#they still want to remember their family and friends but there's still a detachment since they cant remember what they shared

[churipu]

Idk if u take requests rn, but if you do, could you write fluffy moments with jjk men (pls include toji, i rlly wanna see him w fluff because there is like none) you fav would be cuddling, but you do whatever you want <3 Also, don't stress yourself when writing i, and please take breaks <33

JJK MEN + FLUFFY MOMENTS (๑ > ᴗ < ๑)

featuring. toji fushiguro, gojo satoru, nanami kento x reader

warnings. jjk men being softies

note. i just read the most heart wrenching nanami fic, i think i'm not okay at all </3 but hi anon, thank you for requesting this — this is exactly what i needed after reading angst. i apologize if it took a long time to get this out omg, i hope you like it.

and guys, omg???? 700+ followers? i genuinely never expected my works to be recognized by so much, and meeting new writers here and there, making friends, makes me so happy (i'm not crying) i love u all so so so so much, u guys rock, ily all <;33

TOJI FUSHIGURO

hated talking about the future, but ever since he met you — he rambles about it.

toji has always thought his future was nothing interesting, he kills people for a living, gets money off of it and he gambles. that's about it, so what was there to think about in the future?

meeting you was the firsts to a lot of things in his life.

toji grew up in a loveless household full of anger, and lust for power. which is why he is who he is today. distant, aloof, detached. people tell him he'd be nothing without his strength and face, there is no denying that toji fushiguro has a face card. he knows that.

so when he first met you, all he expected was like every other day. people caring about his face, and only that — and he'd play along although he's had enough of it, but no; you didn't care about all that.

face, money, strength. none of that.

he vaguely remembered the first time you spoke to him: "hey, mind helping me grab that box of cereal?" and he expected you to hit on him after, but you left it at that, muttering out a thanks and then leaving him in the aisle alone.

then for some reason he meets you again, the very next month. asking him the exact same thing, asking for help to take the cereal box which happened to be on the very top of the shelf. god knows why, both you and him just made it a routine every month after that. no communications about meeting and all. you both kind of just, met right in the cereal aisle on one particular day in the month, and then leave.

on the fifth month, he finally asks for your number.

"toji, is that your way of asking me out? because if it is, i'm disappointed."

"maybe."

and then you both kind of just sealed it; you're dating. nothing much changed, every month both you and him still go to the cereal aisle — he still helps you with grabbing the box from the shelf. the only difference was that now the two of you leave together.

toji hates talking about his future. but with you? he could go on for a whole day. he rambles about what he thinks and what he wants in the future with you.

"i wan' to get married. i wan' to marry you," did it caught you by surprise? yes. yes it did, "i wan' to have a family with you, a nice little family. i wan' to have a son so i could throw him around — but a girl is okay too, i can protect her from boys, i'll love them both equally. but i don't think i'll be a good dad to them. i'm scared they won't like me."

"toji, what? where did that come from?"

his back was pressed to your chest as you both lay down on the bed, one of your leg draped over his torso and he has his hand on your plush thigh, squeezing it every once in a while.

"i don't know. just a thought, i never talked about my future with anyone before," his body vibrated as he grunted, leaning his head back a bit, "i just don't think i'll be a good father, y'know?" he squeezed your thigh.

"why do you think so?" you asked him, placing your chin on the crown of his head.

"i just think so."

"stop thinking then," you chuckles, draping an arm around his neck, caressing his throat so softly it made the male shudder under your touch — but he didn't mind, he took comfort under your skin.

"can't." his voice was not stern or bold, it was soft and serene. he laced his fingers with yours, kissing your knuckles gently, "i can't believe 'm saying this, but 'm worried about my future. 'm a little scared."

just the fact he was admitting that he's scared about something was mind boggling, because the toji fushiguro? who kills people? was admitting that he was actually terrified of something, which wasn't even the strongest sorcerer. it's his future.

you were silent, letting him talk because when else would he be able to be like this?

"'m terrified. 'm scared i won't make you happy. what if i don't make you happy? what if my kids hate me?" so many questions that you don't even have the answer to, but you placed your hand over his lips, shutting him up.

toji grumbled, he swiped his tongue over your palm.

"ew!" you laugh, wiping your hand on his shirt, "but why're you suddenly talking about this all? which videos have you been watching again?"

"nothing, can't i think about my own future with you?" he shuffles, turning to face you, prepping an arm under his head as he stares down at you. not in the condescending way — he stared at you with so much desperation for love, he slowly blinks, the glint in his eyes never changing.

"why out of the blue?"

"jus' because."

you poked his cheek, "liar."

he sighs, latching his hand onto your hips, pulling you close. he buries his head into your shoulder in content, "jus' worried about it, i never think about my future in the past. but now — with you, i jus' worry about it because i didn't think i'd make it 'till now."

you chuckled, rubbing the back of his head lightly, "you remember that one time in the park when you see that little boy crying over spilled ice cream?"

he hums softly.

"and you bought him another ice cream, but asked me to be the one to give it to him because you were scared you'd scare him off instead?" you ask him, your fingers tangling with his hair lightly.

"yeah."

"you'll be fine, toji." you tell him.

"y'think so?" he retorts back, squirming a bit.

"i know so."

GOJO SATORU

he has to know about everything that you like, he needs to know why you like them. every. single. thing.

gojo chased after you. you were one tough cookie, he likes a chase. he's so used to people fawning over his looks that when you didn't — he just has to know your name.

the curiosity to know your name ended up pulling him in a spiral of this little thing called "love". gojo swore it was just curiosity, but everyone else besides him thinks otherwise, he promised himself and people around that he didn't like you, he was just, well, curious.

but curiosity doesn't look like that. gojo finds himself asking people about what type of boys you like, and when he finds out about it — he tries his best to be your type. he promised he was just curious.

gojo tries finding out what your favorite flower is, and when he finds out about it, he's out there sending big bouquets of it to you. he promised he was just curious.

gojo tries finding out what your favorite genre of music is, and when he finds out, he listens to them so he could talk about it with you. he promised he was just curious.

gojo tries finding out what your favorite series or movie is, and when he finds out, he watches them all intently so he could talk about them with you and hate on characters together with you. and he still promises that he was just curious.

he was just curious, he kept telling that to himself. so why does it bother him when you were out with another guy? another guy that's not him. not gojo satoru.

gojo asks you about who it was, and when you tell him it's nobody important, he gets upset about it.

"why are you so upset?"

"i'm just..curious."

"it's none of your business."

he left it at that. his whole week was ruined, he couldn't stop thinking about it. about you. and then he finally realizes, he wasn't curious — he was in love. so there he was, in front of your door at two in the morning.

"what?"

"who was that guy?"

"gojo, you're still onto that?" you ask him, tired, "i said it's none of your business. you're here at two just to ask me about that?"

"it's my business because i'm in love with you, damn it!"

gojo was half grateful when you told him it was your distant cousin, but half embarrassed as well. all's well ends well. he gets you in the end, and he doesn't have to worry about anything else — nothing in the world matters to him but you.

"baby, what do you recommend?" was one of the most spoken phrases he has delivered to you.

in restaurants, dessert bars, convenience store, movie theaters, anything you could recommend him, he'd ask for it.

"why do you always ask? don't you have your own preference, satoru? i'm not even sure if you'll like my recommendations though," he smiles at you, tracing small circled on the back of your hand.

"i want to know about everything that you like, and why you like them. i want to know everything about you," you look at him and smiled, honestly, what did we ever do to deserve him?

"why?"

"because i love you." yeah, he wasn't just curious. he's in love. and deep.

NANAMI KENTO

he always orders food that you like, and shares some with you — even if you didn't ask for it.

nanami never expected to be in relationships. in fact, relationships was the last thing in his mind — but when he met you, he just kind of felt attracted. he seeks for your comfort whenever he's tired, and when you weren't there, nanami just sort of drowns in himself until he could see you or hear your voice.

at the beginning of your relationship, nanami was never the one to initiate things because he wasn't an experienced male in relationships. you ask him and he just sort of do it without any other complaints.

but as time goes on, he get the hang of it. what he should do and what he shouldn't — it's adorable, he's started doing things that he never thought he would do in his life, but here he was sitting by your side; peeling apples for you because you wanted them.

"kento, eat some. it's going to be finished by the time you finish peeling every one of them," you joked, your legs on top of his thighs.

nanami hums softly, "it's okay. as long as you like it."

nanami doesn't realize the weigh of his sweet words sometimes, he does it and asks himself to why you were reacting like that. sweet talk is his vocabulary. he says it with no worries, telling you things you've always wanted to hear but never say.

but one thing that always stuck to him and you from the first time you got close up to now was: nanami always orders things that you like. you never understood the reason behind it, and when you tried asking him about it, he just tells you he was craving it.

it didn't seem odd at first — but as time goes on, his whole taste was just an exact copy of yours.

if you get something different than your usual menu, nanami will get your usual menu because he knows damn well that you're going to end up wanting them. although you don't tell him when the food comes, nanami makes it his job to share with you. and that's really sweet of him.

but when you get your usual menu, nanami orders something with elements that you like in them and shares them with you even without you asking for a bite. and not only that, he didn't share a spoonful — he shared a lot.

"ken, you don't have to share with me. i have my own food." you tell him, despite your heart tugging you to just let him share because you were too shy to say that you wanted a bite.

"it's alright sweetheart. i'm a little full." he lies. he ends up snacking on something on midnight, and it's now a routine.

so in exchange for that, you always make it your job to stock up foods ranging from small snacks like biscuits, chips, up to instant or pre-heated food. even cutting up fruits so nanami could snack on it, and he caught on to it pretty quick.

but he didn't complain, he likes it when you do it.

"ken, i cut out some mangoes and dragon fruit. you can eat them if you're hungry."

"thank you y/n."

mutual wins.

© CHURIPU 2023 , DO NOT COPY OR REPOST ANYWHERE

[exactlyyoungchaos]

Loss of my Life.

Husband Simon X Reader.

My first time writing here!!! Please don't mind the mistakes as I'm writing this at 5 in the morning. enjoy!!!

TW: loss of a relationship, hurt, angst, little comfort, cursing, trauma(loss of family, mention of miscarriage), "its not you, its me bullshit" let me know if i missed something!

You used be a medic working with TF141 for years before you retired. that's how you met your now husband Simon Riley. he was the most loving, attentive and responsible partner you could've asked for, he was ghost to everyone but not you, never you. But something's changed recently.

ever since his last mission eight months ago, he's been detached, not talking to you properly, coming home extremely late and drunk. he hasn't even touched you since he came back and its saying something for a guy who used to be attached to your hips whenever he could.

you tried talking to him, tried asking what's wrong but you always got the same answer, " you're thinkin too much lovie, nothings wrong."

but you know your husband so you start digging, and that's the biggest mistake you have made.

you found a note in his vest pocket, where he keeps his wedding ring during missions that read " be safe and come back to me" in a handwriting you knew by heart but it wasn't yours.

it was of his childhood best friend. she was in the special forces as well, and recently worked with Simon's team on the last mission.

you knew then and there, the reason of the detachment, the curt responses. your husband was in love with the woman he told you not to worry about.

your eyes blur with the realization that the life you once knew is soon going to come to an end, the man you're in love with , who's ring you have been wearing for years is not yours anymore or maybe he never was.

you sat there in your closet, tears streaming down your face, gut wrenching sobs coming out of you mouth. he isn't home, like usual so there is no one to witness the loss of your life.

your brain conjure up all the good times you had with him but now all of it is tainted by the realization that none of it was true.

you remember every time you caught both of them looking at each other, the friendly adoration in Simon's eyes now looked like longing, with his hands still around your waist.

every time he said to you "you're the love of my life" with his lips on yours, was he wishing it was her? all these years, you were so in love, so blinded by the rose tinted glasses you had over your eyes that you never saw it?

you sat there for hours, mulling over your whole life. how the one person you thought was yours forever was never yours. so you got up, eyes hollow, bloodshot and puffy, your form trembling. you put the note back where it was and go lay on your bed.

you stare at the wall for hours, around three am, your front door opened and closed. you felt him as he walked in the bedroom and slipped under the sheets next to you.

for the first time in weeks, he put his arms around your waist and pulled you towards himself, " you awake love?" he murmured in your neck.

all that came out of your mouth was, " Am I not enough?" in a rough whisper.

his arms tense around you, he knows that you know. before he could say something, you turn to face him, still in his arms.

you look at his face, and trace his scars with your fingers as tears fell from your eyes on your pillow.

his expression is tortured, " Its not what you-" but you cut him off with a soft shush and a finger on his lips. the lips you called home for as long as you remember.

you don't want him to lie to you anymore so you smile, the same smile Simon has witnessed when you lost your whole family in an accident as he stood next to your shaking form during the funeral, the same smile you gave him when you had a miscarriage as he stood next to you on the hospital bed holding your hand, grieving with you.

his heart was breaking, he was cursing himself for doing this to you. but you don't blame him, you haven't said anything to him except "will you hold me for the last time? please?" and you bury your face in his chest, taking in his scent for the last time. feeling his erratic heartbeat for the last time.

Simon's hand tightened around you, he doesn't want to let you go. the only good thing that happened to him. he destroyed you, like he always does to anything he touches.

he knows he cant fix this, nothing he could say would fix this. so he held you, with all his might, for the last time.

part 2?

[sniigura-archive]

imagine that somehow adam runs into judas or lucifer, and since adam is alone standing there (he is waiting for his family) they make fun of adam thinking that his relationship with reader in college didnt work "ha!, that bitch couldnt stand youre lazy ass, i knew it" and before adam could tell them to fuck off, reader appears with all of their 8 kids that go to hug him and judas or lucifer has the most WTF face ever and adam is SOO smirking while pics one of his kids in one arm and holds reader waist with the other. This encounter fills up his ego so much worse

that inspired me to write this. it’s like roughly 5/6 years post college graduation

cw/tw: pregnancy, children

Even though it was close to dinner and bed time for the children, the sun was still mercilessly beating down on Adam. He stood under the shade of a tree, his bag laid by the tree trunk.

The boys were on the playground, while you and Eden were at the restroom right now.

„No way! Adam, is that you?“ A familiar voice called out.

Adam turned around, Judas and Lucifer were really the last people he expected to see. Great.

„ 'Sup?“ He tried to sound as casual as possible.

„Adam, my old friend, what are you up to these days?“ Lucifer asked him, taking a good look at Adam. Since Lucifer and Lilith have been completely cut off, it must be hard for them to keep tap on him.

„Eh, you know. Have been here and there.“ The last thing he wanted was to share any personal details with the demons.

Judas smirked, which was a bad sign, „You here to pick up chicks? Lots of hot single moms around.“

Ah. His wedding ring was getting cleaned right now.

„You speaking from experience?“ Adam asked him back with a raised brow.

„Sure, buddy.“ The way Adam wanted to punch Judas for calling him buddy, „It sucks being single, don’t you agree?“

Why can’t they ask if he’s still banging you like normal people?

„Daddy! Do we really have to go home now?“ The 4 year old, curly headed girl asked him while running up to Adam.

Adam immediately went to bend down, picking up his first born. He gently pushed the hair out of her little face, smiling at her. Her hair was neatly put into french braids.

„Sweetheart, when your Mommy says we have to go home it’s time to go home.“ The girl pouted at Adam’s answer, resting her head against Adam’s shoulder.

She sighed heavily and mumbled out a detached Okay. The way Lucifers and Judas mouths fell open wasn’t missed by Adam.

„The children are too quick for me now. Being outrun by toddlers is really embarrassing.“ Lucifer and Judas whipped their heads back to look at you.

Your sundress hugged every curve perfectly, while your hands rested below your very pregnant belly. You’ve perfected the waddle at this point. Brushing past Judas and Lucifer, you let Adam wrap his arm around you to give your forehead a kiss.

„You remember Lucifer and Judas, right?“ Adam said to you.

You bit your lip at that, stifling your laughter, „How’s it going guys?“

„They’re here to pick up hot single moms.“ Adam told you with laughter.

You sided eyed both of the men, while they fumbled for words.

„It’s not like that!“

„Adam is just messing around…“

The silence was painful. Adam enjoyed it tho. You shifted around on your feet, while Adam went to rub a hand over your stomach.

