it, but you were worried about him and couldn’t keep silent much longer.

“Are you okay?” You asked. “I know today was intense and a lot happened, but did you at least get some answers? Any memories?”

Logan nodded before downing another drink.

“He was wrong.” He mumbled.

“Who?”

“The tour guide. He got most of the story right, but some details were wrong.” Logan took his father’s watch with a longing look. “My father didn’t kill Thomas Logan, I did.” He confessed. “That night I found out I was a mutant, I killed him with my claws… I was just a child.” He shook his head in shame.

“Oh Logan, I’m so sorry.” you said placing a hand on his arm.

“Thomas Logan was my biological father, but he didn’t mean anything to me. John Howlett didn’t raise me to avoid a scandal. He loved my mother and he loved me. In my heart he will always be my true father.”

“What happened after?” You asked.

“Rose and I ran away with help from my grandfather. The memories get hazy after that, but I do recall…” He took a deep breath. “I recall killing Rose by accident.” He said sadly.

“Oh, Logan…” You didn’t know what to say. 

“I hurt everyone I care about, even before I knew I was a mutant I hurt my family.”

“No, Logan, stop. The way you were conceived wasn’t your fault, you didn’t choose to be your father’s son. You didn’t kill your mother, that’s on her.” You shook your head.

“What about Rose, uh? Or the others that came after her? My life is an endless battle, one death after the other.” He shook his head in defeat. “You should go back to the Mansion without me.”

Your heart dropped.

“What?” the question came out in a shaky voice. “I’m not going anywhere without you.”

“Angel…” Logan sounded exhausted. “I’m a bad man. You don’t need a bad man in your life.”

You frowned and felt hot tears threatening to spill out. 

“Logan, I need you to listen to me.” You said while taking his hand over the table. “I know you say you’re a bad man because you feel guilty, because you have a conscience that weighs on you. But what if I told you that doesn’t make you a bad man. It does the opposite.” He looked at you confused. “A bad man doesn’t care if he hurts someone else, he only cares about himself. A bad man doesn’t have a conscience. And this, James Logan Howlett, is how I know you’re not a bad man. Because you care, I know you do, you care so much and behind this tough exterior there’s a good man craving forgiveness, companionship and even love.”

Logan looked at you for a moment, his eyes going from one side of your face to the other, as if he was memorizing your face.

“Sweetheart…” He breathed out.

“Please don’t leave me.” you begged, catching him by surprise. “You left once and it nearly killed me, please don’t do it again, don’t push me away.” Without realizing, tears started rolling down your cheeks. Logan reached up to touch your face and your eyelids dropped as he wiped your tears.

Your heart ached for him. You were convinced he would never love you back, not the way he loved Jean, but when he touched you like that you couldn’t help but feel a little bit of hope.

In the meantime Logan wondered how he got someone like you to care for him so much, to see the good in him when he couldn’t see it himself. You were so beautiful and if it was up to him you would never cry tears of sadness ever again.

“It’s been a long day, we both need some rest.” He said, both of you exhausted.

Once back at the B&B Logan walked you to your door.

“Will you be okay tonight?” You asked softly.

“Yeah.” Logan replied without thinking too much, before frowning and rubbing his neck. “I think so...” he added unsure. “...probably not.”

“We can stay up and talk a little bit more, if you want.” You offered.

Talking was the last thing Logan wanted to do.

“Angel…” He stepped closer, something shifting in his eyes. He lifted a hand to your face, so slowly it felt as if he was trying not to scare you, and placed it on your cheek. Your breath hitched and you tilted your head against his hand, seeking his touch. “I can’t thank you enough for everything you’ve done for me.” Logan whispered.

As if drawn together by an invisible force, you stepped closer until your chests were nearly brushing. Logan hesitated, his gaze searching yours for any sign to pull away, to stop. But all he found was an invitation: a soft, loving look that made him feel like the only person in the world. It was as if nothing else existed, no one else mattered, and you wanted him just as much as he wanted you.

“I would do anything for you, Logan.” you confessed. 

And that was all Logan needed to take the next step. He leaned in and pressed his lips against you in a chaste, tentative kiss. Your hands moved up his chest to rest on each side of his neck, pulling him closer, his free hand resting on your hip.

When Logan pulled back he didn’t go far, he rested his forehead against yours. You opened your eyes slowly and looked at him still trying to wrap your head around the fact that he had kissed you. You dreamed of this moment so many times, you weren’t ready to let go.

You tilted your head up and kissed him again, this time with more enthusiasm as the initial shock washed away.

Logan wrapped his arm around your waist while you ran your hands up his neck and your fingers through his hair. When your tongue slipped past his lips, Logan let out a low growl and pulled you closer.

“Fuck, sweetheart…” He hissed against your lips. “I should’ve kissed sooner.” He said before kissing you again.

“I wish you had.” You whispered. 

Logan pressed you against your door, wanting to feel you impossibly close.

“I don’t think I can stop.” Logan admitted. 

“I don’t want you to stop. I've wanted this for a long time.” You said, but before he could kiss you again you pulled your face away slightly. “But I need to know…”

Logan pulled back to look at you better and waited.

“Yes?”

Suddenly you felt like you couldn’t speak, no words would come out of your mouth. When Logan saw you struggle, he tilted your chin and made you look at him.

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m sorry if I pushed you too much.”

You quickly shook your head.

“No, it’s not that… It’s just that…” You took his hands, wanting to ground yourself. “If we’re going any further, I need to know it’s not because you can’t be with Jean.” You looked at him shyly. “I don’t want to be your second choice.”

Logan stared at you for a moment in shock. He knew you were aware of his feelings for Jean, you even held him when he cried over her engagement with Scott. So it shouldn’t have come as a surprise that you had your doubts. He wanted to shut those doubts down fast.

“You’re not.” He said. “I’m an idiot, this entire time I’ve been pinning after her yet you were here by my side, putting up with my crap.” He shook his head. “All those times I talked about her, did I hurt you?”

You chewed your lower lip as you tried to come up with an answer. But you didn’t need to, Logan saw right through you.

“Oh, sweetheart…” He pulled you closer and kissed your forehead. You instantly clinged onto him. “I’m so sorry.”

“You didn’t know.” you tried to comfort him. “I’m sorry I killed the mood.”

Logan chuckled lightly against your skin.

“You didn’t kill anything. I’m glad we talked about this.” He pulled back and cupped your face. “I don’t want Jean, not anymore. I want you, even though I’m convinced I don’t deserve you.”

You rolled your eyes and gave his shirt a little tug.

“You keep saying that, can I convince you otherwise?” You asked with a flirty tone as you played with his dog tags. Logan smirked.

“Perhaps I can be persuaded.” He flirted back.

You quickly opened your bedroom door and pulled him inside. You couldn’t help but giggle as you pushed his jacket off his shoulders and he kicked the door shut. This was everything you dreamed of! Logan easily picked you up by your thighs and you quickly wrapped your legs around his waist.

“You better not drop me!” You laughed.

“Never!” He chuckled and kissed you again.

Logan set you down carefully on the dresser where he took his time tasting your lips and exploring your mouth. Your hands wandered all over his chest, his broad shoulders, his biceps… you wanted to touch every inch of him. You couldn’t get enough of him.

At one point he pulled back and caressed your cheek.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice carrying an uncharacteristic softness. His eyes held a rare tenderness, mirrored in the gentle way his fingers brushed against you. It was a good thing you were sitting down because your knees were weak and you felt like melting inside. “My sweet little angel.” Logan added before kissing you again.

Your hands worked on unbuttoning his flannel and quickly pushed it off his shoulder, dropping it on the floor next to his jacket.

“Logan…” You whispered against his lips. “Take me to bed…”

He didn’t need to be told twice.

You spend the rest of the night in Logan’s arms, making love and having all kinds of conversations in between, from deep and revealing to fun and silly. But you only had so much energy, and after the fourth round your eyelids started to drop. Logan watched you as you curled up against him, his fingertips caressing your arm up and down. You were breathtaking and he kicked himself for not realizing sooner.

At one point you felt the sheets rustling and the bed moving. You turned to see Logan sitting on the bed, slowly dressing himself. With your eyes heavy with sleep, you tried to sit up, lifting yourself up with your elbow.

“What are you doing?” You asked softly.

Logan turned to look at you and smiled at the sight: you looked adorable, half asleep, your hair a mess, your lips bruised from all the kisses. and the sheets barely covering your naked body.

“Go back to sleep, baby.” He whispered.

Your heart dropped.

“You’re leaving? Why?”

The worry and sadness in your voice didn’t go unnoticed to Logan.

“It’s not what you think.” He shook his head and leaned to kiss your forehead. “I just can’t fall asleep next to you.”

“Why?” you pouted.

“I’m worried I may hurt you again.” He admitted.

You looked at him for a moment, giving him your best puppy dog eyes.

“I wish you didn’t leave.” You wanted nothing more but to sleep in his arms.

“I know, baby, I know.” He sighed. “I’ll keep working on it, I promise. I just don’t want to hurt you.”

You reached for his hand. What he didn’t know is that this was hurting you too.

“Will I see you in the morning?”

Logan smiled and lifted your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles softly.

“Darling, after tonight, you won’t ever get rid of me.” He chuckled and leaned to kiss you. “Get some sleep, I’ll bring us breakfast in a few hours.” He promised.

“Mmmokay.” You sighed and nuzzled your pillow. “It better be a good breakfast, with lots of kisses.”

Logan chuckled and got up.

“All the kisses you want, my angel.”

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Hello! I got my friend to watch Hannibal with me. They commented that they were uncomfortable because they felt that the show pushed the notion that people with mental health issues are dangerous. I was wondering if you would like to discuss how mental health is handled in the show?

Criticism of media portrayals of mental illness comes from a misunderstanding of what representation actually means. When a TV show or film depicts a character with mental health issues as dangerous, it is not making a blanket statement that all mentally ill people are dangerous...it is simply exploring a real aspect of human psychology. While it is true that the majority of individuals with mental illnesses are not violent, it is also true that a significant number of violent crimes have been committed by individuals with untreated or severe mental disorders. To deny this reality is to ignore a crucial and often tragic aspect of mental health discourse.

The argument that showing mentally ill characters as dangerous reinforces stigma assumes that the media is creating this association out of nowhere. However, violent or erratic behavior caused by certain mental conditions is not a fictional construct, it is a well-documented reality. Disorders like schizophrenia with psychosis, untreated bipolar disorder in manic states, severe personality disorders, and dissociative disorders with aggressive alters have, in specific cases, contributed to acts of violence. This does not mean that every person with these disorders is violent, but it also does not mean that depicting the real cases where mental illness plays a role in crime is inherently harmful.

Is your friend also criticizing all shows who depict something negative?!

If a show portrays a serial killer with psychotic delusions, it is not saying that all people with psychosis are killers, it is portraying one possible outcome in an extreme case. Just as a show might depict a corrupt cop without implying that all cops are corrupt, or an abusive parent without implying that all parents are abusive, mental illness as a narrative element should not be seen as an accusation against every person who suffers from one.

Stigma does not come from representation, it comes from a lack of nuance in understanding that representation that your friend is a part of. A person who watches one depiction of a mentally ill criminal and assumes all mentally ill people are criminals is someone who already lacks critical thinking. The responsibility for that ignorance does not lie with the show: it lies with the individual who refuses to differentiate between fiction and general reality.

In fact, suppressing certain depictions of mental illness in media may actually do more harm than good. If stories only show mentally ill people as victims, misunderstood heroes, or entirely harmless individuals, it creates an incomplete and dishonest portrayal of reality. Some people do suffer from extreme cases of mental illness that lead to dangerous behavior, and pretending otherwise does a disservice to both mental health discourse and public safety.

