#it felt both profound and topical at the time

[archonsabyss]

╰─..✶. [ In Another life ]

❒ pairing: geto suguru x fem!reader

❒ genre: angst! friends to lovers! [unconfessed love]

❒ warnings: dark / sensitive content! hinted abuse [physical and emotional]! minor gore! indirect mentions of suicide! writing consists of emotional / mental health topics! anxiety! depression! insecurities! S2 timeline compliant! foreshadowing

❒ wc: 4.4k

─❒ authors note: how my heart ached and broke while writing this🩶 I would give my life for this man. anything to have him and to hold him. it was meant to be a full series but I lost inspiration

Countless nights you found yourself contemplating whether an eternal slumber might hold the key to solving your troubles.

The thought came regularly when darkness descended and you lay there immersed in the recesses of your thoughts when memories of a rare peaceful night surfaced and sleep was able to cradle your mind into a realm of indifference, numbing your senses until you felt nothing at all, and you questioned whether this eternal slumber could truly endure.

During the toughest bouts of anxiety and frequent episodes of depression, when every breath you took turned each moment of existence into a state of expectation and anticipation, sleep did not come easy. It was either a lack of time or out of fear of the silent stillness it took for your mind to eventually drift into the depths of oblivion. Torturous and frightful it was.

Sleep was dire but not when the screeching thoughts that gripped your vulnerability made the silence before it unbearable, and with each passing day, the toll of those restless nights became increasingly harsh on your body until you reached a point of exhaustion so profound that not even your inner demons could keep you awake.

The life you once knew had become increasingly difficult as you struggled to juggle the challenges of being a teenager with the responsibilities of adulthood.

There were so many unspoken emotional and mental burdens that weighed you down, making you feel captive.

Picture the weight of bearing the burden of those who lacked the awareness and capability to shield themselves from the perils that lay just beneath their noses, and then see a child compelled to stand helpless as a boulder crashed down upon them. They didn't even have the opportunity to lift their arms to attempt a futile struggle against the inevitable.

You questioned the world what fate instilled for you?

A child to grow up and protect a world simply out of the goodness of her heart, to face the ridicule and unjust, endure the disrespect and cruelty and strive to be a better person?

To stake not only your own physical, mental, and emotional well-being but also the safety, happiness and very life force of your loved ones to fight for a path they preached was right all your life?

Crafting your perception during a time of youthful vulnerability and inexperience, ensuring that you would come of age perceiving it as the standard.

The days when you lay weakened on the gritty earth, your torn clothing and exhaustion reaching its zenith. Their words echoed relentlessly in your mind as you gazed into the distance, your head gently tapping against the pain-streaked window.

"This is the essence of your existence, you insolent brat" The elder admonished with a tone of exasperation.

"This life, with all its complexities and burdens, is your destined path. Your innate abilities shall safeguard both the realms of sorcery and the ordinary, and we pledge to resurrect you if necessary, even at the cost of your last breath. Such is your significance, yet you wear ingratitude like a cloak"

Those words morphed into a guiding principle. For the adults held a deeper understanding of the world, you believed, and so you trusted their wisdom unconditionally even if it meant enduring the searing pain in your hands until they bled dry.

Your determination drove you to heed their warnings and fulfil the expected roles, all in pursuit of recognition and validation that you so desperately sought from those people in positions of authority, regardless of whether it was right, wrong or injustice.

Your young mind was but a tangled web of confusion, making it nearly impossible to discern the right course of action, assuming there even was one.

If you could not identify what was wrong, how could you possibly distinguish what was right? Such teachings were foreign to you. You were raised to obey and follow orders, fed untruths when you were in need, and you naively consumed them without understanding the truth.

They were like parasitic leeches, siphoning your strength and vitality. But then, as fate would have it, everything took a profound shift when the threads of your destiny wove together with two improbable, and unforeseen forces of nature.

Through this convergence, barriers were shattered, secrets revealed, and limitations cast aside.

Faced with a new perspective that disturbed your composure and norm. Confronting and grasping an understanding of a foreign yet familiar reality that exceeded the horror and deception of the devil's teachings, discovering that life extended beyond mere obligations and self-sacrifice, transcending blood and power.

They were two boys, akin to yourself in age who embodied the exquisite equilibrium of yin and yang. A living testament to the harmonious interplay of opposites. Gojo Satoru, and Geto Suguru. It wasn't only evident in their strikingly handsome visages and contrasting hair alone, but it delved deeper, seeping into the very core of their beings, where their personalities and attributes painted a vivid portrait of duality.

A white-haired charismatic force of nature, a magnetic anomaly with a devil-may-care attitude whose sharp wit and playful banter set him apart from the rest, and his best friend, a living embodiment of intricacy, fascination, and curiosity that reflected in his deep, coal-like eyes.

His personality was layered in complexity; combining sharpness with moral ambiguity. He had an aura that exuded ambition, and carried an equal measure of self-assuredness as his white-haired counterpart, yet within the more reserved kindness he showed, there lurked a still, undisturbed darkness. Whereas Satoru approached life with a carefree attitude, a character who could inspire both disdain and attraction in equal measure, you could personally attest to this dichotomy, Suguru approached life more methodically.

Satoru was the first person who illuminated the pleasures of existence for you, imparting lessons on resilience and the art of verbal combat─ in other words, Satoru had mentored your naive tongue into adapting his foul mouth of snarky remarks and wit or at least, he tried, but you couldn't quite as easily grasp the confidence to spout nonsense let alone convey your direct thoughts when trauma held a knife to your throat. But that never stopped him from persistently lingering with his efforts. And while there were moments when his personality was deemed intolerable, you wouldn't trade him for anything, not even if eternal misery were the price.

After all, you came to know that his excessive, overbearing personality was his way of showing he cared.

"You're still awake" Murmured a tender voice, as gentle as a caress, carrying a warmth and affection that had only blossomed since he entered your confinement, tore off your shackles, and pulled you from the cage of control.

You tore your gaze from the mesmerizing scenery and shifted your attention to the source of the voice. Your eyes followed the contours of his legs and traced up his expansive chest until they finally met the face that had become your sanctuary.

"Couldn't sleep"

"Mind company?" He asks, but there's no need when he is a presence that will always be welcomed. Yet you nod your head and smile softly before resuming your watch of the city.

Suguru moves forward, taking one step after the other until his shoulder and head rest against the wall, crossing his arms and legs as he looks at you attentively.

"It's been some time since it was just the two of us on a mission together," Suguru initiates a conversation, and your attention shifts toward him.

"Satoru lingers," He adds, prompting a genuine smile to grace your lips, a faint spark of life illuminating your eyes in stark contrast to the previously sombre expression you wore just moments ago.

"He's not that bad" You defend with little effort and it has him rolling his eyes.

"No, he is that bad"

"You're only saying that because you don't want to admit you actually miss him" Suguru scoffs at your teasing, and as much as he wants to wipe that pretty little grin off your mouth, he's too content with seeing it to do otherwise.

"And your denial stems from the fear of acknowledging that you actually enjoy the silence of not having Satoru talk your ear off"

"That's not true!"

"Could have fooled me, little one" He teases with a cheeky grin. You find comfort in the warmth of his smile, which emboldens you to finally pose the question that has been lingering in your mind since the beginning of this mission two days ago. Deep down, Suguru disliked the fact that you felt compelled to ask permission to be honest and share your thoughts, especially when he expects nothing less from you.

As you breathe in and out unsteadily, you're locking eyes with Suguru's weary gaze and you ask, driven by the recollection of the guilt that still burdens you now, "When you and Satoru confronted the higher-ups to oppose my execution, did either of you consider the potential consequences of going against them?"

Instantaneously, without a hint of hesitation or contemplation, Suguru cracked a sly smile. A bewitching spectacle, if you must admit. A nearly captivating, and nearly diverting your attention from the incredulous reply that leaves his mouth.

"It did cross my mind for a second... But you know how Satoru is. When he makes up his mind I simply follow"

"What about the consequences?"

"We'd deal with it when the time came"

The nonchalant manner in which he admitted it left your mind in a whirlwind. You never anticipated anything less from them, but at that particular time, your gratitude and the human instinct to fear death may have eclipsed your concern for the lives of two strangers. Rationality abandoned you, for who could maintain a composed mindset while facing imminent death, with every breath hanging on the precipice of uncertainty? Yet, reflecting on how far you've come and the relationship you've built with them since then, you now grasp the deep significance of what transpired a year ago—their selfless sacrifice made without a second thought. Maybe it was their confidence in their abilities, their growing power, that gave them the courage to believe they stood a fighting chance or maybe the duo simply understood, without needing to voice it, that they saw no reality but that of which they emerged triumphed.

Still unable to comprehend such confident negligence at the hands of two boys barely in their teens, your disbelief is made quite evident as you fidget in your seat and peer up at him with slightly parted lips. "Simple as that?"

"Simple as that" He confirmed it once again, shrugging, as though there were nothing further to add. "Although, Satoru should've taken a moment to consider your welfare before barging into your room. It was probably not the best way to play hero"

"It was rather─ unexpected" You muttered, vividly remembering your first encounter with Satoru and how enthusiastically he crashed through your doors.

His grin was as carefree and confident as a child's as he proudly proclaimed himself your saviour and gallant champion, tossing you a jacket and swiftly ushering you out the door before your emotions had a chance to catch up.

"I tried to attack him but.."

"But his infinity" You nod when Suguru finishes your sentence for you.

"I knew then who he was. Though I can't remember the reason clearly, I feel that may have been why my defences lowered and I gave up trying to fight. Or maybe I gave up thinking I'd live. I figured death by someone like him was better than a curse or even the higher-ups ridding me of my hands and wringing me by the neck"

"We're all undeniably just a bunch of impulsive and immature kids alive solely due to a stroke of misfortune." Suguru pinches the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger, reminiscent of the same headache he experienced that night when recklessness took control. Anger bubbles but he suppresses it well,

"It's laughable how ignorant and uncertain we are of our choices. I highly doubt Satoru ever contemplates his decisions to a necessary extent before he acts"

"You can't know that, Suguru"

"But I do know that" He chuckled and you shake your head.

"As you've said─" You gave him a pointed look before continuing, "We're merely children. Though our lives have put us in situations where we haven't been treated as such, you can't change what is up here─" You tapped the side of your head in reference to the maturity of a young persons brain.

"And here" You motioned to the area of where a youthful heart beats behind an enclosed cage.

"We have to give ourselves some credit and show a bit of self-compassion. We're just trying to survive..." Your hand extended to meet his while he, despite the stormy rage in his eyes and the restrained intensity in his voice, accepted the gesture, laying his much larger hand over yours.

Little by little, the the anger clouding his judgement dissipated.

Within the abyss of his thoughts, where unspoken words dwell and dark truths go unnoticed by your care, love, and reassurance, Suguru conceals a revelation: he views that night when he saved you as a feeble endeavour, a mere mortal's audacious attempt to impersonate the divine alongside Satoru.

His other hand trailed up your face and swiped over the bags under your eyes. "All I can see is the exhaustion in your eyes as it grows."

It warms your fleeting heart that he notices; that his concern runs so deep it causes him guilt and distress.

"We gave you hope" His voice cracks.

"You gave me a choice" Your eyes soften as they meet his, reading the thoughts he's too afraid to share. "You and Satoru gave me a choice and it was more than I could ever ask for"

Silence draws from you.

Suguru admits to seeing you slowly become a shell of the woman you never even had the opportunity to become. But he also sees the person you can still become.

Hope, he understands is a double-edged sword as it teeters on the brink of being shattered.

You represent his hope and he realizes that one day you will slip through his grasp. Either you will flourish independently of him or you will suffer because of him.

"A choice between death or slavery. There's hardly a difference"

And it hurts because it's nothing but the truth.

Pain is etched across your face as you ask, "Do you think death would have been a better option?"

Suguru exhales quietly, wearing a pained expression and evading a direct answer. "Satoru would have fought for you, even without knowing your identity, even if it resulted in a massacre

'Thoughtful and sweet' you thought, but had he purposely omitted himself from that sentence? You wondered.

"And you?"

Suguru thinks, eyes drifting to your hand that fits so perfectly in his palm.

"I would have gone wherever he led"

"Do you think death would've saved me?"

"Yes" He looks at you, "Selfishly?─ no. I would have preferred you to never suffer again, but death will never be an option for you, not while I live"

You look at him and he feels the sharp attentive eyes that you stare at him with. He neither cowers nor squirms, and you don't shy away, that's far beyond either of you when the intensity of the atmosphere grows heavily under the intricate heartfelt darkness that pours from your souls.

His confession sends the gruesome fluttering of butterflies to run a mock, their delicate wings clapping thunderously, contrasting the gentle nature of their existence.

"You won't leave me, right?"

The vulnerability is so evident in your voice it seeps into the cracks of his heart and reinforces his desire to protect you. Suguru appears on the verge of saying something, yet he restrains himself.

It's evident in his deliberate, slow blinks and the fleeting glances he casts in your direction before fixating his gaze on the ceiling.

Instead of answering you verbally he offers your entangled fingers a gentle squeeze, saying what his voice could not. His silence resonates so loudly that you're tempted to break it with a simple "what," although deep down, you know no answer would follow.

Perhaps, if your concern for him were genuine his silence shouldn't deter you, but when you understand the hesitation, the internal contemplation, and the fear that comes with the desire to connect.

You leave him be.

You're not sure how much time has passed, but at some point, Suguru settled at the far end of the window bench and gestured for you to stretch your legs over his.

You become immersed in the quietude and the cityscape. Your gaze flits between the bustling streets and the towering structures. Some of the neighbouring apartments were aglow with lights, indicating that you weren't the sole wakeful souls at this unearthly hour, and you simply observed as one room darkened only for another to illuminate. It makes you see how such a mundane act will probably be the only ounce of normalcy you'll ever get.

In your mind, it strikes you just as suddenly as the thick grey clouds enclosing the clear skies and the loud warning rumble of thunder as a storm follows on its tail.

Was normalcy something you could adapt to?

Would you go back to the day when your mind grasped an understanding of your situation and do things differently? Fight back and refute as they groomed you to become a weapon.

Would you go back to the day that led to your assumed betrayal. When you chose to see into the soul of a curse and release it?

The first and last choice you'd ever make out of your own free will. A choice that infuriatingly warranted a punishment worse than death, and instead of seeing your mistake and repenting as they so mercifully offered, you foolishly raised your head and stood your ground. And when they tried to subdue you, the pent-up anger and hurt exploded and they grew fearful of the very power they created.

Would you have reconsidered and opted to exorcise the curse, leading to a life of further confinement of those in control?

That night when your body, mind, and soul were to be sacrificed for the safety of the jujutsu world.

When Gojo Satoru wreaked havoc on your Minka, kicked down the doors and shattered every window, flashing you a cheerful smile as he looked at the remains of your home with distaste, "Come on little one, I'm kidnapping you"

In shock from the overwhelming aura that radiated off this stranger, you couldn't fight as he effortlessly dragged you away. Imagine your surprise when your attempt at a last fight led to your discovery that this brat of a white head yetti was none other than the heir of the Gojo Clan. The wielder of the six eyes and the cursed technique, Limitless.

You felt a loss of hope as you became convinced that your destiny was inevitable.

Regret was all you felt, and though unprepared for death, you could only wish that whatever followed would surpass the life you had experienced.

"We're keeping her" Satoru asserted, his sly smile persisting without ever fading. The room echoed with robust signs of dissent.

"And what makes you think you are entitled to such a decision?" Argued a man who abruptly stood from his chair with anger, deceiving himself and others around the table with the great power he claimed to have but truthfully did not.

"Me"

No one could debate no matter how hard they wanted to, they had no words. Suguru uncrossed his arms and nudged your shoulder, offering a small nod and smile in hopes of it being comforting, but your eyes and heart were dead as you stared blankly at the faces of the people who killed it.

"I'm the strongest there is but I don't see you trying to condemn me to eternal imprisonment" Satoru stated boredly. "Suguru and I will babysit her or whatever" If it were under normal circumstances, you most likely would have directed the coldest glare at him for insinuating you needed to be babysat.

"You foolish brat!" A woman stood abruptly. "She bears the blood of the innocent on her hands, and you believe her conscience is not haunted by guilt! She opted to safeguard a curse over the lives entrusted to her, she chose her own demise!"

If only they refrained from distorting your words and perceived the reality of the situation. The dreadful curse they accused you of preferring over human lives was simply an infant mutant, its heartbeat seeking reassurance as it clung to your clothes desperately. The tears streaming down its face held no significance, even when the humans they insisted on saving were reprehensible. You made a decision, regardless of origin and blood. You opted for innocence over the murderous hands of humans.

"We all bear the weight of our choices, she's different" Suguru interjected, his hands clenching at his sides, ready to step forward in opposition had Satoru not continued speaking.

"Come on, Granny, you don't mean that. Look at her," Satoru beamed, "She's ecstatic to be saved by us, right? No guilt written on that pretty face whatsoever."

All attention was on you.

You had no answer to give, no thought or leading up to a decision.

"Hold on!" Satoru suddenly exclaimed, coming to an abrupt stop as a thought crossed his mind.

"Is she─ mute?" He inquired quietly to Suguru and it was received with a firm smack to the back of his head.

"Focus you idiot."

"Yeah, yeah, got it. Where were we... So, little one, do you fancy─" The white-haired male gestured with a thumb across his neck accompanied by a whistle, alluding to the act of beheading. "Or would you rather embark on a thrilling journey as my apprentice?"

A sudden jab to his side prompted Satoru to feign a grimace, pondering why he was receiving these hits. Meanwhile, Suguru let out an exasperated huff.

"What Satoru is trying to say is that, whatever choice you make we will stand by you. But it is your choice"

"Stop hitting me" That only warrants him another shove.

They presented you with a choice despite the consequences and the circumstances. They turned away from the puppeteers controlling the strings of your life and looked at you with determined eyes that offered you the power to decide. Even in your zombie-like state, you could see it in their determined gaze— they offered you a choice whether it meant choosing your death or enduring torment among them. Neither option was ideal but at the end of the day it was yours to make, and that marked the beginning of it all. It held immense significance, enough to ignite a spark of desire to live, to revive ambition and determination to fight until those deserving of it shared in the pain you endured.

That decision marked the conclusion of the prologue to your story, finding yourself now seated beside your closest companion as the chapters continued.

"Do you ever envision your future and ponder what it might hold? Do you wonder if there's a fortune waiting for us? Perhaps amidst the chaos and tragedy we still find love and start a family?"

The unexpected question is followed by a sudden movement and you feel a gentle weight on your head.

Suguru rested a hand on your head and playfully tousled your hair with a knowing smile playing on his lips.

You pull your legs closer to your chest and lean into his touch that has drifted to your cheek.

"I don't think I'll live that long"

"But if we did? If such a future existed wouldn't you consider giving it a shot?"

Suguru avoids addressing your question with the hopes that eventually one day he'll have the courage to express his true thoughts.

To admit that the sole future he envisions involves you living and flourishing; if it comes down to it he'd dedicate his last moments and breath to you and Satoru but for now, he brushes it aside and whispers, "Come on, let's get you to bed."

You shake your head not feeling the pull of sleep but Suguru is stubborn as he sighs and offers his hand and you accept without question.

He leads you to the couch where he settles down and throws his head back with closed eyes. His long limbs stretch out in front of him as he waits for you to join him, his side all but inviting.

The familiarity of his gesture is embedded in your memory, the inviting embrace you've grown accustomed to.

You instinctively take your place and snugly fit yourself against his side until your thighs press against each other, and your head rests against his chest with his arm curling around your shoulders to keep you close.

You reach for the blanket left unfolded at the opposite end of the couch, a clear sign of your restlessness during the first night you spent here, and throw it over you both, grateful that its size allows for a comfortable cover.

"I think about it a lot," You whispered sadly. "What life would be like if we could be as blissfully ignorant as normal people, not seeing the world through the eyes of sorcerers. I want to live—with you. I want to have a family someday, to hold my little one and know what it feels like to be a mother. I've heard that bond with a child is something else."

A smile tugs are your lips.

Suguru listened attentively, his heart undeniably fluttering. It was painful to hear knowing such dreams were a luxury you couldn’t afford but it was also endearing because you still dared to dream and wish.

You were breaking but you weren’t broken.

His fingers pressed into your scalp massaging in soothing gentle circles. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear.

"In my next life I will make sure to find you again and we'll see that dream a reality. I promise"

Suguru gently presses his lips to the side of your head, his heart leaping at your heartfelt confession. He silently wished he had the courage both selfish and selfless to live this life with you.

Maybe in the next.

