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Magnolia - Chapter Twenty

Rating: Explicit Media: Jujutsu Kaisen Pairing(s): Geto Suguru x Original Female Character, Geto Suguru x Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru x Gojo Satoru x Original Female Character Additional Tags: Vampire AU, Dark Themes, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Suicide Attempt, Depression, Loneliness, Polyamory, Slow Burn, Smut

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Summary:

“I know you’re only teasing, but I don’t like it when you say that. I would never replace you.”

“Even if I deserved it?”

Suguru looks sharply at him. “What makes you think you’d ever deserve to be replaced?”

He shrugs. “I was gone for decades, Suguru.”

“Satoru… why did you stay away for so long?”

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Chapter Twenty: Stay

Author's Note:

If you've come this far - to the end of the story - it means you've shown a great deal of patience with me as I've written this story. For that, I'm so, so thankful. I hope reading this has been as enjoyable for you as writing it has been for me.

-Val 💙

Is it like this In death’s other kingdom Waking alone At the hour when we are Trembling with tenderness Lips that would kiss Form prayers to broken stone. The eyes are not here There are no eyes here In this valley of dying stars In this hollow valley This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms -T.S. Eliot, The Hollow Men (excerpt)

“Are you sure I haven’t been replaced?”

Satoru grins, watching Suguru watch Lia. She’s still sleeping - worn out, to be more precise - and Satoru wonders if she’s naturally inclined to sleep on her left, or if there’s some instinct that moved her to curl into Suguru’s side that way.

They’re speaking in low murmurs over her head, trying not to wake her. “I know you’re only teasing, but I don’t like it when you say that. I would never replace you.” “Even if I deserved it?”

Suguru looks sharply at him. “What makes you think you’d ever deserve to be replaced?” He shrugs. “I was gone for decades, Suguru.”

“Satoru… why did you stay away for so long?”

“The truth? I felt guilty.”

“What for?”

“For going back to a place you couldn’t.” He sighs, sinking back into the sheets and looking up at the ceiling. “It wasn’t until I got back there that I realized I couldn’t change anything… I couldn’t change their minds. I didn’t want to tell you I’d failed, either. So I just kept… moving from place to place, thinking maybe it was better if I didn’t come back with nothing to show for it, and framed it like I just enjoyed travelling so much that I couldn’t stand to be tied down to one place forever.”

“Dummy,” Suguru laughs. “You didn’t need to go back and change anything for me… but I appreciate that you tried.” He pauses. “And you should know I would’ve always welcomed you back.”

“Now you tell me.” But he’s smiling, and Suguru can tell he’s relieved. He wonders how long Satoru has been carrying that weight on his shoulders.

“When you vowed to be bound to me for all time, I didn’t mean for you to take it literally. I know you like to travel, and I know there’ll be times you’ll wanna go.” He looks fondly down at the woman sleeping next to him. “Besides, I guess it never mattered much that you were gone for so long.” “Because you knew I’d be back someday?” “Hm. I guess you could say that.” Suguru thinks about it for a moment. “I was lonely, I guess… and I missed you. Knowing you were always there and would come back eventually, that tempered the loneliness a bit. Being lonely is easier to bear when you know someone loves you, and you know you have forever to be with them again.

“But then I met her,” he goes on. “And I guess it reminded me that not everybody is like us… and feeling something like this for somebody who won’t be around forever is…” He doesn’t finish the thought. “So ask her.”

“Ask her what?”

“Ask her if she wants to be around forever. I know you, Suguru. You don’t share your heart. The fact that the three of us are here together means you’re playing for keeps.”

Suguru wants to refute his words, but he finds that he can’t.

“You said once before that you wouldn’t know how to bring it up to someone who, two years ago, didn’t want to live at all. I’m sure that’s changed by now.”

“You really think so?”

Satoru, with his cocky grin and his bright blue eyes. “I would bet my extraordinarily long life on it.”

The sky is gray now.

Time sits on that thin precipice between sunset and night. Dusk, she remembers - it’s called dusk. But here in the middle of the woods, under the thick canopy of trees surrounding her, the dark feels closer to night.

Her hands are visibly shaking as she looks down at what’s in them. For all that she has tried her best to talk herself into feeling numb about this, her nerves have still managed to betray her.

If this is the right thing to do, why does it feel so horribly wrong?

“I don’t… want to die.” She whispers it into the trees, but there is no answer.

“Please,” she pleads with the dark gray sky. “Let me be useful… I don’t want to die.”

The sky says nothing - it only stares back at her, that yawning expanse of gray.

“I don’t want to die,” she’s crying now. “Please… I don’t want to die… I want to be loved, to be useful. I don’t want to die, I don’t want---”

“That’s---” Whatever Suguru is intending to say in response dies on his lips when Lia mumbles something.

“...don’t want to die, please… I don’t want… die---”

“Suguru…”

“Yeah, I know.” She’s starting to thrash now, mumbling the same broken sentence over and over, tears rolling out of her still-closed eyes. “Lia.” He shakes her shoulder gently. “Lia, wake up, you’re having a bad dream.”

He shakes her shoulder again, more firmly, and this time her eyes fly open. “I don’t want to die,” she sobs. Disoriented, she blinks up at him. “Suguru?”

“You were having a nightmare.” He looks down at her, concerned.

“A hell of a nightmare, if your waking words are anything to go by,” Satoru adds.

Her breath hitches in her chest, a half-sob. “I dreamed I was back in the woods again,” she says softly.

“The woods?”

“The woods where Suguru found me.”

“Ah.” Satoru draws in a sharp breath. “Ouch.”

“It was the same night,” she goes on. “And I’d… gone there to do the same thing. But I didn’t want to. It felt wrong, and I didn’t want to do it.”

She’s crying again, and Satoru gathers her in his arms while Suguru reaches for the box of tissues on the nightstand. “You know, Lia,” Satoru says after a moment, his voice quiet. “I’m really glad Suguru found you that night. Or should I say, I’m really glad you found him?” He looks at Suguru over her head. “I’m glad the two of you found each other.”

Lia raises her head, turning her tearstained face up towards him. “Are you really? You aren’t angry?”

It makes him laugh, but she knows he’s not laughing at her. He pulls her closer to him, warm hands rubbing soothing circles on her back. “Are you kidding me? You obviously make him happy. It seems like he makes you happy. And I gotta admit, seeing you both happy makes me happy.”

She rests her head on his chest. “But I’m… still not quite sure how I fit into this equation.”

“How about the third in a sequence of three? That makes a complete set.” This time it’s Suguru addressing her.

“But the two of you had a nice life together before, without me.”

The men exchange another glance above her head. “I think, considering how comfortably we seem to have settled together since I’ve been back,” Satoru starts, “it wouldn’t be overstating it to say we can have just as nice of a life together now, with you. Wouldn’t you agree, Suguru?”

“He’s right,” Suguru nods. “Besides… if you really want to know the truth, it feels a little like Satoru and I had drifted somewhat apart. Still loving each other, but not really having a life together.”

“You were a little bit like the thread that pulled us back together,” Satoru finishes. “More than that, I think I can speak for Suguru when I say we both love you for reasons outside of bringing us back together.”

She looks up at him. “Does that mean I can stay here, with the two of you?”

“For as long as you want.” He looks pointedly at Suguru. “I think… Suguru might have something to ask you, to that effect.”

“Ask me?” She looks over her shoulder.

“Lia… I’d like to ask you to stay with us. For a long time. How would you feel about that?”

“A long time?” She thinks she might know what he’s asking, but she doesn’t want to assume. “H-how long?”

And there it is, the sight she’s come to know and love so well: Suguru, giving her that warm, kind smile. “For as long as we live.”

“Do you trust me?”

He asks the question softly, his eyes meeting hers. Searching for something - perhaps fear, or hesitation.

She thought she would be afraid. After all, it wasn’t long ago that she’d woken from a nightmare with the voiced reluctance to succumb to death still on her lips.

But this… this is different. She isn’t afraid. Not of this. “I trust you, Suguru.” His hand is resting on her heart, and she reaches up to cover it with her own. “With my life.”

He looks at her for a moment longer, and then he smiles. “I won’t lie to you, Lia. It’s going to hurt---”

“Like a bitch,” Satoru chimes in from beside her. “It hurts like a bitch.”

“---but only for a little while.”

She takes a deep breath. “But I won’t be alone.”

“Of course not.” Suguru lifts her hand to his mouth and presses a kiss to her palm. “We’ll be right here.”

“You can squeeze my hand,” Satoru offers. “Like in the movies, when a woman’s going into labor and she squeezes her husband’s hand because he’s the one who did that to her.”

It makes her laugh. “Don’t complain if I break your fingers.”

“I promise I won’t.” He grins. He hands the porcelain bowl to her. “For you, ma cherie, the finest quality vampire blood, aged a combined total of five hundred and twenty-four years---”

Lia’s eyes go wide. “Five hundred and twenty-four?” She glances at Suguru. “Does that mean… you’re both…”

“Yes,” Suguru sighs. “Please don’t make any jokes about the age gap.”

She opens her mouth, then thinks better of it and closes it. Later. She can make those jokes later.

She’ll have forever to catch up, after all.

She accepts the bowl from Satoru. When it’s empty, she hands it back to him. One more deep breath to steady her nerves, and then she nods at Suguru. “I’m ready.”

He wants to ask her if she’s sure, if this is what she really wants. Looking at the resolve in her eyes, he thinks asking her might actually be an insult. “Satoru,” he calls softly.

Understanding without explanation, the two of them are perfectly in sync. Satoru reaches for Lia, grasping her hand in his.

When Suguru slips the knife into her chest, she lets out a pained groan and her hand tightens around Satoru’s. She starts to thrash, but he holds her still.

“I know… I know it hurts, Princess,” Satoru coos. “Remember, it’s just for a little while, okay? We’ll be here, we’re not going anywhere.”

The pain is worse than anything she’s felt before. Worse than breaking her ankle in seventh grade, worse than nearly slicing open her thumb with a kitchen knife when she was nineteen.

Worse even, than slitting her own wrists two years ago.

It’s odd, she thinks. I can feel the life draining out of me, just like it did then. But it’s… different this time around. There’s no sadness. There’s something to look forward to on the other side of this.

