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bloomness · 20 days ago

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heheb so cool ahh!! may i request track eighteen with shoto! love u bloom <3

we’ll never have sex by leith ross ft. todoroki shoto event m.list

જ⁀➴ caring for shoto’s post-battle scars

[ TW ] contains: gn!reader, mentions of scars [ from battle/fights ]

word count: 1.7k

you weren’t there.

seven years ago, there was a battle—a war, that shook the city of musutafu and all surrounding areas.

you and your family had taken a trip to some relatives in south korea just two weeks before the fallout and stayed until things calmed down.

months passed; homes were rebuilt, companies were restored, and people began the rocky process of healing. things were okay.

after graduating, you were hired at a hero agency as a costume and tech support designer, where you met your now-husband, shoto todoroki. your husband who is now sitting in front of you after completing a nine-hour stakeout and three extra hours of paperwork.

shoto had trudged through the front door into your shared home. you knew he was exhausted by the fact that you had to come find him slowly removing his jacket at the door rather than him coming to find and engulf you into one of his ‘i missed you so much that words can’t explain’ hugs. you immediately rushed him into the bathroom, insisting he take a warm shower and come right to bed.

and now here he was, sitting with his back facing towards you, two toned hair partially damn, droplets falling onto the towel that hung around his shoulder.

his hair was shorter than it was when you first met him, the embers of his youth being cut off so easily, unlike the past attached to it.

you’ve both grown so much together, but you think shoto’s differences are more noticeable. his face is more chiseled, faint stubble outlining his jaw and cupping his cheek. his eyes are more mature, more alive. they no longer lived behind a glassy wall scattered with instructions and expectations. they were wide, bright, and content.

and everyday you found yourself loving every feature that adapted onto his growing face even more than the last.

shoto shuffled in his spot on the comforter, bringing up one hand to rub his sleepy eyes. he was in his typical plain white t-shirt and blue pajama pants get up that you’ve seen him wear dozens of times in the last four years of being with him—but could never imagine getting tired of.

“sho.” you whispered out with reverence. he was sitting so still beneath you, like if he breathed too hard, he would slip away from this very moment. you picked up the towel on his neck and brought it up to dry the rest of his hair. his body responded right away, head tipping back to find sanctuary in your touch as he hummed a soft reply. “are you tired, baby?” you asked, as soft as ever.

he hummed again, “‘m sorry i’m late. we had a lot of paperwork to fill out, didn’t want to leave it all for the sidekicks to do.” he murmured, voice low.

you shook your head from behind him as you are hands worked the cloth over his damp head. “it’s okay.” you leaned forward and kissed the spot right behind his ear, “don’t apologize. i know how hard you work. i understand.” you reassured.

shoto’s eyes sparkled at your words. he may be praised by hundreds of thousand of fans on the daily but something about the sweet nothing you shush him with in small, quiet moments of your shared home—your shared life—made him feel a wave of admiration that a sea of all his fans could never imitate.

you pulled away from him and moved to crawl off of the bed. throwing the small towel over your shoulder, you stepped in front of your worn-out lover. “hey.” your hands lifted up to cup his cheeks, touch delicate. shoto leaned into your warmth, cheek squished against the palm of your hand. he looked up at you with sleepy eyes that struggled to stay open. “want me to do your treatment today?”

“depollute me, pretty baby”

shoto’s light lashes fluttered up, pupils dilating, “please.” he whispered, completely pliant.

you nodded and walked over to the nightstand on shoto’s side of the bed where a big tub of petroleum jelly sat. shoto watched through half-lidded eyes as you stepped back in front of him and flipped open the container.

after being assigned as shoto’s personal costume designer years ago, you had memorized where all his scars were printed from the top of deep blue pop-out collar to the bottom of his gray soled shoes.

though tonight you started above from where the outline of his costume began, on the left side of his face where his decade-old scar remained as a reminder of not-so-memorable times—times before you.

your hand went up, thumb hovering just below the border between his scarred and unscarred skin. you pressed your lips between the line, catching both sides of him in the kiss.

due to a promise you and shoto had made a while back—one that required him not to hide anything from you, especially how he was feeling—you felt a spreading warmth blooming on his cheek and transferring onto your lip.

you smiled. there was no treatment needed there. the scar was too old, too fragile, to be tampered with. but it could still be loved. it was loved.

you pulled back. “i’ll start with your shoulder first, that okay?”

“suck the rot right out of my bloodstream”

“mhm.”

you rolled up his t-shirt sleeve just enough to reveal a spiky star-shaped scar that traveled from his shoulder blade to beside his armpit. it was a desert tan color and laid smooth against his pale skin. this scar was fairly recent compared to the others, almost a seven months old if you recall correctly.

you remember the night shoto came home with a big bandage wrapped around his shoulders, face stoic like he hadn't already worried the shit out of you coming home so late without a call.

the injury was due to a building casualty, one in which only shoto got hurt, so the media didn’t care to cover it. but of course you cared—more than anything.

you sat him down in a similar way to how you are doing now. you examined the wound, took note of the proper ways you’d have to tend to it, and maybe scolded shoto about his careless behavior, but it was all out of love.

now when you're sewing up a new costume for him, you account for the weak spot, ensuring that the fabric is thicker and more resilient in that exact spot to prevent any future problems.

and even though the scar was caused by harm, something so soft, so sweet, came from it. like a secret, only to be kept between the two of you. only to be seen, to be cared for by you.

you scooped up a generous amount of the jelly and applied it to the scar. beginning with slow circular motions, you massaged the scar.

shoto usually did this on his own every night (after his shower, before you got the chance to pounce on him and offer to do it for him), so the scar would fade away better. but every time you got the chance to do it for him, you took the privilege.

“you look perfect, you look different”

the scar glistened, covered in the jelly like a gold medal—and a well-deserved one at that. you could never think that shoto’s scars are ugly. never. you thought they were one of his most beautiful features—other than his eyes, and his cheeks, and his broad shoulders, and his upper arms, and his—.

“i don't wonder about your indifference”

you finished the circular motions and switched between doing vertical and horizontal ones.

shoto shoulders had faltered under your touch, tension notably melting away. you applied a slight pressure to the outer part of the scar, “that feel okay, sho?”

shoto let out a long exhale, “feels perfect.” he confirmed. his eyes had been closed for the majority of the massage, but everytime they opened, they were on you.

you laughed softly, “want your sheets tonight?” shoto nodded, so you opened the bedside drawer and pulled a silicone sheet out from the pack.

you carefully stuck the sheet onto his scar, noting that fact he had definitely let his guard down by the way his face just barely flinched to the cold contact on his warm side.

you repeated the process with his two other prominent scars: the blotchy two-year-old one on his rib that curled around his torso and the circular seventeenth-month-old one that rested on his lower calf.

once you finished, you took the remaining jelly on your hands and lattered shoto’s hands with it. “alright, we’re all set.”

“it was simple, you are sweetness”

“let's just sit a while”

you pulled away, but shoto was swift to bring you close again, large arms finished the small of your back and tucking you back between his legs. he stuck his chin on your sternum, “our next shared day off is thursday, right?” he muttered the question into your pajama top.

“yeah.” you savored in the warm proximity, resting your arms on his shoulder with your hands intertwined behind him “why, you wanna do something together?” you tilted your head as you asked.

shoto nodded, “i want to take you out…” he said sheepishly, blushing like a schoolboy as if he hadn’t asked and taken you on dozens of dates before. “to show my appreciation.”

“aw, sho,” your cheeks tinted pink as you rocked back in his arms, “you don’t have to,” you responded, purely to display your manners, wanting nothing more than to spend time with the most special person in the world to you.

“i want to.” he looked up at you, arms tight around your torso and eyes twinkling. “really.”

you laughed softly, “you’re so sweet.” you placed a soft kiss on his temple, “alright then, any idea on what you want us to do specifically?”

“oh, you kissed me just to kiss me”

“not to make me cry”

shoto narrowed his eyes in thought before slowly shaking his head. “no… but it doesn’t matter. as long as i’m with you i’ll like it.”

this boy was yours, and it was completely apparent.

“depollute me, gentle angel”

“and i'll feel the sickness less and less”

you may not have been there seven years ago in the midst of the storm. but you're here now, with enough care that healed the scarred boy who entered ua and enough care to keep him safe today, and that’s all shoto really needs.

note: ash!!! hi!!! i love you more!!! thank you for the request! fun fact this is actually my first time writing for shoto so please don’t burn me at the stakes if he’s kimds funky. this prompt is perfect for him i’m not kidding. just thinking about what all these kids had to go through makes my heart weak and they all need someone to care for them, especially sho <3 i hope you like this

taglist: @stargirlygirl @megumismyhusband @kitkat13001 @peachesvault

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bitingdrivers · 28 days ago

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If you’re gonna write Maxiel, tattoo is the obvious one but I’m intrigued by what you could do with neon sign - 🧚🏻

hiii fairy anon!! hope you like this! from this post (you can still send prompts!!)

6. tattoo + 27. neon sign

Daniel found the profile on accident — it was recommended to him by his Instagram algorithm after he liked a reel of some guy inking an ugly upside down face on his own forearm. And then it was like the floodgates of random body art reels broke, dozens upon dozens tattoo accounts flooding Daniel's feed.

Sure, Daniel liked tattoos, he liked coming up with ideas for them, finding new artists, and listening to the tattoo gun buzz as new ink appeared on his skin. But he was never interested in the profession, or at least, not to this extent — during these couple of days, Daniel learned more about ink and body art than in all thirty years of his life.

After days of watching only tattooists reels on Insta, a post from a random tattoo shop account popped up on Daniel's feed. The post contained three pictures: a view into a window of a shop with a lit up orange neon sign that said The Lion, an arraignment of different tattoo equipment, and a photo of man — the tattoo artist — in the middle of inking someone's arm.

A very plain, run-of-the mill post from yet another tattoo parlor account that shouldn't have even caught Daniel's attention. Except for the fact that in the picture, the tattoo artist's skin was completely bare — no visible inks or piercings, nothing.

And sure, maybe the guy's tattoos were hidden under his clothes, or he simply didn't like getting inked himself, but after a week of watching videos of artists covered head to toe in black lines and bright colors, looking at the man's pale skin, covered in small freckles and remarkably untattooed, felt like seeing the sun in the sky above Milton Keynes — surpising and a little unsettling.

Before venturing to The Lion's account, Daniel expected that the guy would be an amateur, a beginner, why else would heave no tattoos. But no, his work was good, really good even — abstract and dynamic line work, bold and thin, monochrome and colorful, making his pieces look almost alive.

It's clear the guy has been in the craft for years, hundreds of comments under each of his posts praise his work, friends and other colleagues complimenting the man — Max — on yet another masterpiece. And Daniel has to agree, scrolling past photos of Max's designs, he too wants one of them inked on his skin.

But that still doesn't answer why Max himself doesn't have any tattoos — Daniel is a little ashamed to admit that he got fixated on it. Most of his time that is not occupied with training or racing, Daniel spends on Instagram, checking The Lion's page and trying to find at evidence of at least one tattoo.

Daniel tries to convince himself he isn't stalking Max. He isn't. He only checks The Lion's account, doesn't open any of Max's friends or family member's profiles, even after he notices Martin Garrix's comments under some posts.

Thankfully, Max is pretty active on his account, almost everyday a new post appears on The Lion's page: a new design, process of inking a new client, photos of the shop, all interspersed with pictures of Max: his angular but handsome face, light shot hair, strong arms and thighs, broad chest.

After weeks of following Max, Daniel begrudgingly has to admit to himself that he finds him attractive; that his quest to finding evidence of tattoos on Max's skin is partly an excuse to simply look at him.

A week into summer break, Daniel's phone buzzes with a new notification from Max's account. Daniel puts the sugary cocktail he's been drinking on the yacht deck and reaches for his phone.

Tapping on the notification, Daniel waits for Instagram to load. In the caption of the post, Max informs his followers that his shop will be closed for a month since Max is going on vacation. Daniel tries to suppress his disappointment as taps on the attached pictures.

The first photo is of Max's cats — Jimmy and Sassy, that sometimes make an appearance on the account — sleeping on a pile of clothes in an open suitcase.

The second picture shows a golden beach and deep blue water, glistening with rays of sunshine.

The third photo is clearly taken by someone else. It shows Max walking along the aquamarine water, smiling at the person behind the camera. Max is shirtless in the picture, his broad pale chest tapering into a slim waist.

Licking his lips, Daniel zooms in on the picture. His eyes catch on the band of Max's boxers peeking from under his baby blue shorts, or rather — on the skin above it. There, nestled right under Max's navel, is a tattoo, the same dynamic and delicate lines from his Max's other designs.

All of Daniel's blood rushes south as he's trying to process what he's seeing. It's not- a tramp stamp, because it's on Max's front, but it looks similar. The tattoo follows the lines of Max's hips and disappears under the band of his shorts. The design is abstract, or at least Daniel can't parse it, bold lines intertwined with thin ones.

Daniel picks up his cocktail glass from the deck, slippery from condensation, and takes a sip. His cheeks feel hot under the high summer sun, and the image of Max's tattoo is burned into his retinas as Daniel closes his eyes.

With a deep breath, Daniel thumbs open Max's profile and clicks on the DMs. He's been wanting to message Max for a while, debating getting his own tattoo on Max's style — and he finally finds the courage to start typing a message,

While searching for evidence of Max's tattoo, Daniel had noticed a few rainbow flags tucked into the corners of his shop and home. And Max had never mentioned a- partner before, so.

Worth a try.

#happy pride month #prompt games #my writing #maxiel #fairy anon #guy who deleted instagram because the app hasnt been used in months: let me write about instagram #once again grammar mistakes arent real

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thatonesonicfanfictionwriter · 5 months ago

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hola! I really like your writing! Súper skibidi, i was wondering if you could make a shadow x female mobian!reader where the reader was forced into war for 2 and a half years but finally shows up to shadow’s house where he lived along side omega and rouge and now the reader is stoic,mature,a bit more apathetic and on guard, this part is a bit unneeded but she would wear a black/brow winter trapper hat,a comfy black/light brown eyepatch covering one dead eye that got that way from war, black solider boots, and a general army outfit but with more armor better suited for snowy,winter areas and also it’s black too *AGAIN* this is needed at all but it would be nice…..(´∀｀) (Also shadow and reader were dating before reader was sent to war)

“Home at Last”

Pairing: Shadow the Hedgehog x Female Mobian Veteran Reader

Requested: Yes (by an anon).

Description: You had been gone for a long time. A lot of people presumed you were dead. But he never did. He always held on that somehow, you were alive. He’s glad he never lost hope.

Notes: Ooh, this one could be an equal amount angsty and happy, so I hope I do this well! Enjoy! And sorry for not posting in a few days!

(Reader will use She/Her pronouns.)

(Not proof-read/beta-read.)

– – – – – – – – – – – –

He hadn’t seen you in ages.

Two years, six months, three days, three hours, fifty-six minutes, and forty seconds to be exact.

…Not that he was keeping count.

Oh, who was he kidding.

He missed you to bits.

Little did he know, though…

That you were on your way home.

Of course, you were nervous.

You had sustained a few bad injuries from the war, and you had changed drastically.

Your left eye was straight-up gone, you were more jumpy, you walked with a limp, and you still looked like you were in a war.

Your clothes were horrendous, but you wanted to see them.

Your best friend, Rouge the Bat, and most importantly, your boyfriend, Shadow the Hedgehog.

He had practically begged you not to go, but you had no choice. You had been drafted.

Raising your hand, you knock on the door three times before stepping back one step.

Someone opens the door and immediately gasps seeing you, covering her mouth as you wave awkwardly.

It was her; Rouge the Bat. Shadow wasn’t anywhere in the house from where you could see.

“[NAME]!” Rouge yells happily, hugging you tightly, causing you to flinch, but you return the hug, hearing her start to sniffle, getting your army clothing wet, but you couldn’t care less.

You were hugging your best friend for the first time in years.

“Hey, Rouge…It’s been a long time, huh?” you ask, holding back your own tears.

“WAY too long! What happened to you?!” she asks, pulling away enough from the hug to look at you. You notice her makeup has been smudged, but you don’t say anything about it. You’re just happy to see her.

“Long story,” you tell her. “Where are Shadow and Omega?”

“Shadow’s out babysitting Cream, and Omega’s in the living room,” Rouge states.

“GOOD TO SEE YOU AGAIN, [NAME],” Omega says, waving at you.

“Good to see you too, big guy,” you tell him.

“Oh! Where are my manners, come on in, hun!” Rouge says, leading you inside.

Once in, things really haven’t changed that much since you left. Even the old picture of you and Team Dark before you were drafted is in its same spot, untouched.

You were so much happier back then…

…

Would Shadow still love you for the way you were now?

You really hoped he would…

You suddenly jump, looking around panicked as popcorn starts popping in the microwave.

“Omega! Turn that off! You’re frightening her!” Rouge says.