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Keep Moving Forwards, Part 14

Azriel x Reader Fic

Summary: After finally deciding to leave your abusive and manipulative mate for good, you find unexpected companionship with Azriel, the Shadowsinger of the Night Court. As you navigate the aftermath of your traumatic relationship, you struggle to understand where the mating bond went wrong and contemplate your path forward, vowing never to return to the past.

Find other parts here: Master List

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Content Warning: This story contains depictions of extreme emotional manipulation and abuse, detailed descriptions of direct physical abuse, and scenes of men hunting women with implied sexual assault. Please read at your own risk.

Word Count: 1.7k

Author's Note: This is a multi-part series. Unlike my previous works, this fanfiction delves deeper than just fluff, exploring complex emotional landscapes. As I navigate this new writing journey, I kindly ask for gentle feedback. The topics addressed are profoundly impactful, touching many lives with diverse experiences. Please be gentle with yourselves and others. Healing is a journey, and everyone processes it differently. Be kind to yourself. Take what resonates, and leave what doesn’t.

Please continue reading, being aware of the above content warnings, ensuring you are in a healthy headspace. Give yourself time to process and be gentle with yourself.

It felt like it didn’t take more than a few hours for you to make it deep into the woods surrounding the city, remembering the paths your mother used to take you on up into the mountains. You let your hands pass over the bark of trees that had grown so much taller since you last had seen them, the canopy above casting green shadows down onto the forest floor as the entirety of the world seemed to wash over you. You walked with a new clarity, a new sense of purpose, thanking the Mother silently that you hadn’t had to explain more to the Night Court about your own affairs. You were free. You were far from the cabin in the woods, healed, refueled and ready to move on. 

You continued walking, until you came upon a clearing through the trees, looking down onto the quiet city that was slowly rising to life. You felt a slight pang of guilt as you looked across, the House of Wind stuck into the side of the mountain, glimmering in the morning light. You hadn’t said goodbye to Elain, Nesta, or Feyre. And while you knew they wouldn’t be upset at your lack of manners, you still felt a sense of responsibility. 

You wondered what would become of that great family, who had taken you in without question, allowing you to eat their food, sleep in their beds and care for you when you were wounded. They were rulers, diplomats, fae in positions of power, and yet for that week they had been your nurses. You wished them the best and turned back to the deep green wood. 

There was no set path to follow, no destination in sight. You allowed yourself to wander freely, allowing your feet to guide you. Birds, singing out their early morning songs chattered in the treetops, a counterpoint to the crunch of your footsteps. You felt the weight of the world lift from your shoulders, each step deeper was a step farther from the worry and constraint of the world. The dense foliage seemed to absorb your anxiety, replacing them with a profound sense of serenity as you imagined running through the bushes with your mother in hot pursuit, a smile on both your faces with sweat pouring from your brow but without care, giggles echoing through the trees. Your fingers brushed over the rough bark of the ancient oaks and wondered if your mother had touched the same. 

The woods grew more alive with subtle sounds of the world waking up - the rustle of small creatures in the underbrush and the murmur of a hidden stream. 

You came upon a large meadow, the spring flowers a riot of colors as you perched upon a large boulder, the moss soft under your boots and fingers as you breathed in the air around you. Your mind was quiet and content, and the world was yours. 

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It felt like it didn’t take more than a few hours for you to make it deep into the woods surrounding the city, retracing the paths your mother used to take you on up into the mountains. Your hands brushed over the bark of trees that had grown so much taller since you last saw them. The canopy above cast green shadows onto the forest floor, and the entirety of the world seemed to wash over you. You walked with a new clarity, a new sense of purpose, silently thanking the Mother that you hadn’t had to explain more to the Night Court about your affairs. You were free. You were far from the cabin in the woods, healed, refueled, and ready to move on.

You continued walking until you came upon a clearing through the trees, looking down onto the quiet city that was slowly rising to life. You felt a slight pang of guilt as you gazed across at the House of Wind, stuck into the side of the mountain, glimmering in the morning light. You hadn’t said goodbye to Elain, Nesta, or Feyre. And while you knew they wouldn’t be upset at your lack of manners, you still felt a sense of guilt. You wondered what would become of that great family, who had taken you in without question, allowing you to eat their food, sleep in their beds, and care for you when you were wounded. They were rulers, diplomats, fae in positions of power, and yet for that week, they had been your nurses. You wished them the best and turned back to the deep green wood.

There was no set path to follow, no destination in sight. You allowed yourself to wander freely, letting your feet guide you. Birds sang their early morning songs, chattering in the treetops, a counterpoint to the crunch of your footsteps. The weight of the world lifted from your shoulders with each step deeper into the forest, the dense foliage absorbing your anxiety and replacing it with a profound sense of serenity. You imagined running through the bushes with your mother in hot pursuit, both of you smiling, sweat pouring from your brow but without care, giggles echoing through the trees. Your fingers brushed over the rough bark of the ancient oaks, wondering if your mother had touched the same.

The woods grew more alive with subtle sounds of the world waking up—the rustle of small creatures in the underbrush and the murmur of a hidden stream. You came upon a large meadow, the spring flowers a riot of colors. Perching upon a large boulder, you let your fingers run over the soft moss and breathed in the crisp, fresh air around you. Your mind was quiet and content, and the world felt like it was yours.

A few days and nights of wandering passed without meeting anyone on the way. You sustained yourself on the meals packed for you, sheltered in the tent lovingly provided in the rucksack. You had no issue making your way over the mountain, down the other side, and deeper into the wilderness of the Night Court. On the third day, you found what looked like a path through the woods, long untended but remembered by the underbrush. You followed it and, among the pines and oaks, discovered what looked to be an abandoned cabin. Its windows were missing glass, the door was off its hinges, and the roof had missing slats, covered in moss as the forest reclaimed its property. You made your way around the perimeter, checking for signs of life, and seeing nothing but long-abandoned pots, pans, and furniture.

Attached to the side of the cabin was a small greenhouse with many panes of windows shattered, the tin roof rusted, but small plants still thriving within. You made your way inside, the light of the afternoon shining through cobwebs. The floor was torn apart, with boards arching under the dampness of the forest. It was one room, with a ladder leading to a lofted bed. The curtains, frayed and tattered, fluttered in the breeze as you took a few creaking steps in. The wood stove, perched in the back corner, was rusted over but still looked usable. On the wall, a single desk or kitchen table held various cups and plates left out, and a single candle sat in the center as though someone might be coming back for dinner. But from the layer of dirt lain on the table, you doubted anyone had dined here in many years. The back wall was lined with shelves, crusted over with dust and dirt. You ran your hand over the pans left behind, books heavy and rippling from rain, pages stuck together. Oil lamps lined the walls and seemed to still hold fluid. You dropped your rucksack and clambered up the rickety ladder to see the old, dirty mattress lying on the upper loft with a lamp next to it, the blanket old and rotten.

When you dropped back down to the floor, you gazed around the room. It was broken, worn down, neglected, and yet it seemed to yearn to be lived in. Perhaps it could be home.

You left your pack in the cabin, wandering outside to take in the surroundings. Planting beds needed tending, but the soil was rich. About fifty paces into the woods was a babbling creek with clean water. You decided that for the time being, this would be as good a home as any other.

You spent the next few days cleaning out the cabin. You formed a makeshift broom by collecting old, dried weeds from the creek and securing them to a broken branch, tying them together with a braided cord you found on the shelves. You swept out the dirt and grime, taking care to clear the cobwebs from the rafters and windows. You ripped the rotten boards from the floor, replacing them with bundles of sticks for the time being. You pulled out the old mattress, cutting pieces of it for tinder. You scaled the rooftop, surveying the rotten pieces and laid down brush and moss to patch the holes. It leaked less but still allowed a steady drip when it rained. You cleared the chimney of the stove, finding a rather unhappy squirrel family living within but managed to get it working after an afternoon of sweating and swearing. You tended to the garden and greenhouse, pulling out weeds and turning over the dirt. You saved the seeds of the fruits and vegetables packed for you, pressing them in a piece of wet cloth and planting those that would survive the heat of summer.

Sleep still came in bouts. If you slept with any sort of awareness, your mate still wormed his way in, so you often spent nights tinkering with the oil lamps, working into the early mornings as you tried to mend the curtains with old fabric scraps from around the cabin. Only when you reached exhaustion and seemed to fall asleep from mere necessity, when you slept with a depth of death, did you sleep without his interference. Even then, when it seemed you regained a sense of consciousness, you awakened yourself.

You had found father down the creek a large lake in a clearing and you felt comfortable enough to strip down and bathe in the water, allowing it’s cold temperature to soothe you as you cleansed yourself of the grime of the days.

Within the garden, you collected various stones and etched into one of them, “Anthea. Your escape was worth it.” You laid it among blooming purple flowers that you couldn’t identify. 

As you settled into this new routine, you found a sense of peace and purpose. The world around you was wild and untamed, yet it felt like home. 

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[aggressive-almond-cookie]

We’ll see how this goes I guess.

[anantaru]

— he doesn't want you to leave

including kazuha, scaramouche, heizou, itto x gn! reader

genre: fluff, little kisses, they're whipped honestly, tiny bit of gossip bf kuni

— kazuha

speaking truthfully, kazuha simply cannot resist you for the life of him.

in fact, once he had officially secured you as his ever so beautiful s/o, he make sure to show you his gratitude in tiny whispers of sweet words and pleas.

additionally he'd make it his duty to shower you in both, physical and emotional affection.

doubtless, he can't help himself, being wiggled in your embrace feels like heaven, it's surreal, sometimes kazuha is certain he's actually hallucinating, but then your body warmth is dashing into him and that's when he knows it was real.

sometimes whenever he sleeps over, the moment you wake up from your slumber the next day, his arm will most likely be lazily thrown over your hips.

once he's all woken up as well, kazuha will immediately pull you softly to his chest, greeting you with a tired, sleepy smile through lidded eyes.

"five more minutes, please."

your body was enduring additional applied pressure from his arm as you turned around to face your boyfriend, staying near and deepening the profound intimacy from each other.

the easygoing pumps under his ribcage were pacifying and settled a great way to enjoy the romantic love between you both.

upon giving him what he desired at last— that being the five additional minutes he had requested, you, with enough persuasion on your own person, spoke again.

"we can't stay in bed forever kazuha."

well, well, believe it or not but kazuha was actually trying his hardest to get out of bed the whole time but how come you were especially comfy today?

you must be playing tricks on him!

"five.. more minutes please." his voice was a little unclear still, the tiredness was continuing to be laced around his words with his sleepy expression being immediately perceived by you.

what if, and that was just a little thought crossing his dizzy thoughts, what if you stayed in today?

just a couple more hours longer doing nothing at all except of laying in bed.

kazuha wasn't a fan of letting go of you right now, not today, not when you're so secure, so pleasant and cozy in his arms.

locked up in each other, you dozed off again without much persuasion required, the work responsibilities that had been shared by you were nothing more than a fleeting dream out of many.

— scaramouche

"what do you think you're doing?"

his voice slightly broke and before you knew it, scaramouche had already wrapped his arms around your waist, as if he was actually scared you'd leave him behind, haltering your attempt to break free from his hold.

"i told you i can't stay all day kuni."

still unsure of the words he had just heard, scaramouche tilted his head in both confusion and doubt, raising his brow to show the visible puzzlement caused by you.

"are you playing stupid with me again? it's still too early to go home."

ah yes, you figured, it's that time again, even though he wouldn't necessarily admit it to you, and if he did, he'd flip the narrative a tiny bit just to not make a fool out of himself.

scaramouche was a thoroughly clingy boyfriend, it cannot be denied, not with the way he was now melting you into his chest again.

tight, so very much tight you could certainly perceive his scent now, it was especially dominant around his neck.

to add to it, it was a floral aroma, but being held natural, not sweet, he absolutely despised anything sweet it made him sick to his stomach.

"you can just say you don't want me to go kuni, it's okay."

to be fair, he tried, but you couldn't help yourself and loved taunting the hell out of your boyfriend every now and then, more so when it was a slightly uncomfortable topic like that.

obviously you cherished the way he was with you, it didn't matter to you that kuni could become quite clingy either, if anything you were beyond flattered that he felt so comfortable with your presence that he needed you to stay.

"that's not what it is and you know it." slightly averting his eyes with a huffed out irritated sigh, he continued his sentence.

"i wanted to finish the story i told you but you had to cut me off."

his hands travelled on your back to playfully sway over the skin, finally meeting their proper place as he cupped your cheeks at last, drawing your head closer, "so keep your pretty eyes on me."

a fleeting kiss, just one, placed on your puckered out lips as he quickly made you rest your head on him again, not wasting anymore time.

"so where was i? oh, yeah, so the seventh harbinger has a terrible personality!"

— heizou

"would you still love me if i was a worm?"

no ifs or buts, heizou demanded a clear answer now, even the mighty detective from the tenryou commission yearned to be pampered and reassured by his s/o every once in a while.

maybe it was because of the obvious fact on how exceedingly tired from work he had gotten, or of the cosy warm way you had him tucked in your arms.

in each others embrace the world seemed to have stopped completely, pure and free, mind at peace without a single negative emotion crossing you.

some people were natural huggers and heizou perceived you as one of those, it felt as if you wrapped him in sheer love, like a sun leisurely warming up your skin on a sweet summer day.

"yes, i would." confidently stating said fact, he slightly tilted his eyes to meet yours in a sceptic expression, "you're lying."

without any question you dramatically let go off him, obviously teasing and messing with your boyfriend but the second you were attempting to do so, he had already clasped himself on your back, keeping you close.

"i would love you if you were a worm, i'd keep you in my pocket."

oh really now, you rolled your eyes and snickered at the unusual declaration as you slowly cradled your head back to allow heizou to properly hug you again.

"you're lying." confidently, you mocked his answer from before, savoring the feeling of contentment in your bones when he swayed himself closer.

"i would hug you all day, doesn't matter to me if you're slimy." you felt his body gradually press against your own and you obliged, laying yourself back into the bed, letting your muscles loosen up.

with a kiss on your forehead he welcomed you back, sometimes heizou wished to stay like this forever.

laying in bed all day while doing absolutely nothing sounded heavens made to your boyfriend.

"i‘d still love you if you were a worm heizou." - "you're still lying."

— itto

your boyfriend itto, or how he wants to be referred to, as arataki "the one and oni" itto was famous for his warm, bear hugs.

with his arms tightly cradling your body, itto swore there wasn't anything better, no other scenario could rival this momentary moment of peace. (maybe winning a beetle fight but hush)

"itto i really need to go now, i still have so much work to do."

he pouted at your words, more so did he not accept them in his mind.

without a sentence following, you lightly placed your hand onto his cheek to make it easier for you to kiss him before attempting to stand up.

"no wait!" obviously you knew how dramatic he could become whenever you had to take your leave, itto would leave nothing untouched, he'd put all of his might into the challenge of making you stay just a bit longer, so he can cuddle you a little bit more.

"i didn't tell you but, *cough*, i have again, *cough*, lost a part of me during a deadly fight."

narrowing your brows with light wrinkles making themselves visible on your forehead, you crossed your arms around your body, confused by what he meant, "what fight?"

in a single motion, itto dramatically dropped back on the mattress, his hand laid flat on his chest, right above his heart as he squealed out in pain, absolutely crushed.

"a beetle fight, please save me."

the silence was loud, truly and itto didn't open his eyes either, clearly he was waiting for a response from you.

his heart was at last, stabbed with the last inch of hope in him to make you stay as he peaked at you from squinting eyes, watching him flabbergasted.

"ormaybeiwantyoutostaylonger."

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[youremyheaven]

The 8h in Astrology💀🦇✨

(this can apply to both tropical and vedic placement of 8th house because regardless of the system employed, the energy felt and experienced is the same :-)

The 8h is perhaps the most mysterious house in astrology and is most commonly associated with sex, death and unexpected events. Its also related to one's longevity, wealth, debts, transformation etc

It is a very misunderstood house, so I thought I'd make a post analysing it and shedding light on its nature<3

8h is connected to finances, occult, revenge, taboos and fears.

Sex, death and transformation form the core of 8h (scorpio). These are very Scorpionic themes and we must understand why. I had already explained how sex and death are interrelated and kind of go hand in hand. Sex and death are similar in the sense that they both offer release from life; the former temporarily and the latter permanently 💀 and when there's talk of sex and death, there is bound to be talk of transformation because both of these are deeply transformative activities.

It is interesting that a water house, like the 8h rules over sex because water is an element that absorbs things quickly. Sex can be best understood as a transfer of energy between two people; this is why sometimes with certain people, sex can feel very draining and post-coitus, many people describe feeling melancholic. Water is the most emotional element because, unlike other elements, it's in the nature of water to merge itself, like rivers merging with the sea; union is essential because water by design flows from itself to eventually reach the ocean.

Each water sign expresses this emotional depth differently but it is at its height in Scorpio which is generally understood as a very "intense sign".

Scorpio is known for its highly sexual nature but it's very rare to see a Scorpio enjoy casual sex (unless they have other placements that encourage it). This is because they deeply crave emotional connection and emotional intimacy.

It is why it's advised to be selective about one's sexual partners; because sex can have a profound impact on one's spiritual energy and cannot be considered a purely physical activity. it's possible for one to be disconnected from their emotions but being intimate with someone is not an un-emotional act by nature since sex is ruled by the water sign of Scorpio/8h.

In French, an orgasm is called "le petit mort" or "little death" and its safe to say that sex & death are closely associated in many cultures.

there is a reason why sex, fears, trauma, taboos are all 8h topics. if you've ever come across someone who naturally exhibits a very potent, magnetic sexual energy and aura, 8/10 times they've lived very messed up lives or come from a home that was less than ideal. this is because sexuality is inherently dark and shadow-y; someone who has a very potent sexual aura can easily intimidate others; they're bound to have a very unsettling effect on others; this is because we unconsciously pick up on the fact that they've been through things we can't imagine. they project things we fear. historically sex symbols have always come from really abusive families, have terrible relationships with their father, usually had to bear their mother's emotional burdens, they've most likely had a string of bad relationships and likely suffered abuse. why is this? whatever we project on the outside is a reflection of what goes on within us.

There is a reason why most people say Old Hollywood actresses were so much more unique and better than the current lot. Not only did they have a distinct persona but they each reflected it energetically. True raw sexuality always points to darkness lurking underneath; this is what makes us curious about them, what draws us in and what makes their presence so intense; like they suck up the air around them.

Most celebs today are beautiful on the outside and possess every feature it takes to be "sexy" but they do not have sex appeal. They lack presence.

(I went off on a tangent lmao, anywayyyyys)

8h is connected to transformation. Birth and death are two of the most fundamentally transformative experiences, not just for the people undergoing it but also for everyone in their lives. In our lives, we also experience ego deaths and spiritual re-births, so we live and die many times before we actually die. Sex too is an activity that is supercharged with transformative potential. There is a reason why sex is performed ritualistically in many occult initiation ceremonies and why Tantra is so heavily associated with sex that it is practically only known as some kind of crazy yogic sex thing. Sex opens up an energetic channel, a doorway so to speak, that allows for new energy to be invited in. There is a reason why many creatives consider their partners to be their muses (although its not necessary for a muse to be their sexual partner; i will get into this in more depth in a future post).

the 8h is connected to unexpected events because by nature we cannot predict either birth or death. we can come up with a tentative time frame but it's not possible to conclusively say someone will die/be born at this specific time. 8h governs all matters that are unexpected; positive and negative. life can turn on a dime. you can go from rags to riches over night but you can also lose your empire in minutes. 8h transits bring about crazy transformative experiences and depending on your placements and aspects, create a lot of emotional turbulence as well.

I have noticed that many 8h natives tend to be heavy sleepers whereas 12h natives often struggle with insomnia.

8h is connected to both wealth/finances as well as debts. This comes down to the fact that the 8h is connected to transformation. Our resources/money is a significator of our karma (in spirituality karma means actions) and therefore they are always undergoing change. There are certain aspects of our life we cannot change (where we are born, who we are born to etc) but our finances are up to us to change and transform. Its interesting that the 8h is linked to loans, debts etc. and not just accumulating wealth. An afflicted 8h can show someone who has a lot of debts or an inability to keep hold of money.

8h is also related to what is kept hidden or secret and finances/debts are usually the things that people are extremely private about (so are other 8h activities like sex and death).

Wherever you have your 8h, you're probably better off keeping those matters very low-key and private because its easy to attract evil eye.

the reason 8h is also associated with revenge is because it represents our shadow side, its the 8th house from the 1st house of self/ego, so it represents what we keep hidden/our shadow. The reason why we feel so triggered by certain people is because they project our shadow (in the Jungian sense of the term). If we ever hate some people for no reason, there is a HIGH chance that our 8h placements are present in their chart.

8h synastry can create some of the most toxic relationships and lead to a lot of purging and projecting on to each other. This is never good for long term relationships.