I’m… actually happy.

It’s the last thought she has before she fades.

When she wakes, the sun has set. She’s alone in bed, dressed in one of Satoru’s old t-shirts and a pair of shorts. She takes a deep breath, expecting pain to flare in her chest. There is no pain, and she wonders if they’ve dressed the area with some kind of anesthetic. She’s reaching under the shirt when the bedroom door opens.

“Oh! You’re awake!” Satoru pokes his head in, then turns toward the hallway. “Suguru, Lia’s awake.” He comes in, bouncing onto the bed beside her. “How do you feel?”

She tries to think of an accurate way to describe it: that buzzy, heightened, amped-up feeling she has. “Hyper,” is the best she can do.

He laughs. “That’s normal. You feel more energetic, yeah?”

She nods. Then she narrows her eyes. “And I can see you clearly… but I’m not wearing my glasses.”

“Perfect vision,” he grins. “One of the perks. Accelerated healing, too,” he adds, motioning to her chest. “No pain, right?”

“Welcome back to the land of the living,” Suguru calls from the doorway. “Is Satoru explaining your new powers to you?”

“New powers?” She looks at him uncertainly.

“I hadn’t gotten around to that yet, but we should probably talk about it.” Satoru raises his finger. “Don’t be surprised at the amount of glasses you will break or walls you’ll run into for the next few weeks.” At her look of confusion, he continues. “Your new life comes with an increase in speed and strength - along with other heightened abilities like perfect vision and more acute senses - and it takes a while to get adjusted to that.”

“Does that mean I’ll finally be strong enough to pin you down?” She laughs.

The smile Satoru gives her makes her face hot. “Don’t threaten me with a good time, pretty girl.”

“Don’t feel pressured to hunt,” Suguru tells her, joining her and Satoru on the bed. “That’s… something else that takes some getting used to.”

“And you don’t have to do it at all if you don’t want to,” Satoru adds. “I have other ways of getting you what you need.”

It’s all so much, so much to remember and think about and process. She tries not to think about it all at once, tries to focus on the feelings.

Almost as if he’s read her mind, Suguru reaches for her hand. “How are you feeling, Lia?”

His question is worded nearly the same way that Satoru’s was, and yet it’s somehow different. Suddenly the feelings hit her all in a rush, bubbling up in her chest and spilling out of her mouth. “Grateful… loved… happy,” she babbles. She doesn’t realize she’s crying until Suguru reaches up and brushes her tears away with his fingers.

“I’m glad.” They are only two words, but within those two words, she hears all of those feelings in her heart mirrored back at her. “I’m really glad.”

Before you came, Things were as they should be: The sky was the dead-end of sight, The road was just a road, wine merely wine. Now everything is like my heart, A color at the edge of blood: The grey of your absence, the color of poison, of thorns, The gold when we meet, the season ablaze, The yellow of autumn, the red of flowers, of flames, And the black when you cover the earth With the coal of dead fires And the sky, the road, the glass of wine? The sky is a shirt wet with tears, The road a vein about to break, And the glass of wine a mirror in which The sky, the road, the world keep changing. Don’t leave now that you’re here--- Stay. So the world may become like itself again: So the sky may be the sky, The road a road, And the glass of wine not a mirror, just a glass of wine. -Faiz Ahmed Faiz, Before You Came

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Magnolia - Chapter Nineteen

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“Suguru’s being so patient, isn’t he? Waiting his turn while I take my sweet time.”

“Unlike you, I realize the world doesn’t actually revolve around me,” Suguru laughs, a little breathlessly. After all, it would be impossible to witness what Satoru is doing and be unaffected. “I can show a little patience.”

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Chapter Nineteen: Somewhere I Have Never Travelled

“Is this what you want?” Whispered into her mouth, his lips ghosting over hers, tongue darting out to trace the curve of her Cupid’s bow.

One hand flat on the bed next to her head to keep from putting his full weight on her, and the other wrapped around himself, the head of his cock mimicking with her labia what his tongue is doing to her lips.

“Yes,” she exhales, no longer caring that the way she says the word makes it sound like she’s begging.

“Yes, what?” He rubs his tip along her slit, lowering his head again to pepper the softest kisses along her jawline.

“T-tease,” she manages, unable to stop the full-body shudder that grips her when she feels him just barely nudging at her entrance.

“Mm, close, but not quite.” He’s infuriating, this man - with his smug smile and his pretty, pretty blue eyes and his purring voice… so infuriating the way he’s got her melting under his touch, absolutely maddening that she doesn’t want him to stop. “The word you’re looking for though… it rhymes with ‘tease.’”

“Satoru…” A warning tone in Suguru’s voice. “You’re teasing her again.”

“Suguru’s being so patient, isn’t he? Waiting his turn while I take my sweet time.” “Unlike you, I realize the world doesn’t actually revolve around me,” Suguru laughs, a little breathlessly. After all, it would be impossible to witness what Satoru is doing and be unaffected. “I can show a little patience.”

“A little is all it is, and we both know it.” Satoru’s words are addressed to the other man, but his eyes are on Lia. Laid out beneath him, her nails digging into his shoulder blades and her chest rising and falling heavily with the way she’s breathing. “What do you think, Princess? Should I be nice and get on with it so Suguru can play with me, too?” Lia reaches up with one hand, remembering something Suguru told her. She grabs a fistful of Satoru’s hair and pulls. Firmly, but not too hard. Enough for it to make his scalp tingle a little.

He’s still pressed up against her, and she’s rewarded with the feeling of him twitching into her skin.

“Pretty girl, that’s playing dirty.” But he laughs because he likes it, and he knows who she learned it from.

“Satoru,” she calls his name softly, brushing her fingers along the stubble of his undercut. She glances over his shoulder at Suguru, who’s watching her with dark eyes, one hand wrapped around his dick, slowly fisting himself. “Suguru says I should speak up when I want something.”

“You should.” Satoru drops his head to mouth at her neck. “So tell me,” he whispers into her skin. “What is it that you want?”

Even with the way the two of them are looking at her, even though she can clearly see the desire on both of their faces and the lust in their eyes, she finds herself feeling shy. She lets her eyelids flutter closed briefly, then opens them again. “I want… to feel you inside me. Please,” she adds.

“Good girl.” The praise is immediately followed by the feeling of him pushing his tip past her entrance - not just teasing her the way he has been and pushing in a few centimeters only to pull right back out, but all the way this time. Inch by inch, sinking into her and letting her adjust to the stretch of him.

“Like this?” He asks, when he’s fully seated inside her. He puts his hand on her pelvis, pushing down. “Can you feel me right here? This is what you wanted, hm?”

Lia wants to use her words, she really does, but her face is flushed and heated with those pretty blue eyes trained on her, his palm against her lower belly, fingers splayed across her skin. She wants to use her words and tell him how good he feels, how deeply she can feel him, but she can’t quite manage it.

So she does the next best thing: she reaches up, hooking her arms around his neck and pulling him down for a kiss. It’s slow and sloppy and deep, and she doesn’t know whether it’s his saliva or hers that escapes the corner of her mouth and drips down her chin. It doesn’t matter anyway.

Satoru, Satoru, Satoru… pulls his hips back and thrusts them forward. Back, forward. Back, forward, and the way he’s angling his hips, she wonders if he’s doing it on purpose, wonders if he realizes that every time he pulls back at that angle, his tip catches on that part of her, that sensitive little spot on her front wall.

He must, he must realize it, he must be doing it on purpose, the same way he’d hooked his fingers in that spot. Over and over and over again he does it, angling his hips just right so his tip hits that spot, until she feels like she’s going to wet herself. Only she knows she isn’t, she knows there’s nothing in her bladder, she knows this sensation is new to her but she recognizes it anyway, because she felt it just a little while ago.

“Satoru, I’m—” She doesn’t know how to voice it, not in the blunt way she knows he’d want her to. How can she?

Satoru, for his part, is equally lost in pleasure. His hands have found their way to the undersides of her thighs, hiking them up and apart and keeping her spread so he can watch himself go in and out of her. When she calls his name, when she starts that sentence she doesn’t know how to finish, his eyes meet hers. “Hm? Does it hurt, pretty girl? Do you want me to stop?”

Shaking her head vehemently, because the last thing she wants him to do is stop. “No, but I’m going to…”

She registers the sound of shuffling, and what sounds like the chair Suguru was sitting in being knocked over. A few seconds later, he joins them on the bed, dark hair loose and falling over his shoulders, pink flush staining his cheeks. He still has his hand wrapped around himself, and through the haze of her own lust and pleasure she registers that he’s squeezing himself something mean, but not in a way that’s meant to feel good.

“Suguru…” She reaches a hand up toward him, not quite sure what she’s planning to say or if she can even voice words at all.

“He likes it, you know.” Suguru’s words are stilted. He’s trying so hard not to spill into his hand, but watching the scene in front of him is making that more and more difficult. He’s got his dick in a vice grip right below the tip to stave off his orgasm, tight enough for it to hurt. “He likes it when you make a mess for him.”

“I do,” Satoru pants, burying his face in Lia’s neck and licking at the faint sheen of sweat gathered there. “You can let go, Princess, I promise it’ll feel better if you let go. Don’t worry about the mess… take your pleasure, hm?”

So she does. She stops tensing the muscles in her belly. As soon as she does that, a different set of muscles in her body tenses up. She does indeed make a mess - of Satoru, of herself, of the sheets. He keeps thrusting, panting and moaning through it - “So good, so fucking good, squeezing me so tight, such a messy, messy girl, you’re doing so well—” and then his words just devolve into more panting and moaning.

He‘s still hard when he pulls out of her, covered in her slick and dripping with the rest of her orgasm. He shifts closer to her on the bed, and she’s trying not to be embarrassed at the way she knows he’s lying in the wet spot she made, between her legs.

“Lia,” it’s Suguru who’s speaking to her now, shifting further onto the bed, turning himself so he’s behind Satoru. “I’m going to play with Satoru for a bit - would you like to stay and watch?”

“Yes, please.”

“Suguru gets mean, but I promise I like it,” Satoru laughs, patting her hip affectionately.