It is not the job of media to sanitize reality to make people comfortable, it is the job of viewers to engage with media critically. A nuanced show does not simply present a mentally ill villain, it explores the complexities of their condition, the factors that led them there, and the impact of their actions. The presence of a dangerous mentally ill character in a story does not mean the work itself is stigmatizing, it is the way the audience interprets it that determines whether stigma is reinforced.

The stigma is perpetuated by those who refuse to think beyond surface-level portrayals. A well-written show that presents a mentally ill character who commits violence is not spreading misinformation, it is depicting one real possibility among many. The danger lies not in acknowledging that some mentally ill individuals can be dangerous, but in allowing ignorance to dictate how we interpret these portrayals.

[creative-frequency]

Lucanis Dellamorte x Reader: Late Nights & Delayed Confessions, pt.4

Summary: There is still only one bed. Part 4 of 5. Word count: 1691 Notes: Romantic tension resolved, mature content, you’re an Antivan Crow, no spoilers for Veilguard → Part 3 → My writing masterlist

He had called you ‘Fiore’.

Who had you been kidding, there was absolutely no way you could fall asleep next to Lucanis Dellamorte.

“Lucanis?” you murmured.

“...Sí?”

“I’m glad you got back safe,” you confessed. I’m glad I got you back safe. You had waited for days to say those words.

He was quiet for a long while and you started to think he had fallen asleep.

“Why?” he suddenly asked, voice a bit husky, but you couldn’t be sure since he was talking towards the wall. The warmth lingered.

“What do you mean ‘why’?”

“You assumed I was not going to return safely,” he clarified. “Why?”

“Oh.” You thought for three seconds how to spin the lie into a half-truth. “The rumours of a demon.”

The fact that he always knew when you were spinning a lie left a lingering, prickling sensation. Like you were on the precipice of being discovered. Weirdly, it didn’t bother you as much under the warmth of the shared blanket, your back against Lucanis’.

“I see,” he finally said quietly.

The bed dipped and shifted as Lucanis turned around, his face to your back. His light breaths fell across the back of your neck and made you shiver. 

Without a shred of reason left, you followed his example and turned around. In the dim light you were able to see the contours of his face as they distorted from a flat expression into a frown. His eyes were dark, undecided, as if he was standing in judgement for your deeds.

The bed didn’t allow for any extra room between you. Adjusting your limbs only caused your knees to bump against his and there was nowhere to place your arms. It was a disaster.

Lucanis followed every micro-motion as you tried to find a comfortable position while making sure you didn’t touch him.

“I’m sorry about this,” he said and hesitated. “I know you would’ve been more… comfortable with Illario here.”

You had to take an unnervingly long moment to process Lucanis’ apology.

“Then I would’ve likely had to stab him,” you uttered so fast it left you breathless.

“Mhm. Should I be worried for myself?” Lucanis hummed in question.

“I don’t know. Should you? I– sorry. You’re fine. This is just…” You had no idea what was coming out of your mouth. You still had too many arms, too much limbs, too many incomplete thoughts to fit into the narrow bed.

Lucanis’ eyes were still dark but also bright, curious and rueful. There was a spark, but it disappeared in a blink. Another reminder to yourself to never challenge him in Wicked Grace.

“Put your arm on me,” he urged softly.

You paused your fidgeting and looked into his eyes for a long while.

“Sorry. It’s a really narrow bed,” you murmured.

Tentative and shaking, you first placed your palm atop his waist. Then slid it further down, over to his backside while trying not to pull him closer for a more comfortable position. His shirt fabric was soft and light, not like the Antivan leathers he always wore. His scent was an inviting mix of clean and soothing, and it was emphasised by the dim room and warmth of the blanket.

Lucanis opened his mouth, closed it to swallow and then let out a long, careful sigh. It was like thunder in your ears as your pulse soared straight up to uncomfortable speed.

“Is this… is this alright?” you managed to ask, barely daring to breathe. Your arm on him weighed a ton and you didn’t think you could move it even if he asked you to.

“Mhm.”

Lucanis was looking intently at your face and the gaze made you want to keel over and sleep on the floor. It also made you want to nuzzle against his chest and inhale the scent on his shirt. The fabric crinkled softly under your grip.

“Are you… comfortable?” Lucanis asked in a breathy voice.

You managed a nod: “I’m sorry you had to–”

“Don’t.”

“What?”

“Don’t be sorry.”

You felt as Lucanis’ hand snaked up from under the blanket. His fingers gently caressed your cheek. They were trembling just enough to be noticeable. The tidal wave of warmth and excitement raced through you like a hefty dose of Antivan fire wine.

“Try to sleep now,” he spoke softly. 

You half-expected and half-hoped he would press a kiss on your forehead to accompany those words. Instead, he pulled away.

“You need to sleep too,” you argued.

The corner of his mouth tipped up just enough to be visible in the darkness.

“I’ll try if you try,” he whispered, “But I doubt I can.”

You didn’t want to sleep. You didn’t want this moment, this peace and warmth, to end. You wanted Lucanis to touch your cheek again. Wanted his hand on your shoulder or hip, or anywhere on your exposed skin.

“Do you want to tell me why?” you asked, matching the soft whisper of his.

“Hm. The hour is so late for an argument.”

You stayed silent for a moment.

“So it’s my fault? You’re the one who volunteered!”

His smile grew up a notch. “See? And you insisted on this arrangement without warning me first.”

Your brows furrowed in thought. “What did you need to be warned of?”

“You,” he replied simply.

That one word made your world pause for an eternity. Then it sped up to catch up with the lost time.

Your breaths became short.

Lucanis’ fingers touched your shoulder so tenderly that it ached, then he slid it down over the arm still resting atop him, to your waist and finally stopped at the sliver of heated, exposed skin between your shirt and pants.

You shivered and tried to draw in the sweet air from the inches between your faces, but your body wasn’t functioning.

Lucanis’ half-hooded gaze dropped down to your slightly parted lips.

“You’re more dangerous than I ever realised.”

He leaned in, closer and closer. You leaned forward and pulled at his waist, scrunching the shirt fabric into your fist.

“Lucanis, I-”

“Cara…”

For a heady eternity, you felt his breaths, felt how tense his body was, how his fingertips trembled just a little on your skin.

Your lips made contact, so careful and gentle, feeling and prodding as if to test whether this was something you both really wanted.

The realisation of just how much you wanted this, and had been wanting for a long time, was dazzling.

You pulled apart, then reached back for more. Heat surged into your belly and you hummed into the kiss, content and needing more. Lucanis’ palm splayed over your hip and continued its caressing trek under your shirt.

Then you remembered: You had kissed that night on the balcony. It had been hot and wild – a surrogate function to processing the underlying, quiet pain and guilt, and a desperate attempt at feeling good. There had not been much good in a young Crow’s life at that time.

You pulled Lucanis even closer, turning onto your back so he would be on top of you. His knee pushed between your thighs and his lips travelled along your jawline while you gasped for the sweet air. You were so warm. He was so warm. And he was the only thing and everything; the one person filling your world. The only one you wanted and needed, but you also had to know.

“Ah, Lucanis… that night on the balcony…”

His lips never paused as he hummed in confirmation.

“I’m sorry I never brought it up,” you said breathily.

Another kiss. A thoughtful tilt of his head.

“Then why did you now?”

“Mm… I had… forgotten.” It was difficult to form sentences when his mouth travelled across your shoulder, following his hand that was pulling your loose shirt collar down. It felt so much better than any reverie of him doing just this.

“My memory isn’t exactly pristine on that night either,” Lucanis chuckled.

You laughed, weak and ragged. “Then I guess we better make some new ones tonight.”

A smile pressed against your collarbone. “Hm, a sound idea.”

He trailed kisses across your exposed neck and you arched for the touch. Your hands caressed his back and easily found their way under his loose shirt. His scent and touch were intoxicating. His weight on you felt better than anything you could ever have.

“I need you to tell me to stop if you don’t want this,” Lucanis murmured against your lips.

“I want this, Lucanis.” A kiss, three, ten. So deep, passionate and driven by instinct that your head started to spin and your heart ached. Your fingers brushed his dark hair. “I just wanted you back… needed to see that you were alright. I never…”

You could just barely see Lucanis’ eyes gazing into yours. Your lips were tingling with pleasure. Every breath was as sweet as honey and vanilla.

“I want to take you to a proper dinner,” Lucanis said in a husky voice. “I want to do this the right way with you.”

As you lay there, staring into the eyes of the man you had loved for an eternity and feeling his weight and lingering kisses, your heart was about to burst.

You were so torn between wanting to have that romantic courtship including gondola rides, roses and private dances in the moonlight, and wanting to tear his clothes off and riding him until you were both sweaty and spent.

“When we get back to Treviso tomorrow,” Lucanis began and swallowed. He pulled back a little and you felt it was to restrain himself from the same desires that you had in mind. The heat and lust in his dark eyes made you dizzy.

“Yes?”

“I hope you’ll have an opening in your schedule for me.”

A fluttering, tingling sensation overwhelmed you for a second; Lucanis really wanted to continue this – whatever this was.

“I’ll make even two for you,” you promised.

“Generous.”

Lucanis smiled and even in the darkness it lit your whole existence like the sun had been brought into the room. He reached in for another kiss.

-

→ Part 5

[mochie85]

20 Questions

These Wicked Games Collection | Complete Masterlist

Summary: You wake up in Loki's bed the morning after as you try to ascertain exactly what is going on between you and the seductive god. A/N: This follows The Chase. This is also for @sarahscribbles Birthday Celebration. Happy Birthday, my love. I'm sorry this was late. I used one of your fluff prompts and made it dirty 😆🤭. "Are you really so oblivious?" Suggested Song: "Wicked Games" by Kiana Ledé (video after fic) Word Count: Over 1.9K Pairing: Loki x Female Reader Warnings: Smut; fingering, P in V, Oral.

“Oh, pet. Is all this for me?” Loki growled appreciatively. He swiped his fingers through your folds causing you to whimper at his cold touch. He flicked your sensitive bud as he captured your lips in a heated kiss.

You could feel him, but it wasn’t enough. You held on tighter, wanting him closer. You ran your fingers through his curls and held on to his face as you met his lips with a passion of your own.

“I could get used to this every morning,” he said as he inserted two of his fingers inside your eager pussy making you moan into his mouth. “Waking up with you next to me. Wet and ready.” He began rimming his fingers around as he rubbed your nub with his thumb. “Would you like that, darling?”

“…Loki…” you whimpered, and your brows furrowed. But the feeling was…incomplete. You felt empty. Starved for his touch. You wanted to feel him closer to you. You writhed your hips, edging him to go deeper as he inserted a third finger inside you.

“I can make you scream every morning,” he exhaled, grinding his hips along with his fingers.

“Yes Loki, please!” You moaned out loud.

The sound of your loud moans woke you from your own slumber. Your consciousness slammed back into your body, waking you up from your delicious dream.

You turned over to find Loki hovering above you. His eyes gleamed with promise as he kissed his way down to the valley of your breast. You felt your legs forcefully widen as Loki separated your knees and positioned himself in between them.

Your thighs ached from last night. The spreader bar Loki used prevented you from closing them completely leaving you in an uncomfortable position.  “Loki,” you moaned.

“I woke up to the most wonderful noise this morning,” he teased as he licked and nipped the underside of your breasts, heading towards your navel. His lips were soft and plush. His hands were warm as they rested on your abdomen, keeping you pinned to the bed. “You were saying my name. Chanting it even. And I had yet to touch you.” His fingers dug into your supple thighs. “Wider,” he commanded, and you obeyed, without demur, feeling the soreness spread throughout your legs.

“Good girl,” he praised. You could feel his hot breath on you. Every word he spoke sent a vibration to your core. His tongue would lash out and just miss your sensitive nub, teasing you with every syllable out of his mouth.

It felt like your dream. His presence surrounded you but still, you wanted more. “…Loki…” you whined softly.