„…How is the family life treating you both?“ Judas asked, his eyes focused on your stomach.

„It’s good. Nothing is more satisfying.“ Adam told them.

Eden started to squirm around in Adam’s arms.

„Can we gooOooo?“ She whined, rubbing her eyes.

You and Adam nervously exchanged a look. She was close to a tantrum, since it was getting late and she was tired and hungry.

„Boys! Let’s get going!“ Adam called out to the playground.

„There are more…“ Judas mumbled under his breath.

„Lili and I are also trying for a child right now! How long did it take you guys to convince?“ Lucifer tried to keep the chat going. He couldn’t come home without information for his own wife.

„We…never really tried?“ You nervously said.

The twin boys kept digging in the sand, not a care in the world.

„I fucking swear they have selective hearing.“ Adam grumbled out.

Putting your index and thumb together, you placed them under your tongue to let out a loud whistle sound. The boys whipped their heads to you immediately and started running towards you immediately. Even Eden turned around to look at you.

„Good boys! Thank you for listening! It’s time to go home now.“ You ruffled the twins heads.

„Aww. Really?“

„Mama, five more minutes?“

„No. Get going.“ You pushed them towards the way to the car.

The boys immediately started running again, pushing each other while screeching. Eden whined some more, and Adam let her down. She immediately forced her way in between her brothers, easily out running and pushing them.

„Let’s go. I’m pretty sure I have to pee again.“ You groaned, wrapping your arm around Adam’s. Pressing your cheek against Adam’s arm you looked up to him.

„Yeah, we also need to get those little terrorists into bed. It was..Sure fucking something seeing you chumps again.“

And with that you and Adam went after your children.

[brainrotcharacters]

Lifeline

ship: opla luffy x reader

summary: Luffy sees you hanging over the edge of the ship, holding nothing but a piece of rope in your hand.

a/n: remember when I said my meltdown felt finished? So that was a fucking lie. I wrote a comfort fic instead.

tags: sfw, one piece live action, reader is a devil fruit eater, suicide attempt, angst/comfort, friendship, the Strawhat crew is a found family, Luffy fulfills the caregiver role

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Everything was set into place. After such a long time, you finally controlled one part of your life.

Ending it.

You were going to do it during a clear night sky. There was the sounds of the winds against the sails of the Going Merry, and the lapping of the ocean waves against its magnificent hull. Usopp took great pride in keeping the ship in peak condition― it was easy to keep filling his mug with booze as he boasted about the ship, and it didn't take long for him to weave belowdecks to find his puke bucket.

Nami and Zoro were more difficult to put under, until a comment misheard by one of them led to another drinking game that ended with both of them unconscious under a table. Sanji helped you get them to bed, but when Zoro wrapped a massive arm around him, he was as good as pinned to the mattress with them. You ignored his pleas as you slowly exited the room, moving two barrels of dried meat in front of the door. Sanji's kicks are strong enough to break through wood, but the idea was to delay his movement, not stop him.

The rope in your hand strained as you lean further over the portside. Your feet remained on deck, but the rest of you teetered dangerously beyond the edge. As a Devil Fruit eater, you had a death wish, setting out to sea. Now you were proving everyone right.

"What are we looking for?"

Goddamn Luffy. You couldn't think of how to put him under, and now you were out of time. Luffy descended the ratlines at your right, eagerly squinting into the inky black ocean. "Are there any dolphins? Are they awake at night? I couldn't hear them from up at the crow's nest."

"Luffy..." you loosened your grip on the rope, the literal lifeline that kept you anchored to the ship. "Leave me alone for a bit, please. Sanji needs help with Nami and Zoro. They've been drinking."

"Sanji can take care of them." He planted his sandaled feet on the bulkhead, detaching from the ratlines. "He takes care of all of us. Even you."

Oh, the bastard. A forced, empty laugh escapes your mouth. "I feel the need to ask. Can you tell what I plan to do?"

He blinked slowly, and that's when you suspected he might succeed to persuade you against it. "Yeah. By the way, if you jump, I'm jumping in after you."

This time, you laughed more genuinely. True; in the short time that passed since you first joined, you knew Luffy had that type of personality.

Luffy smiled, simply happy that he heard your real laugh. The you that was his friend was still in there somewhere. "Y/n, please give me your hand."

He lifted his own, palm facing up. All things considered, he could use his ability and yank you back. But he wasn't that kind of captain―wasn't that kind of person.

"I'm out of place, captain." You keep your attention fixed on the ocean. It was easier than seeing Luffy's face. "I don't have much to offer anyone on this ship, least of all you. Joining you was a mistake."

"You don't mean that." Luffy had seen a similar devastation before. Nami, back when they helped free Coco Village from Arlong. "We like having you here. We all want to keep sailing with you."

A scoff splintered your throat on the way out. "What's your point?"

Luffy shifted on his feet, confused. The point? "You said you're out of place. Then, we'll make a place for you!" He thought they were already doing that, anyway.

He watched your grip on the rope slacken further. Only an inch of rope left before you fall to your death. Luffy scowled. "What about your dream?"

You roll your eyes, even as they prickle with tears. You say over your shoulder. "Someone else will be born and have the same dream. Let them fulfill it."

Luffy stopped himself from complaining about how lazy, how defeated of a thinking that was. Think like a captain. He told himself. "Y/n, no one else will pursue your dream the same way you would. That other person will do one thing differently than you, and you wouldn't be able to scold them for not following your lead. Because you chose to jump tonight."

The stars shimmered on the ocean surface tonight. You couldn't see where the sky ended and the sea began, only that it was dark. And Luffy was a red and blue and orange beacon within your reach.

"They won't..." You swallow the image that formed in your head. A child who didn't know any better, deciding to change one key element of your dream for the hell of it. "They won't pursue it how I would."

"Right." You heard Luffy take two steps closer. "So come on, Strawhat. Take my hand."

You find the strength to turn your head. Luffy's hand remained lifted, open and welcoming. Especially to the undeserving.

He offered you a tender, genuine smile. The softness reached his eyes. "We both know that when you take my hand, I will help you. All of us will help you, Y/n. But only after you reach for my hand."

He was cruel, your captain. This was him asking you to continue living. To continue suffering, to continue feeling pain. With him. With everyone. The annoying thing about Luffy was that he believed his crew has each other's backs, and actively made sure it became true.

Zoro was half asleep, but he still protected the back of Nami's head when they both fell on their asses under the table. Sanji complained about Zoro's weight on him, but still made sure his and Nami's necks were at comfortable angles. Usopp embraced everyone good night and sang garbled songs about how he found his courage with the crew, on his way belowdecks. When the singing stopped, the puking began. Sanji and you had chuckled to overhear it.

Goddamnit. You think to yourself, twisting fully and grabbing Luffy's hand.

Your captain grinned, pulling you close. His arms were solid as they braced around your middle, hand grasping your shoulder from behind. His face was buried in your hair, his next words muffled. "There we go. The crew is complete again."

[zentraex]

Wishing on World Wish Day is a funny thought. Magic doesn’t exist in our world. Still, trying doesn’t hurt, right? Maybe your favourite fictional character comes to life?

Remember: English is a lot different than German. I apologise for any grammar mistakes.

Trigger Warnings: Manipulation, Yandere, Mentioning of Masturbation, Stalking

From Another World

Monday, 29. April 2024

Dear Diary,

Today is World Wish Day. Normally, I don't believe in that, but what's wrong with giving it a try, right? After all, no one will know but you, so it's worth a try, even if it's just for fun.

I'm totally obsessed with this anime: "My Hero Academia". It's been a long time since I've watched the anime and yet I can't stop throwing my money out the window for merch. After all this time, I still read fanfictions about Katsuki. I wish someone like him would exist in real life, or better yet, he would exist, explicitly. Do you think he'd like me then? I hope so. I like him so much that my heart wouldn't take it if he hated me.

With red cheeks, you close the book and grin to yourself. It's a silly entry, but you still love to think about "what if..." situations.

And what better day to try than World Wish Day?

Maybe, just maybe, the wish will come true after all.

You giggle again, what a stupid thought.

_

A loud noise that you can't assign wakes you up the next day. Tired, you rub your eyes and glance at your phone's clock.

It's an hour before your alarm goes off and you need to get ready for school. Smiling, you lie down again, but the rumbling in your apartment startles you up.

Your parents are on vacation and you should be alone.

A burglar...

is your first thought. Your heart pounds against your chest as you reach for the baseball bat in your closet. It was a gift from your childhood friend. You don't have any contact with them anymore, but you find it difficult to detach yourself from things.

Who would have thought that it could be of use after all?

The sleepiness is completely gone and adrenaline is pumping in your veins. Completely in a state of euphoria, you are not even silent as you rush into the living room, club firmly in your grip and ready to strike.

Of course, the burglar notices you. Your footsteps are not quiet. But don't worry, someone like him would even notice you if you sneaked up.

It's dark, you can only vaguely see his head turned in your direction.

You swing with full power...

...

...

...

... but suddenly it explodes, your bat. The blast causes you to fall back to the floor of your room and the smell of smoke blocks your nasal cavities. Your breath is shaking and your body trembles.

Was the explosion real?

You don't even have time to think about it, because a few milliseconds after your impact, the burglar grabs you by the face and pushes your upper body down. You can feel how he puts pressure on your body with his legs, not only immobilizing you completely, but also causing you immense pain.

What do you do in such a situation?

Right! Crying and begging.

"T-Take what you want," you begin as fat balls of water flow through your face. "Just not the family pictures, my mother is very attached to them. Please don't take my beloved father's trophy either, he's so proud of them," you sniff. "A-and please don't take the necklace in my jewelry box. It's a family heirloom."

The otherwise silent room fills itself with your sobs as you tell him about the things that are worth so much to you and your family. He doesn't say anything.

You're scared. Your field of vision is blocked by his hand, it stinks of smoke, you are immobilized and everything hurts. All the while, the burglar is silent.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" he says after a while.

"Huh?"

The grip on your face comes loose and your watery eyes show you a blurry gray vision of a man. His voice sounds like Bakugou's.

"You kidnapped me, why are you begging like a baby now?"

It takes a while for you to be able to process the info. The last heavy drops roll down your cheeks and your vision are clearing. There is a man in front of you and he has light, spiky hair and a prominent face that you would recognize anywhere.

"B-Bakugou?" it slips out of you. "A Bakugou cosplayer?"

He looks and sounds one-on-one like Bakugou, your beloved anime character.

At the mention of his name, his grips tighten again, eliciting a whimper from you.

"I'll give you ten seconds. Tell me who you are and how you know my name. Why am I here?"

"I-I'm Reader a-and I know the character you're cosplaying because I'm a huge fan of him, a-"

He interrupts you by putting a hand on your mouth.

"Figure that I cosplay? I'm real."

Shit, I'm dying at the hands of a maniac...

He looks at you for a while before speaking again.

"I'm going to let you go now, turn on the lights. Don't do shit, you’ll regret it."

He doesn't let go of you until you nod. For the first time, you can breathe properly, but your limbs still hurt unbearably. On shaky legs, you walk to the light switch and then turn towards the person.

Now that you can see it closely, you notice that he looks like the real Bakugou down to the smallest detail.

Crazy...

When you look into his eyes, you notice how he looks around the room. Your whole walls are full of him, your bed is full of plushies, and your closets have a whole bunch of Bakugou figurines. Even your pajamas have a Bakugou pattern.

"Are you a stalker? Shit, ended up with a lunatic."

"What? No! I'm just a huge fan of him."

He then just clicks his tongue and crosses his arms.

"Stop talking like I'm not real."

In the meantime, your pulse has regulated itself again. Maybe that's why you find the courage to raise your eyebrows skeptically and cross your arms.

"No, you're not. Bakugou is a fictional character. You really need to get help, my friend."

Then he says with gnashing teeth: "No, I'm not."

"Oh, yes? How do you think I get all the close-ups of you?"

He seems to pause and steps closer to the images. His gaze scans them all: the moment he collapsed in front of Deku after fighting him, when he was kidnapped by the League of Villains and sat tied up in a chair, when he fought Deku and Ochako with Ida on the team, and many more. More precisely, all the defining moments of his life are glued to your wall, just not from his perspective.

He has to swallow as he lets it sink in.

Could you be telling the truth?

No way, right? He experienced it! He can feel and think, how can he be fictional?

But then why do you have all these memories?

Suddenly, he is plagued by a headache and nausea almost makes him spit up.

Was his life just a show for people like you? Was it never about saving lives? To be a hero? All his work, courage, heroic deeds were not self-willed, but written by someone?

But he's here now, isn't he? He's made it to the real world, so he's thinking for himself now, isn't he?

But how did he do it?

His gaze wanders to you, who looks at him expectantly.

It must have something to do with you. After all, he's in your house for a reason, right?

Did you bring him to life?

"Look, I'm serious. I'm real. The explosion earlier, can anyone else do that?"

Your eyes widen, you've totally forgotten about it in the heat of the moment. A normal person can't do that, so how did he do it?

You are silent and your silence gives him the answer he needs.

"See? Maybe I was fictional, but you must have brought me here somehow."

Me?

Your gaze wanders to your journal and the idea that your wish has come true pops up.

Can it be?

Impossible...

It was just a stupid thought, a little joke to yourself. Magic doesn't exist in your world, but how do you explain this situation?

Suddenly, your heart is beating like crazy and your body is getting all hippy.

Bakugou Katsuki? Real? In your house?

However, the fan-girl in you only comes out briefly when you realize that you're not just standing in front of your big hero in your pajamas, but he's standing in your fan-girl room.

You can't even put into words the shame you suddenly feel when the blush goes to your head.

"S-So you're real, huh?" you say quietly. "That's cool."

Nervously, you play with your sweaty fingers and quickly realize how overwhelmed you actually are.

What are you doing now? What's the best way to deal with the situation?

"What do we do now? My parents are on vacation, so you can't stay here forever."

He frowns thoughtfully and asks, "How long are they on vacation?"

"Four days to go. I don't know if that's enough to find a way to bring you back to your world...", you murmur.

Bakugou pauses for a moment.

His world, huh? The world in which he is only fictional, controlled by the ideas of a stranger.

Does he really want that?

_

By now you're at school and Bakugou is alone in your house, bored. The TV program only brings junk, which is why his gaze wanders around your room all the time – nothing better to do anyway.

Something has been confusing him since the beginning of his arrival...

This strange feeling...

This feeling of...

Pride?

Proud that he is being loved here like this. Of course, in his world he also had fans, but no real ones. It elicits a grin full of arrogance from him.

He wants to feel it, recognition, appreciation, love.

Without much thought, he goes out and runs in any direction.

You are home in a series of apartment blocks close to the city center. So, it doesn't take long until he hears the first people talking about him.

"Oh my God, look at this Bakugou cosplay! How good is that?"

"How well taken!"

"Can I take a picture with you?"

This goes on all the time.

In the beginning it feels good, very good.

But...

Something is bothering him....

That he is not recognized as himself, but only as a costume. He puts his hands in his pocket and walks back with an annoyed expression. Almost at your apartment block, you run into him.

While he remains as still as a board, you almost fall over when you two collide.

"Bakugou!" you breathe a sigh of relief. You look like you've been scared, your skin sweaty and your eyes wide open. "I thought you didn't like it with me or something..."

Something is happening in him again.

He can't even describe this feeling...

No matter what it is, he likes it, very much and he has to pull himself together so that he doesn't start grinning.

"What are you doing out here?"

"I've had a look around here."

You smile and nod in understanding. In the meantime, you have calmed down and can think clearly again.

"I wanted to go to the library today and see if there are some solutions to bring you back. Do you want to come with me?"

Then his brow furrows again and he clicks his tongue.

"I don't have time for that."

Instead of being sad about the answer, you have to giggle. You've already expected such an answer, after all, you know him – and you love him just the way he is.

"That's okay. Here's the key to getting up. I'll see you later."

Deep down, he hopes you can't find a way to bring him back to his world.

_

You didn't find a way, not even for the next four days. Your only guess is that you'll have to wish him back next year on World Wish Day.

Hopefully this will work out...

As much as you like him, your favorite character doesn't belong to your world. Here, he has no IDs, people only know him as a character, he can't live the life as a hero that he wants to and he doesn't have a place to stay.

His life would be a disaster here and you don't wish that for him.