“It’s only fair to warn you that he’s a shooter,” Suguru chimes in. Lia is a bit mesmerized, watching him spread lube all up and down himself, from base to tip.

“I’m a messy boy,” Satoru agrees.

She understands when Suguru starts moving that she’s become an anchor for Satoru. He busies his mouth and his left hand with her breasts, his right hand curled tightly into the sheets.

Suguru is patient, waiting for Satoru to release her nipple from his mouth with a pop before Suguru reaches forward with one hand, yanking a fistful of Satoru’s hair and pulling his head back, far less gently than Lia had.

For a split second she’s worried about the sound that comes out of Satoru’s mouth when Suguru pulls his hair, but the way Satoru is twitching and leaking all over her thigh is probably an indication that he likes it. Suguru’s pace is mean, fast strokes and the sound of skin slapping on skin, all to the chorus of his grunts and Satoru’s moans.

But they’re both very pretty this way, Lia thinks as she watches from her unique vantage point. Both flushed red and panting, and while Satoru’s vocalizations are only moans and grunts and what could at one point be described as actual whimpering, Suguru is more verbal. Little words of encouragement, of endearment, praise. Satoru is leaking so much, dribbling down himself and leaving sticky trails wherever his tip brushes against Lia’s skin. She’s been on the receiving end of Suguru’s hands and their exploratory ministrations, and she admires Satoru for being able to hold out so long under those skillful fingers roaming all up and down his body.

Still, he comes first, and he told no lies when he said it would be messy. Ropes and ropes of it shooting out of him, running down his shaft, dripping onto Lia and into the mess she left on the sheets. Suguru fucks him through it, the force of his thrusts intensifying and driving Satoru further into Lia’s lap as Suguru’s own orgasm approaches.

When they both collapse heavily onto the sheets on either side of Lia, she makes to get up.

Satoru catches her first. “Where are you going?”

“This… is your room.” She points out the obvious. “You probably want to be alone together?”

From behind, Suguru pulls her back into bed, where she was before, between the two of them. “Stay. We want you here.” He buries his face in the back of her neck and Satoru moves in close, effectively sandwiching her between them.

“Promise we’ll clean you up nice,” Satoru mumbles into her collarbone, lightly grazing her skin with his fangs before bestowing a soft kiss upon a previously-left mark there. “Warm shower, clean sheets and everything. I’ll even make sure you pee and eat before we sleep, because once Suguru is asleep he gets really fucking heavy and doesn’t budge at all.”

It’s so casual, the way they’re both inviting her to stay… the way they both seem to want her to stay with them. Seamlessly slotting her into a part of their lives that was previously only ever for the two of them.

Making room for her. Letting her feel visible, important, wanted.

“Okay,” she exhales after a moment, and if her voice is weak and trembling and sounds small and full of tears, neither of them mention it. “Okay… I’ll stay.”

That seems to satisfy them both, so she pushes all the thoughts and questions buzzing around in her head into a little box. She’ll revisit them later.

Your slightest look easily will unclose me Though I have closed myself as fingers, You open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens (touching skillfully, mysteriously) her first rose Or if your wish be to close me, I and My life will shut very beautifully, suddenly, As when the heart of this flower imagines The snow carefully everywhere descending; Nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals The power of your intense fragility: whose texture Compels me with the colour of its countries, Rendering death and forever with each breathing -E. E. Cummings, somewhere I have never travelled, gladly beyond (excerpt)

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Magnolia - Chapter Eighteen

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He laughs. “Sometimes. But he does it so well that it’s hard to be annoyed for long, because you end up looking so good.” He uncrosses his arms and steps into the room, closing the distance between them in just a few strides. She turns to face him, feeling suddenly shy now that there’s only a few inches of space between their bodies. “Do you want me to stay out of it?”

Suguru is so good at keeping his face neutral; she can’t tell what he’s thinking at all when he asks. “Stay out of it?”

“Mmhm.” His gaze flickers from her eyes, moves down her body, and then back up to meet her eyes again. “If you want to be alone with Satoru, that’s perfectly okay with me.”

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Chapter Eighteen: Love's Acolyte

“Oh, that’s pretty.” Suguru looks at her from where he’s standing in the doorway of her room, arms crossed over his chest. “It suits you.”

She looks back at herself in the full-length mirror. What Satoru laid out for her is a set, made of lace and in almost the same shade as the dress she’s just changed out of. “Does it ever annoy you, this uncanny skill he has of finding things that look good on you?”

Suguru is so good at keeping his face neutral; she can’t tell what he’s thinking at all when he asks. “Stay out of it?”

“Mmhm.” His gaze flickers from her eyes, moves down her body, and then back up to meet her eyes again. “If you want to be alone with Satoru, that’s perfectly okay with me.”

She hasn’t actually thought about it, and once he poses the question, she realizes she doesn’t actually know. A hot bubble of apprehension inflates in her chest, and she looks down at her feet. “I’ve… never been with two men at once.”

He puts his hands on her shoulders, his palms warm against her skin, and leans down so he can look her in the eye. “You don’t have to be if you don’t want to - not in that way,” he reassures her. “If you don’t want me there, I’ll let you be alone with him. If you want me there, but you just want me to watch, I’ll do that, too.” He smiles down at her, and it’s just as kind as it always is. “And if you say you’d like me to join in, well… I’d love to do that too - but when and how will be totally up to you.”

Somehow, he always knows just what to say to alleviate her anxiety. “Your knack for finding the perfect words to ease my mind is as good as Satoru’s knack for finding clothing that looks good on me.”

“Hm,” he hums with a grin. “Does it annoy you as much, too?”

“I can’t say that it does.”

“Good.” She doesn’t think it’s her imagination that he sounds just a little bit smug.

Many have loved you with lips and fingers And lain with you till the moon went out; Many have brought you lover’s gifts; And some have left their dreams on your doorstep. But I who am youth among your lovers Come like an acolyte to worship, My thirsting blood restrained by reverence, My heart a wordless prayer. The candles of desire are lighted, I bow my head, afraid before you, A mendicant who craves your bounty Ashamed of what small gifts he brings. -Elsa Gidlow, Love’s Acolyte

“You look like a gift, wrapped up just for me,” Satoru tells her. She’s in his lap again, pressed up against him with his hands on her hips. “Suguru… how come you don’t wear this color more often, too?” “You know why,” Suguru murmurs. He joins them in bed and rolls over onto his side, his head resting in his hand as he watches them. “I look terrible in that shade of blue.” He reaches up and lets his fingertips dance gently down the path of Lia’s spine, making her shudder, arching her closer into Satoru.

And the way Satoru looks up at her makes her skin flush hot all over, because it’s not just lust. It’s not just some half-baked desire that’s sprung up out of nowhere… it’s a different flavor of the longing he looks at Suguru with. She leans forward because she wants to kiss him, again and again and again, and so she does.

Deeply enough to feel like she’s drowning in him, deeply enough to worry that she’ll go lightheaded if she doesn’t come up for air soon, deeply enough to make her start squirming into him because it feels like the only way to get the friction she so desperately wants.

“Easy, Princess,” Satoru laughs quietly, when she breaks the kiss to breathe. “I’m right here.”

��Stop teasing her, Satoru.”

“Me? Teasing her is the last thing on my mind.” Lia believes him, because she can feel how hard he is beneath her - the thin, soft fabric of his boxer briefs doing nothing to hide the evidence of his desire. She can’t tell anymore if the wet patch on the lace panties she’s wearing is from her or him.

She supposes it doesn’t really matter anyway.

She reaches between them, wanting to feel him. Wanting to wrap her fingers around him, to gauge his shape and size with her hand. “I want…” The words come out barely louder than a whisper, and they don’t even begin to encompass all of the thoughts that fall under the umbrella of that phrase: I want.

“Hm?” He nudges her chin up with his finger, so he can look into her eyes. How does anyone resist these eyes? She wonders. Maybe they don’t. “What is it that you want, Lia?”

“You.” The word spills out of her without any hesitation. There is no shame, no pride in how quickly she answers his question. Her hand finds purchase between them, fingers closing around the base of his shaft. Her stomach flutters at how full her fist feels when she tries to get her fingertips to meet the tip of her thumb, and she draws in a quiet little breath.

Satoru hears that sharp little inhale, sees the surprise on her face, and it makes him chuckle. He cups the back of her head, bringing her face close to his so he can nuzzle her cheek with his nose. “Why don’t you let me open you up a little first, yeah?” --

Lia still remembers with perfect clarity every single second of the way Suguru put his mouth on her.

She remembers the way he alternated between using his mouth and using his fingers, the way he kept his gaze on her when he sensed she was getting close to her orgasm, how closely he paid attention to the signs her body gave him and used those signs to dictate what he would do next.

It had indeed left her speechless, but this is something entirely different.

The mouth on Gojo Satoru - it makes her wonder, is his tongue fucking battery operated?

The way he’s slurping and sucking and licking, three fingers buried as deeply into her as they can go, massaging her walls - it has her shaking and sweating and biting her fist in order to muffle the sounds she’s making.

It isn’t Satoru that reaches up and pries her hand out of her mouth. “He wants to hear you, pretty girl,” Suguru coos, pressing a kiss to her palm. “How else is he supposed to know he’s doing a good job?”

Again and again and again, Satoru brings her to the edge over and over, only to pull her back when she’s close. Until she’s seeing stars, until she’s almost in tears, until she’s absolutely incapable of anything other than incoherent babbling.

Satoru thinks she’s so pretty, with those big tears clumped on her lashes and her swollen lips and sweat-slicked skin. She’s a goddamned work of art, and he’s about to make it better.

He brings her to the edge one last time, and then takes her over, and it’s so satisfying watching the way she gushes for him… but what’s even more satisfying is the look on her face, the look that lets him know that this is her first time ever being able to do that.

“What a mess,” Suguru teases her from his place next to her.

They don’t let her cover her face. Satoru is so, so warm. He finally puts her legs down and drapes himself over her, chest to chest, his soft, wet lips dragging along her collarbone. “Messy girl,” he smirks, exchanging an amused look with Suguru. He lifts his hand, the one that was just inside of her, to Suguru’s lips. “Isn’t she delicious?” Said between kisses, his mouth slotting over Lia’s so she can also taste herself on his tongue and his other hand snaking between their bodies to lightly caress her swollen labia.