“Hmm. That’s exactly what you sounded like. What were you dreaming about, precious?”

“I…umh…” you stuttered as Loki’s lips hovered over your dripping cunt. He made it so impossible to think. Especially so soon after waking up. “Loki. No.”

“No? Would you like me to stop?” To his credit, he did stop, waiting for your reply.

“Yes!...No! No…don’t stop!”

“That’s my girl,” He turned his attention back to your thighs as he watched you fall further into your desire. His eyes were clear and bright as he made a show of biting you and then sticking his tongue to soothe the bruise that will show there eventually.

“I just…mmhmm…you said you would answer my questions this morning!” And you know you wouldn’t get any of them answered if he continued the way he was.

“Of course, my dear. You can ask me anything. Go ahead.” He held your eyes calculatedly as he licked one strong stripe up your lips and flicked your sensitive bundle of nerves. “…If you can,” he grinned.

The sight of his messy curls in between your legs sparked a wave of arousal inside you. Your body betrayed you as he teased you mercilessly and aggressively. His soft lips sucked and parted on your skin. His tongue licked around your sex, making you dizzy and needy.

“I can’t answer until you ask a question, love,” he rumbled, trying to get your mind to focus.

“I…mmhmm…Loki,” you mewled as he took another strong lick up your folds. “I can’t think when you’re…”

“That’s the game, darling.”

“You and your games!” you tried to protest but Loki latched his lips around your sensitive bud causing you to scream out loud.

“Ask!” he growled into your dripping cunt as he pulled you closer to his mouth.

You released the deep breath you held and gave in. His grip on your thighs and the promise of his tongue made you squeeze internally. “Fine! You-you said…hmm…”

“Hmm…what did I say, dearest?” he whispered as he ran his tongue over the hood of your clit.

“You said you liked me?”

“Yes.” Loki nodded his head. His nose brushed up against your sensitive nerve as he answered, making you squirm underneath him.

“H-how long?”

“Ah, ah, ah. My turn. And you still haven’t answered my first question,” he sighed naughtily. “What were you dreaming about?” He nuzzled against your heated skin, made sensitive by his dangerous mouth. He held his face upward, waiting for your answer. You tried to lift your hips to get in contact with his wicked tongue, but his arms held you down firmly. “My needy girl. Answer the question and I’ll be merciful.”

“I-I…my dream was a-bout you,” you whined. He smiled and dipped his head against your aching pussy, kissing it as if it were your mouth. You bit your lips at the sensation. “How long?” you asked him.

“Clever girl. Now you’re getting it,” he commended through your heady moans. “Since the first moment, I saw you.” He answered your question.

Loki flexed his jaw. His voice sent tiny vibrations to your already sensitive cunt. Loki nudged his nose up again, positioning his mouth over your sex. “What was I doing in your dream?” he asked before he took another strong lick up your folds.

“Ahhm-m. Me.” You yelled out grabbing the pillow by your head. “You were doing me.”

“What was I doing to you in your dream?” he asked cheekily.

You bit your lip and pushed his head down onto your dripping cunt, making him kiss you and suck on you. “No, no,” you teased. “It’s my turn to ask the question,” you said breathlessly. Loki chuckled at your confidence. He obliged by closing his eyes and moaning his praise into your dripping sex.

“Fuck, Loki. I’m so…”

“Ask!” he growled.

“Me? Me… Why me?” you panted.

“Are you really so oblivious?” he asked.

“That counts as your next question.” You laughed. “You’ve asked me two and I haven’t gotten answers to mine yet! You scoundrel!” Loki sucked on your clit hard as a warning, making you scream out from the slight pain. His tongue soothed and caressed it while his lips latched onto the surrounding folds making you buck into his face.

You both grew impatient. You didn’t think you could last any more questions with him constantly attacking you like he did.

Loki growled. His fervor and desire ruling all rational thought. “I love that you’re intelligent,” he said as he flattened out his tongue and lapped the juices flowing from your cunt.

“…Loki…”

“I love how clever you are.” He said giving your sensitive clit a soft kiss. “I love how you’re willing to play my games.” He laughed as he kissed his way up your stomach.

He knelt up on the bed, towering over your lustful figure beneath him. His eyes were wild taking in your heavy breathing. Your glowing skin. And how utterly besotted you were when you looked at him.

Your eyes were hooded and pleading, missing his tongue. Your mouth was open, ready to beg him to continue.

“And by the Norns, you look absolutely sinful laying on my bed the way you are now.” He lined his hard cock at your entrance and slammed his way inside your tight folds.

Both of you cried at the feeling of finally being joined together. “You beautiful creature.” He said taking himself out and drilling back in. “…unnh… The way you look at me,” he grunted. “The way you moan for me. The way you call out my name.”

His thrusts started getting faster and faster. He lifted your hips and sat them on top of his thighs. The new angle and position allowed him to go deeper and harder. Fucking up into your tight cunt.

His hands held your waist down as he used you as leverage to thrust deeper and deeper inside you. “Come for me, darling. I love the way you look when you come for me,” he said with eyes slanted and his mouth ready to scream his release.

You obeyed. The breathless tightening of your muscles, balling up inside you. The definitive explosion of your desire released itself through your screaming of his name. You gripped the sheets next to you. Your walls spasmed around his large girth as he moaned out your name and fell into his own release.

After his breathing evened, Loki chuckled and crawled his way up to you. He laid beside you, turning your body towards him as he held you in his embrace. “Was that anything like your dream?” he smiled.

You reached for his face to pull him closer to you. You could taste yourself on his lips as you kissed him zealously. Your fingers pulled his hair, making him moan and hold you tighter. “This was better than my dream.”

“Tell me what happened, and I’ll make your dreams come true.”

You giggled at his cheesy line. “Is that one of your questions?”

“No more questions,” he said. “I haven’t the patience for them when you’re already wrapped in my arms.”

“Can I ask one more, then? Just one?”

“What do you want to know?” he said scooting closer to you.

“What is this? Between us? What are we?”

“That’s three questions.” He taunted. “This is a very good morning...A very. Good. Morning.” He said flicking your hardened nipple with his thumb. “Between us is a mutual attraction that I’d like to explore further. And as to what we are…What do you want us to be?”

You didn’t know how to answer that question. You’ve slept with each other twice now. You didn’t want to sound desperate and clingy and say that you wanted an exclusive relationship. But you also didn’t know how deep this attraction between the two of you was. Was it just earth-shattering sex? Can the two of you get along without it?

“Stop thinking.” He said, noticing your silence and worried look.

“I wanna know how you really feel about me.”

“I think I just told you while I made you scream out my name.” he teased. You recounted what he said. You were clever and intelligent. He loved that you were willing to play his games with him.

“Is this all just a game to you, then?”

“No. What made you think that?” You started to get up from his bed, detangling yourself from his embrace. He doesn’t love you. Of course, he doesn’t. He just wanted a toy. Someone new to play with. “Why? Why come into my room last night?! Why seek me out then?” Loki’s voice grew angrier and louder as he watched you get dressed.

The blissful moment that you both shared just moments ago shattered into pieces. “It was a mistake. I shouldn’t have come.”

“A mistake?” Loki looked hurt and angry. You put on your clothes that were neatly laid out on his table. You couldn’t get out of his room fast enough. “Fine. We all learn from our mistakes. This will never happen again.”

You opened his door and yelled, “Fine!”

“Fine!” he yelled back as you slammed his door closed, leaving him to seethe in his pain.

⬅️The Chase | Truth or Dare➡️

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[mistressloki900]

This is messy – like very messy. It’s a brain dump on rarepair viktorxsilco a.k.a VILCO.

Viktor is a trans male with secondary cat gender so of course Silco will call him kitten.

Silco is a Cis male with secondary mutt (dog) gender.

Warning – this is incomplete and has sexual content mentioned but nothing to explicit.

Silco was a man who was soaked in blood, from head to toe and to the depths of his soul. Murder and a drug empire didn't leave room for any kinder responses. His days and nights were full of darkness and cunning and sleeping on the edge without a hint of peace. As a mutt shifter, he was known as the top dog in the lanes, his cruelty knew no bounds.

So why, why was it when he met with councilman Talis a fellow mutt shifter, silco was attracted to a scent he knew didn't belong to the councilman, it was too sweet for the dog. In the next meeting he realizes why, the co-creater of hex tech a fellow zaunite named Viktor was a cat shifter with golden eyes and a mop of brown hair. Silco tried not to breath to deeply when those golden eyes looked at him. A spark igniting the darkness that enveloped his life. Viktor's presence was disarming, and in the chaos of Silco’s world, this unexpected attraction felt like a betrayal. The scent of the cat shifter lingered in the air, intoxicatingly sweet, provoking a curiosity that Silco had long buried beneath layers of violence and ambition.

In public meeting Viktor was cautious in his tone, how much space he filled and even keeping his natural cat instincts in check. Silco hated it. He was mutt and had no problem snarling and baring his teeth and taking up space showing dominance. Others tried to act tough in his presence and he put them right down. Viktor was more of a timid kitten than anything.

One of his subordinates winked at Viktor and before the next meeting silco had he removed as he saw how it made Viktor tense. Golden eyes looked at him realization and silco did his best to ignore the cat. Councilman Talis was also always near Viktor and that caused silco to grit his teeth. Though the dog was affectation Viktor never purred or nuzzled which was common for cats and silco found himself longing for the kitten to show something more than the careful reserve he maintained. The council meetings droned on, filled with discussions of trade routes and faction alliances, yet Silco found it impossible to concentrate on anything other than the contract of tension that hung in the air between him and Viktor.

*This where I have trouble thinking of an argument between viktor and silco AND/OR silco showing a hint of possession when Jayce puts his hand on Viktors shoulder or something like that.

Viktor was absent from the next meeting and the one after that. It was the dead of night and silco was pacing feeling like the caged dog he was. Growling and snarling to himself to calm down as time passed. Finally something in him snapped and he made his way to the bridge in the cover of darkness.

Once there he snarled and brided his contacts at the bridge and had one of them give him viktors address. Like a homeless mutt he walked through the streets until he reached the apartment complex which to his surprise had no locked security. Viktor lived on the ground floor at the end.

Silco knocked, nothing-no response. Silco was a dog and he knew it. So he picked the lock and then was kind enough to lock the door behind him once inside. He was struck in the face by the sweetest smell. Groaning aloud he made eye contact with a sweaty golden eyed kitten who was in heat in the middle of the living room.

"Do you have an idea how fucking easy it was to get in here?" He growled.

Viktor hissed and weakly threw a pillow at him.

"Really kitten?"

Viktor told him to shut up and if Silco wasn't here to screw him silly then the dog needs to leave.

Without even taking off his coat and shoes silco went to Viktor. The kitten was on his back and elbows, bare as cats in heats were known to raise body temperatures. Viktor mewls and spread his thighs and like a dog on a bone Silco was there. His kitten purred and mewls and let out all the sounds silcos been craving.

Silco's coat snagged slightly against Viktor's skin, but that didn’t matter—his heart raced as he pressed their bodies together. The kitten beneath him responded immediately, mewling and arching into him, every sound eliciting something protective and primal from within Silco. He relished it—a deep, rumbling growl emanating from his throat as if proclaiming this moment. Silco thought Viktor was beautiful like this – needy and all sounds.

His kitten mewls and meows and purrs and scratches and silco was like the wild dog he was and his kitten relished in it as they moved in harmony togthere. Silco mocks about kittens letting strays in and his kitten clutches at him.

Viktor became a symphony of sounds and movements, the air thick with the musky scent of desire. Each mewl and purr escaped his lips like an invitation, wrapping around Silco's senses and coaxing out the wild instinct that lay just beneath the surface. Silco relished the way Viktor scratched gently at his shoulders, playful yet filled with urgency, every touch igniting an electric thrill that coursed through his veins.