But how do I make it possible for him to live here for a year?

Your front door rings and your face turns pale.

Your parents...

As you walk to your door with your legs shaking like crazy, you swear your heart stopped for a second.

"Reader, you should have told us about the current situation!"

...

"And you could have introduced us to your boyfriend earlier!"

What?

Your gaze wanders to Bakugou, who smirks at you while your mother hugs him.

"My poor son-in-law, you were afraid of ending up on the street after your parents died."

Your father puts a hand on Bakugou's shoulder.

"As long as you continue to treat my daughter well, you can stay here for eternity, Mania."

_

"I found someone on the internet who would fake all this paperwork," Bakugou says.

"Yes? This is good. Do you want me to come with you?"

He shakes his head.

"No, it's too dangerous."

You just nod silently, and turn to your wall.

Sighing, you begin to tear down the pictures on your wall.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm going to rip it all of. It's certainly creepy for you to see all the photos of you. You live here and I want you to feel comfortable."

"It doesn't bother me."

Surprised, you turn to him.

"Sure?"

"Yes."

You gaze at his laid-back form, missing out on his racing heart.

For some reason, he didn't like it.

For some reason, he panicked.

For some reason, he had started taking pictures of you as well...

_

"Today is your first day of school, excited?"

"No."

"Not a bit?"

"No."

"Not even a little bit?"

This time, you only get an annoyed look in response, after which you just laugh.

Bakugou then turns his gaze to the ground and fights the flush of his cheeks with a frown.

No matter how grumpy or negative he reacts, you always seem to be smiling.

He's noticed how well you seem to know him.

"You don't mean it."

And every time you were right.

No matter what he did, you always seem to like it.

Not even Kirishima accepted him as much as you did.

At school, he quickly realizes that you're incredibly popular.

Especially the boys seem to like you a lot...

Not even Kirishima accepted him as much as you did.

Since he's been in your world, he feels less and less like a hero...

When you leave the house, he follows you in the shadwos. The fear that something could happen to you is so big that he wants to lock you up...

He takes pictures of you all the time. If you take a shower, he'll sneak in and steal a few moments, only to be able to blow off steam later.

When you're sleeping, he lies down next to you without you knowing.

He takes advantage of your ignorant parents to be able to play "couple" with you.

Maybe that's his true self?

His gaze darkens as a classmate embraces you.

Bloodlust leaves him thirsty for violence.

Not even Kirishima accepted him as much as you did.

He’s sure you'll accept it that way as well.

[an-j8]

deep analysis of Fitz and Keefe's relationship ( it’s long) and the stages of how their friendship fall apart ( sorry bad english)

Childhood ( headcanon)

In their childhood, Keefe had a hard time making friends (given the cold environment where he lived), he was not at all popular, never spoke and was very shy. but above all he DID NOT CONFIDENCE IN HIM. (he was also a little harassed by the other children and did not dare to defend himself). The day he met Fitz he took him as his savior, Fitz was the only child who spoke to him and gave him strength. Whenever Keefe lacked the strength and confidence in himself Fitz protected him with his status and popularity.

Before idolizing Alvar, Keefe was OBSESSED with Fitz he had unfailing admiration for him he wanted to be like him while Fitz subconsciously loved to be loved and idolized (vacker syndrome) and also loved deep down the fact that Keefe was always in his shadow

that's why I drew Fitz holding Keefe's hand who was crying as a child ( just here ⬇️)

(many have taken it in a romantic sense because they blush and I don't think it's wrong because the border between friendship and love in childhood is very VERY small)

Fitz was the person Keefe told everything to he was his best friend his example etc.

Foxfire :

The year comes when Keefe skips a grade to land in Fitz's class. he is forced to go look for Sophie and is often absent in class (which is canon in the books) while Keefe is forced to face the others alone.

To remove this reputation as a weird boy who skipped a grade, he will start to make jokes and try to become friends with everyone until he hides his sweet and shy side (which comes out sometimes with Sophie or completely in book 9 where he loses confidence in himself). And every time Fitz comes back he sees Keefe becoming more and more popular and having more and more confidence in himself. (he will be proud of himself)

Just before Sophie comes: keefe has complete confidence in himself, he knows that he pleases and detaches himself a little from Fitz. he still considers him his best friend but his example now becomes Alvar with his somewhat insolent and sarcastic behavior (I remember he cheated on his girlfriends) Keefe thinks he is cool and Alvar becomes his idol

from the moment Sophie comes to the lost cities:

Keefe and Sophie become friends and Keefe inevitably falls in love with her. she becomes his diary, he tells her things he forgets to tell Fitz. Because he ONLY sees Sophie. Keefe begins to realize his family's situation and how lucky Fitz is. Keefe's inferiority complex resurfaces and he can't help but be jealous of him

On Fitz's side, a jealousy creeps in because Keefe moves further and further away from him until he tells Sophie everything and nothing to him.

Keefe joining the neverseen / Keefe and Fitz's friendship breaking apart:

Fitz no longer trusts Keefe. but above all it is important to note that he did not get angry when he learned what Keefe did but cried. Fitz also sees that Sophie still trusts him and perhaps says to himself "if I, who have been his best friend since childhood, can no longer trust him why SHE, who has been a simple friend for 2 years, has telephatic meetings and he still trust? what connection do they have? » Fitz feels like he's being replaced by Sophie, which will be confirmed later in the books. he is not only jealous of the fact that Sophie loves Keefe but also of the fact that Keefe loves Sophie more than him.

Fitz's words :

 “like you found out with your mother?" It's canon that Fitz vents a lot on Keefe. This pushed them away because even if Keefe pretends that it doesn't affect him, it destroys him internally and tires him a lot (especially as an empath)

the painting :

Keefe has returned to the lost cities and their friendship is no longer like it used to be. They act as if nothing happened and time passes

Unbearable jealousy coming from Fitz destroyed his character. he is mean to Keefe because he sees that Sophie prefers him AND that Keefe will always be on Sophie's side. “Of course he’ll always be on your side! Keefe always agrees with you! (he spoke in a harsh tone) it creates a deep loneliness in him.

I don't know if the idea came from him, but he decides to ask Keefe to memorize the memory of him and Sophie under the tree and then paint it. he knows it will hurt him, Fitz needs to hurt Keefe (a kind of silent revenge). He will then continue on this path by trying to kiss Sophie in front of Keefe. This will push them further away

Sophie and Keefe meet Alvar :

it is said that Keefe told Fitz about their meeting before he and Sophie talked about it. given Fitz's mind state after his conversation with Keefe the fact that it was KEEFE who met Alvar instead of him and in addition WITH SOPHIE makes him sick (I didn't develop it but Fitz also felt rejected when he saw that Alvar preferred Keefe to him which is normal)

Sophie and Fitz breakup:

they don't have time to talk because keefe is tortured right after in Loamnore.

Keefe only saving Sophie in his hospital room:

when Keefe gives the order for anesthesia everyone falls to the ground including Fitz. Keefe rushes to Sophie to help her and wake her up. he doesn't even think about Fitz. Fitz wakes up and complains about how bad his head hurts because his skull hit the floor (I have to check) I think it must really upset him that Keefe doesn't care about him so much.

Keefe running away from the lost cities and leaves no words for Fitz :

“And you and Keefe are? even though he ran away leaving everyone behind?! » when Fitz says "everyone" he is mostly referring to himself

“He had good reasons you know…” (Sophie)

"NO I don't know anything!" (fitz)

and that's true. Fitz knows NOTHING about Keefe's life how he feels about things. Keefe NEVER confides in him. he doesn't even tell him what he's doing, where he's going

simply because Fitz and Keefe are NO LONGER friends

Keefe and Fitz plan at the end of Stellarlune :

it is said that Fitz and Keefe communicated together after Keefe stole Sophie's dagger. So Keefe explained to him the plan he had in mind but I don't think they had time to reconcile. I don't think they will ever reconcile, there will always be a gaping hole in their friendship.

conclusion: I think Fitz saw Keefe replace him with Alvar, then with Sophie to the point of no longer existing. As for Keefe, his friendship with Fitz was tiring him psychologically.

[ateez-himari]

PRAY : HIDDEN FOOTAGE

A more private aspect of the relationship between the industry's producing sibling duo as camera follows them behind the scenes.

June 26, 2024 (6:30PM)

CONTENT WARNING: This article contains mentions of parental loss following a car collision, discussions of mental health, allusions to suicidal tendencies and talk of an unhealthy childhood. Please read at your own discretion.

To celebrate the one year anniversary of an emotional collaboration that also served as the very first solo release of a talented vocalist, BANGTANTV in partnership with KQ ENTERTAINMENT uploaded a two part documentary showcasing the process behind the single 'Pray' by Agust D and Himari. Throughout the years people have come to build these siblings an untouchable reputation through the title 'Hands of Midas', in reference to their incredible musical genius, so it was only natural for netizens to be interested in their work behind the scenes. However, it seems as though they received much more than they had bargained for when heartbreaking stories of the past were recalled by the artists to explain the mindset of each track.

In order to help viewers understand why the pair resemble each other in such a striking manner despite being linked legally rather than through blood, a short rundown of their history was given in the first few minutes. Prior to the tragic accident both families were very close friends and due to this bond the rapper has been in his younger sister's life since her birth, later playing a huge role in raising her following the adoption. While their parents were not detached from their lives, they did work a lot, and with the eldest living his own life it was left to the remaining brothers to take care of her. The girl's biological sibling however was dealing with a lot of physical as well as mental difficulties at the time, which meant that he was in no state to carry out such a huge responsibility.

'I was left with a lot of injuries from the accident so I couldn't move much at the time, and the grief put me in a really dark situation. Because she was still very young she couldn't deal with it properly and was always happy instead...so I couldn't find a way to approach her to take care of her.' Hanzo said in an interview with Cosmopolitan Korea

This paved the way into the conversation that took place while each wrote their respective verses in the side track 'Snooze', and here is what we now know. The middle brother took ever chance available to come home to her, yet these moments were unfortunately few and far between, leaving the family's youngest with no other option than to grow up quickly in order to adjust to an independent lifestyle in the midst of grief. In the refrain along with the first verse Agust D talks about acknowledging life's hardships, some originating from the music industry, all the while reassuring whoever is listening that it is alright to show weakness and lean on somebody.

'They're [the lyrics] what I would have wanted to tell you back then but looking at them makes me realize how much I missed.' Yoongi admitted. 'I regret it a lot you know, seeing that the more I came home, the quicker you seemed to grow up. You saw a lot of things because of me, all of them I wish to take back.'

The last piece of this statement was lightly touched upon in later footage, revealing that the young woman was made to take care of her brother rather often due to him being stuck in a very dark place at the time, leaving him too mentally distant to raise her, with certain anecdotes suggesting she might have been witness to events that were traumatizing for a mere child. While no speculations will be made on this very delicate matter, it is clear that something much deeper has bonded these siblings together, as the man who very rarely cries on camera could be seen tearing up holding his sister.

'When I listened to The Last, I remember throwing up afterwards.' Himari recalled. 'The emotions were just too much and I think it was my body's way of dealing with them, since I never truly got closure. I was terrified back then, having to pull you out this often, but I don't blame you for it. If anything I feel relieved that someone was there at the time, even if it had to be me.'

With the discussion that followed being extremely personal we have decided not to summarize it, so for those who wish to listen, it can be found at the 25 minute mark in the first part of the documentary which can be found on BANGTANTV. We advise viewers to watch at their own discretion as it contains mentions of attempted suicide and deep childhood trauma, as well as heavy mental distress. What can be said in short however is that we now understand why the maknae tends to act childishly, as there was never truly a time in the two year period preceding training that she had the opportunity to live as one.

While devastating aspects of their past were unraveled, most pieces of footage filmed on personal cameras managed to heal viewers' hearts as they showed their healed relationship, from playing around while creating to going out to cafes or PC bangs. Multiple instances of the young woman falling asleep on the couch in her brother's studio have been reposted on social media, as it led to the rapper caring for her as one would a child, demonstrating the amount of attentiveness he holds towards her.

'I raised her, so there's something more in how I see her.' He said in episode 20 of Suchwita [with Taemin] 'It's not a parental link or anything...but it feels like it sometimes.'

This nearly fatherly care for his sister was demonstrated through an anecdote in which her difficulties navigating the music industry with a near deaf ear were talked about, leading viewers to learn that due to the family's low financial status they were unable to afford a hearing aid for their youngest, seeing as they already had to pay the hospital fees. The girl being fully aware of their predicament had never mentioned need for it, yet Yoongi rapidly caught on to the struggles this new impairment brought into her daily life, such as extreme fatigue along with splitting headaches and so he set aside money following every paycheck earned during his delivery job.

'The song that fits us the most...' Himari pondered over the question asked in a solo segment. 'Maybe Mockingbird by Eminem, my brother used to play it a lot at home. There's a lot of regrets in the song, a lot of promises about protection and sacrifices just to make her [his daughter] life better. It was the same with us in a sense...I guess a good example is that back then he needed money but he saved so much just to buy me a hearing aid.'

That is not to say the youngest does not care for her brother to the same extent, as she would reassure the older artist by holding his hands when he talked about something especially painful, even wiping fallen tears whilst talking about how great a man he is. Food ordered for him would very quickly fill the studio and although claiming to have eaten well, the rapper finished every single dish, even accepting the soft pink blankets draped over him when producing sessions lasted into late at night. While not providing the same way as he had during their childhood, the vocalist shows her care through small actions that prove the amount of attention truly on him at all times.

Their heavy history is easily discernable from the way these artists embrace one another, as there never seems to have been a singular loose hug, never a moment where they did not treasure the simple fact of each other's presence. Although the rapper usually rejects skinship in front of cameras, he could be seen seeking it out throughout the documentary, always asking for a small kiss on the cheek whenever the youngest arrived or left. Sharp eyed netizens also noticed how the senior fidgeted with his rings when listening to the vulnerable lyrics written by his sister, while she on the other hand tended to zone out as if attempting to repress certain emotions.

Peace can be found through these pieces of media as the siblings have stated that despite these setbacks they have managed to find their own balance, and are now going about life with fresh scars rather than carrying old wounds. Strangely enough, having these many instances of them laughing with one another, both fandoms noticed that their smiles are practically identical which had led to sweet speculations about fate meaning for them to be one another's healing.

National Soccer Team Captain, Min Hanzo, made several appearances

With the relationship between the vocalist and her biological brother being kept away from the spotlight, it has left many wondering about whether they were truly close or if something was brewing behind closed doors that neither wished to address. This worry was however rapidly dismissed, as several videos of them inserted throughout this documentary reassured fans that the siblings' bond is even stronger than they had claimed it to be. While every single piece of footage was heart warming enough to spark conversations it was not what caught the attention of sharp eyed netizens, but rather a singular clip filmed by the rapper in which they could be seen playing basketball.

The reason behind the influx of speculative threads on the X platform was the fact that their scars from the accident seemed to complete one another's, as where the idol was marked on the right, her brother's much more prominent ones were on the left. The most popular hypothesis is that the older man would have allegedly pulled Himari into his chest in order to protect her from the impact, which seems rather convincing due to the fact that the difference in their injuries' visibility suggests he had suffered the brunt of the impact. Amateur detectives on social media also recalled that the soccer player had made a few references to the aftermath of this tragedy in the past, in which he recalls being impaired to the point of barely being able to move for days while his sister seemed to be relatively healthier.

Making History

While life has not favored these artists in their younger years, their current standing at the top of the industry reflects the diligence in the siblings' work ethic as several pieces of history have been written through their groups despite the incredible amount of challenges they were made to overcome. The senior idols are well recognized for having paved the way for future generations while their juniors are slowly catching up to their achievements, having become the first male group to perform at Coachella and the first k-pop act to grace the stage of Mawazine, the second biggest music festival.

'At times, staying in this career was terrifying.' Himari had said rather hesitantly. 'On more than one occasion I felt like it was the end, like the exhaustion was genuinely going to kill me the second I closed my eyes. So much went on behind the scenes, we would go from one schedule to another without rest and using oxygen masks to avoid fainting became common.'

Much more weight than simply performing rests on their shoulders as both hold the position of producer, alongside several members, which demands that they constantly create new melodies in the midst of their already overwhelming schedules. Their skills have no grounds to be questioned as other well renowned idols have turned to them for their own releases, the most blatant examples being soloist IU with Yoongi and SHINee member Taemin with Himari.