“Just as delicious as I remember,” Suguru agrees.

“Did you know, Lia? Did you know you also speak a lot with your eyes?”

She glances over at Suguru, who’s still sucking on Satoru’s fingers. “I’ve been told that once or twice,” she admits.

“I bet you have.”

Lia marvels at it - how all the anxiety she felt just a little while ago is gone now. How these two have managed to take that nervous ball of energy that was in the pit of her stomach and turn it into something else entirely. Something that has her wanting so much more, something that brings out of her a greed that she’s never felt the likes of before.

She wonders if a little of that is showing on her face. It must be, if the way the two of them are looking at her is any indication.

“Are you tired, Lia?” Satoru asks.

“No.”

“Good,” he grins, shifting a little, just enough for her to feel how hard he is, pressed against her thigh. “Because I’m not quite done with you yet.”

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All Too Well: Cursed Narrative

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Currently Updating (8/12/24). Rated M. Five years have passed since Suguru Geto defected from Jujutsu society. Now adults, the three lovers find their lives entwined together once more as Satoru and Miho attempt to navigate their complicated relationship with the infamous Curse User while taking in students of their own.

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Magnolia - Chapter Seventeen

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“Actions are so honest, aren’t they?” This comes from Satoru, and she looks back at him, her expression quizzical. “You aren’t saying much of anything with your words, and yet you’re still speaking,” he points out. She’s still in his lap, his hands on her hips, and he’s using his thumbs to trace little circles there, through the thin fabric of her dress.

“Take this dress, for instance,” he goes on. “Sure, the color compliments your skin… but let’s be honest. There aren’t many colors that don’t compliment your skin. You would’ve looked just as nice wearing the red one, or the green one, or even that black one with the lace around the bottom. But you chose the one that matches my eyes. Why is that, Lia?”

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Chapter Seventeen: X-Rays

It is the first time Satoru has ever kissed her.

In the dim lighting of a packed club, with Suguru’s grounding presence firmly at her back, his arms around her waist holding her close.

Here in this hot, crowded room, where the EDM bass is so loud it feels like it’s pumping through her veins… with Satoru’s hands on her hips and his tongue in her mouth and half a dozen pairs of sharp, jealous eyes watching it happen.

He kisses her like he means it. It steals her breath and scrapes every coherent thought out of her head, replaces the music in her veins with blood that pumps hot and fast, takes all the strength out of her legs and makes her feel she’ll either float or fall.

It’s deep and messy, and when he pulls back to let her breathe again, he can’t tell if the shine on her lips is from his mouth or hers.

He finds he doesn’t particularly care; either way, he likes the way it looks.

“Satoru,” Suguru murmurs reproachfully. “You know better. This is a public place.”

He meets the other man’s eyes over the top of Lia’s head, a smirk twitching at his lips. “You heard her - that woman won’t stop staring. I figured she must think she’s watching a show and I just wanted to give her something worth watching.”

Suguru is not impressed. “You didn’t even ask her if it was okay,” he points out.

Satoru peers down at Lia. “Can I kiss you?”

His belated question and the way he looks as he phrases it makes her laugh, even as the tiny flame of desire in the pit of her stomach grows bigger and bigger, fanned by the oxygen of his kiss.

“Yes,” she answers around her laughter, looking up at him. “You can kiss me---”

“See?” His tone is almost gloating when he looks at Suguru. “She said it’s fine.”

“---but not here,” she adds.

He looks back at her.

Is this what you’ve seen, Suguru? He wonders. Is this the look she wore when you had her? Her skin doesn’t lend itself to blushing in the form of pink cheeks, but he can tell she’s flushed all the same. There’s a light in her gaze that isn’t normally there, transforming plain brown eyes into something that would give his own uncanny blues a run for their money in a showdown.

She’s so pretty like this, and seeing her this way for the first time stirs something in his gut.

“Yeah,” he agrees quietly, thoughtfully. “I don’t think I like the idea of anybody else seeing you like this.”

“Do you want to go home, Lia?”

The question comes from Suguru, asked softly as he rests his chin on her shoulder. The words themselves are benign, but she knows the question holds a deeper meaning. By asking her if she wants to go home, he is asking her if she wants, and if she will indulge in that want once they’re back in the privacy of their home.

She doesn’t even have to think about it.

“I want to go home.”

Slim-hipped and fluent and of lovely motion, Living to the tip of every bone, And ah, too exquisitely vivid-moving Ever to lie wanly down alone--- To lie forever down so still and slender, Tracing on the ancient screen of night That naked and pale writing of the wonder Of your beauty breathing in the light. -Max Eastman, X Rays (excerpt)

Kissing Satoru is different from kissing Suguru, but no less addictive.

His hands on her hips are a different shape, but just as warm. He takes, takes, takes what he wants, and there is nothing tentative in his touch. It makes her feel emboldened, makes her want to do the same.

Suguru is like the knot that ties them all together… setting her in Satoru’s lap, watching the way they taste each other. Satoru is so pretty, with his blue, blue eyes and his flushed cheeks and his plump lips, slick with her spit… so pretty that not even Suguru can resist him.

He leans over, that curtain of dark hair falling into his face and obscuring her view. Lia doesn’t want it obscured, though - she wants to see it - so she reaches out and brushes his hair back from his face, tucking it behind his ear so that nothing blocks her view. It’s so natural… so practiced and familiar, the two of them sharing a kiss. Pink cheeks and heavy breathing and that line of spit connecting their lips when Suguru pulls back.

It makes her squirm in Satoru’s lap, makes her want more.

She watches as a look passes between them. She can’t read the look, but she sees the way Suguru reaches out and gently cups Satoru’s face in his palm, the way he taps his thumb against Satoru’s cheek. Satoru tilts his head back, opens his mouth, looking at her out of the corner of his eye even as Suguru gathers the spit in his mouth, pooling it on his tongue and letting it drip down onto Satoru’s.

She isn’t even aware of the soft, strangled noise she makes in the back of her throat. All she knows is that she wants, she wants, she wants. Whatever these two will give her, she wants it. She’s desperate for it in a way she’s never felt before, and it shows all over her face.

It makes Satoru laugh. “Suguru, I think she’s feeling left out.”

“Hm?” Suguru looks down at her with a fond smile. “Are you feeling left out, Lia?”

If asked before today, she might have expressed disgust at the idea of anyone spitting in her mouth. She might have turned her nose up in disdain at the very thought, wondering why anyone would find such a notion appealing in any way.

Here in this room, at this moment, she feels like a completely different person. It’s written all over her face, she knows, but she nods anyway.

“Hmm,” Suguru hums thoughtfully, exchanging another look with Satoru. “I suppose I should give her what she wants then, shouldn’t I?”

“It would be mean not to,” Satoru agrees with a smirk.

He cradles her face in both of his hands, thumbs gently caressing her cheeks and his eyes looking into hers. “Open up for me, pretty… wide as you can.” The words are murmured softly, but they are a command all the same.

It surprises her how much she likes being told what to do.

Obediently, she opens her mouth. She can feel Satoru’s eyes on her and Suguru, hardly breathing as he looks between the two of them. Her eyes are on Suguru, watching him gather saliva on his tongue, letting it pool there and drip down onto her tongue the same way he did for Satoru.

He flashes her a tender, satisfied smile before tapping on her cheek and uttering just one word - “Swallow.”

She does.

It’s hard to look away from those blue eyes. Lia has never been hypnotized, but she wonders if this is what it feels like… to be in the grasp of a power greater than your own, to be unable to resist the pull of that power. To know that even if you could resist, you wouldn’t want to. “Because you said you’d be looking at me.”

She doesn’t know what he’s expecting her to say, but what she’s said seems to please him. “I see,” is all he says after a moment. He looks over at Suguru, who is perched on the arm of the sofa.

Suguru has been quietly watching the exchange, an affectionate smile on his face. “Don’t be surprised if he dresses you up from now on,” he shrugs. “One of his many taglines should be ‘you know Gojo Satoru likes you when he treats you like a paper doll.’”

“If all the clothes end up looking this nice on me, I don’t think I would mind,” Lia laughs.

Satoru’s face lights up. “In that case, I added a little something to the pile of dresses on your bed just before we left.”

She looks at him expectantly. “What is it?”

“Why don’t you go look for yourself?” His tone is teasing, and it makes her curious.

“Is it something I can wear now?”

He purses his lips thoughtfully. “Well now, that’s up to you.”

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Magnolia - Chapter Sixteen

Rating: Explicit Media: Jujutsu Kaisen Pairing(s): Geto Suguru x Original Female Character, Geto Suguru x Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru x Gojo Satoru x Original Female Character Additional Tags: Vampire AU, Dark Themes, Attempted Suicide, Implied/Referenced Rape and Mutilation, Polyamory, Slow Burn, Smut

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"Hey." This time it's Satoru who's speaking to her, leaning close enough to put his lips next to her ear so she can hear what he's saying. He brings his hand up to her face, fingers on her chin to turn her head and make her look at him. "Why are you looking at them when you could be looking at me?"

"They're looking at you," she points out, as if it isn't obvious. There are still eyes on him - this tall, magnetic and handsome stranger with the pretty eyes and the pale hair.

"Couldn't care less," Satoru grins lazily, meeting Suguru's gaze over her head before refocusing his attention on her. "I really don't give a shit about any eyes but the two sets I came here with."

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Chapter Sixteen: No Stranger

Approximately three minutes into their outing, Lia is wondering why she let Satoru talk her into this.

The place is dark, noisy, and crowded. She’s astounded at the amount of people packed into such a place so late at night. Don’t these people have work in the morning? Why are so many people at a place like this on a Wednesday night?

Her uneasiness doesn’t show in her features, though. She keeps her expression schooled into something neutral, even as she worries about getting separated from her companions. It would be too easy to get lost in a crowd like this, wouldn’t it?

As if picking up on those worries, Suguru reaches for her hand. It’s a steadying, comforting touch, and it grounds her again. With just that one gesture, the music seems quieter, the crowd less obnoxious, the dark of the dance floor less intimidating.