Omega turns off the microwave.

“SORRY,” Omega says.

“Are you alright, hun?” Rouge asks you.

Your breath is heavy, and your pupils are dilated, but you take a deep breath, exhaling.

“Yeah,” you start. “I’m okay.”

The doorknob starts moving and Rouge quickly ushers you behind the couch.

You hear the door click closed.

“Hey hun! How did it go?” Rouge asks.

“As it usually does,” Shadow says. “Cream’s been fine.”

“Good to hear,” Rouge states. “Anyway, I have a surprise for you!~”

She pulls you out from behind the couch, and Shadow’s eyes immediately widen. His ears lower and he approaches you, holding your cheek in his hand.

“[Name]? Is it really you?” he asks, his voice trembling slightly.

Giving him a smile, something you haven’t done in a while, you nuzzle your cheek into his hand.

“Yeah,” you start. “It’s me. I’m finally back.”

He cups your other cheek with his other hand, his thumb lightly grazing over your eyepatch.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there,” Shadow mutters.

“It’s not your fault, Shadow. You were needed here,” you tell him. “Besides, I’m fine. I’m here now, aren’t I?”

“But you were hurt,” he mutters. “You were hurt, and I couldn’t protect you.”

You kiss him on the nose before resting your forehead against his.

“I’m just glad to be home, Shadow,” you murmur. “I’m just glad I get to see you again.”

“You’re not leaving my arms again. Not if I can help it,” Shadow mutters.

You let out a chuckle.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” you tell him. “I love you, my moonlight.”

“I love you too, sunshine,” Shadow says with a small smile. “It’s good to have you home.”

#sonic the hedgehog #sth #sonic fanfiction #shadow the hedgehog x reader #shadow x reader #sonic characters x reader #shadow the hedgehog #sonic character x reader #x reader #etc #insert tag here

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jeankluv · 7 months ago

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The tale of the fox and the knight - Satoru Gojo | Chapter 01

summary: You have been living all your life in almost isolation due to your true nature, one your parents want to hide and protect you from anyone finding it. But when the spring of your 20 year your parents grant you the wish of being able to walk around the city, you meet him. Your doom. Satoru Gojo, a white haired knight whose intentions in your eyes are unkown. And whose presence in your life will change everything, from how you see the world to your way of being.

words: 4,5k

tags: enemies to lovers, blood, eventual smut, Gojo is pretty rude at the beginning, Gojo ooc, betrayal, fantasy, magical creatures, angst, injuries, heavy language, no use of y/n or minimal use of y/n, female protagonist

notes: To celebrate Gojo’s birthday I’m posting the first chapter today!! I hope everyone enjoys it and pls take into account that Gojo is ooc. Now enjoy it 🤗

materialist | prologue | next chapter

Jujutsu Kaisen materialist | ao3

It had been five months since you met Gojo, or like he insisted on calling him, Satoru. His presence had truly shaken your world, not only because now thanks to him you could leave the castle and see more of the kingdom, but because it stirred your heart in an extremely strange and new way.

Your breath escaped your lips as you walked your private garden, autumn was almost over and winter was about to enter. Therefore the flowers were starting to die, one by one. You didn’t like that, you always loved the colorful views. You liked spring especially, because of how beautiful everything looked. On the other hand you hated winter, it was cold, wet and you didn’t have the chance to go to your private garden due to the low temperatures, but maybe now with your new knight with you, you could visit the famous winter festival Utahime told you about in the past.

“What are you planning on doing today princess?” Satoru’s voice placed you back in your reality.

You looked at him through your eyelashes, he was smiling and staring at you. “Can we go to the market? I wanna eat those sweets again.” You smiled.

“Whatever you wish for, princess.” He smirked.

You turned your head away from his gaze, you could not deny something, and it was how nervous your heart turned whenever it was just you and Satoru.

You tried to act as normal as you could on your way to the market. Satoru sat across from you in the carriage, with his arms crossed and his gaze fixed on the window. It had been five months since Satoru had started working as your knight, but you barely knew anything about him.

He didn’t talk about anything other than work. You wondered if his parents were still alive, if he had siblings, if he was from the city or perhaps from a nearby village. You really wanted to get to know him better, build up a stronger bond between the both of you. But still you were hesitant.

“Ask me, princess.” You heard his voice.

“Huh?” You looked at him and his bluish eyes were penetrating you. “Oh… I wasn’t…”

“C’mon princess, I think I have spent enough time with you to know that your pretty face is a big question mark right now.” He smiled cockily and you felt the need to jump off the carriage.

“I… Well…” You hesitated, was it find to ask him? Wasn’t he going to get angry or upset? “I was wondering where are you from?”

Satoru smiled and composed himself on the seat. “From the east, near the coast.” You opened your eyes slightly. “What princess, are you impressed?”

“Have you been to the sea?!” You said with excitement.

Satoru nodded and then looked at you with a strange face. “You have never been to the coast?” You shook your head. “How is that? Doesn’t the royal family own a castle near the west coast?”

“Oh…” You smiled sadly. “Yeah… but I used to stay in the main castle with my nanny.” You looked at him.

“Why would they leave their beloved daughter alone?”

“I wasn’t alone!” You said out loud. “My mother used to be gone only for two or three days and everyone in the palace used to take good care of me, Utahime was always with me.”

“But why, princess?”

You bite your bottom lip and sighed. “It’s complicated…”

The carrier stopped moving and a voice shouted. “We have arrived princess.”

Your eyes left Satoru’s and you looked outside, a big smile forming on your lips. “Yes! Let’s go Satoru.” Satoru nodded and he got out of the carrier before you, giving you his hand to get out of the carriage.

That gesture, which was the usual one that any gentleman had to do when a noblewoman got out of her carriage, made your heart race. And it shouldn't.

You walked before him, feeling his steps right behind you, like a shadow. But his presence quickly faded away when your eyes saw the stores of food in front of you.

You mind could only thing about the delicious food you were going to taste that morning.

You walked up to the little stand that was manned by an old lady and smiled. “Good morning. May I have one of these?” You said pointing at one of the caramelized apples.

“Of course dear.” The old lady replied with a smile.

The fact that no one knew what the princess looked like was an advantage, you could walk freely through the streets without any problem, although the gazes were constantly on you, due to the companion who followed you. It was not surprising, he was handsome, tall and had a smile that made everyone sigh.

“Thank you.” You said as you took the apple.

“Enjoy it!”

A shadow fell over you and someone’s breath hit your ear, Satoru Gojo had leaned over and just bit into the caramel apple you had bought.

“Hey!” You shouted. Satoru licked his lips and smiled.

“I’m sorry princess, but I have to make sure it’s not poisoned. It’s for your safety.” The flirtatious smile spread across his face.

“Oh, what a cute couple.” The lady at the stall exclaimed.

“We are not…!”

“Yeah, my wife is beautiful, isn’t she?” Satoru smiled.

“Oh she surely is, both of you, I’m sure your babies would be adorable.” You felt how your cheeks grew warmer as the old lady’s words sunk on your ears.

“I’m sure they will. Now if you excuse us.” Satoru said and guide you away from her.

You walked in front of Satoru, feeling ashamed of his words and his bold act, he knew that if he did that act with any other member of the royal family, Satoru Gojo would be headless right now.

“You lost your mind?” You told him, once you were far from the place.

“Princess, what if that apple was poisoned?” He leaned slightly towards you, feeling his breath brush against your cheek.

Your gaze lowered, avoiding his. “That… That’s not possible!”

“You don’t know that.” Satoru said, crossing his arms.

“You can’t go around saying that I’m your wife, you can get your head cut off for it.” You said, looking back up.

“Are you going to report me?” He said, a cocky smile appearing on his face.

“I… I should!” You shouted.

“But you won’t.” The smile never leaving his face. “Now c’mon princess, it’s time to go back.”

“What already? We just arrived…” You pouted.

“Yeah, but you said it was going to be quick, right.” He started walking. “Besides, didn't you have to meet your maid, the one that secretly is preparing your dress for the autumn ball?”

“Utahime… her name is Utahime.” You responded with annoyance.

“Whatever…” He rolled his eyes.

“And yeah. I’m going to be the prettiest girl in the whole ball thanks to Utahime’s dress.”

“I’m sure you will, princess.” He gave you his hand to help you get in the carriage.

The ride back to the castle was in complete silence, Satoru didn’t say a single thing during the whole trip, his eyes were always focused on the window. And you couldn’t help but wonder what was hiding behind those bluish eyes.

He left the carriage before you and like always he helped you down. Following your steps, you both went to your room, where Utahime was already waiting for you, with your dress for the ball.

“You finished it?” You ran to her with excitement.

“Yeah…” She said with a shy smile. “You should try it on, to see if I need to fix something.”

You nodded. “But I’m sure it will be perfect.” You hugged her. You heard a small chuckle coming from behind and you turned to look at the owner of that laugh. “What?”

“My bad princess…” He said with a smirk. “But be careful, if you look so stunning, someone might ask for your hand in marriage.”

“That won’t happen.” You said.

“It might.” Utahime spoke. “This is your first public appearance for people outside and a lot of dukes, someone might want to propose to you.” She said touching your hair. “You are so beautiful so it wouldn’t be surprising if tomorrow’s night someone asks for your hand in marriage.”

You looked down with your cheeks slightly red. “I will try the dress.” You said moving away from Utahime’s touch and going to try the dress.

“I will help you.” She said following you.

You both entered the separate room and Utahime started to help you out with the dress, you were confident about it, you knew Utahime did a good job with it and that everyone was going to be amazed at the dress. And hopefully, seeing Utahime’s work, your parents would allow you to help her with her studies to become a designer.

But you couldn’t help but notice how something was off with Utahime.

“Uta… it’s something wrong.” She stopped moving her hands and looked at you.

“Nothing… I was just… thinking, nothing important.” She gave you a fake smile and you sighed.

“Utahime, talk to me.” You turned around, holding her hands.

She avoided your gaze for a brief moment. “I… princess I don’t trust that man.” She whispered.

Your eyebrow rises up slowly. “Gojo?” She nodded. “Why?”

“I just… I don’t know princess, I have a bad feeling.”

You shook your head. “Utahime you are overthinking, Gojo has been the best knight I could ask for. Look!” You pointed at yourself. “I have been going out and I’m still here.” You said with a bright smile.

Utahime bit her lip and then sighed. “Princess, just… be careful.”

“I will, but there is no need to worry.” You said back, searching to calm her down. “Now, how do I look?” You turned around to look at the mirror.

Your eyes lit up when you saw the dress Utahime had prepared for you, fitting perfectly to your body. The emerald-colored fabric fell softly and the deep, heart-shaped neckline highlighted your chest. While the corset was adorned with golden chains, which shone brightly under the light of the room. The skirt fell like a waterfall, the translucent fabric that Utahime had placed created a play of light and shadow with each of your movements. Adorned with beautiful crystals that made that dress come to life.

“Utahime…” You said, trying to find the words. “This is…”

Utahime smiled. “You look beautiful, princess.”

“Thank you Utahime.” You turned around to hug her. “This is absolutely magical.”

“I’m glad to hear that, princess.” She broke the hug and smiled at you. “The green really suits your red hair.”

You looked back at the mirror and smiled. “Yeah… it does.” It really did. “I will show it to Gojo.” You walked out the room.

When you walked out of the room you had changed in, Satoru was standing by the window, looking out at the view from your room. His back was to you and he didn’t start to turn around until you made a small sound in your throat, indicating that you were there. Your heart was pounding as you watched him slowly turn to look at you.

You didn’t quite understand the feeling, but you could imagine it and you wanted to suppress it by any means necessary, but the moment Satoru’s eyes landed on your figure, your heart exploded. You wondered if Satoru’s heart also fluttered like yours had.

Satoru stood there, staring at you, his blue eyes scanning every part of you. Your heart wanted to believe it was because Satoru wanted to record every detail of that dress, how it fit you, how you looked.

A smirk appeared on Satoru’s face. “If you don’t want anyone to ask for your hand, you are doing a terrible job, princess.” He approached you. “Because all the eyes will be on you.” He whispered to your ear, making a shiver go through your entire body. “Now, I have to leave.” He stepped away from you and with his hand on his chest he bowed. “I will see you later, princess.”

You looked at him still frozen in place. “Yeah… yeah okay.” You said before Satoru left the room.

The room felt in complete silence, as you looked at the closer door.

But that silence didn’t last long when Utahime’s voice called out to you. “Don’t tell me you’re in love with him…” She whispered with her gaze on you.

You coughed, surprised by Utahime’s accusation. “No… no, no, it’s just that Sa-Gojo has that aura. He’s my knight.” You shook your head and smiled.

Repeating that in your head, over and over, trying to make sure it was real and not a lie you were telling your best friend.

· · ────── ·𖥸· ────── · ·

Satoru sighed as he stepped outside of your room. Five months of having to be your shadow was really exhausting, but fortunately everything was ending tomorrow. If the plan went as planned, tomorrow would be the last time Satoru would have to set foot in that palace and he would head home.

He was only worried about one thing, and that was you. But not because he cared about you, Satoru didn’t give a single fuck, but because his king asked him to bring you to him alive and for what he knew about you, you were like a deer, so fragile and scared, but at the same time always excited about new things.

Satoru hated that so much. How your big eyes would always sparkle for anything. He couldn’t stand it, you were just a princess, a princess who never suffered from anything, who was born with a crown on your head and everything you needed to care about was about choosing the perfect dress for your every day.

It was annoying. But the last part of the mission was about to begin. After arriving at Zerua a year ago and infiltrating himself as part of the knights, he was finally going back home. Who could though, he missed Sukuna’s annoying ass the most.

“Where are you going?” Satoru's eyebrow raised up when he heard the voice.

“Just for a walk, and check the place where the dance will take place.” He turned around with a cocky smile.

“Careful Gojo, my eyes are on you.” The long haired guy let out.

“You hate me that much because I took your spot.” His arm crossed over his chest. “Geto?”

Geto stayed silent while he looked at Satoru with anger. “You came out of nowhere and won the privilege of serving the princess… you are not trustworthy.”

Satoru chuckled. “Maybe you should've worked harder to get the position.” He mocked. “And maybe like that you could be serving your dear princess.” Satoru's smirk grew bigger when he noticed the anger on Geto’s face. “Am I wrong, Geto? You love the princess.”

“Gojo, watch your tongue.” He replied.

He laughed. “You should watch your heart, I hope you don’t die tomorrow night when you see me walking with the princess to the ball.” And turned around without giving the opportunity to let him say a word.

Satoru proudly walked away with his head high, but knowing that Geto could be a problem for his plan. His steps continue going in one direction.

Satoru never turned his head to look at Geto's expression, he knew that his face was probably still red and his fists were clenched in rage. It was no secret to anyone when they were preparing to be chosen to be the princess's direct knights that Suguru Geto had feelings for her, apparently the boy had grown up in the stable and had interacted on some other occasion with the princess, and Satoru did not deny it, the princess had a natural charm, a charm that could make any fool fall.

But he was not like those stupid fools there.

The air of that last summer day hit Satoru’s cheeks as he stepped outside the palace and walked towards where his horse was.

“Hey buddy.” Satoru touched his horse face gently. “You hungry?” He said giving the animal a carrot. “There, there…” He said. “Tomorrow will be a rough night okay…” He whispered. “I want you to be ready.” The horse moved his head up and down as if he was nodding and Satoru smiled.

Satoru had been with that horse for more than five years, he had always accompanied him on all his journeys, they were the best of all, what less for someone like Satoru Gojo.

The sound of an eagle gained the attention of Satoru who looked at the sky and smirked.

His eyes then falled, looking around to each corner, making sure he was alone. Once he was sure he started walking towards the forest, making sure no one was following him and that he got lost on it.

Once he was far enough, he extended his arm, letting the eagle approach him. The eagle had a small piece of paper rolled up in its right paw. Satoru carefully took it from the eagle and unfolded it to read it.

“The wolf is on the mountain and will howl when the blue moon shines in the sky.”

Satoru smiled, everything was going to turn out as planned, tomorrow the wolf would howl and the little bunny would run away from the castle.

Soon he was going to be back at home, soon he was going to bring back the honor his family lost when the kingdom of Zerua killed them, soon he was not going to be there. Only one more day. Just one.

“What are you doing?” He heard the same voice as a few moments before.

Satoru chuckled and let the eagle go, making sure the pirate of paper was attached to the leg of the animal.

“Geto…” Satoru turned around. “You followed me here?”

“Respond to my question!” He black haired guy shouted.

“Wow!” Satoru smiled. “Someone is angry? C’mon I was just here, I heard strange noises and came here to check.”

“And an eagle came to you?” Geto tilted his head.

“What can I say? I’m charming!”

“Cut that shit Gojo!” Geto He unsheathed his sword and pointed it at him. “This is where it all ends.”

Satoru’s gaze darkened and a devilish smile appeared on his lips. “Yes, for you, partner, or have you forgotten who always came first during our training?”

