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itstimetojellyfish · 2 days

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They all leave .( I’ll come back)Jing Yuan x reader.

Some more angst , yall , I need to balance all the fluff and angst.

They all left you .

It all started with Baiheng , when she died in the abundance war , it left all of you , devastated. As soon as you heard the news you dropped to your knees and cried your heart out .

Baiheng was one of your closest friends , aside from Jingliu , you just had that special connection with her since you’ve been with her since birth .

You took much longer than anyone in the High Cloud Quintet to recover from , a few months passed and you were still recovering when the news hit you .

Dan Feng had just broken one of the rules just to revive Baiheng.

While you were grateful for the attempt , you were also disappointed in you and Dan Feng , you , for being so weak and useless , and Dan Feng for latching on too hard and breaking the rules and potentially being sentenced to death .

You didn’t think anyone else was working with him since everyone had a sense of self-preservation, but you forgot .

When it includes loved ones , people will do anything.

Once you were told that Yingxing , one of the most reasonable ones in the group , helped Dan Feng in the attempt of reviving Baiheng and ended up getting Mara-struck thanks to Dan Feng you were in shock.

Everyone was dying…

You were kicked out of your residence under the false assumption that you helped Dan Feng and Yingxing too .

You didn’t mind as you stayed in Jingliu’s house because she was one of your friends and if you stayed at Jing Yuan’s house, rumors would occur .

But you soon noticed a difference in her , she started to behave more aggressively and went out often , she even began to cover her eyes with a blindfold .

You didn’t suspect she was Mara-struck too .

Soon a battle occurred between Jing Yuan and Jingliu , Jing Yuan being the winner .

You were in despair , in such a short time , the life you’ve worked so hard to build , was torn apart in less than a hundredth of how much time it took to make it .

And then Jing Yuan was promoted to one of the Arbiter Generals and became the leader of the cloud knights , which meant he cut off all communications with you since he was so busy.

That was the straw that broke the camels back.

They left you all alone on the Luofu, hated and alone , with nothing to your name to at least prove you weren’t part of the plan to revive Baiheng.

You didn’t have anything to prove you were trustworthy.

Loyal

honest

kind

not even a single scrap .

Your belongings were burned in a fire .

You found yourself dumped in some unknown planet , cold and miserable without any proper protection from the planets harsh temperatures.

How useless were you? You couldn’t help Dan Feng and Yingxing with reviving Baiheng , you couldn’t help Jingliu , and you left Jing Yuan alone to cope with everything all by himself without anyone to comfort him.

How useless.

You had to hunt for your resources, the clothing you had gotten only a thin layer of cotton against the wind .

Worst of all , you had no knowledge about this planet . All the basic travel and survival guides you’ve ever read useless.

Berries? Could be poisonous .

The cave that you thought was empty? The den of some gigantic scorpion monster .

The fabric you made from a plant? The equivalent of poison ivy .

Oh? Some water from a lake that you saw animals drinking from? Poison to humans .

You gave up entirely .

Every single day was met with a new challenge, either your water supply ran out or a rockslide occurred and you had to climb over that and broke a bone in the process or your food rotted and you had to eat it anyways because you were starving and now you had indigestion and cramps .

Life sucked .

Then the day came , the day where everything that could go wrong , went wrong.

The second you woke up , you had a blistering headache and suffered from heat exhaustion so you felt like you couldn’t get up but you had to if you wanted to live .

The berries that you thought were safe , actually was a literal blood-sucking parasite that gave diseases .

The herbs you tried to get for treatment , were above a stalagmite, so when you fell due to exhaustion thanks to the heat , your upper body got pierced near the shoulder and you were in excruciating pain for the remainder of the day .

Then a rockslide occurred thanks to your fall and your ankle got trapped under the rock .

Underneath all that pain and loneliness, you caved into the sweet embrace of nothingness and lost consciousness.

The last thing you saw was black armored boots and someone kneeling down .

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You awoke to being swathed in soft buttery linens as the bright morning sun shined through the translucent curtains and into your eyes .

You turned over only to have a searing pain go through you and tears begin to pour down your cheeks and you start to whimper .

Before the pain can get worse someone gently holds your mouth open and pours some water and medicine down your throat and coaxes you to swallow down the bitter medicine.

It takes a while for the medicine to finally kick in before you open your eyes and see a white fluffy looking head with honey yellow eyes look at you, worry evident in their eyes .

They gather up in their arms , taking care of not to disturb your wounds .It takes a while to put two and two together and then you realize who it is holding you with the same amount of tenderness a lover would to their partner.

It’s Jing Yuan.

You stare at him like a deer in headlights before he gently pulls you towards his chest and coddles you gently .

No words are needed

You begin to tear up as you cling to him and sob , your heart worn and tired from all those nights of staying in an unfamiliar place with no sense of safety.

Jing Yuan simply just pats your back and cries silent tears , he’s missed you quite terribly often.

After a whole 30 minutes of crying your eyes out , your tear ducts or dry and you begin to tire , your head to hazy since your body is using up all its energy to recuperate.

Soon enough , you fall asleep against his broad chest and lay there , encased in soft blankets .

Jing Yuan stares at you with adoration in his eyes as he praises your ability to survive in harsh circumstances. But that doesn’t soften the fact that the people he cared for , had thrown you out without his knowledge or permission for the past four years.

He makes a vow to you within the walls of his bedroom where no one can hear him .

“ No one,will ever hurt you again,my dear lioness.”

#jing yuan x you #jing yuan x reader #honkai star rail #fluff #angst #Comfort #Reader can’t take it anymore #Jing Yuan is sorta rude in a part #Reader is depressed #reader is self deprecating #Minor Dan Feng x Yingxing

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loveandmurders · 3 days

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The Sun of Ambrose V (lost Sinclair!daughter reader AU)

Hi everyone, this is the final part of my Sinclair!daughter AU in which the reader is Bo's daughter and she has been taken away and adopted by a new family.

You can find part I here.

Hope you'll enjoy! <3

Warnings: no proof reading, killer!reader, mentions of guilt, violence, murders, blood, some sort of dark angst/comfort

You quite enjoyed your summer break in Ambrose. You loved to sculpt with Vincent, you loved to watch your dad work on a car and to have him show you things, you loved to wander around with Lester. You loved to play with Jonesy as well. Everything felt good. You never slept so well in years, because you were finally feeling safe enough to fully relax.

You hadn’t asked about the tourists anymore because you didn’t have enough strength for more drama for the moment. And whenever people were coming around, the brothers made sure you were busy somewhere else in the town or with Lester. You pretended you didn’t notice anything. You just wanted to be happy.

And for the moment, your own desire to kill has quieted down. You were still feeling sick from the murder of your mother.

The brothers didn’t notice anything amiss; apart from the fact they still hadn’t heard the sound of your voice, you were once again their ray of sunshine. You were making them so full of joy. The twins were talking, late in the night, about the legacy once again. They hadn’t thought they could resume their plans on this matter. They were so relieved.

However they were a little bit concerned about your adoptive father. They were certain that even if the man wasn’t doing too well for the moment, at some point he would want to get “his daughter” back. The twins had no idea how to cut him out of your life without killing him. Bo would love to murder him - out of jealousy - but he knew that you would know it one day, and he didn’t want to upset you that way. Both your mothers already died after all…

You were having a snack in Bo’s garage while he was taking care of a new car. You were sucking on the chocolate that dripped on your fingers, as you were listening to the music your father put on. You were both enjoying each other's presence even if you weren’t interacting directly. Bo was always a lot more at ease when you were in the same room than him or at least in his line of vision. He was still traumatised; he lost you once, and he promised himself it would never happen again.

You slightly jumped when you felt your phone buzzing next to you. You grabbed it and frowned when you saw it was your adoptive father. Bo noticed the look on your face.

“What’s up, baby?” he asked you as he came closer to you. You put your phone on your lap so you could sign

“He is wondering where I am.” you replied, knowing Bo would understand who was the “he”. You father rolled his eyes and groaned

“Oh so he remembered he's supposed to look after ya?” he ironized and your crossed your arms on your chest “Don’t pout” he hummed and kissed the top of your head

“I’ll have to tell him I’m here. I can’t lie to him about that. Just be nice to him, okay? Things are difficult and… And he won’t be happy about the situation because…” you trailed off

“Because what?”

“Well before mom got sick, she discovered I was chatting with you and Vince and Les, and she was worried about me. She wanted to call the cops on you” you explained. Bo didn’t show any emotion but you read in his eyes that he was quite concerned about such news

“Luckily she got sick then” he commented out loud before realising it “Sorry, love, I didn’t mean it like that” he quickly added as you looked away. Luck had really nothing to do with it, you thought.

“Anyway, I will tell him I’m here. And he’ll probably come get me. I’m just gonna make sure he doesn’t call the police or anyone” you promised as you got up and left the garage

You needed to be alone to write to your adoptive father: “Hey dad, are you feeling better? I didn’t really have anywhere to go so I went back to Ambrose. Everyone is very nice to me and Bo is inviting you over (so please don’t call the police, they really didn’t do anything wrong!). Will you bring me back home?”

The answer was almost instantaneous: “Yes, I will. I won’t call the police because I shouldn’t have asked you to go away in the first place. Love you, I’m sorry for everything”

You were relieved, knowing he wouldn’t be lying to you, not after what happened, not when he had failed his mission of taking care of you.

You came back home and settled at the kitchen table, thinking about what to do next. You didn’t want to leave Ambrose but you wouldn’t be allowed to stay here. You tried to busy yourself on some silly games on your phone but soon enough you grew bored. You were feeling quite upset as well. For the first time in weeks, you wanted to kill someone. You needed to express yourself in another way than sculpting or drawing. You needed to take out your frustration on someone, but there was no one to kill here.

Vincent opened the basement door, in need of some water when he saw you. He quickly saw you weren’t your usual happy self. He put an hand on your shoulder for you to look up at him before signing:

“What’s wrong?”

“My adoptive father will come get me. I think he should be here tonight” you replied

“Do you want to go?” Vincent tilted his head to the head, you quickly shook your head

“No, but I can’t really do anything about it”

You could tell that Vincent wanted to say something but didn’t dare and he simply sadly nodded his head at you.

“How about we make something together? Would it cheer you up?” he offered, which made you smile

“I’d love to”

As you focused on the art you were making with Vincent, you forgot about your adoptive father and you forgot about the time. Your need to kill quietened down, but was still there, waiting for you to be on your own to eat you up alive once again.

You were about to finish a sculpture of Jonesy you intended to offer to Lester, when you heard two vehicles coming into Ambrose. You looked at the window, but didn’t recognise your adoptive father’s car. There were lost “tourists” who were following behind Lester’s truck. Vincent tensed and looked at the clock before asking you:

“When do you think your adoptive father will come here?”

“I’m not sure, soon I guess” you shrugged but you saw the panic rising into Vincent’s eye

“Alright. I let you finish the sculpture without me. We have work to do. Stay here, please.” Vincent replied

“What work?” you frowned

“Promise me you will stay here” Vincent asked, firmly signing each work. You understood he was pretty serious about it

“Of course, I promise you, uncle” you finally replied as you sat back down and watched Vincent leave the room and go back into the basement.

You were about to go back to your sculpture when you heard people violently arguing. The “tourists” didn’t seem to be too happy with Bo. Lester was quick to intervene as well. You watched the scene of a man pushing Lester to the ground, and Bo hitting the said man. Your eyes widened at such a display of violence. You nibbled on your bottom lip. Were your family killers, or was it just bad people disrupting the peace of Ambrose?

You saw that things were getting pretty rough between the three tourists and your father and uncle. You wondered where Vincent was, and almost got into the basement to look for him… Until you saw your adoptive father’s car coming into view. He really couldn’t have arrived at the worst moment. He stopped in front of the garage and tried to put himself between Bo and the man, and to appease the situation. Bo asked him to go away, you guessed, according to his gestures. And your adoptive father refused.

You were too far away to see everything, and even more when they seemed to come more into Bo’s garage. You just knew that at some point someone screamed. Two tourists ran away, Lester ran after them with what seemed like a knife, and Bo was covered in blood. You had to stop yourself from leaving the house. You wanted to help, and you wanted to be the one covered in blood. However, you never broke a promise you made to your family before, so you had to be better, you had to stay inside. You didn’t know where your adoptive father was anymore and you grew worried. How could things go so badly after such happy weeks in Ambrose?

Bo grabbed a rifle and was about to go after the tourists when he received a massive hit on the head from behind and fell on the ground. You saw your adoptive father with some mechanic tool in his hands.

You couldn’t stop yourself this time. You took the gun Bo was hiding under his armchair and ran to the garage. You had to stop them, you had to do something about it. You couldn’t scream or you would have. Your legs brought you in front of the two men with such speed, as the adrenaline was pumping into your veins. Before you knew it, you aimed at them.