“It’s okay,” he tells her, when he looks down at her. “You get used to it after a while. And we won’t let you out of our sight. I promise.”

Satoru looks back at the two of them, his smile brilliant and his pretty eyes lit up. Lia can see that he’s completely in his element; he seems to be feeding off of the people and the music and the energy. It’s been so long since she’s been in a place like this… so long that she can barely remember what it felt like.

I used to love dancing even if I never really loved this kind of environment, she remembers. And I did agree to come because I miss it.

It isn’t exactly what she would have chosen to reintroduce herself to something that she used to have such a deep love for, but she’d promised Satoru she would give it a chance. She doesn’t want to break that promise now, not when the night’s only just begun.

Suguru can feel the way her emotions roll and spin around her. He feels her anxiety, her nervousness in this new, unfamiliar environment. He feels her worry, her fear that the crowd will swallow her up and separate her from them. The change in her resolve is slight, but he feels that too.

He squeezes her hand. “You’re doing so well,” he murmurs, leaning down so she can hear him over the noise.

That he’s acknowledged her effort to try this even though it’s outside of her comfort zone heartens her. It feels good, and she rides the wave of his softly-spoken praise as Satoru grabs hold of her other hand, leading her through the crowd of people. They’re a small chain of bodies linked together, and Lia marvels at the way the crowd seems to part around Satoru, making room for him to get through.

She also doesn’t miss the looks he gets as they pass by. She sees the women as they eye Satoru, their gazes lingering until they notice the little procession he’s leading onto the dance floor. She feels the daggers pointed at where her right hand is joined with Satoru’s and her left is joined with Suguru’s.

If looks could kill, she would be a dead woman many times over.

It makes her resolve falter a bit. Just for a moment, old feelings that she’s tried hard to banish resurface in her mind, thoughts that are reminiscent of the old Lia… the Lia who never claimed anything nice for herself, the Lia who never would have even imagined holding the attention and affection of two men like Suguru and Satoru.

What am I doing here? I don’t belong here.

It was silly of me to get all done up in this ridiculous dress with these ridiculous shoes. I’m out of place here and everyone knows it. I should have just stayed home, comfortable in my sweats and---

“Hey.” This time it’s Satoru who’s speaking to her, leaning close enough to put his lips next to her ear so she can hear what he’s saying. He brings his hand up to her face, fingers on her chin to turn her head and make her look at him. “Why are you looking at them when you could be looking at me?”

“They’re looking at you,” she points out, as if it isn’t obvious. There are still eyes on him - this tall, magnetic and handsome stranger with the pretty eyes and the pale hair.

“Couldn’t care less,” Satoru grins lazily, meeting Suguru’s gaze over her head before refocusing his attention on her. “I really don’t give a shit about any eyes but the two sets I came here with.”

He means it, she knows. He never says anything he doesn’t mean, even if he doesn’t mean to say it.

And so, when the two of them pull her close - Suguru behind her with his arms around her waist, Satoru in front of her with his hands on her hips - she gives in to the loud bass and the frenetic tempo of the music. She allows herself to remember what it was like to shimmy and sway to the beat, to let her body move where the music takes her.

They follow her lead, letting her set the pace and keeping her caged between them. It becomes almost euphoric, the feeling she gets when she happens to glance off to the side every now and again. Those envious gazes that feel like daggers are still very much there… women who have it very clearly written on their faces: how did someone like you manage to end up with those two?

She pushes her hips further back into Suguru and pulls Satoru closer, defiantly meeting a pair of those dagger-eyes across the room even as her heart tries to sound its old familiar beats of anxiety. For Lia to watch the change in that other woman’s facial expression as she basks in the attention of the two men with her is an unfamiliar thing for her.

For the first time in her life she is experiencing the feeling of possessiveness, and it thrills her.

Satoru didn’t lie to her; he has barely taken his eyes off of her and Suguru all night. He watches the silent exchange between Lia and the woman who has been boring holes in his face with her eyes since they started dancing. He sees the way Lia pulls him closer, the way she pushes herself deeper into Suguru’s arms, the way she looks directly at the woman staring at them as if in warning.

“Didn’t know you had it in you,” he grins down at her, when her attention is focused on him once more.

“Hm?” Puzzled, she shakes her head. “Had what?”

“He’s talking about your little possessive streak,” Suguru murmurs in her ear. “We both saw that exchange, you know.”

Lia’s face goes hot. “Well, she wouldn’t stop staring,” she mumbles. “It’s rude to stare at strangers, isn’t it?”

“He said we saw it,” Satoru laughs, patting her hip playfully. “He never said we didn’t like it.”

There isn’t anything indecent or inappropriate about the way they’re touching her. She’s danced with men this way before, long ago. During her college years when she played the part of the happy, outgoing party girl. During her early adult years when she pretended to be a social butterfly. And though it has been many years since the last time she’s done so, she can’t ever remember having felt this way while dancing with someone.

Why does it feel so different? She wonders. Is it just because I’m comfortable with them, because I’m familiar?

She’s sure that accounts for much of the difference. If it were any other man in the club holding her the way these two are, she’s sure she wouldn’t feel the same spark.

She’s almost positive that the little fire that’s been burning low in the pit of her stomach would have gone cold by now if she were just dancing with some other man.

She knows that a stranger would not evoke these feelings in her - the possessiveness, the boldness, the---

Ah.

Desire. That’s what the little fire in her stomach is called. It’s called desire.

It feels different from any time before because of that. Both the man in front of her and the one behind - she desires them.

Satoru inclines his head to the side, studying her as those thoughts run through her head. “For once,” he starts with a grin, “I can actually tell what you’re thinking.”

Lia looks up at him, her eyes meeting those clear, intelligent blue ones. She isn’t sure what expression she’s wearing, but whatever it is makes a smug grin curl up the corners of Satoru’s mouth.

He’s no stranger to advances from women and men alike. There is nothing unusual about people staring at him, fascinated by the charisma and charm he exudes, intrigued by his unusual hair color that didn’t come from a box, drawn to his uncannily blue eyes. He knows that if he were alone in this club - the way he’s been alone in so many others - that he would have received dozens of propositions by now.

Even now, he wonders how many of the people looking at him would be bold enough to approach him despite him very clearly being glued to his two companions. He doesn’t have to look in that direction to see that the woman on the other side of the room is staring at him again. And so, when he lowers his head to kiss Lia, he makes sure his tongue is visible in the split second before he pushes it past her lips.

And yet, when you touch me, I grow small… and quiet… And happy… If I might only grow small enough To curl up in the hollow of your palm, Your left palm, Curl up, lie close and cling, So that I might know myself always there, …Even if you forgot. -Angelina Weld Grimke, Your Hands

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Magnolia - Chapter Fifteen

Rating: Explicit Media: Jujutsu Kaisen Pairing(s): Geto Suguru x Original Female Character, Geto Suguru x Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru x Gojo Satoru x Original Female Character Additional Tags: Vampire AU, Dark Themes, Attempted Suicide, Implied/Referenced Rape and Mutilation, Polyamory, Slow Burn, Smut

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Sometimes she forgets.

Sometimes it slips her mind that Satoru and Suguru are not just ordinary men; that they are vampires, fueled by the consumption of blood and granted with superhuman strength and speed.

She remembers though, at times like this: when one second she is standing at the bottom of the stairs, looking at the two of them on the other side of the room… and the next second, in the blink of an eye, Satoru is standing right in front of her, his tall frame hovering over her and his presence filling all the space in her personal bubble.

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Chapter Fifteen: The Thirst of Infinite Desire

By now, she’s used to the strong, coppery scent of blood.

She can smell it on them when they come back in. It lingers on their skin, on their clothes, in the air.

It doesn’t bother her as much now. She’s grown accustomed to it, would even venture to say that it’s something she associates with those two.

It’s almost a comfort.

“How was hunting?” She asks, watching Satoru brush his bangs off of his forehead as Suguru locks the door behind them.

“Good,” Satoru tells her, casually. “You should come with us sometime.”

“Why would I do that?”

“Just for fun,” he answers. “It’d be like us going to the grocery store with you.”

It shouldn’t make her laugh - because she doesn’t think he means it as a joke - but she does anyway. “You’re ridiculous.”

Satoru shrugs. “This isn’t news.”

Suguru watches the exchange silently, a fond smile curling his lips.

Satoru crosses the room to where Lia is in just a few strides. “Are you planning on changing before we go out?”

Puzzled, Lia looks up at him. “Am I supposed to?”

Satoru’s expression gives away his answer before his mouth does. “I’m not going out with you when you’re wearing that.”

She can hear Suguru’s soft sigh, but he doesn’t say anything. In the eight months since the three of them have been cohabiting this house together, he has learned to let Lia fight her own Satoru battles. She’s gotten fairly good at knowing which ones she can win and which ones she can’t, and the ones she wins are usually the ones Suguru doesn’t interfere with.

It’s quite pleasant for him, seeing how well she handles Satoru now that she’s comfortable with him.

“Why not?” She asks, looking down at her clothes. “What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?”

“You look like a funeral director,” Satoru answers bluntly. “We’re going dancing, Lia… it’s not a wake.”

She’s only mildly offended; after all, she owns very few clothes that would be suitable for anything other than lounging around the house, and any argument to the contrary would fall flat in the face of Satoru’s inherent knack for knowing what’s stylish.

This time, she heaves the soft sigh. “These are the fanciest clothes I own, Satoru. Besides, who’s going to be looking at me?”

“I am,” he says. He says it in such a matter-of-fact way. He casts a glance over his shoulder at Suguru. “I swear, you’re two of the prettiest people I’ve ever met, but without me you’d both probably live in hoodies and sweats.”

“I personally don’t see anything wrong with living in hoodies and sweats,” Suguru interjects.

“Just… Wait here.” That's all Satoru says before he disappears upstairs, and Lia and Suguru are left to share a quizzical glance.

They aren’t left wondering for long; Satoru returns shortly with his arms full of hangers. There are clothes draped on each of the hangers, and Lia watches curiously as he lays those clothes flat on the coffee table. “The sizing might be slightly off on some of these, but that isn’t my fault,” he starts. “It’s hard to gauge your shape when you’re always wearing baggy shit.”

