#if you just watch silently you miss this gem

[thecityofdoors]

what were ketheric and durge arguing about in the memory? wrong answers only

[astraystayyh]

red lollipop.

f2l. tension and mutual pining under the stars.

a red lollipop.

that is the most recurring vision in felix’s dreams, the scarlet candy swirling around his mind in abstract shapes, draping his sleep-state with saccharine thoughts.

felix realized that he liked you because of one singular red lollipop.

he had known you for as long as his memory allowed him to recall. years of friendship where you had laughed until your stomach ached, but also dried his tears and held his hand until his darkest nights passed. wherever you were, so was he. his one platonic pilar in life.

so, when felix watched you indulge in a red lollipop on a random summer afternoon, he felt distraught, to say the least.

the candy swirled around your tongue absentmindedly, its vivid hue imprinting itself onto your glossy lips. your eyes were cast on the open book before you, and the lollipop seemed to liquefy and drip on felix’s cheeks, for they were blooming with a blush he had never sported before.

felix wanted to kiss you, suddenly, without a previous warning. he imagined pressing his mouth onto yours and letting the sweetness of your being run through his, over and over again, till all he remembered was the chant of your name and the taste of strawberries melting on your mouth.

it is weeks later and you are sucking on another lollipop right now. only this time you are looking up at the sky, stars scattered like gems reflected in your eyes— a mirror crafted solely to capture the beauty surrounding you.

you love stargazing with felix, dragging him with you each time the weather forecast predicts a clear sky. the blanket you laid out feels soft beneath your bodies, but it pales before the softness of your hands as they brush against his own, each time you point out a star that twinkles a bit more than the rest.

he’s awfully quiet tonight, afraid if he opens his mouth then the only words that would spill out would be “you’re so pretty” and “please, please kiss me till i can’t breathe.” so, he chooses silence, his gaze subtly lingering on your form, his eyes fixated on that damned lollipop.

“you know, i think astronauts missed the prettiest constellations,” you muse and he hums, intrigued, tilting his head to look at you.

you prop yourself up on one arm, your hair cascading like a blanket over the contours of his face, its ends brushing against his cheeks akin to soft feathers. you nudge the lollipop to the right side of your cheek, a gentle smile playing on your lips as you gaze down at him.

felix’s gulp is awfully audible in the quietude of the night.

“they missed this one,” you trace with your finger over his freckles, as if they are coffee-stained stars forming constellations of their own. you then follow the trail over the bridge of his nose, your finger lingering just above the slate of his cheekbones, gliding slowly over the freckles beneath his eyelids.

his heart hammers in his throat, pulsates in his knee and stomach— you are bringing each one of his pulse points to life with your touch.

you are flirting with him, right? friends don't gaze at each other like this, with pupils fully dilated and a hand delicately grazing their cheeks as if tending to a fragile china vase.

he’s too far gone in you to back out. he yearns to find out, now.

so, he boldly plucks the lollipop from your mouth, guiding it teasingly over your lips, leaving them coated with the sticky sweetness of red. His breath catches as you tilt your head, a silent dare in your gaze, and the stars above fade into oblivion as he gazes at you – you, whose essence is crafted from moon dust itself.

“can i kiss you?” he whispers quietly.

“i thought you’d never ask,” you smile softly, before leaning down to press your lips on his own. they remain there for a few seconds, unmoving, but felix grows greedy as his hand untangles in your hair, moving you even closer to him.

your lips move in a steady rhythm and felix feels drunk on the softness of your lips, on the way your mouths meet only to part once more, on the dulcet way you bite his lower lip, on your saccharin taste tinted with strawberries and summer fields.

“i… i like you so much it’s driving me insane,” he confesses, chest heaving. “can i be yours? please?”

felix dreams of the lollipop yet again that night, red like the blush that sprouted on his cheeks as you kissed him again before you freed him from his longing, ‘yes,’ you said, ‘i’ve only ever been yours’. red like the blood coursing through his veins carrying your name to the chambers of his heart. red like the marks you left on his neck, collarbones and chest, anywhere your lips could reach, everywhere your love would be felt in.

[nmakii]

DOMESTIC LIFE WAS NEVER QUITE MY STYLE…

— married life with alastor back in 1925, louisiana

— is this ooc :(? ive been in a ooc rut ever since school ended i miss my pookies n like i cried so much that day 😔 BTW THIS IS THE FIC I HSED THE ALASTOR AI TEXTS :>

lord above! you have to be some kind of gem to secure a man such as alastor. to be that woman, it’s almost certain that you’re someone who understands alastor in ways no one else has.

he doesn’t tend to express his affections physically, but more than makes up for it through his sweet nothings and lavish gifts

he’s most definitely the type to spoil his wife, but only if you ask him for it yourself. he doesn’t want to buy things you have no use for

has a trust fund in his will set for you if, god forbid, he died before you. he doesnt want his love to worry about money, just let him take care of it.

unlike many households at the time, alastor would help with the chores. despite his full-time job, he’d sorta understand that taking care of a house is a full-time job in itself since he’d spent his childhood watching how hard his mother works so, he agrees to always split chores with you.

because of his work, and his popularity, his boss asks that he comes in early to host the morning segment of the show. because of this, it’s not often that you two share a morning together. but, he still remembers to kiss your pretty head good morning, occasionally adding a request for dinner

his mother is MORE than happy to welcome you into the family. she’s just glad that her son found someone that makes him happy.

honestly on the fence about kids. on one hand, it’d make his mother really happy, as well as how it’s expected at the time period. but, he isn’t too interested in physically showing his desires. and, he is quite busy as well with his job and the whole murdering thing. it’s only if you ask him explicitly that he’d decide to look into it, maybe adoption? :>

quite good at putting your insecurities at ease. sweet nothings for days on end can come out of his mouth and he’s still not done.

as you sob into alastor’s chest, his arms wrap around your body warmly as he plays with your hair. "whenever you’re ready to talk, my love.” he held you close, wiping your tears until you were ready to talk.

alastor listened silently as you told him of all your doubts; that you weren’t a good wife, the whispers of every woman in town, everything. “my love, i’ll love you no matter what. it’s the woman inside that i am in love with.” he says as he brushes the hair out of your face, gazing down at you lovingly. “i won’t lie, there are times when you are… feisty. but, it’s your passion and intelligence that always bring me back to you.”

your lips quiver as you try to quell your tears. “can… can you swear that? that you’ll love me no matter what..?” his gaze became gentle as he saw the genuine doubt in your expression. “you have my word, dear. no matter what happens, i’d never stop loving you. even if we fought everyday, i would still be a fool for you. because, well… i suppose the heart wants what the heart wants. and, it is you that my heart yearns for, love.” alastor assured you, his eyes falling as he spoke.

as the sweet nothings fell from his lips, your tears ceased, finding the warmth in his touch. “thank you, dear… you always know how to make me feel better, i love you so much…” you sighed, curling into his touch. “mmh, i love you as well, my pretty girl.” he grinned, kissing your forehead.

as stated above, alastor is not particularly attracted to your looks, but moreso your intelligence and your ability to see right through that charming facade of his. funnily enough, it started a healthy relationship for one of the most deranged men out there.

he’d also be quite attracted to you if you joined him one night. nothing’s more attractive than your beautiful wife in a pretty dress he bought for you all bloodied up with a knife in your hand.

he loves to show you off to the newspapers as his pretty doll, not only because you’re quite the eye candy, but to also make you confident in yourself

he’d still get jealous whenever he’d catch someone staring too long though. ironically enough, he thinks it’s adorable when you get jealous and pout your face. he’s your’s after all, body and soul! why fuss over something that’s not gonna happen?

arguments are quite rare since alastor doesn’t tend to do things that are argument worthy. one of the few reasons you tend to argue is when alastor heads to the club after work and comes home drunk and much later than he intended to. and, after all that, he still apologizes for coming home late, probably tries to come home early so he can cook dinner the next day as an apology :>

[insomniakisses]

An eye for an eye | Two

Characters: helaena (main, romantic), Alicent (mentioned, platonic), Aegon (mentioned, platonic) , Aemond (mentioned, platonic)

Reader type: Female omega reader

Warnings / Notes: NSFW / Minors dni, omegaverse au, alpha helaena, she has a penis, cannon typical incest, sister x sister incest, smut, mentions of breeding, breeding kink, mentions of scars and traumatic events, fake eye, mentions of eye injury, hinted depression

Parts: one.

—

“Im so sorry baby” is all she keeps saying kissing your head and carrying you to her chambers. You spend the night there, tucked into her embrace as she holds you swearing to protect you from this day swearing that one day the king will get what he deserves. And praying to the gods for all her children to be safe.

—

It had been 6 years since that night and you hadn’t been the same. Gone was the girl that ran around the gardens with her brothers, rode on dragon back with her sister or sketched the many bugs her sister held. Now you were silent, tucked away in the dark as if afraid of what would happen should someone see you.

Like aemond you had been given an eyepatch, and a gem of your choosing for your eye. But no matter how bright the gem, how beautiful and gleaming or how much the patch concealed your lack of an eye. Nothing hid the scars on the right side of your face though faded, the lines were still visible.

You hated it, hated the sympathetic eyes just as much as the disgusted ones. You were never given a suitor, none having come forward after the loss of your eye or maybe it was that the king never cares enough to get you one.

So you sank into the lonelyness, the darkness of your room. You ate there, slept there and spent your day there. You hardly left. Hardly had visitors. Hardly did anything. It was like your joy had gone.

Aemond understood, at least at the start, but as he aged he grew angry and vengeful. Telling you of his plans to take lucerys’ eye that it HAD to be done. But you didn’t want that, that is the exact mindset and talk that lost you your eye.

Aegon also tried to get you out of your pit of darkness suggesting dragon rides, going drinking but you simply curl up refusing.

Your dragon of course misses your absence having minimal rides and time with you. You find it hard to move on, just like aemond, but your resentment lays in yourself and not a boy.

The boys, of course, weren’t the only ones that tried to bring you out. Your step mother, Alicent, had tried many times and even layed with you when she had time allowing you to curl against her for comfort as she whispered affections.

Them there was Helaena, sweet sweet helaena. Often overlooked by your family but the sweetest and most deserving of love. Often did she come to your room. Not to drag you out of it, but to stay with you. To give you some rest from the dark.

She would sit and silently embroider her bugs, pick up the ones she’d find by the window and mumble to herself occasionally.

At first it bothered you, why wouldn’t she just leave you alone? Couldn’t she see you wanted no one’s company? But today, today was different.

-

You had awoken to a knock and a maid had entered to ready a bath once you were washed and changed you simply sat at the windowsill watching the busy courtyard and staring at the sky when one of the dragons pass by.

Your head turns when the door opens and helaena comes in silently sitting beside you. You let a hot puff of air out and watch her hands work on her latest piece, a moth you believe, the colours having been more subdued than the butterfly she had last done.

The more you watch the more you take in her beauty. It doesn’t come as a shock. You had always known your sister was pretty, as was the way for most born as Targaryens. But looking at her now you really see her.

You reach for some parchment and some chalks staring intently at her side profile, the sun perfectly hitting her loose curls that cascade down her back and shoulders.

You bite your lip as you stare sketching her perfect features the best you can, after all it’s hard to recreate such perfection.

The room is almost silent, filled only by the sounds of chalks on paper and needle and thread through cloth. She finishes her piece after you turning to look at you and gets a glimpse of the parchment and the way your crystal eye sparkles in the sun and you gasp letting out a quiet “no don’t look!” And she freezes confused at why you would deny her such beauty and she continues to stair eyes full of adoration. “You shine the brightest and yet you confine yourself to this darkness” her words are quiet but full of truth and the way she looks at you makes you feel so brave.

You gently reach up to cup her face waiting for a sign of permission and she leans into your touch kissing your palm not caring that the chalk is now on her face and you take a shaky breath before leaning in and her eyes close as your lips barely brush hers and she lets out the cutest neediest moan and leans forward lips following yours as she chases the kiss.

You cant help giggle and you grab her hand leading her to your bed. Standing beside it to kiss her again and her hands make quick work of undressing you, as you undress her, and once your both bare theres an air of shyness.

You shaking reach for her face again and she smiles leaning in for a kiss and gently pushing you onto the bed her body between your legs as you kiss her soft hand caressing your sides as she kisses her way across your face.

“So beautiful” she whispers as she kisses your scars and your eyes flutter shut a soft hum escaping you as her smooth hands caressed your hips.

You whine in need wrapping ur legs round her hips and she hums grabbing her cock and rubbing her tip against your clit moaning.

You pull her down for a kiss and she slips the tip of her cock in, thrusting it in and out refusing to go deeper. She knows you’re unmarried and should remain “pure” but she also cannot help the need to burry herself in you.

She manages a few more shallow thrusts, panting against your jaw occasionally placing a kiss or bite against your soft skin.

“I- I can’t I’m sorry” she whimpers and you don’t realise what is happening till you feel a sharp pain and an uncomfortable stretch. She has buried herself to the hilt. Cock twitching as she spirts her load into you hot thick cum painting your walls as she groans hiding against your neck. Kissing and sucking it in between her needy whines.

Your eyes are screwed shut, legs locked around her waist silently pleeing she stay buried inside you as your own moans and whines of pleasure fill the room as your orgasm takes hopd aided by her thumb eagerly rubbing at your clit.

Its like time stops, nothing either of you can focus on but her seemingly endless cum shooting into you spurt after spurt. Your walls clenching hard around her, milking every drop.

Her hips stutter at the last drops on her load leaks into you and her hips immediately start back up, her hands coming to hold ur legs to your chest as she ruts into you.

Gone is your sweet soft Helaena, replaced by a rough pounding alpha mind only focusing on the feeling of herself buried deep in your heat her tip hitting you so deep it makes your head spin. Her warm cum dripping from you every thrust leaking down her balls and ruining the sheets.

You move one hand to her jaw pulling her into a kiss as she groans deep, both of your moans mixing as her tongue runs against yours. Your other hand moving to rub your sensitive clit legs shaking slightly as the pleasure becomes all too much another orgasm rippling through you.

This time, however, she does slow her hips imstead she quickens her pace slamming rougher and rougher into your cumming once more as she slams her cock deep growling and slapping your hands off when u attempt to push her away.

“Stop! Stop! Please hel, its too much!” Your please are ignored as she seems in some sort of trance. Pulling you lower on the bed towards her moving you into a mating press.

“Can’t.” She groans, “can’t stop.” She whimpers a little her cock past sensitive her cock blushing red as it slams into you again and again. “M’sorry” she moans breath ragged and eyes wide as you both feel her knot start growing and with a final moan she pops her knot.

It slips in with the wettest pop and she gasp yelping when you clench around her hard. Both your eyes rolling back as she gives another big load and your legs shake squirting all over her legs and abs. Her happy trail covered and sticking to her skin causing a needy whine.

“Fuck baby” you whimper as she slumps against you moving your legs to wrap round her waist her cock slipping deeper at the new position.

You both lay there drifting off to sleep contently her cock continuing to twitch and leak cum as her hips grind against you having a mind of their own and she burries her nose in your neck while you rub her back. Neither of you really taking in what you have just done..

[urwhorecrux]

UGH I love sub draco 🫡 if you can I'd love it if you could write something about him!! love ur writing

thank you so muchh this means a lot to me <3

⋆ ˚⁀➷ ₊˚⊹⋆ birthday boy - d.m

pairing. draco malfoy x fem!reader.

summary. reader visits draco, her friend on his birthday. smut.

warnings. smut, (16+ please), sub/dom characters, p in v, praises, mommy kink.

a/n. idk this can either be third pov or your pov, it''s really all over the place. lmk if yall want a non mommy kink ver.

word count. 1.2k

y/n looks up at the clock hanging on her bedroom wall, "11:02 am" it read. it was the next day, one she had been waiting for since school recently let out.

she stood in front of the mirror, softly flattening her skirt as a final touch to her outfit. she decided to dress up, it was a special day after all. she wore a long, black satin skirt. along with a dark green corset, as it was draco's favorite color after all.

you planned to stay at the malfoy manor, though his father wasn't exactly "fond" of you both seeing each other, it was somewhat allowed. he assumed there would be nothing more than just you two being friends. with a wave of your wand, you apparated to the dim manor. the manor was completely dim, even for such a bright day.

you softly knocked on the door, and soon you faced a blonde-haired guy who stood straightly, a small smirk appearing on his face. he stood tall, wearing a black suit bringing out his every attractive feature.

"you came" he greeted her, taking her hand in his guiding her in.

"'f' course i did, i wouldn't miss my best friend's birthday, and after all these years? no, I couldn't". she laughed, making draco softly chuckle.

draco softly cupped her face, gently pulling it closer to him, planting a soft kiss on her cheek.

"here, happy birthday love" she placed a small, velvet black box in his hands.

in his hands he slowly opened it, revealing a silver black gem ring, two small snakes sitting on each side.

his eyes lit up, admiring the ring with a soft smile on his face. "y/n it's perfect, thank you love", he pulled softly by her waist, kissing her forehead, thanking her.

he inhales deeply, pulling only inches away from her face. the tension around them grew by each second, as the room stayed silent.

"y/n, i um-" he takes an exhale in before continuing, "i-i think I've grown to like you- or, grew to fall in love with you after all this time" he broke eye contact, looking anywhere else around the room but her eyes.

"draco" y/n cupped his face, tilting his chin to be sure he was faced towards her.

"I've loved you for all these years too, idiot" she chuckled, pressing their faces closer together, rekindling eye contact with each other.

he wasted no time, smashing his lips to hers as he pulls her waist into him, bodies touching one another as the passionate kisses began turning into a makeout, draco laying her down over his bed.

he discarded his blazer and soon his shirt, as her heels and clothes went with it. it soon hit her reality, that this was the moment. she soon began straddling him on top, grinding against his trousers.

"let me do the work dray, it's your special day after all, let me just make you feel good", she slowly unbuckled his belt, pulling his boxers down, his swollen cock springing out his boxers.

she whimpers at the sight of his cock, craving him desperately. she runs his fingers through his thick, platinum hair, placing soft kisses up his neck to jawline. she makes her way down to his thighs, softly planting kisses across them before kitten licking his tip.

draco lets out a rough groan as she takes his cock in her hands, pumping him, making draco instantly moan her name as her innocent eyes watch his every movement.

she looks up at him, smiling and slowly throating his balls completely, making him groan even more as his hand clutch around the satin sheets.