Geto swallowed hard, Satoru was right, he had no chance of winning against him but he couldn't allow him to continue walking through the castle, he couldn't let your safety be in the hands of that white wolf.

Geto's fists turned white as he gripped his sword tightly and charged at Satoru without hesitation.

· · ────── ·𖥸· ────── · ·

You didn't see Satoru again after he left your room, the sun had risen again when his face appeared in your bedroom. Your heart suddenly raced as his eyes locked on you, you were already fully dressed but you still felt light being watched by his blue eyes.

“Today is the grand ball.” He said. “You nervous princess, a Prince might come for you.”

“I… no that won’t happen!” You didn’t want that to happen.

He chuckled. “Your face turns red when you are angry, you know right?” He approached you.

You turned around, avoiding his gaze. “Today we are going to the garden.” You told him. “I won’t go to the town, because I will have to start getting ready for the ball early and I want to be near the castle.”

“Okay.” He responded, he was already in his position, with his back straight, his arms behind his body and his feet forming a V.

When you saw him like that you remembered that you were from different worlds, that he was your knight and your heart stopped beating with so much joy.

“Princess?” Your eyes blinked as you looked at him. “If you are going to stay there looking at the horizon, maybe I should take a seat.”

“Sorry! Let’s keep going.”

You walked as always before him. He followed you in silence, as he always did and then while you were reading he stood there, in silence too.

You would like to hear his jokes and silliness, but you knew it wasn’t right, not when your parents' guards were not far away. Any bad word or something that could be interpreted as offensive towards the crown and Satoru would be executed.

The pages of your book started to fly as the minutes started to run, the only sound in that place was the sound of birds singing, which were starting to be less since winter was beginning.

A thick cloth rested over your shoulders, and you looked up in surprise, meeting Satoru’s gaze. “It’s going to rain and the temperature is starting to drop.” He said in a soft tone. “You should go back to your chambers and start preparing for the ball.”

You held the soft fabric that had rested on your shoulders and nodded. “Thank you…” You whispered, unable to formulate anything else.

He gave you his hand for you to take it and it was when you noticed a small wound on it.

“Did you hurt yourself?” You asked, looking at his hand.

“Just training, nothing to worry about princess.” He smiled and you nodded trusting his words.

The walk back to your chamber was silent, Satoru walked behind you without saying a word. Before even reaching your chamber the heavy water drops started to fall from the dark clouds that now covered the sky.

A cold shiver ran through your back as if something was going to happen. Something you were unaware of.

Your eyes left the big window on the side and kept on walking until you stopped right in front of your chamber. Satoru farewell and you were left with your maids, who helped you start getting ready.

The rain was heavy, making noise on your window, it almost felt like the rain was trying to tell you something. The knot in your stomach grew bigger and bigger as the sound of the rain became more overwhelming.

The soft brush touched your cheeks, while another of your maids combed your hair. The dress looked better than when you had tried it on and the accessories and hairstyle were only going to make your beauty dazzle the place.

With the click of the hairpin adjusting to your hair you opened your eyes, looking at yourself in the reflection of your dressing table mirror. All your maids began to praise your beautiful appearance, to the point of making you feel shy at their words.

Utahime watched you from the side, with a loving smile. That night you were going to tell everyone that that beautiful dress had been made by her, you wanted, you longed for Utahime to receive the recognition she deserved.

You thanked each one of them and walked towards Utahime. “Thank you…” You whispered to her.

“You look beautiful, princess.” She smiled as she looked at you.

“All thanks to you.” You said back.

“Princess.” One of the other maids spoke. “Mr. Gojo is outside waiting for you.”

“Oh!” You nodded and briefly looked at Utahime. “I will see you later.”

“Have fun.” She said.

You walked towards the door, nervous. To see Satoru, for the night, for everything that was about to happen.

The doors of your room opened, letting you see Satoru.

Silence fell over you and you felt like the world had faded away the moment your eyes met.

You felt like it was just the two of you there, that there was no one else and you felt like you could do whatever you wanted. Whatever you wanted.

“I…” You began. But soon enough that fantasy broke.

“You look amazing, her majesty.” Satoru bowed to you.

You couldn’t do anything.

“Let me escort you to the ball.” He handed you his arm and with shaky hands you accepted.

The walk to the ballroom was shorter than you would have liked, and before you knew it, you were surrounded by your parents and noble people who were greeting you for the first time.

Your eyes looked at Satoru, away from you. Distant from your world.

· · ────── ·𖥸· ────── · ·

It was past eleven when you finally were able to break free from all the guests and especially from the guy who had been trying to ask for your hand all night.

You walked straight to one person, to him.

“Dance with me.” You looked at him.

Satoru furrowed his eyebrows slightly as he studied your face. “I’m sorry princess, but it wouldn't be correct.”

“Please, just one dance.” You begged, you needed that, you wanted that.

Satoru's eyes then move to the side and picture a guy looking at you. “Is it because of him?”

“I… please Satoru…” You looked to the guy, who was looking at you.

Satoru sighed, he didn’t want to dance with you and he shouldn’t dance with you, but he…

“Alright.”

His hand took yours and together you walked to the front, all the eyes fell on you and as the music began the whispers between the people also began.

“Relax princess, your hand is starting to wet mine.” He said with a grin.

“Oh… I…” You tried pulling your hand away, you were nervous and it was starting to show up.

But Satoru pulled you closer to him, guiding you through that room with the melody of the song that they were playing. Your heart started to pump on your chest, almost sounding the same as the drums of the room.

Looking up, to look at his face didn’t help, because his eyes were right on you, not blinking and studying you.

In that instant, you wonder what he was thinking, he was too difficult for you to read, his eyes were hiding something, something you felt like you were too far away from reaching.

His movements were smooth, almost as if he knew what he was doing, which was strange but you didn’t care. You just let yourself enjoy that moment, a scenery that you imagined maybe more than once.

When the last note of the piano resonated across the room, Satoru and you stayed there, looking at each other.

Your heart started to rise, with the words you were trying so desperately to bury.

“Satoru…” His eyes were locked on you, not blinking. “I… I li…”

A deafening extrusion causes your ears to start ringing loudly.

What was happening?

Soon you started coughing, the room had started to fill with smoke.

“Princess!” Satoru called you. “We need to leave, now!”

You didn’t quite understand what was going on, the screams were so loud and your head was starting to spin. Satoru’s strong arm held you tightly and guided you outside the palace to where the horses were.

“Wait…” You said coughing. “My parents… Utahime… they are…” You tried speaking.

“Don’t worry…” Satoru said. “I’m sure they will be alright, but I need to put you safe.”

He held you by the hip and sat you on his horse, then climbed in. Your head still hurt and the questions kept coming.

Leaning against Satoru's chest, you closed your eyes hoping that when you opened them again you would be back in your chambers and everything would be okay.

— wait patiently for the next chapter

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sofmoth · 10 months ago

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I Found My Place in This World (It’s in Your Wake)

here’s my entry for @beefrobeefcal’s september prompt!!! this is fairly out of my comfort zone so i do hope you all enjoy it! title is from 'she's the prettiest girl at the party and she can prove it with a solid right hook' by frank iero, work is not inspired by the song.

the photoshop is MYOB (mind your own business) mkay

also posted to AO3 by me (@sofmoth), link here.

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husband!joel miller x wife!reader, WC: 1.03k

TAGS: husband!joel, anniversary dinner, all the fluff, chubby!joel, marriage has caused joel to gain weight, soft!joel, no physical description is given of reader, reader uses an inhaler, joel is goofin, POV u become one with the couch, joel calls reader “sweetie,” joel jokingly asks if he’s fat, reader jokingly calls themself “delicate," fuck i love this man

It’s officially been one year since you tied the knot, one whole year of living with your husband full-time. Joel had been fairly insistent that you lived separately until you got married, despite the fact that you spent more nights with him than without during your engagement. You never really minded, he had a mortgage to pay on his house but was still more than willing to help you with your rent until the day came.

One year later, and marriage had been good to Joel. His mental health and financial stability had improved, and he seemed overall a happier person. The only drawback seemed to be the effect it had on his waistline. It was only a drawback according to your brother-in-law Tommy; you love the way Joel’s belly had softened over the last twelve months.

No longer was he forgetting to eat breakfast, packing himself a half-assed lunch to take to his job sites, nor was he attempting to pass off three-day-old pizza as a full dinner. If you could go back in time ten years, tell your younger self you have a husband you love cooking for, you would vomit on your own shoes. Being who you are now though, it’s a joy to make him a meal, fulfilling to see how happy it makes him that you’ve ensured he eats well in the early mornings and has proper lunches to keep him strong until dinner. The way he relaxes on the couch with you after, pulling you on top of him to cuddle, the wonderful healthy squish of his tummy between you a reminder to you both that love is not all in the way one looks.

He had been self-conscious at first, when he stepped on the scale and saw the number had increased. You very quickly put that worry to bed, assuring Joel every day that he was still the sexiest man alive. You told him how sexy he was irritatingly regularly, and then he started to believe it. He started walking around the house in his PJ pants with his shirt off again, you begging him to flex, him obliging. Joel’s belly and the weight he gained were the most physical and personal reminders of how much you loved him.

To celebrate this first full year of your marriage, you made a fabulous meal so you could stay in for the night and enjoy it together. Pot roast and potatoes, enough rolls to choke a horse, two or three glasses of wine. Joel is doing the dishes, you lay on the couch watching him across the room. He glances back at you, smiling, and you wave with your fingers. The wine has certainly hit you; you’re not drunk by any stretch, but you’re definitely more comfortable horizontal. You close your eyes, listening to the sink run for a few minutes before the last dish clinks in the drying rack and the water stops.

“Wow. My wife made such an amazing dinner, and I’m so tired from doing those dishes. I think I’d like to sit and rest.” You can hear the dry playfulness in his voice, eyes still closed.

“Boy oh boy, that couch looks comfy. I think I’ll have a seat riiiiight here.” Your eyes fly open, hand covering your mouth as you cackle at the feeling of him sitting on your shins.

“Joel! No, c’mon! If you’re gonna sit on me, at least sit on my thighs. I’m so delicate.” Joel rolls his eyes, smiles as he scoots up.

“You’re right, this cushion is way more comfortable. I think I could fall asleep here, matterfact I just might.”

You reach for him, pinching his side playfully. He does sit on your thighs for a few minutes, arms stretched across the back of the couch, head tilted back and eyes closed. The muscles in your legs finally begin to feel like TV static, and despite the fact that you’ve sobered up considerably it’s still not a particularly pleasant sensation.

“Oh shit, baby my legs are falling asleep. Bit’s over, I gotta move ‘em.” Joel looks down at you, mouth open in mock-offense.

“Is my wife calling me fat? On our one-year wedding anniversary, of all days? How dare you, I cannot believe this.”

Still, he does get up; long enough to lay his entire body on top of yours. He nuzzles into your neck, his beard scratching your skin softly. He sighs deeply, squeezes you in a hug as you rest your hand on his back. And then he raspberries you.

You squeal, laughing wildly as he begins laying a barrage of kisses to your neck and face. You laugh so hard you start struggling to pull in a full breath, and Joel jumps up quickly to get your inhaler out of your purse. You’re still laughing, now coughing and wheezing at the absurdity of the situation. He shakes the little plastic container thoroughly before uncapping it and handing it to you, tugging you upright before you press the canister and inhale.

He rubs your back as you hold your breath, exhaling slowly with you. He presses a kiss to your temple, taking the inhaler back and replacing it in your purse. As he sits back down he pulls you into his lap, cradling you against himself.

“I’m sorry sweetie, I got a little carried away. You feel okay?”

“Yeah, I’m good. It wasn’t full-blown, I was just getting too wound up. Thank you for getting it, though.”

“Of course. Don’t want my wife taking a trip to the emergency room, especially not on our special day. Here, lemme—”

He shifts so he’s laying on his back, holding you on his chest as always. He continues rubbing your back, occasionally kissing the top of your head.

“Hey, husband?”

“Yes, wife?”

“That joke you made about me calling you fat, it wouldn’t matter to me at all if you actually were.”

“I know, sweetie.”

You rub Joel’s shoulder gently with your thumb, feeling yourself growing tired from the steady rhythm and pressure of his hand on your back.

“You can go to sleep, we’ll be okay out here tonight.” You hum.

“Joel?”

“Yeah, sweetie?”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

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tonysbed · 5 months ago

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Secrets I keep | Part 16

Max Fewtrell x norris!reader

summary: You and Max have been dancing around your feelings for years but jealousy gets the best of us all..

warnings: again, the internet is cruel. Max gets into his head, mental health issues?? self doubt, crying, mention of cheating

not proofread

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“Alright, I’m leaving then! I’ll see you in a few days” You say, coming trough the door into the living room, where max was sitting on the couch. It had been a few good weeks since the whole incident and you were both cooled down from the drama.

Lando hadn’t really come to his senses, but you unblocked him. Your dad had a talk with him, that resulted in nothing.

“Alright. Be careful and text me” He gets up from his place and hugs you, kissing the top of your head “I will, don’t worry” You kiss him and smile “I gotta go now before I miss my flight or something!”

You look at your phone “And they’re here! Okay, gotta go. Don’t do anything stupid while I’m gone! I love you” “Won’t do, I love you too” Max watches you leave the apartment with a suitcase, and sighs.

He still hadn’t voiced his concerns about Franco. Not to think wrong, franco was a super nice bloke but he was flirty and you two just got along a little to well for his liking.

But how would you know? You only had eyes for max, franco was not interesting for you. But that is something that Max has to get in his head first..

You slid into the backseat. Kika turned around to look at you “Ready?” You smile “A tour through the headquarters of tractors? Sure!” Pierre glared at you through the mirror “Do you want to walk?” He grumbled “Pierre!” Kika slapped his arm “What? She said I’m driving a tractor!”

Kika rolled her eyes smiling and pierre dropped it.

norris.yn

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norris.yn she’s everything and he’s… there

pierregasly why am I always catching strays

franciscagomez 🙂‍↕️😘

alexandrasaintmleux 😂😂

charlesleclerc oh pierre 🤦‍♂️

maxfewtrell always tired 😂

pierregasly of your girlfriend? Always

franciscagomez Pierre.

pierregasly What? She’s always stealing you

norris.yn she deserves more than you

pierregasly see??

maxfewtrell I choose peace and ignore it.

You three arrived at the Alpine headquarters and as you neared the entrance you saw a figure enthusiastically talk with Paul, who just looked like he was being tortured.

As you got closer, Paul spotted you three and sighed in relief “Thank god. Now he can talk your ear off. I really like you Franco, but it’s to fucking early” Paul says, yawning.

You chuckle as Franco huffed “Mean” He crossed his arms but smiled at you “You’re alive! You weren’t at the paddock, your brother acts as if you aren’t his sister and you don’t post anymore!” He throws his arms up in the air.

“Have you seen what happened?” You chuckled “Yeah I know” “Don’t you follow her on here new account?” Pierre asked “Uh..new account?” Franco looks puzzled at the frenchman and then at you.

“Yeah, I made one just for friends, no strangers, no privacy invasion, just us” You say smiling. Franco nods, pulls out his phone and hands it to you.

You type in his code, which kika raised an eyebrow at and request your account from his. You hand it back to him and accept the request.

“Ah, yes you have been alive!” He laughs. You nod and laugh. Pierre and Kika start to make their way inside, and you two follow them.

norris.yn

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norris.yn @/ jackdoohan, pls get better soon, they’re crazy

jackdoohan I will try my best 😂

norris.yn pls hurry up 😭😂

franciscagomez we’re not that bad 🤔

pierregasly …

paulaaron you love us, really

francocolapinto now why would you post this? my my

norris.yn you’ll live

max grimaced at his phone. This is exactly what he feared could happen. But before he could continue his thought train, another notification popped up on his phone.

It was a gossip page that had tagged him. That was never good but he clicked on it, and immediately regretted it.

f1gossip

f1gossip Franco Colapinto was spotten near the Alpine Headquarters with Yn Norris. Mclarens number one drivers sister. Has she moved on from her boyfriend Max Fewtrell?

user oh my god. She’s disgusting

user what a bitch

user max isn’t even allowed to be mad, he did the same

user are we gonna ignore that Pierre, Paul and Kika were also with them??

user 🤢

user franco noooo

You sigh as you put the phone down. Kika tilts her head at you “What did he say?” “He’s being weird” Franco raised an eyebrow “About me? I swear, I know you guys are a thing! I don’t want anything from you” Franco raised his hands in surrender.

You chuckle “I know that. Something tells me tho that this is not based on todays events.” You look at Kika with a knowing look. She presses her lips together.

“Do we have to understand this?” Pierre asked confused “Are you a woman?” She asked him with an raised eyebrow “No?” “Then you won’t get it.”