Her brow furrows as she looks at the clothes. “What are these?”

“Dresses I bought for you,” Satoru says, as though it’s the most natural thing in the world for him to have done. “So pick one you like and put it on so I can see it.”

Just for a split second, she considers refusing his request. But one look at the dresses and she realizes that she doesn’t actually want to refuse. After all, Satoru knows fashion. If he thinks she’ll look good in one (or all) of them, the chances are that he’s right.

“Fine,” she concedes with another sigh.

“Good girl.”

And once the thirst of infinite desire Possessed me like a fever, and I said, “I want to feel all radiance, fragrance, fire And joy of life within me, to inspire My soul forever!” And the faerie maid Called me to follow her, and when she spoke It was as if a harp to the soft stroke Of loving hands had wakened suddenly: She syllabled hope’s language, calling me. -Ruben Dario, Autumnal (excerpt)

She chooses the shimmery blue one, telling herself that it’s because of the way the color compliments her skin and not because it reminds her of Satoru’s eyes.

“Well damn,” he says, when she descends the stairs. He looks over his shoulder at Suguru, who is leaning against the kitchen door jamb. “Am I good, or what?” He looks back at Lia. “So… you chose the blue one, huh?”

Well. She should have known better than to think he wouldn’t notice. “It goes well with my skin tone,” she offers.

“Mmhm.” He gives her a knowing look, and Suguru stifles a snort. It makes her face flush; neither of these men are stupid.

“Anyway, shouldn’t the two of you be getting ready?” She points out, redirecting the conversation and staving off the chance for any follow-up questions about why she chose the color she chose. “If I can’t go dressed like a funeral director, you’re not allowed to go covered in the scent of blood.”

Sometimes she forgets.

Sometimes it slips her mind that Satoru and Suguru are not just ordinary men; that they are vampires, fueled by the consumption of blood and granted with superhuman strength and speed.

“What, you don’t like the scent of blood?” He’s grinning at her, hands braced on either side of the bannister rails, his arms caging her in. She is used to this, him being so close. It’s just the way Satoru is… invading personal space, comfortable with casual touching, his presence always slightly intruding.

Before, it would have bothered her.

But now, it makes those things she feels harder to ignore. He’s close enough for her to smell the aforementioned scent of blood, but beneath it there is also the unmistakable scent of him… a scent she has become familiar with, a scent that sparks something in her that is dangerously close to the feeling she knows as desire.

Satoru knows it, and he’s aware that she knows it, too.

Suguru watches the exchange from his place in the kitchen doorway. He’s no stranger to the effect that Satoru has on people, men and women alike. Satoru is magnetic, charismatic, and appealing. Suguru has watched something develop between those two for the past eight months, something that started as a tiny bud and has blossomed over time into a bigger, more noticeable bouquet of feelings.

Lia looks up, up, up at Satoru’s face. She marvels once more at how the fabric of the dress she chose really does perfectly match the blue of his eyes. Absently she wonders why she isn’t surprised at what she sees in those eyes of his, why it doesn’t make her want to run to her bedroom and bury herself under the covers, out of his sight. “I didn’t say I didn’t like it,” she says quietly, catching her bottom lip in her teeth.

Satoru’s line of sight follows the movement, his gaze falling on her mouth. “So you do like it?” He asks, his voice low.

He isn’t even touching her, but his gaze holds so much weight that it almost feels like a physical caress. It drives all coherent thought out of her head and warms something low in the pit of her stomach… loosens her tongue and her inhibitions. She wonders if he possesses some sort of magic, or if it is just him being him that makes her feel this way. “Only on you.”

Her response seems to please him. “Hm,” he murmurs thoughtfully, leaning back slightly without lowering his arms. “I’ll have to keep that in mind,” he adds after a moment. He reaches out, flashing her a grin and running his thumb along her bottom lip before moving past her to ascend the stairs. “Suguru,” he calls over his shoulder before disappearing into the bedroom, “we should get ready… our princess has been waiting for us long enough, don’t you think?”

Our princess? She looks at Suguru. He crosses the room at a leisurely pace, his smile gentle as he reaches the bottom of the stairs. “I would ask you if you’re surprised,” he starts, “but you’re not… are you?”

Even with him speaking so vaguely, Lia knows what he means. “No, not really,” she admits. “His face doesn’t really hide anything.”

It makes him laugh. “It doesn’t,” he agrees. Sobering up, he looks closely at her. “And what about you?”

Once again, she knows him well enough to know what he’s asking without him having to say it directly. “Would it bother you if… if I told you it was something I’ve been wanting for a while now?”

He laughs again. “Why would it? I didn’t want you to think we weren’t interested, but I haven’t asked you because I figured you’d want some time to figure out if it was something you wanted.” He shakes his head, still smiling. “But to hear you say it now? Well… I can’t deny that it makes me happy.”

With that, he moves past her. “We’ll be ready before long, Princess,” he laughs, leaving her alone with her thoughts.

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OH MY GOD LUNA

YOU CANNOT KNOW HOW HAPPY IT MAKES ME THAT YOU'RE WRITING FOR WIND BREAKER NOW

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Title: Rooftop Pairing: Hajime Umemiya x reader | Wind Breaker Rating: M CWs: fluff, tooth-rotting fluff, established relationship, suggestive memories and heavy flirting, aged-up Umemiya, canon divergent, AU, teacher!Umemiya, reader-insert, Umemiya calls you "princess" once but there are no gender mentions, second person pov Summary: Umemiya finally has time to spend on his crops, and you accompany him on a summery Sunday morning. Word count: 1k A/N: I never would’ve guessed I’d like Wind Breaker but here I am, obsessed…

A quick sweat drop slides down Umemiya’s temple, but he is too busy weeding to notice. He keeps his crops healthy, but the summer holiday has involved much more work than anticipated. So now that it’s a Sunday and he has finally advanced enough in his tasks, he is taking a much-needed breather on the rooftop.

You are sitting down in the shade, under the same pergola Umemiya built during his high school days. Now that he is a teacher in his alma mater, you can’t help but daydream about the magnificent projects he must be building now, too.

“Babe, come see the peppers!” His voice carries well in the open air, strong and solid, yet cheerful. How does he look when he’s teaching? You walk towards him and wonder if the troublesome teens who seek refuge in Fuurin find shelter in his strict yet loving personality. “We can have some tonight!” The excitement seeps through the wrinkles that are forming around his eyes.

Crouching down next to him, you observe how he harvests the green peppers with the ease that comes with experience. There’s a blinding smile on his slightly tanned face, and suddenly you feel you can exhale more deeply. Maybe Umemiya is right after all. Maybe the answer to finding more joy is all in cultivating your own food.

When he finally puts the basket down, he turns towards you and quickly leans in to peck you on the cheek.

“Ume-sensei, how dare you break the rules like this?” You feign surprise. “You are a model for the students!”

The relaxed smile is almost teasing on his lips, and you can’t tell if he’s amused by your performance, or if he simply enjoyed the surprise kiss. “I couldn’t resist.”

“You’re trying to tell me that, surrounded by all your beautiful and luscious plants, you’re getting distracted by me? Pssh—”

“Always,” he interrupts. “I can’t wait to go home and eat these peppers. And then eat you, too.” You hit his arm before he can think of winking. “What? You know it’s true.”

The glimmer in his eyes tells you he is up to no good, and before you can think about it further, Umemiya moves and sinks his teeth into your exposed shoulder. It’s a light bite and he lets go quickly, but not without caressing your skin with his lips.

“Is this why you were happy I wore a tank top today?” You look at him with half-lidded eyes. He simply shrugs, and the gesture seems to make him look younger. “Get ready for revenge when we get home.”

“You know I love having your marks all over me.” Umemiya’s confident words make memories float in your mind’s eye. His bare torso covered in love bites. That one time you left lipstick stains all over his face and he insisted on not wiping it off until bedtime. How he went as far as teasing you about placing a mirror next to the bed. Recalling that time makes you even more aware of how hot it is on the rooftop. “Do you want a cold treat to freshen you up, princess?” As if he read your mind, he starts walking away into the shade under the pergola.

You follow him and once you’re sat down on one of the cushions, you realise there is a small cooler you’ve never seen before. He opens it and hands you two popsicles.

“Choose the one you prefer. I’ll wrap up quickly.” Before he has even finished the sentence, he runs to finish taking care of his beloved crops and tidy up.

You unwrap one of them and sigh as you feel the ice melting and cooling your tongue. Observing Umemiya’s swift actions, you unwrap the other one when he’s approaching you and hand it to him.

He takes your hand and takes a bite off the popsicle, making some ice break into smaller pieces and fall on your hand.

“You’re making a mess, Ume!” You laugh as you see a watery drop sliding down his chin. “Take the popsicle already.” He obliges, but before you can pull away your hand, he takes it with his free hand and licks off the remaining bits of ice. “You didn’t bring tissues, did you?”

“We don’t need them.” You roll your eyes at the goofy smile he’s giving you.

You finish the treats when a soft breeze starts greeting the greenery. As you get up and face away from him, Umemiya suddenly gets a wicked idea.

“Eep!” You yelp the moment you feel a wet and cold sensation on your exposed nape. Turning around quickly, you see Umemiya licking his lips. “Did you just lick me?”

“My tongue’s still cold, right?” The smile he has plastered all over his face is even bigger than before. You pout and use the popsicle stick to boop him on the nose. He quickly moves his head and bites it, preventing you from hitting him again.

“What’s going on?” You inquire, arching an eyebrow. Umemiya can be playful, but even if it’s the weekend, you’re still at his workplace.

“I told you, didn’t I? You’re always on my mind.”

You quickly turn around to make sure the rooftop is as empty as when you two came in. Then, before Umemiya can react, you place a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth.

“Payback,” you whisper, and giggling, you turn around and start running towards the door. It takes Umemiya a few seconds to process what you just did, seconds in which his mouth opens slightly, and the popsicle stick he had bitten off your hand falls to the floor.

“Payback…?” He mutters, the word activating something inside his brain. Scrambling to pick the stick up the floor, and grabbing the cooler, he starts running after you. “I’ll give you payback!”

Your laughter mixes and dissolves in the summer air, and for a second, his beloved plants shine brighter and healthier than ever.