"fuck- y/n, feels s-so good" her name repeatedly left his lips every time she swirled her tongue around his balls, then to his roughened tip.

she bobbed her head in a circular motion, holding down a steady pace, hollowing her cheeks, pulling him deeper in her mouth.

"fuck y/n, just like that j-just keep going", she swirls her tongue around his cock, sucking on his tip each time she slightly came up. her hand began pumping the rest of his cock that couldn't fit into his mouth, making sure every part of him was fulfilled with pleasure.

he began slowly bucking his hips, making her softly gag. she noticed his cock twitched in her mouth as she began hollowing her cheeks and sucking deeper, her hand moving to his balls and massaging them, helping him reach his high.

he let out a low whimper of her name as his warm milky ropes shot down her throat, leaving his legs slightly trembling. y/n whimpered as she pulls her mouth away, adoring the sight of draco's cock leaking as clear white ropes piled around the pair.

she smiles at him, unzipping her skirt, and slowly unbuttoning her corset, her full breasts flowing out of it. his pupils widened at the view in front of him, admiring every detail.

"god y/n, you're absolutely beautiful, all this for me?", his hands began roaming down her body, admiring her, taking in every detail possible.

she starts grinding her now bare cunt on his still hard cock, earning a soft whimper from the boy she was now straddling. his hands grasped around her waist, guiding her around his cock, which now was covered with her lubricating juices.

"sit back f'me dray", she insisted. she slowly began pumping his cock, lining his tip against hers, slowly sinking down on it.

they both became undone as a moaning mess, filling each other perfectly.

“mhm.. fuck- you’re so big draco.. you fill me up so good inside”

she starts slowly adjusting, now softly bouncing against his cock, resting her hands against draco's chest as she throws her head back in pleasure, squeezing her eyes shut in pleasure.

“fuck, you’re so tight around me y/n, y'taking me so well”, draco praises, his hands grasping around her waist tighter.

"you like this dray?", she leaned close into his ear, making him shutter at her tone.

'y-yes mommy" his breath hitched, whimpering at y/n suddenly controlling her pace and going faster, her walls now hugging his cock with every movement.

y/n began placing soft lovebites across his neck, finding his sweet spot causing draco to softly whimper.

she gently wraps her hand across his throat, choking him lightly, making draco whine. she pulled him closer, capturing her lips on his muffled moans.

she quickly broke this kiss with a loud whimper, screaming out his name as every thrust brushed her g-spot.

“shit.. you feel so good inside me dray, m' so close”

she rolled her hips faster by every second around his cock, her tits jolted with every movement, his mouth latching softly on them.

"fuck- never felt this good mommy" his breath hitched as he felt his cock twitch around her walls, indicating the both of them were close to their high.

"cum for mommy, baby", y/n rolled her hips around him faster, tightening her grip across his chest.

draco's moan filled the room, moaning her name without caring who was even around as his warm ropes filled inside her.

y/n let go completely, cumming over his cock as her walls remained clenching around him.

both of them pant heavily, as the room filled with nothing but the summer heat, they were both a mess with visions blurring.

"fuck, i've been wanting that for so long love" draco said, softly caressing her cheek.

y/n giggles, "happy birthday dray" she smiled at him tiredly, pressing loving kisses over his face.

a/n. i made this all in class ahhhkijsijk.

[sinsmockingbird]

PTN WOMEN AS PARENTS | Various

PAIRING: Chelsea x Afab!Reader, Cinnabar x Afab!Reader, Deren x Afab!Reader, Rahu x Afab!Reader, Zoya x Afab!Reader

WARNINGS: Fluff, SFW, Children, lmk if there's anything else

AUTHORS NOTE: PTN women as parents.... some may be batshit crazy, but most of them are good parents, I know that for a fact can't change my mind. Also dedicated to @prisoner-of-sin.

✧ CHELSEA

• Chelsea absolutely spoils her children. She will buy them everything, from clothes to toys to pets. If they want it they'll get it, there are no exceptions.

• She's rich, money isn't even the slightest hint of concern for her. She's usually spending every jewel she can make on herself or you, but having her new bundles of joy in the world? Well then, now she's going to spend even more on them too.

• She'll 100% end up being the "Cool Mom," whether that was by accident or not. She doesn't like to be strick and usually allows your kids to get away with things, but she will lay down on them if they go to far.

• Just because Chelsea is pretty relaxed and allows minor things to be swept under the rug if it involves your kids, she isn't gonna hesitate to ground them if they do something bigger than drawing on the walls.

• Be prepared for Sitri to be very overprotective over your kids. Sometimes you'll both wonder if the gem panther considers them hers and not yours.

• It really isn't uncommon to find one of your kids missing, and when you both go into panic, you'll stop and see Sitri holding them by the back of their shirt or cuddled tightly around them.

• It's comical to see how much Sitri and Chelsea are alike when it comes to your kids. Protective and downright aggressive in situations that threaten your kids.

✧ CINNABAR

• Cinnabar is a great balance for a mother. She's fun, protective, loving, and gentle with her kids.

• She's the type of parent that can be found playing on playsets with her kids. Acting like a sea monster when your kids play pirate, or the dragon that kidnaps you, the princess, when they want to play knights.

• Whatever her kids want to do (as long as it isn't dangerous and life threatening) she's all on board to get involved whenever your kids want her to.

• Another thing is that Cinnabar can be quite an awkward parent. When it comes to the talk of "birds and the bees," she's a flustered, stammering mess as she tries her hardest to explain - you'll end up having to be the one that does.

• When your kids are older and start bringing their parents over to meet you both, she's a mix of silent intimidation and social awkwardness.

• Cinnabar almost always has an eye on your kids as well. She worries about them hurting themselves she always wants to have them in her sights. She does this more when their toddlers, because she knows she shouldn't be some kind of "helicopter parent" when they get older.

• It's such a beautiful sight to watch Cinnabar cradling her newborn baby, because she holds them with such delicacy and looks at them like they're her whole world - because you and them are.

✧ DEREN

• Deren - despite what people may think - is anything but lazy when it comes to your kids. She may desperately want to be, but she forces herself to be awake and with them at anytime she can.

• She makes it a real effort to attend every single one of their extracurricular activities. Whether it be seeing their soccer game or attending their piano recital, she'll be there in the crowd cheering them on.

• She doesn't hesitate to leave sights early where she's filming her newest movie - or ending production early that day to get home and be with you and your kids.

• Deren will also take your kids on set quite often, because she wants them to see what she does and also spend time with them as much as possible.

• It's common to have a family movie night, where Deren will play one of her favorite movies (or yours and your kids) because she wants them to have a love and appreciation for movies just like her.

• The cutest thing you can find when you're home is Deren asleep on the couch, or in one of your kids bed with them wrapped up protectively in her arms.

• It's an adorable sight that you've caught sight of many times, and you have enough pictures to show it. Depending on the night you'll tuck them both under a blanket or will crawl into bed with them, a smile usually spreading across her sleeping face when she feels your arms around her.

✧ RAHU

• Rahu is the definition of protective parent. She will go full on fight mode at even the smallest threat. One time she completely destroyed a thorn bush when you child was lightly pricked by it.

• She wants to ensure yours and your child's safety, meaning she is by your guys side almost 24/7. She's not overbearing by any means, she's simply just intent on making sure your safe wherever and wherever.

• On top of being quite protective, Rahu is one of the most awkward parents. It takes her a long long time to get the ropes of parenting.

• It takes her so long not because she doesn't know what to do, but rather because she's afraid. She's afraid of accidentally harming one of your kids because of her strength.

• It's a reason why Rahu is so apprehensive on holding your children when they're first born. She needs personal encouragement and reassurance from you before she'll take your small, newborn baby into her arms.

• It's a beautiful sight to see the usually stoic Rahu just completely melt and become vulnerable as she cradles her child close to her chest, gazing down at them like she would burn the entire world for them, and you know she would.

• There's nothing more important to her than you and her kids, and Rahu would rather die than ever see any one of you get hurt. Your all her world after all.

✧ ZOYA

• Zoya is probably one of the most perfect parents out of everyone. Sure she's violent and dangerous and many become petrified at the mention of her name, but when you give her the gift of her first child, she'll completely melt and become a woman you wouldn't expect to have done violent things.

• She dedicates everything to your kids. She'll push herself away from the Legion (as much as she can while still leading it) and spend her time with you and your children.

• Each kid you have is going to have Zoya wrapped around her finger, and there is almost nothing she wouldn't do for them. She loves each one so immensely that sometimes you wonder if she's going to drown in the love that she holds.

• There are plenty of times that you'll come home to Zoya ropped (willingly) into any shenanigans your kids come up with. From having them to her makeup, to dressing up for tea parties, or playing the role as the valiant hero or dastardly villain.

• If you stumble upon her during these moments and she notices you, be prepared to be pulled into their games and become her dear princess that she saves or the hero who stops her crimes and falls for her.

• When your kids are young and wake up in the middle of night, Zoya will make sure you go back to sleep before tending to them. She'll often be the one to check for monsters in closets and under beds as well.

• But nothing, nothing makes Zoya the most vulnerable than lying in bed with you wrapped up in her arms along with each of your kids. The sight of you all sound asleep and safe besides her will bring tears to her eyes, and she'll thank anyone listening for being gifted with your family.

ENDING NOTES: Probably will make a part 2 of this with other characters, so feel free to send an ask or comment on which characters you'll like to see me write parent headcanons for next.

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Soft Rain: Gojo Satoru x Reader (SMUT! Mature/Explicit) Part 1

I want to first say I usually try to find a photo that fits the aesthetic of the story but this one was way too good to walk away from. Everyone enjoys this gem <3. Also, this fic because it's too damn long is split up into two parts. Part 2 is already up and will be linked at the bottom of this page.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*Rating: Mature/Explicit (Sexual scenes)

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*Summary: You are in a coffee shop one rainy day when a sad beautiful stranger enters. Slowly, you open up to each other in the warm confinement of the cafe. Little did you know that you would fall in love with this man, and he with you.

I wrote this from the perspective of seeing Satoru with his barriers down. No masks, no facades, just him when he's alone with his haunting thoughts. I wanted to give him a more human perspective and touch on some of the things that plague his mind. I know I have been MIA for quite some time, if you were someone who was waiting for this I am sorry! Life has been a rollercoaster recently but I am finally back to being in a place of stability. This is certainly a longer fic, so I hope you all enjoy it. As always feel free to let me know your thoughts in the comments below!

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*Word Count: 25k+

September: When I met you

“Your coffee, miss.” 

“Oh, thank you,”  

Finally, you tore your eyes away from your book to smile at the girl handing you your drink. 

You gratefully accepted the liquid, hands wrapping around the warm ceramic mug as you inhaled deeply. The bitter scent of coffee with a hint of vanilla kissed your senses, causing you to smile. 

Taking a sip, your eyes wander to the large window as the warmth travels down your throat. 

Soft rain fell from endless gray. 

It had been raining for hours now, which drove you into the small cafe. You were pleased when you entered the space. A warm cozy atmosphere fragranced with coffee and paired with the sound of rain. 

What more could you want for a reading environment? 

You let yourself settle further into the oversized couch, watching placidly as drops of rain slowly travel down the planes of the window. 

Such a perfect day. 

Peering down at your watch, you sigh. It was nearly 5 pm. Idly, you run your fingers along the soft threads of the couch, drifting further into your own thoughts. You knew you had to leave sometime soon, but willingly tearing yourself away from this serenity seemed like a crime.

“Is this seat taken?” 

Huh? 

You pull your eyes away from the window to find a man standing before you, soaked to the bone in rainwater. 

Soft white hair stuck to his porcelain skin. It drew your attention, eyes unable to look away. However, when your eyes met his, your breath caught. They stole your attention; piercing blue that seemed to know everything . 

“No, go ahead. Do you need a towel?”

You realized you were staring all while feeling slightly awkward. There were many other open seats, why did he need to choose the one that was adjacent to you? 

“Do you have one?” he asked with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. 

Giving him a curt nod, you began digging in your purse until you found your folded hand towel. Silently, you handed it to him and he accepted it, sitting down with a huff, roughly drying his hair. 

Beginning to feel uncomfortable, you set down your coffee and resumed reading your book. Your fingers lightly played with the cover – feeling the embossed words, you traced the shapes, mind unable to focus. 

Who is this guy? 

You peered at him over the cover. 

He had unzipped his black athletic jacket and draped it over a chair. He now wore a simple white button-down shirt and it clung to his muscular body. The color of his skin bleeds its way into the white, stealing your attention. With eyes discreetly tracing the planes of his body, you noted the pale blue veins that delicately decorated his hands. 

You blushed, feeling as if you saw something you shouldn’t, so you quickly turned your eyes to the book – pretending to read.

Is he some kind of gym rat? Why is he so fit? He looked like a noodle a second ago… 

“Miss?” his low voice calls, breaking your thoughts.

You meet his eyes over the pages.  His hair, now more dry than wet, began sticking up in multiple different directions. The male is holding your towel out to you with a sad smile on his lips. 

Deciding reading is futile, you close your novel, placing it to the right as you shake your head. 

“Keep it,” 

You don’t want a wet towel in your purse and it seems he doesn’t have an umbrella. It’s not much, but you hope it’ll give his spikey head a little coverage. 

“You sure?” he asks, already leaning back to find comfort in his seat. You control the urge to stare at his body. So you grab your coffee, forcing your eyes to look at the deformed latte art. 

“I’m sure. It seems it’ll get more use with you. Why were you outside in this weather anyway?” 

It had been raining for hours, most people would be in their homes by now. 

He eyed you for a moment, white eyelashes downcast, almost like he was recalling a painful memory. 

“I wanted to be alone, my thoughts were loud, so the rain helped block them out. What about you?” 

How can you say something like that so casually? 

“Honestly, I was on my way home. But it had started raining and it led me here. Pulled out my book, and yeah…” 

You shrugged your shoulders. 

If you were being sincere, it was a needed escape. The walls of your home felt too suffocating, you looked for any excuse to not return. 

“What’s your name?” 

You now fully looked at his face. 

He is handsome, with a sharp jawline and regal features. Nothing about him was mundane, it seemed as if he was a sculpture; something perfect and unattainable. 

“Y/n, you?” 

“Satoru. What do you do for a living?” 

With eyebrows knitting together, you eyed the man.

What is this, a surprise interview?  

“I am an author and I do some remote networking for a hospital. What about yourself?” 

His eyebrows rose at your response and you couldn’t tell why. It’s not like your profession was anything to be shocked about. 

Taking a sip of coffee, you sigh. The warmth slides down your throat as the delicate taste coats your tongue. Silently, you savor the feeling – the easy calm that washes over you.

“I am a sorcerer,” 

The cup nearly dropped out of your hands.

Well, shit.  

It’s not that you didn’t know they existed, it’s that you did your best to distinctly distance yourself from that world. 

That explains the physique at least.  

“I am sorry, then.”

You watch as his eyes turn sorrowful, then he faces the window, cheek in his palm. 

“I don’t see any cursed energy coming from you, how do you know about us?”

 It’s a simple question, but in truth, it was perhaps the heaviest one to ask you. 

“A close friend. They went missing about 6 years ago. Police never got a trail, so I dug and I stumbled upon a lot of information I shouldn’t have. Been doing my best to ignore it since.” 

You weren’t sure why you were talking to this random stranger. Maybe it was something in his expression, with the way his eyes longingly looked out the window – as if he too missed someone close to him. 

Satoru hummed as he tapped a finger against his thigh, perfectly in tune with the soft rain. 

“I lost someone too,” 

The man spoke so softly you hardly picked up on his words. If you hadn't been paying attention to him, you may not have caught it. 

“A lover?” 

Judging by his expression, you guessed it had to be someone he loved. But, to your surprise, he let out a humorless laugh. 

“No, but you could see it that way. He… Was like the other half of me. Someone I could trust. I knew with him, I could let go and be myself. I could breathe. Because he was the only person who saw me .” 

Endless blue plagued with deep sadness gazed towards you, knocking the air out of your lungs. 

“When it rains, it reminds me of him.” 

Your heart dropped.

“Where is he now?” 

Becoming fully invested in the man in front of you, you cross your legs, leaning your body forward. 

“I… He’s dead. It’s been a year,” 

Satoru’s eyes turned down again. 

Unable to stop yourself, you reached out, gently taking his hand, rubbing the cold, soft skin of his knuckles. Your touch shocked him for a moment, but he slowly relaxed into it, large palm melting in your delicate fingers. 

The contact made your body shiver.

When was the last time I touched someone?

“Do you want anything?” 

You didn’t want to offer him fake pleasantries, for you thought he wouldn’t appreciate it. However, you also didn’t know what to say. Nothing comforted you when your friend died, and you were positive it was the same for him.

“No, I am good. Thanks though.” 

Nodding softly at his words, you reluctantly remove your hand to find your drink. Again, you welcomed the warmth of the liquid, relishing in its taste. 

“Do you plan to leave soon?” the question left your lips in a whisper. 

“Yeah, but if I am being honest, I don’t want to go back. I kind of just want to forget, y’know?” 

At his honest words, you sighed, taking another long sip of your coffee. 

“Unfortunately,” 

He laughs at your answer. The pure sound makes you smile into your cup, shaking your head to try not to join him. 

Maybe some company wouldn’t hurt.

With eyes falling to your coffee, you let your laugh die in your throat. It had been so long since you willing had a conversation with someone. Now you felt stiff and awkward. 

“I-If you want, my home isn’t too far from here. You can wait out the rain there. I have some extra clothes that might fit you, that way we can wash your current ones.”

Finding a little bit of confidence you offered the man a small smile, to which he returned with his own. 

If you were being honest, it seemed like he needed someone. 

And maybe you did, too… 

“Inviting a stranger over to your home? That’s awfully brave.” Satoru said with some found bravado, which only made you chuckle. 