Your adoptive father who was ready to hit Bo stopped his movement as he noticed you and he brought his hands in front of him. Bo was still on the ground, pretty disoriented by the hit he received on the head. He looked up and saw you. You had never looked so much like a Sinclair before. He knew you were his daughter then; he wouldn’t even be disappointed if you decided to kill him.

You were perfect.

“What are you doing? Shoot him, shoot him! He killed the guy, and he wants to kill us all. Your mother was right, they are murderers!” you adoptive father yelled as you eyes moved between him and Bo

“I won’t hurt ya, baby” Bo whispered to you “Everythin’s alright” he continued, trying to sooth you. And one thing was certain, you wouldn’t stand to never hear him talking to you like that anymore.

You looked back at your adoptive father, tears in your eyes. You wanted to tell him how sorry you were about what you were going to do, about what you did to his wife, but with the gun in your hands, you couldn’t.

You shooted and closed your eyes. His body loudly fell to the ground and you shivered. You looked down at Bo and helped him to get up.

He quickly hugged you before gently rocking you, so you could calm down. You didn’t cry in his embrace, you felt at peace. You felt like everything was as it always should have been.

“Ya alright?” Bo whispered to you as he cupped your face into his bloody hands. You nodded and sniffed.

Screams resonated from the House of Wax and you moved from Bo. You were ready to help, you were ready to kill some more but Bo grabbed your wrist. He softly took the gun from you and kissed the palm of your hand.

“Don’t worry, baby. Les and Vince are taking care of the two others. Ya can rest now. Ya did amazin’. Ya saved me, ya saved the family” he hummed, pride shining into his eyes. “Told ya everythin’ was gonna be alright,” he added as he brought you back against him once again.

You couldn’t fully relax, not knowing if your uncles were doing alright. You kept your face towards the House of Wax, waiting for them. Soon enough, you saw them pulling two bodies out of the museum and you felt the adrenaline leaving you.

“I need to sit down” you signed to your dad who quickly nodded. He opened Lester’s truck and sat you down at the passenger seat, as it was the most comfy place he could offer for the moment. He didn’t want you to see the body of your adoptive father either.

“Stay here, I’ll be back soon” he murmured. He needed to let his brothers know about what happened.

Soon enough, they were all around you. You quickly scanned them, to make sure they were unharmed. They didn’t really know what to tell you. They were happy, of course, but they weren’t too sure how you were feeling. You killed the man who raised you for years, after all.

Truth to be told, you used to feel guilty because of the death of his wife that was driving him crazy, but now they were back together. You felt free. You felt ready to kill again, to kill for the family business.

“Bo told us ya did the right thin’” Lester told you and you gave him a soft smile “Feelin’ all good?” he asked and you nodded.

“You don’t have to feel bad for having… killed him, you know. You protected your real father, you protected us. You did what you had to do” Vincent signed to you, even if Bo and Lester weren’t too sure that reminding you you killed him was a good idea. To their surprise, you relaxed into the seat and nodded again.

“I am a Sinclair” you said in a rough voice you hadn’t used in years.

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mrpuzzlessimp420 · 2 days

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Mario Simulator (Joke Fic)

Chapter 3

Warnings (Just in case): Arson, Suicide (no one actually dies, SMG3 is just dramatic and contemplates it for a second)

Ships: Marware, Battery Acid (Orange Juice x Mr Puzzles), Swagmaster69696969 x Sonic (like for a second)

It was a new day at Mushroom Akademi and Mario was lovesick, staring at the countless of definitely consented and not at all stalker-like photos of his one true love on his spaghetti-themed flip-phone with a Teletubby keyring hanging on it.

One day they would be together and have a pretty wedding and he'd be his everything and be together forever, but right now he'd has to put in the effort for that to happen. Sadly. Why couldn't life just make things easy for him? Why did he have to be born with this condition?

Anyway, Mario noticed Meggy waving at him to come over so he Naruto ran over, gusts of wind flowing away from Mario as he stopped, nearly causing everyone to fall over except Meggy cause she's built different.

"Hi Red! How's it going?" She playfully punched him which if it was done on any other person, would have sent them flying into the nearest wall. This was Mario though so it didn't. "We were just talking about- what were we talking about again?" She looked at SMG4 who quickly went into autism mode.

"We were just taking about how Sonic the Hedgehog is actually a good franchise and that it isn't as 'cringe' as some would say because it's a beautiful piece of media filled with cool mechanics, fleshed out characters, great stor-"

Mario quickly shut of his ears as SMG4 yappered on about some dumb blue hedgehog.

In the background, Sonic is seen judging SMG4 while holding his swagalious boyfriend's hand, who is aiming a gun towards SMG4's head.

"Oh uh Mario," SMG3 said while SMG4 still was autisming "I need to talk to you for a second, uh, privately."

"Okie-dokie! Good luck Meggy!" Mario exclaimed leaving Meggy alone with a cringe failure of a man and a declining sanity from being with him.

After they were out of view, SMG3 dragged Mario behind a perfectly cut and well placed bush.

"Okay, I think we're safe. Do you remember the plan from yesterday?" SMG3 whispered, careful not to raise his voice any higher in fear of being caught.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh nope!" Mario said, smiling innocently.

"Of course you don't" SMG3 hit his face, annoyed at himself for expecting Mario to remember anything. "We are going to spread a rumour about Orange Juice liking content farm videos."

"Why can't we just kill him?" Mario said while pulling out a double-barrel shotgun from his infinite storage pocket.

SMG3 sighed heavily "You said it yourself, Mr Puzzles will get depressed if we do that without ruining his relationship with Orange Juice first. If Mr Puzzles is depressed, we won't want to be with you."

"Wow, Mario is-a so smart!" Mario exclaimed

"Now, are you-" SMG3 tried to say before being cut off by a familiar single mother.

"What are you two doing?" Karen asked, looking down on the two suspicious individuals.

Mario had to think of a distraction, quick and fast! "UHHHHHHH Mario's PINGAS is-a stuck in the door again!" Mario shouted, a door magically appearing closed on his PINGAS

"Damn it Mario, not again." Karen stated, dragging Mario on the floor to the Nurse's office once again. Mario looked over to SMG3 and gave him the thumbs up, signaling to him that SMG3 had to start this on his own.

"The things I do for that Italian.." SMG3 whispered to himself as he strolled back to his small friendship group, in which Meggy was in a hospital bed, dying of boredom while SMG4 was still ranting about that blue rat.

"-and that's why The Murder of Sonic The Hedgehog is the best Sonic game ever and no one can tell you otherwise!" SMG4 stated, cheerfully while Meggy noticed that SMG3 was coming back and was immensely relieved.

"Oh hi SMG3! You're back! Please help me he won't stop talking about Sonic the Hedgehog" Meggy begged, clingying onto SMG3 with desperation.

"Aren't there content farms of Sonic?" SMG3 asked, ignoring Meggy's pleas for freedom

"There's content farms of everything." SMG4 gritted his teeth, at the mention of those horrible, cheap, lazy, brainrotting pieces of trash. "Why do you ask?"

"I just overheard that Orange Juice likes content farms, like unironically. Kind of cringe /neg if you ask me." SMG3 mentioned, planting the seed in his two friends head of the rumor.

"Really? Remind me never to talk to that guy ever again." SMG4 stated

"You'd believe that? What if it's just a rumor?" Meggy said, the only one in the group with a functioning brain cell.

"I heard him talking about it to Water Bottle and Apple Smoothie so I doubt it." SMG3 lied.

"Huh. I bet if Mr Puzzles finds that out, he's going to be pissed" Meggy stated.

"Probably." SMG3 hid a small smirk. This was way to easy, he probably should have asked for another condition other than not having his secrets be exposed. It was too late now for that.

The extremely loud and ear-bleeding bell rang, signaling for first period.

"Ugh, I have catering next..." Meggy sighed.

3 months ago she was banned from entering the class kitchen because she and Mario had burned the entire building down because they had tried to heat up some water. The school had to be closed for 1 week because it had to be rebuilt.

So she had to spend all of her catering lessons for the rest of her time being in this school in a dark empty classroom, writing down "I will not try and burn down the school" over and over again until she gets arthritis.

"Oh good luck then, I have to go to my art class now." SMG4 said, leaving the two so he isn't late.

"What do you have Three?" Meggy asked, not wanting to walk in silence.

"Physics, which is directly next to your empty classroom" SMG3 answered.

They both talked about random things until they reached both their classes and said goodbye.

The rest of the day before Lunch went pretty smoothly. The rumour spread like wildfire because of SMG3's conversation with SMG4 and Meggy and soon enough the whole school was talking about it, even teachers.

Mario even got to spread it even more when he got out the Nurse's office, talking to anyone and everyone about it, no matter if they wanted to know or not.

"Mario's a-proud of you S-M-G-3, you really out did yourself today." Mario patter SMG3's back like a father would to his child.

"Well, the sooner it gets done, the sooner I can leave." SMG3 stated, ignoring the fact this was the most fun he'd had with Mario ever.

Then the two of them were interrupted by a scream, a very electronic and theatrical scream coming from the rooftop of the school.

SMG3 and Mario ran in the direction of the scream before SMG3 pulled out a plot convenience portal which teleported them to the scene of the crime.

Mr Puzzles, looking obviously angered and betrayed was yelling at Orange Juice, who was backed at the edge of the railing, one nudge away from failing to his death.

"I swear I don't like content farms! They're gross and unoriginal! I would never-" Orange Juice tried to plead, before being interrupted by a furious Mr Puzzles

"I know your lying! I've heard the stories! I thought you loved me!" Mr Puzzles exclaimed, gasoline pouring out his screen, resembling human tears.

"I do love you my dear pookie bear you just have to believe me when I say that content farms are created by hell itself and I don't like them." Orange Juice stated, wiping Mr Puzzles' tears lovingly

Mr Puzzles breath hitched at the contact of his love, wanting to lean into it but just controlled himself, needing to know if Orange-Kun was telling the truth.

"If you mean that, you'll burn that place from the SMG4 Vs Content Farms video for me" Mr Puzzles stated, needing to know if Orange Juice was telling the truth or not.

Immediately, without stopping a beat, Orange Juice pulled out a comically large gasoline container with a tiny lighter and opened up a portal to that disgusting hell-like place. He then poured the entire gasoline can into the portal and lit it on fire, closing the portal before it could even spread into the school.

"So you are telling the truth?" Mr Puzzles whispered (and whimper- -gets shot-)

"Of course I am, now let's get you fixed up you beautiful doll." Orange Juice said, taking Mr Puzzles' hand and walking off into the distance, cherry blossom petals falling romantically as they did so.

Mario and SMG3 stared in shock at their failure of a plan that just played out in front of them.

"ARE YOU A-FUCKING KIDDING ME?" Mario finally shouted as SMG3 debated on jumping of the school rooftop before realising that would be an incredibly dumb idea after just one failure as afterall,

Tomorrow is another day.

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feinv · 17 hours

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Hi, if your requests are still open, then how about a yandere-ish John Wick? Inspired by your recent post regarding John being good to his girl while everyone else is terrified. Maybe she finds out about his profession accidentally and naturally, her first reflex is to run. But oops! The doors are locked and John is firm but gentle like "Let's talk. please calm down darling" and maybe some veiled threats? He would make such a delicious soft yandere.

soft yandere!john wick x reader. anon. anon…were you trying to send me into coma with this because i fear it worked…

a sob wailed out of your body when the door knob didn’t fully turn down. locked.

you turned around, your back hitting the hard wood, your writhing body facing john. “get away from me! you are a murderer…a killer!” tears streaming down your face, your vision blurry as you yelled at him with a broken plea.

“sweetheart. it’s not like tha-,” his gentle voice reached your ears before he cut his words mid-sentence, his footsteps stopping when he registered your horrified demeanor, sighing. “alright. look,” he brought his hands up in a surrendering position, a good feet away from you, indicating that he wasn’t planning on doing any damage to you.

“this whole time, darling, have i ever hurt you? emotionally, or even…physically? hm?” he questioned towards your direction, patiently waiting for your response.

what felt like an eternity passed by as you shook your head as in no, your lips quivering as more silent tears coaxed your cheeks.

“and it will stay that way,” he stated matter of factly, “don’t you get it? i don’t want you to be scared of me. not you. never you,” he stepped closer. “anyone, let alone raises their voice at you, i will slaughter them to pieces. right in front of your eyes,” his eyes shooting daggers of possessiveness and lust.

“don’t say that…john. please,” a headache was crippling through your nervous system as your slowly slid down the door, your body pooling on the floor as you weeped in disbelief and horror, “i don’t want to know that.”