“I’ll guess it’s an early leave for me” You sigh “Nooo, can’t he be weird alone for a few more days?” Paul pouts “I’d rather resolve this as soon as possible. I know how much Max can get into his own head because of the media. I’ve seen it with him, and i’ve seen it with Lando. I know what It does to people”

“Especially something like this” Pierre says, his voice now serious but calm. Kika nods “Of that is what you think is better for the two of you, that’s okay. We can do this another time. Maybe even bring max that time” Kika says, Pierre nodding along “Definitely”

You smile “Thanks guys. I guess I’ll see what flight will get me back the fastest” You pull out your phone again “Is he in monaco again?” Kika chuckled “Yep. He’s at my apartment” She nods “Obviously.”

While you were planning your trip home, Max was laying in your bed. His eyes fixed on the side you claimed as yours the first time he had officially slept over as your boyfriend.

He smiled a bit at the memory, which was quickly soured away by the pictures of you and franco flashing in his mind. He knew you would never do such things, he knew that Kika, Pierre and Paul had been there but in moments like these, his mind wasn’t quiet.

It screamed at him. Screamed he’d get hurt again, or more by the one person that could actually hurt him deeply.

He shakes his head. You wouldn’t.

Are you sure? You’re not even a racing driver.

She loves me for me.

does she now? why would you be enough

Max sat up and got up to go into the bathroom. He looked into the reflection of the big mirror. His eyes were red from crying, but not too bad that he couldn’t pass it off as sleepiness.

He splashed water in his face and sighed. His mind was playing tricks on him that only you could outplay. You were outplaying tricks you didn’t even know about.

He let his head hang and sighed again.

He turned off the light and made his way to the kitchen for a glass of water. In moments like these, he would’ve called lando. Something he had also cost her.

She would’ve never argued about Daniel with Lando if it wasn’t for him. It was all his fault.

It was later in the day when you had finally arrived back in monaco. You sighed as you pulled out your keys but before you could put the keys in, the door swung open.

Max looked backwards into the apartment, his suitcase in hand. He closed the door and finally turned around to look at you.

you both stare at each other for a moment. You look between his suitcase and him “Uhm..where you leaving?” You ask confused.

“I..uh” Max didn’t know what to say. He hadn’t expected you back so soon. What in christs name-

“Why are you back already?” “That doesn’t matter right now. Did something happen?” Max’s jaw clenched and he looked away.

A knot forms in your stomach “Please don’t tell me this is about the Franco thing” You say quietly. Max still doesn’t meet your eyes. You abandon your suitcase for a moment and unlock the door.

You point for him to go back inside. Before he could protest, you shake your head “We’re talking about this. Inside. With your suitcase.”

You sat down on the couch, turned to Max, while he was faced forward, hands fidgeting.

“Max, please talk to me about this. I already told you, I would never..Franco isn’t..He doesn’t even fit into my life” You say, still looking at him.

“I know” He says quietly “Well apparently you don’t. You wanted to leave why exactly? To tell me what? You didn’t call, you didn’t text” His head turns to the kitchen.

You can see the island from the couch. There is a vase of your favourite flowers and a letter perched up against.

“I knew you would try to stop me” He says quietly. Now he had made you speechless. You look at him in shock.

“You..so” You take a deep breath “So this is it?” You ask, not entirely sure what you’re even saying. Max finally looks at you. He doesn’t say anything but his eyes told you everything you needed to know.

You clenched your jaw “why?” You whisper, biting back tears. Max weighs his options. You would try to convince him to stay, when he would tell you the truth. But he would only hurt you further.

His mind kept screaming to go, his heart was aching, and crying out your name, longing for your love. He knew you’d be better off without him. He had to go.

“You wouldn’t understand” “Then make me understand. Let me try to fix this! Us!”

“There is no us. Not anymore. There should’ve never been an us”

The words lie heavy in the room. You stare at him. You can only watch as he gets up, takes his suitcase and takes one last look at you.

This is it, she’ll be free of you.

Alexandra could barely understand what you were saying over the phone as she rushed out the door, Charles closely behind, having to drive her over to you.

She tried to calm you down, with no success. The only thing she understood was “Franco, Max, broke up” And the last one was what made her stomach turn.

She opened your door with her spare key, rushing inside, finding you curled up on the couch.

“Hey, hey.” She took you into her arms. Her arms tighten around you as your sobs got heavier and more pained. Charles looks worried, wording the name ‘Kelly’. Alex nods, hoping Kelly would get more out of you, knowing you two knew each other longer.

Kelly arrived sooner than Alex expected, and Charles left, telling Alex to call if she needed anything.

alexandrasaintmleux added to their story

[cap: @/kellypiquet our new master chef 👩‍🍳 🍝❤️

reply’s:

charlesleclerc how is she holding up?

she’s okay for now. Calmed her down but his story doesn’t make sense. It’s quite confusing and just really out of the blue.

charlesleclerc hm..you want me to play detective?

pls do

charlesleclerc no problem mom amor❤️

❤️

user isn’t that yn’s kitchen??

so uhm.. yeah. Here’s a good handful of angst and Max’s head full of chaos 😬 Ups

Happy Valentine or whatever

#formula one imagine #lando norris x sister!reader #max fewtrell imagine #max fewtrell x you #norris!reader #daniel ricciardo imagine

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shih-coulda-had-it · 1 month ago

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Saw steven universe recently, and now i'm wondering how a nana/torino/toshinori gem fusion would look like. :o What do you think their gems would be????

I’m gonna be so real, I never actually followed Steven Universe. I think I hopped on just for the show finale, and then the movie. That being said, I think an SU-fusion (incorporating, of course, OFA too) would be like…

[Art is going above the read-more. tl;dr, One For All 1-7 are various incarnations of White Diamond (Yoichi), Sorahiko is the faithful Pearl, and thousands of years later, they create Toshinori, a synthetic Pink Diamond]

Okay but bear with me we’re going to ignore several ruling principles of Steven Universe. One is the gender rule. Two is the Gem class hierarchy. Three is the bonkers timeline and alternate history that SU functions off of.

AFO (Zen), OFA (Yoichi), and that Qingqing City Baby are the original Diamonds. AFO and QCB are forever squabbling, and OFA hates being caught in the middle, so Yoichi runs away with his assigned Pearl, Sorahiko, placement: right hand. (YEAH THAT’S RIGHT. IT’S TECHNICALLY A VESTIGESTORINO STORY. CHEER WITH ME. YAYYYYYY)

(It is deeply funny for me to picture Machia as a Pearl. BUT WAIT, IT’S ACTUALLY TRAGIC.

GIGANTOMachia is a corrupted fusion. Fusion with what? IDK. AFO said, “I wanna see what happens,” and Machia said, like a loyal dog, “Okey.”)

We know that Diamonds are capable of disguise. Pink Diamond turns into Rose Quartz? Yoichi turns into Kudou turns into Bruce etc etc etc. I’m taking inspo from one of @/amaranthdahlia’s posts where Yoichi’s white eyes are more of a prism/holograph than an unreflective matte white--by this leap of logic, Yoichi (White Diamond) is able to color change too. The placement of the gem is always at the heart.

SO we eventually get to the Nana incarnation. At this point, she and Sorahiko have been joined at the hip for thousands of years. It’s kind of impossible not to hear about the various power grabs both AFO and QCB have been making, but Sorahiko’s been clocked out for thousands of years. He doesn’t give a shit about the tyrant and cult leader. Unbeknownst to Sorahiko, OFA DOES still give a shit about their siblings and the spillover consequences, so OFA has been hatching a plan to introduce a new Diamond.

Not a new incarnation. A new Diamond.

“You’re crazy,” says Sorahiko. “We have literally been alive for thousands of years. You think we can just make a new Diamond and train them to fight and win against your siblings?”

“Obviously,” says Nana.

And THAT is how we get our first Synthetic Pink Diamond, Toshinori, placement: stomach.

Now what do two Diamonds and a Pearl make? Because Toshinori’s a Synthetic Diamond, and apparently any Pearl fusion is named after multi-colored gemstones, I’d probably land somewhere at calling them Mystic Quartz. They are a literally huge powerhouse. I don’t have the creative spoons to design them.

(Thousands of years later, Izuku is your regular old human. Or, if petty family drama is your flavor of choice, he’s AFO’s attempt at making a Synthetic Diamond.)

#bnha #shigaraki yoichi #shimura nana #gran torino #torino sorahiko #yagi toshinori #all might #one for all diamond universe #shih.txt #shih's art #asks #anon #god i can't believe i got this far with the concept #yoichi's shirt is based off ashitaka's outfit #sorahiko is meant to be in one of those imperial court official robes #now as far as factions go; afo has his lov; and qcb gets mla #ofa gets the heroes and u.a. (the defectors)

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thepigeonsart · 11 days ago

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Les Mis au where they all live in the same building (The Lore long post™)

This is too niche but if you know me you know I’m obsessed with les mis, and I’ve been binge watching the six seasons of Aquí No Hay Quien Viva (a very famous spanish comedy show from the 2000s) (in which btw Daniel Diges aka spanish Enjolras is in like two episodes) so I had to make it an au. You don’t have to watch the show to understand it because it’s more a “I’m stealing the entire concept and using it for my modern les mis headcanons” than an au, but you have to know that the show is about a building and the people who live in it. This means I’m taking the characters of les mis and putting them all inside a building as if I were playing Tomodachi Life.

In the original the building is called Desengaño 21 (Disappointment 21), so to make it more les mis coded in the au it’ll be called Misery 32. I once said that les mis can be a comedy if you try hard enough and I want to prove it.

I made a doddle to organize in which floor each character would live and with who but this will change as the au advances. This is just how it is at the beginning. I added an extra floor, in the show there are only 3, but les mis has too many characters

Inhabitants of Misery 32, by order of flat:

1ºA: Joly, Musichetta and Bossuet. Musichetta is a middle school teacher, she was Joly’s girlfriend until he caught her having an affair with his friend Bossuet, since then the three of them are happily dating each other in a polycule. Joly is a surgeon and Bossuet works at a videoclub next door to the building. They live in the first floor because Bossuet is clumsy as fuck and they don’t want him to accidentally fall from the balcony and get hurt (it has happened before), and because Joly is a cane user and the elevator of the building is always broken.

1ºB: Valjean, Javert and Cosette: Valjean is an ex convict and Cosette is his adoptive daughter, as in canon. Javert used to be a police inspector but quitted his job after redeeming himself (not entirely, he’s still an asshole with everyone who isn’t Valjean). All of this is kept in secret from their neighbors, they tell them Valjean used to be a factory owner and mayor of a town (which is true at the end of the day). They tell people (even Cosette) that they are just friends as they think they are too old to come out of the closet and Javert is lowkey gay and homophobic, but everyone knows they fuck. Valjean is named president of the community against his will for his past as a mayor, he hates that position, but if it’s what his neighbors want he accepts it. Cosette has a crush on both Marius and Éponine. They live on the first floor because Javert has tried to throw himself from tall places before, better safe than sorry.

2ºA: Magloire, Baptistine and Hucheloup (or how their neighbours call them: The Golden Girls): Baptistine is the sister of the late Bishop Myriel. Magloire and her are two spinsters who may or may not have something sapphic going on. Hucheloup is their friend who started living with them after her husband passed away. She is the owner of the Corinthe, a tavern on that same street. She used to live in the 3ºB when her husband was alive but now rents it to two of her waitresses and a friend of theirs.

2ºB: Enjolras and Combeferre. And they were roommates. Combeferre is a pediatrician and Enjolras is a social worker. They’re best friends and have known each other (and Courfeyrac) since school. Enjolras is the founder of Les Amis and the others join progressively. (Also, amis relevant fact: The Musain isn’t a café, it’s a videoclub (in the show there is a videoclub next to the building and a group of friends who live there have their reunions there, they are called “the wise men council” and they even have a 12 year old too lmao)). At some point Enjolras and Cosette figure out that they are half siblings, which is a scandal in the entire building. The joke of them looking alike got too far💀

3ºA: Éponine and Grantaire. That flat used to be the home to the entire Thènardier family, until the parents got in legal problems. They hid in the basement for a while, until they got caught and sent to jail (this happened before Valjean, Javert and Cosette moved to the buildinghere). Since then Éponine has been living there since she is the only adult of the Thènardier children while her siblings are in foster houses, they visit her very often and she’s trying to adopt them. Grantaire is a friend who’s living with her. He’s a painter with a failure of artistic career and has a big crush on Enjolras, the guy doesn’t seem to notice him tho.

3ºB: Louison (the waitress of the Musain, I'm pretty sure her name was something like that but maybe I just made it up, who knows??), Matelote and Gibelotte: Matelote and Gibelotte are Hucheloup’s waitresses at the Corinthe. Matelote hates Grantaire because he called her ugly once at a neighbors reunion. She and Gibelotte are girlfriends. Lucienne works at the Musain (the videoclub) with Bahorel.

4ºA: Feuilly, Jehan and Montparnasse: Jehan and Montparnasse are dating, no one really knows why, they are so different. Everyone loves Jehan but Montparnasse is a dick who doesn’t beat the vampire allegations, everyone’s scared of him (except for Jehan and Éponine who apparently had a situationship with him). Feuilly is the doorman of the building, he hates his job.

4ºB: Courfeyrac, Marius and Mabeuf: Courfeyrac and Marius met at law school (yeah, law school, but they are only there because their parents (grandfather in Marius’ case) forced them). Courfeyrac used to live alone but when Marius had a big fight with his grandfather he went to live with him. Mabeuf just kind of joined them later, who doesn’t love to have a 60 year old roommate?

I think I forgot about Bahorel 💀

That's it for now!! I'll keep not being normal about this au. It lives rent free in my head

#les mis #les miserables #anhqv #jean valjean #Javert #cosette fauchelevent #feuilly #jehan prouvaire #montparnasse #mabeuf #marius pontmercy #courfeyrac #combeferre #enjolras #mere hucheloup #magloire #baptistine #i think i tagged everyone??????#les amis de l'abc

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bludhavens-finest · 8 months ago

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Ok so this is the biggest blog I have so I will be talking about it here, also comics have always been inherently political so it makes sense to talk about here, this will be posted to the rest of my blogs as well

I’m going to tag this with tw’s, if you don’t want to see more shit about the election I get it believe me I do, that’s fine. If you do stay around I’m going to be incredibly blunt about this shit

1. Do not fucking kill yourself. The amount of queer and especially young people I have seen saying that they are going to is astronomical, these people are not worth loosing your life. If you need help, get help, talk to someone, at the end of this post I’ll add numbers/websites

2. If you are disabled like me, and you need something medically whether that be vaccines, surgeries, procedures, mobility aids, medications, or even certain information; get them now while you can. The medical system in America is a bitch to deal with and even harder to get into, most of my appointments take at least three months, but if you can get in and get things done before they switch who’s in office, get it done now.

3. If you are trans and planning to get gender affirming surgery or healthcare in the next few months same goes for you, get the surgeries while you still can and get on meds now, if you get on them now it’s going to be easier to keep the prescription for as long as you can.

4. If you’re a woman or afab, get birth control while you can. Because they are going to get rid of birth control at this point, they’ve already gone after abortions and this is the next step.

5. But queer/feminist/punk media and books while you still can, because yes they can and will ban books they already do it in schools

6. Honestly I would even go so far as to say start buying physical copies of certain bands if you can, because most hardcore and just regular punk bands will probably be less accessible

7. Honestly probably just get a vpn at this point, I know you’ve gotten an ad for one from a YouTuber before, look into the company’s, find one you can afford and like

8. If non-Americans or even just some Americans who are republicans (which if you are fuck off.) think this is an over-exaggeration it’s really not.

America is the only first world country without universal healthcare, most people in this country either die waiting for a doctor, die because of a doctor (medical negligence and malpractice are leading causes of death in America, over a quarter of a million people die a year because of it.), public transit is non-existent, disabled people have been fighting for our rights for decades, women lost the right to control their own bodies after having that right for less then a life span. Many woman were there when roe v wade passed and still alive when it was overturned. Because it all happened in the span of 50 years. The amount of violence in our police departments (that are only getting more and more funding), the lack of education and lack of historically accurate information taught in public schools, the literal fucking constant brainwashing campaigns.

This is all coming from someone who is Afab, a Minor, living in the south, mentally and physically disabled, a lesbian, and trans. Believe me I understand how fucking scared people are.

It is 2024 almost 2025, not 1970. You have access to information and you are entitled to being informed, so inform yourself. Check your own sources, do your own research.

I’m well aware that this all seems fucking dystopian, I know that it seems like there’s no point, but keep yourself safe. If you need a break from seeing all this filter your tags, go outside for a while, get off the internet, play with your pets, talk to friends. Just don’t let yourself sit in this and worry yourself to death, it’s not going to help anyone.