Closing Statement

This documentary was heart wrenching to say the least yet placed much more meaning on the single's tracks with clear connections to dark aspects of their past now being unlocked to the public, serving as a form of closure for these siblings as well. They have truly shown that trauma does not make up the entirety of an individual as both are now known for their intoxicating happiness, giving the audience a valuable lesson about mental health and healing.

REMINDER to keep streaming Golden Hour Part : 1 by ATEEZ and support Jimin's upcoming comeback 'Muse' releasing on July 19 at 1PM (KST) along with 'Type 1' photobook by V releasing on July 9.

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A/N; Please keep in mind that while Yoongi has talked about mental health in the past, this is not an accurate representation of what he has lived as this is purely a work of fiction!

[inmymagnetoera]

Anon from before again: hell yeah! Given your blog name magneto's a given 😭 I have a scenario in mind, but anything's good!

Maybe the reader refused Erik in Cuba? She couldn't abandon Charles on the shore like that, he'd already lost Raven. Generally angst/unresolved tension when they meet again on the airplane in DoFP, could be juicy material

MY FIRST X READER EVER.

However, I'm not very experienced in this genre, so I hope it's close to what you wanted. Btw Reader is gender neutral, I didn't use pronouns so anyone can relate to them!

(sorry if I didn't write anything too explicit, I didn't feel very comfortable doing it :')

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What about us?

"I told you to stay back!" Erik shouted holding Charles close to him as you felt your heart tear into pieces.

The two most important people in your life. The people who had saved you and taken you in after a lifetime of thinking you were alone, had just betrayed each other right in front of you, throwing accusations and punches, until that damned bullet hit your friend.

You approached slowly and Erik looked at you furiously, before his gaze became softer and more vulnerable, after all, that look was reserved only for you.

“Charles, oh my God…” you knelt next to Erik without looking at him and placed a hand on Charles’ shoulder.

They were talking but you weren't listening, too busy thinking about what would happen next: What would happen to your dream? Mutants united as a family? What would have happened to you and Erik?

As soon as you thought about him, the man stood up from his place next to Charles and looked at you.

"Let's go." He said holding out a hand to you. Behind him, Raven, Sean, and Shaw's goons looked at you.

"Go? Go where?" You said taking Charles into your arms.

"Far from here, to a place where mutants can become stronger." You saw it in his gaze, a little prayer that begged you to follow him, a look that told you that if you didn't follow him, he couldn't do it alone.

"Erik, I can't." You had tears in your eyes as you looked at him. That stupid helmet cast a shadow over his eyes. You saw his gaze change before returning to being cold and detached. He withdrew his hand.

"You've made your choice." He said angrily. But you knew, only you could know how hurt he was.

All the nights spent with him came back to you: The first time you saw him, with his brown leather jacket and his black turtleneck, the first time he saw you cry alone, hidden from everyone, and without a word he was next to you, shoulder to shoulder.

You remembered the time you saw him use his powers to create a steel rose, and how that same evening, you found a steel rose on your bed. You remembered the first time he took your hand and whispered in your ear. You remembered the tone of his voice the first time he confessed that he loved you.

When you stopped thinking, he was gone, a small cloud of sulfur rose into the air and, as you held your friend close to you, you thought about how you were going to wake up without Erik wrapped around you.

Ten years later.

The atmosphere on the plane was tense to say the least. The clawed man looked out the window (Logan, the man's name was Logan, right?) while Charles and Erik played chess.

The years after Erik's disappearance had been tough. Charles couldn't go more than a few hours without the serum. Alex left with one last hug for a war he didn't know if he would return from. Hank did what he could, but you couldn't help but feel useless every time you saw him without his glasses and his hands clasped around his face when he thought no one was looking.

When Logan had helped you free Erik, telling you that it was the only way to save his future, you hadn't hesitated, but when you saw him in that gray suit on the ground, after Charles had punched him, you didn't know what to do.

Was he still in love with you?

You hadn't said a word to each other since, but you hadn't missed the look he'd given to your soaked body in that kitchen.

Suddenly, Charles stood up and went to the bathroom, locking himself inside.

You and Erik were alone, inches from each other.

"Was it... difficult?" He asked softly.

“Yes,” you wanted to answer him

“Yes, it was hard to wake up every day without you, yes, it was hard to accept the fact that you were gone. You always told me that I was the most important thing in your life, so why didn't you choose me instead of your cause?"

“It could have been worse.” You said instead. He looked at you and after a few seconds nodded.

"I missed you." He said reaching out and taking your hand in his, running his thumb over the back of it.

You didn't speak, you were afraid that just opening your mouth would bring you back into his arms.

"It was the hardest thing in my life, choosing between you and the brotherhood. I know you most likely hate me but... I haven't stopped thinking about you for a second. One of the only thing that kept me going in that little cell of sponge and plastic was knowing you were still out here." He ran his hand down your arm, your heart felt like it was about to explode. No, you couldn't fall back into it that easily, if he wanted your forgiveness, he would have to do more than that.

"We'll talk about it when this is all over." You said as the bathroom lock unlocked and Charles returned to his seat. Erik withdrew his hand.

As you soared above the American skies, you wondered what would become of you.

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Yandere! Illumi Zoldyck NSFW Profile

Yandere! Illumi Zoldyck x fem! reader

CW: non/dub-con, kidnapping, emotional neglect, HEAVY breeding kink, pregnancy kink, exhibitionism, voyeurism, praise, threats, the Zoldycks are batshit insane, forced pregnancy, stalking, nonconsensual touching, somnophilia, congrats ur Illumi's sexual awakening, fem reader, MDNI

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HABITS:

Generally speaking, sex has not been a part of Illumi’s life.

Harsh training since childhood has left him detached and focused solely on killing, on completing a mission in the most thorough, efficient way he knows.

And while he knows what sex is, the general concepts and ideas, he’s never looked at it as anything more than a natural part of life, how a family is created – there’s no feelings of excitement or mystery surrounding it, no eagerness to try it out, or even fear for it. Rather, it’s simply a means to produce a child, and he’s completely satisfied with that.

He knows that as the eldest Zoldyck son, it’s his duty to produce an heir to keep the bloodline running, but he doesn’t invest too much thought into it or into exactly what it will be like to be inside someone else.

And really, once you step into his life, not much changes - at least at first.

You’re merely a fascination to him in the beginning, something that’s peaked his interest in a way that no one else has before, something that he wants to watch and study and observe.

He finds himself watching you more often than not, and while he catches you touching yourself fairly frequently, he doesn’t have any particular reaction to the sight of you with your legs spread, eyes squeezed shut and lips parted as you stuff yourself full of your fingers.

It isn’t that he doesn’t care, but he just doesn’t see why it’s something he should concern himself with, why he should put any emotional investment in seeing you moan and twitch as your fingers bring you to what he can only assume is your orgasm.

(Although, he doesn’t quite remember his mother mentioning anything about females being able to orgasm – simply that the male does inside of her, which will often get her pregnant and lead to a child.)

It’s completely sterile at first, but as his feelings begin to morph into something even he has to admit isn’t pure curiosity but rather something deeper, he slowly begins to view the idea of sex with you as something that will be a reality, something that will be happening no matter what. You’re to be his wife, the mother of his children, and as a result he will be fucking you.

He will be filling you full of his cum and impregnating you, hopefully three or four times in order to produce healthy, plentiful offspring.

And while it’s still clinical for the most part, all it really takes is a teasing jab from Hisoka to change his mind.

The clown will goabout how he’s so stiff, maybe he should get a bit more comfortable with his hand, no? After all, how will you produce an heir without knowing how to fuck first, hm?

Illumi doesn’t really mind his words, but as the seed gets planted in his mind, it’s slowly growing, until he realizes with a bit of a start that perhaps his friend was right.

After that moment, things begin changing. There’s a strange tightness in his pants as he watches you moan and arch your back against your bed. He notices the feeling has a distinct tinge of pleasure to it, the unexpected sensation making his knees ever so slightly weak.

There’s an odd throbbing sensation coming from his groin as his wide eyes take in the way you’re desperately rubbing at your clit, the way you’re chanting out for more, more, more, please! He mentally notes the feeling becomes intensified when he notices the way your thighs twitch and your breasts bounce slightly from the force of your fingers.

When he hears your strangled moans It’s odd, but as he returns home in preparation for a job he has scheduled early the next morning, he finds himself thinking that maybe, just maybe, Hisoka is right. How will he know what to expect once he actually has your naked and pliant body before him, perfectly poised to be fucked and bred?

He's surprised by the pleasure it brings him; a strange sort of numbing warmth, something he can feel in every nerve in his body, all the way from his toes to his fingertips.

He decides he likes it, with a small nod of his head.

And so, as he slowly begins touching himself somewhat routinely, Illumi grows more comfortable with the idea of fucking you, even going so far as to realize that if it feels this good for him, maybe it does for you as well?

You certainly moan like it, and as he falls into a dreamless sleep later that night, he realizes that maybe sex with you wouldn’t only be about getting you pregnant. Maybe, it could be about feeling good, as well.

It’s merely a hunch, something far off and dreamy in his mind, but slowly his sex life with his hand picks up, small thoughts and ideas of what it would feel like to be with you clouding his mind.

He finds that imagining you makes his body react in strange ways - his hips stutter as he works his fingers against his cock, the sensitivity of his body seemingly improved tenfold when your face flashing through his mind.

But Illumi finds himself not minding all that much; after all, you make his frozen heart thaw just the slightest, so why shouldn’t he embrace some of the other urges you give him, some of the other more primal, natural feelings you inspire within him?

He’ll be fucking you either way, and Illumi is completely expecting you to moan like that for him once you're actually naked with one another, to be just as loud and unabashed as you are when you’re touching yourself – so much so that unless he gets to moan and beg and cry out like he knows you can, he’s not stopping.

You’re his pretty little wife, and while he’ll be using you as a cumdump either way, it would be so much better if you at least pretended to enjoy it.

Because he gets a very late start to touching himself, Illumi hasn’t really developed any strong habits.

He has, unfortunately, witnessed many others jacking away through the years of his work. (He’s even killed a man mid-session, though he didn’t quite understand how the man didn’t hear him coming, seeing as he’d miscalculated and stepped on a slightly squeaky floorboard.)

He’s never taken the time to really rationally consider why they were doing that, why they were grunting and groaning and moving their fist so fast it looked nearly painful.

Illumi isn’t too sure, but as Hisoka’s words ring through his head and he stares at your vulnerable, defenseless, sleeping form, he can only blink and contemplate, remembering the way you’d looked earlier in the day.

He's remembering when you were fucking yourself with something long, silicone and loud, sounding as if it was vibrating. And while he’s never been one to really notice beauty or appearances, even he has to admit that something about you so freely moaning, your face screwed up in pleasure was pretty, a strange sort of attractiveness that he can’t quite put his finger on.

His nightly visits are normally not especially eventful; he stands watch at the foot of your bed, staring down at you with unblinking eyes, his hands staying firmly by his sides as the minutes roll into hours. The man doesn't move an inch as he watches you so innocently dream, your breaths somehow soothing him and lulling him into an odd state of tranquility that would normally unnerve him, but somehow he doesn’t mind if it’s you.

And so, while he approaches these nights with intentions mostly pure – aside from wanting to keep you locked up and forever his property, that is – slowly he begins getting more and more curious, more and more tempted to take Hisoka’s advice because maybe, maybe the man has a point, and Illumi would be able to preform better and therefore have a stronger chance of impregnating you if he were to know exactly what he’d be feeling.

The logic isn’t perfect, but as time passes the assassin finds himself not caring – and as the clock loudly ticks and passes through the three o’clock in the morning mark, slowly Illumi is blinking, his right hand twitching at his side as the images of your head thrown back into the pillows, thighs twitching as you moan and keen flash behind his eyelids.

The split-second decision is made in that moment, his hand coming up to tug down the front of his trousers, reaching in to pull out his still soft cock.

It’s pale, just like the rest of him, and as he stares down at his own flesh, his head tilts slightly – he’s never purposefully tried to get himself hard, his erections only coming and going throughout his journey in puberty, and nothing more.

His brows furrow ever so slightly, but his gaze floats back towards your face, taking in your soft lashes, the smoothness of your lips, the way your fly away hairs frame your skin so perfectly.

He traces the shape of your nose with his eyes, the curve of your neck, and before he even realizes it he’s reaching out, his cold fingers brushing over your cheek. He sucks in a small breath at the contact, the feel of your warm, soft body even lightly against his own making a strange shiver run down his spine, and with a start he notices an odd sensation growing between his legs.

A look down tells him that he’s reaching his goal, his cock swelling up slowly but surely as he continues to lightly touch over your body, caressing your curves over the sheets separating your pretty skin from him. He's never felt something so soft - your skin is warm, smooth, pleasant to the touch.

He doesn’t mind the sheets staying where they are tonight, but quickly Illumi grows frustrated with them, pulling them back to reveal your nightwear – or, if you prefer a more natural approach, your bare body. Immediately Illumi is imagining your stomach swollen with his child, your body round and ripe and so very fertile, all for him.

And with that thought, his cock is finally standing fully at attention, the tip a soft pink color with a thick vein running along the underside, all the way from the base up. He stares down at himself for a moment, slowly retracting the hand that had been touching you, and experimentally brushes his fingertips against his own skin.

His Adam’s Apple harshly bobs as he swallows, the strange sensation hitting him square in the chest as he brings his fingers down against his length once more, soon wrapping his fist around the base.

It feels good, Illumi notes with a distant sense of surprise – never had his mother mentioned anything about sex feeling good, and while your cries and moans from the many, many times he’s witnessed you get yourself off seemed like a good indicator of your feelings, he can’t help but be mildly surprised.

He begins moving his fist up and down, his gaze snapping back over to your sleeping, peaceful face. Precum oozes from his slit, the clear, sticky liquid being smeared along the length as he pumps his hand at a steady pace, making the otherwise quiet room fill with the dull thump of his fist against his pelvis, slight squelching noises accompanying the more bassy sounds.

His breathing is – admittedly – normal to most, but as he keeps his hand moving, the odd sensation building in his naval growing stronger and stronger, it gets a bit heavier, his breaths a bit more ragged.

He's not really thinking as he shuffles closer to the bed, standing so that his legs are pressed directly against the mattress, his cock being mercilessly pounded by his fist a mere foot above your head. It's as if his instincts have taken over - his fist is moving faster now, his subconscious yearning to move closer and closer to you, to close the distance between your bodies.

His dark hair is flowing around him in a wave as he hunches over, the sensation building and building and god, why does it feel so good, how does it feel so good and why is it getting stronger, is this an orgasm?

He’s not sure, but he doesn’t let up – his fingers are rubbing against his sensitive, swollen head again and again, the tightness in his balls only growing stronger and stronger until suddenly the pleasure takes a kick up, a strange sense of lightweightedness crashing through the assassin.

His cock twitches and thick spurts of cum shoot out, landing directly on your sleeping, tranquil face, staining your pretty skin an off white color.

He’s breathing hard at this point, though no moans have slipped out, but he quietly murmurs your name as he stares down at you, his cum coating your face in stripes and globs, the sight looking so strangely right, so indescribably natural that it has Illumi puzzled for a moment.

And suddenly, he’s realizing that Hisoka was probably right – if his hand had felt that good, then what must you feel like?

If he had slipped inside of you, felt you all around him for his first ever sexual experience, would he have come much too soon, finding his peak and shooting you full of his seed before he even so much as got to truly get you loosened up, ripe for conception?

He’s not sure, but as his hand stops moving and comes to yet again rest at his side, his now softening cock still hanging out of his trousers, he spends the next hour or so observing your face, committing the sight of you covered in his cum to memory.

Eventually, he makes sure that a tissue on your nearby dresser helps wipe away all the evidence of his activity, though as he stares passively down at the cum soaked material, he makes the sudden decision to not waste it.

It would be disappointing to not to put to use every drop of cum he produces, right?

It's valuable, a useful commodity for the future - and you're made for storing it of course, your body practically designed to carry everything he has to give you.