This is also why 8h is connected to fears. Our fears are usually subconscious and hidden from others and even from our conscious selves. This is again why its also connected to taboos. The 8h essentially covers all that lies underneath the surface.

"A human being is a part of the whole, called by us “Universe”, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings as something separated from the rest — a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty. Nobody is able to achieve this completely, but the striving for such achievement is in itself a part of the liberation and a foundation for inner security."- Albert Einstein (Jyeshta Moon) 8h

its very common for 8h natives to feel trapped or stuck in their circumstances. being "caged in" is a very definitive 8h experience.

In Tibetan Buddhism, the concept of "Bardo" is present. It is the intermediate, transitional or liminal state between death and re-birth. This need not refer to literal death and re-birth of course.

The experience of Bardo is transcendental, allowing an individual to experience reality in the clearest way possible but it can also be terrifying. It is an opportunity for liberation but it can also prove to be dangerous as one experiences hallucinations based on their karma.

Bardo can be experienced during times when the usual way of life is interrupted, such as during the course of illness, during meditation etc. Such times can prove fruitful for spiritual progress because external constraints diminish. However, they can also present challenges because it can also make us impulsive.

8h transits can often feel this way and having 8h placements itself can feel this way; you're capable of immense spiritual depth but also of causing so much trouble and sometimes its impossible to separate the two.

8h natives could be heavy sleepers or struggle with insomnia (this is more 12h imo)

8h transits are often connected to death 💀 and the 8h placement can provide significant clues about one's lifespan, nature of death etc

“Whoever loves becomes humble. Those who love have , so to speak pawned a part of their narcissism.”― Sigmund Freud (Moon in 8h)

8h natives experience a riptide of emotions but are unable to channel it effectively. They are not the best at expressing how they feel verbally. The reason why Moon is debilitated in Scorpio is because these natives are unable to express how they feel and unable to receive energy in the same way as Cancerian natives (Moon rules Cancer) this is not due to any other reason but that these natives have such a vast reservoir of emotions and such depth that it's almost too much for them to process and grasp emotions in a nonchalant way.

“The most important things are the hardest to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them -- words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they're brought out. But it's more than that, isn't it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you've said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That's the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a teller but for want of an understanding ear.”― Stephen King (Jyeshta Moon/Moon in Scorpio)

8h in an earth sign could signify dying of old age, 8h aspecting neptune/uranus/pluto could signify unnatural death, 8h in fire signs could point to violence/accidents.

since the 8h is connected to the subconscious realm, its also linked to psychology, magic and secrets. magic involves tricking the mind into believing something is real when it's not, it's a very 8h activity.

the subconscious also stores our secrets which is why its connected to hate and revenge.

the natural ruling planet of 8h is Saturn and Saturn stands for discipline, justice, karma and time. in life we get what we give (this is also a sexual principle) and this explains the connection between 8h and sex, as well as 8h and saturn.

ultimately scorpio's waters represent that which we hide, be it desire, fear, traumas or taboos.

in vedic astrology, scorpio is exalted in ketu whereas rahu is exalted in taurus (the opposite sign of scorpio is taurus). the fact that ketu is the tail of the dragon with no physical form of its own and that its exalted in a water sign is very telling.

"Ketu signifies the spiritual process of the refinement of materialisation to the spirit and is considered both malefic and benefic, as it causes sorrow and loss, and yet simultaneously turns the individual to God. In other words, it causes material loss to force a more spiritual outlook in the person." (this is from wiki)

I would say Scorpio/8h can be described very similarly. experiencing loss is a big theme in the life of an 8h native. its very easy for 8h natives to give into drugs, other substances and live a very hardened life. its through experiencing loss and heartbreak that an 8h native can break through the cycle and seek spirituality because the 8h is innately connected to the spiritual realm.

these natives can veer between either extremes, i.e, they can be alcoholics/addicts, never experiencing true love/meaningful relationships but through pain, a divine channel opens up and many reform their ways for the better. because an evolved 8h native is capable of profoundly deep intimacy and are the most loyal and protective of companions/partners/friends.

its hard for these natives to find stability and most 8h natives are naturally guarded people, suspicious of others and their intentions which makes them true blue introverts.

🌹true romantics deep down, these natives desire love profoundly but feel unable to express it adequately. if your partner is an 8h native, they'll remember all your likes and dislikes, every little thing about you, pick up on your habits and preferences but they'll seldom verbally gas you up or be affectionate. they're more covert with their love.

being extremely mysterious, many 8h natives could have a not so good reputation. people perceive them in ways that are far removed from who they are. they could also have many secret admirers.

symbolised by the scorpion, a fiercely guarded creature that is intelligent, defensive, dangerous and ruthless to its enemies, 8h natives imbibe quite a few of these traits. they are so defensive because they feel like they have to protect themselves. being a water sign, they absorb things easily and this pollutes their energy.

they're the kindest people underneath it all<33

[lovelykhaleesiii]

Hi! Can I request a smut modern aemond comforting reader after a family tragedy and she ask him to help take the pain away by distracting her and he gives her comfort segs with lots of love because reader really needs it. Thank you!

Comfort Zone

PAIRING: Aemond Targaryen x fem!girlfriend!Reader [Modern AU]

WORDS: 1,175.

WARNINGS: mentions of death/grief, fluffy!Aemond, Daddy kink, female oral receiving, p in v sexual intercourse, swearing, cum play.

A/N - because I'm delving into my Aemond era again, this was a request I couldn't resist!

Death was an intriguing aspect of life. Not a foreign topic, however scarcely brought about in day to day conversation. It was taboo for most people, until faced with.

You had lost your beloved great aunt tragically. An inevitable loss, yet no less profound. She was dear to you, her existence was significant in your life, throughout your childhood to the grown woman you had become now.

Mayhaps, death had ended her own suffering, yet brought about your very own. You wept for her, mourned for her, and grieved with others family and strangers alike that knew of her. Days since the funeral, one constant remained at your sorrowful side, the warmth and relentless comfort of your boyfriend, Aemond. He refused to leave you alone, knowing how remarkable her loss was for you.

Whatever you desired and needed, he would summon in a heartbeat for you. Nonetheless, despite the circumstances, you had grown even more intimate with one another...

“Baby, what's the matter? You've been quiet since I've come..."

It was true: normally you would be a bit more upbeat basking in Aemond's comforting presence. You had no doubt that eventually time would heal your loss. Although, you knew some days would be easier than others, and today proved that. Running some mundane errands, you had come across something that ignited a core memory, a happy one of that, and yet you felt only for a fleeting second, a happiness, before the anguish struct you instantly, catching you off guard, you felt vulnerable and exposed to the elements. Rushing home, you immediately called for Aemond to come and see you, to watch a movie or anything to distract your mind. Without question, Aemond arrived a few solid minutes later, pulling up to your gravel driveway, with a bag full of your favourite snacks and goodies, he knew you would appreciate.

"N-Nothing, babe. I-I just saw something that reminded me of her-"

You had both been laying cosily, snugged together in the warm softness of your bed. Aemond kept an arm tightly wrapped around you, thinking all the distance had been spared, he somehow managed to tug you in closer against him. His other hand, softly brushing aside your loose strands of hair.

“Oh, baby—”

“It’s okay, Aem, really—”

“No, no it’s not. From the moment I came in, I knew you weren’t yourself. Tell me, what can I do.”

Your intrusive thoughts rocked backwards and forwards trying to decide whether the truth was fitting or not. Somewhat ashamed of what you truly desired.

"I-If I'm being honest, Aem... I just need a distraction. I don't want to feel this feeling anymore, I hate it. I-I just wanna feel good again."

The momentary, tense silence that filled the room had ceased, as Aemond nodded to your honest words, merely responding to no coherent sounds other than a "hmm."

Just as you were about to resume the film, adjusting your position to something more comfortable, Aemond swiftly intercepted your movements, lifting you and pinning you down against the plush mattress. His body leaning over your own, the sudden exchange had caught you off-guard yet you did not question him. By the unapologetic look in his hungry eyes, you knew precisely that he understood your needs.

"I think I can make you feel good again, baby. If you'll let me, hmm?"

You spared no exhaustion contemplating an answer, as you rapidly nod in agreement, encouraging his motives.

Guiding himself down, you found yourself in a compromising position: as your bright boyfriend, occupied himself intently, slowly pulling your panties down below, skirt lifted up, as he exposed your eager cunt face to face with his curved smile.

"Angel wants to feel good again, Daddy can make that happen. Daddy only wants what's best for his angel."

Like an ignorant pup, your obedient nods fall flat as your head rests back against the comforting bed, bucking your hips forward, your throbbing folds collide with Aemond's keen, moist lips. His long, ravenous tongue prying you open, as he nestles his head against your cunt, burying his face between.

His mouth suckles on your wetness, guzzling at your velvet folds, with his tongue lapping at your tingling bud. Your helpless moans begin to fill the vicinity of the room, as your hands find themselves tightly gripping and pulling at his strands of hair.

"Gentle, baby, gentle- So eager for me, huh? Angel's been craving for this for a while, my poor baby."

"Mhmm-Y-Yes-"

His occasional bursts to utter filth were not sparing enough in seconds to regain some sense. Your mind flutters back and forth from worldly consciousness, to sheer mindless ecstasy.

"Yes, what, angel? Don't you dare think you can forget your manners, now."

"Y-Yes, Daddy."

He had resumed long enough without uttering a word more, enough to have your folds slicked with your wetness, his mouth completely coated in your glistening mess. By the way he desperately wiped at his mouth, licking your ooze off his fingers, he was enamoured by your taste, like a man devouring his last meal, before removing his clothes with ease.

"On Daddy's lap, angel. Spread your legs for me- That's it, good girl-"

Softly tapping at your thigh, one hand snaked around your flesh, as his palm met with your ass cheek: the other preoccupied with guiding your hips down, planting his aching, hard cock deep inside of you. Your walls clenched tightly around him, engulfing his long length, feeling his tip thrusting viciously against your clit. Engulfing his mass, you swore you could feel the vibrations between your dull throbs in sync with his pulsating cock, sending electric chills down your naked spine.

His warm, blush lips remained latched to your soft skin, as he firmly suckled on the meat of your tit, his teeth nibbling gently against your flesh.

"D-Daddy makes me f-feel s-so good. W-What would I d-do without you?" Your stuttering words echoed closely against his ear, your nails digging and clawing into the pale skin of his lean shoulders and muscular back. You caught a fleeting glimpse of the reddened nail marks etching against his fair skin, before your eyes shut close with lust.

"Angel gets what she deserves- umghf- Been such a good fucking girl, taking care of everyone, but who's taking care of you?"

His muscular chest heaving with every breathless word uttered from his defined lips. Your sweat beaded body bobbing up and down, pressed closely against his own, you had never felt as intimate with him until now.

"D-Daddy takes care of m-me."

"That's right, s-so fucking right-"

For a few, endless nights it seemed and felt like, Aemond remained lovingly by your side. Whatever you desired and needed, he was at your beck and call. His company provided a distraction, although it eased the pain of your loss eventually. The hardship you endured, he endured with you, cementing your love towards one another. He was your comfort zone, however dire the situation may be, you knew you could endure anything, with him by your side.

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[crooked-wasteland]

Vivienne Medrano started her writing career on a comic by the name Zoophobia. A comic that lacked any sense of story whatsoever. While she would argue with comments about the lack of purpose by saying the story was Slice of Life, it was a forewarning of her future to come.

The story started with a concept of overcoming prejudice, but was quickly washed over with a bombardment of a large ensamble cast at the very start before introducing a whole separate but attached world that spun off into Hazbin Hotel. At no point actually finding a reason to care about the original premise of a prejudicial school counselor overcoming those qualities to help those around them that were substantially different from them.

Rather, Medrano has perpetuated the misnomer that Slice of Life is the same as storyless. And that's the greatest misunderstanding of a genre that can be achieved. Slice of Life being deemed meaningless time wasting as you look into the dull happenings of someone else's benign problems is a childish perspective.

Slice of life is the cornerstone of coming of age narratives like Grave of the Fireflies. For young adults, a slice of life mature story about what it means to grow up, or inner child healing, or how to move on would be a niche that could shape a generation for the better. Especially in our Era of the internet where most of us have spent more time learning socialization online.

Where people are stripped of their humanity and nuance, and tone is read into lettering on the cold blue light of a screen in the dark. Unless this little pixelated square and string of text makes me feel important by either agreeing with me and thus making me feel worth through their "support" for my beliefs or flatter me and validating my existence before disagreeing with my points, they are the villain of the second.

And especially being a show released at the height of a world trapped in quarantine, where all our sense of community and humanity came through a screen, Helluva Boss seemed to want to be a dark comedy that tackled the topics of damaged inner-children, relationship and abandonment trauma, self worth and moving on from past mistakes, and the complicated minefield of grey morality.

This is not mere conjecture either. Medrano has an outspoken love for shows like Bojack Horseman but lacks the understanding of why this absurd vision of slice of life was so emotionally and mentally profound to an entire generation of young adults. Medrano herself has liked sycophantic tweets comparing Helluva Boss to Bojack Horseman and subtly props herself on these pedestals alongside her idols despite not deserving of the comparison.

Blitz is the show titular Boss of the series and is very obviously a concept inspired by Bojack directly. Both Bojack and Blitz are performing artists, but while Bojack was immensely successful, Blitz was not.

Bojack's history is that of two abusive parents who had no love to spare for him. Instead, his only worth came in the form of performing. It was the only time he felt any ounce of love from his cruel mother, Beatrice, who used him as a means to elevate herself socially while simultaneously feeling any form of worth through the validation of strangers. Bojack is aware his mother was not a great parent, but he has a damaged inner child still desperate to get her approval and affection. Even though he genuinely hates her, he has a lingering empty maw within himself that begs for her love. Bojack suffers from a fear of loss.

When Sarah Lynn drinks his alcohol, he throws the hair dressed under the train to save himself. Despite his honesty having a high chance of being seen as the accident it was and excuses being made for him, Bojack was too insecure to recognize his protection through his popularity. He grew up with a mother who was the definition of conditional, and any small or large mistake could be the catalyst that took everything he had worked and waited for away.

Bojack's sabotaging of Todd also showsbthis fear of loss more blatantly. However, it lacks the understanding as to why Bojack would want to keep Todd near while also chronically putting him down. This is where the lack of understanding best shows between what Medrano thinks is happening and reality.

Blitz begins his story much the same way as Bojack. Instead of a slave driving mother profiting off her son, it's Cash Buckzo, Blitz's father and owner of a circus, who slave drives his children to perform. Blitz loves performing but is not deemed talented enough to be valuable. He has an implied sick, unseen mother who is treated as his motivation for complying with his father.

Medrano doesn't seem to realize that an external motivation lacks the emotional depth needed to have an audience empathize with the character. This is a repeated issue in every character.

Blitz isn't seeking a parent's approval but is instead held hostage by the desire to help someone else, and to do that must be submissive to an authority who has no care for him.

Stolas isn't at war with himself over cheating on his wife due to the fact that he is a gay man in an arranged straight relationship but instead is a victim in his own life. He is told what to do and how to do it by every other person in his life and doesn't have an internal sense of responsibility that he is contending with. He has no needs vs. wants. Instead, his wants are universal. To be loved is a base desire, and Medrano puts no effort into expanding on what that means for her character. Instead, utilizing the natural inclination in her audience to pretend there is depth in Stolas' conflict.

Loona is similarly a victim. She and Stolas are not fighting their own emotions, but the bullies contrived in the plot for them to confront. Her fault isn't her own insecurity that she must overcome. Rather, it is the fault of every other character for not coddling her insecurities due to her having a sad history. Actively fighting against the notion that people should ultimately be responsible for themselves.

This gives the impression of someone who believes a sympathetic past must justify one's behavior in the present. It's a blatant misreading of the idea that everyone has their own storm to navigate. The idea behind that saying is that you should be kind despite what you are going through because it is easy to believe you win the bad day Olympics when you're in the middle of it, not because someone else may be going or has gone through something worse.

Wrapping around, the Todd and Bojack relationship is a clear parallel to the Moxxie and Blitz relationship. But while Medrano uses the line "I'm hard on you because you can do better" as to why Blitz is a chronic asshole to his "friend", the writers of Bojack are not at all interested in justifying abuse. The reason Bojack ruined Todd's chance to leave can be seen as sympathetic because he is afraid of being alone and the loss that comes with that. But he isn't cruel or rude to Todd to make him better, rather it is the systematic disintegration of Todd's sense of ability and self worth to keep him codependent to Bojck and less likely to leave. It is only when Todd is away from Bojack that he actually comes into his true potential. The support of those around him telling him how badly Bojack treats him and instilling confidence in Todd to try things once again ultimately results in him escaping Bojack. It is a slow process for Todd to leave. He doesn't just walk away like it feels in the episode. Rather, he has spent seasons slowly becoming more and more distant from Bojack with new relationships and hobbies, even as Bojack tries to brow beat and insult him into complacency.

Instead, Medrano thinks things just happen from large, grand gestures and emotional beats. That a sad past is a free ticket to being an awful person who is accountable to no one. Much like the villain of Bojack Horseman.

[dc-and-arfrona]

First Glance - Batboys Headcannons

BatBoys! x GN!Reader

Type: Fluff

Word Count: 2.4k+

Masterlist

Summary: What was it like at first glance?

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Batman / Bruce Wayne

Bruce Wayne stood at the edge of the ballroom, his presence masked behind a facade of confidence and charm as they surveyed the guests mingling beneath the dazzling chandeliers. Another night in Gotham City, another charity gala to attend. The dark shadows of their past lingered in the depths of their eyes, hidden from the world, but ever-present.

As they took another sip of champagne, their attention was abruptly drawn to a figure entering the room. Y/N had just arrived, and an inexplicable magnetic force seemed to pull Bruce's gaze toward them. The room faded away, the noise of chatter and laughter melting into the background, leaving only Y/N in their sight.

Y/N exuded an air of elegance and grace that was unmistakable, their every movement commanding attention. They were dressed in a stunning evening gown that accentuated their natural beauty without being ostentatious, and Bruce found themselves mesmerized by their understated allure.

For a moment, they almost forgot their identity as the billionaire playboy Bruce Wayne and the dark vigilante Batman. In that instant, they were merely a person captivated by another person who stirred emotions they had long thought buried deep within them.

Bruce felt a tug at their heart, an unfamiliar sensation that made them feel vulnerable and exposed. Their life had been one of secrecy and isolation, driven by a solemn mission to protect Gotham from the darkness that had claimed their parents. Yet, here was Y/N, unknowingly threatening to breach the fortress around their heart.

As Y/N moved gracefully through the crowd, Bruce found themselves unconsciously stepping forward, drawn to them like a moth to a flame. They wanted to know more about Y/N, to understand what lay beneath that composed exterior, and why they had this unexpected effect on them.

As luck would have it, fate intervened, bringing them together in the most unassuming manner. They found themselves side by side at a charity auction, both bidding on the same piece of artwork. The tension was palpable, but Bruce sensed an unspoken connection between them.

They decided to take a risk, abandoning Bruce's usual playboy charm, and engaged Y/N in genuine conversation. They talked about the art, the charity event, and as the night progressed, they touched on deeper topics that revealed their shared values and beliefs.

Bruce discovered that Y/N was not just another socialite or guest at the event. They were driven by a desire to make a difference in Gotham, just as they were. Underneath their poised exterior, Bruce saw a passion that matched their own for justice and redemption.

In that moment, Bruce felt a glimmer of hope. They realized that maybe, just maybe, they didn't have to walk this dark path alone. Perhaps Y/N could be a beacon of light in their life, a counterbalance to the shadows that threatened to consume them.

As the night wore on, Bruce found themselves unable to tear their gaze away from Y/N. They were both exhilarated and unnerved by the emotions Y/N stirred within them. The walls they had built around themselves were cracking, and they didn't know whether to welcome the change or retreat into their familiar solitude.

By the time the gala came to an end, Bruce Wayne knew that their life had been irrevocably altered. Y/N had entered their world like a shooting star, and they couldn't shake the feeling that Y/N was meant to be there.

Little did they know that this enigmatic encounter would be the catalyst for a profound transformation, one that would forever change both Bruce Wayne and Batman. The road ahead was uncertain, but for the first time in a long while, Bruce dared to hope that they might find solace and companionship in the presence of Y/N.

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Nightwing / Dick Grayson

Nightwing, also known as Dick Grayson, glided across the rooftops of Gotham City, the night air swirling around him like a familiar embrace. The city below was bustling with the usual chaos and crime, and he was on patrol, keeping a watchful eye on the dark corners where danger lurked.

As he leaped from one building to another, a soft sound caught his attention. A rustle in the shadows that seemed out of place amidst the usual background noise. Nightwing's instincts kicked in, and he moved silently toward the source of the disturbance.