Numbers you can call: 1-866-488-7386 (Trevor project), If you go to their website you can also text if talking isn’t safe, 988 (suicide and crisis line),

#ooc post #but an important one #election 2024 #us elections #tw sui talk #tw sui ideation #tw us politics #disability #queer community

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n30nwrites · 4 months ago

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Chapter 7 - Play Dead

Masterlist here

Warnings - Suicide (still alive, not detailed)

Beta Editor: @letmelickyoureyeballs

Note: Not back, but I need to post ig?? I'm 20 now.

Part of being on the job was having a code name. Maya’s was Silver, named after the element. Yours was Chimera, for reasons that you didn’t like thinking about. Price’s was based off his last name, a little on the nose but the man was cocky. Ghost was silent, unknown. His face was unknown, it matched him. But revealing identities was dangerous in the workforce. It did not take a lot for people to sell people out, which is why you had to focus on calling them the correct names.

Soap interrupts your thoughts.

“I thought you had a car? That jeep you-”

“I can’t drive. I never really cared to learn how too.” You tell Soap, leaning next to Silver as she just stares outside the window. It took her a different mindset to get ready for a mission, one she was currently mentally preparing for.

Price speaks up next, “It’s kind of important to know how to-”

“Why weren’t you alive 6 years ago?” Ghost interrupts Price, and you know he thinks it's for a good reason. Since the showdown, things have been tense between the two of you. Silver had to convince you to share a vehicle with them, and you only agreed for emotional support. The vehicle was a Ford Explorer, three rows with two seats in each. Soap was driving, Maya sat next to him and was controlling the radio. Price was next to you, and Ghost and Gaz were behind you. “Laswell told me to stop looking into you. Are you a threat?” He decides to not mention how Laswell only hired the two of you through KorTac because of him and how he mentioned you two were his new neighbors. He figured it would irritate you more and he didn’t care to have a gun pointed at him again.

“To you? Probably. As of right now, no.” You look at the flag of your country of origin. It reminded you of your naivety of the world when you first came here. Things had changed since then. “I was alive 6 years ago, I’m older than all of you-”

“Not possible.” Price cuts you off.

“It is when you aren’t human.” Price’s eyes widen, and Ghost’s movements come to a halt. “It seems Soap forgot to mention that to you.” They turn to the driver who has a sheepish smile on his face. Even Gaz seems surprised. You scoffed at them, turning back to the window Maya was looking at.

The building was plain. Mainly gray and it looks like a warehouse. It’s meant to be inconspicuous, an unofficial military base. There isn’t even a fence surrounding it yet it is one of the safer buildings in this state. There’s not many people in this building, and the ones that are are mostly human. You could see the state of their souls, including the direction they were heading when this journey of life was done.

The walls were bland, the entire building was quiet. You didn’t like it. Despite looking abandoned on the outside, it was meticulously clean. Maya was the one leading, despite it being her first time in the building. She was going off of instinct, all of them knew it.

The room you entered looked the opposite. It looked, lived in, messy. There were papers scattered on a table, and some pinned to a cork board. It looked like something out of a tv show. But some of the information was redacted, marked off with thick black sharpie covering words of an unknown origin.

Laswell flinches once you enter the room. Your energy is heavy to her, she’s aware that the boys can’t feel it, but she knows they can tell of her distaste for you. She was glaring from the minute you walked in, but smiled brightly at Silver. You didn’t blame her for her distaste, it ran in your guys' blood. Hating each other was normal. Even though you two personally had no beef.

“Chimera.”

“Angel. Nice to see you again.”

“I’m sure.” Laswell hated that nickname. She gets reminded of why she had this position in the first place. Most task forces in SpecGru that are made up of the supernatural were under her order. But you were KorTac, she couldn’t control you. “Your file is blacked out, like usual.”

“Aw, reading up on me?”

“Don’t flatter yourself.” She tells you, “The only reason you’re here is because of your history with Graves.”

“And the only reason you’re here is because-”

“Get on with the debriefing.” Price interrupts as Maya pulls you away from the Archangel. You don’t stare at her with hatred, despite your words making everyone think you hate her, instead it’s just some neutral stare with a cocky smirk. “We don’t have all day.”

Laswell goes over the mission. It’s always the same. Flying to a different country, killing so many people that Charon himself would regret being born, grabbing files (it’s always files?), and leaving, not thinking about the chaos you left behind. Graves has the support of the Shadow company, obviously. With a hidden location, and a benefactor that no one knew, the only way to get to Graves was to find the people closest to him.

It was time to leave.

You had separated yourself from everyone, Price had stared after you and kept staring even when you were gone. It was strange. Almost like you blended into the shadows, but he knew you weren’t in the room.

He just didn’t know where, and it almost worried him.

Laswell didn’t seem to like you, she seemed disgusted in fact. Though she was smiling with Maya at this moment, and he didn’t understand anything. He wouldn’t get answers either, not from Laswell and not from you.

You were so unbelievably complicated. An intricate web of deceit and neutrality. He had no idea what to think of you. You weren’t perfect. If you were, you would actually tell him what was going on in that beautiful head of yours. He wouldn’t have to fight to have a conversation with you, and you’d actually go on a date with him.

To be fair, he had never asked you. That was what he was going to do after this mission. Just take you on a date, you had to at least give him a chance.

When you come back, you are in full uniform. A helmet that blocked your eyes so he could no longer see them, it was black as well. And finally your gun, an M4 Carbine with a nice scope on it. Silver had a more traditional helmet, similar to his and Soap’s. You seemed different though.

Angry.

He could’ve sworn your eyes were glowing red. Bright enough for him to see through the sunglasses but dull enough that he had to take a second look at you. But you didn’t look at him, you didn’t look at anyone, and even Maya seemed to step away from you. She talked with Soap on the way to the carrier. You were left alone, in the back of the carrier, at least 5 feet away from the last person, which was Ghost. You didn’t speak at all. He couldn’t hear much from you.

Now that he thinks about it, he couldn’t even hear a heartbeat.

You will always remember your first encounter with violence. After just two days of being on Earth, you had entered a bank in the process of being robbed, and because of your idioticness (really your innocence on everything that was Earth) you died.

You died 7 more times after that. The last time being to your Husband. You packed up and left after that. You didn’t care to remember that now, not when you could die again and meet your maker. Not when your mates could die.

You were angry.

You had the high ground (Anakin) as you stared from the top of a building, watching over Silver, Ghost, and Price. Soap and Gaz had gotten separated but were still alive, considering you could hear the Scot yelling in your ear about how they wouldn’t let up. You aimed at a man hidden behind a vehicle, between Silver, Ghost, Price, and the men from the Shadow Company who are more than determined to kill Task Force 141, no one was paying attention to the man attempting to get away.

No one was until he dropped dead. Then it seemed half of the soldiers that you were in battle with turned your way and you ducked under the building parapet. Your eyes dart to the next building. You could make it, you had jumped the River Styx, You’ve made your way through Jaaniw, Jumped out and into Hell (and even Heaven a few times), Escaped the Lake of fire, you could make a simple jump between a building.

Even while being shot at. You had survived worse.

Your head shook, almost inhuman, and your fangs became refined. Your eyes glowed as did your veins as your nails sharpened. This was who you were. Well, part of it. You were still missing two parts.

You jumped, higher than needed and the gunshots followed. With your heightened sense of hearing you could hear the surprised gasps from the Shadow company along with the inquiries of Price and Ghost. You sat up and aimed once again, shooting twice, never missing.

You didn’t miss. You never missed. With each kill it seemed you got worse, more bloodthirsty. Panting as you craved this feeling. This was what your Heaven was. Punishing those who deserved it, and what was better?

Getting back at Graves of course.

You dashed to the opposite side of the wall, before turning around and jumping immediately, not worrying about dying due to height. Your body almost collided with the building but you put a stop to it, your claws extending as you dug into the brick, the building cracking as debris fell with you. You jumped once again, almost like you were climbing down the wall without some sort of protective gear.

You didn’t care anymore.

Your feet hit the ground and you growled. Gunshots were still ringing, and you locked eyes with one of your temporary teammates.

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick.

How was he so gorgeous even when sweating his ass off. It wasn’t fair. The words ‘mate’ left your mouth faster than you could think. You were angry at the idea of something happening to him, to both Soap and Gaz.

You turned to your other temporary teammate. Soap was staring, blood covering him from head to toe, he looked worse than Gaz. You rushed over, checking their bodies for wounds. You couldn’t smell his blood, just the enemies. “You guys are okay?”

“What’s gotten into you?” Gaz questions, touching your shoulder, which causes you to pause. You don’t like touch, not from strangers and you have to convince yourself to ignore the shiver from it, and ignore the feelings that rose with it. They were fighting against each other and you hated it. “You seem different.”

“You two should stay near me.” You tell them, “Keep safe. Mates are safer together.” You spoke the last bit to yourself as you turned towards the gun shots. “The rest are over here.” The two followed you as you snuck over to the others. It seemed that the chaos was almost over, just a few more men. And you decided to end it right there.

Sneaking up from behind, you quickly put one man into a chokehold, shooting the other point-blank in the head, his body collapsed onto the ground right as you yanked your shoulder back, snapping the other guy’s neck and dropping the body with a large thud. Gaining the attention of the final man, he shot at you quickly, firing three rounds at your chest, which would’ve hit.

They should’ve hit.

But you were gone, and Soap and Gaz watched as you appeared right behind him, knife in hand as you slit his throat. You were smiling, almost deranged as you stared at them while his body dropped. “Let’s go meet with the others, ay?”

“He’s in the building.” Price tells you all, and Silver’s hand starts to glow as she finishes a rune she was carving on her arm. Before she turns to you.

“Lift your sleeve.” She mumbles as Price continues to speak. It seemed like you two were in your own little world, she avoids your gaze though. It seemed even your partner was being cautious with you. As if a wrong move could set off a volcano, she gently turns your arm and traces your veins. “You need to calm down.”

“They were almost hurt. They could’ve been hurt. They shouldn’t be doing this.” You lean closer to her yet you still look at the men behind her.

“They are grown men. They’ve done this before, and they aren’t human. They will be fine.” She reassures you. “You only feel this way because of your current mindset, once you get back home this won’t matter anymore.” She hates the words that leave her mouth, you would care in your own twisted way. The way that meant pushing everyone away because you were hurt once before and therefore every man would hurt you.

She wished you would just get some damn therapy.

Task Force 141 does not notice what is going on until they smell blood. Then their heads snap towards you, where they witness Maya cutting into your skin with her knife, the blood that forms is black. Soap takes a step towards her until you look at him, “Don’t,” you warn them as she carves the first rune into your arm. It was something simple, something that would help you in the near future.

He’s inside the building. It’s four stories, looks to be abandoned but you can sense dozens upon dozens of people from the Shadow Company all looking around, waiting for all of you. It would be intimidating if you weren’t so confident. Plus you would never let humans hurt your mates, nor Maya.

Yourself, you didn’t really care. You always came back.

You weren’t paying attention to Price’s plan, and so while his entire idea was to sneak past everyone (which would fail because despite being trained, Gaz is not the best at sneaking around) and find your target, the less bloodshed the better, your plan was to just find his soul and drag him down with you. But that would require leaving your mates and you couldn’t do that right now.

The debriefing ended, everyone agreeing to sneak into the building through an unused underground hallway because of course this building had one. There seemed to be a gathering going on, you weren’t sure. But the group all walked in a line.

You stood behind Gaz, watching and preventing any misstep he might’ve taken. It was strange to suddenly start caring about them. You knew it would disappear as soon as the mission was over and yet you couldn’t find yourself to care. You would enjoy this for the moment.

You would enjoy him for the moment.

Yeah, you were staring at Gaz’s ass. It was inappropriate, especially when you were sneaking around. You had completely zoned out. Thankfully your face was covered because it was so obvious what you were doing. Especially to Maya who was following right behind Ghost but constantly glancing at you, and despite not looking at her you knew she was rolling her eyes. But you couldn’t care. It would all disappear, these feelings. After the mission it would disappear, so while you had half of your soul, you were going to keep staring.

You barely hear Price yelling your name. It takes Ghost grabbing your shoulder roughly for you to snap out of it. It reminds you that he’s right behind you, walking in a row. “Something interesting with Gaz, sergeant?” He seems he wants to embarrass you, enjoying your pause.

“It’s Colonel, Second Lieutenant.” You called him by his title, “And just his ass.” You admitted, “It’s nice.”

Gaz just looks surprised, slightly confused but his heart is fluttering. He makes eye contact with you and you just wink. It’s not the time but you couldn’t care. “Let’s just get this shit on the road.” Maya says as she pushes Ghost away in a way to keep the peace between you two. “Let’s just find this guy and get out of here.” Maya glares at you as she says this sentence, trying to get you to act right for the next 30 minutes before you two would inevitably break off from the rest of the group.

It didn’t take long to find him. He held himself up in a meeting room, holding a gun out to everyone, he was severely outmatched but still thought he had a chance. He’s dressed in a nice suit, so nice it felt like he was overcompensating (he was) but he didn’t seem terrified, more like he was cocky. You could only guess that he thought he could talk himself out of this. The room itself looked like it was made to hold meetings, a large round table in the center that could hold up to 18 people, maybe 22 if some more chairs were pulled up. It was decorated in red and had deer heads mounted against the wall. He rotated the gun to aim at each and everyone’s head, but you didn’t waiver. None of them did.

“Tell us everything about Graves.” You ordered.

He told you where he thought Graves was heading, his plan to take over, and how he faked his death. He wanted revenge, as most men did. Then he continued his rant. It was all stupid, you couldn’t stop yourself from rolling your eyes. Being powerful was a drug, addictive but once you’ve had it you become stupid with desperation. Graves was, and so was this man.

“Graves won’t stop until he finds-” he says your name in disbelief and you glare at him, Soap stares at you, but the rest keep up the facade. “Which is strange because he’s supposed to be dead.” He doesn’t recognize you, he wouldn’t with the mask and the complete uniform change, if all he’s seen is a photo of your face, he wouldn’t know it was you. But they did, there was no way they didn’t.

Damn, he really just outed all your secrets didn’t he. Why doesn’t he tell them all about your heritage too while he’s at it.

You stalked closer to him, while he stares at Price. Silver is on the opposite end of where you are, she looks at you while you move closer and she does the same. He decides to start swinging his gun around at both of your movements, not sure who to shoot first, but he was making a choice.

Chimera or Silver.

The choice was obvious to him. And he fired.

“Oh you sexist pig are you kidding me! The woman really?” You exclaim as his bullet collides with her skin, but no longer does she look the same. Her skin has changed, now impenetrable. The bullet just flattens against her skin and drops to the ground. His face changes, and he yells in disbelief. It is always strange when a human suddenly finds out about the supernatural. But he didn’t have anymore time to react as you went over to him and snapped his neck. You felt his soul go through you before he went down, goosebumps formed on your arms because of it. Another soul you had to accept into the gates of hell, which you did immediately.

“When the fuck were you gonna tell us you were married to Graves?” Price moves fast, stepping quickly to get in front of you before grabbing onto your shoulder, confronting you immediately once the man is down. “This is something we should’ve known.”

“Calm the fuck down, Alpha.” You pushed back, taunting him, “It wasn’t relevant information. And don’t touch me again.”

“You should’ve told us.” Gaz says, interrupting the showdown. “We should know you’re married.”

“Was married.” You were disgusted just thinking about him.

“That doesn’t matter, you have ties to the man we are hunting down!” Soap interjected.

“Oh god this is pathetic.” You rolled your eyes, “Is this what you’re gonna do now? You guys think you’re entitled to my business just because I made a bet with Isis years ago this is just bull shit. Are you guys gonna question me the whole way?” From the way Ghost was looking at you, you got your answer. “This is just great.” You backed away from them.

“Were you gonna tell us?” Ghost asks.

“Maya, wake me up when we’re at the base.”

You take out your gun, and shoot yourself.

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stargirlexpressss · 10 months ago

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Hi, how are you?

If your requests for Art are still open there is something i would love to see if possible.

Wednesday stood in front of the Mirror of Erised from Harry Potter, where she see's Enid in the mirror because Enid is the most desperate desire of her heart, with Wednesday having an earth shattering look of longing for her.

Thank you, hope you have a good day :)

Hello helloooooooo

I hope i satisfied ur request, ik I already posted smth today but I just couldn’t resist drawing this!!!!! I’m not the best at expressions, but i tried my best to combine Wednesday’s stoicism and hozier level yearning in one.

Also, Hogwarts Wenclair headcanons to go with this:

- Wednesday was def a hatstall, because she is ridiculously brave, undeniably curious and free thinking AND ambitious/ resourceful. She started cursing the sorting hat after it took too long to sort her so she was immediately put into Slytherin.

- She rooms with Yoko in this AU and Enid practically lives at their dorm. They still have those domestic shenanigans going on, but they’re not roommates.

- Enid is very popular. Star quidditch player, CAPTAIN of the quidditch team since fourth year, extroverted as hell, smart but only putting effort into subjects she’s interested in, very much lovable student athlete.