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Magnolia - Chapter Fourteen

Rating: Explicit Media: Jujutsu Kaisen Pairing(s): Geto Suguru x Original Female Character, Geto Suguru x Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru x Gojo Satoru x Original Female Character Additional Tags: Vampire AU, Dark Themes, Attempted Suicide, Implied/Referenced Rape and Mutilation, Polyamory, Slow Burn, Smut

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He looks away from her, his eyes on the magnolia tree visible through the window. "I guess what I'm saying is, this is the first time I've ever felt like Suguru's found someone else he'd want to stick around for a while."

"I can't understand why," Lia murmurs, dropping her gaze to the table once more.

"Neither can I," Satoru shrugs, his eyes on her again. His bluntly honest words hurt.

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Chapter Fourteen: The Seedling

“You’re awfully quiet.”

Satoru lifts his head to look up at him. “I thought you liked it when I was quiet,” he teases, reaching up and winding a loose strand of Suguru’s hair around his finger.

Suguru rolls his eyes, though there is no real annoyance in the expression. “I have never said, thought, or implied that.”

“Never,” Satoru agrees, lowering his hand and flopping back down to rest his head on Suguru’s lap once more. “You love me.”

“I do.”

“Even after all these years?” He asks after a moment, purposely keeping his tone light. Nothing to suggest the slightest hint of insecurity or uncertainty. A nonchalant question, posed more out of formality than a need to be reassured.

Suguru is not fooled. He knows Satoru better than anyone else, after all.

“Especially after all these years. You haven’t figured that out by now? You’re stuck with me.” He looks at him. “Have I said or done something to make you feel differently?”

There is only a split second pause before Satoru answers, and when he does, Suguru has to bite back a smile at his pout. “No… but you’ve always been better at handling it when I’m with someone else than I am when you’re with someone else.”

“I wonder,” hums Suguru thoughtfully. “Maybe I’m just better at hiding it, hm? Is this about Amelia?” He knows that it is, but he also knows that trying to force Satoru to talk about it when he isn’t ready will yield him nothing. Once again he is reminded of all the ways Satoru and Lia are similar.

He keeps this one to himself.

“She reminds me of you,” Satoru tells him. It isn’t a direct answer to his question, but he knows that it means Lia has been on Satoru’s mind, and he has to smile at the irony of it.

“How so?” He asks patiently, neutrally.

Satoru shifts, sliding up in bed until his back is flush with the pillows resting against the headboard. “She’s so hard to read,” he starts. “I can read you because I know you. But she’s quiet. She doesn’t smile a lot, and I can’t sense her emotions like you can. Sometimes I think I might see it - a glimpse of whatever it is that you love about her - but she doesn’t show it to me, not intentionally.”

“Well, it did take you years to learn to read me the way you have,” Suguru reminds him. “But she’s not nearly as closed off as I was when you and I met.”

Satoru raises both eyebrows at him skeptically. “Is that supposed to make me feel better?”

“It’s supposed to encourage you to keep trying,” he laughs. “You know, I wasn’t going to mention this, but her feelings are clearer than you think they are. You just can’t see them yet.”

“Any chance you’re gonna help me out with what that means?”

Suguru considers leaving him in the dark; after all, he wants Satoru and Lia to come to know each other at their own pace. But it is obvious that Satoru is trying, and for that, Suguru thinks he deserves an assist. “She likes you,” he shrugs. “But she’s worried about what it means for her… you being back.”

“Why the hell would she be worried about me?”

Suguru reaches up, poking Satoru’s cheek. “Because neither of you seem to understand that it’s possible for me to love more than one person,” he sighs. “You both keep thinking - and hinting - that I’m going to ‘choose’ one of you over the other. She’s insinuating that she was just a placeholder, and you seem to have it in your head that you’ve been replaced. Neither of those things is true.”

“I never said I felt like I was being replaced.” Satoru is pouting again.

“You never said it,” Suguru agrees. “But I know you thought it.”

The other man goes uncharacteristically silent again.

In the silence, Satoru’s phone chimes. He retrieves it from the nightstand, his eyebrows going up once more - this time in surprise - when he sees who the message is from. “She made pancakes,” he reports, showing Lia’s message to Suguru.

“Then you should go down and eat some,” Suguru asserts. “She was nice enough to make your favorite breakfast - and to tell you about it, not me,” he adds pointedly.

Satoru is out of bed in a second, pulling on clothes. “Are you coming down?” He asks, his voice muffled into the fabric of the shirt he’s pulling over his head.

“No,” he answers unhesitatingly, biting back a knowing smile. “I’m not in the mood for pancakes so I’m going back to sleep.” He burrows into the pillows, closing his eyes. A split second later he opens them again, and this time he does smile. “Enjoy your breakfast, though.”

If there is one thing Lia finds herself grateful for as she sits across the table from him, it is this:

Gojo Satoru couldn’t hide his feelings even if he wanted to.

He’s so expressive, so openly emotive that whatever he’s feeling will show on his face whether he’s trying to convey it or not. It’s how she can guess what he might be thinking at any given time, and how she’s able to gauge his moods from day to day.

And it’s how now, she knows that her pancakes have passed the Gojo Satoru taste test. For someone who doesn’t actually need to eat human food, Satoru is an exceptionally picky eater, and she’s been nervous about debuting these pancakes for him since she decided on making them two days ago.

“These are good,” he says around a mouthful of them. He eats like he does everything else - dramatically, with gusto.

“I’m glad you like them,” she says, relief clear in her voice.

“Suguru’s missing out.”

“Although he doesn’t care too much for sweet breakfasts,” she muses thoughtfully. Two seconds after she says it, she realizes what it may have sounded like to him. “I’m sorry,” she apologizes. “I didn’t mean that to imply I know more about him than you do---”

“You might,” Satoru shrugs, peering at her with those bright eyes. “You’ve spent more time with him in person than I have lately. A lot more.”

It doesn’t sound like an accusation, but it makes her feel that way. She falls silent, unsure of how to respond.

He doesn’t seem to notice the awkward silence that ensues, still focused on his breakfast.

“It was never my intention to stay here,” she offers quietly, her eyes on her own plate.

“I know.” He sounds more nonchalant than she would expect.

“So I’m sorry if it’s caused any trouble---”

His laughter cuts her off. Puzzled, she gapes at him.

“You really do apologize for everything, don’t you?” He sits back in his chair, pushing his empty plate away from him. “You know what he said to me, just a few minutes before I came down here?”

Lia wouldn’t even begin to know how to guess the answer. Instead, she shakes her head, the gesture silently acknowledging that she wants him to tell her.

Satoru leans forward, his elbows on the table. “He said that neither of us seem to understand that it’s possible for him to love more than one person.”

She blinks at him.

“It’s never bothered me before,” he sighs. “He’s been with other people, and so have I. When you live as long as we do, you’re bound to meet other people you bond with, other people you feel a connection with. But I think,” he goes on, “that in the back of my mind, I always knew it was all superficial. That no matter how long we were away from each other, no matter how much temporary fun we had with other people, there would only ever be one person for me… and one person for him.”

He looks away from her, his eyes on the magnolia tree visible through the window. “I guess what I’m saying is, this is the first time I’ve ever felt like Suguru’s found someone else he’d want to stick around for a while.”

“I can’t understand why,” Lia murmurs, dropping her gaze to the table once more.

“Neither can I,” Satoru shrugs, his eyes on her again. His bluntly honest words hurt. “But Suguru doesn’t choose people based on whims or shallow feelings. He’s different from me in that way,” he continues, laughing a little self-deprecatingly. “So if he loves you - which he does - there’s a good reason why. Maybe several good reasons.”

She looks at him helplessly.

“Don’t look so sad about it,” he grins at her. “I’m telling you I want you to stick around, too. Not just because he feels that way, but because I want to find out why he feels that way.”

His words surprise her. She looks up at him. “Do you mean that?”

“I never say anything I don’t mean, even if I don’t mean to say it,” he answers, and she believes him. “So stay here. And who knows?” He grins at her. “You might get to know me and discover you love me more than him.”

This time, it’s Satoru who’s surprised - she actually giggles.

As a quiet little seedling Lay within its darksome bed, To itself it fell a-talking, And this is what it said: “I am not so very robust, But I’ll do the best I can;” And the seedling from that moment Its work of life began. Paul Laurence Dunbar, The Seedling (excerpt)

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Magnolia - Chapter Thirteen

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"Did you know, Lia? A heart has room to love more than one person in a special way."

"You say that now," she murmurs. "But your feelings might change."

Suguru bites back a sigh. He doesn't want her to think he's annoyed with her, because he isn't. He is frustrated at his inability to convince her of something he knows it will take time for her to see on her own.

"Maybe," he concedes, even though he's tempted to tell her what he knows is true: that it is very unlikely his feelings will change. "But until they do, I want you to stay." He offers her a smile, one that is just as tender as the hundreds of others he's given her before. "So can you do that for me, Lia? Can you stay?"

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Chapter Thirteen: The Heart Recalcitrant

“I want you to stay.”

His words are muffled into her sweater. She’s still holding him, cradling his head close to her chest, her fingers absently working their way through his hair. He finds it soothing.

“I know it sounds awfully selfish of me,” Suguru continues, raising his head to look up at her. “To tell you what I want without even asking you if you want it too. But I don’t want you to go.”

Lia tries to ignore the way her breath hitches in her chest at what he’s said… the way her heart reaches out with both hands to cling to the hope those words have given her. “Are you sure?” She asks quietly, her gaze sliding away from him and landing somewhere across the room. “Satoru’s back and you--- you don’t need me now that he’s here.”

His brows furrow. “Is that what you think?”

“Well… he was always going to come back,” she points out with a shrug that’s much too nonchalant for the subject matter and what she’s feeling right now. She knows, however, that her voice is trembling and that negates her attempt to be casual. Still, she continues. “I knew that he would come back someday, and I just figured that when he did, you two would pick up where you left off and…” She trails off, unsure how to finish the thought.

She won’t look at him. He wishes that she would.