And so, with that thought in mind, he's pulling back your covers slightly and shifting your panties to the side, noting with a distant sense of surprise how warm you are, especially here.

He finds his eyes wandering a bit at your now partially revealed pussy - it's strange looking, he thinks, but yet there's an odd and unplaced urge in the back of his mind to prod between your folds, to run a finger through the wetness he can barely see, to understand just how warm you are inside.

He fights it, though; that can wait for another day.

And as his fingers smear the milky liquid along your lower lips, he can’t help but sigh in satisfaction and carefully tuck you back in.

You’re complete now, with his cum staining your pretty skin, and although it’s not buried deep inside your womb where it really should be, he’s satisfied.

For now.

And as he returns to your room again the next night, Illumi can’t help but wonder if he should in fact get more practice, if in order to make sure that he properly breeds you when the time comes, that he should be as used to his hand as possible so that he isn’t as surprised.

Illumi doesn’t know, but as the days melt into nights and he spends more and more hours with his cock in his hand, working away at orgasm after orgasm until he’s shooting blanks, he can’t find it in himself to wonder if he is in fact making the wrong move, if he's wasting his time.

But then, how can anything be wrong with you, if it pertains to your future offspring, his children that you have no choice but to bear?

He wants to best possible chance of conception with you, and if fucking his fist on a near bi-nightly basis is the best way to achieve this, Illumi won’t complain – after all, Hisoka wasn’t lying when he’d said it felt heavenly, and as far as the assassin is concerned, you are his heaven.

FAVORITE BODY PARTS:

Your hands

Illumi isn’t quite sure why, but there’s something about your hands that he slowly begins to love.

They’re so much softer than his own; warmer and smaller and gentler, free of the multitudes of calluses that litter his own fingers and palms.

You’re just so fragile compared to him, regardless of your size or height, and he feels that this is most reflected when it comes to your hands.

He loves his family, in a twisted, strange way, but Illumi has grown up to be the definition of touch starved – he’s never really been hugged, touched or held, and while he hasn’t ever given it too much thought or been especially upset about it, even he can admit that while it's foreign, the feeling of your hand against his arm holds a certain warmth to it.

It makes him stare down at your hand, confusion circling within him at the realization that it actually feels nice to have you touch him, to have your palm pressed against his bicep.

He doesn’t openly ask for affection, but as time goes on he begins craving the feeling of you touching him, especially with your hands. When you lightly grab onto his own, your smaller fingers intertwining with his bonier ones, it makes his heart do strange things in his chest while he figures out exactly how he’s supposed to be responding, what the book he read about common physical acts of affection recommends doing.

When you gently cup his cheek later on in your captivity, once you’ve finally accepted the fact that you’re never leaving him or your future as his wife, he’s staring down at you with those wide, disorienting eyes, the warmth of your hand seeping into his cold skin and making him melt from the inside out, unsure of what to make of the strangely affectionate gesture.

And of course, his love for your hands and being touched by you doesn’t just extend towards innocent displays of affection – no, Illumi very much loves your hands in the bedroom.

He likes it when you touch him; when you run your hands over the planes of his chest, tracing the defined lines of his abs, circling an areola with your fingertip.

He loves when you stroke him, your thumb coming up to tease his tip, smearing precum all along his length as you pump him, as you guide him between your folds.

He feels oddly wanted in those moments, realizing you want to touch him, making him stare at you in awe and fascination as you steadily bring him to an orgasm.

Your fingers feel so much better than his own, and when you lightly scratch at his back while he fucks you, when they tangle in the roots of his hair as he kisses you (still very cold cut, clinical kissing, but at some point you’ll be so starved for basic human affection that even his chapped, cold lips are better than nothing), Illumi can’t help but want to kiss you harder.

He can't help but want to make you come so hard around him that you black out for a few seconds from sheer pleasure. And once he sets his mind to something, there’s absolutely no way he isn’t getting it.

So be prepared; one tug at his long, silky black locks will be exchanged for at least three orgasms coaxed from your unwilling body.

His cock

The concept of having a favorite part of himself isn’t really something Illumi has ever given much thought to.

His body just is, years of hard training leaving him practically immune to anything and everything enemies could throw at him, and there’s never been a time that he’s looked into a mirror and ever really felt something about the reflection staring back at him.

He has no qualms with his physical appearance, but he doesn’t particularly like it either – looks are of no concern in his line of work, and really Illumi couldn’t care less.

But like many things in his life, the minute you manage to take a hold of his mind, body and soul, slowly Illumi finds that there indeed parts of him that he likes more – namely, his cock.

He's aware of the male expectations of size, girth and shape, but Illumi favors this part of his body not for those reasons - instead, simply because it's means by which to get you pregnant.

Impregnating you has been the plan from the start, since the moment he realized what the feelings stirring in his gut mean, and he can’t actually get you pregnant without his cock, without the cum that oozes out when he thinks of your body, when he touches you.

It’s a clinical thing, of course, except that it really isn’t – as much as he recognizes his purpose in getting you pregnant via sex, there’s another part of him that also loves just being inside of you, of being connected on such an intimate level.

He’s so touch starved, so robbed of physical affection without even being aware of it, and while sex isn’t exactly holding his hand or cuddling with him (both of which are things he makes you do during and after intercourse, however), it helps to sooth the void in his heart.

He feels oddly domestic in those moments, his heart doing strange things in his chest as he watches the way your little pussy swallows up his cock again and again, and when he murmurs something about you being so pretty, you take my cock so well darling, he’s being completely serious.

He loves the way you writhe and moan while he fucks you, how you respond so naturally to this part of him, how your body seems to call out for him and his length without you even really realizing it.

It’s euphoric to Illumi, and between the emotional aspect and the biological aspect, it’s really a no brainer that if Illumi were to be asked what his favorite body part was, he’d tilt his head and ask why, but eventually answer with a straight face - my penis.

He loves to be inside you and be so connected, and when you wind up pregnant a few weeks later, Illumi is overjoyed – because really, don’t you just look right with his child growing in your womb?

DRIVE:

Before you, Illumi’s drive was quite honestly non-existant. Of course he was aware of what sex was and it’s uses, but he’d never felt any desire to engage in it, to explore it in any sense of the word.

To him, it’s very much something that just exists, something that will service him later down the line when he’s helping produce heirs to the Zoldyck family.

He’s never been an avid fan of touching himself, of engaging in any sort of sexual scenario or situation, and for the most part he couldn’t be happier – or, at least, his version of happy.

It’s a tool for reproduction in his mind – which is why, when you come along and present yourself (unknowingly or not) as his future wife, he welcomes the idea of procreating with you, of actually depositing load after load of his cum inside your fertile womb until you’re swollen and heavy with his baby, his child marking you as a permanent belonging to Illumi himself.

It’s still mainly something he views as a tool for getting you to conceive, and he does right up until the moment he pushes past your soft, wet folds into your gummy, warm insides.

Suddenly, Illumi can’t help but sharply gasp, a startling look of honest to god emotion swirling in those bottomless depths of his eyes as he stares wildly down at you, shock and amazement at how wonderfully tight and warm and wet you feel wrapped around him.

He’s so, so very excited to learn that fornicating in fact feels good, that the mind-numbing pleasure that overtakes him with each drop of cum he sends shooting directly at your cervix is a byproduct of trying to get you pregnant.

And so, a monster is born the moment he fucks you for the first time – the realization doesn’t come lightly, but Illumi isn’t too bothered; you’re his sweet little wife after all, and isn’t it normal to want to be inside you at all times?

Isn’t it normal to be fucking you daily, not willing to end the night without a pool of off white, milky cum dripping onto the sheets between your thighs, your pussy not quite big enough to hold all that he has to offer?

He genuinely doesn’t see the problem, why he should tone down the frequency with which he takes you, why you're always telling him you're so sore from last night Illumi, please I don’t think I can take it again tonight.

He’s sympathetic, or at least as much as he can be, but all he’ll dignify your pleas with are a tilt of the head, a completely serious don’t you want to be pregnant? This is the only way, yes?

Then he's fiddling with his trousers, sliding them down toned, pale legs.

His drive goes from being nothing to absolutely sky rocketing all because of you, and really, shouldn’t you be proud? Shouldn’t you be flattered that Illumi Zoldyck, the assassin who feels nothing at all, wants so badly to fuck you, to be filling you with his cum again and again and again until you’re waddling around, his seed dripping down your thighs and sloshing around inside of you because he stuffed you so fucking full?

Shouldn’t you feel lucky that you make him horny, that you inspire such desperation to claim you from the inside?

Like many things in your relationship with Illumi, he has absolutely no concept of sexual boundaries, of lines he shouldn’t cross within the context of your body.

He’s genuinely of the belief that you belong to him, that you’re his wife, the future mother of his children, and as such your body belongs solely to him – every hair, mole, stretch mark, scar, birth mark, everything is owned by exclusively him, something that only he gets to touch and love and fuck.

And it’s only natural for him to start immediately trying once he gets his hands on you, right?

It’s only natural for him to pin you down the night of your forced marriage, to spread your legs and methodically push in, to fuck you as deeply as he can in order ensure the best chances of conception.

While he doesn’t particularly enjoy the sight of you in tears, your sobs filling the air between the two of you, it won’t deter Illumi from his goal. He will come inside you, fill up your womb with hot, potent cum until it’s leaking out of you whether you like it or not.

Though the second he sheathes himself fully inside for the first time, he falters slightly – if only because he did not expect for you to feel this good, to be this warm and wet and tight and so fucking perfect around him. He’s frozen for a few seconds, his lean form above you tensing up as his hips stutter, his eyebrows drawing together and upwards, lips parting as a small groan of your name tumbles past them.

In the span of those few seconds his dark, impossibly wide eyes are staring down into your own, wildly searching your gaze for something that even Illumi himself is unsure of.

You just feel so good, and while he normally has impeccable self-control, he can’t stop himself from suddenly plowing into you like a mad man, pummeling his hips into you hard enough to leave you sore for days. He ruts like an animal into you, the slapping of his balls rhythmically lulling you as slowly the pain morphs into pleasure.

His gaze never wavers from you – he’s watching every move you make, listening to every noise that slips past your lips, and as his release approaches, suddenly he’s fucking you even harder, determination to come inside you hitting him square in the chest and making him feverish.

His face is tinged just slightly red as he stares down at you, his mouth open as he lightly pants, a few drops of drool plopping onto your bouncing breasts, and suddenly the peak is reaching a high, the sporadic tightening of his balls becoming too much, too much too much –

He’s coming inside you with a small grunt, his entire body twitching as ropes of milky cum shoot into your used, battered cunt. Illumi is shocked, really, at how good you feel, and the moment that he pushes inside you for the first time your fate is sealed.

You will become Illumi’s personal cumdump, something he fucks on a daily basis without fail, though he likes to think of you as a bit more than just somewhere to stuff his cock.

You’re the future mother of his children, the woman with which he plans to keep by his side for the rest of his days.

Illumi quickly grows addicted to having your lovely little cunt wrapped around him, and lucky lucky you gets to have a fresh load of warm, sticky cum ready at will, supplied to you with the most eagerness you’ve ever seen out of the emotionless man.

I love you, his voice cracks slightly as his orgasm washes over him. Tell me you love me, tell me you want me as badly as I need you.

KINKS:

Breeding

It’s expected, in all honesty.

Illumi has been told and held to the expectation all his life that he’d eventually produce an heir for the Zoldyck family, that he’d be prolonging the bloodline and lineage by providing a few children of his own, and he fully intends to uphold this idea.

He will be getting you pregnant, fucking you over and over and filling you up with as much cum as he possibly can, if only because he wants to make absolute sure that in nine quick months you’ll be holding a small bundle in your arms, a familiar pair of dark eyes closed while the child nurses on you, Illumi standing by your side and watching his first born so lovingly be provided for by its mother.

It starts out as a devotion to his family, a promise of duty he finds no fault in, but the first time that Illumi pushes his way inside of you, your soft, warm, wet walls hugging him, clenching down on him hard enough to leave him genuinely breathless, suddenly Illumi’s concerns with fucking you, with getting you knocked up become important on a much more personal level.

All memories of his familial duty wash away as he plunges his hips into you again and again, his dark hair falling in waves around him as he stares down at you with an intensity that has you shivering in unease, the raw focus leaving you squirming as he fucks you hard enough to physically mold your cunt to the shape of his cock, if only temporarily.

Illumi quickly discovers that not only does he feel pressure to get you pregnant, but he wants to, as well, something endlessly puzzling to the assassin. Wanting is something he’s never really experienced, but each time he has you lay down onto your shared bed, your body completely nude while you obediently grasp the back of your knees and pull your thighs up to rest flush against your stomach and breasts, even he can’t deny the wave of lust rolling through him, the carnal urge to breed hitting him square in the chest and making him eagerly line up his drooling tip with your entrance, pushing in without a minute to spare.

He isn’t especially vocal during sex, instead much preferring to have your sounds and cries fill the room while he fucks you through orgasm after orgasm. But as he gets closer and closer to his high, he slowly begins to lose his composure because fuck, how can anything feel this good?

It’s when he’s within a minute or so of coming that the dirty words might slip out – grunts and growls of how he’s going to fuck a baby into you, how he will get you pregnant, your stomach round and breasts swollen so everyone will know you’re mine.

His words themselves aren’t especially sexy, but while you may still be fighting him every time he pins you down and fucks you hard enough to leave you crying, even you have to admit that there’s something slightly attractive to hearing the normally so stoic and emotionally detached man’s voice crack slightly, a stutter in his hips as his voice runs high, the words clipped and intermixed with grunts and a groan or two, if it’s the second or third round.

You’ll hate yourself for it, but there’s a strange sense of pride that comes with knowing that you’re able to affect the infamous Illumi Zoldyck, that he’s exhaling sharply and humping you like a wild animal all because you feel good, all because his desire to pump you full of his cum and his children is enough to have him hurtling forward, chasing orgasm after orgasm.

And really, he will stop at absolutely nothing to make sure that his fantasy of knocking you up comes true, that his hard work and effort comes to fruition, and the moment you realize you’re expecting?

Well, Illumi wants to make sure you stay perfectly still, not moving a single inch so as to make sure the baby stays healthy and strong and perfect.

Though, there is a huge part of him that grows harder to ignore as time passes and your stomach grows rounder, your breasts growing heavier and starting to leak, that wants to pin you down and you fuck you until you’re screaming about how your cute little pussy belongs to him, that he owns you and the baby growing inside you and no one else will ever get to you touch you ever again.

You inspire such possessive, insatiable feelings within him, and while he’s normally a bit more subtle about his desires (that is, if you can call him watching you from the corner of the room every moment of every day subtle, if you count him constantly touching you and keeping a hand on your body discreet), the moment he’s buried himself inside of you, your fertile, warm, wet cunt milking him for all he’s worth, how is Illumi not supposed to give you every single drop of cum he possibly can, every ounce of pleasure he can possibly deliver?

His mask of careful numbness and stoicism slips when he’s coming inside you, when he’s sending spurt after spurt of warm, potent cum directly into your womb, his cock buried as far as possible inside you while his dark, intense eyes stare right into yours.

He's panting and groaning and whispering how you’ll be such a good mother, my wife, the sound ringing in your ears, playing like a broken record as he stuffs pillow under your lower back and ass.

He's careful to prop your hips up to keep everything inside, forcing you to stay in the position for hours as his cum slowly seeps into every nook and cranny of your pussy, coating everything in a thin layer of white, a thin layer of total ownership, something that your baby bump will only further.

Praise

Illumi isn’t especially vocal in between the sheets.

(The first few times he’d fucked you, the silence had been nearly unbearable – just the sound of his balls clapping against your ass, the squelching noises as he sinks in and out of you, the little whimpers and gasps and sobs from you as his dark hair brushes over your shoulders, his face mere inches above you.)

He’s quiet, save for the few moments right before he comes, though he quickly learns that while silence is fine and he doesn’t feel a single trace of the awkwardness practically eating you alive, the moment you start moaning?

When you start letting out little whines of his name, your teary eyes squeezing shut as your mouth opens into that pretty little ‘o’, he’s frozen for a moment, honestly a bit confused at why you’re suddenly making noise.

It’s not that he doesn’t like it – on the contrary, there’s a part of him that loves to see you so affected by him, to know that it’s Illumi himself making you cry out and whine and bite your lip hard enough to leave it swollen and puffy.