- They didn’t fuck with each other at all for the first three years at hogwarts. Enid def talked shit abt wednesday in front if her face AND behind her back, while wednesday pulled the pettiest pranks on her whilst claiming she had nothing to do with any of them.

- obviously wednesday is lily and james live! Harry in this, so she has near death experiences every single year. Because she’s a Slytherin she doesn’t get the praise that OG harry does, people just whisper behind her back and she hates it. The only people who are straight up bitches to her are Enid, Bianca and sometimes Yoko (cause really, she can’t be bothered to care most of the time). So, consequently the only people she kind of respects are those three.

- in fourth year, Enid and Wednesday are picked for the triwizard tournament, (lower year limit in this AU) and just like Cedric and Harry, Enid and Wednesday trauma bond over it.

- Enid doesn’t die unlike Cedric, SHE saves Wednesday’s life at the graveyard.

- Wednesday used to see other things in the mirror of erised, in first year she saw her pet nero alive and well, but it felt like her heart stopped beating when she looked into it a second time and she saw Enid’s smiling face.

Thank you so much for the ask, this was so fun 🖤🩷

#wednesday netflix #wednesday addams #wednesday x enid #wednesday series #harry potter au #wednesday fanart #wenclair #wenclair fanart #enid sinclair #wednesday is soft for enid

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dragonridersandhighlords · 10 days ago

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Start a Riot (Between the Lines Drabble)

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Summary: Life is good for the Iron Squad, but an overnight sensation threatens their musical reign, and everyone has mixed feelings.

Pairing: Xaden Riorson x Violet Sorrengail

Notes: who knew I would ever write a riorgail fic! Should I continue it?

Warnings: none?

Word Count: <1k

The rehearsal studio reeked of citrus cleaner, hot cables, and Rhiannon’s sweet energy drinks, but Violet barely noticed anymore. They’d lived in that soundproof box for two years—long enough for the cracks in the walls to feel like part of the rhythm.

She leaned against her mic stand, turning to her friends. “From the top?”

Sawyer was already strumming, a loose ripple of chords. Rhiannon spun around from her keyboard with a grin. Ridoc gave a dramatic drumstick twirl, counting them in.

One, two, three—

The beat had just kicked in when the door slammed open.

“You guys need to see this.”

Dain Aetos. Manager. Professional fire extinguisher. Known interrupter of good creative flow.

Rhiannon groaned. “Unless someone’s dead, this better be—”

“Worse.” Dain’s voice was dry. He held up his phone, screen glowing. “Check Navarre Soundwire.”

Ridoc snatched the phone. “Dude, I just got unbanned last week.”

Then he read the headline, and everything stilled.

‘THE MARKED ONES’ STORM INTO NAVARRE’S MUSIC SCENE — IS IRON SQUAD’S TIME UP?

New single “Blood on My Hands” drops like a bomb. With their gritty lyrics, aggressive sound, and mystery frontman Xaden Riorson, this five-piece is already trending worldwide. Rivalry incoming? We think yes.

Sawyer cursed. Rhiannon leaned over Ridoc’s shoulder, blinking. “Who the hell are these people?”

Dain pinched the bridge of his nose. “Underground band. Navarrian label just signed them under our old distributor. And guess what—”

“They’re using our venue rotation,” Violet said quietly, reading the article behind Ridoc’s knuckles.

Dain nodded. “First show in Montserrat. Two weeks before our set.”

“Holy shit,” Ridoc muttered. He’d already pulled out his phone again. “No way I’m letting these eyeliner knockoffs jack our momentum.”

“Ridoc—” Dain started.

“Too late.” Violet says as she watches Ridoc whip out his own phone, open twitter, and post. Account banned, appearing in bold. “New record: 47 seconds.”

“I am the fastest man alive,” Ridoc declares.

Sawyer took the phone, scrolling through the attached press photos. “These guys look like they crawled out of a tragic poetry reading.”

“They’ve got a look,” Rhiannon said cautiously. “Brooding. Clean branding. That song’s not bad either.” She turned to Violet. “You okay?”

Violet hadn’t moved from her position over Ridoc. Her stomach was buzzing—annoyance, maybe. Or anticipation.

Because Xaden Riorson’s voice had cut through that single like steel through silk. Low. Controlled. Angry in a way that didn’t scream, but seethed.

And it wasn’t that she knew him. It was that she felt like she could.

Dain clapped once, loud and sharp. “Okay, so here’s what we’re not doing: starting a war.”

Ridoc groaned.

Sawyer snorted.

“I’m serious,” Dain continued. “We don’t feed the media frenzy. No subtweets. No passive-aggressive lyrics. No beef.”

“Too late,” Ridoc said. “My tweet said ‘Beef incoming’ before I got banned.”

Dain looked like he might pass out.

“Let’s just rehearse,” Violet said finally. “Let them make noise. We’ll make music.”

next part

Thank you @theseinfernalangels for entertaining my boy band thought!

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seb-in-the-shadows · 4 months ago

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❄️🍓Falling for you... Literally🍓❄️

It’s here! Finally lmao 😭 Aria x Sebastian fluff!

Valentines Day fic several days late but shhh

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences (minor cursing, mature themes) Characters are 7th years.

Tags: TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF, Mutual Pining, Sexual & Romantic tension. The love is requited they’re both just idiots. LOVEEE BITCH! Confessions and first kisses - featuring a cheeky 4th wall break referencing, if you know you know ;)) pahaha sry im so unserious lol

A/N: Special thank you to @butternutt613 and @mrsgoofygracie for your help with inspiration, proof reading and for supporting me! I really appreciate it a lot and it helped me finish it! 🤗 ❤️✨and it helped me get confidence to post

I love music to my fics atm and I literally agonised over so many great choices, but ultimately landed on these two - in order of how the fic turns out, should you wish to add to the experience by listening! 🥰 I hope you enjoy, and ofc, Happy Belated Valentines Day!

Hogsmeade had transformed into a winter wonderland, draped in a thick blanket of snow. Snow drifted lazily from the sky, settling in Sebastian’s dark curls and clinging to the collar of his coat. The village glowed warmly in the soft twilight, golden light spilling from shop windows, enchanted lanterns floating overhead, and heart-shaped charms gently pulsing with a rosy hue.

Hogsmeade was alive with the gentle hum of chatter, couples strolling hand-in-hand in the snow and shop windows decorated with enchanted hearts that pulsed with their soft, rosy glow.

The whole village had fallen into a picturesque winter’s day—a perfect setting for Valentine’s Day.

Valentine’s Day.

A day Sebastian would rather not acknowledge.

No, Sebastian was far too occupied to notice any of it.

Not because he didn’t enjoy it. Not because he was bitter about the sight of couples walking hand-in-hand, their soft laughter floating through the air.

No. He didn’t care about any of that.

What made it unbearable—what made his stomach twist every damn time this holiday rolled around—was the fact that he wasn’t celebrating it with Aria.

Aria was standing in front of him, her cheeks flushed pink from the cold, her eyes shimmering with awe. So, they were just… walking together. Like always.

Like they weren’t each other’s first thought every morning and last thought every night. Like they weren’t utterly, hopelessly in love with each other, just too stubborn to admit it.

At least, he was.

Aria, on the other hand, was entirely unbothered, beaming up at the snow falling around them, utterly oblivious to the way his heart clenched just looking at her.

“Look at this place,” she sighed, tilting her head back to admire the lights. “Hogsmeade really outdid itself this year.”

Sebastian shoved his hands into his coat pockets, glancing at a particularly obnoxious floating heart nearby.

“Mm. Nothing says ‘Happy Valentine’s Day’ like enchanted decorations reminding you that you’re single.”

Aria snorted. “Oh, shut up. It’s sweet. Besides, if you weren’t so picky, you wouldn’t be single.”

Sebastian stiffened. “Excuse me?”

She grinned, nudging his side playfully with a bitten smile.

“You heard me. You could’ve gone with Anne when she tried setting you up last month.”

Sebastian scowled. “That was an absolute disaster.”

“She said the girl was lovely.”

“She called me Sebby.”

Aria howled with laughter, grabbing his arm for support. “Oh, no. Not Sebby!”

Sebastian groaned. “She said it three times, Aria. I barely escaped with my life.”

“Well, at least you’ve got me,” she teased, flashing him a grin.

Sebastian’s heart lurched.

You have no idea how much I wish that were true.

Instead of answering, he shook his head, desperately trying to ignore the warmth of her arm still looped through his.

“I heard some friends call you ‘Sebby Chicken’ last week, I must say I’m rather taken with the colourful moniker ~”

He rolled his eyes with a groan as she barely bit back her utterly enchanting and infectious laughter.

“I hate all of you.”

“Oh, look!” Aria suddenly gasped, cutting off her cheeky bitten smile at her teasing of him, her eyes lighting up as she pointed to the quaint stalls. Her other arm tightening around his with her excitement.

“They’ve got a cart selling chocolate-covered strawberries! Seb, we have to.”

Sebastian smirked. “You’re aware those are traditionally for couples, yes?”

Aria shrugged with a playful scoff.

“So? It’s chocolate.”

Sebastian chuckled.

“Well, when you put it like that.”

Within minutes, Aria was holding a skewer of fresh, warm strawberries, the chocolate melting slightly off of them even in the winter air.

Aria took a bite, humming happily with an appreciative groan. “Oh, these are absolutely sinful.”

Sebastian watched as she licked a stray drop of chocolate from her plush glossed lip, his stomach twisting violently. As if the moment were wading in water, the way her lips closed around the sweet treat…

This was torture.

“Seb?”

He blinked, suddenly realizing he’d been staring a little too hard. “Huh?”

Aria held up her skewer with a mischievous smile, was he imagining that? “Want one?”

Sebastian hesitated for half a second too long, glancing between her sparkling eyes and the sweet treat on the skewer in her hands, before drawing in and taking a bite. Sinking his teeth into the sweet flesh of the strawberry, the warm chocolate eliciting a soft hum of appreciation himself.

Aria didn’t move her hand away in time, meaning his lips just barely grazed her fingertips. Her breath hitched, though he wasn’t sure if he’d misheard that.

The moment stretched, silent, charged, tense.

Aria swallowed, blinking at him. “That was—”

“Delicious,” Sebastian cut in quickly, forcing himself to step back with a tense laugh before he did something stupid. Like kiss her senseless.

Aria cleared her throat, shifting awkwardly with a flushed smile. “Right. Yeah. Delicious...”

Sebastian wanted to scream.

After a very tense few minutes, Aria seemed to decide that the best way to break the tension was through violence, of course.

Which was why Sebastian found himself abruptly pelted in the back of the head with a snowball.

He stopped mid-stride. Slowly turned.

Aria stood a few feet away, smirking that tongue toothed smile that winded him, a second snowball already in hand. Looking like a bird ready to take flight at any given moment.

Sebastian exhaled through his nose, unable to hide his widening grin as his heart raced. “You little menace.”

Aria grinned wider, Sebastian bent down to grab a handful of snow—

“NOPE—”

Aria bolted. Darting behind a stall. Sebastian chased her immediately, laughing as she shrieked and darted and weaved between streetlamps and benches, narrowly avoiding his attacks with utterly bubbling laughter.

“Sebastian, I swear if you throw that at me—”

The snowball hit her square in the chest with a thud.

There was a heartbeat of silence as Aria slowly looked down at the splattered mess of snow on her coat, then up at him, her eyes disbelieving.

Sebastian grinned. “Happy Valentine’s Day~”

Aria blinked before smirking. “You little shit -“

Before he could move, a well-aimed snowball smacked against his shoulder, knocking his smugness down a peg.

“Oh, you wound me,” he said, dramatically clutching his chest. “How will I ever recover?”

“You won’t~” Aria teased before launching another snowball.

Sebastian barely had time to dodge, laughing as he ducked behind a bench. Aria was relentless—which he loved about her—but he wasn’t going to lose a snowball fight without giving as good as he gets.

The war waged on, sending handfuls of snow flying as the two of them chased each other through the snowy village, giggling like children. More than one onlooker shook their heads fondly at their antics.

Finally, after several failed attempts, he lunged, catching her by the wrist and spinning her into him.

She collided right into his broad chest with a small “Oof!”

Aria had inadvertently managed to tackle him unawares onto the ground. Tumbling into a particularly soft snowbank, sending them both toppling over in a mess of limbs and laughter.

Sebastian groaned as he found himself lying on his back, Aria practically sprawled on top of him.

He blinked up at her, his hands instinctively settling on her waist. She was so close—lips parted, breath warm against his cold skin, snowflakes caught in her eyelashes. His heart, already pounding from their chase, stuttered for an entirely different reason.

“You’ve… you’ve got snow in your hair,” Aria murmured, reaching up to brush some of the melting flakes away without thought.

Sebastian swallowed. She was breathtaking.

The laughter between them had died instantly as the world narrowed down to just this—her body pressed against his, her hands clutching his snow sodden coat, his strong arms locked firmly around her waist. Both softly panting from running, staring into each other’s eyes with tender smiles and rosy cheeks.

Seb peered up at her, relishing in the feeling of her in his arms this way. How natural it had felt to be pressed against her, holding her steady on top of him.

The way the frost nipped at her soft cheeks, he couldn’t help pretend she was flushed from being together this way. Her eyes lidded with a snatched breath as they met his lips, before peering into his brown eyes again. Plush lips softly parted. He’d felt instantly jealous of that fucking chocolate strawberry from earlier…

Sebastian swallowed hard.

Aria wasn’t laughing, as he’d might have expected.

Her eyes searched the depths of his, her lips parted as if there were a million things she wanted to say, but couldn’t.

And Sebastian - bloody fool that he was - could only lie there, his heart hammering painfully, his hands aching to pull her even closer. Fingers flexing slightly at her waist, itching to be closer.

Much like her, without thought, he’d caught a stray golden strand from hovering over her eyes. Gently tucking it behind her ear with the reverence of a lover. Aria’s lips parted softly, barely able to breathe.

His chest tightened as he could have sworn Aria leant into him. That she drew nearer with bated breath, her eyes loving. His heart was exploding in his chest as he moved to draw in towards her soft lips.

But then—

“Oi! No snogging in the street!”

Gareth’s voice rang out from somewhere nearby, alongside their friends in the winding streets of Hogsmeade. Breaking the spell instantly.

“This is a family place, eh? Keep it in your pants, Sallow~”

Aria jumped off of him with such force she almost stumbled back right onto her arse in the snow. Her cheeks flaming with a wave of embarrassment.

“We weren’t—! I mean—”

Sebastian cleared his throat with a dark growl. “Bloody Weasley.” As she slowly rose to his feet and dusted off the snow with a dark glare shot his way for interrupting them.

Aria laughed, but it was nervous, breathless. Smoothing down her coat with an emphatic clear of her throat as her eyes darted everywhere BUT Sebastian.

“I, uh… should probably head back soon.”

Sebastian forced a smirk.

“Afraid of losing another fight?”

Aria snorted. “You didn’t win, Sallow.”

He quirked a brow. “I had you in my arms. That’s a victory.”

Aria’s eyes softened, just a fraction, before she looked away. Her voice smaller than before.

“Come on, then,” she murmured, nudging his side. “Let’s go home.”

Sebastian followed without protest.

Because one day—one day soon—he was going to gather every ounce of Gryffindor courage in him, pull her into his arms, and tell her the truth.

That she was his home.

And that he’d been in love with her for years.

Hogsmeade grew smaller as the two wandered the snowy grounds back to Hogwarts. Despite Gareth’s untimely interruption, Sebastian and Aria had not spoken about what had almost happened.

They’d walked in near silence, the weight of something unspoken, something monumental crackling in the air between them.

Sebastian itched to touch her, hold her hand, link their arms, anything.

Sebastian’s heart hadn’t stopped racing since he had her in his arms. Oh Merlin.. And he knew—he knew—he couldn’t let this night end without saying something.

The walk home felt torturously long. Sebastian was unsure whether he’d have strength enough to find the words.

Should he have gotten her a gift? Unapologetically proclaiming his unwavering love for her that grew stronger each passing day?

When they reached the castle gates, Aria hesitated. Pulling him irrevocably from his thoughts.

“Hey…” she murmured, not looking at him, but at the snow by their feet.

Sebastian tensed, though his tone was gentle. Hopeful. “Yeah?”

She fidgeted with her gloves, her breath visible in the cold air. Finally meeting his eyes.

“Come with me to the Astronomy Tower?”

Sebastian blinked, his heart skipping a beat.

“You’re not dragging me up there to push me off, are you?”

Aria huffed a soft laugh through her nose, playfully rolling her eyes. Before teasing with a wicked smirk,

“I’d have done that ages ago if I wanted to, Sallow~”

Sebastian smirked, clutching his chest in feigned indignation,

“Wicked woman~”

They laughed, and he of course followed without protest.

The tower was quiet when they arrived, the usual student stargazers absent due to the cold. The wind bit at their skin, but the sky above was stunning—crisp, endless, and dusted with glistening stars.

Aria shivered. She smiled up at the wondrous sky despite it.