There, in the dimly lit alleyway, he saw them. Y/N, a figure shrouded in mystery, was standing their ground against a group of muggers who were closing in on them. Y/N's face was obscured by the hood of their jacket, but Nightwing could sense the determination radiating from them.

He watched as Y/N deftly dodged a swing from one of the attackers, moving with an agility that suggested they were no ordinary civilian. In the dim light, Nightwing caught glimpses of their swift and calculated movements. They were holding their own, a skilled fighter in their own right.

Intrigued and impressed, Nightwing hesitated for a moment, debating whether to intervene or allow Y/N to handle the situation on their own. But his training and sense of responsibility won over, and he decided to step in, leaping into the alley with a graceful somersault.

"Need a hand?" Nightwing's voice was firm, offering assistance while simultaneously letting Y/N know he was there as an ally.

Y/N turned to face him, and even in the darkness, Nightwing could feel their surprise. He noticed the way their eyes flickered with recognition, though they said nothing. There was a momentary pause as the muggers sized up the new threat that had appeared before them.

With Nightwing's arrival, the odds tipped drastically in their favor. Together, they fought seamlessly, each anticipating the other's moves as if they had trained together for years. It was as if they were two halves of the same whole, united by an unspoken understanding of each other's abilities.

As the last mugger slumped to the ground, defeated and disarmed, Y/N turned to Nightwing. Their eyes met, and a silent communication passed between them, acknowledging the unspoken connection forged during the heat of battle.

"Thanks for the help," Y/N finally said, their voice carrying a hint of gratitude.

Nightwing nodded, his admiration for Y/N growing with each passing moment. "You held your own pretty well back there. Ever consider joining the fight against crime in Gotham?"

Y/N smirked, the corner of their lips curling up slightly. "Maybe I already am," they replied enigmatically.

Nightwing was intrigued by Y/N's response, a sense of curiosity building within him. He knew there was more to this mysterious figure than met the eye, and he couldn't help but wonder what secrets they held.

As the night continued, Nightwing and Y/N found themselves working together more frequently. Their paths seemed destined to cross, and each time they fought side by side, their partnership grew stronger.

In Y/N, Nightwing found a kindred spirit—a fellow guardian of the night, dedicated to protecting the innocent and upholding justice. And in Nightwing, Y/N discovered a trusted ally who could match their skill and determination.

As they continued to patrol the city together, their bond deepened, and they forged a partnership that would become legendary in Gotham City—a duo that struck fear into the hearts of criminals and brought hope to those in need.

Little did they know that this chance encounter in the shadows would mark the beginning of a partnership that would stand the test of time, with Nightwing and Y/N becoming an unstoppable force for good in Gotham's ever-encroaching darkness.

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Red Hood / Jason Todd

The neon lights of Gotham's infamous nightlife illuminated the streets as Jason Todd and Roy Harper, also known as Arsenal, found themselves at a bar. After a particularly grueling night of crime-fighting, they needed to unwind and let off some steam. Laughter and the clinking of glasses filled the air as they navigated the crowded establishment.

In a corner of the bar, amidst the lively atmosphere, Y/N sat alone, nursing a drink and observing the bustling crowd. They exuded an air of mystery, their eyes scanning the room with a mix of curiosity and caution. Y/N seemed to blend into the background, but something about their demeanor caught Jason's attention.

With a nudge from Roy, Jason's gaze shifted to where Y/N sat, and his curiosity was piqued. There was something captivating about the way they seemed detached yet aware of their surroundings, as if they were silently assessing everyone they laid eyes on.

"Hey, check out the lone wolf over there," Roy remarked, his voice laced with mischief.

Jason smirked, intrigued by the challenge of approaching someone who appeared so enigmatic. "Let's go say hello," he suggested, sliding off his barstool.

As they made their way toward Y/N, Jason couldn't shake the feeling that he'd seen them somewhere before, but he couldn't place where. Nevertheless, his instincts told him that this meeting was far from ordinary.

"Mind if we join you?" Jason asked, his voice casual yet tinged with genuine interest.

Y/N glanced up, their eyes meeting Jason's, and there was a flicker of recognition in their gaze. "Sure," they replied, a hint of a smile gracing their lips.

Roy took the seat next to Y/N, and the three of them fell into easy conversation, discussing everything from their lives as vigilantes to mundane everyday topics. Despite the contrasting worlds they came from, there was an undeniable chemistry that sparked between Jason and Y/N.

As the night wore on, the bar's atmosphere grew livelier, and the trio found themselves laughing and sharing stories as if they were old friends reunited after years apart. Jason was drawn to Y/N's mysterious aura, and the more they talked, the more he wanted to unravel the enigma that surrounded them.

In Y/N, Jason found someone who mirrored his own turbulent past—a past that involved pain, loss, and a relentless pursuit of justice. He sensed that Y/N was no stranger to darkness, yet their strength and resilience resonated deeply with him.

As the clock struck midnight, Roy excused himself to hit the dance floor, leaving Jason and Y/N alone for a moment. The air between them crackled with unspoken emotions, and Jason felt an unexplainable pull toward Y/N.

"I feel like we've met before," Jason admitted, breaking the silence.

Y/N's gaze softened, and they nodded. "We have," they confessed. "A long time ago."

Jason's mind raced, trying to recall where he could have possibly crossed paths with Y/N before. But before he could press for more details, Y/N touched his hand gently, the contact sending a jolt through him.

"Some memories are best left in the past," Y/N said cryptically, a glimmer of sadness in their eyes.

Respecting their boundaries, Jason didn't press further. Instead, he allowed himself to be drawn into the present moment, savoring the connection he felt with Y/N.

From that night on, Jason and Y/N's paths intertwined in unexpected ways. They became inseparable, understanding each other's demons and finding solace in one another's company. Their bond grew stronger with each passing night, and together, they discovered that sometimes, healing and redemption could be found in the most unlikely places—like a chance meeting in a crowded bar in Gotham City.

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Red Robin / Tim Drake

Tim Drake, also known as Red Robin, had always been a dedicated student, excelling in academics with a keen mind that was always hungry for knowledge. He attended Gotham Academy, where he sought refuge from his life as a vigilante and relished the chance to be just a normal teenager.

One ordinary school day, as Tim was engrossed in his studies during lunch break, he noticed a new student sitting alone at a nearby table. Y/N had just transferred to Gotham Academy, and they looked a little lost amid the bustling crowd.

Curiosity getting the better of him, Tim decided to approach Y/N. He walked over with a friendly smile, hoping to make them feel more at ease in their new environment.

"Hey, I'm Tim Drake," he introduced himself, extending a hand in greeting.

Y/N looked up, their eyes meeting Tim's, and a warm smile graced their lips. "Hi, I'm Y/N," they replied, shaking his hand.

From that moment, a friendship blossomed between Tim and Y/N. They spent their lunch breaks together, sharing stories about their interests, hobbies, and aspirations. Tim discovered that Y/N had a creative flair and a unique perspective on the world that intrigued him.

As the days turned into weeks, Tim found himself looking forward to seeing Y/N at school. Their presence brought a lightness to his otherwise serious life as a vigilante. With Y/N, he could temporarily forget the weight of his responsibilities and enjoy the simple joys of being a teenager.

In turn, Y/N appreciated Tim's intelligence, kindness, and unwavering support. Tim was always there for them, offering a listening ear and thoughtful advice. They felt understood and valued, something they hadn't experienced with many others.

In their time together, Tim and Y/N explored the city, taking advantage of Gotham's eclectic cultural scene. From museums to street art, they embraced the beauty and diversity the city had to offer, deepening their connection.

As they grew closer, Tim began to trust Y/N with the secret he had been carrying—the identity of Red Robin. He confided in them about his nighttime escapades as the masked vigilante, something he had never shared with anyone outside the Bat-family.

Y/N listened attentively, respecting Tim's trust, and they admired his bravery and dedication to making Gotham a safer place. They didn't judge him for his double life; instead, they became a pillar of support, someone Tim could lean on when the burden of being Red Robin became too heavy.

The more time they spent together, the more Tim realized that Y/N had become an integral part of his life. They had seen each other through both challenging and joyful moments, and their bond had grown deeper than either of them had expected.

Through Y/N, Tim discovered a sense of peace and acceptance he had never known before. They became the anchor that kept him grounded in the chaos of his dual life, reminding him that he was not alone in his struggles.

In Y/N's presence, Tim found solace and a rare sense of belonging. And in Y/N's eyes, he saw a reflection of his own strength and resilience. Together, they navigated the challenges of adolescence, school, and superheroics, knowing that they had each other's backs.

Their love story may have started at a school lunch table, but it would continue to grow and flourish, a testament to the power of finding someone who truly understands and complements you. And so, in the bustling halls of Gotham Academy, Tim Drake and Y/N found not just friendship but a love that would stand the test of time.

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Robin / Damian Wayne 

The moon hung high in the Gotham City sky, casting an eerie glow over the dark alleyway where Y/N found themselves trapped. They had been going about their usual business, unaware of the danger lurking in the shadows.

Unbeknownst to Y/N, a sinister figure known as the Black Serpent had set a trap, targeting innocent civilians to lure out Batman and his allies. As the villain's henchmen surrounded Y/N, their heart pounded with fear, realizing they had stumbled into something far more dangerous than they could handle alone.

Just as the situation seemed hopeless, a flash of movement and a gust of wind announced the arrival of a new player. Damian Wayne, the fierce and enigmatic Robin, descended from the rooftops with grace and determination.

Without hesitation, Damian engaged the thugs, taking them down one by one with calculated precision. His combat skills were unmatched, and he moved with the efficiency of a well-trained warrior. Y/N watched in awe, grateful for the unexpected rescue.

Once the last thug had been defeated, Damian turned his attention to Y/N, his eyes filled with a mix of concern and curiosity. "Are you alright?" he asked, his voice surprisingly soft for someone known for his stern demeanor.

Y/N nodded, trying to steady their breath. "Thanks to you, I am," they replied, still in awe of the young hero standing before them.

As Damian stepped closer, Y/N took in his appearance—the striking green eyes, the determined set of his jaw, and the unmistakable symbol emblazoned on his chest. He was Robin, the formidable ally of Batman.

"Do you need any further assistance?" Damian inquired, his tone businesslike but tinged with genuine concern.

Y/N hesitated, considering the offer, but ultimately shook their head. "I should be fine now, thanks to you."

With a nod, Damian turned to leave, but something about Y/N's presence made him pause. He wasn't accustomed to interacting with civilians, but there was something about them that intrigued him, a spark of bravery and resilience that reminded him of his own journey to become Robin.

"If you ever find yourself in danger again," Damian said, his voice firm but sincere, "don't hesitate to call for help."

Y/N smiled, touched by the unexpected kindness of the young hero. "I'll keep that in mind, Robin," they replied.

As Damian vanished into the night, Y/N couldn't shake the encounter from their mind. They felt a strange connection to the aloof hero, and a part of them hoped they would meet again.

In the days that followed, Y/N found themselves keeping a closer eye on Gotham's news, searching for any sign of the mysterious Robin. They wondered if he would remember them or if their brief encounter was just a fleeting moment in his life as a crime-fighting vigilante.

Little did they know that their paths were destined to cross once more. As fate would have it, Y/N's life would become intertwined with Damian Wayne's in ways they could never have imagined, as they both learned that sometimes, the unlikeliest of encounters could lead to the most extraordinary connections.

[sebsxphia]

ptolemaea. | the blood of christ.

preacher!rhett abbott x reader.

￫ description: rhett suggests a solution that could soothe your cramps from your period.

￫ word count: 2K.

￫ c/w: heavy and dark religious themes, p in v, sex, mentions of periods, reader is on their period, fingering, kissing, swearing, corruption and innocence kink and daddy kink.

￫ a/n: this part of ‘ptolemaea. | the verses.’ but it can be read alone! it came to light after i made this post here. my main masterlist can be read here! 💌

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Rhett opened the front door of your Motel room with a creak to see your frame curled up on the bed. Your arms were wrapped tightly around yourself and you let out a muffled groan into the duvet, your body withering.

“You okay, sweet lamb?” He came round the side of the bed and you felt the weight of the mattress dip as he sat beside you, feeling his hand running soothingly up and down your arm.

“M’ on my period. Came just as you left.” You mumbled in defeat into the duvet. Your body was too exhausted to even lift your neck to look at him. Rhett cooed softly as your body shuddered again. Another cramp hit you and an even louder, more frustrated groan, sunk deep into the mattress.

Rhett offered what he could to help, but the cruel reality was that you didn’t have anything with you right now expect pads and tampons. You were in the middle of no where and the local gas station was an hours drive away. He ran his hand over the swell of your ass in your curled position and rested it on your bare thigh. He dipped his fingers ever so slightly in between where they pressed together and he squeezed gently.

“Let your Preacher help you.” Rhett offered, and you finally brought your head up to look at him, with your eyebrows furrowed together in confusion. Doubtless of your expression, he continued. “Sex can help the pain you’re sufferin’ from.”

You sat up against the headboard with your knees tucked tightly into your chest.

“B— but, Rhett, I’m on my period.” You blinked at him. You were wildly unsure as to what he could possibly be suggesting here that would make this work. “There’ll be blood ‘nd stuff. It’ll get messy.” Your fingers played with each other as they rested on your knees, with you awkwardly avoiding eye contact for such a lewd topic of conversation.

“And? Why do you think we drink wine each communion? To bathe in the blood of Christ.”

You hummed in response to Rhett’s profound words and cocked your head to the side. You would never question your Preacher’s words. He had the word of God and he was always, right.

Rhett slinked his hand down to cup your covered cunt. His gaze softened momentarily. “And, I wan’ help soothe your aching womb.” He applied a deep pressure to your clit with the heel of his palm and a soft, barely audible, moan escaped your lips, your eyes fluttering shut. There was no denying that the momentary pleasure jolted through you and calmed the torrent of pain residing in your lower stomach.

You weighed out your options. The only doubt in your mind being that you had never touched yourself on your period, let alone had sex. You were simply told by your Mother that you couldn’t.

Rhett noticed the doubt registering behind your eyes and he pushed down again, firmly to your clit, and another, now louder moan, slipped passed your lips.

“Feels s’ good, Rhett.”

“It would honour me and the Lord if I got to bathe in the blood of Christ, through my pretty little cunt.”

You wasted no time in pressing your lips to Rhett’s and let him keenly rub the heel of his palm against your now aching, clit. Through the thick pad and material of your underwear, it provided a pressure, yet none at all at the same time. It was painfully dizzying. Your clothes were both shed in a flurry, your lips barely pulling apart from each other, only to gulp down air. Rhett pinched lightly at your nipples, knowing how sensitive they would be. It only heightened your ever growing arousal and you let out a breathy moan.

“Need you, Rhett, please.”

His large and calloused hands skimmed down to the hem of your underwear and paused.

“Hold on,” He mutterd against your lip, lightly biting down on your bottom lip as he parted. You whined out at the loss of touch from your Preacher and he chuckled quietly. “Patience, sweet thing. Let me take care of you.” Rhett disappeared to the bathroom and came back with two towels in hand.

“They’ll stain, Rhett!”

Your protests fell on silent ears and Rhett could only respond with a small smirk, pinching at the corners of his mouth.

“I’ll cover it. Don’t worry.”

No doubt with the money he stole from the Church.

He laid them out and you shuffled on top of them. You let your head fall to the scratchy Motel pillow and Rhett covered your body with his, hovering above you. His hands resumed their previous ministrations of cup and tweaking at your breasts with his mouth attached back to yours. His tongue dipped inside to run along your bottom lip and taste you, letting a groan get caught between you both at how sweet you were for him. You felt his hand trail down the soft flesh over your stomach and pull around the hem of your underwear.

“Y’ sure you want to do this, my sweet lamb? We can stop now, or ‘nytime.”

“M’ sure, Rhett. Need you s’ bad.”

“Needy, sweet thing.” Rhett mused back at you with featherlight kisses trailed over your jawline.

He sat back on his haunches and you noticed the prominent outline of his cock straining against his black underwear. You whined again at the loss of Rhett, but he wanted to do this properly. He came to understand how vulnerable this had you feeling. You were his responsibility since he took you out West and he wanted to treat you with the love and care that you deserved. Why, Rhett believed that God took extra time when creating you, and he should treat you as such. As though you were made of precious porcelain.

He peeled back your underwear inch by inch. The flow of cool air from the rattling air conditioning unit hit your bare cunt and it clenched around nothing, shortly followed by heat rising in your cheeks at the sudden embarrassment of Rhett seeing your pad in this state. He continued to hook your underwear off your legs with not a flash of grimace across his face. He was completely neutral as he peeled off your pad and threw it in the bin. His heavy gaze came back to you and he let out a guttural groan.

“Oh, darlin’. Fuck—”

His index finger gently traced around your lips before pressing to your sensitive bundle of nerves. You cried out at his final touch, no longer obstructed and you bucked your hips to follow him.

“—you’ve never looked more beautiful for me, my sweet lamb.”

You didn’t think your cheeks could get a darker shade of red at this point.

“You have nothin’ to hide. It’s me ‘nd you here. The Lord isn’t privy to such a beautiful sight.”

You tugged down on Rhett’s shoulders to pull him into another heated kiss. His sweet praises, mixed with the driving force of hormones flowing through you, went straight to your head and you couldn’t hold on any longer. Rhett made quick work of removing his boxers and giving his cock a few fistfuls before you felt his tip catch against your clit, earning another needy moan from yourself.

“May I, angel?”

“Pleas’, Daddy.” You mewled out in desperation, shifting your hips to try and catch his tip on your aching bundle again.

At the call of that name in particular and how your voice strained with desperation, Rhett understood how much you craved this. It was a name only ushered by yourself in moments of intensity. When your body craved nothing but his pin point accurate touch. When nothing could soothe the gnawing aches and pains in your body but him. Rhett was the medicine for your ailment.

He held back for not a moment longer and sunk into you. Your lips parted and a cry tore from your throat at feeling the stretch of his cock fill you up in a way you could never adjust to. Your walls were warm around him, warmer than he’d felt before. They hugged and drew him in closer with the crook of your heel digging into his back.

“Baby, baby, baby…” Rhett groaned with his head falling into the crook of your neck and inhaling your familiar scent. The feeling was all encompassing and all knowing to you both. “S’ fuckin’ tight, little lamb.”

“Daddy!” You whined. “Pleas’, move.”

At your instruction, Rhett swiftly moved his hips to meet yours, before pulling nearly all the way out. There was no need for the usual ferocious pacing of his hips. With every drawn out thrust, you squeezed at him tight and he knew he wouldn’t hold on for much longer. His tip ran over the sweet spot buried deep inside of you and with each thrust, you felt your cramps simmer away to nearly nothing. Your clit was throbbing by this point. It was desperate to feel some sort of friction, and once Rhett had developed a steady pace, his thumb pressed down. A string of pleasurable groans left your lips and in unison, Rhett responded with a quiet whimper. He could feel with each swipe of his thumb how your body was reacting to him. The heels of your feet dug in deeper to his flesh, to lock his hips in place with every thrust. Your fingertips were making outlines of crescent shapes on his toned shoulders.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop, pleas’, Daddy. M’ so close.”

“Me too, sweet lamb— oh, fuck.” A drawn out moan was swallowed whole as Rhett pressed his lips to yours, heat radiating off you both and eliciting the first beads of sweat. With your cramps now almost fully dissolved, all you could feel growing was your ever impending orgasm. It was the precision work of Rhett’s thumb rubbing calculated circles over your clit and his cock hitting you so deep, that each time it jolted a spark alight in your lower stomach and you felt yourself crashing closer.

“Yesyesyes—” Your thighs squeezed around Rhett tightly and your back arched off the towels to push yourself impossibly closer to Rhett as he worked you through the wave of your orgasm that overtook your body whole. Your walls were squeezing him so tight and milking him dry for all that he had, that he wasn’t far behind. He came with a shudder of his body and an elongated groan into your shoulder, followed by your name.

“That’s it, good girl. Shit, you did ‘s good for me.”

Your foreheads were stuck together with the glistening slick of sweat. Rhett pressed flurries of kisses along your jaw and underneath your earlobe, gently encouraging you as you caught your breath back. You grimaced when he eventually pulled his softening cock out. You could feel the string of multiple bodily fluids fall from your cunt, but Rhett shushed you softly and told you to wait there. He came back with a damp washcloth, lukewarm in temperature as to not enrage your cunt any further. He cleaned you up gently, stuck a new pad on a clean pair of underwear and dressed you in his tattered religious Youth Camp t-shirt.