He couldn’t help himself—there was nothing more intoxicating than the connection they were forging in this intimate chaos. It was as if they were two halves of a whole, moving in perfect synchronization as they danced on the precipice of something beautiful and reckless.

“Look at you,” Silco chuckled, a teasing smirk grazing his lips. “Here I am, a stray wandering into your cozy little home, and what do you do? You open the door without a second thought, like a good little kitten.” His voice dripped with mockery, but he couldn’t deny the satisfaction that swelled within him, thrilled by the irony of it all.

Viktor's response was a soft hiss, his golden eyes sparkling with mischief.

Silco is teasing and his kitten hisses and mewls and viktor tells silco to “be a good dog”. Silco smiles as he bites the inside of Viktors thighs where he's nestled and his kitten scratches his hair with a tug and hisses and silco delights in the pull.

His kitten mewls and nips (really bites his bottom lip) between kisses – not that silco minds, his a street dog whose hand plenty of fights.

Cue intimate scene –

His kitten called him a “such a good dog” as silco moved and silco grunts and tells his kitten he should have never fed a stray and now silco will have to keep coming back for scrapes and his kitten purrs, starches and arches against him. Silco threatens coming back every night just to knot and Viktor says something indecent.

Silco mocks his kitten for letting the stray dog in, the wild one that holds on tight to their bone and his kitten lets out the longest mewls. Viktor says something mean about stray dogs sniffing around in the first place.

Silco knots and his kitten groans and purrs at the stretch clearly in a daze as they both try to catch their breath.

End intimate scene –

Still knotted togthere his kitten admits to not being with a dog before. Usually fellow cats, but this with silco was so much better. Silco chuckles in viktors ear where he's cradling him from behind as they're both laying on their sides. Mocks about greedy kittens.

His kitten mewls and swats at the silcos hand that was tracing patterns on his tummy and retorts how he'll have to train silco but then has Silco continue the mindless patterns on is tummy as if he didn’t just swat the mutts hand.

When silco meant every night, he meant every night.

Like a dog wondering the streets for a home he always ended up at his kittens apartment. His kitten said he wasn't a stray anymore as he was given a set of keys. Silco felt warm when Viktor gave it to him. Silco was currently showing his kitten how wild dogs do it as a thank you.

Good doggy his kitten purred, silco snarled and bared teeth and his kitten laughed breathlessly and nuzzled his neck.

Silco kept coming back and calling his cat greedy. Each time he came there were new surprises, larger clothes to fit silco, cigars he liked, more snack items and the whiskey he preferred. Silco started leaving a spare coat and few shirts as he knows his kitten sniffs it when he's not around. Silco didn't want to talk about how having a clear place for him was making him feel, though his kitten was smart and was sure they probably figured it out. His kitten was purring and mewls and kissing silco and nipping in between kisses when his kitten asked him to stay the night. The thought of leaving his scent all of the bed did something to silco. So like a dog he grabbed at his kitten and took him to bed.

His kitten had him on the comforter, the sheets and the pillows and silco would be lying if he didn't like the fact that he was leaving his scent around. His kitten purred and slicked for him on command and silco groaned and laughed wickedly before his kitten swatted at him in mock offensive. Silco growled and showed his kitten why he was the top dog in the lanes, of course his kitten just purred and meows in a happy daze.

They were eating breakfast and his kitten was sitting on the counter while silco sipped coffee. The morning was oddly domestic but silco didn't mind the calm before the storm. The undercity was known for its cruelty and darkness and silco ruled out it. His thoughts were interrupted when his kitten says he wants a date. Silco is quick to say strays don't date. His kitten is quick with his retort about strays breaking in and marking their territory which silco smiles with teeth toward him.

Silco didn't know how to date, his kitten seemed to not mind. But silco also knew his kitten deserved better. So the next night he came, he came with a secret. Growing up before becoming a crime lord, times were simple and silco use to be a good dog who knew how to draw but street fights and dog fights lead him to where he is. He had his kitten strip and sit on the coffee table. Silco sat cross legged before his kitten and with body paint drew from his kittens hips to the inside of his thigh, to his knee. Telling his kitten stories about almost becoming a tattoo artist. His kitten watched him with golden eyes and purrs the whole time.

His kitten skin was warm and soft, nothing like silcos rough edges. The paint gliding across Viktor’s heated flesh as his kitten purred and let out little mewls when the brush ticked his skin. Once finished, silco kissed the painted knee and looked at his kitten from there. His kitten looked soft, with bright eyes and shallow breathes. He looked at silco like silco was everything and silco didn't know what to do with that.

He blew on the painted flesh and saw how it made Viktor shiver.

Touch yourself he commanded

his kitten was a tease. Shaking his head no and nipping toward him. Silco raised a brow and flicked the heated spaced between his kittens legs that silco could see was damp. His kitten hissed gently and silco chucked.

Silco wakes up to his kitten watching him and nuzzling into his neck. Viktor wants to know if silco can come around more, but knows he's a crime lord, so maybe Viktor could move closer to silco to make it easier. Silco frozen, because his kitten was so kind, so vulnerable and silco knew the type of man he was. The dangers, the murder the dawn factories he had, silco pecked his kitten and quickly threw on clothes and leaving a bewildered kitten behind.

He didn't go back for a week and viktor didn't come to the appointed  meeting between the council and Silco’s people. Silco overheard Councilor Talis talking to viktor on phone. Calling his kitten by a nickname and saying he'll give him notes later and silco wanted to snarl, to growl to attack the smaller breed though. The councilman was large in size but ailco knew he would win a fight. He was feeling territorial and the councilman was another dog sniffing around his territory.

Silco hears Talis say that if viktor isn't home he can use his emergency keys and just leave them anyway. Silco holds back a snarled and manages to wait till the end of the meeting. He waits for the cover of night to sneak back to his kittens apartment and hopes like any stray that the doors are still open and the scraps are still there.

Silco makes it in the apartment and finds a sad tired looking kitten on the couch. They stare at each other for a moment before his kitten calls him a bad dog.

Silco doesn't say anything and when he does he says something stupid "Talis has emergency keys".

His kitten hisses and says how Talis doesn't fuck him and then leave. Silco presses his lips togthere.

“Do you want to come back?” his kitten asks, “do you want a home or would you prefer to continue being a stray.”

Silco looks at him and knows his face says it all.

“Be a good dog and crawl over” his kitten says.

Silco looks incredulously, he's a crime lord, a top dog - his kitten interrupts his thought process

“You want me to be your kitten, give you place in my heart, my body and bed - then you need to stop being a stray and apologize for the way you left.”

 Fuck silco thinks, fuck - as a weight somehow leaves his body and soul and without even removing his coat and shoes crawls to his kitten for forgiveness

Once close his kitten reached out and palmed the scared half of his face and said “good doggy” while looking in each other's eyes.

Silco breathed through his nose.

“We'll start slow” his kitten says, “now fuck me like you mean it and actually missed me” his kitten purred. Silco growled and showed his kitten how dogs do it after a fight with all that lingering energy.

Hey had his kitten against the wall, legs wrapped around his waist as they moved togthere and his kitten threw his head back exposing his  neck. Silco admits to missing his kitten and his kitten tells him to go harder.

Silco mocks his kitten about giving keys to every stray dog and his kitten pulls his hair.

Groaning silco knotted his kitten who slicked and purred at the stretch that now tied them togthere. Silco was taking gasping breathes feeling like some type of damn broke in him. His kitten petted his hair and said that silco leaving like that hurt. Silco apologies and admits he was scared. His kitten purrs and nuzzled his neck and said Talis is a liar cause  after silco first break in Viktor had the locks changed and silco laughs a belly laugh that his kitten smiled at. When his knot came down silco laid his kitten belly down in bed and painted his back using the paint he left last time. His kitten purred contently.

Silco kissed and painted his kitten reverently and his kitten sighed. I can buy a closer apartment or you could simply move in with me Silco says. His kitten peaked over his shoulder at him. Since last week silco was looking at townhouses and which one would suit both of them.

Silco stayed the night and the next day took his kitten to the townhouse he was eyeing. Viktor was looking around and was now standing in a huge sunroom, an extension to the original townhouse. More than big enough for plants and art canvases and maybe a cot for a kitten to have midday naps in the sun. Silco was quite, he was use to being a mean dog and a crime lord. Not whatever new thing he had going on with his kitten. It was soft and light and his kitten was offering to create a home with him. Viktor with his golden eyes smiled at him and sid he liked it. Silco let out a breath and his kitten walked up to him and nuzzled his neck. Silco gripped his waist and held the other man close. His kitten tells him his heat is coming up and he wants simco there. Silco groans.

Heats for cats were different than ruts for dogs. They lasted days and the those with cat secondary gender were in a lust induced haze, they tried to keep to themselves which could be dangerous or they allow an extremely trustworthy partner to be there. His kitten was asking him to be there, to take care of him while he vulnerable. Silco groaned as his natural dog instincts roared up, wanting to sniff and guard and mark it's territory.

His kitten nuzzled into his neck more and nipped and licked. Silco his kitten purrs his name. His kitten lets out a meow when silco growls a rumble deep in his chest. I can't be gentle he grunts, his kitten nips and says good, he doesn't want his dog gentle.

Silco buys the house, and with a mattress and candles and an abundance of pillows and blankets in the sunroom they have viktors kitten heat in their home. His kitten was gorgeous preening on the mattress in their new home surrounded by pillows and blankets and candle lights.

This is where it ends cause for the life of me, I can’t figure out an ending or a conflict. I know its filled with errors as again it was a massive brain dump to just get it out of my head.

I would still love feedback though – thank you

[guardian5tiger3]

Tarot pick a group ....

Anything that comes up.

1. 2. 3.

One

You guys are what people call lovers of life. A lot of you are really into some form or forms of art. A lot of you are really wise, open minded , really psychedelic type of individuals know it or not. You have a fresh way of looking at things a lot of the time and other people may feel that way about you all. You're definitely something a lot of people and really what the world needs . It's like you would be something missing and things would be incomplete without your uniqueness. :)

Oddly I got something about fried food maybe some of you work in a restaurant but really I'm getting the energy that you should treat yourself like you love yourself and fuel yourself with love when it comes to anything you take in and just generally the energy you put yourself in and feel. I'm picking up a really light nice energy. So I'm getting a quote from Alan Watts . Oddly I can't find the quote I'm thinking of .. but I saw one that said " waking up to who you are requires letting go of who you imagine yourself to be. "

I seriously can't find the quote some of you should look into Alan Watts and what he talks about. Generally, though, I'm getting you're searching for something maybe consciously or unconsciously and the universe wants to motivate you to continue to do that and I'm feeling a lot of refreshing energy, so if you open yourself up and allow any energy the universe is trying to gift you that. I heard "a peace of mind" and felt in my third eye really calm. And I see a bird with its wings open now. So there's some information or knowledge or wisdom or something and you will find it just stay on the path that you're on and focus on any good vibes around and within you. Spring time also is looking good for you guys a few of you might be moving also seeing about someone adopting a dog if you thought about that this is saying you should or maybe you already know you're gonna idk. For most of you though look forward to spring I see seeds you planted growing metaphorically which is totally with the season, and good surprises and just really good happy fun light energy. Especially!!! If the winter was kind of rough. Even if you just didn't have fun with the weather if you live where it snows. Or any personal struggles with that being a metaphor for that, I saw a heavy snowstorm, so , yeah. :)

Two

I've been getting a lot of weather symbolism so far and I saw like a rain storm for you all. I also got two cards about conflict, in general. So if you can relate to any tense , irritating energy, anything negative going on this is for you . Even just negative vibes especially with other people or for some living situations even for someone something to do with a kid in your life so it really depends and of course is gonna be specific for everyone what it might be. Seems like you've been trying to stay stable and "hold your own" best you can while also trying to go with the flow in terms of regulating your emotions according to the situation at hand. I just got three nines in a row, 999. That can tell you this is all coming to an end around this time or soon ok. Really picking up queen energy too ..? This is kind of strange but I'm picking up on the energy of treasure like you'll have a surprise or gift or something good from the universe like a present cause of this stuff and just y'all being good people thru this stuff and everything as best you can and being very stable for the circumstances or in general, but I initially got it worded and presented like, treasure. Like pirates or something which is funny cuz I just got a pirate sword tattoo haha. I'm also channeling old cartoons for some reason, like Tom and Jerry specifically, the old ones, like when you were a kid chilling Sunday morning watching the cartoons with your bowl of cereal or whatever. That's a vibe a lot of people share having to be able to experience. I rocked with wacky races and Scooby Doo lol. Among others ..Maybe something you're manifesting now goes all the way back to your childhood, somehow that's a hint. I'm also getting candy and heard sweettooth y'all better be careful with all that or find alternatives so to not damage your teeth ok. And if any of you are eating cuz you're bored ok straight up I heavily got play video games lol. I can relate to that. Also going for walks. Some of you need to drink cold water and make sure you're focusing on hygiene in any way. And for anyone feeling like life is bleak or boring or whatever or unexcited I would say stick to a routine and keep yourself busy for now, things always change no matter what that's a rule of life, and something might come to you one day that's a good idea for something to do, a new adventure, hobby, maybe you volunteer somewhere cool or anything really, it seems like you'll just have an idea eventually.