And when, one day as he’s pushing your knees up to your ears and pounding into you fast enough to have your breasts bouncing in every direction, as you wantonly cry out ngh, there – there Illumi please, feels so good! it’s like there’s suddenly a switch being flipped, a sudden urge eating away at him to hear more more more because fuck it all if you don’t sound fucking perfect moaning his name like that.

He likes to know that what he’s doing to you feels good, that he’s servicing you as he should, that you’re happy with him.

It’s such a foreign idea, but with the way that all the emotion he feels – what little that is – feels overwhelming in the moment, the love and adoration and lust for you potent enough to be physically felt, he finds that he doesn’t care, that all he can focus on is making you come around his cock, his fingers, his tongue.

He quickly learns to love hearing your praise, hearing you call out various encouragements, strangled moans and pleas for him to go harder, faster, deeper, anything at all.

And while he’s normally a control freak with you, desperate to be in charge of every possible little thing, he genuinely can’t deny himself when you’re begging so prettily, when you’re looking up at him through teary, hazy eyes, your mouth open wide as you gasp.

He can’t stop himself from wanting to see the way pleasure engulfs your expression when you come, how your body convulses and your walls flutter around him, and when you’re chanting out incoherent yes's and other affirmations of how good he’s making you feel, how can Illumi not take pride on how he’s turning you into jelly?

It stems from his lack of being praised all throughout his childhood and life up until you showed up – he’s so unused to being told he’s doing a good job, getting validation for his effort and skill. And once you start regularly giving it to him, especially during something as intimate as sex, Illumi is honestly hooked.

Not only does his cock swell when you tell him that it’s so good, gonna come ‘Lumi, you’re gonna make me come – but his heart does as well.

He feels most loved in these moments, in these moments where it’s so plainly clear how well he treats you, how he takes such good care of you, and he will be using your tendency to praise him to his absolute advantage.

You’re acting like a spoiled brat and throwing a tantrum because he hasn’t let you outside for a few months?

Well, don’t you remember who begged for him like a whore last night, who told him his cock was all you’ll ever need?

He’s throwing your words back at you, making sure you understand that each and every praise you give him, every affirmation of how he makes you feel so good is interpreted as so much more than just between the sheets.

Obviously you’re telling him, in your own stubborn way, that you love him as well, that you’re happy with him.

And really, at his core, that’s what Illumi wants – to own you and to make you so fucking happy.

Marking

He's possessive.

There’s no two ways about it – Illumi firmly and wholeheartedly believes that you’re his, that you’re his property and his to do whatever he pleases with.

And while he’s sure his family will recognize this and – for the most part – respect it, there’s still a part of Illumi that has to make absolutely sure that there’s no possibly way that anyone could ever mistake it, that anyone could ever confuse you as being anything other than his wife, his lover, his his his.

And while he’s sure to show this in other ways, one of his favorites is to leave you absolutely covered in his marks in the bedroom.

He’s never really understood the point of kissing. (And honestly he mostly does it to indulge you, despite you never once claiming you wanted it – who would want cold, frozen lips pressed against yours for near on two minutes while wide, dark eyes bore into yours form less than an inch away?)

He doesn't really understand hickeys either, but the first time he starts kissing your neck and accidentally sucks too hard, Illumi is absolutely giddy.

Seeing your skin bruise because of his lips and tongue helps to quell the possessive fire raging inside of him every time he so much as even thinks of the idea of another man looking at you, and the way you shiver and gasp as he kisses your neck and shoulders, the startling juxtaposition of his cold lips and warm tongue?

Well, Illumi is normally not one to be swayed by the reactions and desires of others, but there’s just something in him, some primal urge that he can’t fight that tells him to keep going, to pull more of those little whimpers and trembles out of you, to keep marking you up as his territory, as something that belongs completely and solely to Illumi Zoldyck.

He’s littering every square inch of your body with hickeys, making sure to leave a variety of sizes and intensities, just to make sure that there’s absolutely no chance of them being misinterpreted.

And after receiving a few tips for how to make you enjoy sex between the two of you more (a topic that Illumi, surprisingly, brought up, if only because he’s heard that female pleasure helps bring about successful conception more efficiently), Illumi decides that he should try and kiss you more while he’s inside of you.

He decides that he should lick and suck at your neck while his cock stretches out your cute little cunt, dragging against your walls in such a way that you can feel every single ridge and vein. And the moment Illumi finds your sweet spot?

Well, it’s honestly over for you – the second your breathing gets even a bit heavier, the smallest of pleasured hums tumbling past your lips, immediately Illumi is mercilessly attacking the area, leaving your skin purple and sore as his grip on your grows tighter, his desperation to make you come nearly tangible.

Really, Illumi is a possessive man, and if you want to keep him happy and satisfied, just let him mark you up – let him suck hickey after hickey against your skin, endure the disgusting way his tongue lolls against you, his lips smacking and circling around your vulnerable skin like some sort of predator.

It’s odd and a behavior you’d never expect from Illumi, but if you ever ask him why he seems to like it so much, he’ll just turn to you and say, doesn’t everyone like marking what’s theirs?

OTHER NOTABLE KINKS INCLUDE:

Face Fucking

Illumi has never quite understood the reasoning behind oral sex.

To him, it’s just never made sense; isn’t the point of intimacy and sex for reproduction? The mouth has no part to play in impregnation, so why is it something that people do?

It’s just a whole question of confusion for Illumi, something that he deems useless and therefore not worth the time thinking about, but the moment you kneel down in front of him and paw at his trousers, he decides to maybe give it a chance, just to see what everyone seems to love about it so much.

It’s not like you want to suck him off – you’re just so scared of him, so nervous to displease him (and the pins he keeps on him most of the day do very little to dispel this fear) that it forces you to tug his trousers and boxers down, giving him a few steady pumps as you mentally prepare to likely choke on his cock.

And the second that your tongue licks a strip up his underside, following a prominent vein?

Well, Illumi can’t help but inhale sharply eyes closing briefly to let the new sensation wash over him.

But oh - oh, when you take the very tip into your mouth, lips softly wrapped around the base of his head, your tongue darting out to lick at his slit and catch every drop of precum?

Well, Illumi isn’t one to lose control easily, but when he bucks his hips with a small grunt, he can’t help the way his length sinks inside your mouth, how his tip bumps against the back of your throat while you gag and choke, tears stinging at your eyes. 

He’s grabbing your hair and forcing you to stay still as he moves his hips in and out, in and out, in and out until his balls are clapping loudly against your chin, the need to breath overwhelming while he throws his head back and whispers your name. 

He grows to love getting head from you (though it’s much more of him just using your mouth rather than you really having a major role), but Illumi will never ever come in your mouth or down your throat - how could he waste a perfectly good load of cum to anywhere but your pussy?

Every drop must wind up between your legs, so as he sharply pulls out of your mouth, leaving you to sputter and cough, he pushes you forward and gets behind you, giving himself a good few pumps before plunging into you and sending rope after rope of sticky white inside. 

It’s euphoric in a sense to him, something he ends up loving, and so by panicking and giving him what you thought would be a one time blowjob, you’ve essentially unleashed the monster that is Illumi with your mouth.

But how can he fight it, when you look so fucking pretty with your lips wrapped around his swollen cock, your eyes teary and your hand covering all the area you can’t quite fit inside? 

He can’t.

Overstimulation

Illumi doesn’t mean to overstimulate you, but it’s something that frequently happens between the both of you in the bedroom.

He’s a trained assassin, someone with incredible amounts of drive and focus, and when his immense stamina is thrown into the mix along with his obsession with coming inside of you?

Well, it’s a recipe for at least two hours of straight fucking, and Illumi learns very quickly exactly how to make you feel good.

(Though most of that is through asking his father, because ‘it could increases the chances of conception - so, what exactly is a clitoris, father?’.)

His fingers are constantly rubbing small circles against your clit, his mouth attacking your neck and shoulders, even coming down to suck a nipple if he’s feeling especially lost in the moment. 

It’s strange to see him so cognizant of your pleasure considering his perceived indifference to most other emotions you experience, but Illumi makes absolutely sure that each time he comes, you’ve come at least once before.

Naturally, this leads five, six, seven orgasms a night for you, the stream of pleasure never ending and bordering painful as he just keeps going and going and going.

It gets to the point where you’re sobbing, scratching at his back and too fucked out to say anything but his name and little whimpers as his onslaught on your body never stops, the pool of cum staining the bedsheet below you growing larger and the larger the more he fucks it back inside of you. 

And while he doesn’t particularly like the way you whimper out please, please Illumi no more, I can’t!, the drive to see you pregnant and swollen with his child is just too much for him to ignore, too strong for him to consider pulling out. 

And, of course, the faces you make when he fucks you just right are something Illumi never grows tired of seeing - the ecstasy written across your features, the way your mouth falls open, your brows pulling together and your head thrown back...

The knowledge that it's all because of him - that he's the only one on your mind...

It’s a sight for sore eyes, and one Illumi plans to see at least five times a day - he just loves you so much, and doesn’t it show through his dedication to make you come, to make you scream his name for the entire Zoldyck mansion to hear? 

BIGGEST FANTASY:

Illumi really, really wants to get you pregnant. It’s a mixture of the familial duty weighing down on him along with his honest to god desperation to fill you full of his cum, to stuff you so full of his cock so often that your body swells and plumps up all because of him.

He wants to see the way your body changes, how your stomach grows rounder and your breasts heavier, how you become more and more dependent on him until you’re forced into bedrest, too close to your due date to do anything without his assistance.

It’s a dream come true, something that Illumi actually finds himself wanting, as foreign as the concept is.

And his family wants it too – Illumi knows this, the daily comments from his father about whether you’re with child yet? Are you properly breeding her, Illu? You must produce an air, making it more than clear exactly what the expectations are.

And Illumi wants to make his father proud, to make the family happy with his progress with you – which is why Illumi really, really wants to fuck you in front of them.

He wants to show them exactly how he stuffs you full of his cum every night, rolling his hips into yours slowly and steadily to push every drop as deeply inside you as possible.

He wants to show them how your sweet little pussy is leaking all over the bedsheets, a stead dribble of white from between your legs as he robotically holds you against his chest.

He wants to show them how your body convulses when you come, your muscles twitching and your face screwing up and pleasure, your cries all high and desperate and all for him.

It’s the ultimate fantasy to him, and Illumi will force you into it, whether you want it or not. It’s just so romantic, isn’t it, to be watched by the people he values most as he fucks a baby into the person he loves the most?

“Remember Illu, it’s not a race. It takes time.” Silva’s voice sounds around the room, making you shiver and stare at Illumi in confusion, watching as he only nods towards his father, before turning towards you.

              You weren’t sure what you expected to find when your husband brought you into the larger spare bedroom for tonight, his words an ominous ‘I have something new planned’, but you most certainly weren’t expecting to see the entirety of the Zoldycks present with the exception of Alluka and Killua, lounging about in overstuffed, soft padded chairs at the edges of the room. The large, four poster bed sat in the middle of the semi circle they’d formed into, the satin maroon sheets pristinely pressed and tucked in to look flawless – if you hadn’t been as nervous and scared as you were in the moment, you would’ve found the sight inexplicably satisfying.

              “C’mon, we don’t have all day big bro.” Milluki rolled his eyes, tapping his finger impatiently against the black leather cushions of the loveseat he was perched on. Your brows furrowed, hands coming up to your chest as you implored Illumi to explain with your eyes.

              As an answer, he merely strode over to you, placing a cold hand against your thinly clothed shoulder, a small quirk of his lips playing as he murmured to you, “Well love, what are you waiting for? Why don’t you strip and let me show my family how properly I breed you?”

              The air felt punched out of your lungs, eyes going impossibly wide at the implications of his words. You were supposed to be fucking, all while his parents and siblings watched from a few feet away? All to make sure that he was doing it thoroughly enough to knock you up?

              Bile rose up the back of your throat.

              At your frozen state, Illumi’s smile dropped slightly, his fingers tightening their hold against your shoulder. “Don’t worry my dear, just pretend as if they aren’t here. Now, strip.”

              And if the months of captivity and the splatters of blood you’ve seen across his clothing have taught you anything, it’s to follow exactly what Illumi Zoldyck says, no matter how much it makes you feel like crying. With nimble fingers you tug your shirt off, Illumi’s instance of you never wearing a bra around the Zoldyck estate (for comfort, he’d said, and you must get used to quick access for when our child eventually comes along) making your nipples perk up in the freezing air of the bedroom.

              You can see Milluki lick his lips from the corner of your eye, your gaze fluttering closed immediately after to stifle the tears threatening to well up.

              Your pants come next, followed quickly by the panties that Illumi insists you wear (mostly silk numbers, varying shades of jewel tones with a cute little bow in the front – you’re like a gift all for him to open and enjoy, as he says), leaving you completely naked as Illumi hums in approval.

              “On the bed dear, you know the way I like it.” His words are calm, but you’ve known him long enough to know that the slight lull upwards betrays his excitement, as if his pants and the furiously hard cock straining against them weren’t enough of a clue.

              With a gulp and a mental chant of ‘just do it, don’t fight it’ running through your mind, you clamber onto the bed, sitting up near the pillows and tucking your knees to your chest, watching as Illumi quickly strips himself bare. Kalluto’s eyes briefly wander down his brother’s body, clear curiosity swimming in them – you don’t necessarily blame him; the rock hard erection standing up against his stomach, with its tip bright red and leaking and the prominent vein running along the underside eye catching even to you.

              Illumi’s dark hair flows over his shoulders as he comes to stand at the edge, giving his cock a few idle pumps as he stares down at your seated figure. “You know this isn’t what I meant. Now, be good for your family and show them how I fuck you.”

              With a small hiss of air through your teeth, you reluctantly do as he says – moving onto your back, head resting against the pillows as you slowly loop your arms under the back of your knees, bringing them up to press against your shivering breasts. The position leaves your cunt bare and on display to the members of his family present, the angle both humiliating and disgusting as you hear Silva hum.

              “Oh Illumi dear, why don’t you have her shave? It’s hideous – look at the hair! Disgraceful, you shouldn’t have to touch such filth –“ Kikyo raves, waving her arms around in distaste as she gazes upon the tufts of hair growing from around your pert little hole, but Zeno sends her a sharp look, making her immediately shut her mouth, scowl and cross her arms.

              “Let the boy do what he will. If he enjoys her this way, your nonsensical opinions shouldn’t deter him.”

              You cringe at the mixture of Illumi moving to hover over you and the way his family speaks as if you weren’t there, as if you were nothing more than a pet. A cold palm presses against your cheek, making you peel your eyes open to stare up at the wide, dark gaze of Illumi, mere inches from your face.

              “Are you ready, my love?” He asks, making you mentally scoff. As if he’d care whether you were or not – not when his family’s stares weighed heavily upon the both of you.

              Gulping, you nodded, moving to tighten your grip behind your knees as he guided his tip against your clenching hole.

              “Go slow, Illumi. Let her get used to you first.” Comes Silva’s voice, steady and calm, only to immediately be juxtaposed by Milluki’s overly excited, over eager one.

              “Fuck that, make her scream! I wanna see her cry!” Illumi’s face visibly hardens at that, anger swimming in his eyes as he gently pushes in, sucking the air right out of your lungs at the stretch.

              He’s not especially big, but you feel as if you’re being split open with the way he drags against your walls, the length seemingly never ending as it just keeps coming and coming and coming.

              A soft gasp tears past his lips, just as it always does each time he slips into your wetness, and you peek up at him through your clenched eyes to see the way his brows tug together ever so slightly, lips parted while he stares down at you.

              He stills as he bottoms out, despite the irritated comments of his younger brother, and he takes the moment to cup your cheek once more and place a chaste kiss against your lips. “Let’s begin. I do apologize now, my love, because tonight I’ll need to be extra aggressive – you understand, surely.”

              And with that, suddenly his hips are moving at a lightning quick speed, pounding into you with such fervor that the sound of his balls clapping against your ass never seems to end. The lewd squelching noises fill the air as you writhe and cry out, your body slowly growing used to the blinding pace as Illumi stutters a groan and buries his face into your neck.