“Well yes, you are a stranger. But you also look like a wet, sad cat. It would break my heart to leave you stranded.” you tease back, earning yourself a smile from the male which made you bite the flesh of your inner cheek. 

He really is beautiful, it's kind of unfair.  

To hide your blush, you stuff your face into your mug, gulping down the remnants of your coffee. 

“Alright, as long as I don’t end up in a crop top and short shorts.” 

It was your turn to laugh. You couldn’t help the giggle that bubbled out of your throat, just imagining him in such an outfit was ridiculous – all long limbs in hot pink and denim. 

Somehow, you think he would pull it off if he tried. 

“Oh I don’t know, now you’re giving me ideas~” you coo playfully, wiggling your fingers in his smiling face. He feigned being offended, crossing his arms over his chest, and looking the other way – which only caused you to laugh harder and him to join you. 

The two of you giggled uncontrollably a bit, hands lacing over your stomachs. It was the only sound that could be heard other than the soft pitter-patter of rain. 

Deciding you had overstayed your welcome, you began collecting your items. In a pair, you exited the building. Your bodies huddle together under the umbrella that Satoru held. The male looked down at you with a wicked smile, then jumped in a puddle, effectively splashing the both of you with cold rain. You laughed and pretended to be annoyed, joining in his childish behavior. 

At some point, you began chasing each other in the rain, umbrella forgotten. You laughed like children till you reached your home, the two of you completely soaked. 

Still giggling, you unlocked the door, wiping your hair out of your face. 

“Wait here, I’ll get you a towel.” 

Knocking off your shoes, you padded over to your hallway closet, grabbing two towels. You were already running yours through the length of your hair when you returned to the male. He gratefully accepted the fabric, using it immediately against his unruly hair. 

It was then that you noticed his height and stature. His body is elegant and lithe, whereas he is tall, easily towering over your frame. 

This somehow annoyed you. 

Why do all the good genes go to one person?

“You’re staring,” he commented and you shrugged. 

“Just thinking you’re unfairly blessed,” 

A long sigh escaped your lips as you dropped your towel to the floor, hoping to clean some of the water off the polished wooden planks. 

“You wouldn’t be the first – Is that a cat?” 

Catching the excitement in his voice, you smile. 

“Yes, that’s Noir. Before you say it, I know she’s white. I just like the novelty of the name.”

Slightly shaking your hair, you hang up your jacket, watching Satoru stare at your cat out of the corner of your eye. 

“Will she attack me?” he asks and you hear an audible gulp . 

Satoru places his towel on the floor, cleaning up his own puddle of water with his foot to hide his embarrassment. 

Who knew such a big man would be so cautious of a little feline? 

“Here,” 

Holding your hand out to the male, you lightly cock your head to the side, wet hair tickling the nape of your neck. He places his large hand in your small one and you lead him to Noir, who is currently perched on your gray couch, cleaning herself. 

Gently, you guide his hand to your cat, allowing her to give him a sniff. Then, she affectionately nuzzles her head into his palm, purring when he scratches under her chin. You watch as he smiles like a big idiot, squatting down so he’s at eye level with your pet. 

“I think she likes me,” he whispers to you happily, and you roll your eyes playfully. 

“She likes everyone . That girl is also a glutton, the T-R-E-A-T-S are on top of the fridge. I am going to take a shower, keep my precious furbaby company will ya?” 

You couldn’t help the tight squeeze of your heart at the sight. In a way, they kind of resemble each other. Right down to the unruly fur and knowing blue eyes. 

“I wouldn’t let anyone harm her for the world,” he promises, and you chuckle. 

“Good,” 

—

Feeling some life return to him, Satoru pads over to the kitchen, securing the treasure; treats for Noir. 

“Here girl,” 

He makes kissing noises and the soft feline comes running over. She has a fluffy white coat, and if she had been asleep on the couch he may have mistaken her for a throw pillow. 

The cat ‘meowed’ at the sight of the bag, spinning in a circle then sat down, staying perfectly still. 

Oh, did your mommy teach you tricks?  

“Oh, good girl, Noir!” 

He excitedly plucked out a treat, placed it in his palm, and then brought it down so she could lick it off his skin. The scratchy feeling of her tongue tickled his hand until the snack was gone. Then she was sitting again, big blue eyes begging him for more. 

“Let’s see,” Satoru hummed happily, grabbing another treat from the bag, holding it a little higher than the cat. 

“Jump!” 

Noir did as commanded, gracefully jumping, catching the treat in her mouth, and snacking while walking in a triumphant circle.

“Ohhh~ You’re such a smart girl!” the cat rubbed his leg, purring affectionately into him. He knew that she was buttering him up, but he didn’t care. 

Over and over, he played with Noir. Giving her treats with each performed trick, petting her lovingly after every graceful action. Eventually, he sat down, ignoring the bite of the cool kitchen tile, letting the cat lay on his chest. 

He closed his eyes, enjoying Noir’s warmth and soft fur against his skin. Her soft purs tickled the pads of his fingers, making him smile to himself.  The feeling ebbed some of the ice out of his chest, blocking out the whispers of loneliness.

“I see my little lady has captured your heart,” 

He cracked open one eye. 

Y/n was smiling down at them, wet hair surrounding her soft features. She dressed simply in a white t-shirt and sweatpants, but she still looked beautiful. 

He sighed, kissing Noir’s soft little head, then stood. Y/n’s eyes followed his movement, every bit of curiosity easily readable on her face. He couldn’t remember the last time he was around a non-sorcerer. However, her presence was calming, and he was willingly letting himself drown in her serenity. 

“The bathroom is down the hall on the left. I put the spare clothes on the counter along with a fresh towel,” her eyes raked his frame. She then clicked her tongue with a disapproving look on her face. 

“Put those ruined clothes in the hamper and place them in the hall. I’ll wash them.”

Oh, she’s just not happy about my clothes. It wasn’t toward me. 

“You got it, boss,” 

Satoru smiled playfully, finding his familiar mask. He heeded her words and headed down the hall. Once in the bathroom, he shut the door and got to work. 

Quickly, he peeled himself out of his now-damp clothes and placed them in the empty clothing hamper. 

She’s kind.

Hiding behind the door, he slid the hamper into the hallway. 

“Clothes are out!” 

It was a bit odd, calling to her as he hid his naked body. It made him feel slightly embarrassed somehow. 

“Alright!” 

At her response, he closed the door. 

He felt a blush creep up his cheeks as he turned on the shower, stepping into the comforting heat. It warmed his rain-chilled flesh, blotting out some of the emptiness inside him.

Why do I feel so nervous?

While raking his hands through his hair, he let his day settle over him. 

In truth, he never meant to enter that cafe. He simply meant to walk around aimlessly, letting the rain soak him to his bones. Thoughts of Suguru always plagued him on days like this, and with the anniversary of the day he left passing, it was worse. 

He couldn’t let his students see him like this, so he sought to punish himself. Walking in the rain for hours, dropping all barriers, letting his body turn frigid. 

Then he saw her . 

He watched as she had to tear herself away from her book, brightly smiling at the barista handing her the coffee. She settled into the couch, drinking her drink while looking out toward the rain with such serenity he couldn’t help but be drawn to her. It was as if she was tranquility itself, surrounded by the warm glow of the industrial lights, dressed elegantly in soft white and pink. 

At that moment, she pulled him away from his haunting thoughts.

Feeling the unwavering need to be closer to her, he stepped into the shop. He didn’t know what he needed, but he found himself relaxing little by little under her whimsical gaze. The woman didn’t probe him or shy away. Instead, she offered her silent kindness and pleasant smile. He then found himself opening up to her, saying things that he hadn’t said to anyone in years .

She surprised him, when she softly grabbed his hand, asking if he wanted anything rather than giving her sympathy. He allowed himself to get lost in the kindness of her eyes. He let her touch him, having to hide the shiver that ran down his body from her warmth. 

Then, they were laughing. 

Before he knew it, they were chasing each other in the rain like children. Even though she was soaked down to her socks, she was spinning and laughing, hair sticking to her skin as she happily jumped into cold puddles to splash him. It was as if they had no care in the world. 

Not once did thoughts of Suguru attack him, even with the feeling of rain tracing his skin. 

A light smile tugged on his lips. 

Who knew I just needed to feel normal? 

—

You were setting out the items to make dinner when Satoru entered the kitchen. When you turned around, you had to stifle your laughter. 

The sweatpants, though several sizes too big for you, came to about mid-calf length on him. It also didn’t help that he was wearing a baby pink t-shirt and a pair of fuzzy house slippers to match. 

“You look dashing,” 

Placing a hand on your hip, you motion for him to twirl with your other, earning yourself a bemused glare from the male. 

“I look like a twink,” he huffs, a blush lightly kissing his pale cheeks, making you giggle.

“Can you cook?” you ask, completely avoiding responding to his statement. His eyebrows knitted, taking in the ingredients on the counter. 

“If you instruct me,” the words leave his lips slowly, still trying to piece together the dish you’re making. You laugh, walking up to him and placing a reassuring hand on his broad shoulder. 

“Don’t worry too much. It’s pasta, if you mess up just add more cheese.” 

Letting your eyes meet his, you hold your breath. 

They were softly looking down at you, corners folding kindly as if he was looking at something precious. The difference was so stark from the emptiness you saw earlier – it made your heart melt. 

“I’ll blame you if it goes wrong,” Satoru winked down at you, hand coming up to your hair, ruffling it lightly. 

“H-Hey!” you retort, and he laughs, easily avoiding your swipe at him. 

“What’s first?” he asks innocently and you huff while rolling your eyes, unable to hide your smile. 

“Let’s hope you don’t burn down my kitchen.” 

—

Turning on some music, you and Satoru worked together to make dinner. 

Laughter sounded throughout your home as you instructed the male. You watched as he fumbled with different utensils, unsure of what to do with each item. He would turn red, blaming you for not instructing him properly when you would tease him – which only resulted in you both laughing under your breath. 

Noir had joined the party, nimbly weaving between your two bodies, brushing up against your legs as you cooked. Once you were waiting for the pasta to finish cooking, you were humming and swaying your hips to the music. Satoru noticed and took your hands, joyfully dancing with you. 

You both danced around your kitchen, laughing infectiously. At some point, he picked up Noir, snuggling her close to his chest with one arm as his other spun you. 

The silliness continued through the night as you turned on a rom-com movie and halfway through Satoru was tearing up, asking you why he would leave the girl. You were too choked up yourself, shaking your head and cursing at the male lead, holding Noir close for emotional support. With both of you fed up, you decided there was no way you were ending on a sad note, so you turned on a children's movie to feel better. 

Which, somehow, made both of you more emotional. 

Once the movie was over, you washed the dishes together. It was only then you saw the time. 

“Oh my god!” you cried, almost dropping the freshly dried plate. 

“What?” Satoru asked, much calmer than you. 

“It’s midnight! Do you live close by? I’ll pay for your taxi back. I am so sorry, I lost track of time.” 

The male only laughed, making you pout. 

Why is he laughing?  

“No, I don’t live near here. The taxi would be expensive. I’ll find a hotel, don’t worry about it.” he smiled softly, eyes crinkling at the corners. 

You shook your head aggressively. 

“I can’t make you pay for a hotel! After all, I invited you over, so I should take responsibility.”

“I, um…” running a hand through your hair you sigh. There’s really only one option but that seems a bit much. 

“You can stay the night, the couch is moveable so I’ll just make it into a bed for you.” heat rushed to your cheeks. You were so embarrassed. 

I got lost in the moment . 

“Are you sure? I don’t want to invade your space.”  he took the plate from your hand and put it away. 

“I’m sure. I spend most of my time alone, anyway. Your company isn’t entirely unwelcome.” you could only hope you sounded natural. Internally your brain was screaming at you.  

Satoru rolled his eyes, making you chuckle. 

“Oh, wow, thanks. Makes me feel so wanted.” 

“I am glad you feel that way!” you chirp, playfully elbowing his side as you finish putting away the last dish. 

Satoru picks up Noir, nuzzling his nose against her pink one as he starts bad-mouthing you. 

“Your mommy is very mean. You should come live with me, I’ll give you lots of treats~” 

Rolling your eyes at the sight, you make your way to the hallway closet to pull out an extra blanket and pillow. 

Tossing the items on the couch, you cross your arms over your chest. Satoru was possessively holding Noir close to him, eyeing you suspiciously. 

“She sleeps with me,” the man-child announces, and you roll your eyes. 

“If you truly feel the need to claim her for the evening, then fine. Just don’t be surprised when she’s on your head in the morning.” 

Still eyeing you, he slowly places Noir down. The furball comes running up to you, rubbing her head lovingly against your leg. 

“Traitor! I just gave you so many kisses.” 

Laughing, you motion for him to help you move the couch. He obliges and you work together to shape it to a somewhat bed that will work with the length of his body. 

“You should learn spooky magic that makes you shrink.” you huff, eyeing his long frame. 

Again, he was back to looking like a noodle. But you knew that he packed muscle under the semi-baggy clothes. 

“It’s called jujutsu and I don’t think that exists. Also, you’re staring again,” he notes and you sigh, waving a dismissive hand. 

“I am going to bed, if you need anything just knock on the door.” 

You turn and you hear him chuckle. 

“Avoiding me?” 

Looking at him over your shoulder, you run your eyes over the length of his body, this time letting him watch your features. 

“You’re beautiful and strong. However, you’re also hurt and trying to piece yourself back together…” 

Pausing, you consider your words.

A fallen angel. Made of pure moonlight and stars. But shattered like the image seen through a kaleidoscope. 

“I hope you heal your heart, Satoru.” 

Without waiting for his response, you closed your door, locking it behind you. 

Your worlds are completely different, and you couldn’t even begin to imagine what he had been through. Nor were you going to pretend to know. 

But if there’s one thing you could relate to, it’s trauma. 

—

Satoru spent the entire night tossing and turning. Noir was resting above his head, purring softly against him. With each passing hour, his throat became drier and drier, until eventually, he was coughing. 

My head hurts and my throat feels like sandpaper.  

Once the first rays of morning sunlight trickled through the window, Satoru was coughing aggressively while his body felt extremely hot. 

Am I sick? There’s no way. 

Y/n came out of her room with her hair a mess and her pajamas wrinkled. The second she heard his cough she was rushing over. 

“How are you feeling?” she asks, voice soft and somewhat gravelly. 

She was rubbing the sleep out of her hazy eyes, already moving to press the back of her hand to his head. 

“No, I am fine–” he coughed and she flicked his forehead. 

“You're burning up. Most likely a cold from the rain. I’ll go get you some medicine, just rest.” 

Sighing, she ran a hand through her tangled hair. 

“Really, I’ll be okay. I’m–” Satoru couldn’t even finish his sentence. He started coughing aggressively, each retch of breath making him feel like he was eating sand. 

“Right, and I can fly. Don’t be stubborn.” 

Rolling her eyes, the woman padded over to the kitchen. 

“I can fly!” he shouted hoarsely like a petulant child, plopping back against the cushions, and reaching up to grab Noir. The second his fingers wrapped around her soft warmth, he brought her to his chest, rubbing his nose into her fur. 

“Good for you!” 

This is humiliating . 

After a few minutes, she returned with a mug in her hand. 

Slowly, he sat up. His chest felt like it was caving in and he felt incredibly lightheaded. Satoru eyed the mug and then gingerly took it from her small hands.

“What is it?” 

He sniffed and she raised her brow. 

“It’s ginger tea with honey and lemon. It’s hot. The honey and temperature, once it cools a little , will help soothe your throat.” 

Why does it sound like she’s talking to a kid?

Giving Noir a loving pet to the head, she crouched down so she was at eye level with the feline. 

“As for you, my sweet girl, your food is in the kitchen. Watch over this big child for me.” the cat seemed to understand its master because she ‘meowed’ in response. 

“I’m not a child,” Satoru said begrudgingly. Y/n only stood with a bemused expression. 

“Right.” she eyed him up and down once, then walked away. 

Satoru felt his face become hot, and it wasn’t from the steam kissing his cheeks. 

Usually, women threw themselves at him. It had happened so many times now with both men and women that he assumed he was everyone's type. But it seems Y/n couldn’t care less about his looks. 

For whatever reason, that bothered him. 

How can she call me beautiful but be so cold toward me?  

Without thinking, he gulped his tea, only to quickly pull away due to the heat burning his tongue. 

Cursing softly, he set the mug down on the coffee table, pinching his burnt tongue between his thumb and forefinger. He tried to reach for Noir for comfort, but she had long abandoned him for her breakfast. 

Y/n exited her room, hair pulled into a loose bun as she wore a baggy white t-shirt and black cargo pants. He couldn’t help but think she looked cute in her streetwear. 

Once her eyes saw him, she sighed, a soft smile on her lips. 

“You know, I did mention wait to drink your tea till it had cooled. I thought you were a good listener. But it appears I misjudged you.” 

With an elegant wave of her hand, she bid him farewell. He watched as she slid on an army green windbreaker and black Dr.Martens. Then she grabbed her purse and left, leaving him alone with his thoughts. 

Knitting his eyebrows together, he turned his head toward Noir. She was eating her special food neatly, back to him as she softly purred. 

“Is your mommy always so mean?” 

—

Walking down the street you couldn’t help but look at the puddles decorating the ground. Yesterday was the first time you laughed and had fun in years. 

When you and your best friend moved to Japan it was scary. You were a foreigner and you didn’t know anyone. So naturally, when she passed, you became more isolated. You tried going outside to meet people, but sometimes it felt like too much. People were more interested in the fact that you’re from the States, they were never really interested in you . 

To add, you work remotely from home, so opportunities are truly limited. 

“Eh, adulting is hard~” you whispered to yourself as you entered a local convenience store. 

The clerk at the desk welcomed you in and you gave them a slight bow in response. 

Immediately you B-lined for the medicine, grabbing the items you needed. Then, because you were already here, you began searching the aisles for snacks. 

I was expecting him to be gone this morning. Even if he’s sick, I can’t say I am not happy for the company. 

After checking out you started to head home, thinking about all the trivial things you needed to get done today. You had deadlines to meet for your book and you had to look through the servers to make sure there were no network issues. 