There is an ache in his chest, one he knows is not tied to the feelings that memories of Nanako and Mimiko evoke. This ache is altogether different, connected directly with her. What she’s said - he knows that’s not how she really feels. He can see by the set of her jaw and the tight line of her lips that she doesn’t believe the words she’s let come out of her mouth.

And it makes him sad, knowing that her words are reminiscent of the Lia of a year ago. The Lia he’d found bleeding and dying in the woods, the one who was determined to welcome death because she felt she didn’t fit anywhere in life. That is the source of the ache in his chest, and he will be damned if he lets that woman come back and overtake the one she’s worked hard to change herself into.

He sits up properly to face her and to force her to face him. “Having Satoru back and wanting you to stay aren’t mutually exclusive, you know.” He speaks softly to her, the way he always does. “Did you know, Lia? A heart has room to love more than one person in a special way.”

“You say that now,” she murmurs. “But your feelings might change.”

Suguru bites back a sigh. He doesn’t want her to think he’s annoyed with her, because he isn’t. He’s frustrated at his inability to convince her of something he knows it will take time for her to see on her own.

“Maybe,” he concedes, even though he’s tempted to tell her what he knows is true: that it is very unlikely his feelings will change. “But until they do, I want you to stay.” He offers her a smile, one that is just as tender as the hundreds of others he’s given her before. “So can you do that for me, Lia? Can you stay?”

Does the heart grieve on, After its grief is gone Like a slow ship moving Across its own oblivion? Heart! Heart! Do you not know That I have conquered pain, Have parted from my woe? That my proud feet have found their path again, After the pathless heights-long after- And that my hands have learned to bless Their overflowing emptiness, My lips grown reconciled to laughter? -Leonora Speyer, The Heart Recalcitrant

There is nothing remarkable about this woman, Satoru thinks.

Sure, she is pretty… but pretty women are a dime a dozen, and he knows that has never been the sort of thing that turns Suguru’s head anyway.

Besides that, there is nothing flashy about her, nothing that stands out and demands attention. She moves into, out of, and through the spaces of their home without being noticed, without making her presence known. She doesn’t take up space. She acquiesces. She is quiet and calm, a book with a nondescript cover, a book Satoru isn’t quite sure how to open.

Even now, after weeks of him being there, she’s still reserved around him. Satoru doesn’t think it’s because she’s afraid of him. It feels more like caution, or the apprehension that she will say or do something wrong.

“She’s boring,” he complains one day, as he stands at the kitchen window and watches her. She’s sitting under the branches of the magnolia tree as she so often does, a book in her lap and a mug of tea next to her. “She doesn’t do anything.”

Suguru moves to the window to join him, his gaze following Satoru’s to where Lia is sitting. “Is she supposed to?”

“I don’t know. It feels like she should.” Satoru shrugs.

“Satoru… She’s not here to entertain you,” the other man says reproachfully. “She’s a person with her own interests. Maybe you should try to find out what some of those interests are.”

“She likes that tree and she likes reading. Those are her interests.”

“Those aren’t her only interests,” Suguru points out. “I think you’d be surprised at some of the things the two of you have in common.”

“Oh?” This seems to pique Satoru’s own interest. “Like what?”

“Don’t be lazy.” The smile that accompanies those words is smug and knowing. “If you want to know, you have to find out for yourself.”

“How am I supposed to do that?”

Suguru’s eyes drift to the window again, and he laughs as he looks a little closer at the book in Lia’s lap. “You could start by asking her what she’s reading.”

Her tea has long since gone cold, neglected in favor of the story she’s now fully invested in. She’s so engrossed in the pages of the book that she doesn’t even hear the back door open and close; nor does she hear footsteps crunching over autumn leaves as Satoru makes his way towards her.

It isn’t until he’s standing right over her that she notices him. She barely has time to register the surprise she feels before he’s settling himself at the other end of the blanket spread out beneath her.

Cautiously, she looks up at him. “Hi,” she offers after a moment. Her eyes are slightly guarded, the way they always are when she speaks to him.

“Yo.” He cocks his head to the side, looking at the cover of the book in her hand. “You like that one?”

And just like that, her entire face lights up, the shield that had been there just a moment ago dropped and forgotten. Her eyes are shining as she leans forward excitedly. “It’s so good! Have you read it?”

Oh, he thinks. So that’s what she looks like when she’s excited about something. He’s slightly dismayed to find himself a bit stunned, stunned enough that there’s a lag in his brain’s processing time when she asks him the question. He recovers quickly though, flashing her a grin. “Not in a very long time. And probably never again.”

Crestfallen, she leans back again. He feels a little guilty about being the reason the light has left her eyes. “Oh… did you not like it?”

“Nah, I loved it… but it took me twenty-seven months to write it,” he adds casually, “and by the time it was all done, I swore I’d never look at it again.”

She stares at him with those big brown eyes.

Then she blinks hard at him.

He can see the exact moment when his words sink in and she processes what they mean. He sees the way her chest rises beneath the oversized hoodie she’s wearing as she takes a deep breath in preparation to speak.

“You wrote this?” He barely has time to nod before she’s opening her mouth again, and suddenly the questions come pouring out of her like water from a faucet. “Where did you get the inspiration? Was this based on a true story? Did you write it all in one go in twenty-seven months, or did you take breaks? How did you come up with your pen name? Wh--” She stops herself mid-question, clapping her free hand over her mouth as her eyes go wide. “I’m sorry,” she says quietly. “I didn’t mean to bombard you with questions. It’s a bad habit of mine---”

“You shouldn’t apologize for things you don’t need to apologize for,” he laughs. “Isn’t that what Suguru always tells you?”

She’s staring at him again. This time, there is nothing guarded in her expression - he can see clearly the curiosity and excitement there, and the effort she’s making to hold herself back.

“I don’t mind answering all your questions, but it’s chilly out here,” he starts, rising to his feet and holding out his hand. “You should come inside - your tea’s probably cold too, and Suguru has got the fire going.”

Hesitantly, she reaches up and takes the hand he’s offering, letting him pull her to her feet. “Thank you,” she says, when he helps her gather her things.

“Yep.”

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Special Day

Rating: G Media: Bleach Pairing: Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez x Original Female Character Additional Tags: Birthday Event Fic, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Established Relationship

Done for the 6 Weeks of 6 Event hosted by me! :)

Part Six of The House That Valerie Built

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“Do you think you would know me, in another life?”

“Nah.” His reply is immediate - he doesn’t spare even one second thinking about it - and her whole body deflates a little at how quickly he has answered.

“...oh.” It’s just one word, but she has a hard time keeping the disappointment out of it.

Grimmjow turns his head to look at her. “That hurt your feelings?”

“No,” she huffs, turning her own head so he can’t see her face. “Why would it?”

There’s a pause, and then her ears are met with the sound of the sheets rustling. It’s probably an indication that he’s got his whole body turned to face her now, but she keeps her gaze focused away from him. “It did,” he rebuts, and she tries to ignore the smile in his voice.

“So what if it did?” She mumbles defensively. “You don’t have to be an asshole about it.”

“Ah,” he says quietly, sobering up. There’s more rustling, and suddenly she finds herself enveloped in his arms, surrounded by his warmth and his scent. “Sorry. Guess I shoulda explained what I meant by that, hm?”

She shrugs, unwilling to give in just yet.

“Not everybody’s lucky,” he starts, when it’s clear she’s not planning on speaking. “Or unlucky, I guess… dependin’ on how you look at it. See, I know this ain’t my first life,” he goes on, pulling her closer and burying his nose in the soft skin at the nape of her neck. “But knowin’ that is rare, and rememberin’ the life that came before the one you live now is even rarer.”

She wants to ask what he means. She bites her tongue.

It’s just as well; he goes on talking anyway. “I don’t remember my human life before. Who I was, where I lived, what kinda person I was.” He chuckles. “Must’ve been a special kinda bastard to end up where I did though, don’t ya think?”

“You know that isn’t true,” she finally says. “You ended up as a hollow, but that doesn’t mean you were a bad person. It could’ve just been that they didn’t get to you in time. The Shinigami, I mean.”

She feels him shrug, feels the way his shoulders shift and his chest rises and falls with the deep breath he takes. “Yeah, well… we’ll never know now, will we?”

She isn’t sure what to say to that.

“Anyway,” he continues. “Point is - I don’t remember my past life. Don’t remember nothin’ about myself or anybody else that was there with me. So if I met ya before,” he goes on, pressing his lips to her temple, “I don’t remember. I don’t know ya.”

What he’s said makes perfect sense. Somehow, though, she still feels the little pang of disappointment in the pit of her stomach. “I get that,” she says quietly.

“But just because I don’t know ya,” he says, putting a finger on her chin and turning her head slightly so he can look into her eyes, “don’t mean I wouldn’t still love ya.” He flashes her a grin - the kind that only she gets to see - and suddenly that disappointment in the pit of her stomach turns into a familiar fluttering of affection.

“You scoundrel,” she whispers, shifting her body to bury her face in his chest.

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” he laughs, bringing one hand up and cradling her head. “But ya love me anyway, don’t ya?”

“More than you know,” she answers honestly, lifting her head to look up at him again. “That’s why I let you get away with so much - you should know that by now.”

“Lucky man I am - and gettin’ ya all to myself for the day, too.”

“Well,” she laughs, “it’s just for today, you know. With it being your special day and all. And the others will be back tomorrow morning.”

“Twenty-four hours, that was the deal.” He hums in agreement. “Still don’t quite get the whole concept of celebratin’ my birthday when I don’t even really know how old I am,” he asserts, “but if it means I get whatever I want one day a year, I won’t argue with it.”

“And what you want is to stay in bed all day?” She raises an eyebrow at him, skeptically.

“Maybe not all day,” he shrugs, a smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth. “Just long enough to get a few things done…” He trails off, his lips now far more invested in tasting her skin than finishing his thoughts. She squirms, but makes no attempt to flee from his embrace.

“You’re a menace,” she giggles, the last word turning into a shriek as he presses his fingers to all her ticklish spots.

“Yeah, but I’m your menace.”

“Well,” she concedes a little breathlessly. “I can’t argue with that.” He stills his fingers for a moment, and it’s long enough for her to meet his eyes and offer him a soft smile.

“Happy Birthday, Grimmjow.”

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