              Kikyo is cheering, clapping her hands together and singing praises of how her eldest is ‘so capable, a perfect example of a Zoldyck’, Zeno merely watching in silence, Silva making small comments here and there guiding Illumi to rub at your clit, to make sure that you come as well because the chance of conception will increase.

              Kalluto is mostly silent, just watching with wide eyes, while Milluki spews comments and commands about how Illumi should go faster, harder, make your tits bounce and make you squirt.

              All the while, Illumi’s hips smack into yours again and again, his pace consistent as he follows his father’s advice and nimbly rubs shapes against your clit, spelling out his name while his lips lightly suck at your neck and shoulder. He’s pushed your legs up in such a way that his family behind him has a perfect view of his cock slipping inside of you, of his balls ruthlessly clapping against you as you steadily come closer and closer, despite the acute feeling of being watched.

              And as Illumi groans and clenches his fist against the pillow under your head, suddenly Milluki is clamboring to his feet, followed by Silva as they approach either side of the bed. Silva’s eyes are cold, staring down at you while he watches his son rearrange your guts, fucking into you hard enough to leave you sore and disoriented. His arms are crossed, every emotion wiped from his face as Illumi’s hips lightly stutter, the labored breaths in your ear telling you that he’s close.

              Milluki, meanwhile, is leaning in as close as he can, dark eyes narrowed in on the way your breasts bounce at the force of his thrusts, the way your mouth gapes open like a fish as you moan and come around Illumi’s cock. He’s shameless, the way his hand comes down to palm and grip at his clothed erection, but you can’t find it in yourself to care as Illumi fucks you past your state of oversensitivity.

              “I-illumi I -hngh, oh god –“ You’re babbling, back arching as he gives a few final thrusts, each accentuated with a sharp exhale of breath, before suddenly spurts of warm, sticky cum are shot into you, his cock nestled as deeply as it can while he pulls back to look at you, his wide eyes swirling with a strange sort of desperation as they gaze at you.

              You’re breathing hard, chest heaving as you get caught in the intensity of his gaze, but the sudden sound of clapping draws you out of it. Your wild eyes dart to the side to see that Zeno has joined Silva, staring down at the both of you with a smirk. Illumi makes no point to turn his head, but you can feel the way his body tenses, his fist dangerously close to crushing you along with the pillow in his grasp.

              “Well done, well done. I’m sure we can expect a new heir in nine months.” He praises, and you watch as Illumi relaxes slightly, only to bring a finger up to softly boop your nose, an action that has you blinking in confusion at his sudden softness.

              “Now, do it again.” Zeno commands, watching the way your eyes widen and Illumi straightens his back, preparing himself to once again pound you into dust.

              But as his hips begin moving once more, he leans down to your ear and whispers, “You did well, I’m proud of you my love. I too hope that this is the round that will finally give you my child.”

              And as the hours pass by, the critiques and tips from various members of his family flowing through your ears, all you can do is focus on the unblinking intensity of Illumi’s eyes. The loads of cum stuffing your cunt full drip onto the sheets below you as your thighs ache and cramp, but you can’t find it in yourself to care, not when you’re coming over and over against his cock.

              And Illumi can’t help but think that you’re absolutely beautiful like this – fucked out and drunk on his cock, plugged full of his cock and his cum, all with his family witnessing. He’s proud of you, truly – proud of what a good little wife you are, proud of how he’s absolutely sure that you’ll be growing round with his baby in no time.

              After all, he’d stuff you just as full tomorrow night, and the night after that. Anything to prove that you’re his, and that he can breed you like a Zoldyck should. 

[yellow-dejavu]

- Paradise is free of pain and sorrow. Everything we've ever done is forgotten there. Any pain that we've ever felt is erased. And all the dead live.

I find it curious how the belief in paradise affects some of the characters, so I want to make a little speculation about how I think it might have worked. Franziska, Magnus and Agnes were part of Sic Mundus, but it is really unclear how they see it. So I will mainly focus on Noah, Elisabeth and Silja, who are known to really believe in paradise.

When Noah and Elisabeth meet, he shares his belief in paradise with her. Then they are separated by the disappearance of their daughter, and Silja as a child is brought to Elisabeth. Elisabeth shares her belief in paradise with Silja. The way I think it might play out is that Elisabeth knew this child who had just lost her mother, and she wanted to comfort this little girl by sharing something that had given her comfort since she was a little girl. I also think that Elisabeth was specifically told to form Sic Mundus in the post-apocalyptic era and protect the plant.

So Silja was raised in a cult until 1888, where she continued her life and died with an earlier version of the same cult. Her husband was part of the cult since his late teens until his death, and their kids were raised in a cult. There is little or no information about the family of Bartosz, Silja, Hanno and Agnes. So I have some assumptions about their family dynamics. Silja named her son Hanno after her late mother Hannah. Hanno was very young when his mother died. So I think the way she may have introduced Hanno to paradise is as a bedtime story. I mean Silja gave her son something from her mother, which is his name, so I think it would make sense if she gave her son something from the other parental figure she had in her life, which is Elisabeth. Something that gave her comfort in hard times and now she could share with her little boy in better times.

I also think I could connect this with Bartosz death. What if Bartosz wanted to keep this image of a "perfect paradise" as a way for his child to remember Silja?

It would be even easier to manipulate a little cult boy into thinking that betraying his father is an act of love. Adam believed in paradise, but not in the same way. His version wasn't as optimistic; their version was easier to manipulate and use in his favor. Sic Mundus can make Noah believe that his father's detachment from the prophecy is forgetting his mother's memory, and he knows that his father is clearly in pain. Bartosz has lost his faith, but Noah can still free him from all that pain and take him to Paradise. Noah must save his father by killing him.

If he thought something like that, it made me think of the phrase Noah repeated more than once, "he also said we'd become friends before you betray me". Noah always knew that he would be betrayed, but he didn't imagine that his baby would be stolen by his own baby and the mother who was also her baby's daughter, all ordered by Adam. I think Noah always taught that Adam would kill him. Maybe he would lose his faith like his father and Adam would betray him. He would save him by killing him like Noah did with his father. Jonas would do it because he loves Noah and it would free him from all his pain. Adam is his savior.

After the experiments failed and Charlotte's birth was difficult, Noah didn't feel his faith was as strong. He was hopeless. But they're going to make it, they're going to fulfill the prophecy. Noah will have to travel and teach a younger version of himself. He has never seen a much older version of himself, so it could mean that his time is near. But could paradise ever be as sweet and real as what he's building with his family? it doesn't matter how he feels, he just wants Elisabeth to keep her hope, and he would give her the strength he doesn't have for himself.

[callsigndragon]

Home is where you are | Javy Machado

Summary: Javy misses you and Jake plans him a big surprise.

Pairing: Javy Machado x fem!reader

Requested: Yes!

A/N: This has been sitting on my inbox for MONTHS and I'm so sorry. It's not as long as I wanted it to be, but it's freaking cute and i love it.

warnings: all the fluffs

Homesickness is something that Javy hasn’t experienced before. With his personality, he can fit everywhere and touch everyone's hearts, earning himself a place in every single group he encounters. He is the kind of guy you want to have near, always lighting up the room with his genuine smile. It was impossible for him to feel homesick when he was surrounded by a lot of people. Sure, he missed his home and his family, but he never had a feeling of longing. Not until he met you. 

Falling for you was the easiest thing Javy Machado has ever done. How was he supposed not to? You were, and still are, the most beautiful girl he had ever laid eyes on. You were even more beautiful on the inside. Always make him feel happy and giddy all over. It was like you two were a match made in heaven—two souls waiting for years to meet each other. 

And that was what made him feel homesick. 

You weren’t a Naval aviator. You had a normal job and a normal life outside the military world. He was deployed several times during the year, and communicating with you during those times was complicated due to the lack of a proper signal and the time zones. But you two made it work because, as complicated as it was, it was also worth it.

Javy was absolutely worth it. 

He had been deployed for a few weeks before he was called back to Top Gun for a special detachment, and it was an honor to be part of an elite squad, sure, but he was supposed to come back to you once his previous deployment was over. And now he can’t. 

“Jake, is everything okay?” You ask when you answer Jake’s phone. You’ve been friends with him since you started dating Javy, both of them are inseparable. 

“Yeah, yeah, sweets, don’t worry. I’m actually calling you to tell you about our special mission.” 

“You guys are on a special mission, isn’t that supposed to be a secret?”

Jake chuckles, and you can almost hear him rolling his eyes at you. “You and me, Y/n.” 

“Oh, right. What mission?” 

“Javy misses his fiancee, which happens to be you, and I was thinking that maybe we can give him a surprise.” 

You sigh, remembering that neither you nor Javy know when he’s going to be back from Top Gun. “That surprise involves seeing him?” 

“Oh, Mrs. Machado. It involves much more.” 

“Guys, can you tell me what the fuck is happening? Well, can you tell me why Natasha is wearing a suit?” Javy begs for the hundredth time. 

Jake pulled him out of his house this morning, not explaining why he was dragging him out of bed so early, and took him to a dozen different places before going to Mav and Penny’s house, where a brand new tuxedo is hanging in the closet door. The jacket is white, with dark navy blue pants that match the bowtie and pocket square in the same color. 

“Oh my god, what’s this?” Javy walks closer to the tuxedo, his fingertips caressing the material. It’s exactly the same tuxedo he had in his closet back home, waiting for his wedding day. 

“Doesn’t it ring a bell?” Mickey teases grabbing a glass of champagne from a table. 

Well, it looks like the one I have back home.” Javy responds, his eyes never leaving the white attire. 

“Wrong. It’s that one,” mutters Natasha while grabbing the hanger and leaving the clothes on the bed. “Get changed, Coyote. Your special mission starts in twenty minutes!” 

She’s the first one to leave the room, with Rooster, Bob, Payback, and Mickey following right behind. Jake is about to leave when Javy calls him. “Is she here?” 

Jake turns, a smirk on his face. “There’s only one way of finding out, buddy.” 

It takes Javy exactly twenty minutes to get changed, make sure he looks presentable, and walk out of the building, watching how the backyard decoration has been changed to make room for all the chairs and decorations that form the aisle. 

And right at the end of the aisle, waiting for him at the altar, it’s you. 

“Shouldn’t I be waiting for her?” Javy whispers, afraid that speaking a bit louder might wake him up from this dream that he must be having. 

Because there’s no way in hell that he is marrying such an angel as you in real life. This must be a dream. 

“Well, we’ve decided to change the tradition a bit.” Payback explains, placing a hand on his shoulder. “After all, the groom waiting for the bride at the altar is a tradition that doesn’t have any romantic meaning. It was only to make sure that the poor guy didn’t run away.” 

Javy’s eyes wander all over your figure, and he knows that there’s no other place he’d rather be right now. Well, right next to you, holding your hand and kissing you. 

“Ready, buddy?” Jake asks Javy, although he knows the answer already. 

“I’ve never been more ready.” 

Hours later, when the party has calmed down a bit and Javy can take his wife away from the rest of the world for a few minutes, you two walk down the stairs that lead to the beach. Javy carries your heels in his hand, while your free hand, the one that isn’t holding Javy’s, grabs the tail of the dress to make it easier for you to walk on the sand.

“Did you like your surprise?” You say, your thumb caressing the wedding band that you bought without him knowing. 

“It’s the best surprise ever, baby. I still can’t believe we’re married.” He says, the smile never leaves his face. He’s extremely happy.

“I’m sorry we couldn’t marry at home with all your friends and family. I could only get your parents to come,” you explain, your smile faltering because of the lack of guests. 

Javy grabs your face between his hands, kissing the tip of your nose before pressing his forehead against yours. “Babe, my parents were here, and the daggers were too. I couldn’t ask for anything more.” 

“Yeah, that’s true. I guess I’ll have to start packing our things back home and sending them here. I’m now Mrs. Machado.” You joke, but there’s something real behind your words: you have to move all your things to Javy’s house at the base. It’s now your home. 

“Will you be okay moving here?” He questions, afraid that this big change might upset you. He has friends, but he knows that for you, it’s going to be a bit difficult. He can introduce you to Bob and Natasha’s partner, he knows they’re absolute sweethearts and that you’ll get along with them. 

“Yeah, of course. I’m a tough cookie. I can handle a change. But… what about you? Won’t you miss our home?”

“Honey, home is where you are. You are my home. And you make me feel like I’m at home every time. It doesn’t matter if we’re here or in a supermarket. You will always make it feel like home.” 

His words make you tear up a bit, making him chuckle and kiss your tears away. “My, my, Mrs. Machado. I never thought you were a crier.” 

“Shut up, you idiot! I’m emotional.” You whine, slapping his chest, which only makes him laugh more. 

“It’s a very emotional day, baby. Want to go back, steal a bottle of champagne, and make out in Jake’s car?” 

You raise an eyebrow after hearing his offer. “Jake is gonna kill us.” 

“He fucked a random girl in my car back in the academy days. He owes me one.” 

“He’s gonna sanitize the entire car after tonight.” You laugh, turning back to the path that takes you back to the house. 

“That’s Jake’s problem, not mine.” 

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for thinking I'm not TA?

I (16 afab) and my sister (14F) have a kind of weird relationship. I love her a ton and would stand up for her in any situation, but she gets on my nerves and I get on hers and sometimes it feels like I can't say anything around her without it turning into a whole thing (Ex: she discounts my opinions because of how I'm on my phone a lot, she takes random shit I say and doesn't let it go, and a favorite line of hers is "well you're the one who [bla bla bla]".). And sometimes she brings up our past, and there's nothing I can say to go against that! I just feel so frustrated sometimes because I wish I could be friends with her, and I don't know if she still holds things against me because we never communicate, or maybe she just doesn't love me like I love her. Like, I'm ride or die for her. Even though we butt heads in every conversation!!!!!!!!

Context: When we were younger, around my primary school age (2nd grade to 5th) (oh and i skipped a grade if that means anything) I had severe behavioral problems as a result of brain inflammation. Honestly, I still don't know a ton about my medical history from then, because the reason for my behavior seems to change every time I ask my mom. And I can't really self-diagnose because I think my brain's either blocked out all of that unconsciously or just?? didn't remember?? I was actually really awful. I treated everyone like crap, especially my little sister. I was physically violent and really shitty in general.

However, I do not remember any of this. I try to justify feeling detachment for any kind of responsibility by saying that I was really young, had no control over my impulses (ADHD + autism + weird?? brain sickness??) and that that person doesn't feel like me anymore, since all my memories from that time are third-hand. I feel like that's shitty though!! because my actions obviously affected my little sister. And my mom doesn't really believe in therapy since it didn't work for me when I was younger (maybe because I hated my therapist but idk) and my sister kind of explodes when I try to work with her, so I don't know how to fix things. My family is wildly dysfunctional (we're better than we used to be I think) and I want to get along with people. But I also think I might have a toxic personality trait like thinking I'm always in the right!! I don't want to be that kind of person.

TLDR; weird relationship with my little sister that I avoid responsibility for in my brain.

What are these acronyms?