More of Rhett’s praiseful kisses were placed to your forehead as you rested in his arms before he spoke up. “Y’ want food? Shower? Watch somethin’?” The beat up television in the corner of the Motel room hadn’t looked appealing at first, but there was something about mindless television to match with the relief your body currently felt, that didn’t seem too bad.

Something was eventually playing on the television, but you couldn’t remember what. The quiet hum of the television static, Rhett’s rhythmic breathing under your ear and the gentle swipe of his fingertips over your arms was lulling you. The agitating throb of your cramps were gone and your body felt as though it was sinking deep into the mattress. Your eyes were falling shut, but quickly blinking back to life as to continue to fixate on the screen.

Rhett took a look down at you fighting to stay awake and he pressed a tender kiss to your forehead. He tucked a stray strand of your hair away from your face and behind your ear.

“Sleep, little lamb. I’ll be here when y’ wake up, we can shower then. Jus’, rest.” Rhett’s voice was low, with his Southern drawl making a heavier appearance. It was the final push you needed to be completely pulled under.

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Animage January 2024 Issue ft. Kaku So Interview (translation below)

Publication: December 8, 2023 (between episodes 39-40)

"By any means necessary!"

Kaguragi Dybowski, lord of Toufu, the country of abundance, has the belief of, "We'll protect the country by any means necessary!"

Two years ago, as Gira and Racules Husty opposed each other, he cleverly used his words against the two of them. The king of N'Kosopa, Yanma Gast, accurately summed him up as, "Someone who's neither on one side or the other. However, he's trustworthy."

Kaguragi was just a simple farmer before ascending the throne, but 17 years ago, the death of Toufu's former lord, Iroki, was the turning point that changed him. Faced against Iroki, who was revived through the ability of Grodie, one of the Uchu Five Jesters, Kaguragi confronts her with the truth that she's been hiding in her heart. In order to protect Toufu's future, and hide the fact that Grodie mixed poison into Toufu's rice, Iroki plays the role of a villain who has monopolized the food supply, and attempts to entrust everything to Kaguragi. He is willing to get his hands dirty in order to protect his country and people. Kaguragi's way of being a lord was something he inherited from Iroki.

Kaguragi is once again determined to take the dirtiest road ahead. True to his words, while participating in the Royal Sentai's plan to recapture N'Kosopa, he cooperates with Racules, who has become a servant of the Uchu King. When Gira and Racules face each other again, who will Kaguragi lend his hand to?

-Kaguragi's humanity, brought out by his younger sister Suzume-

"King-Ohger has finally entered the fourth quarter (end of year broadcasts)"

Kaku: Wow, it all really happened so fast. When we were filming the pilot (episodes 1-5), it felt like a long time since I was nervous and unfamiliar with everything, but now, I enjoy the set so much that I think, "I don't want this to end" and, "I want to keep doing this for the rest of my life." The story is interesting, and I feel that I've been involved in a truly wonderful production. It was also good experience for me as an actor to play the same role for a year, and learn how to think about a character that's different from myself.

"Starting from the second chapter, there are more scenes where you interact with the other kings, but is there anything you consider to be important when expressing these relationships?"

Kaku: It was impressive that his relationship with Hymeno grew during the body swap episode, but even now, he doesn't have that many conversations with the other kings. I think there's more involvement with Racules. Still, I want to create a feeling that we're gradually getting closer, and that we acknowledge each other, rather than just being able to talk in a casual manner. Even now, the people of Toufu may still be the most important people for Kaguragi, but I think he's become the bigger man, someone who's concerned about the other countries and tries to protect the people living outside of Toufu. I'm mindful of such changes in Kaguragi.

"In the dialogue with Racules, who was mentioned earlier, the profound feeling that you wouldn't expect from Nichi Asa (Super Hero Time) became a hot topic."

Kaku: They're both planning something, and although they don't fully reveal their intentions, they're working together because they have mutual interests. His relationship with Racules is interesting to play, and it's alot of fun playing catch up with Yano-chan. As for Racules, there'll be more developments in the future that you can't afford to miss, so please continue to keep an eye on him.

"Other people who are closely related to Kaguragi include his younger sister Suzume and his retainer Kuroda. What do you keep in mind when interacting with them?"

Kaku: When in front of Suzume, I think it's his own fault that he can't help but show his true feelings of affection for his little sister. Kaguragi is surprised at how weirdly he's treated, and the feeling of being swayed by a younger sister who's different from Kaguragi's manipulative side I perform in a way that makes it look as funny as possible. Thanks to Suzume, I have the impression that Kaguragi's humanity has come out, and I feel very grateful for her character. As for Kuroda, when his name changed from "Kuroda-san" to "Kuroda" in episode 10, I asked Kanzaki Hajime-san, who plays Kuroda, "I wonder what the relationship is between the two of them." We've played our roles with the understanding that they've been friends for a long time, and when their pasts were revealed in episode 37, I thought, "So that's it."

"In the flashback scenes of episode 37, you played Kaguragi from the past."

Kaku: That's right. Because it was Kaguragi from before he became a backstabber, I was very careful about acting honestly. I actually wanted to lose some muscle for the role, but it was alittle too much to do in one or two weeks (laughs). For episode 37, the biggest surprise was the fact that Iroki was actually a good guy. In my mind, I imagined that Kaguragi was influenced by the people of Toufu and decided, "I have no choice but to do it myself" and killed Iroki. I didn't expect such a complicated backstory, so when I read the script, I was shocked. From the first movie in which Iroki appeared, the script's ability to draw out the words, "This was said there, so I can connect it this way" and bring them to a good Iroki was excellent.

"We think that Iroki reappearing in the first place was a surprise for many fans."

Kaku: I think it's really great that Iroki-san, or rather Hinagata Akiko-san has appeared again. I was nervous about us performing together, but it was alot of fun. I was fascinated by her range of acting, from the scary and bewitching Iroki, to the gentle and cute Iroki. I learned alot from her.

-Are Kaguragi's clothes incompatible with weapons?!-

"Please tell us about some of the most memorable interactions with Teramoto Shogo-san, who plays HachiOhger after the transformation."

Kaku: Even when he isn't playing HachiOhger, Tera-chan comes to the set to support me, so we often talk about Kaguragi and HachiOhger. Tera-chan is concerned about the height difference between us, so he tries to match my height by wearing platform boots. When I was worried that HachiOhger's fighting style didn't match Kaguragi's character, I said, "I like fighting styles that incorporate Japanese elements, so I want it to be performed like that." In episode 37, there was a scene where I consulted with Tera-chan about what kind of line delivery would be best. HachiOhger has some interesting movements. During the dubbing, I thought about whether I could do shouts that were different from the usual ones, such as "Un!" or "Hah!", so that viewers would pay attention to the action.

"In episodes 32 and 33, there were lengthy action scenes as Kaguragi, at that time, did you receive any advice from Teramoto-san?"

Kaku: Tera-chan came up with the idea for that sword fight! If I separate myself from HachiOhger's fighting style, I won't be able to maintain consistency, and I wanted to know how to make the action cool, so we had a close discussion about it. At first, I was worried and afraid that I might get hurt, so I couldn't attack my opponent or do a proper attack. However, Tera-chan taught me, "Your opponent's are also good at receiving attacks, so it's better to keep your arms fully extended," and I think that's how things turned out in the end.

"We remember being surprised when watching the broadcast, not thinking that you'd be able to perform such big, flashy movements in those clothes."

Kaku: Ah, well, I'm used to it (laughs). At that time, I remember being surprised that my wig came off during the action. Kaguragi's clothes have pretty long sleeves, and they often get caught on the OhgerCalibur, so they don't work well together. Especially when they get caught on KuwagataOhgers trigger (laughs). So, instead of simply slashing to avoid getting my sleeves caught, I performed parrying movements.

"Other than Kaguragi, if you had to choose your favorite character, who would it be?"

Kaku: It would be…..It's hard to choose one, since everyone including the retainers are good characters, I like them all. I watched the idol episode (episode 38), so I guess it's been Rita recently. That difference is too good…..I'm now wondering how the viewers will react to that episode (it hasn't aired at the time of this interview). What will they think when watching……because I'm exhausted just trying to pick it apart (laughs).

"That episode is the one where everyone is reading too much into Rita's behavior (laughs)."

Kaku: That's true, I wonder what the truth is. I think it'll be an interesting episode with that in mind. Ah, but, since idol Rita will appear in the preview during the upcoming Toufu episode, they'll be the one taking over the Twitter trends……poor Kaguragi……in that case, I won't pick Rita as my favorite character (laughs). I'll choose Yanma, who's a cool guy from a man's point of view, and someone you can leave things to with peace of mind.

"Let's go with that (laughs). Please tell us about some of the most memorable episodes that have been broadcast so far."

Kaku: For me, it's episode 37, I have no choice but to mention the Toufu episode. The story is about Iroki and Kaguragi's past, and how Kaguragi became lord. Kaguragi's been hiding what happened between him and Iroki for a long time, and thought he was going to have to live with it, but he unexpectedly found an opportunity to settle his feelings thanks to the enemy Grodie. Past Kaguragi’s efforts were paid off, and I feel very thankful for this episode. It was a very tiring role for me to play though (laughs). Man, it was difficult!

"It was an important episode because it told the story of Kaguragi's very being."

Kaku: At first, I thought of a performance plan to act in such a way that Kaguragi himself would be at a loss. However, Director Kazuya Kamihoriuchi told me, "It'd be better if you don't show emotion," so I went with his direction. As a result, I think the character of Kaguragi shined more brightly, and I have nothing but gratitude for the Director.

"Finally, please tell us about some future highlights."

Kaku: From this point on, it's a series of twists and turns, and the fate of Gira and Racules and the hotly anticipated development showing a resolution will be portrayed! Fans of the two of them shouldn't miss it, and Kaguragi will also be playing a very "standard" role among them. I encourage you to watch until the final episode!

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Question to Masato Yano-san! (Racules Husty's Actor)

During the times when he's Shugo Mask, even though Yano-chan's mouth is sticking out, why does he make breathing sounds, or rather, have a raspy voice? (laughs). When he took off the mask, there were even some clicking sounds (laughs). I would like to ask Yano-chan, "What do you think?" in regards to the mechanics of it. Also, as I mentioned in the cast blog on the official site, there was a round of applause after Racules's speech scene, and it felt like everyone was in attendance. I would like to once again say, "Welcome home" and "I'm so glad you're back." (-Kaku)

Questions from Hirakawa Yuzuki-san! (Rita Kaniska's Actor)

Q: How does Kaguragi sneak around without anyone noticing? How do you think he takes care of his long silky hair?

In addition to the optical camouflage of his haori, I guess he also studied the art of tip toeing and other ninja skills. He's also good at disguises. Honestly, I really don't know (laughs). In my opinion, Kaguragi's hair has a rough, permed look to it, and I believe that he grew it out intentionally to give off the dignity of a lord. If he were to take care of it, I feel like he'd leave it up to the people clad in black while he soaks in the bathtub. Kaguragi doesn't seem to take care of his own hair (laughs). (-Kaku)

[natlacentral]

For ‘Avatar’s’ Dallas Liu and Paul Sun-Hyung Lee, Zuko and Iroh’s relationship ‘was the most important thing’

One of the most emotional callbacks in Netflix’s “Avatar: The Last Airbender” is in the music.

The fourth episode of the series, “Into the Dark,” features a flashback to a funeral. As young Prince Zuko offers his condolences to his Uncle Iroh on the death of his son Lu Ten, the score transitions into an orchestral version of the familiar melody, “Leaves From the Vine.” The song, first heard in the animated “Avatar” series, has long been associated with the Fire Nation general’s grief.

“That wrecked me,” said Paul Sun-Hyung Lee, who portrays Iroh in the new live-action adaptation, now streaming.

“I only just heard the [new] song in December,” added Dallas Liu, who plays Zuko. “I started imagining our scene and [it] killed me.”

The live-action “Avatar” co-stars were in high spirits as they discussed the show and their characters’ relationship over coffee at a West Hollywood hotel earlier this month. (This reporter borrowed a page from Iroh’s book on the joys of spending time with fascinating strangers and opted for tea.) 

Both actors say they are big fans of the animated series, which originally aired from 2005 to 2008 on Nickelodeon. More than once they mentioned the high bar set by the original show and the responsibility they felt to honor its spirit (a previous attempt was not well received), especially because everybody else on set loved the show, too.

“Not even just me and Paul,” Liu said. “Our cast members, our writers, even our transportation and craft [services] team.”

“Avatar” is set in a world inspired by Asian and Indigenous cultures, where certain people have the power to manipulate elements through a martial arts-infused ability known as bending. The original series was the rare children’s cartoon that touched on weighty topics such as war, genocide and imperialism within a fantasy coming-of-age story of a young hero destined to save the world.

“Zuko is a character that I’ve always loved since my childhood,” said Liu of the exiled Fire Nation prince. He is desperately searching for the Avatar — a special bender reincarnated into every generation tasked with maintaining harmony in the world — in order to win his father’s approval and a way back home.

Accompanying Zuko on his mission is Iroh, a renowned general and former heir to the crown who’d spent years at the front lines of the Fire Nation’s ongoing war to conquer the other nations.

Iroh “seems very jovial, but you know there is way more to him than that,” Lee said. “He carries a profound sense of sadness and loss.”

Working within a franchise with a passionate fanbase is nothing new for Lee, who has appeared as New Republic pilot Captain Carson Tevain several recent “Star Wars” series including “Ahsoka” and “The Mandalorian.” But getting cast as Iroh has offered the “Kim’s Convenience” actor a chance to take on the challenge of portraying a character that is already well-loved.

For Lee, Zuko and Iroh’s relationship “was the most important thing to get right.”

“It’s such a backbone to [Zuko’s] story arc,” Lee said. “To his pursuit and where he starts and where he ends.”

Because while “Avatar” is a story that follows Aang (Gordon Cormier), the world’s last airbender, as he figures out how to embrace his destiny and become the hero he is meant to be, it’s also a story about the teens in Aang’s orbit carving out their own paths.

Knowing this, Liu appreciated that their “Avatar” explores Zuko and Iroh’s past a earlier than it was revealed in the animated show. While there are some hints, it’s not until the second season that the animation digs into the Fire Nation royal family’s (dysfunctional) backstory. And some flashback scenes, like Lu Ten’s funeral, are original to the adaptation.

“I was excited because there was no expectation for it already,” Liu said. “I think there are scenes and dialogue [from the animated show] that people are going to look for with a certain level of expectation. But for everything that is new for Zuko on our show, it allowed me to be an artist and be creative.”

These moments were blank canvases Liu relished. He explained that to prepare for the younger version of Zuko in these flashbacks, he took hints from what he learned from his time on “PEN15” watching creators Maya Erskine and Anna Conkle portray middle-school versions of themselves.

“I think I got to tap into that younger side of my own self because I do see similarities between myself and Zuko,” said Liu. “Especially 14-year-old Zuko because there’s no ounce of evil in him.”

Iroh is despondent at Lu Ten’s funeral, as a procession of guests stop by to express their sympathies for the death of his only child. When it’s his turn, Zuko only offers the sentiments that are expected of him at first. But then he shares more heartfelt words as he tries to console his uncle. It’s one of the show’s earliest looks at Zuko’s humanity and capacity for love.

“Dallas does some really, really beautiful work at that funeral scene,” Lee said. “That speech that he delivers is just so heartbreakingly beautiful and comforting. He does all the heavy lifting. I just needed to react to what he was giving me.”

Not for the first time, Liu is quick to respond to the compliment by expressing his own appreciation for everything he learned from Paul during their time together on set. 

“Especially that scene, and in a lot of our other emotional scenes, I can’t stress how much I actually relied on Paul,” Liu said. “He was always there every day to support me with honestly all of our scenes.”

Equally charming was when Liu tried to credit Iroh’s influence as the reason why Zuko is able to open up, for one brief moment, with Aang during another episode. Lee is quick to point out that Zuko’s compassion was something already within him from when he was younger, as seen in the flashback scenes. 

Lee is aware that “Avatar” fans have wondered whether he would sing “Leaves From the Vine” on the series. It was first featured in Season 2 of the animated “Avatar” in an episode that shows Iroh singing the song through tears after he sets up a small memorial for Lu Ten on his birthday. (That segment was dedicated to Mako, Iroh’s original voice actor, who had died before the episode aired.)

“I didn’t want to spoil anything … but I knew that one scene was coming up,” Lee said. It’s one of the reveals that leads to “everybody look[ing] at Zuko differently. I love that. This adaptation, it really is about subtext, past experiences, traumas, success, failures, all of that stuff.”

Both Liu and Lee hope that their Zuko and Iroh will get to continue on their journey.

“What I love about their relationship is, Iroh is there to give advice, but he never tells [Zuko] what to do,” Lee said. Zuko’s “got to find his own way, and he supports him. … I really do wish [we get] to do more [seasons], because I want to see that relationship flourish even more.”

[soulkeeper801]

A thing - Twice Sana

Requested: Sana and reader are aware of each others feelings towards one another but aren’t officially dating. They’re out with the group one day and one of the members mentions her going on a date with someone else(which reader didn’t know about). Reader ends up leaving while sana runs after her and tries to explain herself. Fluff ending

Sana x f!reader

Words: 918

You and Sana had always shared a special connection, an unspoken bond that went beyond mere friendship. The chemistry between you was undeniable, and though you had never officially labeled your relationship, it was clear to both of you that there was something more than just platonic feelings.

Sana was always the last one to leave the practice room just so the both of you could walk together to your apartment that was a couple of blocks from the company. Her eyes would linger on you whenever you were telling a story or teaching them a new dance move. She purposefully arranged more hours to practice so you would spend time together, not only dancing but talking, laughing, sharing.

You were as infatuated by the Japanese girl as she was by you. You weren’t supposed to have favorites, but if Sana was struggling, you would take a little extra time with her, teaching her patiently, trying to relieve her frustration by being silly and showing her it was difficult for you the first time too.

However, as deep as your feelings were, none of you decided to take the next step. It was always long stares, subtle smiles, profound care for each other. You were afraid the idol wouldn’t take you seriously since your statuses were really far from each other. 

One night after practice, the girls gathered around to celebrate the beginning of the tour which meant dance practices would stop for a couple of weeks. Nayeon ordered food and brought beer to the practice room to share with everyone. They asked you to sit with them and the conversation began to flow naturally, as well as the smiles and stares between Sana and you.

She took a seat beside you and offered you a can of beer. 

As the conversation flowed, Momo brough the dating topic to the table. She asked the other girls about their type, their favorite spot in the city to spend the day with someone and if they were seeing anyone currently.

They were happily discussing about it until a question took you back to reality.

“Sana,” Jeongyeon trailed off as she was taking a sip of beer. “Were you on a date yesterday?”

The words hit you like a bolt of lightning. Your heart sank, and a wave of hurt and betrayal washed over you. 

“Oh, right,” Nayeon continued, “you were out with Miyeon! How was it?” she asked, eyes filled with genuine curiosity.

You excused yourself from the table, feeling the need to escape the suffocating atmosphere.

The girls were surprised at your sudden reaction and while you were crossing the door, a groan was heard behind you. 

Sana noticed your sudden departure and her eyes widened with concern. Excusing herself from her friends, she hurriedly followed after you. 

Outside of the practice room, you stood defeteadly. You knew you weren’t a thing, maybe never would be, yet it felt like she was betraying you.

She found you staying with your face buried in your hands, trying to gather your thoughts and steady your racing heartbeat.

"Sana, I need some time alone," you said softly, your voice tinged with sadness.

Sana stepped closer, her voice filled with urgency. "Please, just hear me out. It's not what you think. It's a mistake."

“A mistake,” you asked, your eyes focusing on her.

She examined every detail of your face. It wasn’t every day that she could see you this close. “Yes, I don’t know what I’m doing,” she confessed.

“What do you mean?”

Sana's expression softened as she reached out to hold your trembling hands. "I was confused, scared even. I didn't know how to approach you. But seeing you hurt like this, it made me realize that I can't deny what's in my heart any longer, I can’t deny what’s happening between us”.

You searched her eyes, desperately trying to find the truth behind her words. "What are you saying, Sana?"

She took a deep breath, her voice barely above a whisper. "I love you, more than I can put into words. I was trying to figure out how to tell you, but I got caught up in my own fears. Miyeon was just a distraction, a misguided attempt to push away my feelings for you."

Tears welled up in your eyes as the weight of her confession settled in your heart. "I love you too, Sana. I've loved you for so long, but I was afraid to jeopardize what we had."

Sana's face lit up with a radiant smile, and she gently wiped away your tears with her thumb. "We don't have to be afraid anymore. We can take this leap together, step by step."

Her words washed away the lingering pain, replacing it with a newfound hope and joy. The two of you stood there, embracing each other tightly, reveling in the warmth of your shared love.