Without thinking, Sebastian shrugged off his coat and draped it over her shoulders.

Aria startled slightly, blinking up at him.

Sebastian shrugged with a tender smile. “You’re freezing.”

Aria swallowed. Something changed in her expression. Her eyes were glistening again as they had twice before that day. When they shared the strawberries, and after their snowball fight right before -

She pulled the cloak tighter around herself, eyes flickering away with a soft breath of a laugh.

“You’re always looking after me, you know.”

Something warm in her eyes as she seemed far away in thought, glancing up at the vastness of the starlit sky. Whilst she kept her eyes skyward, his were trained on her. The curves and contours of her striking features. As though memorising her in this moment.

Sebastian exhaled a laugh, his fingers flexing at his sides with a playful roll of his eyes.

“Well, someone’s got to look after you. You’re reckless, practically a walking hazard.”

She nudged his ribs with a barely suppressed smirk,

“You’re one to talk~”

After their quiet laughter, she quieted.

And suddenly, the weight of years of something just out of reach seemed to settle between them.

“Sebastian…” she whispered into a soft cloud of warm breath in the frozen air.

His breath caught. The way she said his name..

She turned fully to face him now, clutching the edges of his coat around herself shoulders, as though gathering her courage.

“I—I need to know,” she murmured.

Eyes imploring.

“Tonight… Back there…”

She swallowed,

“Was I imagining it?”

Sebastian’s stomach twisted.

Because—Merlin’s sake.

Was she seriously asking if she’d imagined it?

The way he’d ached for her? The way he’d starved for her, year after year, hiding it behind smirks and playful jabs?

She had no idea at all, did she?

His silence must have made her nervous, because she shifted, chewing her lip.

“…Forget it,” she mumbled, moving to step away.

Sebastian caught her wrist. She stilled.

Sebastian swallowed hard, voice fervent. “You weren’t imagining it.”

Aria’s breath hitched. She turned back to him, hope and hesitation warring in her expression. In her beautiful, starlit eyes.

Sebastian stepped closer, calloused fingertips reaching for her spare hand, encasing them in his own for warmth.

“You never have.”

Aria’s fingers trembled where they clutched his coat, and then within his warm, safe grasp.

“…Then why have you never—?”

“I was a coward,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

“I didn’t want to ruin what we had. Didn’t want to lose you if I got it wrong.”

Aria stared at him, snowflakes softly starting to catch in her long lashes.

Then, very softly, she asked,

“…And now?”

Sebastian’s pulse roared in his ears.

He lifted a hand, grazing his knuckles along her cheek with a touch lighter than a moth’s wing.

“Now,” he breathed, “I don’t want to waste another bloody second.”

Aria’s lips parted—just before Sebastian closed the space between them, and kissed her.

It was soft at first, hesitant—like they were both testing the waters of something they’d spent years pretending wasn’t there. Soft sighs and feeling tasered by the other’s tantalising lips. Something settling in the pit of their stomachs when Aria kissed him back.

A quiet, desperate sound left her as she fisted her hands in his shirt, pulling him closer, deeper—and Sebastian was undone.

He let out a shaky breath, tilting his head to devour her properly. His strong hands shifted to sweep her stray golden curls from her eyes as he met her lips in a tantalising kiss. Unhurried and teasing, before gently swiping his tongue across her lips for permission.

With a soft gasp she parted her lips, fingers threading through his hair as he messaged her tongue with his. His hands slid down her arms, around her back to pull her flush against his chest with a low groan. His arms locking tightly around her waist as though afraid she’d disappear. She let out a sweet sigh against his lips.

Aria melted against him, her hands slipping back into his hair, gripping tight as though she, too, had waited years for this. Arching her back into him as she chased his touch and feelings she’d waited years to act on.

The Astronomy Tower was silent but for their ragged breaths, the sound of lips parting and meeting again, the way his name left her in a breathless whisper between kisses.

Sebastian was dizzy.

They finally, finally broke apart, foreheads touching, breath mingling in the cold air as they parted just to catch their breath.

Aria laughed softly, a bit breathless, a bit dazed. Biting her lip on her smile.

Sebastian grinned with a light tease. “That good, huh?”

She rolled her eyes but beamed at him, cheeks flushed. “Oh shut up~”

Then, quieter, softer she murmured lovingly,

“…Happy Valentine’s Day, Seb.”

Sebastian exhaled a laugh, pressing his lips to her forehead as he cupped her cheeks. As though she were precious and beloved, and he could finally admit to it.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, love.”

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Delayed Mark

Word count: 5539

Paring: Choso x Gn! Reader

Summary: In a world with soulmates you were the only one born without a mark. After 25 years thinking you will never have a soulmate, your mark randomly appears. Only a few weeks later you find your soulmate during one of the worst curse attacks Jujutsu Sorcerers have seen since the Night parade of a hundred Demons.

Warnings: Spoilers for Choso’s character and history in general, slight spoilers for Kenjaku, Mentions of blood and death, if i missed anything let me know.

A/n: Hello people this has been in the works for a long time but finally got inspiration to finish it. The end might seem a bit rushed but I wanted to finally post it. So you aren’t surprised one satosugu is canon, Shoko x Haibara is real and you can fight me on it. Anyway I hope you enjoy and Remember to Hydrate or Diedrate, I’m looking at you @ness-iness . Also requests are open. MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT

I had to be the least lucky person alive. In a world where everyone has a mark on their body to tell them who their soulmate is, I was born without one. It's extremely rare for something like this to happen. No one knows why or how it happened. But when I was born it was evident that I was unmarked, destined to spend forever alone.

When I was younger it wasn't that bad because I didn't fully understand what it meant. Then when I reached middle school and all my friends started meeting their soulmates, I felt left out. My parents tried to tell me that 'maybe it will show up later' or that 'there is someone out there for you even if you don't have a mark.' They even went as far as to say I didn't need a soulmate to be happy. I wanted to believe them but in our world it can be hard, with happy soulmates everywhere you look.

It became even more apparent when I entered highschool and transferred to Jujutsu Tech. Though the number of people around was small, it was clear that everyone had a soulmate. It felt like fate was rubbing it in my face that I was to be forever alone. And I accepted that I didn't need a soulmate to be happy. Even though I had accepted it, there were still people trying to tell me that having a soulmate was the best thing. I was growing tired of it, until I got to know two fellow sorcerers who had lost their soulmates and believed that even without them they can find a way to be happy.

There's Saturo Gojo, a special grade sorcerer who's soulmate turned his back on sorcerers and set out to wipe out all non-sorcerers. During an attack on Tokyo and Kyoto, his soulmate was killed trying to attack the first years at Jujutsu Tech. Gojo viewed soulmates as pointless because even though he had one and lost him he was still able to be happy with his life.

Then there's Shoko, she was a third year at Jujutsu Tech when her soulmate was killed on a mission he was sent on. It hurt her greatly when she couldn't save him, especially because she is known for using reverse curse technique. She thought while soulmates could be an amazing thing, it was also painful when you lost them and thought maybe things would be better without them.

Don't get me wrong, Gojo and Shoko both loved their soulmates and wouldn't change having met them. They just thought it could be more painful than what it's worth. I agree, having a soulmate must be wonderful but I don't have one so all I've experienced is the pain of watching others be happy with something I can't have. And so Me, Gojo, and Shoko all tried to make the best of everything. We focused on exercising curses and teaching the next generations of Jujutsu Sorcerers.

I'm like an assistant teacher to Gojo, helping out the first years when he's out on missions and just helping with training in general. I would also sometimes help the second years if they needed it.

Right now I am accompanying the first years on a mission to investigate strange deaths. Three people were found dead just inside their homes or apartment buildings, after having reported odd happenings with the locks or door mechanisms. This fact led the higher ups to believe that it was the work of a cursed spirit and sent the first years to figure it out. I was there to make sure none of them died, instructions from Gojo after what happened with the curse womb at the juvenile detention center.

We were currently at Megumi's old middle school, talking with faculty about the men who had died, as they had also attended the school in their youth. I wasn't really focused on the conversation as I was there as more of a body guard then an actual assistant for the first years. I felt it best to let them take care of the questions and figure everything out so they could learn for future experiences.

While Kugisaki and Itadori were poking fun at Megumi for how he used to act in middle school, I started to feel a weird tingling sensation on my left wrist. It was strange, almost like pins and needles. I tried rubbing my wrist to get the feeling to go away but it wasn't working, when I looked at it there was nothing there.

After a few minutes of the weird feeling it went away. I was confused as nothing like this had ever happened before. But seeing as there was no evidence that it happened I brushed it off, if it was important there would be evidence that it happened.

The three students had found out that all of the victims had gone to the same bridge together back when they were in middle school. So they decided to go try and investigate, to see if they could lure out the cursed spirit.

I had joined them at the bridge as I didn't want to risk the curse showing up without me there. As the three tried different things like walking under the bridge, and even throwing Itadori over the side tied to a string (this nearly gave me a heart attack), to lure out the curse, I stood watch. I was completely focused on watching Kugisaki and Megumi pulling Itadori up, so it startled me that my wrist started to feel weird again.

At first it was just pins and needles like before, but then it started to burn a little bit. I lifted my wrist to investigate and was shocked to see a small picture forming on the inside of my wrist. It looked like a drop of water based on the outline. I watched as it became more visible, slowly turning to a blood red color. I was extremely perplexed, what the hell is happening, I thought to myself. I was so focused on the mark that I didn't notice the three teenagers walking up to me.

"Hey Y/n, nothing's happening. Maybe there's another connection or we missed something." Itadori said nearly bouncing over to me. As he got closer he noticed I wasn't paying attention to him. "What are you looking at? Get a scratch or something?" He asked, drawing the attention of the other two.

Megumi leaned over to take a look at my wrist, also confused as to what had me so distracted. "Holy shit" I heard him mutter as he came to the same conclusion that I was still trying to wrap my head around. "When did that show up?" He asked, confusing his classmates.

"I-it just showed up. I was just standing here watching you three to make sure nothing happened and my wrist started to tingle and then burn. After that it just slowly appeared." I explained what little I knew about the situation. "Why would this show up now, I've gone my whole life without it being there why is it here now. I was fine and happy without having to worry about it." I started ranting.

Kegusaki looked at me confused before finally asking the question that perplexed her and Itadori. "What are you talking about and why does Fushiguro know about it?"

Knowing I was probably feeling too many emotions to explain anything, Megumi spoke up. "It's complicated and right here probably isn't the best place to explain it." We then met up with our diver at a small convenience store. I had almost completely shut down from the sudden appearance of my soul mark.

While we were at the convenience store the first years were still trying to figure out what to do to trigger the curse. After a few minutes of getting nowhere Kugesaki got tired of the topic of conversation.

"We are getting nowhere with this. Let's change the topic for a second." The redhead said, turning to me. "What's up with you? What happened while we were on the bridge?" She was confused yet curious as to what happened. Sure she was being a little pushy about it but that's how she is.

Megumi moved in front of me to try and deflect the questions, and get back to the assignment. "Let's focus on the curse that's killing people, Kugesaki." As he said this Kugesaki rolled her eyes.

"Come on Fushiguro, they're here to supervise and make sure none of us die. If their so thrown off by what ever happened, we all need to be made aware." She said making a valid point.

As Megumi tried to say something else I put my hand on his shoulder and stepped forward. He looked at me concerned but he knew that I wouldn't say anything I didn't want to. "What happened on the bridge that threw me off is, my soul mark appeared. I've lived 25 years without one and was fully prepared to live without it. I don't know what caused it to suddenly appear because if I had a soulmate it would have been there when I was born. I'm still able to watch over you guys, it just startled me." I explained hopefully calming their nerves. "I'm not worried about it, it's probably nothing. Let's just focus on figuring out what's going on with this cursed spirit." Itadori nodded but still looked confused and Kugesaki looked pleased with the explanation.

As I finished explaining what happened, one of the students from the middle school pulled up on a bike with a young woman asking to talk to Megumi about the weird deaths. The young woman explained that there was a sort of ritual to go out to the bridge. She had also informed Megumi that his sister had done the test of courage as well. Being even more determined to stop this curse, with his sister’s life at stake, we all headed back to the bridge.

After doing the steps to summon the curse, it seemed we had entered the curse’s domain. As the students began to fight the curse a strange green round curse appeared behind us. When the initial confusion wore off, Itadori offered to take the hideous curse on by himself while the other two delta with bridges curse.

While the two fights occurred Kugisaki was forced close to the edge of the barrier. I watched in shock as two hands reached through and pulled her out of the barrier. The green curse exclaimed something about his brother being there and rushed out of the barrier. Megumi took charge of the situation and ordered Itadori to go after the curse and assist Kugisaki. I would have stepped in but I had an odd feeling about the curses outside of the barrier. Like in some distant way they weren’t normal curses. I couldn’t react.

I was only able to watch as Megumi was able to finish off the cursed spirit that was cursing people. The only problem was the barrier didn’t dissipate. As I was about to ask if he was sure he finished exercising the curse, a more humanoid curse fell from the ceiling. Taking a defensive stance ready to take on the curse, as it appeared to be a much higher grade than the previous curse. Megumi stepped in front of me.

“I’ll handle this, You were only sent here to keep us from dying. You just wait, if it looks like I’m done, go ahead and step in. It’s not a good idea for you to be using your cursed energy for battle right now.” He said summoning Demon Dog: Totality to help him in the fight. He made a good point, my cursed technique was better for defense and recovery. I could create a simple barrier around myself or someone else that was similar to Gojo’s infinity, but could still be broken with enough force. I am also able to use the reversed curse technique on others, not as efficiently as Shoko but still enough to keep someone on death's door from dying while waiting for Shoko. It made sense for me to wait, my techniques took a lot of energy, and the few offensive abilities I had were not suited for close combat. So I watched waiting for a moment that I would be needed.

The fight between the special grade and Megumi went on for a while. There were a few points where I almost jumped into the fight but was stopped by the admittedly over confident teenager. Eventually he was able to exercise the curse and retrieve Sukana’s finger. He collapsed shortly after as the barrier disappeared around us. I immediately went to work healing his more major injuries, as he eventually passed out on the ground.

A few minutes after the dark haired teen passed out the other two students hobbled on to the scene. “Oh my god, is he dead?” Itadori asked, looking at his friend passed out on the ground. This comment received a smack to the back of his head from Kugisaki as she quickly explained he was probably passed out and that I wouldn’t have let him die. He then noticed the cursed object sitting on the ground not far from Megumi and went to pick it up. “Do you want me to carry this since you’re busy healing Fushiguro?” He asked. As I was about to tell him he could as long as he didn’t eat it, a mouth formed on the palm of his hand consuming the finger.

I rolled my eyes as he started to defend himself, trying to explain it was Sukana who did that and he didn’t mean too. “It’s fine, Itadori. Next time I’ll just carry it. Now help me get Megumi up and back to the road.” I said moving to stand up, deciding it was time we head back to Jujutsu tech.

It’s been about a month since the incident at the bridge, and since the mark on my arm appeared. For the most part I’ve ignored it, but when I see it I struggle not to spiral into a long train of questions as to why it randomly appeared, and what triggered it. Shoko proposed that it may have something to do with the two cursed wombs Itadori and Kugisaki killed. She suspected after performing autopsies on the corpses, that they were somehow two of the death paintings that were stolen during the sister school exchange event. She told me that it was possible that the third one was also fused with a human and incarnated into a living being, and it happened to be my soulmate. This thought concerned me, My soulmate was possibly a deformed human corpse fused with a cursed object, great.

Though it wasn’t any worse than the idea Saturo had. He had told me with a straight face that it took 25 years for my soulmark to appear because my soulmate hadn’t been born yet and they were probably a couple weeks old at this point. I know he was joking because one, many soulmate pairings had massive age gaps and the older party still had their mark at birth, and secondly because as soon as he saw the look of disgust on my face he burst out laughing his ass off.

I was glad that even though jokes were being made, Gojo and Shoko weren’t pushing me away for getting my soulmark. They treated me no differently, after all they had once had their own soulmates with them, even if it was far too short of a time for their liking. And don’t get me wrong I still have a distaste for the thought of soulmates, but for the first time in my life there is actual hope. Maybe it was just a mistake in the universe and whatever gave soulmarks was like shit missed one and fixed it, or maybe Shoko is right and my soulmate is an incarnated cursed object. Who knows but hopefully I find them soon and can experience the joy I’ve witnessed so many times over, even if it’s only for a short moment.

Timeskip to shibuya arc

It’s been a few weeks since my soulmark appeared and I can’t help but feel anxious. Part of it is the excitement of finally having a soulmate but the other part is things have been getting worse in the Jujutsu community. With suspicion of a traitor at the kyoto school, the first years were requested to investigate. The problem with that was the suspected traitor was nowhere to be found and the trail went cold.