Three

39, 41,14,13 ,15 all might be significant. Maybe something about math and how math works.....? Wtf... Ok....y'all might talk about the matrix or get references to that. Also a lot about nature especially.... During the day. Also about camping. And ....parks? Depends on who you are. Andddd 16. Right I don't know if this all adds up to something or what I've never been super great at math so... Or maybe something is straight up building up to something ...? Lol. Lot of riddle like energy in this. I got humpty Dumpty . Y'all WTF is this . ? This is so specific and doesn't make a lot of sense to me but what I just channeled was like a group of people or at least two chilling like campfire vibes and sharing something to smoke and just hanging out kinda..... Idk if you want a time like that you can manifest it or some of you already have vibed like that idk. Cuz I saw multiple instances around a campfire and not but mainly at night or in the afternoon ,also sitting on steps outside. I guess you guys in your lives right now it's a lot about synchronicities and ... Going with the flow...? I keep picking up on Dora. The explorer. Anyway y'all seem like ok if your lives are all stories at the end of the day and you're in the middle of your journey but it's like a dope journey ,like embrace whatever adventures you're on and all the obstacles you face cause you have a destiny at the end of it. And by end I don't mean the end end I mean once you meet the ending of this your life will go on, after the happy ending (didn't mean to say happy ending but I added happy. :) . ).... Are you guys just confused in life cause I couldn't tell you what any of this means but hey if it resonates than I guess this is your confirmation youre on the right path.

I'm really picking up that the amount of fun you have at this point in your life at any given moment is mostly up to you. I think there's some points in time in the past and future that are destined to be certain vibes. Like looking at the stars or you have a altercation with someone or whatever you know but , I heard "in the meantime" like, for most of the time you can kind of decide to have fun, make things fun, you're free to do whatever you want. Some of you need to hear and absorb that. You are free. So make the most of that. Whatever you feel in any given moment.

Also , in the meantime is a song by spacehog, me being me I'd say listen to the whole album it has a few of my favorite songs on there personally, but yeah that's a great song so I do personally recommend it , too. Also I heard space song, space, traveler. Maybe I'm picking up on song names and don't know. I know space song is obviously a song but idk about traveler or space so idk. If you know a song like with those words it's significant. For some reason I wanna say, have a good day, lol. I hope this makes sense if it was meant for you. :) . Y'all definitely get a happy ending. So worry less and enjoy the moment it couldn't be more clear to me if you resonate with any of this, you definitely get a happy ending and it'll all be more than ok. Just roll with it. ;) 💗

[fuji-sen]

hi you don't have to do this if you're not comfortable with it but i saw requests are open. for context my mom passed away in the hospital last night, she was really sick her liver stopped working and my brother and sister made the decision to pull everything and let her die peacefully since we were told there was no way she could be saved at this point and the only alternative was to just wait for her to go into cardiac arrest, when she died i cried really loudly for a really long time, it happened so fast she was only hospitalized for two nights and ever since it happened i've been having thoughts of not continuing in a world without her since i lived with her 24/7 and we did everything together, and xiao and capitano are my comfort characters so i was wondering if i could maybe request a one-shot with one of them comforting the reader after the loss of a loved one? again if you're not comfortable writing about that particular topic you don't have to

Comfort among kindred spirits

content warning: grieving over a loss loved one, death, grief, sadness, angst with fluff, gender neutral reader (you pronoun). either be modern au or in teyvat au, anything in ( ) means that you chose between either of the two, its related to either modern world or teyvat,

character: Xiao / Alatus (featuring Ganyu, Zhongli, Venti)

author's note: I'm sorry this was later than I wanted, and I'm sorry for your loss. I know this might not replicate what you are truly feeling right now, but I hope it comforts you even just a bit. I'm also sorry I couldn't do a oneshot, but I hope the length of these headcanons would be enough.

🍃 it felt so sudden, it wasn't something you could have ever prepared before. they did not die of old age or of natural causes, but they were in so much pain that the only thing that could be done was give them the release of death, a decision that slowly ruined you.

🍃 you felt numb, like a piece of your heart had been taken leaving you incomplete. you often find yourself spacing out, tears escaping your eyes. Sometimes you were in your bed, unable to find the strength to get up, and often times you were just on the ground in front of the tombstone that had the name of your loved one.

🍃 you felt lose, not knowing how to carry on with your daily routines without them, with the knowledge that they wouldn't be their for you, physically at least.

🍃 your feelings began to grow worse as thoughts of leaving the world you inhabit began to fester, your eyes would stray towards the kitchen knife, or (maybe the passing vehicles or the restless mobs).

🍃 ". . ." you stared into sharp golden eyes, no wait, they weren't as sharp as usual, they didn't carry the edge the last yaksha usually had, his eyes were not glaring daggers at anyone. instead they were soft, soft like honey, warm and sweet.

🍃 Xiao looked at you, a husk of who you were once were. You hadn't been taking care of yourself. He knew it, you knew it, everyone knew it. Your hair was messy, you were skinnier than before, you smelled, it broke his heart to see you like this, neglecting yourself and letting yourself wither away.

🍃 He knew that no amount of words could soothe the pain in your heart, it was something that you had to go through alone and come to accept. He was speaking from experience after all.

🍃 Even if he wanted to, he could not take away the pain, all he could do was support you and help you gain closure.

🍃 If you were your usual self, you'd probably be surprised to find Xiao moving into your home. He occupied the homy couch in the living room, and from then your routine changed.

🍃 you used to spend your days in bed or in front of their gravestone. you didn't bother with cooking or cleaning as usual, you walked aimlessly here to there, and there to here.

🍃 but Xiao changed that, the day after he moved in, you find yourself waking up to the smell of some delicious food and a clean home. The wet tissues were in the bin, the fridge was cleared of any spoiled foods and replaced with new groceries, groceries he didn't charged you for.

🍃 you rubbed your stomach that grumbled pathetically,, you licked your lips as you sat down at his guidance. That was the first home cooked meal you had for a long while, and it brought you to tears.

🍃 Xiao planned to help you get back on your feet, but he couldn't do everything. So he asked his friends and family for help, it was Ganyu who helped with bathing you, it was also her who helped with doing the laundry of your delicates.

🍃 He had even asked Zhongli for advice, the man after all was a pool of infinite wisdom. Xiao couldn't be too forceful, he had to let you grieve while also stopping you from neglecting yourself.

🍃 It was Xiao who grabbed your hand first, making you take a walk outside. it was aimless, no particular destination in mind, but he made stops along the way. He stopped by Dawn's (Winery/Cafe), making you take a seat as he ordered for the both of you.

🍃 when [ favorite drink ] and [ favorite pastry ] was placed in front of you, you felt your heart slowly beat once more.

🍃 he'd bring you to the park, near the Grand Cathedral of Mondstadt where in Venti was playing by the statue, the melodies he crafted soothed your aching soul.

🍃 slowly but surely you began to live once again, and you had xiao and your friends to thank for it.

you stood in front of their gravestone once more, but your eyes looked lighter, and your eyebags were lost prominent now. Your body was clean, and your soul was content. Your heart ached yes, but not as terribly as before.

you were going to be fine.

you felt his hand squeeze yours as you let out a shaky breath, "thank you. ."

you didn't have to say anymore words, he understood.

in response, his thumb caressed your knuckles in silence as you both paid respects.

[watchingblsnowandforever]

Hello!!! =D

This follows from Part 1

Warning: long post 😊😅

Oh you're still here 😶

Honestly, I was really liking his character right up till he said this. He was nice, friendly, and yes, a little invasive, but as long as Peem didn't mind, I was okay. But we all know how a love rival saying these words go in BLs, so when he said this, alarms went off in my head. And he continued flirting. Which is not okay. I know Peem doesn't really mind, but still. Kluen, you are a mostly decent human, but please take a rejection as it's supposed to be taken.

Also, when he says he's handsome and rich, and Peem jokes about how much he's willing to "invest", Peem says "Phum is handsome, too." No mention of his money. If Phum heard this, he'd be jumping and squealing, but it also tells us that Peem cares fuck all about how rich Phum is. Which will probably help Phum gain more confidence in this love.

Who the fuck cares. 🙂

Listen, as I said in my previous post, I'd decided to ignore the parents because they didn't deserve any attention, but when he stopped Fang from going after Phum, I was furious. That is nothing compared to what I felt in this scene. You ruined his childhood, gave him trauma that he'll never be able to fully leave behind, gave Fang trauma too, and then you dare to ask him why he doesn't talk to you? You have the audacity to keep pestering him even after he says he has something to do? And now you're ruining his adult life too. With all due respect, which is absolutely none: fuck. off.

@almayver I'm really thinking of writing that fic. 🙂

I love this friend group so much.

The moment Q says Peem is sad they all barge into his house to cheer him up, no hesitation. They don't demand to know the whys and hows (Q does, but he already knows), just settle in comfortable and loudly, and be their chaotic selves. This reminds us that despite all the flirting and cheesy lines and hugging and kissies, friendship will always be a priority for these group of friends.

And let's be honest, Peem expected Aunt Pui, and we all expected Phum. This was a very nice surprise.

All this time, Peem wasn't upset Phum was late. He was worried about Phum.

This was the scene that made me cry. We Are was supposed to be a simple romcom. WHAT IS THIS THEN.

I just- I really have nothing to say here, they said it all.

They both did what they did and are feeling what they are because they're important to each other.

Phum did it because he didn't want to ruin Peem's big day again. And Peem is upset and worried because he thinks he might not be Phum's safe space anymore.

Peem's reaction tells me that maybe he was over the moon last episode when he could provide comfort to Phum. And he's very very glad that at least with him, Phum can be himself. This incident makes him question that, which leads him to questioning their entire relationship. Phum himself said (many times in various ways) that Peem makes him feel good and warm and comfortable, and he's not lonely anymore. But... if Peem isn't that to Phum anymore, then what is he?

This is one of the best love confessions Thai BL has ever given me.

I have nothing else to say. This has already given us all enough emotional damage.

This reminds me of that textpost: "Caught giving a fuck. Embarrassing."

Love that Q has already accepted Phum hehe. You know your man is good when he's bestie-approved.

Love even more how he's giving the cold shoulder to Phum and then defending him to Peem 😭

Well he did, but apparently your ears were "muffled".

Also- love this scene.

HE SAYS IT.