“i mean it,” he kneeled down in front of you to be on the same eye level, sloowwly moving into your personal space. “i will cross every line, every moral i have in me to protect you.”

“i just…i- need to be alone. i need some space…just a day or..or two…” you tried to compromise, and make it sound like you just needed time to process everything, not escape.

“i’m afraid i can’t allow that,” he whispered, shaking his head softly, “don’t you get it what will happen to you out there? all alone? i can’t keep you safe if you run away from me, can i?”

you didn’t dare to pry further, submitting to his gentle yet firm voice, avoiding his eyes at any costs. you were terrified that you won’t find the warm brown loving hue you were so used to seeing every second of your time spent together.

“come on. let’s get you cleaned up,” he accepted his win when you didn’t flinch from his fingertips that wiped across the soft skin of your wet cheeks, directing your gaze towards him. “we will talk when you calm down, alright sweetheart?” he pecked your lips before leaving another kiss to your forehead, “i love you.”

he wrapped his strong hands around your waist, embracing you into his arms as he lifted you off the ground, carrying you to the master bedroom upstairs as you mutely wetted his cotton shirt, your arms tightly locked in the back of his neck.

#oh my god #oh god #i want him carnally #feinv—jw #feinv!jw #yandere!john wick #john wick x reader

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winchesterwild78 · 3 days

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Behind the Scenes pt 3

Master List

Minors DNI 18+

Warnings: jealousy, Fluff, language, brief mention of masturbation, physical assault and violence, attempted sexual assault.

**Trigger Warning** Attempted Sexual Assault

A/N: You are newly hired on Supernatural. Your character was supposed to be a one and done but the fans loved you so they wrote you in the story. You were supposed to play Sam’s love interest, but things get complicated when you fall for someone behind the scenes. This is a work of fiction. No disrespect to Jensen or Jared or their families. *kinda a long chapter, just wanted to set up the story*

I edited this fast- please forgive any mistakes

This is my original work, do not take it.

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You and Jensen got dressed. Well, he got dressed. You had to put back on the nude covers and your robe. You still had a scene to shoot. You arrived back on set and soon Jensen and Jared arrived. Jared came over and asked if everything was okay with you and Jensen now. “Yeah, we figured it out. I’m sure he will be fine during the scene. I’m ready to get it over with so I can put on some clothes.” You laughed. “Okay well I’m glad y’all worked it out” Jared said nudging you.

You playfully hit Jared’s arm and told him to be quiet. Jensen cleared the set and you and Jared got into position. “Alright guys let’s take it from the top” Jensen announced. You and Jared got in position and before Jensen yelled action you looked over your shoulder at him. He smiled and winked. “Quiet on set, and Action.”

The scene went perfectly. Jensen didn’t cut once and by the time the scene was over Jensen was very excited again. The next scene was your character and Sam lying in bed and confessing your feelings for each other. “That was amazing baby” Sam said. You smiled and said “it really was Sam. I’ve wanted you for a while and now here we are. I’m in love with you, Sam. I’m not expecting you to say it back. I couldn’t keep it in any longer”. Lilah confessed. Sam cupped your face and looked into your y/c/e eyes and placed a soft kiss on your lips. “I love you too, Lilah. So much. Move in with me and Dean. If you want you can have your own room or…you could share mine.” Sam responded. Lilah smiled softly and said “yes! I’ll move in with you. We will figure everything else out later.”

Off scene Jensen was watching you and Jared confess your love to each other. He felt a little twinge of jealousy he tried to push down. This wasn’t really you and Jared. It was Sam and Lilah. His head knew that, but his heart only saw you and Jared. This scene was the last one of the day and Jensen desperately wanted it to be over. He loved directing and he knew if he let his feelings get the better of him he wouldn’t be asked to direct again.

The scene continued. Lilah slowly took her hand and slid it down the side of Sam’s face. Letting her fingertips dance down his cheek. Her thumb ran over Sam’s lips and she leaned up to kiss him. The kiss deepened. Your head was swirling with thoughts of Jensen and how much you wanted to be with him. You moaned into Jared’s mouth and ran your fingers though his hair slightly pulling him to you. It surprised Jared and everyone on set. Jensen’s jaw clenched.

By the time the scene was done and Jensen called cut the jealousy in him burned like a fire. The PA helped you get your robe on so you could walk back to your trailer. The shooting was done for the day and some of the cast and crew were headed out for dinner and drinks. You told Misha and Jared you’d be there once you showered and dressed.

Jensen had stormed off set and went to his trailer. He bounded up the stairs and slammed the door. He ran his hands through his hair and growled “fuck! Get yourself together. It as just acting.” He was angry and frustrated mostly with himself. He loved Jared like a brother why was he jealous of the scene. He cared for you but the two of you hadn’t decided if you two were going to be together or not. He wanted to, but he hadn’t asked you what you wanted.

Jensen grabbed a beer and sat on the sofa. He scrolled social media and ended up on your page. He found himself looking at your posts and smiling. He thought you were beautiful, but your smile made you more beautiful. He sent you a follow request and he put his phone down.

Jared sent Jensen a text about dinner and drinks and Jensen said he’d be there. Jensen jumped in the shower and all he could think about was you and how your bodies felt together. As his thoughts drifted back to the time you two just spent together he felt himself get aroused. As he started to wash his body his hand found its way to his engorged shaft. He palmed his length and closed his eyes picturing you. He moaned and jerked himself off until he exploded all over the tile wall.

As you got back to your trailer you turned on the shower and pulled out your phone. You saw a new follow request and smiled when you saw it was from Jensen. You accepted it and set your phone down. You showered quickly and got ready to go out. You were dressed in your favorite pair of jeans that hugged you in all the right places, a low heel boot and a top that showed your curves. Your hair was down, curled and you put on light makeup. You grabbed your phone and bag and left your trailer. The Uber you ordered arrived and you climbed in.

Jensen finished getting ready and head out to the bar not long after you did. He wasn’t sure if you were going to be there but he hoped you were.

You sent Jared a text to let him know you’d be there soon. When you arrived you climbed out and went into the bar. You saw Jared right away. He’s hard to miss because he’s so tall. Jared waved you over and you smiled walking over. Everyone greeted you and told you congratulations on the scene today. You smiled shyly and thanked them. You couldn’t help but scan to see if Jensen was there. Jared leaned over to you and whispered “he’s on his way”. You nodded and smiled.

You were hanging out with the cast and crew and ordered some food and a drink. You looked up and made eye contact with Jensen as he walked in. He was sex on two legs. He was wearing a pair of tight black jeans that showed off his ass and everything he had to offer, a t-shirt that showed off his defined chest and hugged his strong biceps, and a pair of worn cowboy boots. You bit your lip when you saw him.

He made his way over to the table you were at. As he walked over he didn’t break eye contact with you and it made you excited and nervous at the same time. Heat ran through your body and settled between your thighs. You blushed. You could feel the heat in your cheeks and Jensen grinned.

Finally breaking eye contact he greeted everyone but kept looking over at you. You smiled and downed your drink. One of the extras on set and your PA from earlier were chatting with you and convinced you to hit the dance floor with them. Jensen had ordered shots for everyone and you downed it then hit the dance floor.

The group of women with you were having a great time dancing together. You were getting pretty tipsy and started dancing for Jensen. You locked eyes with him and your body started moving in ways that turned not only his head but others. You licked and bit your lips moving your hips. Your hands ran up your body and through your hair while you swayed to the music. Jensen’s eyes turned dark with lust and he licked his lips. Jared cleared his throat “Dude you look like you’re going to take her right there on the dance floor.” Jared laughed. Jensen looked over at him and blushed “sorry man I don’t know what’s gotten into me.” “I do, I looked at Gen the same way” Jared smirked.

You were dancing and told the girls you needed to go to the restroom. You walked off the dance floor and noticed Jared had Jensen’s attention. As you approached the bathroom a very tall, muscular, very drunk man stumbled in your path. You accidentally bumped into him. “Oh I’m sorry, excuse me” you said offering an apologetic smile. He looked at you and there was something in his eyes that sent a chill down your spine. You walked into the bathroom and let out the breath you were holding.

When you finished in the bathroom you walked out and check the hallway. You didn’t see anyone, specifically the man you bumped into so you walked out. You just about clear the hallway and can see Jensen looking around the room. You smiled because you knew he was looking for you. Just then you felt yourself being forcefully pulled backwards and dragged away. You screamed and tried to pull away. Your screams were muffled by the loud music and the other sounds filling the bar. The arms that grabbed you were so strong. You fought and then you felt yourself being pushed against the wall in the ally out behind the bar. It was creepy guy. You could smell the nauseating smell of alcohol and tobacco from his mouth. He pushed your arms above your head and pushed himself flush against you. He kissed you hard and you almost threw up in his mouth as he forced his tongue in yours. You moved your head to the side and screamed “help and get off me”. This only pissed him off more. “You’re such a little tease. I saw the way you were dancing in there. You were asking for a big man like me to take you. Looks like you could use a good fucking darlin” he hissed as he groped you.

Tears were flowing down your cheeks and you closed your eyes begging him to stop. All you could think of was Jensen. His smile, laugh and how gentle he was with you. A stark contrast to how this man was trying to be. He ripped your shirt and bra, exposing your breasts and he grabbed them both. One in his hand and the other in his mouth. You were still fighting. Screaming and praying that someone would help you.

Inside the bar Jensen was getting worried “Jared I don’t see Y/N anywhere.” Jared and Jensen approached the group you were dancing with. “Hey do y’all know where Y/N is? We haven’t seen her in a while.” Jared asked. One of the girls told him you went to the bathroom a little bit ago. Jared and Jensen looked at each other and thanked them. They grabbed Clif and a couple of the other guys and went looking for you.

Clif banged on the bathroom door and when nobody answered he went in. “She’s not in there” he told them. The guys all started combing the bar and Jared went out to check the front.

When he was outside he swore he heard a cry for help. He ran in the direction of the sound and was met with a fence. He ran back in the bar and towards the back. Jensen and Clif saw him and took off. They burst through the back door and saw the man standing over a woman who was fighting and crying. Jensen caught a glimpse of your face and yelled “Y/N!” He grabbed the guy off of you and punched him in the face. Clif grabbed the man and threw him to the side and Jensen pulled you into him. You were sobbing and shaking. Jared gave Jensen his flannel to put on you. He and Clif called the police and kept the guy detained until they got there.

Jensen had someone bring you a water and he held you. The paramedics checked you out and besides being shaken and a couple of cuts you were okay physically. Jensen offered to drive you home and you agreed.

When you arrived home Jensen helped you inside. “Jensen, please don’t leave me alone. Please stay with me” you begged. Jensen looked at you and said “I’ll stay here as long as you need, sweetheart.” He pulled you into his arms and held you.

“Jensen, I need to take a shower. Can you please sit outside the door and wait for me” you whispered. Jensen nodded reassuringly. You grabbed your pajamas and clean underwear and went into the bathroom. You turned on the water as hot as you could stand and climbed in. You let the hot water wash down your body. You grabbed the soap and scrubbed hard all over your body and face. You could still feel his hands on you. You felt disgusting and guilty. You weren’t paying attention to how it looked when you were dancing. You were just dancing for Jensen. At least in your mind you were.

You sat on the shower floor and sobbed. Bringing your knees to your chest. Jensen sat outside the door and with each sob his heart broke and tears fell down his face for you. He wanted nothing more than to come in and comfort you, but he knew it would upset you more.

His phone went off with a text.

Jared: hey man. Did you get her home okay?

Jensen: yeah. I’m here with her now. She’s showering and she wants me to stay. She’s scared to be alone.

Jared: that’s understandable. I feel horrible we couldn’t protect her

Jensen: I know. I shouldn’t have taken my eyes off her.

Jared: well let me know if y’all need anything and I will be there

Jensen: thanks brother. I’ll let you know.

As Jensen put down his phone he heard the shower turn off. A few minutes later you’re coming out of the bathroom with your hair in a towel, an oversized shirt and a pair of biker shorts. Jensen instinctively bit his lip. “God she’s beautiful” he thought to his self.

You walked over to him and hugged him. “Thank you for staying and being here for me.” You kissed his cheek. Jensen was a little taken aback by your kiss. He didn’t mind it but it was the last thing on his mind. “What would you like to do, sweetheart” he asked. “Can we just lay in the bed and you hold me. I was so scared Jensen and all I could think about was you.” You said as a tear rolled down your cheek. “Of course we can.” He said as he pulled the blankets back. He took off his shoes but left on his shirt and jeans. He usually sleeps in just his boxers but he wanted to make sure you felt comfortable

“Jensen, you can’t be really comfortable in those jeans. You can take them off if you want to.” You said. “I just want you to be comfortable, Y/N. I didn’t want to assume I could take them off.” He said as he stood.