“I’ve been meaning to do this for a long time,” she whispered, as her hands cupped your face to bring it closer to hers.

Her lips touched your softly at first but as the seconds passed by the kiss became needy, your hands held her waist firmly as she pushed you against the wall.

“Oh, come on!” Nayeon groaned from the practice room door, “get a room!”

You immediately separated just to find a grinning Nayeon looking at the two of you. Sana chuckled shyly, hiding her face on the crook of your neck.

“We’ll be back in a second, I promise!”

(A/N: kind of a second part here)

[taste-your-silhouette]

Say you'll see me again even if it's just in your wildest dreams

Pairings: Vic De Angelis xfem!reader

Contents: Fluff, SMUT

Summary: You're an up-and-coming actress, and Vic's best friend since high school. You have been friends and in love with each other for as long as you can remember. So when you have the chance to be together, it's magical.

Words: ~2276

A/N: Firstly, English isn't my native language, so pleeease forgive me if you come across any errors while reading. It's my first fanfiction, but I've planned it so so so much and I sincerely hope you have as much fun reading it as I had writing it!

"Well, she is..." A torrent of reminiscences flooded your mind, evoking memories of your youthful days, your time together in high school, and the challenging battles you fought to progress in your careers, always finding each other and nurturing your affection whenever circumstances permitted. "the love of my life."

In that poignant moment, it felt as though the air itself froze in your lungs, while a profound chill coursed through your entire being, setting your stomach aflutter.

"So, enlighten us on the factors contributing to your current state of not being together," the interviewer probed.

"We're constantly in each other's company, you know, whenever we can orchestrate it," you responded with a chuckle. "We're currently living the pinnacle of our lives, I mean, career-wise, you know? Måneskin is rocking it worldwide and I've got a TV series and two movies in the pipeline. It's quite a juggling act. Therefore, we're doing our utmost, just going with the flow."

You and the journalist continued to engage in lively discussions covering various topics, including your professional journey and the prospects of your upcoming projects. However, it was the part about your personal life that made you the most jittery. You had openly professed your love for Victoria in an interview for one of the biggest magazines in the world. Not that you both had never expressed your feelings for each other before, but this was different.

"What is the projected publication date for the article?" you inquired of the journalist.

"In a fortnight. Why do you ask? Regretting any of your statements?" she inquired, with a touch of suspicion yet clandestinely relishing the notion of your potential regret.

"Oh, not in the slightest," you responded, chuckling. "Simply curious."

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"Guess who's rocking the cover of Rolling Stone!" your publicist burst into the dressing room, where you were getting ready for a TV show.

"Finally!" You widened your eyes and asked for a moment to quickly skim through the article. Of all the topics discussed, the focal point inevitably became your heartfelt declaration of love for Victoria, as though you had never before professed your love to her.

As you read snippets of the article, your phone rang, and a snapshot of you and Vic materialized with her name.

"Ciao cuore mio," you enthusiastically answered the call.

"So, am I really the love of your life?" Vic responded, her smile palpable.

"Did you read the magazine? I forewarned you, they would exploit it shamelessly, akin to treasure seekers lusting after gold."

"I only read the parts that piqued my interest, obviously. You look absolutely hot in the photoshoot they did. I want a poster of each of those pictures to plaster on the ceiling of every hotel I stay at during our tour." You struggle to contain your laughter, but it's futile.

You both shared a laugh for a moment. You needed to get back to doing your makeup, but hearing Victoria's voice was so invigorating. You missed her immensely.

"I wanna see you. It's been far too long since our last encounter, I can't bear it any longer," Victoria whispered the final sentence, sending shivers down your spine.

You were aware that the band was in the midst of their tour, so if you didn't go to meet her, you wouldn't be able to see each other.

"I have a recording session today, but I'm available all weekend. Where will you be?"

"Hmmm, we'll be passing through Germany. We have a concert in Berlin today and another in Cologne tomorrow. I'll have Sunday free. Fancy a little adventure around Germany?"

"Only if I have a backstage pass for the concert in Cologne."

"You always do, Y/N," Victoria replied confidently.

"Deal, now I have to go, I'm running terribly late. See you there."

🎸

At 7pm, you strolled into the dressing room accompanied by the security guards. Vic, Thomas and Ethan were gathered in a room adorned with an array of intriguing items, and serendipitously, you entered just as Victoria enveloped Thomas from behind, insinuating an intimate encounter. The vibrant energy exuded in that moment reignited a sense of belonging within you.

"I can't believe I made it to this amazing gathering!" You exclaim boisterously, bursting into laughter.

"Now the Måneskin is complete!" Thomas bellows, thrusting his hands into the air as he approaches to embrace you.

"Mia cara amica Y/N, I saved some slices of pizza for you," Ethan chimes in, hugging you while holding his drumsticks.

Damiano appears, shouting something incomprehensible, and in an instant, you find yourself on his shoulders.

"She's the love of my life," Damiano exclaims, mimicking your voice and bursting into laughter. "I've loved her ever since I grasped the true meaning of love. So much love for her!"

You close your eyes and burst into laughter as Damiano playfully mocks you, creating a nostalgic atmosphere where you all feel like carefree teenagers once again.

Suddenly, Victoria appears, perched atop Ethan's shoulders, mirroring your playful stance. You lock eyes, and in that moment, the world seems to stand still, leaving only the two of you. Having been apart for several months, every reunion is an explosion of emotions. One particular phrase she shared with you after a year-long separation still resonates: "I wanna swim between your thighs” Not long after that, Victoria confessed that, inspired by the night you spent together, she wrote "For Your Love" in just 20 minutes.

Your train of thought was abruptly halted when Damiano playfully released you, allowing Victoria to seize your face with both hands. With a glimmer of excitement in her eyes, she examined your features before planting a passionate kiss on your lips.

Regrettably, the kiss was short-lived, as they needed to take the stage. You accompanied them backstage, assisting Damiano and Thomas with their attire. When you approached Victoria to lend a hand, she awaited you with a radiant smile.

"I promise, once we're finished, I'll be completely devoted to you," she pledged, punctuating her words with one final kiss before donning her blazer.

"Oh, baby, rest assured, I'll be right here, hungrily devouring every captivating moment of the concert, my desires ignited by your mesmerizing performance."

"Mmm, I can feel the exhilaration coursing through my veins, knowing that this time, those deliciously naughty cravings will surpass your wildest imagination and materialize into an intoxicating reality."

She gave you a mischievous grin and, before turning towards the stage, playfully blew you an air kiss.

The concert was absolutely mind-blowing. The four of them were rocking it harder than ever, and your heart swelled with pride, having been there since their very first dream of starting a band and supporting them through every phase. Whenever Victoria had a chance to come backstage, she would shower you with passionate kisses, leaving you breathless.

By the end of the concert, they were buzzing with energy.

"You guys were fucking amazing!! I love you so much, I missed you!"

"We missed you too!" Ethan shouted over the roaring crowd, and Thomas nodded in agreement.

"Now that you're a big-shot actress, it's rare to see you tagging along to concerts with us," teased Damiano, laughing and tousling his hair. "But enough with this drama, I know you and Victoria are burning up inside. So go on, go head to the hotel and have a blast!"

"Next time, I'll bring Giorgia along so you won't be bored out of your mind, alright?"

We were teasing each other while Victoria changed outfits, and when she emerged in a different ensemble from the one she wore on stage, you, Damiano, and Thomas attempted to mimic a challenging dance move Thomas had seen on TikTok. Ethan, on the other hand, dared you to perform the same dance while he evaluated and gave it a rating.

As soon as you laid eyes on her, she looked absolutely stunning, even more down-to-earth than she did just moments ago on stage.

"Alright, enough fooling around, I've won, and my prize is Victoria. See you later." You halted the dance, approached Victoria, and planted a kiss on her lips.

🎸

You hop into an Uber to head back to the hotel, chatting away during the ride. Conversation has never been an issue for you both—you always have so much to catch up on since your lives are jam-packed, leaving little time for heart-to-heart talks.

"Last week, I was in Paris, did you catch that? Y/N, I stumbled upon this incredible restaurant that we absolutely have to try together. It's right up your alley, with all your favorite things. The whole time I was there, I couldn't stop thinking about you," she confessed.

"Was that the day you called me, and I couldn't pick up?"

"Yes, exactly! I just wanted to hear your voice. Sometimes it sucks being so far away from you," she replied, her gaze lowered as her hand gently glided up your thighs.

"We've arrived," the driver announces, and you step out of the car.

The moments leading up to entering Victoria's hotel room were a whirlwind for you, consumed by thoughts of indulging in every inch of her captivating form.

As soon as she locked the door behind you, her eyes locked onto yours, a potent mix of desire and admiration shining through. You yearned for her, craving her presence in every imaginable way. With a seductive grin, Vic shrugged off her jacket, revealing a tantalizing hint of her confidence. Closing the distance between you, she extended her hand and deftly slipped the coat off her shoulders, letting it fall carelessly to the floor.

"Now you're all mine," she whispered, pressing her lips against your exposed shoulders, playfully nibbling at your neck.

"And you're all mine, just us here," you whispered, your voice laced with possessiveness and adoration. With a gentle caress, you twirled a strand of her hair around your finger, relishing in its silky touch against your skin. In that moment, the world faded away, leaving only the two of you entwined in a uniquely intimate bond.

With a daring move, she firmly grasped your hips, asserting her dominance. In one swift motion, she pressed you against the wall, a mischievous grin playing on her lips. A surge of anticipation shot through you as your back met the unyielding surface.

Driven by a heady mix of desire and control, her hands began their ascent. One arm encircled you possessively, drawing you closer, while the other embarked on a tantalizingly slow journey, inching higher and higher. The tension mounted, testing your patience, until at last, she cupped your breast, igniting a surge of pleasure that rippled through your entire being.

Vic pulled back her hands with a mischievous grin.

"Not yet," she said, slowly stepping backward toward her bed, still holding your hand, her gaze fixed on you.

She undressed you completely, leaving you completely naked. A triumphant smirk played on her lips as she pushed you onto the bed, delighting in the sight of her breasts bouncing.

"I missed you so much," she whispered.

Crawling on top of you, she captured your wrists, trapping you beneath her. Her lips crashed against yours, trailing down to your chin and neck. She ravished your skin, sucking and nibbling, leaving a trail of moist kisses in her path. Then, with purposeful motion, she positioned her knee between your thighs, pressing it against your moist center. A gasp escaped her lips as you instinctively moved your hips forward.

She showered your body with kisses, leaving love bites on your sides, hips, and thighs. Her gentle touch caressed your heated skin, sending shivers of delight through your body. Vic reveled in teasing you, savoring the sound of your moans. At last, she focused her attention on your most sensitive areas, her mischievous grin fueling your excitement.

Her fingers embarked on a tantalizing dance, teasing your folds and stroking your clit. As she slid two fingers inside you, she lowered her face, nestling it between your thighs. Vic's warm breath against your skin sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body. With deliberate slowness, she lavished your clit with a long, languid lick, her tongue pressing firmly against it. Your moans filled the air as you instinctively reached out, tangling your fingers in her blonde locks, pulling her closer to you.

Vic increased the speed of her fingers, skillfully exploring every inch of her pulsating pussy, creating a symphony of juicy, tantalizing sounds. She eagerly sucked on your clit, simultaneously thrusting her fingers in and out with rapidity. The intensity heightened, your muscles tensing, and your body edging closer to the precipice. You couldn't help but let out loud moans, the pleasure intensifying within you.

And then it happened. Your climax crashed over you like a wild wave, and you couldn't suppress the loud scream that escaped your lips. Waves of ecstasy engulfed you as you experienced the euphoric release.

Vic continued to bestow attention on your sensitive folds, indulging in a few more licks of your pussy before planting a gentle kiss on your thigh, a silent sign of satisfaction.

"I missed you so, so much," she whispered, her mouth and chin still glistening, soaked with anticipation.

"Well, now it's my turn..." you whispered, a mischievous grin spreading across your face as you pulled her down, aligning your eyes with hers.

You pressed your lips against hers in a passionate kiss, and then shifted on top of her, reversing roles. This time, you took the lead and embarked on fulfilling her deepest desires, transporting her to euphoric heights just as she had done for you.

[rbinsgf]

Soulmates who are fated to kill each other

Satoru Gojo x Suguru Geto - Angst

We can ponder the question of which comes first between the soul and the body, argue about the very birth of a soul and the final death of a body.

We could also wonder what it means for both entity to be so intertwined within each other. The topic of soulmates has been bating the human brain for centuries, between myths and science, no one seems to find satisfaction in any theory whatsoever.

Alas, one would argue philosophy is only the getaway of the cowards, desperate to find answered to all their whys, terrified at the mere thought of a pointless existence.

And humans ARE cowards, so pathetically scared at the simple thought of nothingness. Loneliness is a form of nothingness. Humans are fragile creatures, unable to survive without peers.

That’s where the soulmate enters the performance of their life. Soulmates renders life more bearable, it gives it a direction, something to search for, a promised treasure, sweet and soft, assigned to every single individual.

But Life is nothing but sweet nor soft. It’s cold, it’s unfair, it’s illogical and unpredictable.

Souls, are a curse. And humans couldn’t bare it, too weak to handle this harsh reality. So they invented myths and legends to comfort themselves, forcing life to be more sweet and soft.

But their are forces out in the universe. Forces who watch and control. Forces who were offended by humans, weak creatures refusing to evolve the way it was planned and instead sought out comfort and soft arrangements.

Those forces were ultimately bored, and humans were becoming arrogant. And so they decided to punish them, using their own inventions against them.

Having a soulmates, it means that there’s someone out there who upon meeting you for the first time, will know of all your weaknesses and ugly parts. Having a soulmates, it means that there is someone out there who will accept and love your entire being. Having a soulmate, it means that your life has a direction, a meaning, a motivation, en end goal full of love and happiness.

Having a soulmates, it means that if you ever meet them, you are condemned to either die by their hand, or execute them with yours. Over and over, in every lifetime.

…

"At least curse me a little at the end"

Satoru Gojo exhaled. His mouth a straight line on his pale face, the bandages around his eyes remained unmoving. He could see Suguru Geto’s cursed energy slowly fading, like a bone fire slowly going out. It’s still warm, stable and comforting.

Satoru remembres sensing it for the first time. He was late for his first day at Tokyo’s Jujutsu Tech High School. It was his first year, and even then he was leisurely strolling down the hallway to his class.

That’s when it struck him. Behind the door of the room, right behind the corner. A cursed energy so warm, so comforting he felt he could nap in it for ever and ever. It was steady, with a slight edge to it. Something unpredictable, something exciting.

Satoru finally opened the door of the class 10 minutes late.

That’s when it struck him. A gaze so intense he felt his six eyes shudder under it. Dark, profound, cautious, intoxicating. Something dangerous and oh so comforting.

That’s when Satoru first met Suguru Geto.

…

Suguru sucked in a breath and chuckled, his hand gripping his bloody shoulder tightly.

That’s when Satoru crouched down, he opened his mouth and took a breath in.

…

"You could kill me, there’s meaning in that too"

Suguru never glanced back. His eyes glued to Shinjuku’s sidewalk. He focused all his might and will in ignoring Satoru.

His mind was set. His heart ached something cold and relieving.

Suguru could breath again. Stripped of his responsibilities as a Jujutsu Sorcerers, of his loyalty to a corrupted society.

Stripped of his devotion to what once was his.

Suguru had known from the exact moment he first sensed Satoru Gojo, without even seeing him, that he had been doomed to love him.

They are so perfectly opposed. So logically different.

The strongest. Plural.

Gojo’s techniques made him godlike. Unbreakable, untouchable. Forever allowed to keep curses and humanity at arm length.

Geto’s technique made him miserable. Vulnerable, rotten. Forever condemned to bear humanity’s sorrow within him.

…

The report read as follows :

Special Grade Curse User Suguru Geto has been executed by Special Grade Sorcerer Satoru Gojo following his defection and the events of the Night Parade of a Hundred Demons.

This case is now closed.

…

"Oh you found my student ID ! Thank you Gojo-Sensei"

Satoru smiled and looked up at the falling snowflakes.

Tears prickled at his covered eyes.

Flashes of dark hair and infinite eyes. Glimpses of smug lips and soft hands. Echoes of laughter and deep breaths.

Whispers of unkept promises. Loud vows and silent pleas.

At last, a warm light, unwavering, bright and calm. Forever kept within the confines of Satoru’s heart.

"I didn’t…my best friend did…"

What I didn’t tell you earlier is that. When a soul kills it’s other half, it also sacrifice a part of itself.

"My one and only."

And the pain ? It’s only soothed by bittersweet memories.

Which we can only hope, will never fade.

[thedemoninme141]

Blade Of Miquella Chapter 10: Remember Me My Woe.

Summary: A life spent with Wednesday... but a death left unshared. Warnings: ANGST! HEAVY ANGST! HeartWarmingMoments, EmotionallyWhippedWednesday!!! Previous Chapter 👉 Here Blade Of Miquella Chapter-List 👉 Here "Would you mind if I sit here?" You opened your eyes to see the braided girl. A playful smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you leisurely unfurled your eyes, acknowledging her with a glance. "Yes, I would mind." you retorted in a jesting tone, a smirk playing on your lips. "Pity, It seems fate has already conspired against your preferences." Her words carried an undertone of amusement as she settled herself beside you, seamlessly claiming her place in your tranquil haven. "You aren't like the other students," she remarked, a wisp of nostalgia in her voice. It was a playful attempt to recreate the memory of your initial encounter, a memory that you held dear. "Neither are you." You smiled. Her next words bore a hint of whimsy, a spark of lightheartedness that underscored the gravity of her statement.  "It seems the threads of fate have woven us together, doesn't it?" The distance between you closed as she leaned in, capturing your lips in a tender kiss, a silent affirmation of the bond that had steadily grown between you.

It has been a week since you were discharged from the hospital, and Wednesday remained a constant presence by your side. Her typewriter found a new home in your room, a testament to the intimacy that had taken root between you. Since you had one less period than her you waited under your maple tree that had become both of yours since she also spent the lunch time with you there.

As Wednesday felt the gentle weight of your head against her shoulder, a rare sensation of lightness enveloped her. The touch of your skin against hers never failed to stir a warm feeling within her otherwise cold and unyielding heart. Even within this moment of tranquillity, her thoughts meandered back to the private conversation she had shared with your brother the previous night.

The moonlight had cast a soft glow as they spoke, the gravity of the topic hanging between them like a shroud. John, your steadfast and devoted brother, deserved to be informed, despite the heavy burden of truth it carried. He had the right to know. "So... you think there is no cure for her?" John sighed. "I can't claim certainty, but it appears more likely that it's neither a malady nor a curse. Y/n and this entity Malenia... their souls are intricately intertwined, each reliant on the other's existence," Wednesday's voice carried a weight of sorrow. The truth pained her as much as it did him, but the revelation was necessary, he was risking his life to find a cure after all. "Did you tell her yet?" John's inquiry cut through the heavy air, his concern mirroring her own. "No, I couldn't, I..." Wednesday couldn't find the right words. "Because you're not ready to shatter the hope she clings to." John's words held a profound understanding. "And neither am I," he added "So, would you still tell her?" Wednesday's question hung in the air, a plea for guidance, a plea for your sake. "I don't think I have the strength to do so." he confessed, his voice tinged with the burden of his emotions. He looked at Wednesday, "You don't have the strength either, right?" He asked, Wednesday looked down and nodded. "What are you going to do now?" she asked. "Even if there is no cure for her, the Golden Order still poses a threat to Y/n," John replied, determination entering his tone. "They'll continue their pursuit to get to her." "How will you stop them then?" She inquired. "By getting to them first." He answered.