I mean, I get him though, who the hell would be able to say no to Phum's "please? 🥺"

Just putting this here 'cause I happened to pause at the right moment and this scene is beautiful and very pretty. <3

I missed Matt (JJ) and his impeccable sense of humour so bad

Every group is incomplete without a Matt hehe

If I had a rupee for every time a couple kissed at this booth, I'd have two rupees, which is nothing, but it's strange it happened twice.

Another very beautiful scene. <33

He says that as if he isn't squealing and giggling inside. But. FINALLY. OUR PATIENCE HAS BEEN REWARDED, THEY'RE FINALLY DATING!!!!

OOH flower bouquet kiss hehe

Reminds me of QToey tote bag kiss

Next ep:

Portrait drawing?!!

"KHUN FAEN"??

SOFT TANFANG KISS???

HOW DO THEY EXPECT ME TO SURVIVE THIS?!!

*sigh*

Anyways, that's all for this week, see you next ep!

If you got this far, thank you so much for reading! 😊

Here, have some ice cream 🍨

My We Are posts.

[lilybecca1]

What are your fav personal headcanons about BakuDeku? What are your favorite (canon) moments of BakuDeku? Also, do you have any fav ships (from any fandom) that the dynamics remind you of BKDK? Thanks if you want to answer....

Hi! Omg yes I actually do have one ship that reminds me a lot about bkdk now that I think about it. Haven't even realized the connection before but holy shit

And it's HiroZero from Darling in the Franxx

Cause hear me out guys (MAJOR spoilers). They start out as childhood friends, but then fade apart because of the seperation. One of them ends up totally forgetting about that one defining moment in their childhood (Hiro aka Deku) while the other completely hyperfixates on it to the point of pushing everyone away (Zero Two aka Bakugo). Hiro (Deku) is amazed and in awe about everything that Zero Two (Bakugo) is. Zero Two always tried to fight on her own, because she thinks no one else can keep up with her, and thinks that Hiro is just a fodder stuck by her side just like everyone else, but he proves himself that he is capable again and again, completely changing Zero Two's view of him, and turning her from a cold, distant person who doesn't care about anyone else, into a caring, sensitive person who warmed up towards making friends, and who is completely devoted to Hiro.

Throughout the entire anime, Ichigo(kinda parallel to Ochaco) tried to get Hiro to be less reckless and stop throwing himself into fights, but for Hiro, it's always "Zero Two and the others". No matter how hard Ichigo tries to make him settle back into the life that he had with them, in his eyes, he will always see Zero Two. For them, it's always only each other. The love that they have for each other goes much deeper than what anyone else can comprehend.

And the whole symbolism behind Hiro and Zero Two is the symbol of the doves with one wing. Alone, they cannot survive, but when they're together, they can soar higher than anyone else. Two doves that are incomplete without each other. Two sides of the same coin.

And the ending is what I loved the most. In the end, they become each other, they become the one and the same soul. Their feelings completely become one. They end up floating across space for years and years, time insignificant as long as they're together. Just like bkdk's "Even if we only have one lifetime, together we have an unlimited supply". Because it doesn't matter if they die, as long as they'll remain by the other's side even in the afterlife.

"I had nothing, but you gave me a sense of meaning". Just like how Hiro felt his life was meaningless until Zero Two came along. And these are both quotes from the song "Because you're my hero" aka the song about Izuku's feelings towards Katsuki.

"It was like I was put under a spell. Her two alluring horns, and my first ever look at a naked girl’s body, left me transfixed, unable to take my eyes off of her." The same as how Izuku couldn't take his eyes off of Bakugo, because he was transfixed by his amazingness.

"When we first met, I couldn’t take my eyes off you. You were confident, held your head high, and I found that beautiful." I honestly wouldn't be able to decide if this came from Izuku or Hiro. Izuku always found Bakugo's confidence, the way he always held his head high something that he couldn't take his eyes off of. And he found it beautiful too. You can see it in his eyes, even if he never said it with the same words.

"You and I; alone and lonesome. With the wings that I tore apart with my own hands, it will never be possible again to fly away. The days that I could spend as your wing, the sky that I dreamed we could take to some day. It has all started fading away, far, far away." Which for Bakugo means, "the dream of flying together, of being heroes together that I tore apart with my own hands at the river, it has all started fading far, far away because of what I did"

"If Zero Two can’t smile for me, than I might as well be dead." It's similar to how Deku feels, like when he said he can't imagine a world without Kacchan in it.

"Liar. If that were true, then why is your last page left blank? Don’t fly off on your own. Please, Zero Two, let me stay with you. Together...let’s rewrite that story."" Bakugo knew he would die too when he sacrificed himself, yet he did it anyway, for Izuku, even if deep down all he wanted was to compete with him for the rest of his life. "Nevertheless, my heart is crying with your pain. Can I at least be by your side, even if we cannot understand each other""Together we steal the future and imagine it" quotes from some of the ending songs.

"The distant skies. Beyond time and distance. An overwhelmingly long journey just for the two of us. You're a part of me. I'm a part of you. I'll remember your warmth, along with the memories we've made together. I'll never let you go again!" Never let you go again, just like bkdk's version of I'll never let your hand go ever again. "Won't let that hand slip away anymore. Forever and ever ahead, the two of us together" also a quote from one of the songs.

"I’m always alone, too. Thanks to these horns." And Bakugo used to always be alone because of his anger, which made him seem like a monster.

"Maybe we can't win alone, but the two of us together can!" Just like Bakudeku ✨

Bakudeku IS literally HiroZero, because the love and connection they have is the same, even if their story isn't. Two doves who are meaningless without each other, but they give meaning to eachothers' lives and fly forever together, for the rest of their lives.

All the parallels are FREAKING INSANE

Like them meeting under a cherry blossom tree in their second life

And becoming TWO STARS IN THE SKY, TWIRLING AROUND EACH OTHER LIKE TWIN STARS?

if they were orange and green it would be undeniable

And also the hand holding symbolism between them too, and how first it was Hiro that held out his hand to Zero Two and "saved" her, then in the end, Zero Two held out her hand to him, just like Bakugo in the manga.

Like seriously, the only thing different in their story is that they actually kissed.

And now I actually remember how beautiful I found their story when I watched Darling in the Franxx and I can say the same about Bakudeku. Their story and their connection is just as beautiful too, and it goes way beyond mere human emotions. They are one and they mean more to each other than anything else.

HiroZero is the canon version of BakuDeku

Okay this already turned out pretty long but I'll answer the rest of the questions anyway:

My personal fave headcanons:

Deku being able to tolerate spicy food even better than Bakugo is one of them 😂 like he literally has no pain receptors in his body. He broke his bones over and over again during the tournament and even used his MOUTH. Like you can't tell me he can't tolerate spicy food cause I bet my ahh that he wouldn't even FEEL that

2. My second one is Bakugo being the housewife 😂 like y'all he can cook, he's a clean freak, he orders everyone else around, he'd be so housewife material in the relationship

3. Bakugo always making physical contact with Deku in some way. Like whether it's just a playful shove, or putting his elbow on him, that guy cannot keep his hands off of Deku for even a second

4. Both of them having nightmares and panic attacks after the war about losing each other, and only being comforted by feeling the other's presence

5. Bakugo visiting Izuku every single day at school and sneaking into his classes while the students stare at him like wtf you doing here. Then after a while they're just like Deku-sensei your husband is staring in from outside the window again

6. Katsuki getting jealous over small things even though they're not even dating. Like you went out to eat with Shoto instead of me???! How dare you, this is the worst betrayal of my life

7. Even when they're adults, they know by heart the All Might theme choreography dance they learned when they were kids and Deku always makes Bakugo join him to dance it with him at parties

8. Izuku: How can anyone hate the rain?

Bakugo: Oh God they're tryna drown me in this ho

9. They're crossing the street, car honks:

Bakugo: F*CK YOU D*CKWAD

Midoriya, bowing 20 times: I'm so sorry please forgive his behaviour

10. They don't hang out like their other friends, when they hang out they are just simply quietly doing their own thing, being in the same space but in a comfortable silence, not feeling forced to make conversation. They just quietly enjoy each other's company while they do their own thing

11. Bakugo: is protective and gets easily jealous and makes a big show of it

Deku: is possessive but doesn't get easily jealous (idk if that makes sense lol)

12. Bakugo: gets offended easily and dramatically pouts for some time after but he calms down quickly

Deku: doesn't get hurt or angry easily but once he does actually get into an argument, he avoids Bakugo for days

And favorite canon moments though would probably be:

DvK2, basically the whole fight

Bakugo running to Deku in the hospital

Every single time Deku loses control cause of Bakugo getting hurt

The entire second movie

Deku punching Bakugo (that was kinda satisfying)

River scene (literally the most defining moment)

Swan dive scene (it's literally the base of all the angst that ever existed in every fic, and I love angst so)

Bakugo's apology (not just because of Bakugo apologizing, but Izuku's reaction too. This is one of the biggest scenes where we see just how much he actually means to Izuku)

The entire snowy mountain camping chapter in the novels (it was literally THE turning point in Bakugo's feelings and it wasn't even animated bruh)

Okay if I write any more than that I'll probably end up listing every single bkdk moment in the entire manga so that's enough probably 😂

[cosmicjoke]

Hi, Cosmic! I was considering this scene from a Levi story on AO3 which I had read a while ago, where it described his life in the Underground before he met Furlan (maybe it was one of yours, I'm not certain). It talked of how he would often go days without speaking at all, and ultimately delved into his loneliness and how he hadn't realized how alone he'd been until he wasn't. I had also read recently an analysis stating that Levi's attachment style would be fearful-avoidant due to how he grew up, which, I mean, makes perfect sense.

Thus the combination made me wonder: How do you think Levi felt when he and Furlan moved in together? Did it trigger his abandonment issues in any way, letting Furlan in emotionally when his last relationship (that we know of) was with Kenny? Given the concept of attachment styles, Levi was probably both distant and reliant with him, so how do you think Furlan reacted to this?

Hmm, that could have been one of my stories, haha, I've definitely written a few stories (all of which remain incomplete, lol) about Levi's life Underground. I feel like it's a period in Levi's life that's just ripe for exploration, but very few people seem particularly interested in writing about it, for whatever reason.

I know I do explore that idea in "This Life, After", of Levi being sort of functionally mute because he gets so little social interaction, and I think that's a pretty fair assumption to make about him growing up, especially after Kenny left him. As far as we know, Levi didn't have a single friend until he met Furlan, and we know, from the extra stories included in the "No Regrets" manga that Levi met Furlan when he was essentially full grown. I've talked before also, pretty extensively, about how it seems very likely that Levi had no social interaction with other children growing up, even when living with his mother. I don't know if you've read my analysis posts on this, but I'll link you to them here:

Anyway, I'm not a psychologist, so I can't really speak to what specific attachment style Levi may or may not have. In truth, nobody, even an accredited and practicing psychologist could definitively diagnose Levi with any, specific mental disorder or condition, because of course he's a fictional character, lol. But I don't think you need to be a psychologist to make accurate or educated guesses about what sort of mental health issues Levi might be suffering from. For example, I think it's fairly obvious that Levi is suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder, because it would seem to me nearly impossible for him not to have been deeply traumatized by the experiences, not only in his childhood, but as an adult too, and I say that because of Levi's obvious emotional sensitivity. He feels things very keenly and I think more deeply than any other character in the series. That well of emotional depth, along with his immense empathic nature I think renders Levi more susceptible to emotional pain, and more easily given to grief over the loss of his comrades/friends/family than even an average person. I just think Levi feels things more deeply than is common. I think that's also what gives Levi his exceptional emotional intelligence, his ability to accurately read people and understand who they are at their cores.

To get to your specific question, it's an interesting one.