Jensen took off his jeans and laid them to the side. He took off his shirt and placed it on top of his jeans. You were lying in bed looking at him. You had just been through something horrible but all you could think about was being in his arms, being with him again. Jensen climbed back in the bed and pulled you close. You snuggled into his chest and took a deep breath. His smell was intoxicating and calmed you.

Jensen’s hands were wrapped around you and he rubbed your back. You sighed softly and felt your eyes getting heavy. Jensen smiled as he felt you relax and your breathing slow down. He knew you were asleep and felt safe. He kissed the top of your head. Jensen fell asleep thinking he could get used to the two of you falling asleep together. Jensen felt a little twinge in his heart.

The sun peaked through the curtain and cast little sun streaks across your face. Jensen woke up to the beautiful sight of you still wrapped in his arms. The way the sun lit up some of your freckles made him smile. He wouldn’t have seen them without the sun on your face. He smiled and placed a soft kiss on your forehead. Your eyes fluttered awake and you saw his green eyes staring at you. You smiled as you stretched. “Good morning, Jensen.” “Good morning to you too, sweetheart.” He said.

You placed a soft kiss on his lips and he kissed you back. You climbed out of bed and told him you were going to start some coffee. You walked in the kitchen and heard Jensen’s phone ring. He answered it and you could hear his frustration. As the coffee brewed you took out your phone and saw social media was blowing up with what happened last night. There were pictures of the guy being taken away in handcuffs with a busted face, pictures of you being checked by paramedics and the headline read “Jensen Ackles involved in bar fight after co-star, Y/N Y/L/N was attacked by bar patron.” The story detailed almost everything that happened and even said the way Jensen was protecting you it seemed like you two were involved.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. How did they get so much information so quickly. You were frustrated and so deep in thought you didn’t hear Jensen coming down the hallway. He put his arms around you making you jump. “Oh god. I’m so sorry Y/N! I didn’t mean to scare you” he said pulling away. “I’m okay Jensen. You just startled me. It’s okay. I promise” you reassured him.

You hugged him and he wrapped his arms around you tightly. “Sweetheart, my manager called this morning about last night. Apparently it’s all over the internet and there are pictures too. The media is eating it up and saying we are a together. I have to go meet with my PR team this morning. You might want to reach out to your team too.” Jensen said looking at you. You shook your head “yeah. I saw the articles this morning. I’m sorry Jensen. I never meant for this to happen.” You hung your head. Jensen lifted your head and kissed your lips. “This isn’t your fault. We will figure this out.” “Um, Jensen. What should I say about us. I know we had sex the other day but we haven’t labeled anything. I don’t know what we are to each other.” You asked softly. Jensen took your hand and looked you in your y/e/c eyes and said “I want to be with you. I want to be yours and you mine.” He kissed you. “Yes! 1,000 times yes! I will be your girlfriend” you squealed.

The two of you got ready and before you left you kissed each other. You two walked to your cars and before you got in you said your goodbyes. “Goodbye girlfriend, I’ll see you later today” Jensen smiled. “Goodbye boyfriend, see you after this meeting” you giggled. Jensen took your hand and pulled you close to him. His lips captured yours in a deep passionate kiss. You moaned into his mouth. He smirked as he pulled away. You whined a little and he chuckled. “Later baby. I promise you we will continue this later.” He kissed your forehead and opened your car door. You slid in and said “okay, later”.

The meetings with both managers and PR teams went better than anticipated. They both agreed you and Jensen should release about the incident and your relationship status. The PR teams discussed putting out a joint statement.

The statement read:

In light of recent events we, Y/N Y/L/N and Jensen Ackles would like to address some news about the incident that occurred last night at a local bar and grill and other rumors surrounding us. We met with cast and crew at the bar and grill to celebrate the halfway mark of filming the season. While at the bar Y/N was viciously attacked by another patron. Jensen and several other people at the bar were able to locate her and remove her from the situation. Since this is an ongoing police matter nothing more can be discussed. When we are able to talk more about it we will. As far as our relationship status we would like to officially announce we are together. While this is new and in the early stages we want to be open and transparent with all of you. We understand as actors we are in the public eye, however, there will be times when our relationship will be kept between us. Any big news or celebrations will be shared when we feel it is best. We ask for respect and privacy as we navigate this new chapter in our lives and as we move forward from the incident last night. We thank you all for your love and support.

Respectfully, Jensen and Y/N.

The statement was sent to news outlets and posted on social media. By the time you and Jensen got back to your house the statement went viral. The executives and producers had reached out to you and Jensen to make sure your relationship wouldn’t create problems on set. You both assured them it wouldn’t.

Jensen looked exhausted and so did you. “Hey, let’s order a pizza and just hang out tonight. We don’t have to answer any calls, texts or posts. Let it be just you and me tonight.” You said. “That sounds perfect” Jensen smiled. You ordered the pizza and went to your room to change into something more comfortable. Jensen had brought an overnight bag and when he saw you going towards your room he got up and followed.

You were grabbing your comfy clothes and he leaned against the doorframe watching you. “Like what you see Mr Ackles?” You smirked. “You know it” he practically growled. Jensen crossed the room and took you in his arms kissing you. He led you backwards until your legs hit the bed. He laid you down gently and you giggled as he flopped on the bed beside you.

He wigged his eyebrows at you “whatcha wanna do sweetheart?” “I don’t know. What do you want to do?” You questioned. “I can think of a few things we can do to occupy our time.” He said. He cupped your face and kissed your lips. You put your hands on his hair and pulled him in closer deepening the kiss. Your hand pulled at the hem of his shirt and he quickly pulled it off. You placed your hands on his chest and ran your fingers up and down his body. He groaned and you bit your lip.

The sounds he makes seem pornographic at times and it makes you so hot. Your shirt was the next to go, followed by your bra. Jensen groaned when he saw your exposed breasts and hesitated. You nodded yes giving him permission to touch you. His fingers and lips felt like fire on your skin. You could feel his arousal growing and pressing against your thigh. You could feel yours pooling between your legs. You unbuttoned your pants and he pulled them off leaving you in your soaking wet panties. He stood and removed his leaving him in his boxers. You bit your lip and clenched your thighs together. Jensen’s hands were exploring your body and his lips were leaving as trail of fire and desire on your skin. He started to slip his hand in your panties and you moved your hips to allow him access. As his fingers slipped under your waistband there was a knock at the front door.

Jensen’s head fell down and he groaned. “Of course. Perfect timing” he groaned and grabbed his sweatpants. As he got up he let out a frustrated sigh. You giggled as you pulled the blanket over you. You heard Jensen at the door and it was the pizza. You grabbed your comfy clothes and put them on. You decided to leave your bra off.

As you walked into the kitchen Jensen was putting the pizza down. You grabbed drinks and he grabbed the pizza. The two of you walked into the living room and sat down on the couch. You both grabbed a slice of pizza and you leaned back laying your legs across Jensen’s legs. You felt comfortable with Jensen. It was scary how quickly he was becoming a huge part of your life. As you leaned forward to get another slice Jensen leaned forward and kissed you. You smiled and said “what was that for?” “Nothing just wanted to kiss the woman I lo…who is my girlfriend.” He said quickly. Your head screamed “was he about to say the L word?” You asked yourself. Surely not. It’s too soon, right? Your heart fluttered maybe it’s not. You smiled.

After the food was done you and Jensen sat snuggling on the couch. Your head on his shoulder and one of his arms lying across your back. His hand was running up and down your arm. This felt comfortable and perfect. You sighed softly and Jensen kissed the top of your head. The hold he had on your heart already was exciting and terrifying at the same time. Could you trust him completely with your heart?

Eventually the two of you fell asleep on the couch holding each other. As you fell asleep you felt your heart warm. You knew this was the beginning of something beautiful and long lasting. It’s crazy you thought, but you knew you were starting to fall in love with Jensen, and knew he was falling in love with you. Neither one of you would admit that just yet, but it was there and you both felt it.

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selfloverrrrrr · 2 days

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The Fallen Angel~

Chapter 3

Masterlist , This Story Masterlist

( All characters are aged up/18+)

Minors Do Not Interact

Read the warnings carefully....if you don't like my stories block me not report

Warnings : love, fluff, a lot of plots, smut , heavy smut, unprotected sex, Noncon, Kidnapping, physically and emotional abuse, biting, torture, size difference, fallen angel gojo....

Summary: Gojo Satoru was an angel. But instead of falling in hell accidentally he falls on earth and got a life like humans. Then the story begins....

Privious chapter

Gojo finally stopped crying. "Shoko... Is water full in the tub?" I asked. "Yes yes ... It's full" Shoko replied. "Okey then.... let's take him to the bathroom." I said. Then me and Shoko took him to the bathroom. "Look... take a bath... don't be scared... nobody's gonna hurt you" I said and he nodded. " Geto???" I called. Geto came in the bathroom. "Help him to take off his clothes and take bath, please " I said. "Oh... yeah sure sure " Geto replied. Suddenly grabbed my hand. "No no.... please don't leave me with him... what if he tries to cut my wings again?" Gojo said with scared eyes. "No no... don't worry he won't.... he's not a bad guy!" I said. "P-Please stay here" Gojo said. I sighed.

I looked at Geto. He looked at me with tight lips. He went towards Gojo and I turned around. Geto helped Gojo to take off clothes and take a bath. After taking a bath Gojo wrapped himself in a towel. We went out of the bathroom. "I don't have any clothes "Gojo said. "Don't worry... I'll give you my clothes" Geto said. Then he gave Gojo his cloth to wear.

Dinner was done. "Geto come here... I need your help to serve the dessert" I called. Geto came came in the kitchen. "Yupp... always here to help you ma'am" he said. I laughed. "Geto?" I asked. "Hmm?" He replied. "Are you sad?" I asked. "Why?" He asked. "Cause you seem like you are sad because Gojo isn't talking with you " I said. "Oh...nah I'm not sad.... it's just I'm not liking the fact that he's scared of me... I mean I don't want to hurt him or something" geto said looking down at the floor. "Hey look we all know you are not bad person or something... It's just Gojo is kind of scared right now... don't worry he doesn't hare you... I'll talk with him" I said. "Yeah please tell him I didn't meant to hurt him or something and..... I'm not a bad guy" he said pouting. "Yes sir.... I'll explain him everything " I said and we both laughed.

We all went to our bedroom. And sit on the bed in a circle. I was sitting between Gojo and Geto. And beside Gojo was Haibara and Nanami was sitting beside Geto. Shoko was sitting between Haibara and Nanami. We all were eating the desert. "It's so good!!!! I love sweet foods!!!" Gojo said. "You liked it?... I made it" I said with a smile. "I LOVED ITTTTTTT" Gojo said. " What are you doing Geto! Say something impress her" Shoko said with a smirk. We gave her a side eye. "Okey okey... I get it no more teasing for now" she said. "Ok Gojo tell us" I said. "What?" Gojo asked. "Everything...where are you from, what happened.... everything" I said. "Ohh... it's like..." Gojo continued telling the story.

"in heaven there's an entity called Ryomen Sukuna. He's a powerful entity. He controls everything there. He doesn't let the angels live their lives and kills them as he wants. Everyone says after I was born that... I'm the one who is supposed to kill him. But I really don't know how. They said that there is a perfect time when I'm gonna know how to use my powers. They said that my powers are way more stronger than Sukuna's power. But I don't know how to use my powers. Sukuna knows that I'm the one who is supposed to kill him... that's why he always watched my every moves. Today his servents came to me and told me that Sukuna called to see me. I went to his castle. He was there sitting on his throne. When he saw me he came infront of me from his throne. 'so you're Gojo Satoru?' he asked me and I nodded. I didn't noticed when some chains came and tied up my hands from back. He grabbed my hair and smacked my head on the piller and dragged me in the middle of the throne room by my hair. There was a big hole in the middle of the throne room. 'you filthy angel gonna kill me? Kill Ryomen Sukuna?' he said and laughed. Then he threw me from that hole. And then these happened " Gojo told us the whole story.

All of our eyes were wide open hearing the story. "Wait wait wait... What did you said the Name of the entity? Ryomen Sukuna... right?" Shoko asked. "Yes " Gojo replied. "Look... that's why I was thinking why Gojo Satoru name is seeming like I've heard it somewhere... can y'all recognise the name Ryomen Sukuna?" Shoko asked. "No..." Haibara and Nanami replied together. "The royal family you idiots!!! Noya zenin himself is a devotee of Ryomen Sukuna!" Shoko said. "Ohhhh yessss!!!! Right right... how did we forgot!" Me and Geto said together.