"Would you come with me to the train station Wednesday?" You got her out of her thoughts, "For you, I would traverse the ends of the world," she replied, her words filled with a sincerity that resonated in the air. The smile you directed at her ignited a warmth within her heart. "Is there anything you wouldn't do if I asked?" you inquired, affection glittering in your eyes as they met hers. "No, there isn't," Wednesday answered without hesitation, her voice a steady affirmation of her devotion. "Then I ask you this one thing – remember me," you implored, your hands gently finding hers as you moved before her, your head tilting to rest atop hers. Your whispered words, a plea for a promise that carried a weight beyond their simplicity, hung in the air. Confusion flickered in Wednesday's eyes, her brow furrowing in question. "What do you mean?" Your hands tenderly found hers, and as you moved in front of her, your head gently met hers, a whisper shared in the fragile space between you. "Just promise me that you will remember me as much as you can." Wednesday found herself hypnotized by your touch, her heart resonating with the sincerity in your gaze. Your words resonated in the air, etching a promise into her very being. "I promise," she whispered On the journey back from the station, Wednesday wanted to remove that sad look from your face that had seemed to settle there after saying goodbyes to your brother. Right when she was about to drop you off in your room, she finally asked, "Do you need me to stay with you tonight?" She needed more time with you, She needed You. She knew you would accept, or that's what she thought. Your hesitation was palpable, a flicker of uncertainty in your eyes that tugged at her heartstrings. Inwardly, Wednesday questioned herself. Why? Did she do something wrong? Was it too early to ask to spend the night with you? Enid told her it's something that couples do together. She cursed herself for listening to Enid. "I am scared." You whispered. Confusion deepened, her brows furrowing in concern. Scared? Scared of what? The emotions that danced within your eyes were a complex array of emotions she struggled to interpret. "I am scared that I might.. hurt you in my sleep. I might lose control in my sleep, I don't want to hurt you like I did to my mother." Your vulnerability was a raw wound, and in that moment, Wednesday understood the depth of your apprehensions. Without hesitation, she drew you into an embrace, her presence a shield against the fears that threatened to consume you. "You won't, you didn't when she had full control of you, instead you protected me. That's how I know, you are the one I would follow." Her voice, soft and unwavering, was a testament to her unwavering faith in you. As you looked up at her, your eyes shimmering with hope, Wednesday's heart swelled with a mixture of emotions. She held you tighter, as if trying to convey through touch the depth of her commitment. "I am sorry. I.." "One day at a time." Her words cut through your apologies, "One day at a time is fine by me. As long as those days are with you, One day at a time is all we've got." She said.

One day became One week,

"Just BE NORMAL WITH HER!" Enid said pushing Wednesday out of the door. "And don't you dare even think about suggesting a graveyard for your date!"

Confidence had always been her ally, but now, as she stood before your door, her heart pounded with a nervous fervor that she had never before experienced. 3 knocks. Then she waited for you to open the door with her heart trying to jump out of her chest. When you did open, however, She was pretty sure it did jump out of her chest, you stood there in a black dress, a bit brighter than her own but still black enough, She couldn't move. Though she had always recognized your profound beauty, tonight, you were a revelation, a goddess in human form. "Wednesday," your voice carried a tender note, a shy vulnerability that only served to heighten your captivating charm. Inwardly, Wednesday longed to offer a compliment, to convey the depth of her admiration in a mere phrase. Yet, her thoughts tangled like a web, her attempts at articulation falling short in the face of your resplendence. How could mere words encapsulate the grandeur that stood before her? Enid's lessons in compliments seemed woefully inadequate in the face of your magnificence. You seem to notice the reddening in her cheeks as you smiled. "So which grave are we going?" You asked jokingly taking her hands as a hint for her to guide you.  She smirked. "Not a grave," she answered.

Vulnerability of emotions was a foreign terrain for Wednesday, a territory she had spent her life avoiding. The concept of being open and exposed had been anathema to her existence. But now, as you lay beside her near the tranquil lake in the heart of the jungle, a location she had meticulously chosen for this very purpose, you spoke of your past and your preferences, sharing fragments of your life that wedged their way into the cracks of her defenses. You opened up to her and she found herself captivated not just by your words, but by the way the moonlight played upon your features, casting an ethereal glow that matched the enchantment of the surroundings.

She realized that this was a different kind of vulnerability – one she willingly embraced. The walls she had built, fortified by years of detachment and isolation, seemed to crumble in the face of the connection she shared with you.

In this moment, beneath the star-studded sky, Wednesday acknowledged that allowing herself to feel vulnerable for you wasn't a weakness, but a profound testament to the strength of what you both shared. It was a vulnerability she was willing to explore, for in your presence, she found a sense of solace that no amount of morbid detachment could offer.

One week turned into a month, 

"Would you mind if I sit here?" You heard the voice of your love as a smile formed on your lips. "Would you mind if I hold your hand while you join me?" With a tender gesture, you extended your hand toward her, a silent offer laced with affection. "Never." She said as she accepted your hand, settling down beside you. This time, her head found a comfortable resting place on your shoulder, a touch that conveyed an unspoken intimacy. "Semester is almost over. Enid and the others are planning to go home." You said.  "Good, that means we will finally have some peace from their obnoxious chattering." Wednesday quipped. A soft chuckle escaped your lips. "You do realize you're free to leave too, don't you?" you said. "To exchange the quality moments I can have with you for my clingy soul-sucking family? Pass. The only torment I relish is the affectionate one you bestow upon me, not theirs," she quirked, her lips curving into a playful smile.  "But what if they miss you? And your brother?" you inquired, your curiosity genuine.  "My decision is already made. Pugsley is welcome to visit whenever he pleases." "I guess, I would love to meet with him." You said. "He is weak. He always needed my protection." "Wednesday!" You reprimanded smiling. "Do you think I am weak too?" you mused, your head finding a place atop hers, your cheek resting on her hair as your fingers intertwined. "Quite the opposite, Your courage in the face of adversity often leaves me envious. Not that I lack bravery, but your fearlessness, coupled with your innate kindness, makes you the most exceptional person I know. While those imbeciles fleeted, you went against the storm. You stood against a threat you had no idea of just to protect this school." Her response was swift, yet brimming with honesty. You gently lifted your head from its resting place atop hers. "I never did it for the school," you confessed. Wednesday raised her head from your shoulder, her eyes meeting yours. You gazed into her eyes, darkness encircling a core of unwavering affection, a love as unique and profound as she was. "I did it for you. And I would do it all over again, just for you." You said.

In that moment, as the weight of your words hung in the air, even after she hurt you back then, you still risked your life to protect her. Wednesday found herself drawn further into the depths of your unwavering devotion. Your confession resonated with a sincerity that was undeniable, and as she gazed into your eyes, she saw nothing but the truth of your feelings reflected in their depths. The allure of your love was irresistible, a magnetic force that tugged at the very fabric of her being. Without a word, Wednesday closed the remaining distance between you, her movements deliberate and sure. The atmosphere between you was charged, a palpable energy that seemed to envelop you both. And then, your lips met in a gentle, tender kiss – a moment suspended in time, a fusion of emotions and desires that words could never adequately capture. The kiss was a silent promise, an unspoken vow that affirmed the depth of your feelings and the sincerity of your commitment. It was a moment of vulnerability and intimacy, a shared space where your souls danced in harmony, entwined by a love that had a light inside it surrounded by a dark shadow protecting it.  As the kiss came to an end, Wednesday felt a sense of clarity settle over her. This was a new beginning, a fresh commitment to her love for you, a love that she knew she would share with you in life... and in death. 

One month turned into One year.

"IF YOU EVEN ENTERTAIN THE THOUGHT OF CONJURING ANOTHER PATHETIC PRANK LIKE THAT WRETCHED DISPLAY YOU UNLEASHED LAST YEAR, I SHALL TAKE GREAT PLEASURE IN PEELING YOUR FLESH FROM YOUR BONES," Wednesday's voice carried a chilling cadence, her words laced with a macabre promise that sent shivers down the spines of Lucas and his hapless companions. She still feels guilty for not going with you to last year's Raven dance which you were looking forward to, however, she also was quite relieved as she knew how badly you might've reacted to the pathetic prank Lucas and his friends pulled. But this time, since she has plans to ask you to the dance, she had to make sure they won't even think of doing anything like that again. Not just them, anyone. She pretty much sent a silent threat to everyone who witnessed her berating Lucas and his friends. Of course, her strategy was precise, her execution meticulous. Dispatching Enid as her proxy, she ensured you would remain blissfully unaware, a calculated move in her symphony of protection and intention. "Would you mind if I sit here?" She asked your resting figure as always. "Only if you ask me a question about a certain dance," you responded with a mischievous glint in your eyes, playfully challenging her. Wednesday took the sit beside you, under your maple tree, which had grown bigger than before, blossoming with scarlet red leaves. Her dark eyes remained fixed on yours as she gathered her courage to speak, her voice a blend of vulnerability and determination.  "Would you do me the honor of being my partner at the upcoming Raven dance?" A playful smile tugged at the corner of your lips, and you couldn't help but tease,  "Ah, but there might be some formidable competition." A flicker of amusement danced in Wednesday's eyes as she responded, "It seems my collection of knives will finally see some action after quite a hiatus." A genuine laugh escaped your lips, the sound mingling with the rustling of the leaves overhead.  "Yet how can these contenders hope to match someone who resides leagues above them?" You said. "And who might that exceptional individual be?" Wednesday decided to indulge in your playful banter. "A certain Raven who holds the key to my heart with her smile." You said.

"Would you mind if I held your hand in there?" The question slipped from your lips with a delicate blend of hope and trepidation, your heart fluttering with a mixture of anticipation and anxiety. The party hall's entrance loomed before you, a gateway to an unfamiliar world. "I've.. never been to any parties before. I feel so nervous in crowds of unknown people." You confessed. Wednesday's expression softened as her hands met yours. "I am pretty sure if there's anyone succumbing to unease, it's the unsuspecting souls on the inside. They'll find themselves awestruck by your radiance, a brilliance that effortlessly outshines the mundane. It's a spectacle they won't be prepared for. And as for your answer, I don't want to hold your hand, I NEED to hold your hand, my desire to grasp your hand is not a mere whim; it's an imperative. A declaration to the world, a proclamation of possession. I want them to see that you belong to me, and me alone." She smiled. And that was enough to let your nervousness go away, soothing the tumultuous waters of your apprehension. Once again, you found solace in her unwavering presence, a light in her darkness, a radiant beacon cutting through the obscurity of your doubts. With her by your side, you knew that life's challenges could be confronted and conquered, one step at a time.

"One day at a time." She reminded you again.

"One day at a time is all we've got." You answered smiling.

With a graceful gesture, Wednesday extended her hand toward you, her pale fingers delicate against the backdrop of darkness. 

"Would you honor me by giving me this dance?" She said. 

You took a step forward, your fingers intertwining with hers, and the world around you seemed to fade into the background. The dance floor became a universe unto itself, a realm where only your presence and hers held significance, cocooned in a moment of shared intimacy.

Come to me now And lay your hands over me

As you moved together, the dance became a slow, intimate conversation, an unspoken exchange of feelings and emotions that words could never capture. 

Even if it's a lie Say it will be alright And I shall believe

Wednesday's gaze held a depth that stirred something within you, her usually guarded eyes revealing a vulnerability that resonated deeply. The realization of how much she yearned for your presence, for your companionship, was poignantly evident in the earnestness of her eyes. It was a silent plea, an unspoken confession.

I'm broken in two And I know you're on to me That I only come home When I'm so all alone But I do believe

Her presence was both comforting and electrifying, and you found yourself drawn into the dance with an innate sense of belonging. The world outside the ballroom seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in a timeless embrace.

That not everything is gonna be the way You think it ought to be

You found yourself clinging desperately to this moment, your heart fiercely determined to seize every precious second shared with Wednesday. The fear of losing her gripped you like a vice, urging you to hold onto her presence as tightly as you could. In the midst of the dance, there was an unspoken understanding that time was fleeting, and the fragility of the connection you shared was a reality that couldn't be ignored.

It seems like every time I try to make it right It all comes down on me

Then again, Wednesday's gaze gave you hope, Amidst your worries and doubts, her gaze became an anchor, grounding you to the promise of a lasting bond. Her unspoken commitment encouraged you to have faith in the connection you shared, dispelling any lingering doubts.

Please say honestly you won't give up on me And I shall believe

Wednesday felt so lost, so hypnotized by your eyes, the sensation of your fingers intertwining sent a thrill of electricity through her. The world around you seemed to blur, leaving only the two of you in a slow, entrancing dance.

Open the door And show me your face tonight

 With every turn and sway, she allowed her guard to slip, revealing the vulnerable core that lay beneath her stoic exterior. But she knows, it's all worth it, as long as you are glued to her. This gave you enough reason to believe. As your eyes met, a silent understanding passed between you, stronger than any words or uncertainties.

I know it's true No one heals me like you And you hold the key

Her gaze remained fixed on you, a mixture of intensity and vulnerability that left you breathless. Her touch was gentle, her hand resting against your shoulder with a tenderness that belied her reputation. 

Never again Would I turn away from you

Never, she would turn away from the feelings she holds for you again, She is ready to confront the emotions that have long been concealed within the shadows of her heart. You made her ready.

I'm so heavy tonight But your love is alright And I do believe

She can see the fear of the uncertain future in your eyes, she hated to admit it, but even she was afraid of that. 

That not everything is gonna be the way You think it ought to be

There might be something worse awaiting you and her in the future. Something that might hurt you...

It seems like every time I try to make it right It all comes down on me

But Wednesday knows she will protect you, She has already committed her life and soul to your protection. As she grasped your hand and guided you through the dance's deliberate pace, just like she would do in every step of your life, her eyes remained fixated on yours, she can see the unspoken vow being communicated, a plea being exchanged. 

Please say honestly You won't give up on me

There was a sense of shared vulnerability, a willingness to confront the challenges together. As long as you are with her, she can hope, you can hope. Despite the unpredictability of life, despite the challenges and doubts, both Wednesday and you were choosing to believe.

And I shall believe

One year turned into two,

John came back, He did it, he killed every single one of the golden order, You could live safely now, with no threats, no danger to your life. Yet both he and Wednesday knew you had the right to know, they were afraid that you would break down after knowing there is no cure to this curse of yours, they were afraid they would lose you to grief and sorrow again. As John and Wednesday sat you down to convey this bittersweet truth, their eyes clouded with apprehension, your response was surprising. Instead of breaking down, you bore the weight of the revelation with a resilience that left them speechless. It was as though you had already walked the path of acceptance long before they even laid out the truth before you. Wednesday watched you with a mixture of awe and concern, her heart aching for the strength you displayed. "Thank you for not giving up on me," you whispered, your voice carrying the weight of years of shared experiences and unspoken support, hugging him dearly. Tears glistened in John's eyes as he held you close, his embrace a testament to the depth of his love and his unyielding determination to protect you.  But it was your next words that reverberated through the room, echoing in the hearts of those present. "I know you tried. I know you already knew that there was no cure. Yet you didn't give up. I've already accepted that there is no cure for me. I've already accepted that my time is limited." Your voice carried a calm resignation, a sense of serenity that belied the gravity of your revelation. Wednesday's heart clenched as she absorbed your words, a mixture of admiration and anguish swirling within her. It was a bittersweet truth – your acceptance was a testament to your strength, but it also hinted at the fragility of the time you had left. "Don't go again, please," you implored, your grip on John's shirt tightening as though he were your lifeline. Wednesday's heart clenched at the vulnerability in your voice, at the raw fear of losing yet another person you held dear. Your plea echoed in the room, a testament to the depth of your emotions and your desire to hold onto the few constants in your life. But then, you continued your words a soothing balm for her conflicted heart. "I've accepted this already. You don't have to keep searching. You've already kept your promise, John. You are my cure." you pleaded. It took all of Wednesday's strength to contain the tears welling up in her eyes, her emotions a turbulent sea within her chest. Your acceptance, your gratitude, and your plea resonated with a melody that seemed to strike the deepest chords within her. It was a reminder of the stakes, the fragility of time, and the love that bloomed amidst the darkness. A sigh escaped Wednesday's lips, carrying with it a mix of emotions that were as complex and intricate as the person before her. The weight of her feelings was a burden she was willing to bear, for you had become the beacon of light that had illuminated the darkness of her existence. In the silence that followed, as you and your brother shared a moment of understanding and connection, Wednesday felt an unspoken promise take root within her heart. She would be there, by your side, through every moment that remained. The love she held for you, unconventional and profound, was a force that could not be diminished by time or circumstance.

"I am not going away anymore." Your brother promised you,

So did Wednesday.

Two turned into three,

Your affinity for the natural world had always been apparent. The way you found solace in the embrace of flowers and trees was a testament to your connection with the living, breathing entities that adorned the world around you. It was no surprise that you aspired to become a florist, a guardian of nature's beauty, using your skill to heal even the most ailing of plants. That's how you were handed a pot of a small plant that seem to be sick by Wednesday, "Found it on the street. I wanted to save it," she said, her voice carrying an unusual softness. You smiled, even though it was very un-Wednesday-like, but you thought nothing of it. As you placed the potted plant on a nearby table to examine it, you noticed signs of distress – the leaves were wilting, and the soil seemed to be in poor condition. A deeper instinct guided your hands, and you carefully removed the plant from its pot to inspect its roots. Your suspicions were confirmed – root rot had taken hold, threatening the plant's very survival. As you examined the roots within the soil, something unexpected caught your attention – a glint of metal, a spark amidst the decaying roots. You carefully removed it from the roots, it was a ring. You put the plant down and turned back to Wednesday, "Wednesday why there is a.." Wednesday didn't let you finish. "I have a problem, You see... I am not sick of you, I am honestly pretty much in love with you, hopelessly, helplessly." Your heart swelled at her admission, the authenticity of her emotions washing over you in waves. It was a confession that laid bare her heart, her fears, and her desires.  "I don't know how much time we have left," she continued, her voice a blend of raw honesty and determination. "But whatever time it is, I want to spend it with you. Having you by my side is enough for me, if that's enough for you."  In that moment, words seemed inadequate, insufficient to convey the maelstrom of emotions that surged within you. With unshed tears in your eyes, you found yourself drawn to her, your heart guiding your actions. And so, with a tenderness that spoke of all the love you held for her, you leaned in, your lips meeting hers in a soft, delicate kiss.

Four, five, six, seven years have passed, One day became seven years.

Seven years etched their stories into the tapestry of your shared existence, a life painted with hues of love, fortitude, and a quiet understanding that bound you and Wednesday together in an unbreakable bond. The roots of your relationship grew deeper, intertwined with the passage of time, weathering storms and blooming with the promise of a shared future. 

Through the ebb and flow of life, your relationship evolved into a haven of comfort, a refuge against the chaos of the world. From the cozy apartment that you and Wednesday called home, to the shared moments of laughter over breakfast and the whispered secrets exchanged beneath the moonlit sky, your love story unfolded with a quiet intensity.

Wednesday of course continued her writing profession, the darkness that once cloaked her was now transformed into words that resonated with readers, her narratives a mirror to her journey of self-acceptance and growth. While Wednesday crafted tales of introspection and mystery, you nurtured your love for nature into a flourishing career. Your flower shop, a sanctuary of vibrant colours and delicate fragrances, stood as a testament to your nurturing spirit. Each bloom found its place under your care, blossoming into radiant displays that reflected your deep connection with life.

As the sun cast its golden hues across the horizon, you found Wednesday in the living room, engrossed in one of her journals. You approached her, your smile playful. "What's the enigmatic Miss Addams writing about today?" Wednesday's lips quirked up in a faint smile. "Jotting down observations on the human propensity for chaos." You chuckled, taking a seat beside her. "Ah, yes. Chaos seems to be a common theme in our lives." Her gaze softened as she closed the journal. "But amidst the chaos, there is a solace I find because of someone." "And who might that be?" You asked knowing the answer, "A certain florist." She smirked.

In your flower shop, Wednesday observed you arranging a vibrant bouquet with an air of fascination. "You have a remarkable affinity for breathing life into these blooms." You grinned, placing the finished bouquet in a vase. "Well, I did promise to bring life to anything that needs it." Wednesday's eyebrow arched, a playful smirk gracing her lips. "Even to a walking corpse like me?" You turned to her, your eyes dancing with affection. "Especially to you." She stepped closer, her fingers brushing against the petals. "Then I suppose I am in good hands."

A rainy afternoon found you and Wednesday huddled by the window, sipping tea and watching the droplets dance against the glass. The pitter-patter of raindrops created a soothing backdrop to your quiet conversation. "I always found solace in the rain," you mused, your gaze fixed on the world outside. Wednesday's eyes gleamed with a hidden emotion. "Rain has a way of cleansing the world, washing away the dirt and revealing the hidden truths." You turned to her, captivated by the intensity in her gaze. "What hidden truths have you discovered?" Her lips curled into a half-smile. "That even amidst darkness, there's beauty to be found. Just like in you." Wednesday cringed at her own words but it was worth the smile on your lips, Trying to avoid becoming her mother, she ended up like her father. As you both wandered through a local art gallery, Wednesday's eyes fixated on a particularly macabre painting. She turned to you with a small smirk, her dark eyes glinting mischievously.  "I think this one would look splendid in our living room, don't you agree?" You chuckled, knowing her affinity for the morbid.  "You really have a way of finding the most unique pieces, Wednesday. I'm sure it'll add quite the atmosphere to our home." She raised an eyebrow playfully. "Atmosphere? Is that your polite way of saying 'spooky'?" You laughed, your fingers finding hers as you leaned in.  "Well, I've learned to appreciate your unique taste, and I do love how it reflects your personality." She smirked, her lips brushing against yours.  "Just don't be surprised if we start getting visits from ghosts."