Levi is definitely someone who I think is fearful of getting close to others out of a fear of losing them, knowing the pain it causes him when he, seemingly inevitably, does. No doubt that finds its roots in Levi's earliest childhood experiences. People often talk about Kenny's abandonment of Levi (with good reason), but I rarely see it talked about how Levi's mother, in a sense, also abandoned him. Not intentionally, the way Kenny did, but the fact remains, Levi's mother died and left him alone, which very nearly led to Levi's own death. I think that absolutely must have had an impact on Levi and caused an expectation in him from very early on of abandonment. Levi couldn't have been more than five years old when his mother died, and those are obviously very important developmental years for a child. You add to that Kenny's abandonment, and it seems pretty likely to me that, yes, Levi has a fear of abandonment by the people he loves.

What's interesting about Levi, though, is that even with this fear, and even in his efforts to keep his distance from people in order to spare himself the emotional and mental distress of losing them, I think Levi's higher level of empathy and compassion renders him incapable of escaping that emotional pain, even when he doesn't know a person well, even when he's intentionally kept away from them. I've spoken numerous times of how Levi shows the same level of care and concern, and makes just as much of an effort to save the lives of people he doesn't know or doesn't know well as the ones he does know well and is close to. He even extends that same level of care and concern toward people who have been actively hostile toward him, such as the merchants in Trost who badger and bully him over the failures of the Survey Corps, to the point of even personally insulting him, or in "No Regrets", we see Levi go out of his way to save the lives of soldiers who have both endangered his own and actively mistreated and been cruel to him. We see Levi do this with Dieter, during the Female Titan arc. Despite Dieter's cruelty toward Levi, calling him a heartless monster, Levi gives him Petra's badge and tells him it was Ivan's. He gives up his own comfort to someone who's been nothing but hostile toward him, and who would have rightly been in for a scolding and even punishment for endangering the lives of the unit. But instead of being unkind in return, Levi shows Dieter nothing but compassion.

All this to say, I think even when Levi isn't emotionally or personally close to people, he still feels the weight of their loss as if he were, and he still empathizes with and understands their emotions and thought process as if he were. There's a part in "No Regrets" in which Furlan laments that they had better hurry up and complete their mission to get the documents from Erwin before Levi and Isabel start genuinely considering "dedicating their hearts" to the Survey Corps. I've talked about how this clearly indicates that Furlan is aware of Levi's tendency to get attached to people, even when he's actively trying not to. Levi, for example, doesn't want to teach his combat techniques to any of the other SC soldiers because he knows if he does and then they end up getting killed, he'll hold himself responsible for it. Again, this is indicative of Levi's tendency to become emotionally attached and involved with people, even those he doesn't know well, to the point he would feel responsible for their lives, and responsible for protecting those lives, even when, again, he doesn't know them well, and even when he hasn't been treated particularly well by them. We have to remember, upon entering the SC, none of the other soldiers showed any particular friendliness toward Levi, outside of Hange. He was even faced with pretty blatant classism from some of them, and plain resentment. But he still knew himself well enough to know that he was already beginning to feel responsible for their lives. Even with being treated as an outsider by them, he still isn't able to keep himself detached from them. We see this play out too, in the story's climax, when Levi makes his choice to go after Erwin alone. He makes the choice with full consideration of what he thinks will be best, not just for Furlan and Isabel, but for Flagon and the rest of their squad. He's equally concerned for their well being, and determines that all of them will have a better chance of survival if Furlan and Isabel stays with them. Again, Flagon has been nothing but hostile toward Levi through the entire story, but he still cares about Flagon's life.

So basically, to get to your specific question, lol, I think Levi likely became very attached to Furlan fairly quickly. There's even a similarity to Levi's relationship with Furlan and what I laid out above, in terms of how Levi even cares about people who have been unkind to him. We know from one of the extra stories that Furlan first met Levi by attempting to entrap him and force him through physical assault to join his gang. So Furlan's first interaction with Levi was one of deception and an attempt to use him against his will. We learn later from a conversation Levi is having with another scout that Levi saved his life from his own gang, when they eventually turned on him. This is consistent with how we see Levi make just as much effort to help and show just as much concern for the lives of people who have previously been unkind to him in some way or even attempted to hurt him in some way. Levi saves Furlan's life, despite Furlan trying to deceive Levi and force him into a situation against his will.

So I imagine, once Levi became actual friends with Furlan, and moved in with him, at that point, I imagine the bond between them was incredibly deep and unbreakable. I think over time Furlan would have begun to recognize that Levi's aloof demeanor and lack of expression wasn't at all indicative of the actual depth of attachment and care he felt toward Furlan himself. I always say that I think Levi's relationship with both Furlan and Isabel was more than simple friendship. I think Levi viewed the both of them as his family, and objectively speaking, I think he was probably closer to the two of them than anyone else in his life. Part of that, I think, would come from the fact they were his first, actual friends, and also because they were the only people Levi ever knew and was close to who were from the same world he was. I think Levi likely was fearful at first when he first moved in with Furlan that he might lose him in some way, that Furlan might leave him, or be killed, etc... But I also think it's a testament to Levi's resilience and open heart that, despite having already been abandoned by the two most important people in his life up to that point, he still allowed this new person into his life and allowed himself to grow deeply close to him. I think, also, that's a product of, again, Levi's inability to close his heart off to people, due to his immense empathy. Even though Levi is afraid of losing people and wants to shield himself against the pain of that, he continually fails at remaining detached, because he just naturally cares too much about other people to ever, truly separate himself from them or freeze them out. He's never been able to not care. I think Furlan probably understood that pretty quickly about Levi, and as I already said, he probably understood that Levi's aloof demeanor and seeming distance didn't actually mean he didn't care. I think Furlan understood that Levi would protect him no matter what and would always stay by his side. Isayama even said Levi is extremely loyal. He isn't ever going to abandon anyone himself. So basically, I think Furlan understood Levi, after a time, and would have recognized that Levi's appearance of apathy in truth was just his way of dealing with the fact he actually feels and cares more deeply than anyone. He only keeps his emotions held inside so he can remain reliable to himself and others, because if he allowed himself to fully feel what he was actually feeling in any, given moment, it would be overwhelming. People that know Levi truly know this about him. And so Furlan definitely would have realized that.

Anyway, I hope that answers your question, lol. That got WAY too long. I can never seem to keep my answers short.

[kat-likes-writing]

Breaking Cycles, Curses, and Society: An Analysis of the Ending of Jujutsu Kaisen

Introduction 

While reading Jujutsu Kaisen, I had always believed one of the most prominent and overarching themes of the series was the idea of breaking cycles and change. A significant number of characters’ motivations or belief systems were related to this theme in some capacity, Geto, Gojo, Yuki, and even Kenjaku to some extent. While the cycles they wanted to break or change varied, it all tied back to that change in some sense. Even the group of special grade curses that wanted curses to control the planet wanted to change something, believing themselves to be the real humans. For Gojo, after the Hidden Inventory arc, his guiding principle was to change jujutsu society to make life easier for the youth, breaking the cycle of death caused by the jujutsu higher ups and even the clans (Jujutsu Kaisen 0, Chapter 2). 

When I finally read chapter 271 after several days of putting it off, I kept coming back to the idea that it felt almost incomplete (regardless of other things related to the series) and I wasn’t able to place why. Until I started writing down some of my thoughts about the ending and saw that most of my thoughts related back to the themes of breaking cycles and change. In Jujutsu Kaisen, particularly towards the ending chapters, the character development and backstories furthered the themes through motivations and belief systems, the end of various characters arcs left some cycles of change incomplete despite many centering around it, and most importantly, how the ending of the series highlighted the integral themes of change and breaking cycles, or lack thereof in the face of the seemingly never-ending cycle of curses.

Character Motivation & Beliefs 

Since the beginning of Jujutsu Kaisen, change and/or breaking cycles had been essential to many main characters, both as motivators for their actions and their belief systems. Even when Gojo was introduced in Jujutsu Kaisen 0 Chapter 1, his main goal was to change the way jujutsu society was organized and how the institution operated, breaking the cycle that resulted in Geto’s defection and Amani’s death. By preventing Yuuta from being executed, he was changing the system which would have had a fifteen-year-old killed without question. Into the main series, it remained his guiding principle, “Protecting the youth,” from becoming Megumi’s guardian to stop him from joining the Zenin clan, becoming a teacher even, and yet again, preventing another fifteen-year-old from being executed without question. Over and over, Gojo went against the old traditions of jujutsu society and the clans. I also think it’s important to mention that Gojo wasn’t perfect by any means in regards to breaking the cycle of death and exploitation of jujutsu sorcerers and even young jujutsu sorcerers. In the end, he was still a teacher at Jujutsu Tech and in some capacity despite his many efforts to protect his students, still participated in the system. Then again, is it possible for him to exist outside of that system? He was born into jujutsu society and from the moment he was born, his techniques dictated his life, so was there ever any way for him to fully escape the system and cycle of violence of jujutsu society?

Yuki and Geto had similar goals of change by ending curses altogether, with completely opposite means of accomplishing that goal. Yuki focused on making all humans jujutsu sorcerers, thus eliminating curses since jujutsu sorcerers’ negative emotions don’t cause curses to form in the first place (jujutsu-kaisen.fandom.com/wiki/Yuki_Tsukumo). After their conversation (Jujutsu Kaisen, Chapter 202), Geto took the opposite approach of planning to eliminate all non-sorcerers and their negative cursed energy to prevent cursed energy altogether. Though Geto’s hatred and beliefs that non-sorcerers are to blame for the creation of curses stems from the trauma he experienced during the Hidden Inventory arc, he still also directs that hatred towards jujutsu sorcerer society as well for being complicit (and actively the reason behind it) with the deaths during the arc and the deaths of his classmates and Amani. Defecting from Jujutsu Tech and becoming a curse user was his way of breaking from the cycle of violence the higher ups and clans maintained for centuries or even longer. Even with these goals in mind, neither character accomplished their goal (for better, in Geto’s case) and the cycle of curses and cycle of violence in jujutsu society remained the same. But it still raises the question, is there a way to end the cycle of curses? Is that even possible? Is it possible to end cursed energy when it comes from human emotions, something that can’t really be stopped? I don’t really know. 

While, to me, I never quite felt like it was clear what Kenjaku’s motivations were or why he did what he did, he still had plans or smaller goals that centered around change and cursed energy. (more citations and chapter references here). In chapters 203-208, while Kenjaku and Yuki were fighting, he revealed part of his plan to make non-sorcerers into a ‘conglomeration.’ Even though he said he didn’t have a reason for doing it, I highly doubt that or find it very hard to believe. His plans spanned over a thousand years and were so detailed that it’s hard to believe he just did it for fun. I do think it could have been elaborate on if we got his backstory, since it seems tied to Tengen’s past as well, along with Sukuna and Uraume. 

Character Arcs

With so many characters’ motivations and beliefs being centered around change and breaking cycles, it also makes sense that change was fundamental to their character arcs as well. Though, in some cases, it seemed like those arcs were incomplete. While, yes, all character arcs involve change of some sort, it is still necessary to look at the change the characters went through. At the beginning of the series, Yuuji believes he is just a cog in the machine to kill curses, yet by his final confrontation with Sukuna (Chapter 267), he says, “Sukuna…it’s time we end this cycle of curses.” But more interestingly, in Chapter 268, Yuuji tells Sukuna, “We’re born into this world unconsciously shouldering curses. What sort of monster you turn into is entirely decided by your luck…Living not by cursing someone, but by existing alongside them.” Even if Sukuna refused this idea at the time, he still ended up walking a different path which I think is worth mentioning. Sukuna’s arc showed the change in his views, going from wanting to kill sorcerers to accepting defeat (chapter 271). I feel like that change is worth looking at, but there isn’t any other time spent on it.  