"Y'all know Sukuna?" Gojo asked. "Yes ofcourse....we heard that he's a dangerous entity! And the royal family is a big devotee of him!" Nanami said. "But where did you heard Gojo's name, Shoko?" I asked. "Some day I was coming from the castle... you know we have to go to the castle to take our monthly payment.... so when I was returning from there I heard Noya zenin telling someone that his God Ryomen Sukuna was planning to kill someone named Gojo Satoru." Shoko said. "The fuck!!! We have to keep him safe then" Geto said. "Yes ofcourse... you don't have to think about it too much Gojo none of us would let the royal family know your existence here" I said. He smiled at me. "T-thank you...all" he said.

"okey... it's already too late at night...we must sleep now..." I said. "Where?... I mean where I'm gonna sleep?" Gojo asked. "Oh you? Geto gonna share his room with you" I said. Gojo grabbed my hand. I can understand that he's still afraid of Geto. "Gojo look at me... Geto is a good person!!! He's not gonna hurt you... don't be afraid of him! You believe me right? So I'm telling you he'll never hurt you" I told him. Then he looked at Geto. Geto gave Gojo a smile. "Ok" Gojo said. Then all the boys left. And all of us went to sleep.

Gojo and Geto entered Geto's room. They went to the bed. "I'm.... I'm sorry" Geto said. "H-huh?" Gojo asked. "I'm sorry I hurt you then.... I really didn't mean to... actually people in our area are not good especially the royal family.... If they see you they gonna hurt you or kill you... I didn't mean to hurt you...I was doing that because I thought if your wings will be cut-off they won't recognise you and think that you are normal human like us and won't hurt you or anything...." Geto said in a sad tone. "It's okey... I can understand" Gojo said. "Do you really forgive me?" Geto asked. "Yes " Gojo said with a smile. Geto smiled back. "Am I....am I making any trouble living here with you all?" Gojo asked. "No no....not at all!... You can live here rest of your life if you want " Geto said with a smile. "You all are so good people" Gojo said and smiled back. "Thank you... and let's go sleep now... it's already too late" Geto said. "Oh... yes yes... good night " Gojo said. "Good night" Geto replied with a cackle and they went to sleep.

Chapter 4 (coming soon...)

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joanofexys · 3 days

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i would love some more info of emiko and her time with the ravens

her relationship with the perfect court?

AHHHHH Emiko time!!! Current Em is a lot happier and kinder than Raven Em so that's kind of fun

So I figure the reason that Emiko doesn't start the perfect court and doesn't wear the number one is because she's a woman in the Moriyama family. And I'm sure if Riko hadn't been born that wouldn't have mattered since obviously they're largely cut off from the yakuza anyway but when Riko's born 5 years after Emiko anything that would've been hers is something that he's seen as automatically entitled to.

Despite this she's still pushed to be the best of the best. She still is the Ravens captain when she starts college and before Riko joins them. That intense competitiveness and vicious playing style is still ingrained in her.

Emiko in the Nest acts out of survival and necessity. Unlike Riko she doesn't lash out with cruelty or brutality just for the sake of it.

She'll break bones on the court but never off of it. She's the best when she needs to be and when Tetsuji's eyes are on her she falls into place. She only has as much power as she's given by Tetsuji and she only uses that power when she feels the need to.

She does still have an unfair power imbalance with almost everyone around her. I won't pretend that she doesn't technically hold power over Kevin or Jean. That she's capable of scaring any of her teammates if she chooses to do so. That technically she's entitled to hurt them and use them as much as Tetsuji allows and that it's only because she rarely acts upon it that it doesn't happen.

She's not eager to make friends but she is eager to make allies. She doesn't lose her temper often with her teammates. She doesn't hit them harder than she has to in practice. She knows they're already scared of her and that's enough. She'll be "gracious" where she can to earn their favor.

Exy is politics. She may be a backliner but to her the game is about more than just hitting people hard. She needs to win but a win is more than the points scored. It's the trophies and the fans and a night of reprieve from Tetsuji leaving new bruises on her skin. It's the respect of not only her teammates but her opponents. It's about knowing how to talk to the press in a way where they'll ask about her skills instead of the skills of her male teammates. Instead of the skills of her brother, who hasn't even graduated high school. Everything she does is strategic. I think in many ways, and despite the fact that she doesn't even know it, her and Ichirou are more similar than her and Riko have ever been.

With the perfect court specifically it's not just respect she has for them but love. As much as she hates to admit it now she loved Riko beyond belief. And she does mourn him. I've talked about it before but she holds a lot of guilt because she does believe that she could've changed the outcome for Riko and the kind of person he was. Of course that's without her considering the fact that she was barely scraping by every day. I think the best comparison I can make for them is that they're the option where Mary and Neil don't run. If as a teen she had decided to take Riko and run they both could've been very different people. Unfortunately, all Riko is in her eyes is her beloved brother and greatest failure.

Kevin gets the gentleness that Riko did not. Largely because he has always been much more willing to receive it. While Riko would huff and pull the covers over his head and roll away at bedtime stories, Kevin would let himself be tucked in and soothed to sleep by a little girl doing her best to replace his mother. Where Riko would start screaming if someone dared to touch his toys, Kevin would bring Emiko his as gifts. Where Riko would refuse her affection, viewing it only as some cruel trick to make him weak, Kevin would accept it openly and give it in return. I mentioned in another post that Emiko collects pictures of her happiest moments and most of them have Kevin.

Jean is someone she definitely still cares for but I think they're distant. He was just so angry. And her anger was something she understood but she could never understand why he would express it. I think they're the most similar. I think in a way Jean could've learned a lot of his behavior from her. Seeing the way she shut up and took any abuse that was given and did just what she needed to survive. And maybe when he falls into place with Riko he comes to view her as weak. Despite doing the same thing. Because she's a Moriyama and he's a Moreau and he knows his place yet she doesn't seem to know hers. Jean is likely always waiting for the other shoe to drop with her. And I don't think it's until after Jean joins the Trojans and Emiko joins Olympic Court and they start that forever process of healing that they grow closer. Maybe Jean and Kevin don't talk anymore, don't know how to, but he can dial Em's number at any time, knowing she'll answer, and listen to him as he pleads "why?"

Why him? Why was he picked? Why did he have to be a Moreau? Why did he have to endure? Why did he have to live? Why doesn't it feel like living at all? Why does it hurt to hear his name? Why was he the one to have his forever partner torn away? Why did he have to leave the Nest? Why does he have to relearn everything he's ever known? Just why?

and bonuses cause they're kind of perfect court:

Neil is unique. He's both everything and nothing. She doesn't know a single thing about him. He's the only reason her boys are alive. She blames him for leaving despite knowing it's not his fault. She's glad that at least one of them managed to run. Her relationship with Neil is largely dependent on his relationship with Kevin. And with Jean.

Emiko doesn't trust Andrew as far as she can throw him. He feels the same. The two rely on a mutual respect of the others skills and care. The ability to keep those that they care about safe. She likes Andrew if he's protecting the others. He likes her if she's doing the same. The two's relationship relies entirely on a silent promise that they'll never let their people get hurt.

#and yeah that's a bit more abt Em ig #I'm not even gonna touch her and Ichirou with a 10 foot pole #they're certainly siblings. that's all i can say #asks #anon #my ocs #oc: emiko moriyama #aftg #aftg ocs

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What Lies Inside - Chapter 1

pairing/AU: AU Frankie Morales x female!reader

summary: Frankie Morales meets a woman with whom he falls desperately in love but destiny had other plans for him. With the help of his old friends (William, Santiago), and a few new ones, he tries to accept that sometimes things just don't go our way. A lot of characters created by me and the female!reader won't appear for a little while.

warnings: Prostitution, Murder, Trauma, Rape, Smut, Angst, Fluff, everything in one long fic. Mature Content/18+

word count: 1888

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Blackness surrounds everyone and no star lights up the night.

Chapter 1

This is a city like all others, with people like all others, with joys like all and with sadness like all others.

A long, dirty road cuts through the town in half, on a journey through the rot and perversion of society that takes us to the lowest point of human dignity. At the end of this street, a corner is illuminated by the sickly light of a lamp, which gives those passing by a better view of the women who, one by one, stand there, like a shop window of lives and bodies, of pride and dignities...

The corner is empty right now. Someone is already satisfying their needs with another body that is sold to them. The body. Just it. Her mind and soul are somewhere else, in a colorful place she dreamed of as a child. The body. This is how her buyer treats her. Like something inanimate and without feelings, an object made just to satisfy him, from which he can take everything he needs for his pure pleasure. The damp and dirty room completes a picture of personal horror. This is filled with the smell of the man who appropriates that dreamless woman, of the sweat that runs through the disgusting and thirsty body of another at any price or in any condition. The moans he releases each time he penetrates her deeper no longer have any effect on the owner of the used body. But, at one time, it did. At the beginning of this winding path, these sounds made her want to vomit, cry, scream and run away towards a shower in a frustrated attempt to get the image of the other person out of her mind. How many times did she end up in her room, crying, while the person she was there with was buttoning his pants and babbling about real atrocities.

“Why are you crying? You don't think this life is for you, do you? But forget that. You're a good fuck, other than that you’re worthless. You should do what you are good at. And at this you are the best.”

After many similar situations, she began to believe that this was the truth and that there was nothing for her beyond those four filthy walls, the back seat of the car, a darker alley and the corner at the end of the street that already had become part of her life. It was there that she spent her nights, like an unconscious doll, which turns on or off through the lights of the cars that stop there in search of pleasure and satisfaction. For every “How much is the fuck?”, another piece of her pride is ripped away and falls to the ground. And after each response, a body stripped of any protection enters the car, placing itself in the hands of its driver.

The man is already pulling up his boxers and his pants, while she is sitting on the bed, pulling up her thong and lowering her skirt. They don't talk to each other. He goes into his pants pocket, takes a bill and throws it at her and leaves the room with a smile on his face. She picks up the bill that fell on the floor, rolls it up and puts it in her purse. She gets up and leaves that room once again, heading towards the corner.

A light breeze rises and she tries to protect herself from the cold with her arms.

In the distance we see someone, long, elegant hair, a small coat, a mini-skirt and worn-out black boots. How many times have those boots traveled this same path, on nights like this. Every now and then a car passes by her, making hooters and whistles that no longer provoke any reaction from her, she no longer even hears them. All she has in her mind is the corner that waits for her, the solitary expectation, the next client who will take her body and finally, the return home, not before passing by her pimp's address to deliver the result of another night of humiliation and pain.

It’s already another night and she has already arrived at her workplace, where hopes and dreams die every day. She arrives and leans against the lamp that illuminates her and highlights her to the potential customers who spend the entire night there. Now, she can rest for a few moments and travel to other places, where she can be 25-year-old Sandra again, without worries and doubts.

When she was 17, her mother died and her father abandoned her to follow some woman who didn't want a man with a problem, as she called his children. Alone, she found Ricardo who promised her help. This help did not arrive, but he soon began the nightly routine of selling her for a few pennies. Ricardo thus became her pimp who sucked everything she got from her demonstrations of obedience towards her buyer.

Still leaning against the lamp, Sandra goes to her bag, taking out a pack of tobacco. She very slowly takes out a cigarette that she puts in her mouth and, after finding it in the mess of her purse, lights it with the lighter. The smoke moves in mysterious ways in the darkness of the place. Its calm and serene dance contrasts with Sandra's state of mind, who can't wait to leave that place and be able to curl up in her bed, imagining that she is being held by strong, affectionate arms, kissed by a soft and gentle mouth, desired and loved by a complete and passionate man.

Another car stops in front of her. The usual question and the usual answer. She gets in the car and hands over her body again.

At the end of another moment of abstraction and abandonment, Sandra is left on her corner, at the end of the road that cuts the city in half, and finally leaves, heading to her home.

After a night of rest, as much as possible, Sandra left the house towards the supermarket where she was going to do some shopping and then to a nearby cafe. Upon entering, she greeted everyone and the owner of the cafe with great kindness. She was already known and loved by everyone.

She sat at the counter.

“So Pedro, how are you?”, she asked.

“Like always. And you? I haven't seen you around here for a while.”, he answers.

“Everything is as usual with me. Complicated.”

“Well, you should uncomplicate that.”

“Easier said than done.”, she said with a sadness in her forced smile.

“It's going to be the usual, right?”, Pedro asked, not wanting to push anything Sandra might feel unconfortable with.

“Of course.”

“It’ll be here in a few seconds.”

“Thank you.”, she replied ending the conversation.

There, as in all the places Sandra frequented, nobody knew what her profession was. They knew it was a “complicated” situation and nothing more. But it didn't matter. Everyone adored her.

“Here it is.”, Pedro said arriving in front of her. “A coffee and a croissant.”

“Thank you. I really needed a strong black coffee today.”

Sandra remained there, sitting at the counter, tasting the croissant and enjoying the aroma that emanated from the cup in front of her. Meanwhile, a man entered and sat at the counter, next to her. He greeted everyone there and made his order.