[ninyard]

Hey Nin! Tell me about your ABC Pinterest board? Or one of the others, I'm interested in all of them! Have a lovely day 🧡

omg the abc board is like kind of the ~cringiest~ one because it’s a story I’ve had since I was like 13/14 maybe, I’ve tried to write it so many times and honestly I got pretty far into it and then one of my friends was like “so it’s like xmen? that’s so overdone?” when I was like 16 and it killed me ngl like I know it’s cliche and overdone I guess but I have SO much lore and story and full notebooks of notes about it it’s like my lil child I can never give up on. the working title of it is “detached” but I’ve never been super set on that

it’s set in this universe where some people are born with kinetic abilities called ‘mystics’ (that’s the one word im still not super set on but it’s been so long that that’s just what they are now) and there’s a huge war and rebellion that happened in the 70’s that led to this call for reform of the mystic folks living normally and mixed in society and these “hospitals” are set up and it becomes essentially illegal to exist if you have these powers because the world believes you’re a danger to society. the hospitals are divided up into “blocks” based on your powers and how strong/developed any one person is with them. in as short and concise a way as possible there’s four main characters:

fionn, the main character, it’s always been set from mostly his POV: he’s on the A block, “double green”, essentially the least powerful of the least powerful. he’s a chlorokinetic, powers involving nature I guess, and he got caught by his parents who’ve always been very anti-mystic because his aunt had pyrokinesis and that’s considered one of the most dangerous powers, and she found herself caught up in the war/rebellion, and was basically disowned by her entire family. The story always starts with him waking up in the hospital to find he has two/three days missing from the time he got caught to the time he woke up, and it all follows him as he gets comfortable in the hospital (he doesn’t know he has fire powers, either - nobody does, and it’s only something he finds out thanks to two of the other characters)

there’s toby, who’s name has changed a million times, who’s in the A block with half green half yellow bands - he’s not very powerful, but he has a little control over his powers, and because it’s water powers, he’s considered a little higher on the ranks. he has a really rough time in the hospital, and he misses his family, but he’s fionn’s roommate from his first day there.

there’s bella, who as far as I remember was in the B block, but she’s really powerful. she’s clairvoyant, for a start, and she can know everything about anyone just from one touch. she is kind of a mystery sometimes, but she’s very, very useful. the guys don’t know it about her, but she is used by the higher ups in the hospital when they’re intaking new people to find out their powers. she was the one who found out fionn had fire powers, so she was also the one who kept that a secret a) because she knew it would have him put in the D block - away from the general population and locked in segregation for as long as it took for them to make him disappear - and b) because she knew how useful he would be to her best friend ares. she doesn’t talk about her powers, and nobody other than ares (and harold, the villain of the story) knows what she can do

ares, another C ward kid. he has control over time, and telekinetic powers. he’s so strong, that he’s bordering on double red bands, quite close to being moved to the d ward. he’s kind of the ‘bad boy’ to everyone, because of his background. most kids who are there were caught because of their families, whereas his family were enthusiasts who wanted him to have powers. they named his ares, and wanted him to perform and be special. he’s the one who tells fionn about his powers and trains him in secret, and his other closest friend is the most powerful of them all, and that’s pax

phoenix, also known as pax, is the quiet almost double red from the C block who really is only not in the D block because of their social skills and lack of proper, dangerous control over their powers. they can read and control minds, as well as healing powers, and control over light. they’re autistic and ares is one of the only people who understands them on a deeper level and knows how to keep them comfortable and safe. pax finds themself in segregation quite a lot because of their meltdowns that happen when things get too loud, and they’re in segregation when fionn first arrives.

then there’s dr. harold hawkins, the famous anti-mystic doctor who runs the hospital. he knew bella before she was sent to the hospital, and he’s the one that kept her out of a higher block and made the agreement that she would work for him in secret. as far as I remember in the last version he was young when he campaigned a while after the war, and his father opened the hospital with him as his assistant. each of the patients have “therapy” a certain amount of times a week, and he’s bella and fionns doctor. he has powers that nobody knows about, while he pioneers a lot of the propaganda against the folks who have powers.

idk! this isn’t a good or full or detailed explanation of them all at all because there’s SO much I can’t fit into an ask that isn’t gonna be 100000 words long lmao of course this is just the characters and not the actual story or plot or anything but yes thank you for asking <33

here’s a part of one of ares and fionns first meetings from the most recent draft I’ve written!!

[thehollowwriter]

🎻🐈👨‍👩‍👧‍👦

for all ur new twst ocs :)

Does Morrigan count as new? I'm gonna add him anyways

🎻 VIOLIN — Does your oc play any instruments? what is their skill level (beginner/intermediate/advanced/virtuoso/etc)?

Morrigan likes music, it's a very big part of mer culture, after all! He always struggled to focus during music lessons since he found them boring, but he still loves to play. He's quite skilled at the flute (intermediate) and is a very talented singer :).

Cosme plays guitar and is quite advanced! He started when he came to NRC. He's very good at it and will play for his class if they're well behaved enough.

Nkululeko does play instruments! He can play a number of Xhosa instruments (he's quite talented with the uhadi and umrhube) but also the mbira! It's not a Xhosa intrument, in fact, it is Zimbabwean, but he has recently begun learning how to play it and is a beginner. He likes music a lot and probably would've joined the Light Music Club if it weren't for Track and Field.

Timo doesn't really play instruments, but he does like to sing. Is he good? Nobody knows. He doesn't let anybody hear him. Well, Finn has heard him, but he can't remember because he was very small at the time.

🐈 CAT — Does your oc prefer a wide circle of friends or a few close friends?

Morrigan always struggled to make friends, since most people first experience his well behaved middle class personality, and then his more wild, sometimes even cruel, side later, which makes them leave since they feel he was tricking them. Nonetheless, he managed to make a few close friends, and he definitely preferred that.

Cosme prefers a few close friends. He's friends with Sam and a couple of other people outside NRC. He spills campus tea to them lmao.

Nkululeko likes a wide circle of friends! His personality gels well with most people, and they generally like him. He's also quite popular on Magicam, and he considers his followers friends in a way.

Timo also struggles to make friends, but he has a few of them that he's close to and definitely prefers it over a bunch of them that could turn on him on a whim.

👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 FAMILY WITH MOTHER, FATHER, SON AND DAUGHTER — how many people are in your oc's immediate family? how many people are in your oc's extended family? do they have aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents, etc? who in their family are they closest with? are they close with their birth family, or do they have a found family?

Morrigan has a mother, father, a few siblings, as well as a number of aunts, uncles, and cousins. No grandparents, unfortunately. And obviously, Silas is his husband. He isn't estranged from his family and loves them deeply, but he always felt rather detached from them, like they didn't really understand him and vise verse. He always felt closest to Silas.

Cosme has two adopted mothers, an adopted sister and a niece. He is very close with all of them and loves them dearly. He spoils his niece rotten ;)

Nkululeko has a father (a human from the Sunset Savanna) and a mother (a Sally Lightfoot Crab beastman from the Land of Dawning), as well as a three younger siblings who he adores and several cousins. He's especially close with his father.

Timo is an orphan. He was not fond of the girl's orphanage he grew up in at all and felt very isolated from the others, and he did not get along with the adults there. He really wanted to find work to get out of there, so he began looking around and found a couple of ads for Silas' business and applied. He did end up babysitting Finn because [insert lamentations spoilers here], and during that time, he got pretty close to Silas and views him as a father figure (he will never admit it out loud he feels too embarrased) and views Finn as his lil brother. It's kind of found family, but also kinda not at the same time.

Tagging: @theleechyskrunkly @cyanide-latte @the-banana-0verlord @officialdaydreamer00 @jovieinramshackle @cynthinesia @oya-oya-okay @skrimpyskimpy

[coffinup]

Relief in Grief: Is it ok to be glad they're gone?

Grief, especially in western society, is a complicated thing. In the U.S. especially, we have certain expectations when it comes to the death of a family member, friend or loved one. There's an odd dichotomy of "feel bad, but don't feel too bad because it makes people uncomfortable, don't grieve for too long because you have to go back to work, but also if you don't grieve you're weird or deranged." It feels like there's no winning. As a result, a lot of people don't really know how to grieve. A lot of people frame their grief around other people's expectations of how they SHOULD be grieving. A lot of times it can depend on your relationship with the person that died. You're expected to be devastated by the death of a spouse, a parent, a child, or a significant other.

But what if, accompanied with sadness, there's also a sense of... a weight off? Maybe that person was suffering from an illness for a long time, or had a slow decline. Maybe that took a lot of time, emotional effort, money, and resources out of you. From visits to the hospital or care center, to bills, to remembering to remind them to take their medication, to making sure they were simply not lonely. Or maybe you had a strained relationship with that person, and now you're realizing you don't have to fight that battle or walk on eggshells anymore.

When my grandma developed Alzheimer's which progressed into dementia, it was a long and slow decline until her eventual passing. With each subsequent month, my mom took more trips to see her, and had to spend more time and energy to make sure her mom was taken care of and comfortable. It was also an emotionally taxing time, since my grandma was very resistant to being placed in a care center, and then to a memory care facility, and then hospice. There were times when she was mean; she had sundowning pretty bad. She started to forget more and more people, daily activities, and even basic skills. In the end, she could only remember my mom's name, and nothing else. Watching her mother decline was brutal on my mom, but she still did everything she could for her.

When grandma eventually passed, I could feel it, we all could. The relief of "She's finally not suffering, we're finally done taking care of her. We can finally move on with our lives." and no one really wanted to talk about it. Because we should feel sad right? And we were, we remembered all the great times with her, her funny and snarky personality before she got Alzheimer's, her cooking, her intricate crochet creations, her love of the Iowa Hawkeyes, the Christmas parties, and how all of that was gone now, in the past. At the same time, the way she was in the end was hard, it was frustrating, and it was emotionally and physically taxing. And you know what?

It's ok that we were relieved it was over. It's ok that we felt both sad and glad. Because we all did what we could for her till the very end, and that's all any of us could do.

When the death of a loved one is inevitable, we often stretch ourselves thin to make sure we make every moment count. We get anticipatory grief, and that can make the weight feel much heavier. It's worse if, like in the case of my grandma, we slowly see that person becoming someone very different from what we remembered. That person can become mean because they're confused, they don't understand what's happening to them. They can become detached or non-verbal as their mind and body slowly degrades. Or maybe they were always a difficult person to deal with, and their antemortem period is all the more strained.

When people feel like they're not allowed to express their true thoughts or feelings, it can complicate the grief process. Death is natural, but it's also complex, because people are complex.

I cannot tell you how many people's posture loosens dramatically when I say "It's ok to feel however you're feeling, it's ok to feel some relief now that it's over". Because so many people think they need to put on a certain image for everyone else.

When you're in a position like my mom was, where she was one of the only people who really was close to grandma in her final days, it can feel like no one else really understands. No one else got to go through the verbal abuse, the anger, frustration, and fear. They were allowed to remember grandma how she was. She and so many other people who go through something like that feel like if they complain at all, that it's disrespectful to the memory of that person who died.

But each grief journey is unique, and each relationship is different. If you can, find a person who you can express your true feelings to about the situation. For some people, that person is going to be the funeral director. Someone who sees so many different types of people, grief stories, and types of death. And that's ok. When you're in arrangements, it's ok to say "I'm glad they're not suffering anymore. I just want this whole thing to be over so I can move on."

That's also why having a viewing can be helpful; you get to see that person one last time, peaceful and at rest. But I'll save that topic for another post.

It's ok to feel many different things at once. Because humans are complex, we can feel sad and relieved at the same time. We can feel pain and joy simultaneously, hurt and comfort. Allow yourself all of those feelings, find someone who you can talk to in confidence about them. If you didn't have a good relationship with the person that died, tell a friend, write it down in a journal, express it to the funeral director. Have a private channel that you can get that feeling out into the open, acknowledge it, sit with it, and move through it. And take comfort in the freedom and relief that brings.

If any of you out there would like more resources on coping with grief and loss, Talk Death has many articles and links to things that can help. I'm not affiliated with them, but I find them to be an extremely useful and encouraging resource for helping with these heavy topics, as well as education around death, dying and everything that goes with it. Funeral homes also will sometimes have a counselor on staff that you can talk to, or at least a referral for one. If you have the time and monetary means, these people can be extremely helpful. Or maybe you'll feel more comfortable with an End of Life Doula, who can help you navigate the aftermath. These people are not licensed counselors, but they can connect you to resources, give you guidance through your grief, and help you through the next steps.

Remember to be kind to yourself, and to not feel like you have to conform to other people's expectations of how you should feel.

Love and hugs to you all.

-Memento Mori-

[cherrysweather]

Saw your requests are open! And love your writing so wanted to finally get the chance to send in a request!! :D

Can I get some platonic hcs or a small fic set during the events of justice for all with edgeworth and an adoptive daughter reader? Since that’s got some angsty possibilities!! Thank you so kindly if you choose to write this!! :)

Hi Anon!! I'm so glad you're happy about this opportunity and thank you so much for the support ;^; <3 I tried my best with this request, so I hope your expectations were met! Have a good read and remember to drink and eat something!

It was really challenging to write this, I don't know why I found it so difficult, so I'm sorry if it's boring or if it's not what you expected, I'll try my best next time :( -------------------------------------------

Miles Edgeworth with his adoptive daughter during JFA:

When Miles decided to leave definitely, the last thing he expected to happen was bringing in a girl as his daughter. It all started when Miles requested someone to help him with the new languages abroad. Quickly one thing led to another, and when she became his official assistant (-not so much for his happiness at first-), Miles allowed her closer despite her young age, but she deeply reminded him of Franziska.

Their alleged relationship as a "family" started as a joke among his coworkers, he enjoyed the time spent together but never found enough courage and officially adopt her. He could already hear people talking and his only good fathering model wasn't there enough to make him understand how to do it; his adoptive father? Not the best. All these burdens from the past made their relationship more than unsettling, and his final decision to adopt and help someone in the same condition he was in when little, delayed until the last moment.

Considering his constant traveling, the two of them tried to find an agreement on when she would follow him and when to stay at home, but sure thing was that she didn't want to definitely follow him home, if somewhen he was to return. Thanks to him, she found a clearer path in her life but also kept his path, duties, and must-do obligations in mind to be sure to never be in the way, but maybe help when possible.

Miles always remained informed on what was happening back at home since he left the prosecutor's office; from all the chaos and confusion that resulted from his "death message", the case with Lana, and lastly, the news about Franziska's arrival from Germany.

However, all he could do for his own sake was focus on his career, find himself again and detach himself from his adoptive father definitively. This new experience, against all odds, was what helped him the most; he stopped pushing others away when in need of help and improved his interpersonal skills, stopped backing up from emotions he deemed useless and learned to be vulnerable in front of others.

His daughter reminded Miles so much of himself; luckily, she didn't see any of her parents killed in front of her eyes, but they weren't exactly cut out for the job, neglecting and leaving a child on their own too soon for her good. He surely isn't one to judge, never knew how parenthood worked and will probably never understand it entirely. Miles couldn't process having to grow up quickly and leave behind the few familiar things while still in touch with von Karma, but now that he's facing it all over again with her, he can easily help out while realizing a lot of his childhood.

Slowly, in his head everything was easier, and he could see himself finally going forward.

During the circus case, Gumshoe contacted Miles again and updated him on Wright, Franziska's work and the cases they handled. He decided to help remotely with the investigations, but soon understood it was time for a trip back home.

She was aware of Miles' relations and situations with both his adoptive sister and "best friend"; the news of his departure probably shook their lives and him being Miles Edgeworth doesn't know how to handle the circumstances created emotionally, other than being the usual stoic robot that he is. Furthermore, returning with a daughter added more trouble explaining everything. Still, Miles wanted to bring her along and find a solution together, as in all their investigations.

Phoenix's and Franziska's reactions were more than foreseeable, so he was ready for their disdain, especially Franziska, fearing his brother was back prepared to overshadow her again in her most important case. It didn't even cross their mind to question who the girl with him was; only when Phoenix came to Miles' office to discuss the Engarde case that everything hit him, in the worst way ever. But it's also in that specific moment that he understood how the "death" of his friend he experienced so poorly was in reality all he needed to turn back to when he was a child, more carefree and human. Soon they both realized how Edgeworth resolution was what Phoenix needed, too, to move forward.

If this situation wasn't hard enough, Miles lost years of his life when he had to forcefully drag Franziska to the hospital after being shot. He didn't even have time to collect what was happening and not panic that he was called to court to cover for his sister.

And once again, the von Karma curse hit again. He was lucky enough to have gotten rid of it, but he knew Franziska too well, and before she could leave her father and all the expectations his career passed on to her she had to be awakened with different realities from the one his father fed her for all their lives.

Edgeworth worked to find de Killer very soon in his career, because of this after the dispute with Andrews during the trial he spent all the time available investigating to locate him and Maya.

In all this chaos, he could luckily count on his daughter. Even if she could be the mirror of Franziska, her engagement with his father's work and relations was what put his mind at peace that she wouldn't take that turn. When she was allowed to investigate, Gumshoe by her side, together they worked their double best to help Edgeworth, but, as nothing helpful for the case could be done, she remained in the hospital with Franziska, helping her recover and not go out. That's when the two started to know each other, and Franziska began to see his brother's changes, or at least tried to.

She was able, at the end of this case, to see beyond the little corners Miles kept hidden; his sister, their father and this much-discussed best friend. Gradually, Edgeworth became easier and easier to crack open from his shell, and, like the good niece she was, the next one was Franziska and her whole armor.