Though, some character arcs didn’t have the same easy to understand path of change. Megumi’s arc had seemed like it would focus on him breaking his belief he isn’t as important as other people and that he needed to be, as Gojo says, “Be selfish,” (Chapter 77). While his mindset did shift by the end of the series, it doesn't precisely change him focusing more on others first—wanting to live for someone else, rather than because he simply wants to for himself, isn’t a full change. It is understandable, considering everything he had gone through after possession by Sukuna for so many chapters, Tsumiki’s death, and Gojo’s death. But somehow, it felt incomplete in the end, like his growth in his mindset wasn’t complete and that many things that had been building in his arc never came to fruition (for a more in depth look check of KentuckeyFriedMegumi’s fantastic analysis on Megumi’s arc here: https://www.tumblr.com/kentuckyfriedmegumi/762543361266778112/im-pissed-about-the-way-gege-handled-megumis). Similar to Megumi, Nobara’s character arc felt stagnant after she was missing and/or presumed dead for so many chapters, she just simply wasn’t there for any development or change in the ending arcs. 

In all honesty, I’m not sure how I feel about Gojo’s character arc. With his main motivation being changing jujutsu society and finding strong allies in that effort to change society, it seemed incomplete. Maybe he didn’t expect to see it within his lifetime at all and was simply content with the efforts he did make while he was alive. But after he died, I keep thinking; what really changed? Yes, he saved Yuuta, Yuuji, and Megumi in different ways. But how has jujutsu society changed? Most of the higher ups were dead by the time he fought Sukuna, but by the ending there’s already new people to replace them and the clans (besides the Zenin clan) are still operating as they did before, and the students are still going on dangerous missions. Then again, Gojo never laid out his plans of how to change jujutsu society beyond training the next generation—did he plan on eliminating clans, ending the abuse that went on within the clans, or changing the jujutsu regulations altogether—so maybe he was content with leaving it to the next generation. His final conversation with Yuuji seemed to imply so (chapter 270-271).

Change & Breaking Cycles

In spite of these recurring themes, there are times in the series, especially towards the end, where those goals for change and breaking cycles ended up failing or left incomplete in most cases. Chapter 271 focused heavily on a mission where the trio is tracking down a curse user, working together as a group, and giving a slight look into their lives after the series ends. While this was a good way to show how the trio has developed as jujutsu sorcerers since the beginning of the series, I can’t help but to feel as if the ending felt wrong. Ultimately, by having the trio and other students remain at Jujutsu Tech and within an unchanged jujutsu society, what has changed since the beginning of the series? 

For most of the series, it has been discussed over and over about the origin of curses and if it’s possible to end the cycle of curses. Like I mentioned before, for many characters, it ended up becoming their main motivation such as Yuki wanting to make everyone a jujutsu sorcerer, Geto wanting to kill all non-sorcerers to end curses from being formed at all, or even Kenjaku from what he did reveal about his motivations. Yet, even though Yuuji defeated Sukuna who is the King of Curses, none of those motivations or emphasis on ending the cycles of curses actually came to fruition in the end. The main antagonists are gone, Sukuna, Mahito, Jogo, Kenjaku, yet curses themselves remain in the end.

Jujutsu society itself is evil, despite its belief they are the good guys. Twice the higher ups and clans wanted to execute young teenages without considering other possibilities and their rules even regulate that killing people in situations like Yuuta and Yuuji is law. How many people have been executed in similar situations that could have been avoided? The major clans like the Gojo, Zenin, and Kamo clans are all able to get away with crimes and abuse for centuries and in many cases it’s an open secret in jujutsu society, yet no one has tried to stop it. Just the Zenin clan alone could be a whole essay, from the violent sexism and misogyny, superiority, abuse against children (Maki, Mai, and Toji) and anyone deemed lesser than, besides a few exceptions no one tries to stop it. Maki’s destruction and killing of the clan was her quite literally taking things into her own hands after years of abuse. Gojo becoming Megumi’s guardian prevented him from the abuse at the hands of the clan was one of those examples, yet how many other children suffered in the clan? 

The Hidden Inventory arc is a perfect example of this corruption, from the planned death of Amani, Toji and all his baggage that could have been avoided if the Zenin clan was different, sending teenagers on missions far outside of what they should ever handle, and all the deaths that could have been avoided. For several characters, the arc becomes the origin of their motivations and their desire to end cycles—curses, jujutsu society’s corruption. Yet, in the end, all of them fail to complete those goals. 

Fundamentally, all of these themes come into play in chapter 271 and the ending. After so many characters failed at changing anything, whether it be stopping curses from being made, or changing jujutsu society to protect the youth and end the constant cycle of violence, what does that mean for the themes? At first, it might be possible to think that it means change is impossible and curses cannot ever really be eliminated only stopped for the time being. If the ending theme is that it is impossible to break the cycle of curses, which are quite literally the manifestations of humans’ negative emotions, because it’s impossible to get rid of emotions at all, that would be a very grim ending. But this possibility makes me think of the scene between Mahito and Sukuna in 271, Mahito reaffirms that he will never move on while Sukuna said, “Maybe it is time to choose a different path.” (271). 

The interaction was honestly one of the most interesting ones in the chapter, especially when looking at it from the perspective of breaking the cycle of curses. If Sukuna really did choose a different path through reincarnation or to leave the cycle of reincarnation all together does that imply the cycle of curses can be broken? How human are curses, if they are born from humans’ emotions and does that make them possible to change or do they only exist in one state forever? Maybe Sukuna is different since he was once a human. The diverging differences between Mahito and Sukuna are interesting, as Sukuna accepts to leave the world while Mahito does not. Is that supposed to represent there is a chance at ending the whole cycle of curses, with the King of Curses being the first one? Or is the takeaway that Mahito represents that the cycle of curses can never be ended because negative emotions are innate to humanity?

Final Thoughts

Has jujutsu society truly changed from the corrupt institution it was at the beginning of the series? Has it remained the same despite most of the higher ups being killed or eliminated, replaced by the students' former teachers like Kusababe and Mei Mei (Chapter 269-270)? Are they even people trustworthy to be the next generation of higher ups? Especially when Mei Mei profited from many of the disasters throughout the series and her questionable ethics in general, or Kusabae admitting that he firmly believed Yuuji should have been executed? In chapter 269, Kusabae says that the kids have nothing to apologize for or to change, but not even a chapter later, the students are going on missions and dealing with the incarnated sorcerers. Can jujutsu society really have changed if new people are filling the old roles? 

The nature of curses was never fully revealed in the series, only partial explanations or deeper views into curses. Yet, if some curses like Jogo, Hanami, Maito, and Sukuna can speak and have full, complete thoughts and plans, does that make them capable of change? Mahito’s final scenes would argue no, curses are formed by human emotions such as hatred for humanity so they have no capacity to alter that. But Sukuna’s final scenes would argue the opposite, that curses are capable of changing, moving on from the human emotions that created them and are not forever tethered to an existence of destruction and death. Is Sukuna different because he was a curse that was once a human? Yet, other curses are shown to have emotions, being upset at other curses' deaths (such as Jogo’s reaction to Hanami’ death during the Shibuya Arc) and anger and even amusement. Do all curses have the capability to change then?

What does change and breaking cycles ultimately mean in Jujutsu Kaisen? It is possible to truly change a world that is infested with curses in the first place and a society where corruption, violence, and dehumanization is commonplace for thousands of years any more than it is to change our own world? Maybe it mattered more that the characters tried to change it and break those cycles at all even in the face of an impossible task. Maybe that is why so many characters failed at changing and breaking cycles, even when it left their character arcs feeling incomplete, yet they still strove for change despite the impossible task. 

(pls ignore inconsistencies, this is barely edited. this might be slightly incoherent im sorry)

[justlarkin]

Hi! Sorry for bothering you. But I'm writing my own fanfiction of housamo, the whole game in fact, but I'm having complications on understanding the reasons why most of the exiles were banished according to their worlds rules... I'm not very smart and wiki information is incomplete or too difficult to get... could you please help me by sharing a simple explanation....?

No bother. I don't get some of the lore stuff in housamo either, so don't feel dumb about it.

So the general reason they were exiled is because the rebelled against the worlds' system in some way and had to be removed to protect their systems. Not all of the exiles' rules and backstories have been revealed yet, so I'm not sure about all of them currently.

-Takamagahara's system tosses away anything undesirable and works with Amaterasu exposing everyone's sins with her light and reflecting their shame back at them to keep them in line. Susanoo felt zero shame and therefore couldn't be controlled that way, so he was eventually sent away due to his behavior.

-The World of the Old Ones exists within Azathoth's dream, so invading one's dream without consent is considered very taboo and is forbidden. Cthulhu's ability allowed him to invade other's dreams whenever, which of course violated that big rule.

-Hourai's system runs on the belief of letting nature run it's course and not interfering, but Nüwa would constantly interfere by causing and trying to prevent wars and disasters.

-The Oceanic Realm's system is the belief that in the end everything and everyone will sink to the bottom of the ocean for eternity. From what little we learned from Gurangatch, the Rainbow Serpent would rise from the depths again and again, so while everything else would sink forever, they wouldn't.

-Great Spirit's system is the belief in unity with everyone being one with Wakan Tanka. Heyoka's eccentric behavior caused him to become a social pariah and an outcast, separating him from Wakan Tanka and the rest of Great Spirit, so he was exiled.

-Olympus' system relies heavily on everyone's connection to the world representative, Zeus, most importantly the familial and sexual bonds. Eurynome's rule allowed her to rend bloodlines and anything that stemmed from said bloodline such as curses, so the Olympians would've been screwed with most of them, especially the key players, being related to Zeus in some way. Also, Eurynome's relationship with Zeus isn't known yet, so there could've been more there. Another thought I've seen is that Eurynome might've rejected Zeus, which is unheard of with the way his power works, on top of the bloodline thing.

-Varuna-Kamadeva and Asura were essentially exiled for the opposite reasons. Shangri La's system is the belief that one should let go of all of their attachments to achieve enlightenment. A situation happened where one of Smokey God's other friends did something to Asura's daughter and he became enraged and attacked them. Unable to let go of his anger and wanting to continue fighting, he was exiled. Either Asura himself or a part of himself that he cut off went to Deva Loka and became known as Varuna.

I can't remember the exact way Deva Loka functions, but Varuna was the omnipotent world representative who would gift parts of his power to others. He would continue doing this until he was left with nothing but love and desire and became known as Varuna-Kamadeva. That's when the others decided that he wasn't fit to be world representative anymore and wanted him to relinquish that role to Shiva by making him fall for Parvati. And obviously Shiva blasted him once Varuna shot him with an arrow, exiling him. So since he became unworthy of the role of world representative once he lost his attachments, I guess the belief focuses on holding onto one's attachments.

-Yggdrasil holds the belief that the world will eventually experience Ragnarok and the era of gods will end, making way for the era of humanity. This of course never happened since Loki confined Yggdrasil within a wall that causes the world to loop post Ragnarok the same way Tokyo's wall functions. It's a world of those destined to fall, but Freyr couldn't be defeated as long as he had the power to rend through defeat, so he had to go. There's also just the fact that Freyr seemed to be opposed to meaningless sacrifice like what the gods intended to do for humanity.

-Kitezh's system is belief of diffusion, so pretty much just combining and spreading into other sources to achieve power. Maybe it's more parasitic or infectious in nature. Like if they were to be attacked by invaders, Perun could mix himself into their memories to mess with and dominate them for example. Perun lived heavily by this belief, but the ultimate goal of diffusion is complete assimilation, to be combined everyone, so you're no longer identifiable to one location. He attempted to do this by removing all documented traces of himself, but the problem was Veles existed. Veles' rules, his words, allowed him to separate and isolate things, so he was potentially able to untangle everything achieved through diffusion. Ofc Perun wasn't the one who wanted him to go, but he still violated the belief of the world.

Those are the ones I could think of rn, some of them haven't been revealed clearly or I'm just blanking rn.