After a few minutes Sandra calls Pedro to pay her bill. When she goes to her wallet to pay, she notices that she has no change. The man next to her notices and offers to pay for her.

“I’ll pay for you, ma’am”, the stranger said with a smile. “How much is it?”

“It’s not necessary. Thanks.”, Sandra replied embarrassed.

“I insist.”

And after speaking, he hands the money to Pedro.

“Thank you. But it really wasn't necessary.”

“It’s always a pleasure to help a lady in trouble.”

Sandra looked at him sideways and, thanking him once again, got up to leave. She picked up her bags and headed for the door, stopping at the sound of the same man's voice.

“Sorry. Don't you want help with those bags?”

“What?”

“I asked if you needed help. They seem to be a little heavy.”

“No. Thank you very much. Good morning.”

And with that, she turned her back and left.

Who does he think he is? Did he recognize me? I really hope not. He didn't look like one of those who go after my services.

She had that man on her mind all day. She didn't know why he did that, but the truth was that it was rare for someone to be nice to her without ulterior motives and besides that, he was very good-looking. His face lingered in her mind.

At night she got ready and, leaving the house, she dragged herself once again to the place that tormented her thoughts during the day. One car would stop, followed by another and another, until the end of the night and the long-awaited return home.

Once again she passed by Ricardo's house.

“So, my beautiful Sandra. Was the night fun?”, he asked with a disgusting smile on his face.

“Don’t even start. Take your money. I just want to go home.”

“And why don’t you spend the night here with me? My bed is so big. We could use it. I know. Why don’t you teach me some of the new tricks you've picked up lately? With your mileage there must be a lot.”

Upon hearing this, Sandra couldn't stand it and, on impulse, raised her hand towards Ricardo's face. He managed to grab her and instantly pushed her against the wall behind her.

“Don’t you ever do that again.”, he said in a controlled scream. “Do you hear me? Don't you dare even think about repeating this little audacity of yours. Next time the outcome may be very different. Listen to me.”

And as he said this he let go of her arm.

“Now go away. I’ve already lost the will to fuck you. Out. Now.”

And with tears filling her eyes, Sandra left that house once again, wishing she would never have to go back there but with the certainty that she would be there again the next day.

The night passed slowly and in constant fear. With every little noise, Sandra thought that Ricardo had gone back on his decision and that he would make her pay for her act that same night. For him, abuse of this kind was repaid violently, without mercy or sorrow.

A few years ago, one of his regular clients came to speak to him, complaining about the services of one of the several women he forced into prostitution. This was enough for him to unload all the accumulated stress on the poor thing. She left the hospital two weeks later.

The next day the worries of the previous night were visible on her face. She returned to the cafe again, sitting at an empty table. Some time later a man at the counter got up and went to her.

“May I?”, the man asked.

She was reticent but the kindness with which she spoke to her and her heart made her respond affirmatively.

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annabolinas · 1 month

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May 18, 1536 - Anne's Last Confession and "A Little Neck"

"This morning, she [Anne] sent for me that I might be with her at such time as she received the good Lord [i.e. the Eucharist], to the intent I should hear her speak as touching her innocence … In the writing of this, she sent for me. And at my coming, she said, 'Master Kingston, I hear say I shall not die before noon, and I am very sorry therefore, for I thought then to be dead and past my pain.' I told her it should be no pain, it was so subtle. And then she said, 'I heard say the executioner was very good, and I have a little neck', and put her hand about it, laughing heartily. I have seen many men and also women executed, and … they have been in great sorrow. And to my knowledge, this lady hath much joy and pleasure in death." - William Kingston, Constable of the Tower, to Thomas Cromwell, May 18, 1536

"She confessed and took the Sacrament yesterday. No one ever showed more courage or greater readiness to meet death than she did, having ... begged and solicited those under whose keeping she was to hasten the execution. When orders came from the King to have it delayed until today, she seemed sorry and begged and entreated the governor of the Tower ... for God's sake, to go to the King, and beg of him that, since she was well disposed and prepared for death, she should be dispatched immediately. The lady in whose keeping she has been sends me word, in great secrecy, that before and after her receiving the Holy Sacrament, she affirmed, on peril of her soul's damnation, that she had not misconducted herself so far as her husband the King was concerned." - Eustace Chapuys, May 19, 1536

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his birthday means that we are g.ladio posting like hell today

#oh man when i tell you this man is so fine-#i was not prepared for him to have his hair up post-timeskip #s/i has her hair differently as well (and some facial scars too!) but ahem #the ponytail looks really reaaly good on him 😳#ash rambles 💚#ash likes to tie it up for him and give him a kiss on the top of the head while shes at it #they spend almost all of the time during the timeskip together <3 it's not an easy time for them since... you know... everything that #happens in canon- but they are together! lots of quiet moments of holding each other after fighting daemons together like the badass power #couple that they are #oh also. ash has a pet chocobo named sage!#sage is a green chocobo and she's a sweetheart! she loves everyone except for g.ladio-#luckily post timeskip sage can now hang out with g.ladio without wanting to bite him-#g.ladio does get a pretty nasty cut on her arm from sage biting him though. it fades a bit over time + his arms are covered in tattoos but #it's there! sage bit him like that when ash comes back. so okay let's talk f.f13 s/i because i feel like i don't do that enough #she almost dies in altissia. g.ladio watches her get shot and cut up (facial scars!) and fall into the ocean and he's powerless to save her #it's pretty sad. anyways r.avus saves her (the boys have some interesting feelings about that-) and ash comes back eventually. g.ladio #apologizes to sage for not being able to save her. a while later ash comes back and sage is kinda heated- and she also doesn't mind a good #excuse to bite him. she's a good bird! really speedy and energetic! ash rides her around whenever she's not travelling with the guys #which is pretty often tbh. she spends a lot of time off on her own protecting the people from monsters and all that. but she does wear a #glaive uniform after the timeskip. man... her last words to n.octis always make me so sad. just her crying and having a hand over her heart #'thank you n.oct. i'm so happy i met you. you've been an amazing friend and...'#she looks down at the ground #'and it has been an honor to serve you my king.'#yeah. she's a pretty cool s/i! one day i'll go off about f.f13 s/i.. she's comedic relief in the first game and then boom the second game!#she's almost 50 and has a grown ass son and is a totally different person and has some very interesting thoughts about the other characters #anyways. back to g.ladiolus. his hair like that... oh man. it was ash's idea for him to tie it up in the first place and um #ma'am. thank you for your service. he looks so good- many birthday kisses for him #what a guy 😍#i think I might have a crush on him or something LMAO (<- has been in love with him and his gf for a long ass time now)

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One thing about me is that I will stand by basically every bad deed of my favourite characters fully aware of them being bad deeds. I just don't care

#'He destroyed an entire city and tried to destroy the world *twice*!!!'#Yes and he was right to do so. The motives are good and the city is fake anyway. Drown it in the abyss‚ dear boy #'He caused the fall of Camelot!' have you considered Guinevere and him wanted each other desperately and with a heart wrenching longing?#I don't care about Camelot #'He manipulated children to get his way!' again good motives. That's actually my favourite trait of them. Cheers #'He was the cause of kids dying!!!' Yes and it was quite the rational choice both times. And he wanted to go home to his wife and kid #Quite sweet of him #The other wanted to see his most important person again and ease their loneliness. I couldn't care less about the children dying #It's the 'absolute loyalty and devotion to someone means betraying everything else' approach #They do shitty things to everyone else but don't harm what matters to them the most‚ or not on purpose?#They can go wild. I'll support them in every step #Slay Gawain even if I love him. Cut heads off. Manipulate and kill children. Destroy the world. Steal from the kid you raised. Have fun #I'll bring you a snack and some water when you're done!#I talk too much #I should probably delete this later #The examples here are Heathcliff‚ Jack Vessalius‚ Lancelot and Odysseus #but I'm really okay with basically everything my faves do every time #In Ovid' Heroides it is said in one of the letters that Helen wanted to be kidnapped #I like the potential of the idea. As if trying to gain glory‚ reclaiming it as her right as daughter of a god‚#and doing so in the way she can in her condition of woman (as opposed to someone like Achilles)#What can I say. I don't care if Hector dies and Odysseus is lost for twenty years #I mean‚ I do. I love them. But also... Good for her. Go take your glory‚ girl #Medea murders the kids? Avenge yourself. Clytemnestra murders Agamemnon? Avenge your daughter. Eat him later if you want #I don't stand by this interpretation (or not entirely) but is Cathy dying 'on purpose' to hurt Heathcliff and Edgar?#Destroy their lives. I love you #I just don't care. I fully support their wrongs. They're actually rights 😔#'He is scamming and manipulating people' is particularly funny to me because that's not even all that bad?#It's always the best trait of the characters that do so #And idk maybe the scammed manipulated people could have been smarter about it

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our-lady-of-mcr · 2 months

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everytime i think im done ranting i remember something else LMFAO this one is extra long i hit tag limit god mf damn

#self #for instance.....my mom wants me to cut off everyone who is still tied to the school #and im so mad at myself for feeling a certain type of way when the campus manager called me not too long ago basically to tell me she doesnt #trust the girl who did this shit and she wasnt mad at me but was also mad at me for bringing her to her dads house #for reference we were trying to get a cat from the campus managers dads house LMFAO #and i honestly cannot wait to speak to her again and be like 😔 god dammit you were right like you were every single time #i just dont understand the wiring in her head to think the shit she says and does to people is normal and okay and how she doesnt realize it #is literally a mental health break. when i finally told my mom the first thing she said was shes probably off her medication #which.....probably isnt wrong sadly coming from someone who has borderline and very easily can lose it #but the difference is i dont give in to the urges to try to hurt everyone around me in every way i can #and me and her have said before that we thought she might also have borderline because we were very similar #but god damn does she love proving that if she has it its extremely severe or its something else entirely #on an honest note. shes incredibly narcissistic and i know her mom is part of the reason shes that way bc she was given princess treatment #her entire fucking life and then doesnt understand when other people dont treat her the same way #i hate rambling about this and i hate it that it is bothering me so fucking bad but like ???#if youre going to decide that you can put our past aside period and move on then fucking do that and stop bringing the past up as a way to #hurt me and the people around you???? she acts like shes not done horrible fucking things to people. so sorry i wrote a letter that was very #honest at the time. so sorry that when you found out i apologized for it and said i regret it because 2 weeks after my apology i no longer #regret writing it. if its making school a living hell for you....theres probably a reason for that girlfriend #i am not the person who put that shit in your folder #though i seriously fucking doubt its actually in her folder shes probably assuming it is #and youre the one who made a complete ass of yourself to every educator that ever stepped foot in that building #that has nothing to do with me that you are a literal warning given to every new educator!!!! i havent even been in school there in months #yet IM the problem??? how am i the problem when i graduated in fucking january???? everything since then falls on you #AND YET AGAIN! MIGHT I MENTION! IT IS NOT JUST MY LETTER!!! THERES AT LEAST 2 OTHER ONES!!!!!#BECAUSE IM NOT THE ONLY PERSON SHE DOES THIS SHIT TO!!!!#god sometimes i sit back and realize that theres a reason she regresses as a person and i do not #im not going to sit still anymore and let someone walk all over me and she can thank herself for that #shes who taught me that blocking and running as fast as i can doesnt fix anything #so here we are bitch. youre not blocked and im sure youre sitting at home thinking about how youre right about everything

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weirdly-specific-but-ok · 4 months

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Heylo my maggotsies... I'm sorry to do this but I have a thing that I really, really need to do (thank you Ash for helping me realise that) but I'm terrified to. so well. I'm going to make one of the posts (Neil reblogged me a couple of days ago so I feel pretty safe making one now since he only lurks by once in two weeks so this is as good a time as it gets to make a post and not expect many notes, yes I'm an overthinker and I'm actually scared of this getting notes).

Sigh. Here goes.

...I'm scared of even typing it.

Nope okay I can do this let's go.

If this post gets 1k notes, I'll look up jobs in design and film making that don't need a college degree.

2k notes, I'll sign up for an Alliance Francaise course so I can have another language on my CV, and I'll find a course that teaches me how to use design software.

5k, I'll look up distance learning alternatives, because just talking about physical college yesterday made me spend the whole morning and afternoon today in and out of nightmares screaming. Fuck.

10k, I'll tell my mum that I can't do the offline college. She's been talking to me about it, but I've been dodging because I'm not well-off and I really need to be earning and idk how to do that without college and I feel so guilty.

15k, I'll officially back out from the college (does that count as dropping out, if it hasn't begun? maybe half. i am a college and a half dropout, my 11th grade self would hate me and my 10th grade self would refuse to believe it).