Grabbing a coffee from a small shop that you frequent, you began frowning, feeling the lines form on your forehead as your daily list seemed to keep stacking higher. 

You were sipping on the last remnants of your iced latte when you opened the door to your home, finding Satoru fast asleep. 

Softly closing the door, you shimmied out of your jacket, hanging it on the wooden coat rack. Noir padded over to you, the sound of her little paws tapping on the floor sounded through the space. Smiling sweetly, you pat your cat on her soft head as you take your boots off. 

Making your way to where Satoru was on the couch, you note he seemed to look worse. His cheeks are flushed and his skin is pale. You make press your hand to his forehead, but you feel like you're touching a wall. 

What?

Your fingers were splayed flat against an invisible barrier, hovering right over Satoru’s body. 

“Strange,” you murmur in wonder, trailing your finger over the length of the wall. It stretched all around his body, protecting him in a bubble. 

Satoru opened his eyes, softly blinking as he adjusted to his environment, taking in your features.

Suddenly, that wall is gone, and your hand falls limply to your side. 

“It’s called Infinity,” he rasps, light cough already pressing out of his throat. 

You hold up your hand to silence him, quickly grabbing the medicine you purchased earlier.

“Don’t worry about explaining anything. Just drink this. There’s a sleeping agent in it, so expect to feel drowsy.” he opened his mouth to protest, but you shot him a pointed look, effectively silencing him. 

The male sat up, accepting your carefully measured medicine. He drank it, making a face as it went down his throat. 

“It tastes like shit,” he coughed and you rolled your eyes. 

“You know what that tastes like?” 

Leaving the medicine on the coffee table, you make your way to the kitchen. 

“You’d be surprised.” he shoots back, voice already sounding better. 

“Oh, I am sure~” you make your voice annoyingly sweet as you prepare a bottle of water for him. Once you made your way back to the couch you saw his features flatten, not taking your teasing kindly. 

“I have seen things that would probably make you piss your pants and cry.” 

He catches the bottle you toss him and you shrug your shoulders. 

“Maybe, maybe not. I may not be as soft as you think I am.” Satoru’s eyes widen in surprise and you turn away.

Plopping down on the overstuffed chair adjacent to him, you pull out your laptop from the convenient cushion/storage. Once you obtain your computer and headphones, you place your feet comfortably on the cushion, letting your back sink into the softness of the chair. 

“You’re a non-sorcerer, what have you seen that’s on the same level as curses?” his voice calls, no prejudice in his words, just general curiosity. 

You roll your shoulders. Suddenly, they felt heavy. Every time you thought about your past this happened. Your shoulders would ache as cold sweat licked your spine. 

Opening your computer, you sigh, remoting into the network server you manage. 

Maybe if I talk about it while working it’s not so bad . 

“Curses are born from human's negative emotions, right?” you start slowly, not wanting to look at him. 

“Right,” Satoru confirms, confusion in his tone. 

“You see, some people act on those emotions. Anger, fear, sadness, resentment…” Swallowing thickly, you continue.  

“I think you’ll find that some of those people are much more ugly than curses. Curses don’t wear masks, they are just as they are. People, however…” you cracked your neck, diligently typing in commands into your computer, eyes scanning your screen. 

I am not my past. It does not define me.  

You repeat this mantra to yourself, steadying your nervous heart.

“Have you experienced it? The ugliness of humanity?” you could hear the caution in his words, almost as if he was scared to say the wrong thing to you. 

Your hands had stopped typing entirely.

You opened your mouth to answer but felt the words die in your throat. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears as your eyes shook. It was like two hands were wrapped around your neck, thumbs pressing into your windpipe, choking you.

Taking a deep breath, you steady your heart. 

I am not my past. It does not define me. 

“Y/n–”

“You should sleep, I’ll be in my office. It’s at the far end of the hallway. If you need anything just ask.” 

Closing your laptop, you place your headphones in your ears. You see Satoru say something, but you pretend not to notice, watching as his features twist with confusion and self-doubt. 

You walk away, playing music in your ears but you hear nothing. Everything is silent. 

Sorry, it’s not your fault . 

Once behind the door to your office, you let out a shuddering breath. 

Why did I pay for therapy if I can’t even talk about it? 

You spent years trying to feel normal, and for the most part, your brain let you forget. You could be fine for months, but then you get thrown into a space that’s a little too crowded and suddenly you can’t breathe. Someone touches your shoulder and you feel like a thousand spiders are crawling all over you. If you were in a space where there were too many noises, your brain would turn everything into white noise, leaving only the sound of your erratic heartbeat in your ears. 

It was the reason why you were single. The last relationship you were in ended with him telling you that you were too complicated . Your love language is physical touch, but sometimes that touch was too much, too overstimulating, or triggering. You enjoy being outside, but can’t be in crowded spaces without being plagued by anxiety, and living in Japan, well, it’s always crowded. 

Maybe I am just better off alone.

—

Satoru awoke to the sound of Y/n humming softly. 

Cracking open his eyes, he peered over the edge of the couch. It seemed she was making something, but her headphones were in and she was swaying lightly. 

He recalled the way she looked just hours prior; shoulders caved in, sweat running down her face, eyes distant. She looked like she would run away any second. So many questions circled in his mind, but more than anything he wanted to hug her. He had seen that look too many times.

Turning his eyes away from the female, he checked his phone. 

Shit, they’ve been calling me. 

Yaga had called him 6 times whereas Megumi texted him. 

“Where are you?” 

“I won’t be back for a little bit. Hold down the fort, kay’?”

Megumi immediately responded. 

“What are you talking about? Are you on a mission?” 

“Don’t worry~” 

“Stop being weird.” 

“If anyone asks, I am handling a personal matter.” 

“Whatever.” 

Satoru had a sneaking suspicion that if he admitted he is sick, he would never live it down. 

“You awake?” 

Y/n’s head was now peering over him, the ends of her hair tickling his face. He searched her features, but none of her earlier fear remained. She looked calm, but now he couldn’t help but wonder what lies beneath the surface of that practiced tranquility. 

“You’re staring,” her soft voice teases, making him chuckle. 

He moves to sit up and she removes her face from his view, stepping around the couch to hand him a bowl. He takes the dish from her hands to find a broth-based soup with meat, noodles, and vegetables.

“Did you make this?” he asks as she takes up a seat beside him, blowing on a spoonful of golden liquid. 

“Mhm. You’re probably not very hungry, but try to eat a little bit.” she hums as she takes a bite of her food, bringing one leg under her other, comfortably settling into the couch. 

Satoru follows her lead, blowing on his soup, and then taking a bite. The warm liquid soothed his throat as the broth coated his tongue. It was light but enjoyable.

“Do you cook often?” he asks, turning to face her and she does the same. 

Watching as she shrugged her shoulders, he bit back a smile. Her hair was a little messier and her cheeks were lightly flushed from the steam of the soup. 

“If I can, I avoid going out too much. I’m a homebody.”

He nodded his head at her words, understanding what she meant. He was the same way, but also different. Being out on a mission or being at Jujutsu High made it difficult for him to eat homemade meals like this. More often than not he would eat out. If he had a choice though, he would rather relax like this. 

“Do you not like people?” he ensured his voice was neutral, not wanting her to feel cornered or pressured. 

Meeting her eyes, he watched her swallow thickly, considering his words. 

“It’s not that. I just don’t do well in crowded, loud spaces. Were you able to sleep?” she changed the subject so naturally he barely caught it. Somehow, he found himself frowning, feeling as if he’d been robbed of an opportunity. 

“Somewhat. You said you’re an author right? How’s writing going?” 

He watched as she scrunched up her face, shaking her head. 

“Annoying. I keep rewriting this scene, but I can’t seem to get the atmosphere right.” 

Taking an aggressive bite of her soup, she set the bowl down, leaning her head back against the couch. 

Even when she pouts she’s cute. 

“What’s it about? Maybe I can help.” 

He wasn’t much of a writer, but he was also curious about what her story was about. 

Her face suddenly became red, so much so to the point that she turned her gaze away from him. 

“I-It’s not important. You said you slept somewhat well, right? Is anything uncomfortable?” she asked without looking at him. 

Smiling, he set his bowl down and poked her red cheek. 

“Eh? Why don’t you answer my question first~” she swatted his hand away but he kept pressing, now lightly pinching her cheeks. 

Y/n faced him, eyebrows furrowed as she shook her head, taking his hands with her. 

“No way! I will not divulge secrets of my unpublished novel to you.” 

Her small hands wrapped around his wrists to pry his hands away, but he didn’t budge. Instead, he moved his hands to her sides, tickling her waist. 

“Hey! Ah, what’re you doing–” 

Laughter filled his ears, and it was like sweet music. He laughed with her, now moving her body to fully face him. She kicked her legs furiously, not caring that she was kicking his thighs at all. 

“Tell me! Tell me! Tell me!” 

Her hands were frantically grasping at him. She was grabbing his arms, chest, and neck, pulling him closer to her squirming body as she was shouting while laughing. 

“No, ah, please stop!” She cried helplessly, hands fisting the shirt that rested on his body, and grabbing it so harshly it pulled his body forward, making him catch himself on his hands to not crash into her.

His eyes widened. 

Her face was inches from his own as her hot, heavy breaths tickled his skin. Shocked eyes stared into him and he took in her features. Long dark eyelashes fluttered against her flushed cheeks as her lips, full and parted, began distracting him. Her dizzying scent filled his nose– soft rose with a hint of sandalwood. He could feel the ghost of the rise and fall of her chest as her hands, still fisted in the fabric of the loaned shirt, trembled. 

Beautiful.  

Hesitantly, he reached up and traced the curve of her cheek. She closed her eyes, body shuddering as she leaned into his touch. Her skin was soft beneath his fingertips, and he let himself enjoy the feeling of her warmth seeping into his pores. 

“Y–”

Noir jumped between the spaces of their bodies and planted herself right on Y/n’s face. Satoru reluctantly removed himself from the scene, allowing Y/n to pluck Noir off of her. 

“I– what has gotten into you Noir?” 

The woman held the fluff ball right above her head. The feline flattened her ears while she swayed her tail back and forth. 

“I think she doesn’t like sharing her mom,” he suggested and she lifted a brow. 

“Or maybe, my precious girl was saving me from my assailant.” She spoke in a baby voice, gently shaking Noir.

“Don’t say it like that! It makes me sound like a creep.” 

She sat up, pulling Noir close to her chest as she placed a kiss on her head. 

“You attacked me, as far as I see it, I am speaking the truth.” 

Turning her head in pure defiance, the woman set down her cat as she stood, taking their finished bowls of soup with her. 

“If you just told me I wouldn’t have attacked you!” 

“You admit to your crime, then?”

“I plead the 5th.” 

What was that just now?

Satoru placed his hand on his chest, feeling the erratic beat of his heart. His cheeks felt hot, and he wasn’t sure if it was from his sickness or the lingering scent of her perfume. 

She scoffed and he heard the sound of water running. The only noise that filled the space was the sound of dishes being washed, and her making something. Once the woman returned, she was holding out a mug toward him while holding one of her own. He took the liquid from her hand, and she rejoined him on the couch. 

Eyeing the cup, he noticed it was the same tea from earlier, but much less hot. Y/n fidgeted with the string of her tea, he watched as she brought her knees up to her chest, eyeing him sidelong. 

“About earlier, I am sorry.” 

She lowered her dark eyelashes, eyes refusing to meet him as she took a sip of her tea. 

“Don’t apologize. I shouldn’t have asked you something personal.” 

His response seemed to surprise her. She faltered for a moment, then set down her mug, slightly facing him. Satoru took a drink of his tea, the temperature pleasantly warm, easing his sore throat. 

“It’s not that. It’s just hard to talk about, my mind will suddenly go blank and I can’t think.” 

She wrapped her hands around her knees, resting her cheek on them as she let her eyes meet his. Solitary sadness peered at him, whispering of isolation and numbed scars – a look he knew all too well. 

“It doesn’t hurt me anymore, but forcing myself to relive memories is harder than coping with them. People always say talking about it makes it easier to deal with, but I think that’s bullshit.” 

He laughed lightly at her words, making the corners of her mouth lift softly. 

“I haven’t talked to anyone about Suguru since it happened. I don’t think they would understand me if I said what I was really thinking.” 

His finger traced the rim of the ceramic mug, memories of his youth playing in his mind. 

“Whatever you feel, it’s valid. It doesn’t matter if it’s right or wrong.” 

His chest suddenly felt tight. Her words eased some of the tension out of his shoulders, making him avoid her gaze. 

“Can I ask you something?” 

She hummed in response and he swallowed his saliva. He needed to be careful, for he tended to be too insensitive at times. 

“You seem so at peace, but earlier, you looked…” 

He couldn’t find the right word. 

Distraught, lost, fearful, horrified, panicked?  None of the words seemed to fit.

Y/n laughed, shaking her head, and letting it rest between her legs. 

“Years of practice. It’s a mask of sorts. I let myself forget most days, and it’s easier when I fall into a routine. But sometimes, something will trigger me, and I kind of just… Shut down? I don’t know how to describe it, but I become numb to everything for a while.” 

Her words struck him. He placed his mug down and leaned forward, forearms on his thighs as he resonated with her. 

“How much do you know about the Jujutsu world?” 

Maybe we can relate to each other. 

“The basics. A lot of the times the Gojo family and the Six-Eyes came up in my research, but honestly, I skimmed through those bits, understanding almost nothing about it. Why do you ask?” 

She eyed him, and he inhaled deeply. Her stare was piercing; like she was dissecting him. 

“I am the strongest sorcerer of this generation. I am also a teacher to the new generation. I’ll save you from the specifics, but my role is incredibly isolating. Naturally, I can’t ever fail. There was a time when I thought I would be able to share this burden of power, but my dreams were crushed by the reality of my strength.” 

Satoru opened and closed his hands, familiar frustration rising in his chest. 

He looked at her and that frustration vanished. She gazed at him with open sincerity. Kindness traced her features, listening to every word he said earnestly. No sign of awe or admiration, just pure intent on understanding him. 

He cleared his throat.

“You see, despite the blessings I have been given, not once has this power made a difference. When it mattered the most, I was unable to save those who I deeply cared for. So I smile, laugh, and pretend I am okay. But in truth, I want to destroy the system and people that have stolen the youth of so many, consequences be damned.” 

The truth of his words lingered in the air. The only way he could cope after Suguru was by dedicating himself to a new goal, something substantial that would transcend through generations. 

“I can’t claim to understand the isolation of power, I am just an average person. But, I do understand the loneliness and yearning for someone to understand you…” 

Finding her tea, she paused, took a deep breath, and then continued. 

“I never knew my parents, I was an orphan. Whether they died or gave me up, I don’t know. But I bounced around from one temporary home to another. Most weren’t great. Some kept locks on the pantry and fridge so I couldn’t eat. One would lock me in a small closet as a form of punishment, that is if they were too tired to hit me. Either way, there’s not a lot of people who relate to that. So it’s isolating.”

Y/n softly smiled at him. No tears filled her eyes, despite the heavy words that left her lips. She just smiled sadly, eyelashes softly kissing her cheeks; it felt as if she was peering into his soul. 

He didn’t know what to say, so he took her hand in his, wrapping his fingers around hers, softly stroking her knuckles. She squeezed, soft skin hugging his own. He could feel the slightly rough texture of her fingertips as her warmth seeped into him, calling to his nerves.  

She laughed lightly, shaking her head, setting some of her hair free of its confinement to frame her face. Again, he was struck by her alluring beauty. 

“What?” the question left his lips in a breathless murmur. 

“Usually, I can’t talk about that without my heart beating out of my chest.” 

Without another word, she gently guided his palm to her chest, right above her heart. Subconsciously he held his breath as he felt the steady thrum of her heart. It softly beat against her chest, and he could feel it through the fabric of her shirt. Her lovely warmth kissed his skin, and he couldn’t tear himself away. 

She smiled. 

“No anxiety,” whispering in astonishment, her eyes searched his in wonder. 

He was locked in her innocent gaze – eyes swirling with perplexed emotions. 

Satoru smiled down at her, allowing her fingers to intertwine with his. 

If only for now, let me be human.

“Tell me more.” 

—

You spent the rest of your day exchanging stories of your youth with Satoru. Sometimes you laughed, and other times you teared up, but either way, you both listened to each other earnestly. 

It was different somehow. 

There was an ease to the flow of the conversation, and it washed away any lingering fear in your heart. It was like you could breathe for the first time – you could be you, and you didn’t shy away from it.

“How are you feeling?”

Having finished your 5th cup of tea, you were starting to get a little stir-crazy. Satoru seemed to be in higher spirits as his fever died down. From the looks of it, the medicine and his stupidly good genes fought off the germs quickly. 

“Better,” 

He sighed, stretching out his long limbs. 

You pulled your eyes away from the sight, trying not to look at where the shirt had risen over his stomach. 

“Well, would you like to join me for a walk?” 

It’s a small offer, though asking still made you feel self-conscious. Your fingers fumbled with the damp tea-string idly, a welcomed distraction from the growing heat on your cheeks. 

It’s not like I am asking him on a date, so why am I getting so embarrassed?  

Satoru gave you a knowing smile but then gestured to his clothes. 

“Just like this? Fuzzy pink house slippers and all?” 

Rolling your eyes at his tease, you motion toward the bathroom. 

“Your clothes and a toothbrush have been laid out since this morning. The outfit choice is yours to make. Brushing your teeth, however, is non-negotiable.” 

“Oh, planning on stealing a kiss?” 

The male stands, and you now have to crane your neck to meet his gaze. 

A smirk tugs at his lips, and it makes your mouth go dry. Despite the playfulness of his demeanor, there is something predatory in his eyes. He takes another step forward, invading your space. Not close enough to feel his breath on your skin, but it was the distance that lovers stood from each other. 

Finding some bravado, you speak. 

“Fantasizing about me already?” 

You feign confidence by placing a hand on your hip while puffing out your bottom lip. 

To say that you’re not attracted to this man would be an outright lie. Also, to say that you only have platonic feelings for him would be another lie. But you weren’t going to let him know that, nor were you going to let him toy with your feelings. 