Just over a week later all hell broke loose at a transit station in Shibuya. Many sorcerers were dispatched to wait as back up in case Gojo was unable to handle the citation. I had been waiting with Nanami, Ino and Megum when we were told to enter the barrier. Not long after entering, the shouts of Yuji Itadori could be heard throughout the veil. Deciding a change of plans, we met with Itadori and were informed that Saturo had been sealed by the special grade curses that had organized the attack.

While Nanami went to speak with Ijichi, the rest of us went to look for a way to dismantle the barriers. Currently Megumi and Itadori are fighting the curse user who had the objects creating the barrier, and me and Ino are trying to fight the other two on top of the building. We were given a shock when the man Ino was battling turned into Toji Fushiguro, gaining all the power of the dead sorcerer killer. When we thought things couldn’t get worse Ino was taken out and thrown off the side of the building, knowing I didn’t stand a chance in a fight against Toji I jumped hoping Megumi or Itadori would think of a way to save both of us.

My prediction was right as one of Megumi’s shikigami caught me and Itadori managed to catch the unconscious Ino. When we landed, the boys told me that the barrier keeping sorcerers out was dismantled. Assessing the situation I came up with a plan that should help us greatly.

“Ok here’s what’s gonna happen. Megumi and I are going to stay here while I heal Ino enough that he can be moved safely. Itadori you are gonna go try and find wherever Gojo is sealed in Shibuya station. Once I’m sure Ino is safe to move, I’ll follow after itadori to help him out, and Megumi will take Ino to Shoko so she can finish healing him.” I said, causing both boys to look at me in shock. It was a rarity that I would take charge of a situation but there was no time to freeze up right now. Becoming focused on the task of healing my coworker I ignored the boys trusting they will follow instructions.

After about ten minutes I was confident that Ino would be fine to move, so I sent Megumi off to find Shoko while I went after Itadori. On my way to the station I passed Inumaki using his speech to help control the crowds and protect them from the mutated humans. I stopped for a few minutes to offer help in restoring his throat so it wasn’t too damaged from his technique and then went back to going after Itadori.

A few minutes after entering the train station, I started to hear the sound of running water. I also noticed that the area I was in was completely destroyed, thinking the two things may be connected to Itadori. I followed the sound and path of destruction. As I got closer to the bathroom I noticed a large amount of water on the floor that was tinted pink from what I’m guessing is someone’s blood. Turning towards the men’s restroom I saw a familiar head of pink hair slumped against the wall.

“Shit, Itadori are you alright?” I received no response. I kneeled down not caring that my pants would become soaking wet, I checked his pulse with a sigh of relief that he was still alive. Assessing the damage I knew that I would have to get the bleeding in his abdomen to stop or at least slow down a bit, before I could go after the fuck who hurt my student. I began using my reversed curse technique on the boy, focused on hopefully healing him enough that Sukana doesn't see a need to make an appearance.

As I finished healing what I could, I noticed a strange feeling in my gut. It was almost like I was anxious or scared of something. It made no sense, sure I was worried for my friends and students, and the safety of all the non sorcerer's around during this horrible attack, but this feeling was weird. The feeling was almost like it was coming from someone else. Brushing it off, not having time to deal with this, I moved to follow the wet bloody footprints leading away from the bathrooms, assuming they belonged to whoever or whatever did this to Itadori.

Rounding the corner as the footprints became harder to follow, the feeling in my gut got worse and an emotion I could only describe as self loathing joined the anxiety and worry. I was even more confused, I had heard before that when close to your soulmate there is a chance to feel their emotions but why on earth would my soulmate be in a place like this hating themself. Once again hoping it was just my imagination I continued my search. I stopped for a second as I started to hear mumbling coming from a little alcove just in front of me along the wall.

“I almost killed him.” I heard the voice say. I could tell whoever it was, was distressed. “How could I almost kill my own brother?” The voice kept ranting, now I was concerned, this person almost killed their own brother and was now sitting in the deepest reaches of a train station overrun with curses and mutated humans, what was wrong with them.

I approached the alcove with caution, if this person nearly killed someone they could be extremely dangerous. “Hey, sorry to bother you, but are you Ok?” I asked as I got close enough to see a man, probably in his early to mid twenties curled up on himself. He had medium length hair pulled up in two messy buns at the back of his head, he was also wearing a white robe with a purple vest. I couldn’t quite make out his face as it was buried in his knees but as I got closer to him I could feel the copious amounts of cursed energy flowing off him. It wasn’t as intense as Gojo or Okkotsu, but he was definitely special grade.

After a few seconds, he jumped slightly looking up at me for only a moment before going back to his rambling. It’s like he didn’t even register that I asked a question. When he looked at me I could see the long black line across his face, to some it may have been an odd feature but to me it made him look more handsome. It may be weird to say but looking at this person curled in on himself with messy hair mumbling about almost killing someone, I couldn’t help but notice he was attractive. It also didn’t help that the longer I kneeled in front of him the more I felt emotions of anxiety and doubt.

I tried speaking to him again. “Are you ok? Is there anything I can do to help?” The anxious feelings were becoming almost too much for me to handle. If they were coming from this man infront of me I needed to calm him down soon or we would both be having a breakdown. “Just talk to me for a second, I want to make sure you’re not hurt.” That comment seemed to reach him as he stopped mumbling, looking at me and making eye contact.

He stayed frozen looking at me with those beautiful hazel eyes, it was like he was in a trance. I was about to speak again when I decided that a good way to calm him down if I really was feeling his emotions would be doing the opposite, projecting my emotions to my soulmate. If he is the reason behind the blood drop mark on my wrist, sending positive feelings should help him relax. To my surprise as soon as I started to calm myself to a relaxed point, I could see his face settle, he no longer looked like a kicked puppy but more a confused child.

“What did you do to me?” Was the first not mumbled sentence out of his mouth. I looked at him for a moment trying to decide how to explain what I had just figured out.

I settled for smiling at him before explaining gently what just happened between us. “We are soulmates, two people destined to be together. We both have a mark to represent each other somewhere on our body, like this” I showed him my wrist as I explained it all. He looked at the blood drop for a second before he moved his arm to show me his wrist. In the exact same spot was a sphere that looked fairly similar to the barriers I can create around myself.

“So that’s what this weird mark is, Mahito tried to tell me it was nothing and to ignore it.” He spoke explaining his knowledge of the mark. I was unsure of who this Mahito was but it seemed whoever it was, was trying to hide soulmates from him. I was slightly confused how a man in his twenties didn’t know about soulmates, but that was a question for later.

Smiling at him I continued my explanation. “In addition to the marks, when soulmates are close to each other they can feel each other's emotions and strong emotions can influence the other. That's what I did, your feelings of anxiety and doubt were becoming too strong for me to stay focused so I calmed down my own feelings enough to help calm you down.” He nodded at the explanation, looking to the side for a moment before looking back. I could tell he was still a little anxious, whether that was because of finding out about soulmate, or what happened before I found him. I was unsure but I was going to figure it out. “Now that you’ve calmed down a bit do you mind telling me what happened? Why are you hiding in this alcove?” I asked as gently as possible not wanting to send him into another panic attack.

He paused for a second before he started to explain. “I almost killed my little brother. I didn’t know he was my brother when we started fighting but when I was about to deliver the final blow I just knew he was my brother. It was the same feeling I got when my other brothers were killed. I can’t kill my brother even if he was the one to kill our other brothers. I hurt my brother and I have to make up for that. I have to protect him.” He started rambling again, not in the mumbling manner I found him in but it was hard to follow what he was saying. “He almost died because of me, and now he’s probably bleeding out because I hurt him, because I didn't realize who he was sooner.” That sentence caught my attention.

I remembered what led me to this spot, to finding him. Placing my hand on his shoulder to get his attention. “Slow down for a second, who and where is your brother?” I asked hoping to not get the answer I assumed was coming.

“Yuji Itadori is my little brother. He's in the men’s bathroom.” He answered the question and I could tell he was about to start rambling again. Squeezing his shoulder again I drew his focus back to me.

Pushing away my concern for the fact my soulmate was working with the curse’s that organized the attack. “He’s okay, I was actually looking for him earlier and found him in the bathroom. I was able to use my reverse cursed technique to stop the bleeding and keep him from dying. But what did you mean by he’s your brother, he never talked about having any siblings? Also he killed your other brothers?” I tried to reassure that Itadori was okay, but also asked for clarification. As far as I knew Itadori’s only family was his grandfather who passed away shortly before he became a sorcerer.

He looked at me shocked that I knew who he was talking about. “Thank you. And I don’t know how to explain how he’s my brother, I just know he is. I have such a strong connection with my brothers. I felt when Yuji and Nobara Kugisaki ended the lives of my brothers Eso and Kechizu a few weeks ago, and I felt that same feeling when I was about to kill Yuji for revenge.” He explained in the best way he could.

I nodded in understanding, he attacked Itadori in order to get revenge for his brothers, who I’m assuming were the two curses Itadori and Nobara fought at the bridge. Thinking about it they did say that when they finished off the curses they didn’t disintegrate like a normal curse and were just bodies as if they had killed humans. If that thing was this person's brother then what are they and why does he look so normal. “I can tell you’re confused, I’m assuming you probably were there when Yuji fought my brothers and are wondering what I am.” He was right, but how could he read me so well? I just nodded at him to continue. He went on to explain that he was a cursed object for 150 years until the attack on Jujutsu tech when he and two of his brothers were stolen. He explained that Mahito the patch faced curse, used his technique to give them bodies and use them as tools to fight sorcerers. He briefly explained that they sided with the curses because his brothers wouldn’t have been accepted by humans for the way they looked and he would have rather not had to help the curse who created him.

“What do you mean by helping the curse that created you? Didn’t you say you were a cursed object for 150 years, wouldn’t the curse who made you be exercised by now?” I asked, interrupting his explanation.

“The curse that made me is called Kenjaku, he was once a normal human who used his innate technique to transfer his brain to others to control them. 150 years ago he took over Noritoshi Kamo, using him to experiment on my mother who was able to carry the child of a curse. He tried nine times to get a living specimen but only received nine cursed objects that received the name Death paintings, I was the first one.” He explained his creation. As he was about to continue and explain how he was supposed to be helping Kenjaku in this day and age there was loud rumbling around us.

I stood up quickly pulling him from the alcove looking around. The building looked like it was shaking. “As much as I’d love to keep chatting, I think we should probably get out of here.” I turned to him before I started to pull him in the direction of the exit.

“Wait, we have to get Yuji, we can’t leave him down here.” I heard behind me.

“Look if Yuji is still down here than Sukana has probably taken over and if that’s the case he'll be fine.” i tried to explain, but the look on his face showed he was still concerned. “Listen, I know you want to make it up to him but you can't do that if we get crushed by a collapsing train station. As soon as we get out of this we will go find him I promise. You can trust me, I'm your soulmate after all, I’ll support you through this…” I wanted to address him by name but I realized in all of his explanations he never once told me his name, then again I never told him mine so it wouldn’t have been a fair trade. Continuing to pull him out of the station I decide it’s better late than never. “By the way I’m Y/n Y/l/n, and what can I call my handsome soulmate?” I asked him, feeling him stumble at the compliment.

“Uh Choso. My name is Choso Kamo.” He said as we exited the train station. Finally knowing my soulmate's name felt amazing for some reason. It was probably due to the years of thinking it would never happen but I knew that no matter what this crazy world throws at us next we will handle it together.

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y/ndevils00 well… that was painful

welcome back to my post-game recap! if you don’t know who i am because you’ve been living under a rock, or you’ve been in jail (don’t do crimes unless you can get away with them), i’m y/n! or as my boyfriend calls me, ‘dove’! i work as the social media manager for one of the sluttiest teams (and maybe the worst this season…) in the National Hockey League: the New Jersey Devils!

let get into it! your favorite (or maybe least favorite. i wouldn’t blame you!) men from hell lost 4-6 against the patriotic old guys tonight…. i can’t say i wasn’t surprised

we had an absolutely scoreless (and sinless) first period on our end, transitioning into intermission down by 3!

but second period is when we really started heating up! we got FOUR lovely goals by THREE lovely people!!

starting with uncle Toffee!! who scored our first AND our fourth goal!! he’s been so queen girlboss slay recently! who knew he would be this good?! not me! i doubted him severely! (i cannot apologize for my previous thoughts about you uncle, i can only ask you to forgive me anyways because you took my DILH and i’m still recovering)

Timo the absolute Tank Engine got us our second goal of the night with his first goal of the season! and no penalties!! i feel like a proud mother to a usually extremely horribly behaved little boy 🥹

and of course, my favorite whore, my very best swiss, my least favorite kind of cheese; captain slut got our third goal of the night!! THAT’S MY HOE!! POP OFF! (he also got a penalty tonight but i’ve opted not to show that because he paid me $20)

and i could never forget to mention that my beautiful angel of a bad bitch, Rowdy, got an assist on THREE out of four of our goals tonight!! he’s only 3 points away from 20 points already!! THAT’S MY (baby)GIRL!

and third period is when we immediately went as cool as the ice they skate on… giving up three goals (including an empty netter to the oldest looking man alive)… we got no goals of our own and my sweet baby angel face bestie number 1 got a penalty for being too perfect 😔

all-in-all, let’s wish the boys luck against the sabres on friday because apparently they need it! i think friday’s enemy gave them some pretty good advice though and they should put it to use!

p.s. ikea baby and merc-dog are my exact reactions to how badly we played in the third

p.p.s. ovi… when i catch you ovi 🥊😑

tagged john.marino97, tofff73, tmeier96, nicohischier, jackhughes, lhughes_06, jesperbratt, and dawson1417

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jackhughes dove, baby, what is that abomination of a 5th photo?

y/ndevils00 my camera wouldn’t focus :(

jackhughes so why post it?

y/ndevils00 you don’t appreciate my talents

jackhughes i can assure you, i appreciate your talents plenty. photo taking is just usually not one of them

lhughes_06 gross

user29 did she just threaten OVECHKIN?! 😭

user17 i fear we may lose these updates after this threat 😪

jesperbratt what was i 😦 at?

y/ndevils00 i honestly couldn’t tell you— i was too busy wondering the best way to fit you in my pocket

john.marino97 i got a picture?!

y/ndevils00 you got an assist and no penalties!

john.marino97 but dawson got a penalty and no assists and still got a picture?

y/ndevils00 you’re not dawson, the standards for you are different

john.marino97 i’ve known you for 4 years and this is how i get treated? DAWSON HAS ONLY KNOWN YOU FOR 2!

y/ndevils00 you tattle on me, you deserve your treatment

dawson1417 she’s got you there, bud

tofff73 you doubted me?!

y/ndevils00 in my defense, i didn’t know you were chill like that

tofff73 jack has informed me that you cried at the trade, i forgive your doubts

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes YOU’RE TELLING HIM MY SECRETS?!

jackhughes @/y/ndevils00 i wasn’t aware that you usually blast your “secrets” on your instagram story

user81 the random luke picture… y/n loves her smush 🥹

tmeier96 did you just call me a tank engine?

tmeier96 also, i’m OLDER than you!

y/ndevils00 that was a compliment! i’m saying you’re built!

tmeier96 you’re a funny little thing

y/ndevils00 also yes you are older— i said i FELT like a proud mother, not that i AM one. i already have one reckless child at home, i don’t want another

jackhughes @/y/ndevils00 she’s a cat.

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes SHE IS OUR BABY

trevorzegras you love testing how far you can push before you get a warning for your behavior, don’t you?

y/ndevils00 i learned from you 🫶

trevorzegras you’re a cockroach

y/ndevils00 all i’m hearing is that i’m resilient and can live through anything

trevorzegras i hate you

y/ndevils00 you WISH you hated me— if you really did then you wouldn’t facetime me twice a week

nicohischier there are so many things i take issue with about my paragraph

y/ndevils00 is it that it’s not long enough? i’m sorry, i’ll make it longer next time!

nicohischier please DON’T.

lhughes_06 ya know, you were a lot nicer before i joined the team

y/ndevils00 oh good! that means i’m doing this right!

lhughes_06 doing what right?

y/ndevils00 tough love!

dawson1417 i didn’t do anything :(

y/ndevils00 i know, sugarplum!

dawson1417 they jailed me…

y/ndevils00 i can’t imagine how traumatic that must’ve been for you

dawson1417 oh it wasn’t that bad, you were in there too

y/ndevils00 yeah…. lindy put me there in 2nd intermission. he said if i wouldn’t stop chirping the capitals as though i was a player, then i needed to be treated like a player and get a penalty…. then i couldn’t get out because the game started again

dawson1417 you can’t skate, how did you get in?

y/ndevils00 i was betrayed

nicohischier @/y/ndevils00 i stand by it.

y/ndevils00 @/nicohischier YOU ALMOST DROPPED ME TWICE

nicohischier those were on purpose.

dawson1417 and how did you get out?

y/ndevils00 my knight in shining armor!

jackhughes @/y/ndevils00 i didn’t get you out?

jesperbratt i did!

jackhughes oh, yeah, that makes sense

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