I don't know what I'll do then. I don't know how to live as trans here in India, I don't know how to earn enough to be able to help my family, I don't know what I'm good at and I'm so fucking terrified. But. I spoke to @random-doctor-on-the-internet last night (I love you Ash you're such a fucking amazing human) and they made me realise that well maybe landing in a hospital with steroids to relieve an allergy attack because of exam stress isn't normal and so.

Well. Here I am. I know I can't do it, but I'm scared to risk everything, it's just not something people do here, dropping out. But also (TW s**cide statistics mentioned below the cut)... And so I've just. Got to do it, got to save myself and say no to college (cue say no to school, kids joke). Somehow be brave enough. And yeah.

To quote a financial express article: "In an alarming situation, a total of 7,62,648 suicides were reported in India between 2018 to 2022, Of this student suicides account for 7.6% at 59,239". Maybe if more people did say fuck you to the system here, that wouldn't be the case. That number could have been 59,240 (aside from everyone who wasn't counted and hushed up), that could have been me, and I don't want to put myself in that situation again. You know? Yeah.

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yueebby · 1 month

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𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 – 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮

synopsis. period piece, forbidden love

contents. ooc, angst (eventual comfort), yandere emperor!gojo, lovesick!gojo, servant!reader, obsessive behavior (5k words of gojo pining), lowkey unreliable narrator, time skips

notes. inspired by the apothecary diaries and this post. loosely based off of ancient japan (this is basically its own world). this is the prologue to the series where everything can generally be read as a standalone ! (fic under the cut)

series masterlist

emperor!gojo who broke a hundred year tradition to take you as his only lover. despite your role as a concubine, everyone in the imperial palace knew he was going to make you his empress.

emperor!gojo who had not meant to fall in love with you, but you have managed to somehow charm him. a man that single handedly brought his own clan to power– weak in your hands. hushed whispers around the imperial palace call you a witch, but they never reach your ears. not as long as he is alive.

emperor!gojo shamelessly showering you with love. he pays no mind that it is highly frowned upon, he will have his hands on you every time you are in the same room.

emperor!gojo who is livid when there is an attempt on your life. his usual ocean eyes turned to blue flames like a wild animal. servants and clan elders alike scurry under his gaze. the assailant is taken care of by his own hands.

emperor!gojo who is forced to satiate the clan elders into submission by taking in another concubine from an influential clan. he insists to you that it is no more than a political formality. who are you to meddle into imperial affairs?

emperor!gojo who can’t help himself and ends up falling for another girl who his clan elders demand he must wed. she is much younger than you, beautiful and is well bred; a perfect match for the emperor.

emperor!gojo whose frequent visits to you come to an end, forcing you to move from his chambers and back to the consorts’ pavilion.

There was a time when you had everything. A place to call home in the Inner Court, a beautiful palace with anything you could have ever dreamed of. Servants, admirers, riches; you had it all. But what was most dear to you was your lover– a man so divine, many thought he was directly blessed by the hand of God. It was too good to be true. A woman of lowly birth like you, paid as homage for the sins of her clan against the new reigning family of Japan, becoming a concubine of the Heavenly Emperor.

You remembered it all too well.

His brilliant mind that once strategized the downfall of the previous imperial family, calculating its next move in a game of Go against you. You can still remember the shock on his face upon his first defeat. The way he would keep you from leaving to fulfill your other duties until he was satisfied, eyebrows furrowing as he struggled to keep up with you. No matter how hard he tried, you remained victorious. It drove him mad.

You remembered the stolen kisses while you made your rounds in the Inner Palace with your ladies in waiting. It took you quite a while to learn to tune out their giggles every time the Emperor dips you down to taste your lips in broad daylight. The grin that he wore after was enough to leave your legs weak.

Above all, you'll always remember how safe you felt in his strong, reassuring embrace. You’ve seen him train, and it was no wonder the Gojo clan rose to power so quickly as a result of one man. The way he wields the katana is unlike any man on the face of the earth. Those arms were your sanctuary. You can still vividly recall the attempt on your life, orchestrated by a traditionalist incensed by the Gojo clan's swift ascent to power. The emperor, outraged by the assassination plot, personally saw to the man's execution.

However, the damage was done and it caused great strain in the Imperial Palace.

To appease the old geezers that were forced out of power, Emperor Gojo had taken in another concubine from one of the Big Three families of Japan— a beautiful Zenin girl. Her flowing, silky hair and saccharine voice enchanted everyone in the Inner Palace, captivating the Emperor, most of all. She was younger than you, with perkier breasts and soft skin that was enough to capture the attention of any man.

You don’t blame her for taking the Emperor’s attention away. Though you would be a liar if you said it did not hurt you. Deep down, you cannot deny the agony that sears your soul, realizing that the only semblance of love you've ever tasted remains unrequited. With a heavy heart, you resign yourself to the bitter truth of your existence, knowing all too well the cruel confines of your place in this world.

You were merely a pawn, and the Emperor did not want you anymore.

That was made clear months later when you received a scroll from the Emperor’s advisor, a man you were once well acquainted with, Geto Suguru.

“What is this?” You asked him quietly, your heart silently begging the Heavens it was not what you had suspected it to be. The black haired man in front of you does not respond, and you feel something pierce into your heart. Despite being a part of the Emperor’s court, it was rare that you received letters directly.

Your suspicions were confirmed when your shaky hands finally opened the scroll to read the familiar kanji written by your beloved.

“The Emperor decrees the termination of your role as concubine." Geto spares you the trouble of deciphering the characters neatly written in ink. “In his mercy, you are to be moved as a servant in the Outer Court. You are to serve the Imperial Physician.”

What you remember most was the silence. The Emperor’s silence after the stressful months you had to endure alone. The silence shared between you and Geto when you were forced out of the Imperial Court. All that was left was the sound of your heart breaking and the wood creaking underneath Geto’s feet as he walked away. Satoru never bothered to see you off.

Seasons change and by the next spring, you’re busying your hands with collecting herbs for the Imperial Physician, a man by the name of Yaga Masamichi. He is a kind man, pitying you enough to fill your days with laborious tasks to prevent your mind from wandering to thoughts of the unfortunate turn your life has taken. He is even generous enough to supply you with a new wardrobe of clothing full of light fabrics, a luxury you thought you would lose in the Outer Palace. Though the initial humiliation has worn off with the passing of time, you are still constantly reminded of your fall from grace.

Looks by the mix of condolences and disgust are shared when you roam the walls of the Outer Palace. You hear whispers of how the Emperor is infatuated with his newer, shinier toy. It is enough for you to swallow the bile that makes its way up your throat.

“It is no wonder the Emperor tossed away a wildflower like her in exchange for a cherry blossom. He needed someone to rival his own greatness.” A particular comment stopped you in your tracks. Your grip tightens on the woven basket in your hand filled with medicinal herbs you had collected earlier that morning.

“Have some pity on her.” Another eunuch whispers. Your breath falters, but you continue your walk with your head held up. You’ve heard the rumors. The beautiful Zenin Himiko has charmed the Emperor enough that there are rumors of a royal marriage to come. It doesn’t help that the Emperor has remained monogamous to her since he had banished you from his court.

A comforting hand links itself with your arm, “Ignore them. I saw Yaga shooing away a crowd of suitors that were lined up for your hand.” Ieiri Shoko scoffs, secretly sending you a wink. She has been studying medicine under Yaga for nearly a decade, eagerly accepting you as a companion upon your arrival. You feel your cheeks heat up at her flattery. You know she’s just trying to make you feel better.

Although your beauty never faded, it seems as though you are no longer sought after in the marriage market. Not that it matters, considering the new life that you’re living. You’re now a personal servant to the Imperial Physician, leaving no time to worry about suitors and such. Your days are filled with good work— tending to Yaga’s cherished garden that he has sowed for decades rather than frivolous games and attending the Emperor. It may not be glorious compared to your former life, but it was the best a woman of your status could receive.

When you and Shoko return to Yaga’s estate, you’re surprised to see the somber look that has settled on his aging features. Shoko makes an offhand comment that he will age faster if he keeps scowling. She receives a scolding.

“Is something the matter?” You gently place down your basket full of herbs.

Yaga sighs, calloused hands rolling up a scroll with the Imperial Seal. “It appears the Emperor’s consort has fallen ill and His Majesty commands my presence in the Imperial Palace.”

The Royal Consort. The woman that dethroned you: Zenin Himiko.

“I understand.” You nod, maintaining your composure while two sets of eyes scrutinize you with keen observation. It was only natural the emperor wanted the best doctor in the country for his object of affection. “Shall I close up the shop while you journey into the Inner Palace?”

Yaga shakes his head, “That won’t be necessary. I will have Shoko act as my stand-in.” He remarks with a quick glance in her direction “You, on the other hand, will accompany me.”

Your eyes widen.

“You cannot be serious.”

“Typically, one of my apprentices would accompany me on such journeys. However, now that I have acquired a personal attendant,” He gestures towards you with a flick of his hand, “It shall no longer be necessary.” As he speaks, he runs his hand absentmindedly through his well trimmed beard, gaging your reaction.

"I—" Your words falter and fade away. "Yes, sir," you respond, inclining your head in deference, a stark reminder of your place. While you may have concealed it, you were seething with humiliation. Returning to the Imperial Palace after a year of exile to serve the woman who took your spot was mortifying beyond measure.

“Very well. Pack enough for one week’s time. I doubt the Emperor would have called me if this was a light ailment.” He says gruffly. “We leave at dawn.” His gaze shifted to the horizon outside.

1 YEAR AGO

“Your Grace,” You purr at the feeling of his large hands scratching your head.

The smile that rests on his face is almost ravenous. “Yes, my love?”

“I think—“ A soft sigh escapes your lips when he presses on your weak points. “I should g-go.”

His ministrations stop almost immediately.

“Go?” His eyes peer down at you in his lap. It is now that you realize the weight of his piercing gaze. “Have I commanded you to leave yet?”

“No, but—”

“Then you have nowhere else to be.” He huffs, unintentionally puffing his cheeks out. You stifle the giggle that nearly escapes from your lips. He vaguely resembles a pufferfish– or so you think. Though you’ve never seen the round creature with your very own eyes, you’ve heard that the delicacy was something only members of the aristocratic class would feast on.

Your mouth waters at the thought.

“What are you thinking about that could possibly be so important? Keep your eyes on me,” A strong hand squishes your cheeks together and firmly guides your face back upon him.

You should be embarrassed; ashamed at the intimate position His Majesty has trapped you in. The way your head is tucked away in his lap as he peers down at you, nothing to shield you away from him. It was incredibly scandalous, considering that you were an unmarried woman! But it seemed like the Emperor had taken no mind towards it. You would even dare to say that he was enjoying it, with the way his lips quirk upward at the sight of you squirming.

“Your Grace,” You repeat, determined to free yourself from his hold. His eyebrows furrow.

“Satoru,” He reminds you. You purse your lips. The position you hold in his court is simply not high enough to grant you the privilege of calling him by his given name.

“Your Grace,” You try again, the title rolling off of your tongue naturally. A man like him did not deserve any title less than.

“You’re breaking my heart, sweetheart. Indulge a man, won’t you?” He pouts down at you. As stubborn as ever, you don’t relent.

“I would be overstepping my boundaries as your consort to call you as such. That privilege is reserved for your future bride.” You take advantage of his guard let down to sit up and escape his hold. If he could have caught you, he made no effort.

“I am a simple man.” He follows you to your vanity. A giggle escapes your mouth. He is anything but. “I want my love to call me by my name.”

You turn around to cup his cheek. He eagerly leans into your touch, sighing happily at the contact.

“I wonder how Lord Kento and Geto would react to you like this.” You tease, a smile unknowingly painting itself on your lips.

Satoru’s face falls, features morphing into an appalled expression. You watch him close the distance between you through the mirror.

“Kento?” His voice had a dangerous lilt in it. You blink, unsure what spurred on the sudden tension in the room. “Since when were you so comfortable around him? He cannot satisfy you like I can.” He reminds you of the man’s castrated state as an eunuch. You wince.

“I have not gotten comfortable,” You’re careful to pick your words. Gojo’s possessiveness was something that was not easily tamed. “He simply provides good conversation while you are away.The palace is far too big and lonely while you’re away dealing with clan matters.”

The only response you get is a quiet grumble. “You’re lucky that you’re pretty.” His large hand creeps its way into your hair again, undoing the hairstyle your ladies in waiting had spent a copious amount of time on earlier that morning. Gojo carefully plucks the extravagant silver hairpin from your hair, the dangling pearls clicking softly at the sudden movement. His hands slowly make their way down to the kimono that you are wearing, hands ready to undo the obi.

Your hands softly hover his, “I fear that our roles have been reversed. Should it not be me who gets you unready, Your Grace?”