Satoru's smirk doesn’t falter, instead, he lowers his eyelashes elegantly, looking at you in the way men look at women they’re enamored with. 

“You want to make those fantasies a reality?” his low, breathy voice caught you so off guard to the point your eyes widened and your cheeks became heated. 

“I– wha?” incoherent words fumbled out of your mouth. 

Then Satoru laughed. 

“You should see your face!” he said between breaths, making you only blush harder. 

Embarrassment rising in your chest, you kick his shin, grateful his magical protection bubble wasn’t up. 

“Ow!“ 

“Don’t pretend to be hurt! Go change you bastard!” 

—

Cold night air nipped at the skin of your cheeks as you and Satoru walked silently side by side. The quiet was welcomed as you relished in the calm of the night. The warm glow of the street lights complimented the cool evening sky. Though only being just past 9, the streets were empty, which you appreciated. 

Peeking at Satoru out of the corner of your eye, you smiled. 

His eyes, beautiful and alluring in the night air, took in his surroundings. They seemed to be swallowing every detail, brain dissecting and memorizing the scene in front of him: Stone tiled streets lined with a mix of old and modern homes. 

It made you wonder if he ever had moments of quiet like this. Because right now, he looked like a child who had never been outside a day in his life. 

“Do you not go on walks often?” you ask, breaking him out of his reverie. 

The male, with hair that of moonlight and eyelashes of silver, blinked – your words registering in his mind. 

“It’s not that. Usually, I am on a mission. It’s not often that the world is this slow .” 

Clasping your hands behind your back, you consider his words, trying to piece together an understanding. 

“Care to elaborate with the class?” 

The need to understand was greater than your pride. Even if you were to come up with a plausible answer, your guess would be further from his truth – and every part of you screamed to know that truth. 

You hear him chuckle under his breath, then he turns his eyes to the stars. 

“My eyes are special. To put it simply, they allow me to process everything around me at a much faster rate than the average person. So, usually, when I am out I am surveying my surroundings so much to the point where the simplicity of life is lost. Beautiful architecture no longer captures my eye, rather its existence becomes how I can use its shape to my advantage in a fight…” 

His eyes found yours as he held your curious stare side-long. 

“But right now, my mind is quiet. I can’t remember the last time I felt like this. With you, everything seems to slow down. Almost to the point that I feel normal.” 

The sound of your skipped heartbeat filled your ears. 

Unable to hold his burning gaze, you turned your eyes to the starry night sky. 

The stars, bright and alive against midnight blue are surrounded by the white glow of the moon. They captured your attention – reminding you of the male at your side. 

“I don’t think I could ever see you as normal if I am being honest.” the words left your lips in a whisper. 

“Why’s that?” 

His voice was filled with innocent wonder, so you answered. 

“Everything about you is unnaturally beautiful. Not a single feature that decorates your skin is flawed. It’s like someone painted you into existence.” 

Perfect and unattainable. Something to be admired, but never to be kept. 

Curiosity getting the better of you, you allowed your eyes to peer over at the tall male. He was smiling softly, eyes staring up at the night sky, the stars that rested there reflected in his irises. 

It was like he was talking to the stars, and they glittered brilliantly in response. 

“You see me so poetically,” Satoru murmured, mostly to himself. 

“How do you see yourself, then?” 

The question left your lips before you could consider its weight. You watch as he takes a deep breath in, whether it is to calm himself or to simply enjoy the atmosphere, you can’t tell. 

“Honestly? Objectively, I know who I am and the weight of my power, it’s not fueled by ego or feigned confidence, it’s just a fact. But when I look at my reflection, it’s blurry. I can’t see anything, because I resent myself. If I had just tried a little harder, been less selfish, and paid more attention, maybe things would have been different.” 

His honest words cracked your heart. 

You silently grabbed his hand, intertwining your fingers. He leaned into your touch, molding his hand to yours, thumb idly sweeping over the flesh. Unable to resist the smile that tugged at your lips, you let his warmth seep into your skin. Your hands swayed lightly, and to anyone else, you would’ve looked like a couple.

If only for a short time, I will open my heart to you.

“You know, someone once told me that you can choose to live in your past, to let it define you and your life. Or, you can learn from it and grow into the person you’re supposed to be, carrying the memories of those most precious with you. So, when I feel lost in the murky darkness of my thoughts I tell myself: I am not my past, it does not define me.” 

You’ve never been this raw with anyone. Part of you was fearful he’d laugh in your face, but the other part of you whispered for you to let go. To continue baring your soul, because with him, he made you feel seen . 

Satoru tugged your hand, halting your movement, stopping both of you in place. You met his eyes, a sheepish smile on your lips as you tried to hide your embarrassment. 

“You are… A surprise.” 

There is a hint of shyness in his voice, which in turn made yours rise. The tips of your ears felt hot, but you couldn’t pull away from his stare. You allowed yourself to be swallowed up in the moment, surrendering yourself to him under the gaze of the stars. 

“Meeting your expectations?” 

You bite the flesh of your inner cheek, feeling naked under his knowing blue eyes. 

“Exceeding them and more,” 

His eyes folded kindly, white eyelashes kissing his cheeks as soft moonlight illuminated him in an otherworldly glow. You couldn’t help but be swept away by his beauty – as if he was pure moonlight itself with dazzling stars for eyes.  

For the second time this evening, your heart skipped a beat. 

If you keep looking at me like that, I am going to fall for you, you idiot. 

“Let’s go back, yeah?” 

With forced enthusiasm, you turn around to head back the way you came. A light laugh escaped his lips as he allowed you to pull his body, which you were grateful for. 

What he didn’t know was the act was to hide your deepening blush. 

“Yeah,” 

The evening ended and you went to bed feeling lighter than you had in years. 

But in the morning, it vanished. 

—

“Good morning,” you greeted him, having just finished freshening up for the day.

Satoru was dressed in the clothes you met him in, with the addition of a black blindfold covering his eyes. You saw that your couch was arranged the way it was previously, and Noir was eating her breakfast. 

He cleaned and fed my cat.  

“Morning,” his voice was somewhat distant, so you stood in front of him, placing your hands on your hips. 

“You leaving?” 

The fabric of his mask rises. Taking it as you surprised him, you rolled your eyes. 

“I have to go back,” Satoru answered and you nod your head, taking a deep breath. 

It’s not like you didn’t expect this. However, after yesterday, you knew you were going to miss him. 

“I see. Thank you for cleaning up and feeding Noir.” You say pleasantly, trying to make your voice bright. There was no way you were going to let your feelings show. It isn’t fair to him. 

Satoru took off his blindfold and stood, taking your face in his hands.

The sudden contact surprised you, but you didn’t pull away. Instead, you steeled yourself, forcing your eyes to meet his. 

“You don’t have to put on an act, Y/n.” his thumbs rubbed the soft skin of your cheeks as his eyes, endless sparkling blue, stared into you. 

You let out a small laugh, allowing yourself to lean into his touch. Closing your eyes, you begin committing him to memory – The callouses that peppered his hands, the warmth of his skin, the faint scent of fresh summer rain. 

“You don’t have to make it harder, you know.” 

Your words left your lips in a whisper, barely audible to yourself. But he heard it, tilting your head up, forcing you to meet his eyes. 

“Is it so hard to let me know that you’ll miss me?” 

His thumb traced your lower lip, and you shivered, tucking away that memory, too. 

“Yes, because then I’ll be admitting something to myself I am not ready to face.” 

With eyes stinging, you smiled sadly, drinking in his features for the last time. Soft and elegant with eyes that looked at you as if you were the only thing in the world that mattered. 

Let him go.

Lightly wrapping your hands around his wrists, you pull his hands away from your face, separating your bodies. 

“Please, go, and be safe.” Satoru nods. 

Don’t leave.  

“Goodbye, Y/n.”

I know I don’t belong in your world.

“Goodbye, Satoru.”

Will you miss me?

Leaning down, Satoru pressed his lips to your head. The soft, warm pressure made your skin tingle as his scent invaded your senses, giving you a false sense of safety. He lingered for a moment, hand brushing down your arm, making you bite your lip to hide your helpless whimper.

You closed your eyes and felt his warmth disappear. Only when you heard the ‘ click ’ of the door did you allow your tears to fall. 

Curling up into a ball on the couch, you hugged your knees, crying into your skin. Your heart felt like it was breaking into two. 

He was never mine, to begin with, so why did I get so attached?  

His scent lingered on the couch and you clung to it like a child, desperate and hopeless. You couldn’t breathe, and you were sure you were shouting. Noir came to comfort you, soft body brushing up against yours as you cried violently. 

That’s the first time he said my name… 

—

Satoru had to force himself to walk away. Her cries reached him through the door, and it took everything in him not to turn around. 

When she told him to leave, her eyes begged him to stay. When he kissed her forehead, drinking in her scent for the last time, he felt her small body tremble. While he walked away, his heart screamed at him to turn around, to pull her into his arms and soothe her pain. 

But that would only make it worse. 

Because their reality is that she is just a normal girl, and he is the strongest sorcerer of his time. Their worlds are completely different, and she would be in danger if he allowed her to be close to his heart. 

And he wasn’t about to allow himself to lose another person to his strength. 

Fall in love with someone else and be happy, Y/n.

—

“Why do we keep stopping in cafes, you don’t even drink coffee,” Megumi asks begrudgingly, but Satoru simply waves a nonchalant hand. 

I thought I saw her… 

“I just can’t help but chase the sweet smell of mochi!” 

Stuffing his hands into his pockets, Satoru continues his leisure walk with his student. He hears Megumi let out a deep sigh – clearly getting more fed up with him. 

“Where are we going anyway? You’ve been shut in your office ever since you came back from your ‘personal matter’. Why drag me outside with you all of a sudden?” another long sigh accompanied by an eye roll. 

“I needed some fresh air and wanted company.” 

It was half of the truth, but he was leading them to a training ground so they could have a private conversation. Too many untrustworthy ears at Jujutsu High. 

“You really need friends your age. Or get a girlfriend, you’re getting old. At this point, you’re going to die alone.” 

Before he could get offended, a woman in an army green bomber jacket and a book in her hand walks right by him. 

Without thinking Satoru turns around and grabs the woman’s wrist. Her frightened eyes peer up at him and his heart sinks for the 10th time today. 

“U-Um, excuse me, do I know you?” 

Not Y/n. 

Megumi yanks him by his collar. Satoru let him, of course, but nonetheless, he yanked hard .

“Sorry ma’am, he confused you for someone else, forgive him.” 

The boy didn’t even wait for the woman’s response, he walked, dragging Satoru with him. 

“What the hell is wrong with you today?” Megumi whisper-yelled, spitting venom in his direction. 

Satoru sighed, letting his brief defeat wash over him as he righted himself. He put infinity back up, moving his student’s hand away from his frame, no longer wanting to feel the touch of another person. 

“I rather die alone.” 

That was all he said for the rest of their walk, pointedly ignoring every cafe they walked by. 

Part 2

[mrs-snape5984]

“There is a light and it never goes out…”

“Take me out tonight. Oh, take me anywhere, I don't care, I don’t care, I don’t care…” (“There’s a light that never goes out” by The Smiths)

Overstimulation. Disorientation. Light sensitivity. Chronic pain. Fatigue. These are only a few of those symptoms, which are torturing me day in and day out for the past two years, already. Due to them, caused by a disease, that is called “Myalgic encephalomyelitis/chronic fatigue syndrome” (ME/CFS), I’m currently forced to live a life within the strict confines of my dark and silent room, mostly enduring my daily existence in solitude.

I miss being a part of this world….and fuck, I miss being a part of other people’s lives! Living like this makes me feel like an old piece of furniture, which has been stored away in a hidden chamber…not worthy enough to be used or seen by anyone, and yet still not bad enough to be discarded.

Some months ago, two wonderful people started taking me out to see their worlds by sending me pictures and videos of the places, they’re heading to. Thanks to them, I’m allowed to get a glimpse of places, I’ve always dreamed of being able to explore them on my own.

Furthermore, something else became apparent whenever one of these precious gems of human nature took me with them: I wasn’t just carried around in their phones, but they carried me in their hearts. This realisation blew my mind! It’s not only me, who’s clinging to them as if they’re my lifelines…no, this little German mess, that I am, became important to these people, too! Words can’t express how grateful I am for our connections…and that I was also lucky enough to find true love in this bond (I love you, R. 🖤).

One of those amazing people is my beloved sister in Christ @vulnus-sanare, who will soon come to visit me in my small world. Finally, I’ll be the one, who can show her the beauty of the tiniest things in my environment…always surrounded by the securing gloominess of the nights. Magda, my heart, I’m going to introduce you to the stars above my town, to the soothing sounds of the Moselle River right next to my house and I hope, we will manage to experience the mesmerising dance of the bats in the vineyards, if we take my wheelchair with us. I can’t wait to have you here and pull you into the tightest of all embraces, sweetie!

I’ve commissioned my dear friend @snake-queen7 to create this breathtaking piece of art of Severus and my undeniably self-inserted OC Jules on a nocturnal walk through the vineyards behind my house. Before I caught ME/CFS, I used to enjoy these nightly strolls in order to watch the bats with my children, so I sent her a photo of the exact spot, I want to share with Magda. Since it was Severus and Snapedom, which brought us together, it’s only fair to bring our beloved dungeon bat to this special place as well.

My friend, I’m more than happy with the outcome of your artwork and it’s a pleasure to share it with all those lovely people of our Snapedom. Please take my apologies for taking so long to write this post, but I wanted to honour your work the way, it deserves to be honoured. For this reason, I had to wait patiently for a moment, when my brain wouldn’t refuse me to do its job (brain fog is such a pain in the ass!). Thank you for everything, Natalia! 🥹

🖤Severus & Julia🖤

🖤Sevy & Jules🖤

[milaisreading]

hiii!! I really loved your manager stories, can you please make a scenario of the aftermath of the manager having a crush on Lavinho? when Lavinho and Chris arrived and how the boys would react to it? thank you so much!

Author: I really didn't plan on making a pt2 to that story, since it seemed so random. But surprisingly a lot of you liked it, and due to popular demand, here is pt2! Hope you enjoy it and thanks for the support 🙇🏻‍♀️🩷

Warnings ⚠️: Reader uses she/her. Requests are open

⚽️Blue lock belongs to:Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura⚽️

"What do you mean Lavinho is coming to train us?!" Reo exclaimed into the camera as Ego stopped his speech to look at him oddly.

"As I said, him and Chris Prince will be training you guys for a week and-"

"No! We refuse! Please, anyone but Lavinho. I rather have stoic Noel here than him." Chigiri begged as he fell to the ground. Ego took in a deep breath and contemplated on insulting or yelling at them.

"You unpolished gems need extra training! This place is made for you all to go to the World Cup!"

"We know! But why Lavinho of all people?" Aryu spoke up, panicking just like the others are.

"It's his turn now." Ego stated simply, already getting a migraine from them all.

"Listen, I don't have time for you brats complaining about the most random things. Just don't cause any of them trouble. (Y/n) will bring you your uniforms and then go training." With that the screen turned black as the others looked in worry at each other.

"What now?! If (Y/n) is in love with that dude-"

"It's a celebrity crush,Bachira! And simple, we need to minimize his interactions with (Y/n)." Reo interjected, disgusted at the idea of (Y/n) liking someone as loud as him.

"And how will we do that? We need to be training too. Ego-san won't let it slide if we miss on our training to chase (Y/n) around." Isagi raised an eyebrow.

"Well, maybe the one who is free at the moment can do the distraction part?" Hiori suggested.

"But we need to be subtle with it. If (Y/n) catches on she might get mad at us." Baro added onto Hiori's suggestion.

"Nagi, (Y/n) hates it when you slack off or sleep in, maybe you can... you know..." Kurona said, turning to look at the frustrated albino.

"I see what you mean. I sure can do that, let's just hope she won't be too mad at me." The boy nodded his head, desperate to do whatever he can in order to keep (Y/n) away from the Spaniard.

"Alright it's settled then, this week will be a nightmare." Kunigami sighed, hoping whatever plan they could come up with will work.

The next few days it was filled with preparations for Lavinho and Chirs' arrival. And when the dreadful day came, the boys watched in horror as (Y/n), Ego and Anri greeted them.

'Damn him!' Rin thought as he and Yukimiya spied on them.

'Why does she have heart eyes for him? He is so loud.' Yukimiya cringed as Lavinho joked loudly about something with Chris and Ego.

'He is so cool! No wonder so many people admire him!' (Y/n) thought nervously as Anri silently teased her over Lavinho being there.

'I can do it! The sooner I ask the better!' (Y/n) nodded to herself as she took out a blank sheet of paper, waiting till Lavinho was done talking with Ego over this week's plan.

"(Y/n)!" The group turned to look at Bachira and Kurona who were running towards them.

"What is it?" The girl raised an eyebrow.

"We need your help with some equipment." Kurona said. Bachira nodded his head and took (Y/n)'s wrist.

"Huh? Alright. Let me see what the issue is." The girl nodded, as much as she wanted to talk with Lavinho, her friends and job came first.

"How...how did you guys manage to tangle up the net? And I swear I have put it up on the goal this morning..." (Y/n) muttered as she was busy to entangle the net, she didn't notice the nervous looks Gagamaru, Kurona and Bachira sent each other.

"We are sorry, we kind of... got carried away while playing that we didn't notice it." Bachira explained, feeling sorry for causing (Y/n) the extra trouble. The girl shook her head and sent the trio a small smile before speaking up.

"It's alright! Mistakes happen, the most important thing is to fix it. Which is going good so far."

"It's really nice of you that you aren't getting mad at us... You look pretty today too."

"O-oh? Thanks, Gagamaru!" (Y/n) said as she continued working with the net, feeling a little happier as the other two subtly kicked Gagamaru's legs.

"Cheater."

"Smooth talker."

Bachira and Kurona pouted.

The next day (Y/n) spent the first half helping Chris with taking notes and keeping him on track with the plans, while the 2nd part was taken over by Lavinho. Although she was nervous at first, talking on such a close level with the Spaniard was a huge thing for her, (Y/n) kept her cool as best as possible.