A chilly winter morning, you both found yourselves sipping hot cocoa by the window, watching the snowflakes fall. Wednesday's fingers traced delicate patterns on the rim of her mug, her eyes distant. "You seem lost in thought," you observed, concern lacing your voice. She turned to you, her gaze softening. "I was just thinking about how different my life has become with you in it. You've brought warmth to my world, more than I ever thought possible." You reached over to grasp her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "And you've shown me a depth of love and understanding I never knew existed. We've come a long way, Wednesday." She smiled, her fingers interlocking with yours. "Indeed, we have. And I wouldn't trade a single moment of it."

However within all those warm moments, Some cold ones lingered. Cold ones that increased rapidly as time went on. Your tormented soul awoke you with a gasp, a lingering nightmare's grasp refusing to let go. Almost as if sensing your distress, Wednesday's arms enveloped you in an instant, her touch a lifeline in the abyss of your fear. Her voice, a soft, soothing melody, broke through the darkness. "Hey, it's okay," she whispered, her words a tender caress against your tumultuous emotions. "You're safe, I'm here." Tears swelled in your eyes, a testament to the terror you had just experienced. You clung to her as if she were the anchor holding you against the storm, your body trembling against the remnants of the night's horrors. Your voice trembled as you tried to put words to the maelstrom within you. "I can't… I can't control it. She's getting stronger." Wednesday's hold on you tightened, her grip a symbol of unwavering need for you in her life. Her voice, soft but resolute, cut through the darkness that threatened to engulf you both. "We'll face this together, just like we always have."

Days turned into weeks, and the heaviness of your curse only grew. It wasn't long before another unsettling incident unfolded, leaving Wednesday's heart racing with worry. She entered the house, finding the door already ajar – a sight that struck fear into her heart. "Y/n?" Her voice quivered with urgency as she called out, dread coiling in her chest when there was no response. She hurried to the bedroom, her heart pounding like a drum. The sight that greeted her was enough to send a shiver down her spine – the bathroom door stood wide open, and there you were, standing frozen in front of the mirror. "Y/n!" She called you again, but only if she knew what you were seeing in the mirror. Malenia.

"Y/n!!" Her voice seemed to jolt you from the grip of that sinister trance, and you collapsed to your knees. The world around you refocused, but the horrors of what you had seen in the mirror still lingered. Wednesday was there, her arms wrapping around you protectively, her presence offering solace amidst the chaos. "It's okay," she murmured, her voice a gentle balm against your shattered nerves. "I am here. She won't take you. I won't let her take you." Your heartache poured out in sobs, the fear, and the darkness that threatened to consume you finally finding release. Wednesday held you close, her words and touch a lifeline that pulled you back from the brink. The pain in her voice, the unyielding determination to protect you, it all echoed the depth of her love. "We'll fight this together, Y/n," she whispered against your hair, her vow a testament to the unbreakable bond that had sustained you through every trial.

"Y/n please stop! It's me, your love, Wednesday." Wednesday screamed, begging you to stop, but you didn't, flying high with your delicate wings, letting the Goddess of Rot control your body fully, you take over the sky once again with your Scarlet flower of Aeonia. Ready to take over this world by your Scarlet rot. Then, like a comet hurtling toward its destination, you descended, a blur of crimson and despair, you went down on her, you went down on your love Wednesday. With a sudden jolt, you awoke from the nightmare that had ensnared your mind. Your breathing was ragged, and your eyes darted around the room, trying to discern reality from the phantasmagoric images that had haunted your sleep. Beside you Wednesday slept peacefully, she always had slept peacefully by your side. As your gaze settled on your own hands, you saw the faint traces of Scarlet roots emerging, tendrils of your curse that nearly brushed Wednesday's arm. The realization hit you like a lightning bolt – you had come dangerously close to repeating the tragic fate of your mother, infecting someone you loved with the rot that dwelled within you.

One day at a time, Wednesday used to say.

No...

You won't risk the most important thing, the most important person in your life, not for one more day.

As the first rays of sunlight painted the room with warmth, Wednesday stirred from her sleep, her eyes searching for you on the bed. Confusion quickly transformed into worry as she realized you were nowhere to be found. Her heart raced, fear clawing at her as she called your name, her voice echoing in the emptiness. Her eyes fell upon a letter resting on your pillow, a silent messenger that held the truth she wasn't yet ready to face. Trembling fingers reached for the paper, her heart pounding in anticipation and dread. With each word she read, her world crumbled further, the weight of your decision pressing heavily upon her chest.

And so, she found herself retracing the steps that had led to this moment. The place where it had all begun – the maple tree, the witness to your first meeting, now a sentinel to your final act. The sight that met her eyes tore at her heart – there you lay, surrounded by delicate petals, an ethereal contrast to the tragedy that had unfolded. "Would you mind if I sit here?" The words escaped her lips, carrying a tremor of sorrow. Her voice quivered as she spoke, the depths of her grief threatening to consume her.  Oh, what Wednesday wouldn't give to see you smile and look up to her, accepting her offer, taking her hands. She settled beside you, putting her head on your shoulder, clutching the letter in her hands, The promise you had made years ago echoed in her mind, its significance now clearer than ever.  "Promise me that you will remember me as much as you can."  In that moment, Wednesday understood the weight of your plea, the plea that had driven you to make the ultimate sacrifice for her sake.

As tears blurred her vision, she leaned into you, her heart heavy with the realization that she would have to carry on without you by her side. The mornings would be colder, the talks quieter, the smiles and kisses a distant memory. But she clung to your promise, the symbol of your love, believing that one day, beneath its embrace, she would be reunited with the soul that had captured her heart so completely.

"My beloved Wednesday, I love you with all my heart and soul and I hope you can understand my decision.

Our love story has been unconventional, marked by darkness and curses, yet you have been the beacon of light that guided me through the shadows. From the moment our paths crossed, I felt a connection that transcended the boundaries of life and death. You became my sanctuary, my home, and my reason to endure the trials that fate hurled our way.

The years we spent together have been a tapestry woven with laughter, warmth, and shared dreams. Your presence has been the salve to my wounds, the answer to my silent prayers. Every touch, every smile, and every stolen moment etched into my memory like precious jewels. Even as the darkness within me grew, your love remained unwavering, a steadfast pillar that held me upright when I faltered.

But I can no longer ignore the truth that has become painfully evident – the curse, the rot, it has taken a stronger hold on me. I've seen glimpses of a future I cannot bear to subject you to, a future where the darkness consumes me completely. I refuse to let that happen. Our love is too pure, too precious, to be tainted by the curse that plagues me. You are too pure to be tainted by my curse.

I want you to find solace in the knowledge that my decision is not born out of despair, but out of love. Love for you, for us, for the future we could have had. It's a choice I make willingly, as the only way to protect you from the grip of this curse. I need you to remember the promise you made me under our tree, our beautiful scarlet red maple tree that has borne witness to our love... where you can find me...

Please don't grieve for me, my love. Instead, find happiness in the memories we've created, in the love we've shared. You deserve nothing less than a life filled with joy and love and maybe some horror too.

As the sun sets on my time in this world, know that I carry your love with me into the next. I've seen that our souls are bound by a love that transcends even death, and I will be watching over you, cheering you on from beyond the veil.

Thank you, Wednesday Addams, for being my love, my anchor, my haven, my everything. You've given me a lifetime of love in the few years we've had, and for that, I am eternally grateful. Remember me till the day we will meet again my beloved woe.

With all the love my heart can hold,

Y/n" Author here, This is my last fanfiction ever, I have to stop writing because I have some personal issues going on, That's why I poured my heart into it, I would really appreciate if you guys tell me how much you liked it, It's been an amazing journey with you all- Love , Celine. PART 11 EPILOGUE: Reunited With Woe. The lines used on the Raven dance were from Sheryl Crow's I Shall Believe song. The inspiration behind this ending was, some you might have already guessed it, "The Haunting of Bly Manor" ending.

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[2024.05.11] Quardruple Axel May Issue: Tanaka Keiji - On the basis of solid techniques

Tanaka Keiji is expanding his activities by appearing in numerous ice shows, including “Yuzuru Hanyu notte stellata 2024”. As an irreplaceable friend of Hanyu Yuzuru, who inspired each other in the men's single competition during his amateur career, we asked Mr. Tanaka to talk about the evolution of “Professional skater Yuzuru Hanyu” as he sees it.

--The second year of the "Notte Stellata" show has celebrated its opening day. What was it like being on the show?

I am of course happy that we were able to hold the show for the second time, and I'm glad that we were able to make the show even more exciting with the addition of new member Javi (Javier Fernandez).

--Mr. Hanyu created this show with themes of recovery from the Great East Japan Earthquake and hope for the future, but this year a large earthquake occurred on the Noto Peninsula on New Year's Day. I think it left a profound impression in the hearts of both the performers and the viewers.

I think this is a day that we really should not forget, and I think there are people who actually suffered from the disaster, people who know the hard times, and people who may not want to remember, but I feel that this show is performed with a very important concept in order to show hope for the future.

--After the show opens, Mr. Hanyu skated ``Notte Stellata'' by himself, which is also the title of the show. It is unusual to have a solo number before the opening, but this makes the concept of the show clear.

I think it is very important that the chairperson of the show skates first to clearly convey the meaning of the show to everyone before the show begins. By having Yuzu skated at the start, from there subsequently, I think the essence of the show was expressed well. It was a really important time for the show, and it felt like everyone were embodying the chairperson’s thoughts through their skating.

-- Did Mr. Hanyu say anything to his co-star skaters, such as, “Please skate with these thoughts in mind”?

Since it was being held at this time of year, everyone was aware of the atmosphere since last year. Last year, the performance date coincided with 3/11, so we understood the weight of that and the feelings that must be put into the skating. However, I also understand that it is even more difficult for the chairperson than for us. I think the other performers are also accepting of that. Or rather, we all stand by each other and support each other. I think everyone understands that, even if we don't say it in words.

--Did you have any thoughts about Mr. Hanyu that you felt during rehearsals?

Last year, I think there were a lot of times that he wondered, ``Is it okay to do a show at this time of year?'' This year, it may just be my own personal thought, but I felt that he’s spending this day with a slightly softer expression than last year.

--Indeed, last year, he expressed his thoughts very seriously when he greeted the audience.

It was the most difficult time for him, so I think he took the meaning of holding the ice show on that day very seriously. He puts his thoughts and feelings in various places, and although we do not see all of them, I think there are parts that are conveyed through each of his actions.

--This year, the collaboration with Mao Daichi became a hot topic. It was a co-starring performance between top entertainers. What did you think of "Carmina Burana"?

It was a magnificent stage. Both of them were truly divine. I only saw it on the monitor (in the backstage), but the power was conveyed even through the screen. It felt like they were showing something far beyond anything I could have imagined on the skating rink and on stage.

--At the end of the performance, Mr. Hanyu skated “Danny Boy” as a solo. How was your impression of this poignant and graceful program?

After Yuzu’s solo, the flow of the song leading to the finale is very fitting too, and I think it is a performance that is very typical of him. I think he expresses it very beautifully, and the sense of “the show is coming to an end, but there’s still hope from here on” is very much connected to the overall theme of the song.

--Some of the choreography seemed to express the theme of reaching for hope in spite of the hard times.

Yes. I only had one practice time with him, as I watched him perform, even though it was a rather difficult piece, I got the impression that he was taking each note seriously. I felt it was really amazing.

-- This time as well, I was able to once again feel the range of Mr. Hanyu's expressions through his collaborations and solo performances.

I think the fact that he is touring solo is a big factor. He is able to create a show by performing many different things on his own. Depending on the show we perform in, we usually have at most two solo numbers and one or two group numbers, but even that is a lot of work. So, to connect a show by oneself, one really needs to perform different things and learn many things. I think it is because he is exposed to so many opportunities all at once that he is able to create such a variety of expressions.

--Was it a surprise for you that he put together a show like this by himself? Or did you think that Mr. Hanyu would be able to do this much?

I thought it was possible for him to do it. Of course, at first I was like, “All alone!?'', but when I really thought about it, I realised, “It sure looks like he can do it.'' I guess there was something he wanted to do that much. Really, that part of him is amazing.

--How has Mr. Hanyu evolved since becoming a professional?

He already has world-class jumps and skating skills, so I think he has been thinking a lot about how to use them since he became a professional. In competitions, advanced techniques were incorporated into programs within the framework of rules, but now that the framework has been removed, we can use them in a variety of ways and present them in many different ways. In that respect, I think it's amazing that he is further honing his already high-level skills and working on even more advanced things.

--Have you ever been surprised by something that he does?

Of course, his technical prowess is amazing, but I focus on how it fits with the music. It is not so much about him doing something very difficult, but rather that he is using the choreography and program structure in such a way, or presenting it in such a way, that I admire. For example, it could be a part where he moves in sync with each note, or conversely, he might suppress that technique and just dance. He uses them in various ways. Since he already has all the advanced skills, I think the challenge now is how to use them. After all, if he just uses the technical skills, it will end up being something similar to a competition program, so the key is to subtract and add things and how to incorporate the correct elements into a new program. I feel like that is how he is presenting his style now.

--Since Mr. Hanyu has turned professional, what are the things you feel have remained the same or have changed in your opinion?

The part that has not changed is his concentration. The way he concentrates before he starts his performance is always amazing to watch. In fact, I think his ability to concentrate has become stronger than when he was a competing athlete. On the other hand, the things that have changed since he became a professional are, as I mentioned earlier, the range of his performances and the vision for what he wants to do. He has achieved many things through the new productions that he has pioneered in his solo ice shows, and I really feel that he is stepping forward and wanting to do many different things to showcase skating in new ways.

--I think it must be really difficult to have to deal with so much, are there times when Mr. Hanyu is relaxed and back to his true self?

I wonder. I only meet Yuzu during the show, so there is no time for him to relax. But during meals, etc. we see each other, and at those times, I think he takes care of himself.

--What do you mean by that specifically?

I think that for skaters, our body is the only means to express ourselves. Of course, we are here as professionals, so we take care of our bodies, diet, and many other things, but I feel that he takes even more care of his body in places we can't see. What I see is only a small part of him, but I think he is doing a lot more behind the scenes.

--As a professional skater, I think it is really wonderful that one can give courage and convey thoughts through their performances. Keiji-san, do you yourself see any difference between when you compete and when you perform in an ice show?

In an ice show, you have to have a theme and think about what you are going to do, so it is very difficult to choose the songs. In competitions, I think the order is fundamentally reversed, as I think about the theme after the music is decided. In competitions, the premise was to choose a song that could benefit us. However, when it comes to skating professionally, you have to first create a theme and then think about the music, costumes, and choreography, or things will go awry, so I think it's quite interesting but also demanding in that sense.

-- At this show, you performed “HOPE”. Please tell us about the theme and choreography of this performance.

I chose the song. The choreography is by Kohei Yoshino. The title is ``HOPE,'' but it is not about being full of hope from the beginning, but to push forward even though there are many hardships. You may experience a setback once, but you have the strength to get back up from that, and that’s what is being conveyed through the rap music.

--Did you have in mind that it would be performed at the show?

I had been thinking of doing this song for a long time, but the choreography only started after it was decided that I would be skating here, so I thought about what kind of feelings I would have if this song were to be performed here. I was working towards that since it would be performed for the first time in ``Notte Stellata''.

-- Even from the choreography, I could feel the determination to face hardships.

Really, it would be best if you could listen to the lyrics one by one (laughs). Mr. Kohei also carefully looked at the lyrics during practice, so I really felt the meaning of the lyrics and the song itself as I skated.

--Also, the collaboration number ``Saturday Night Fever'' with Mr. Mura was also a big hit.

This was also a pretty good choice of song (laughs). After all, Mura-kun is my senior, so it's interesting to work together with my senior and aim for something that's dorky and cool.

--I thought the collaboration with Mr. Mura was a great fit.

Even in the skating world, I think we are both on the larger side and the power type. It's not like we clash with each other in that aspect, but it's fun to be able to perform together like that.

-- Did you and Mura-san talk about something like, “Let's make it exciting here!”?

No, we were both really nervous, so it wasn't like that at all (laughs). Moreover, after the opening, after my solo number and group number, we skated towards the end of the show, so it's pretty tiring. I was quite tired when it was our turn (laughs).

--I see. So it was like you were giving it your all at the end.

That’s right.

-- Did Mr. Hanyu say anything when he saw it?

No, I’m not sure if he was watching or not. After that, he has his own performance, so I think he was concentrating on warming up. We just warmed up the venue for him (laughs).

--Speaking of warming up, there was a group number “Permission to Dance” at the start of the second part. It was a collaboration with a video of Mr. Hanyu. How was it?

In short, it's a fun time, and we did it with the idea of ``bringing as many smiles as possible'' to energize each and every one. Speaking of dancing, his movements truly have a unique vibe that only Yuzu can bring out. In a way, we were probably lucky because it was a collaboration with a video. Because if we were to dance side by side on the ice, only Yuzu would be in a different dimension… It's hard to dance next to him. I don't want to dance next to him too much, because I can't keep up with him if the music is too lively (laughs). Of course, this is a compliment!

-- Mr. Hanyu is so sharp.

That’s right. My movements are slow, while Yuzu floats around. That's how sharp he is.

-- Thank you for your valuable story. What have you learned from professional skater Hanyu through shows like this?

It's his "figure". I think it's amazing how he keeps coming up with new ways of expressing himself, the ability to tackle all kinds of new things without having restrictions.

--Lastly, please tell us what you expect from Mr. Hanyu in the future, and your own words of determination.

First of all, I would like to go to the venue myself and see the ice show. I am also a professional skater, so I want to see and absorb a lot of things, and I want to go see more solo shows too. I also want to absorb what I can and improve my range of expression. I would like to do my best to grow and develop so that when we perform again together, I can show new and evolved things and be worthy of standing on the same stage as a fellow professional. Also, as friends, I think it would be nice if we could spend some relaxing time together off-ice, outside of shows.

Tanaka Keiji talks about “Yuzuru Hanyu Notte Stellata” 2023 performance

--How did you feel when you received the offer to appear in the first show last year?

I felt very grateful to be invited to the show. Moreover, since the show was held on a very important day, it also meant that I would be skating a program with a concept appropriate for that day, so I strongly felt that I had to carefully select the songs to align with the theme.

--The show is filled with Mr. Hanyu’s message of wanting to deliver a ‘light of hope’.

At this time of year, I think the more you think about it, the more painful it becomes. Therefore, holding an ice show on that day was quite an experience. This cannot be done without determination. We put on a show after thinking carefully about the meaning of what we were doing on this day, so I felt that everyone put a lot of emotion into this show. There weren't that many skaters performing, but I felt the message of ``connecting many things together'' and that we all understood the meaning of doing it at that time and took on that challenge. I got the impression that everyone was skating in an atmosphere different from the usual shows.

--I feel that the experience of this earthquake has had a big impact on Mr. Hanyu’s outlook on life and how he approached competition. Having spent time with him, have you ever felt this way?

I think that at that time of year, he’d remember various things. I imagine that he’d realize again “I guess I’m alive”, and a resolve to “become even stronger”. Although he doesn't directly show us that, everyone around him is working toward recovery, and I get the feeling that he too is becoming stronger as he overcomes that day every year.

--At “Notte Stellata” held last year, he collaborated with gymnast Uchimura Kohei. It was very a groundbreaking attempt for an ice show.

It was really amazing. It was my favourite performance in “Notte Stellata”.

--What did you think of if when you saw it?

When I first saw Mr. Uchimura’s name, I was excited and wondered what kind of collaboration it would be. At the same time, I couldn’t imagine what the program would be like, wondering “What will they prepare?” and thought, “Maybe he’ll put in a horizontal bar or something”. In fact, there was a gymnastics floor next to the rink, and I was surprised, saying “This is really an amazing venue for a competition”. At that time, I couldn’t imagine how Yuzu would collaborate with Mr. Uchimura’s gymnastic routine. However, in the actual performance, the mood of the song and the costumes matched perfectly, and the two performers matched their timing in various ways, which was amazing. I was really overwhelmed.

--I thought the idea of a collaboration between two gold medallists from different sports was amazing, but to able to make it happen was also amazing.

That’s right. I think it must have been really difficult for the two of them to match their timing, since I don't think Mr. Uchimura usually competes in time to the music. However, during the actual performance, it didn’t feel like that at all and I was surprised to see how well it turned out, as if they had been doing it from the beginning. I feel that this is a performance that could only have been done by two people of that calibre.

-- I could sense a pride in both parties, as if they were saying to each other, “I'll match you”.

Yes, it felt that way.

Source: Quadruple Axel 2024 #羽生結弦 SPECIAL pg 56-59 Info: https://x.com/AxelQuadruple/status/1790023081739575501