He chuckles and through the mirror you can see a smirk make his way to his lips, “I’d let you undress me any day. Just say the word, beloved.”

You roll your eyes, but allow him to continue. It was moments like these with the Emperor that led you on to believe that there was a semblance of love between the two of you.

How wrong you were.

PRESENT DAY

The sun has yet to meet the horizon when you arrive at the Inner Palace. The horse-drawn carriage that you and Yaga had taken is the only sound at the scene, clopping down the stone road and back to the Inner Court. You miss the serenity of the beautiful palace you once resided in, knowing that it will be bustling with life in just a few short hours.

In front of the large doors of the primary ceremonial hall where the Emperor spends most of his time, stands Lord Nanami, a counsellor to the Emperor himself. Time has only made his face sterner, but his neatly styled hair and blue and yellow dyed court attire remained the same. He waits patiently while you and Yaga make your way up the flight up stairs that lead up to the hall.

“I am glad to see you in good health, Yaga.” Nanami bows.

The man next to you promptly waves his politeness off, thanking him for his hospitality. You stand silently while the two men engage in conversation regally.

Lord Nanami sighs, “His Majesty has been plagued by stress lately. To say I am relieved by your presence would be an understatement.” His statement is a subtle reminder that you must harden your heart upon entering the palace walls. The meticulously built walls were no longer a sanctuary for you, rather, a painful testament that you were no longer wanted.

Yaga lets out a hearty laugh and it reveals a rare sight, Lord Nanami’s lips curving upwards by a slight. “I highly doubt the boy would be glad to see me. The appearance of the Imperial Physician is portentous.” He scratches his beard. You tilt your head in confusion at how he referred to the Emperor.

“I suppose, yet I am intrigued to find out how he will react upon seeing his object of affection flourishing anew despite the sting of frost.” Nanami audibly wonders. Even a fool could understand his eloquent comparison. The Emperor would be thrilled to see his consort in full bloom once again. You pray that the Heavens would grant you some mercy from witnessing such a scene.

“Youth,” Yaga shakes his head, chuckling to himself before regaining composure. “I mustn't keep the Emperor waiting. [Name], please gather the herbal ingredients to treat the young Consort as you seem fit. I shall confer with His Majesty and meet you in her chambers to declare a proper diagnosis.”

You bow, “Yes sir.”

While Yaga prepares to enter the doors where The Heavenly Emperor resides, your eyes couldn’t help but gaze longingly at the large bronze doors.

“You seem well,” Nanami addresses you for the first time in over a year. Your eyes trail from the Emperor’s door to the blonde man in front of you. “Allow me to guide you to our herbal stock.” Nanami offers you his arm as you start to make your way down the stairs.

You take it, lightly holding his arm. “Thank you, Lord Nanami. Time away from the Inner Palace has been like a breath of fresh air,” You respond, ensuring your voice carries no malice. You hear the large palace doors from behind you open, the metal creaking loudly in the quiet dawn.

“I must ask you to call me Kento,” He leads you down the stone steps. “We are old friends, it is strange to hear anything but.”

You focus on your steps down the stairs, only responding once your feet meet the solid ground, “I fear that our social statuses have changed since then. It would be the cause of a scandal should anyone hear I am calling the Imperial Counselor by his given name. Your admirers would have my head on a stick.”

“Your imagination is amusing as always, [Name].” He gives you a closed eyes smile. You huff.

“I am only speaking the truth!” You insist. He chuckles.

“It is quite refreshing to see both you and Yaga again. I’m not sure how long it has been since I have been at the imperial physician.”

You gape at his confession. “You mustn't skip your annual visits to the physician, Kento. It is in the best interest of your health!” You lightly scold him, lifting your hand to flick his forehead. It was a force of habit. “Perhaps if I have time after treating the Consort, I shall do a check up on you.”

Nanami clears his throat at your comment, the twinkle in his eyes dissipating as if your direct touch had burned him.

“I would rather not lose my head.” He mumbles, eyes scanning the courtyard around the two of you. You knit your eyebrows, confused.

Nanami leaves you to fulfill his duties once you arrive at the Royal Kitchens to retrieve all the necessary items to treat Consort Himiko. You are glad that he did not accompany you into the kitchens to prepare Consort Himiko’s herbal soup.

The memory of it still irks you.

“You’re late,” One of Consort Himiko’s ladies in waiting snaps just as you enter the kitchen. You look up to see a young girl, dressed in a light purple kimono. It must be Himiko’s signature, you note. It was strange to see someone outside of the Imperial family donning the color, but you suppose it was only a grand display of Himiko’s influence.

“You’re a lot more plain than I anticipated,” The other lady in waiting quirks an eyebrow, eyeing your appearance. You furrow your eyebrows, shocked by their rudeness.Their undying loyalty to their Lady was enough to fuel an unspoken hatred for you. Though you’re not sure that the two coincide, you don’t blame them.

The two are mixing a concoction that you don’t recognize to be used to treat the sick. The taller one adds some aromatics and herbs in and you see the other one unwrap a cloth to reveal a rare delicacy from the West. Cocoa, you believed they called it.

Then it hits you– the two are not making a medicinal soup for their Lady, rather they are making an aphrodisiac! The image that conjures in your head makes you blanch. Back in the Outer Palace, Shoko had shown you the effects of the stimulant (you shiver at the memory of her shoving a treat laced with it into your mouth). It was certainly a night to remember.

“How pathetic,” You mutter underneath your breath, quickly rushing to obtain the ingredients you needed without making conversation with the two girls.

Fortunately, they pay you no further attention for the time you’re in the kitchen.

“Please excuse me,” You bow upon entering the Emperor’s chambers. Despite the Consort’s Pavilion being similar in size to a small town, you remember spending most of your time in the Emperor’s chambers rather than your own. It was probably the same case with Consort Himiko. You slowly place the tray carrying broth and medicinal herbs to treat the Consort down on the circular wooden table in the middle of the room.

Out of curiosity, your eyes can’t help but soak in the Emperor’s room. Not much has changed since you’ve left. His Majesty’s preference for minimalist decorations have stayed the same, along with his natural musk that fills your nose. You feel your face heat up at your own thoughts. How could you think of such a thing when you are about to meet his new lover?

Your gaze moves to his bed, where Consort Himiko resides– only to find nothing.

“Huh?”

You observe his bed, silk sheets neatly made, seemingly untouched. The sounds of your sock clad feet patter on the wooden floor as you make your way to feel the bedsheets for any signs of warmth, but you are met with nothing.

“Don’t you know that entering the Emperor’s chambers can be punishable by death?” A deep voice from behind you causes you to jump in your spot.

Your guard is immediately raised, head whipping to the sound. In hindsight, you should have never agreed to accompany Yaga on his trip. It was a foolish idea all along, you think as all of the air in your lungs dissipates upon seeing your former lover.

Standing at the entrance of his own sleeping quarters is Gojo Satoru, his frame big enough to tower over the doorway. His arms are crossed over each other, electric blue eyes focused on nothing else but you. You press your thighs together tightly to avoid squirming anymore than you are. He has loosened his dark blue kimono to expose some of his hardened chest, a sight any woman in the nation would die to catch a glimpse. Even underneath all of the fabric, anyone can see his divinely sculpted physique.

“Your Grace,” You waste no time to dip your body deeply, praying that he will allow you to keep your head by sunset. “I apologize for the intrusion, I was under the pretense that Consort Himiko resided in your quarters–” Your voice loses itself in your throat when you see his shadow quickly encroaching.

“Himiko stays in her Pavilion,” He towers over you, eyes gazing down on you. “But one might suspect that you already knew that.”

Your eyes frantically meet his feet, desperate to salvage what was left of your dignity, “I assure you that I speak of the truth, Your Majesty.”

When he doesn’t respond, you slowly lift your head.

The flustered look on your face must have been amusing to him, as he makes his way closer to you, bending down to interrogate you further.

“Is that so?” He hums, enjoying every second of cornering you into his chambers. The back of your legs have met his bed, trapping you. You inhale sharply, trying to keep your breaths even, refusing to give him the satisfaction of knowing the effect he had on you.

He continues, “You’re awfully skittish for someone who was happily skipping around my territory in the arms of another man just earlier.” His predatory gaze seems to darken.

“Kento?” When his name leaves your lips, the man in front of you grits his teeth. You turn your head to the side, deliberately avoiding him. “With all due respect, Your Majesty, but I don’t see how Kento and I’s relationship is any of your concern,” He does not take your actions well, his gaze searing into you.

“It certainly is when the woman in question is you,” Gojo’s voice loses its feral lilt, distress flashing across his face. There’s a newfound desperation in it that chips away at your resolve. His hand raises to your face so slowly, as if he did not want to startle you.

“This is wrong. I– I saw a couple of servants earlier making aphrodisiacs, perhaps you could have unknowingly consumed them.” You tell him, frantic eyes meeting him. It is not unusual for couples to use aphrodisiacs, you know that after under Yaga. The Emperor must have mistaken the laced dessert for his usual.

He shakes his head, running a hand through his white hair.

“You are mistaken. This is solely your effect on me.” He promises. You could barely believe his words, stuck between feeling offended or shocked.

“How could you stand to be so cruel?” Your voice is barely above a whisper. There are no tears in your eyes this time. “I am not a courtesan you can buy for the night,” You snap, pointing a harsh finger to his chest.

“What do you mean?” He sounds breathless.

“Whatever do I mean?” You scoff, a dry laugh escaping your mouth. “For a year, all I have gotten is pity from the world, because you decided I was no longer entertaining. You could have at least banished me away yourself. Instead, you sent Suguru who couldn’t even look me in the eye! Don’t you know how humiliating that is?” With every word that left your lips, more venom seemed to drip. Anger was prickling you all over, taking control of the rational part of you.

Gojo seemed to be taken aback by your outburst. It was far too late to take anything back now. If you lose your head by nightfall, so be it.

You dig a deeper grave for yourself when you take advantage of his moment of weakness to flee. He’s quick to react, attempting to grip your wrist.

“Wait, [Name], beloved–” He uses that all too familiar term of endearment, but it doesn't deter you.

You accidentally bump into the circular wooden table placed in the middle of the room. What an awful place to keep it, watching in horror as the Consort’s medicine shatters on the floor. To add salt to the wound, a vase you recognize to be specially gifted to the Emperor from a foreign nation tips off too before you can catch it. The sound of porcelain shattering fills the room.

“[Name]! Are you alright?” You hear Gojo ask from behind you, but you run over the broken shards before he can catch you.

Had you bothered to pay closer attention, you would have noticed articles of your clothing and a couple of your missing belongings littered all over the room– creating a faux impression that you never really left the palace.

Days passed by after the incident, and luckily, your head was still attached to your body despite offending and nearly endangering the Emperor. Yaga’s disappointment when you had told him what happened was made evident when he sent you home early after hearing the events that transpired, insisting that he can handle the Consort on his own. Normally you would have argued, but you knew better than to inflict Yaga’s wrath.

“Now you’ve really done it,” Shoko whistles lowly, walking in from the front of Yaga’s shop.

You hide your face in your hands, “I made an absolute fool of myself, didn’t I?”

“A fool? No. A conspirator against the Emperor? Perhaps.” She dangles a scroll with a familiar seal on it. The Gojo Clan’s familiar emblem reflects off of the sunlight spilling into the room. Your heart drops.

“Oh, they’ll have my head.” You moan, hands instinctively lifting to shield your neck.

“Though I’m quite impressed that Yaga only sent you back here. He used to have worse punishments.” She shudders before impatiently unraveling the scroll. You watch her eyes gradually widen as they read the contents of the letter. The scroll falls from her hand.

You rush to it, desperate to read your fate.

To [Last Name] [First Name],

Greetings and prosperity unto you.

By the mandate of the heavens and the authority vested in Us, We hereby extend Our solemn words to you, [Last Name] [First Name], servant of the realm, in acknowledgement of your debt to the Empire.

In response to your unmeritorious deeds, The Emperor bestows upon you His imperial pardon from capital punishment. In consideration of your obligations and the harmony of the realm, it is hereby decreed that you shall serve as an indentured servant to the Imperial Household for a period commensurate with your debt. During this time, you shall labor faithfully and diligently under the supervision of Our Heavenly Emperor, performing duties essential to the welfare of the Empire.

By fulfilling your obligations with diligence and humility, you may yet earn favor and esteem in Our sight.

The Imperial Court

A loud gasp escapes your mouth.

You feel your legs weaken, your emotions running wild. Shoko’s eyes meet yours, mirroring your frantic gaze. In that moment, you are met with the same suffocating sense of hopelessness.

extra!

gojo was kicking his feet happily as he watched suguru draft out his letter to you. suguru thought it rather cruel, while the white haired male was too busy purring happily as he fantasized about having you back into his grasp.

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