'He makes great speeches!' (Y/n) thought as she listened to the man and wrote some things down. Shortly after he was done, he split the group into two teams, with Chigiri, Hiori and Otoya left as reserves for each team.

'Now is my chance!' (Y/n) thought as she approached the mohawk man.

"E-excuse me, Lavin-"

"(Y/n)! Chigiri needs some help with the knee brace! We don't know how to put it on!" Hiori yelled as he approached the girl, catching Lavinho's attention in the process too.

"Ha? Does it have malfunctions again?!" (Y/n) asked in worry as Hiori nodded his head.

"He thinks so at least. Otoya and I have no clue how it works tho."

"It sounds serious, you can go. I will take the notes from here." The duo turned around to face Lavinho.

"Th-thank you, Lavinho-san." (Y/n) answered.

'He is so reliable!'

Annoyed at the attention she was sending the man, Hiori took (Y/n)'s hand into his and pulled her along.

"Hmm..." (Y/n) muttered as she finally fixed the brace and started putting it on Chigiri's leg.

"Sorry about that." The boy said, feeling a little uncomfortable that they had interrupted (Y/n).

"It's alright! I will just need to talk with Teieri over this... you might need a new model since this one has been malfunctioning a lot." (Y/n) said, a little worried that he might get hurt if he wore it one more time.

'She is such an angel! Never annoyed when helping others and so genuine.' Otoya thought, blushing from her cuteness.

'She is so helpful... we really can't lose her to that dude!' Hiori thought, sending a side glare towards Lavinho. Meanwhile Chigiri was just on cloud 9 because of rhe attention he was receiving.

Day 3 of Lavinho and Chris' stay was pretty uneventful for the most part. Chris would exhaust the boys during the morning training, and later Lavinho would do the same just more intensively.

'Ahh... he is alone now! Just keep your composure (Y/n), ask Lavinho for a simple autograph and move on with your day. Don't be weird.' (Y/n) thought and nodded to herself, grabbing tightly onto her empty piece of paper.

"(Y/n) is approaching Lavinho. You know what to do." Reo told Nagi and Baro, who nodded in annoyance.

"Why do we have to ask him for advice even?"

"And why do you get time with (Y/n)?" The two asked as Reo just shrugged his shoulders.

"Because I am the only rich one here~" Reo laughed and walked off.

'Asshole.' Nagi and Reo thought as they looked at each other.

"(Y/n), I need your help with something!"

Surpassing a groan, (Y/n) turned to look at Reo, wondering what he needed her for.

"Yes?" She asked, noticing Baro and Nagi approaching Lavinho's table.

"Rin and I need help with our uniforms... they are kind of... colored?"

"What?! What do you mean colored?" (Y/n) asked in panic.

'I put them out this morning! How did I not notice it before?!' The girl wondered as Reo pulled her out of the dining room.

"Dunno. We just noticed the pinkish coloring on our uniforms."

"You need my help with passes?" Lavinho asked the two, who solemnly nodded their heads.

"Well then, I will gladly help ya both!" The Spaniard exclaimed with a smile as Baro and Nagi held back a groan.

'Anything to keel our manager away from him!' They reminded themselves as Lavinho dragged them out of the dining room.

"How did this happen?" (Y/n) muttered as she looked at Reo and Rin's uniform. While the pink wasn't huge, it was still a little visible.

"It's kind of my fault..." Rin admitted with a red face as (Y/n) looked at him.

"How did you... Were you carrying that radish salad again and lost balance?" (Y/n)'s frustration turned into teasing.

"Shut up! It only happened twice!" Rin argued as (Y/n) laughed at his clumsiness.

"I hope this teaches you not to walk around with food! The great captain Rin can't balance a bowl of radish."

"Shut up!" The duo argued as Reo watched them with a red face.

'Her laugh is very cute.'

On the fourth day a lot would have lost hope, but (Y/n) didn't want to. She just wanted the autograph so bad! She was using the time while the boys were training to approach Lavinho, not noticing Niko, Isagi and Yukimiya watching them from a safe distance.

'Today is the day! Nobody can stop me!' (Y/n) thought.

"Lavinho-san."

"Hm? Did you need something (Y/n)?" The man asked as the girl fiddled with her fingers a little.

"I-i wanted to ask if I could get an auto-"

(Y/n) was interrupted as she and Lavinho heard a loud scream and they turned to look at the scene.

"Kunigami! What even happened?!" (Y/n) yelled in worry as she noticed blood coming out of his nose.

"We kinda lost control..." Yukimiya gulped as him and Isagi received disapproving looks from Lavinho.

"We should get you to the nurse." (Y/n) muttered as she and Niko helped him up.

"I will talk to these two and you two make sure Kunigami is alright before you leave him in the medic room. " Lavinho ordered them.

"Yes!" Niko and (Y/n) exclaimed, a little terrified at the man's seriousness.

The same night while the boys were either still eating or showering, (Y/n) was with Aryu braiding his hair. And while usually he enjoyed the attention he was receiving from her, he couldn't help but feel a little off.

"Is everything alright? Are you tired?" The boy asked as (Y/n) shook her head.

"Not really... it's just that the whole week I have been trying to get an autograph from Lavinho-san but it never works out." (Y/n) admitted. Aryu's eyes widened at her words as she continued.

"And tomorrow is his last day here too... I think all the courage I build up is just dwindling."

"Ah... so you just want an autograph from him?" Aryu asked for confirmation.

"Of course! I have been Lavinho-san's fan for a while, so having him here is quite a honor."

"So you are staying in Blue Lock and not leaving us for Barcha?"

"Ha? Where did that come from? Of course I won't. Blue Lock is my home and so are you guys. I wouldn't leave for some random team just because someone I admire is in it." (Y/n) said truthfully, causing Aryu to blush a little at her words.

'We made a huge mistake! (Y/n) is just an admirer!' The boy thought, making a mental note to talk with the others later.

"But why would you think I would leave you guys?"

"No reason! Just a thought!" Aryu laughed nervously.

The same night Aryu told the team about the talk he had with (Y/n). The reaction was a pretty surprised one, then it turned into a guilty one after they realized they made more trouble for (Y/n) than needed. All over a celebrity crush that isn't even a threat. So unanimously they decided to end this plan and just let (Y/n) have her best day tomorrow. As much as they hated it, they decided to stay away from her and let her speak with Lavinho normally.

"Hmmm." The team let out a sigh as they watched (Y/n) talk with Lavinho after the man gave her an autograph. And while they were annoyed with the awe look (Y/n) was sending the Spaniard, they were happy. If (Y/n) was happy, so were they.

"She looks cute when she smiles." Gagamaru said as the rest nodded in agreement.

[eluminium]

SKIZZLEMAN WEEK LETS GOO!!!! May not have actually written and finished something for like two years BUT SKIZZLEMAN WEEK IS MORE POWERFUL THAN PROCRASTINATION!!!!

Thank you @skizzlemanweek for organizing and creating these prompts!

Prompt 1: Silent/Shout

-

It had been a weirdly silent few weeks on Magic Mountain.

Well, kind of. Of course, with seven hermits nearby and many more in horse riding distance, real silence is quite a rare phenomenon. But for the residents around Magic Mountain, an uncomfortable stillness louder than expected had settled into their hearts lately. As she cleans out the bones of her latest catch, Gem remembers mentioning it to Impulse recently.

"I didn't realize how much the man talks until he was gone. And now I'm like: Oh, this is what it's like for there to be silence, actually!"

The man in question? None other than Skizzleman, of course! Who isn't dead, just on some off-server business of some kind. At least that's what he told Gem and the others before leaving.

She rolls her eyes fondly at how Scar started talking about some conspiracy theory of his where Skizz is some heaven-sent spy barely a tick after Skizz took his leave. A rant that resulted in poor Mumbo explaining to a confused Joel that Scar's comic-book hero phase last season had some lasting side effects.

She unceremoniously drops the fish bones into the river outside her new anglerfish-shaped fish shop. They hit the water with a small splash before sinking into the murkiness below. Gotta give back to the river! Otherwise, it'll get mad. That's basic fisherwoman knowledge.

When she turns to head back inside so she can put the fish on the cutting boards away, her eyes catch the faint silhouette of Skizz's pyramid in the distance. The sight of it makes the silence around her somehow more prevalent. A sigh leaves her. She misses him. She never thought that the silence he leaves behind would suck this much.

But as she heads back inside, Gem reminds herself that she won't need to miss him for long. He said he'd only be gone for a few weeks, so he's due to be back pretty soon. Then she can go back to poking him for being old or something. In fact, she can almost hear him shout an overdramatic "HEYYY!" already as she points out that-

Wait.

She quickly drops the floppy boneless salmon in the chilled chest and rushes out the door. She may have a good imagination, but it's not THAT good! She looks around rapidly until her eyes catch something. Two figures in the distance. She squints, but it doesn't really help, so she pulls out a spyglass instead.

She can't help but gasp in surprised happiness when she spots familiar feathery wings and a bright spinning halo. It's Skizz! He's back!

Of course, Impulse stands next to him, his demonic tail flapping wildly in excitement. They seem to already be caught up in a conversation. Typical them, can't leave each other alone for five seconds. Seems like the perfect time for her to come and deliver some made-with-love Gem Punches!

But just as she's about to put the spyglass down and run over, she spots a shocking change in Impulse's facial expression. The happy smile decorating his face melts in a tick into something unreadable. (Fear? Annoyance? Teasing? A mix of that and more?) Confused, Gem stops and pans the spyglass over to Skizz's face. Is he…Is he making kissy faces at Impulse-?

Before she can even process what's going on, Impulse looks in her general direction and RUNS. Full-on sprints at top speed in a manner Gem would be impressed he could do if she wasn't so caught off guard. The spyglass quickly disappears into her inventory as she watches him approach with Skizz hot on his heels.

"GEM!!! HELP!!!" Impulse shouts in a clearly overdramatic tone.

"You can't run forever Dipple Dop!!!" Skizz cackles manically.

"What are you idiots doing?!" She tries to put on a tone of playful annoyance, but her amusement leaks through like water through a hole in a boat.

"He's gonna kiss me on the cheek, Gem!!! You gotta help me!!!" Impulse squeals as he runs around in circles on the shore, skillfully dodging Skizz's attempts to grab him.

Gem can't help it. She bursts out laughing so hard it almost hurts her throat. These dudes, she swears. Obviously, if Impulse was actually uncomfortable with the situation he'd tell Skizz, and they wouldn't have a silly goose chase on her front lawn, so she feels rather justified in cackling at his supposed misfortune. And she only laughs harder when Impulse lets out various desperate noises of desperation, which are comical enough that Skizz has to stop his chase because he's laughing too hard. His hands land on his knees as he completely loses it together with Gem. Impulse giggles and stops in his tracks instead of running further, all but confirming that they're just messing around.

"Wow, Gem! I beg for your help, and you laugh at me? I thought we were friends!" He says in an overly hurt tone while crossing his arms and sniffling dramatically.

Gem opens her mouth to respond, but before a single syllable leaves her, Skizz pounces on Impulse and finally scores his victory by snagging a smooch on the man's cheek. He even manages to catch Impulse in a hug. Gem lets out something between a cheer and an "awwwwwww!" as Impulse wiggles in his best friend's grasp.

"I missed you, Dipple Dop!" Skizz says with happy sincerity as he squeezes said Dipple Dop.

"Missed ya too buddy" Impulse responds, sounding like he's getting all air wrung out of him. He pats Skizz on the back. Skizz, in turn, lets him go and turns his eyes to Gem, still standing in the mouth of her anglerfish. He wastes no time jumping into the river, splashing water everywhere, and then swimming over to her.

"And I missed you too, Gemstone!" He cheers as she helps him up onto the solid (?) ground.

Gem can't help but smile as she tackles him for a hug of her own. As his sturdy and comfy arms wrap around her she feels, more than hears, how the hush around Magic Mountain fades away as one of its seven lively mountaineers has come home once again.

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Hey Ari, happy birthday! i know birthdays aren’t always the best as we get older so i hope yours is a good one 🫶🏻 could we maybe see a birthday celebration in one of the edgier verses? young scruffy! reader maybe? i love all the effort you put into your blog and you truly deserve the world for allowing us all a little bit of escape from our own 🩵

Here's Bruce trying to be nice

Bruce rapped gently on the door frame of your bedroom and took a deep breath. He hoped you would accept this in the spirit it was intended.

He held the box in his hand against his side and when you regarded him in your mirror, raising your eyes slowly he took that as silent permission. If you didn't want to see him, you would usually just... not. He would become a non-entity. You didn't ignore him so much as you looked through him. You would hear and acknowledge. But beyond that he didn't exist.

"I uh- I found this in the vault and I- I think mother would have liked you to have it."

Truthfully, he looked for it. Had it cleaned and repaired. The gems were all perfect cut and clarity. They mirrored your eyes. The fact that his mother would have liked you to have it was true. She'd always wanted a daughter. And she'd always spoken of you fondly when he was a boy. That you were a sweet girl.

"Bruce-"

"I missed your birthday," he said, apologetically. "And after you planned such a nice fundraiser for mine."

"It was in the middle of the week. Dinner was fine I-"

"Stop stalling and open it," he said, smiling a little. He'd never met someone more hesitant to accept gifts. Probably because they usually had strings attached.

He proffered it a little more insistently. Satisfied when you take it and cautiously remove the ribbon from the original velvet box. But when you're frozen in place for a moment he isn't sure what to say. Or do. He can't see your face.

"Bruce I can't take this it was your mother's."

"She would have given it to you herself," he said confidently. "And it's a shame for it to stay in the vault on the off chance I have a daughter to give it to. Or some long lost half sister."

"I-"

"May I?" he asked ignoring your protests. He was willing to respect your boundaries- except for this one. A beautiful woman should have a collection of beautiful things. And this one suited you. Vintage. Elegant. If it hadn't been designed for Martha Wayne, it could have been designed for you.

And when you nod hesitantly, he makes a soft satisfied noise. Fastening the necklace around your neck deftly and the bracelet around your wrist.

"Mother lost the earrings on a Yacht in France I believe," he said. Watching the shimmer of the gems in the light. "But I think I can track down the designer- he's retired now but his son is perfectly cabable of-"

"Why?"

"Because," he said kneeling and tilting your chin up to meet your eyes. "I can't give you a fairy tale. Not really. But- it doesn't have to be a horror story."

[lorainelegacy]

Memories

Another doodle because today I felt like drawing something sad. Eleazar in his office holding Loraine's wand. He has written a letter to her.

I can still imagine you, so vivid and clear, sitting next to me, sharing the complicit silence of two intertwined souls. Even when I playfully asked you not to sit at the table, you, with that mischievous smile I loved so much, did it anyway. You did it because you simply delighted in watching me, exploring every gesture, every nuance of my being, just as I was lost in the depths of your gaze. I can still smell the sweet scent of vanilla and cinnamon emanating from your skin. The aroma of your favourite tea. I can still smell it, like an invisible caress that, though comforting, breaks me to my core. I see you still, surrendered to exhaustion in front of the fire. Those nights when study consumed you and you found in my office, our home, a sanctuary of rest. Your sleeping figure was the most tender of visions. I can still feel your hands, delicate and warm, tracing paths of tenderness on my face, leaving their trace in my heart. And your lips… oh, how I miss the softness of your lips, those messengers of love that spoke without words, that said all that our hearts dared not utter aloud. I can still feel your faint breathing on my chest as you fell asleep on top of me on our sofa. In those moments I felt like the guardian of your dreams, the silent custodian of your rest. And as you drifted off to sleep, I lay awake, marvelling at the simplicity of happiness. Your two-coloured eyes are still the most precious gems I have ever beheld. It pains me so much to know that I will never see them again… I know that you will always be here, by my side, in every sigh, in every heartbeat, in every thought. Because what we were together, that is immortal, and neither time nor distance can take it away from me. I still feel you, my love. Even though you are no longer here.

[rowretro]

𝕾𝖙𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝕸𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗

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(anyone else? I think I may have missed a few names or tagged them on a dif post by accident)

WARNINGS: BLOOD, MENTIONS OF DEAD BODIES, nothing else I know of

✧CHAPTER 5✧

It was nothing new in the boys’ house. Waking up, doing a normal morning routine, then coming downstairs to find a whole blood bath in the living room.

 The girl stared, stunned as she watched Heeseung be so casual, laughing and joking with Jungwon as he poked one of the dead bodies with a stick “Painted our white sofa red. Broke whore couldn’t even be grateful enough to clean up after himself.”

 He scoffed, as he clicked his fingers at the guards “I want this room cleaned and the furniture replaced while we’re at school.” Heeseung ordered, smirking as he saw Babe step in, flinching at the sight of the gory scene. 

She silently grabbed her bag, and opened the front door, only for it to get slammed shut forcefully. “Where are you off to without us?! We’re going to the same school.” Heeseung simply said, his arm trapping her between the door and his body. 

“I-I need to get my uniform from home… I’ll meet you at school though-” she faked a smile as Heeseung scoffed “Fine… get in the car I’ll drop you off.” Heeseung coldly stated as the girl gasped. 

There was no way she’s letting them know where she lives. She can’t let them know where she lives, her home is her only safe place.

 “No need, seriously- it’s walking distance-” the girl added as Heeseung frowned at her attitude. “I’m being nice aren’t I? I’m literally offering you a ride babe, are you sure you want to miss out on it?!” He asked, his stare intense as the girl opened the front door “trust me, I’m fine… see you in school-” she said before leaving the building, and running all the way home.

. . .

Upon arriving at her place, she locked the doors and double checked that no one followed her. She peacefully took a quick shower, changed into her uniform and hopped onto her motorbike after rushing her makeup, speeding to the highest, and safest limit she could as she was practically already late. 

10 minutes after the lesson had started, Babe came rushing in, helmet still on her head, the girl out of breath “Sorry I’m late” she apologized through heavy breaths as the teacher blinked. “You forgot to take your helmet off,” the man pointed out, as the girl sighed, taking it off as she went to her seat beside Ning Ning.

 The girl was an extremely enthusiastic, outgoing extrovert, befriending practically everyone. However her energy can be a little too much for Babe to handle. In the nicest way possible, Ning Ning is annoying. “Ooh you even have gems and rhinestones on your helmet? That’s so cool!” she exclaimed quietly, not wanting to trigger the teacher.

 Babe sighed and faked a smile, before continuing to take notes. Ning Ning, however, was distracted, her head on the table, as she took a nap. That was the only time she’s ever been quiet, but the babe mentally admitted, she kind of missed her noisiness.

It was finally break time, the boys out of sight. It was weird. Ever since she arrived at school she didn’t see them anywhere, not even in the first 2 lessons.

 The girl shrugged, sitting with Eunchae where Ning Ning was enthusiastically telling the girls her latest gossip in school “Did you hear? Apparently they’re cleaning it up now! The boys got into a fight earlier, like right before school… there was so much blood everywhere I wouldn’t even be surprised if someone died!” Ning Ning exaggerated.

 “OOH and the person they beat up was a guy that was interested in Babe~” Ning Ning sang as her sentence was followed by the girls’ oohing her. Babe’s eyes widened when she saw the boy’s walk in. 

Just as Ning Ning was about to say something else so daring, Babe stuffed a bunch of popcorn in Ning Ning’s mouth, catching her off guard “YOU SEEM HUNGRY HERE TRY THIS- ITS BIBBLE FROM THE UK-” she exclaimed, muffling Ning Ning’s sentences.

 Jungwon glanced at them, weirded out by her behaviour, while Jay rolled his eyes, approaching them. “Babe Lee. did you forget where you sit or is this some kind of cry for attention?!” Jay asked coldly as he walked off, the girl hastily grabbing her things, running after him.

. . .

Babe was silent, watching as the boys played basket ball outside in the cold. No teachers or students were here as it was pretty late after school. Riki was still staying at home, resting as his fever was fairly high.

Sunghoon was simply smoking some cannabis, giggling with Jake about some random shit. Heeseung flawlessly shooting hoops, teasing Jay, as Jungwon also joined in by teasing the both of them, bouncing the ball out of their hands and running.

They looked so sweet and harmless that verry moment. Babe, looked in her small bedazzled Mirror she keeps in her pocket, frowning as she saw that her lipstick faded, her lips now deprived of the pretty nude-ish pink shade. 

She slowly applied the lipstick, making sure she doesn't apply too much. whenever she got some colour anywhere that's not on her lips, she softly wiped it away with her finger.

The girl applied some more lipstick on her lower lip, flinching as the basket ball hit the space beside her. "Go get the ball Jay-" Heeseung frowned as the male rolled his eyes. Babe frowned as she saw the stride of product on her face.

Just as she was about to wipe it away with her sleeve, the soft hands of Sunoo meet her cheeks, he smiled as he wiped it off properly with some makeup wipes. "Let me do your lips- it's so satisfying" he simply asked.

Quite taken aback by his sudden softness, Babe smiled and handed him her lipstick, lip gloss and lipliner. He was so focused, using his thumb occasionally to blend out the makeup.

he frowned looking through her collection of lip liners, noticing they were all pretty dark. Sunghoon who was witnessing the cute scene simply pointed at one for him, as the male took it and started reapplying the liner on her lips, blending it in so it won't look ridiculous.

He pecked her lips quickly, not ruining his artwork, before applying the lip gloss over it. "I've never actually done anyone's makeup before- you should start letting me do yours more often, your lips look prettier, even though they already were pretty-" He simply said as the girl thanked him.

Wasn't it just this morning that these boys who are seemingly sweet, innocent and carefree, were brutally murdering some bastards and enjoying every scene of it?.... 

✧𝕾𝖙𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝕸𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗✧

[pinky-mouse]

The Sorrow of The Blue (Prt. 2)

Note: Sorry if this is very erratic looking. (T-T)

“You can’t just—just abduct random people!” Pearl squawked, her hands grasping at her hair as if she were ready to rip it out. Knowing her, she probably was.

“I didn’t abduct anyone,” You reply, a little taken aback by everyone’s reaction. Your face becomes crestfallen as you look around you. “I just wanted the human to meet you all. He was so wonderful to me, I thought that I should share his wisdom with you all.”

Before Pearl could get another incoherent stammer out, the door to the house swung open.

“Blue!” Greg frantically rushes out of his coastal home, his son Steven following behind him.

You smile again, looking hopeful as you bend down to look at him at a more suitable level. “Hello again, Greg. It’s been a while.”

“Hi to you too,” He nods, a trickle of sweat running down his forehead as he looks at the older man next to your form. “Blue, you can’t just take whoever you please.”

“I didn’t take him, he came willingly.” You replied softly, your eyebrows turning upward with disappointment again. “He didn’t protest at all. And he reminded me so much of you, I thought you two should become acquainted.”

Everyone around you, minus Steven and the older gentleman who you had not taken the time to know the name of sighed and shook their head.

“What’s the matter?” You ask wearily. You felt so isolated and alone all of a sudden. You’ve done something wrong again, haven’t you?

The lump in your throat returned, and you couldn’t swallow it down. Your droopy eyes began to dampen, and unbeknownst to you, the environment around began to envelop in the blue embrace of your persistent despair and hurt.

“I’m sorry,” You murmur, large tears rolling down your cheeks. “I’m sorry, please don’t look at me like that…”

No matter how many times you’ve (accidentally) affected the gems with your sorrowful energy, they’ve never gotten used to it. It was like an anchor, weighing them down to the furthest depths of the dark and cold ocean.

And that was just a crumb of your pain. Even though your ability was so strong, you still bore the brunt of it all. Nobody could understand— fathom your agony.

Except Steven. “It’s okay,” He said quietly to you, snapping you out of your daze. His hand, which was so small in comparison to your giantess figure, pressed against your cloak. “you’re going to be okay, Blue. Just tell us what happened.”

You wiped your eyes, your lips parted slightly in awe at how quickly the boy took you out of that pit of self deprecation. He was so much like Pink. You almost shed a few more tears before you shook your head.

No, answer the question. You told yourself. Stop crying, that’s enough. You’ve done enough harm already.

“I was traveling through the human cities. And I found myself in a dark little place called Gotham City.” You say slowly, as if you can’t remember what you’ve done or have been to.

“I felt so…so helpless there. There’s so much suffering there, and I couldn’t bear to witness it anymore. So I found somewhere quiet to rest.” You look for the man you had taken with you from New Jersey all the way to Beach City, a place near Ocean City, Maryland.

You don’t seem him anywhere.

“Where is the human?” You question, your eyebrow raising as you look around him. Just as you had gone from bashful to distraught, your attitude was quickly souring. “Where has he gone off to?”

Greg was missing as well.

Garnet, Amethyst, Pearl, and Steven watched you get yourself worked up silently.

Your fists clenched at your sides. “Why will none of you answer me? Where is the human?”

“He’s with my dad, inside.” Steven speaks up, his hand never leaving the fabric of your garments. “Don’t worry, he’s just helping Alfred get back to his family.”

“Family?” You repeat, your own hands loosening. “Alfred, his name is Alfred. How peculiar. You humans have the strangest names.”

“Uh, sorry?” The fourteen year old apologizes sheepishly, not sure what else he could say.

Garnet shifts, her hand going up to adjust her silver shades. “You,” She begins in her cool tone. “took the butler of Bruce Wayne.”

Everyone goes silent, the only things being heard was the sounds of the waves softly crashing against the shore and the seagulls flying overhead.

“WHAT!?” Pearl wails as Amethyst snorts. “YOU KIDNAPPED A BUTLER!?”

Even Steven gasps. “The billionaire?”

“What, what’s happening?” You ask. Is there supposed to be some significance to this? You don’t get it. “Bruce Wayne? Who is that?”

“An elite, very powerful businessman.” Pearl breathes, she looks as if she’s going to faint.

Amethyst chimes in. “Yeah, we’re probably going to get into a lot of trouble when he gets here.”

Despite everything that’s happened with Steven and the Crystal Gems, a majority of people outside the city didn’t know they existed. At all. So you kidnapping the servant of a prestigious human man was going to blow everyone’s cover.

“I’m sorry,” You sigh, running a hand down your arm. You didn’t have the energy to cry. Or do anything else, really. “I’m very sorry, everyone.”

“We-we’ll figure something out, don’t worry!” Steven says encouragingly. You almost smile, had it not been for the way he immediately turned to the others with a look of worry.

Of course he was looking at you like that. Like you were pitiful. You were.

You needed to leave, you’ve done more harm than good at this point.

As you went around to the back of the house, you shrunk your form so that you were no longer as large and problematic as you had once been.

You had no clue how long you had been sitting on that large rock, letting the ocean water splash against the hem of your clothings. You still didn’t crying you refused to.

You held your head in your hands, a headache worming its way into your body. Whispers etched themselves into your mind, and your chest tightened.

The only thing that brought you back to the real world was the yelling coming from Steven, and as you lifted your head, you heard his words more clearly.

The boy was running to you, his hand outstretched and a look of fear on his face as he cried, “No! Don’t!”

‘Don’t, what?’ You wanted to ask, but before you could get the words out, before you could turn your head to see who he was pleading to, you felt a piercing stab in your stomach.

You looked down, mouth agape as you saw the sharp blade sticking out of you. Just you blinked, your mind catching up with your eyes, you went *(Poof!)*

And your gem splashed into the icy waters of the ocean.

[marchsfreakshow]

Princesses Over Princes {Dandy Mott}

Fluff. Little bit of teasing smut. Cover made by me

Fem!Reader

It's your first Christmas with the Mott family after Dandy 'convinced' you to move in. It's officially time to go present shopping, and Dandy almost buys the whole store.

Slightly self-inserted so consider reader autistic, just for now.

I miss writing for my murderous baby boy, so here's a holiday fic to keep y'all going. :)

No one's perspective.

⊹˚.⋆ ₊꒷ᘏᘏ︶ଓ︶꒷꒦⊹˚ᗢ₊꒷︶ଓ︶꒷

Windows had condensation on them because of how cold it was outside. Lights were twinkling around, and Dora made something warm in the kitchen. It smelled like leeks, so you guessed it was some type of soup. You were a bit sick. But, not sick enough to convince Dandy that you couldn't go out today. For Dandy, it had to be a broken leg, and maybe fully paralysed for you to not be able to go out.

Every single time you heard, "Y/N! We're going out." You dramatised fainting and laid like an 1800s lady who needed air on his bed. A grin and a giggle always gave it away, and Dandy stood there unimpressed every time. "Come on! I want to! You need to come with me! You need to! You need to!"

"Big baby." You muttered as you got up.

"What?!"

"you're. A. Big. Baby!" Dandy stood there, slightly gobsmacked, and watched you walk out of his door, a slight skip in your step. Despite being called a baby, he followed you anyway.

A baby? No. Dandy was your lovesick puppy. He'd follow you to the ends of the earth and buy you a company if it made you happy. He was wrapped around your finger like a tight glove. Your comfortability over anything. If you went to the freakshow to see your friend, Amazon Eve, Dandy would make sure you had front-row tickets and brought a pillow to make sure you were comfortable in the creaky, woody chairs. The way he looked at you, it was a look that could melt anything. His eyes were firmly on you. He was so happy he bumped into you with his mother on a walk.

You were sitting in the kitchen, having some of the soup that Dora made when Dandy finally decided to come into the kitchen. Even though he followed you out of the playroom. "Dandy, come eat something!" You smiled, gesturing to the small portion of toast that was available on the table.

"I'm not hungry."

"Dandy-" Dora started,

"Dandy eat something or I'll lock myself in one of the empty rooms and not talk to you until the new year."

Instinctively, Dandy sat down and almost scarfed down toast with nothing on it. He then sat impatiently as you finished your soup, albeit a bit more slowly, and less messily. You were almost elegant and looked like a princess in your baby blue dress that poofed out and rested just below your knee. All Dandy thought you needed now was a tiara, and a ring. Both have a gem-like sapphire in them to match the colour scheme. Staring at you was a full-time job for him. The only one he would like. "Are you almost done?"

"Almost." You giggled, feeling Dandy gently grip your thigh under the table. There was an impatience to his words, and you could feel a tantrum coming on if you didn't hurry up and finish. Thankfully, Dora took your bowl from you as soon as you placed your spoon down. She could also feel the impatience and wanted you to go so she would be away from Dandy for an hour or so. Your eyes met with hers, a silent thank you along with a smile. The small bowl was taken from you, and Dandy grabbed your arm, dragging you to stand up. The childish happiness within his run made you smile, and follow him quickly. He practically threw you in the car once you put a coat on, and started the car just as quickly.

"Love? Where exactly are we going?" You asked once you were on the road. Your boyfriend had calmed down now and was driving carefully. To him, you were precious, a statue or an angel that couldn't be damaged. That one piece of art that you own and wouldn't let anyone else touch it. That's what you were to Dandy, art. Everything about you was art. Your interests were included.

"Store."

"Well, I figured that." You chuckled as the car's hum ran behind you quietly. "But what store are we going to prince?"

A blush rose on your boyfriend's cheeks. His infatuation with you only increased when you called him a nickname. Prince was his favourite. You were his princess, deserving of everything. "Whatever store you want. What do you want right now?"

Silence was the answer until you sheepishly answered, "A new stuffed bear. Not a proper one! Just, a stuffed animal. A brown bear, I like those ones."

"Stuffed animals. Toy shop then. Childish.." He muttered the last part, but you heard it anyway. The roads merged as you were nearing the biggest toy store in town. The biggest was a dull, old toy store in between a book store and a café. It was a greying red and the blandest beige you've ever laid your eyes on. The owner was a sweet older man, but you hoped one day, someone would repair the outside, give it a paint job and make it lived in again as it was when you were a child.

The car screeched to a quick halt and scared you almost half to death due to the suddenness of it. "We're here." He mentioned flatly. It confused you, but you undid your buckle and opened the door for yourself. Just as quickly as you opened the door, a hand appeared in your view. You took the hand, and stepped out of the car, immediately walking around to the pavement. The store was in front of your eyes, children rushing around to grab whatever they wanted.

"I do hope that there's something I want left in stock." You sighed. Before you walked in, you adjusted yourself despite no one in the shop caring much about your appearance.

"We'll find something. You need something for Christmas."

"You do too. I do have most of your presents already though." You smiled. Striding into the shop, Dandy and you were suddenly overwhelmed by the amount of children's yelling and noises they made in general. There was a quiet corner in the corner of the shop, in which the shelves held different teddy bears. "Teddies." You mumbled, walking towards them like a soul heading towards purgatory.

Dandy followed but ran instead. He grabbed a random one and held it out towards you. It was a light beige and looked like a typical teddy. "Um, I don't know." All that kept coming out of your mouth was mutters. Small and messy kids were running around you as the other adults apologized. He could tell you were getting more agitated and uncomfortable but attempted to refrain from yelling.

That lasted about 4 minutes.

You were sitting in the storage room with the shopkeeper's permission, hands over your ears and your eyes were almost glued shut. It pissed Dandy off to no end and you heard, "GO AWAY! EVERYONE!!" Everyone stopped in their tracks and put their things down, not including the bought things, and slowly backed out. Silence filled the shop.

"Dandy. You, my...my customers!" The shopkeeper thought out loud.

"I don't care!! Y/N needs space! They need time!! Everyone was annoying her!!" You took this as a sign to walk out of the storage and Dandy immediately hugged you, kissing your head gently. "You have all the time now."

"Thank you, Dandy." A smile replaced the scared frown you wore on your face. The teddies were still lined up on the shelves, but some were on the floor. You picked the floor teddies up, and Dandy took them from you, going to place them on the till. Every single one you looked at was placed by the shopkeeper.

The small black ones, the beige, brown, white bears. The dusty pinks and blues. The ones with a small card tied to their paws, the bears who looked brown, big and dusty. The old ones who never got a chance to be loved.

Every. Single. One.

"Oh, my love don't worry. I don't-"

"No." Dandy cut you off quick. "You deserve the best. Especially after the annoying brats filled up this place." A sigh escaped you, and you placed your least favourite stuffed animals back on the aged wood.

What was left was 3 teddy bears, a puppet you liked the look of and a small robot. The teddies were the small black one that caught your eye immediately, one of the medium-sized dusty pink ones, and the aged, dark brown, squeezable bear. They captured your heart, along with the other two items. The puppet, and the robot. These 'robots of the future!' interested you dearly. Would talking pictures and robotics be the future? Either way, Dandy was happy you made your choice, and you could go home.

"Is this all you're purchasing today?" The shopkeeper asked. He was a kindle and gentle soul, who had manned the store since Dandy and you were children. He knew you well and saw a romance happen before his eyes when talking to you and Dandy.

Before you could answer, however, Dandy nodded and brought his wallet out. "$100."

"Really? $100. Wow, that's a good price!" You chuckled, gazing at your new and known presents.

"$100 is really cheap," Dandy muttered, paying the shopkeeper swiftly. The items were placed into two bags, and immediately getting scooped up by your childish boyfriend. "Okay, let's go."

You waved goodbye to the shopkeeper and headed outside, the car still in front of the dinky shop door. Dandy almost rushed again, placing the bags in the back of his car and resisting the urge to make you quicken your pace. He wanted to get home. Quick. You were a bit stressed still. He could tell and knew being back at home would make you feel better. Well, your new home. You suddenly got moved into Dandy's mansion at some point in time at the start of your relationship, and it still took you a few months to get used to.

As soon as you were buckled in the passenger's seat, it didn't take more than a second for Dandy to be racing back home. It was like there was a time limit to getting back, and he had to make it back within that limit. The roads were blurred, and you gripped onto Dandy's arm with your left hand, the other held onto your own seatbelt. Whatever race Dandy was having in his head, clearly his car was winning.

The car pulled up to the house in no time. Dandy looked completely fine, with no scratch, but you felt worse. Your stomach felt like it was flipped, your heart was racing and your hair certainly fell out of whatever shape you styled it in that morning. The laboured breathing you were doing concerned Dandy. "Are you okay?"

"yeah. Fine. Just, a bit too fast."

"Okay." A monotone voice came out of the man, and he got out, giving you about 5 seconds before he came around to your side and picked you up, along with the bags of course. "I'm taking you into bed."

You felt like a princess and just stared in awe at Dandy. This childish, but strong man was carrying you into the house, and all the way up to his playroom. It was his favourite room, and where you had your bed. Nothing but the best sheets for you. "Thank you, my prince." You giggled, as Dandy was now sitting by your side.

"You're welcome. you're my princess, and need the best, not whatever common people own."

"Would you kill someone for your princess?" You teased, biting your lip slightly. Pretending to love murder and blood made Dandy even more happy. It thrilled him to know that you were 'just as bloodthirsty as him' according to Amazon Eve.

"I'd murder anyone and everyone if it made you happy." He gripped onto your waist and you looked up at him again. Almost showing innocence in your eyes. He was all yours to ruin with blood, gore, anything. His innocent doll.

Just to make sure he didn't add on to his words, you kissed him and you held onto eachother tightly. The kiss was filled with nothing but lust. The rest of the day was heavy touching, breathing. Deep and heavy kisses. You and Dandy were wrapped around eachother's fingers, tight. "I love you my prince."

"I love you princess."

Tags; @slvt4jamesmarch @babygorewhore @taintandviolent @tatelangdonsweater

[lagncx]

past lovers

black beauty- Lana del rey

  You pulled Astarion behind the home near the docks “y/n…I have to get back home” he whined as you kissed his neck hand caressing his side as he melted into you knees weakening “I barely see you with my training just let us enjoy this” you chuckled when he gasped when you bit his neck “stop it. It’s reckless to do this” Astarion whispered 

  You and him have been dating for years and you proposed to him only for him to say no. Not because he didn’t want to but because he knew you’d be sent off for your work to waterdeep. But when you got back he promised you a yes. You pulled away “fine fine I’ll back off.” You grabbed his hand walking with him through the streets. 

  “So how is it? Working with the fist? Everything you hoped it’d be?” Astarion asked you his eyes watching ships leave the docks. “It’s…a lot, hells I’m not even sure what I’m doing half of the time. It’s always here, investigate that! But I’m never allowed to really help.” You sighed and Astarion gripped your hand with a gentle squeeze “it’ll be fine my love, your just new so maybe they’ll give you some freedom after you come home from waterdeep.” You both grew silent tension in the air. “Astarion..” He turned to you “My dear?” You cringed; he always was using such corny names. “When I Sail off, will you still wait for me? Will you still have me, and hopefully let me have you, as my husband.” You looked down, spit welling up in your mouth before swallowing it. You felt a hand on your cheek lowering to your chin the warmth comforting you as you looked at your lover, his hair dark brown and slicked back “I will always be waiting for you my love. No matter what. Oh but don’t expect me to not have a little fun.” You frowned a small pout protruding but he just laughed “I’m joking my sweet.” He kissed your cheek turning towards his home. “Well, it’s time I go home. Do not stay up late in these streets my love, okay?” He turned back to you and you nodded “Whatever lurks In the dark fears me, my star.” You bowed kissing his hand “goodnight..” He whispered 

——

  Your stomach turned boarding the ship that would take you and your classmates to waterdeep and Astarion was there to send you off. You stole another kiss from him, one filled with promise and love and fear…of him leaving you but it was returned with love and promise and comfort, he would be yours forever. He rubbed your cheek cold gem from his wedding ring rubbing against your cheek as he backed away going back to the street and his mother and father waved at you. You started to tear up. “I promise to visit as soon as I come home!” You cried as they disappeared into the crowd. A new journey awaits.

  Centuries later—-

   Your hands shook as you grabbed the door handle seeing the ring reflect the suns light, your armor pulled off of you and your hair once short, covering your face and eyes now. You used to have your natural hair but now your color is jet black. You pushed open the door. “Mr and Mrs annucin?!” You looked around the house and turning the corner a man and women peaked out from behind they’re faces filled with joy “Oh y/n” Astarions father held his arms out. And you rushed to him hugging him tightly “oh my daughter has returned.” Astarions mother sobbed as she ran her hands over your face “oh it’s great to see you both, both of you so beautiful as always!” You laughed but you cleared your throat “Is…” They frowned and rubbed your arms “He’s been missing for so long…” you tilted your head laughing “your joking.” You frowned when they looked at you “My dear,-“ you got up feeling like you were going to throw up. Not today, not when you got back?! And nobody wrote to you?! Told you?! What the fuck?!!?  “no! No! I won’t hear it.” You sobbed walking down the hall, hands on your head “Not him.” 

  His parents followed you pleading you to listen but you stopped when you looked up at the wall leading to the stairs it was a painting of your lover “..Astarion..” you whispered before falling to your knees throat tightening and you sobbed into the red carpet flooring snot spilling from your nose, spit covering your mouth. His parents fell at your side, shushing you, whispering to you holding your head as you stared up at Astarions painting praying to the gods pleading for them to bring him back. 

——-after the cult has risen in act 3——

  You roamed the streets uneventfully; many passing citizens and refugees. You earlier had walked in on a small child who lost their parents so you decided to watch out for the refugees feeding them and giving them any valuables you had. Right now you were next to the szarr neighborhood. Your spine had a small chill while looking up at the gothic building. Your ears twitched when you heard the sound of screams and yells “Unhand Me! I won’t go back!” Your ears started to ring the voice piercing memories training had made you suppress. You turned and saw someone unfamiliar being pulled away towards the palace and you felt your heart pull you towards the conflict but that voice that voice that face. It wasn’t him, but would it hurt to help? Nah. 

 You rushed over slowly emerging from the shadows “Excuse me? What seems to be the problem?” The three stopped. The white haired man froze and a long haired blonde stepped up “Sorry to disturb you but this is a family matter.”     The man smiled at you his eyes a blood red, looking over to the white haired man his eyes wide looking at you your heart burned when you saw his hands that were pulling the shirt of the other man clawing to get him off, his ring…a jade ring, you wanted it green to match his eyes but now…now his eyes were red but he was still beautiful. Did he know it was you? Of course not, he couldn’t have. Your hair was jet black your scars ruined your once perfect complexion runes and lines carved into your lips. You weren’t beautiful, not like him- “My love?” He whispered “Shut up!” The blonde man said “Sorry ma’am you can be on your wa-“ with a crushing sound the man was sent back bumping into the other making them release the pale elf. You stalked forward your aura taking the breath out of them both. “I’ll take care of this man, I’ll smite you, or you can go back to the shadows from whence you came.” You lifted your hand, the heat radiating off of it as a beam erupted from it. You started to chant, readying to throw it down as they scrambled away “this isn’t over!” The light made them shudder as they ran. You huffed shaking your hand dismissing the beam as you turned towards the man pushed against the wall, mumbling apologies. “Y/n I’m so sorry, I should’ve come to look for you but how could I-…I’m a monster, a blood sucking monster and I didn’t want you to. Have to see me like this I was afraid you wouldn’t lov-“ you grabbed his hand gently arm circling around his waist as you pulled him to his feet holding him close before whispering softly as he looked up at you “Are you alright my love? Can you walk?” He almost stopped breathing before nodding “..mhm..” You smiled, keeping an arm around him as you led him away from the neighborhood. “I’ll take you home.” You said but that made him stop “no, my family they don’t need to..” you shook your head “They’ve gone, I made them leave to waterdeep with all this cult stuff going around.” You squeezed his hand comfortingly he smiled then nodded “A bed would be nice. You don’t know how long I’ve been sleeping on the ground.” He laughed.

  You entered the home closing the door behind you both “gods, it’s changed so much but it’s still the same.” He walked in looking at the paintings of his parents “you spruced it up?” He motions to the rack of weapons and herbs. You looked down at the floor “yea..I’m sorry I redecorated I didn’t think I’d-“ you felt his cold hands grab yours “…you took it off?” He frowns? Looking up at you your jade ring missing. You looked at him and smiled. 

-waterdeep-

  You were at training and you were getting your ass beat “Again!” You yelled charging at your opponent as they kept tackling you everything was fine but it started to rain but you kept going the both of you determined to get this move right but when you fell your wing slipped off and you could’ve sworn your finger was deformed with an indent around it from the ring you remember yelling and clawing the ground and you found it you kissed it. And held it close.

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“Never, it fell off during combat. But I always have it. Just more secure.” You took off your necklace, the jade ring in all its beauty swaying back and forth and Astarion smiled at you. “I waited, you know?” You said Smiling. Astarion frowned for a second but smiled again and said “me too.” You tilted your head but dismissed it. “Do you want to get cleaned?” You said going up the stairs and he followed you “gods Yes! PLEASE!” He huffed you, smiled and took him to the bath, filling it with hot water. “Buttermilk bath?” He smiled and you blinked “Just kidding.” He looked back before undressing you went to help him and he backed away from you “I can do it myself.” You backed off as he glared at you “you can leave. I’ll find you when I’m done.” You fumbled with your hands feet stuck “go.” He scoffed and you did hurrying out but you were scared he’d disappear again. But you calmed yourself down, returning to your stoic form suppressing any emotions, time for dinner you went on auto pilot as you started gathering ingredients from a sack cutting onions, garlic, potatoes, etc. you sat down on the floor and closed your eyes focusing on your soul and your thoughts. It was a while after when down came Astarion wearing some of his old clothes “Whatre you doing down here?” He looked around. You stood up before Coldly saying “nothing” Astarion just blinked “well it doesn’t smell like nothing, smells lovely.” You nodded but just went to stir the food, keeping your distance. Astarion noticed but he didn’t want to spill everything to you, his wife so strong and now so quiet and stoic but yet, stronger always promising to protect him and you haven’t aged a bit. Gods how could he tell you he was faithful and loyal but used his body to get what he wanted…no, what Cazador wanted wasn't his fault. But he promised his body was yours and yours was his. He saw you roll up your sleeves as you started cleaning up the rice and he almost choked up seeing your scars “life has not been kind to you my love.” He whispered and you hummed plainly. Astarion stepped closer “what’s on the stove?” You just shrugged and Astarion huffed, blowing a strand of his hair in the process he just grabbed a spoon and tasted it “mm, well, it’s savory and thick..is that steak? This is delicious.” You just placed the rice to steam and looked at him “curry and rice.” You cracked your knuckles “learned how to make it from a friend who was there for the flaming fist training he came from overseas.” You said Astarion smiled “How was it? The training.” You looked at him almost like you weren’t even seeing he was there and Astarion frowned “Love?” He tilted his head as yours started to slowly turn before you sprung into action standing straight “fine.” You said

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After eating you got ready for bed and Decided to sleep in the guest room. Astarion laid in his bed looking at all his things still in its place but he felt lonely he missed you, your touch. But he wasn’t ready to let you make love to him like you used to. But he still wanted you…maybe he could be intimate without the…triggering parts

  Walking into the room he cleared his throat and you were already awake sitting on the floor in front of the furnace cross legged and closed eyes. He sat next to you waiting for you to finish. And after a good 30 mins he gave up and rubbed your back. It brought you out of your little bubble and you looked at him “Hey baby.” He brushed your hair back and you blinked tiredly at him “hi…I’m sorry did I wake you?” He blinked “no of course not. You okay?” He asked “I'm just worried about you.” You whispered “you don’t want me to touch you, and now you're so different” he chuckled “look at you, your hair is as dark as a raven.” He kissed your cheek, your eye twitching involuntarily “A raven isn’t that dark” he just sucked his teeth “don’t argue.” You turned to him with your eyes puffy “I- was so scared Astarion. I didn’t know where you were or if you’d wait for me back at waterdeep- I was afraid someone would find you dead! And I-“ he shushed you wiping your tears “I’m here now love. And I’m staying, I'm not going anywhere okay?” He kissed you, again and again and again and again. Till you finally grew brave enough to kiss back you pulled away and looked at Astarion. Embracing him and everything about him. “I love you.” You whispered and he looked at you “I love you more…I waited for centuries.” He kissed you again and this time he wouldn’t let go you moaned when he bit your lip drawing blood and you crawled on top of him kissing his lips then his jaw and down his neck desperately trying to rip off his shirt this was normal this was what you would do just like before but Astarion felt his breathing go faster his heart go faster in a bad way as you exposed his body to you his buttons popping as you kissed down his chest hands squeezing his hips leaving nail marks “wait..” he whispered making you freeze you pulled away his legs still tangled with yours as you held yourself up with your arms on both sides of his head “…I have so much to tell you. And I want you, I want you so bad. I really want to continue but if we do. I’ll hate it, I won’t like it. I need to be ready and I’m not ready.” You nodded 

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  Astarion had asked you to take him back to his camp saying it was important and well here you were staying far away as he reunited with everyone seeing him get hugs and people rejoicing that he was safe. You sat on a rock looking out at the city that wasn’t somewhere you’d fit in. You should probably leave. You got up and made your way down before someone snatched you by your collar pulling you back “Oi, soldier! You the one who saved our freind?” You coughed rubbing your neck and looked at the tiefling “yes.” You said plainly and she hugged you tightly “Hell, Yes! Thank you. I was so worried but look at you some random helping someone in need, glad to see there’s some good in the city.” She laughed letting you go Astarion staring at her with folded arms and a frown “Karlach you’ll scare her, she isn’t just some random. She’s well-…” He grabbed your hand with your ring on it lifting it and showing Karlach and the others that gathered behind “She’s my-“ 

“Wife?!” Everyone gasped, making Astarion cringe while you waved and said a small “hello.” Everyone gathered around you “You're no vampire. How did you two meet?” You blinked at the white haired girl, which you heard was shadowheart “well we kind of-“ you started before getting interrupted by a githyanki woman who grabbed your hand “hm, rough skin, soft but still textured, scars, battles nonetheless but you, your eyes scream countless victories. My gods, you must be a hidden legend.” She peered into your soul basically before Astarion came in with an “excuse me-“ though it was drowned out by Karlach “I knew Vampires could find love! Oh yes! No wonder Astarion is always wearing that jade ring! I thought it was just for him to show off!!” She laughed “did you pick it out?” You nodded “it was meant to bring out his” 

“Eyes?” Said a man with long hair wearing a robe, a wizard of course…”Names gale, it’s a pleasure.” You look at his hand and hesitantly shook it but you were immediately hit with detect thoughts “Gale! What the hells are you doing?!” Astarion yelled pushing you apart from him “We already have shapeshifters going around and infiltrating our camp and you bring a stranger!” He scoffed “That stranger is my wife, and you’d be wise to stay on her good side if you want to keep your head of course” Astarion looked Gale up and down. “What’s this commotion?” Everyone parted ways for someone, maybe the group leader. “Hey soldier, well, Astarion brought his…past partner to our camp.” Karlach smiled “oh really?” You stepped forward to them as they smiled looking you up and down “well look at you.” You felt safe, warmth from them Astarion was smiling right by your side watching you. “So Astarion, this is your standards?” You tilted your head and Astarion rolled his eyes before explaining “After the grove, we had a party…a tiefling asked for a little night together I said no I have standards.” He chuckled “Tav here witnessed it and couldn’t stop laughing.” He rolled his eyes “Yes, but I can say…I’m not disappointed.” Tav smiled, bowing to you “Monk yes?” Tav smiled and you nodded before bowing back. “Yes, thank you for letting me visit. I should go.” Astarion scoffed, grabbing your hand “what do you mean go? We just reunited and you already want to leave?” You looked at him smiling “It’s bittersweet yes, but…I don’t belong here.” You pushed hair behind his ear. Tav laughed before wrapping an arm around your shoulder    

   “Don’t belong? Everyone belongs here.” 

  “From slaves of the hells” said wyll standing next to Karlach 

  “To faithful followers rejected by their own goddesses” shadowheart nudged The githyanki warrior who just tsked. 

 “And old Druid warriors.” You turned to a white haired woman, jaheria HOLY SHI- 

 “A portable bomb.” Said gale laughing 

  “Blood suckers.” Astarion shrugged standing next to a woman who stared at you with a cunning smile 

“Talking hamsters!” Said a man who pushed a hamster into your face. 

“And people that are just here by fate.” Said Tav looking at you “everyone here is a family and now…you're a part of it. Stay…” Tav put their hand out, Astarion watched you and you looked around before sighing “I’m not so…good with people.” Everyone crossed their arms waiting for your answer “But I am good with a sword. And as long as you need me I’ll be your protector. I promised that to many and I’ve never known defeat.” You smiled, grabbing Tavs hand “welcome.” Everyone gathered around into a big hug.

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Astarion looked through a bunch of armor “hm, there should be something in here perfect for you.” He hummed “here we are.” You smiled and took the armor from him as you started to put it on “Try to not get hurt okay? I don’t want to watch some random barbarian go haywire on you.” Astarion rolled his eyes, you just nodded grumbling as some hair kept falling over your nose tickling it “Trouble with your ravens nest?” He laughed “Yes, it’s grown on me after years of just…bloodshed but, do you think I should get rid of it. Is the color unfitting for me?” You looked at him and he just walked behind you fingers brushing through it making your head relax into his stomach as he started to push it to one side and pushing it to the other then putting it into a ponytail then a bun he just mumbled to himself but he saw your face when your hair was up, gods you were magnificent. And the world deserves to see you. The face you hide, scars on your left eyelid lips still plump and full even with carved runes and scars in some places. He just couldn’t stop looking at you. He was so in love he forgot how it felt and it scared him. What if he lost you. But look at you. His lover, his forever. “I think I can fix it.” He said as he got back to reality 

… a few hours pass just the two of you near the River “okay dunk your head in the water” you nodded and did so getting up with a gasp the cold water biting your skin as you cringed he just chuckled then used a towel to dry your hair off just a bit then he gave you a mirror and hooked his chin on your shoulder as you lifted it and saw yourself your hair was cut short not a buzz but short Astarion had touched it up a bit giving it a slicked messy look “there.” He smiled at your reflection “Look at you…my Black beauty. Sometimes a new look..a change can mean a new beginning, a new chance at life.” He wrapped his arms around your stomach seeing the uncertainty in your eyes “You're gonna be okay. I’m not going anywhere. We’re both gonna be okay. It’s okay for change to happen even when we can’t control it” he kissed your cheek you nodded

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So that’s who you were, Black Beauty. You we’re already a legend in waterdeep one that was overshadowed by other legends but you gave up everything to keep that place safe even your own mortality. Astarion knew something was different but it didn’t matter he loved you. And you were back together. Good.