dunya99

[dunya99]

it is no secret when a king breeds not only a first born son, but a first born son described as the blue eyed prince in his tribe. while the title of khalifa is fought over, the people distract themselves into a boy, the blue eyed prince.

though his name unusual to many, exotic some describe, satoru was a fan favourite prince. every daughter and sister bowed to the one above hoping to be the one of many by his side.

yet since the days ready of marriage, he’s hidden away. lock doors and the boy that was described to be for the sorest of eyes is hidden from the public. whines and moans heard from the town yet it should not concern you. a prince like him marries many under wealth, why should common girls like you worry?

yet that day you accompanied your brothers chaotic street shopping adventure, his lavish bedroom door slowly opens, a famous prince now undercover. he slips his way down and swings on the palace vines to reach the common town and you unknowingly stand next to him under a palm tree.

escaping from the blazing heat you stand next to a man or a boy? you couldn’t determine, his face covered with a green scarf, perhaps a warrior. yet you’ll never know the boy next to you is the next heir, and you’ll never know how astonishing the boy was seeing you. every rational thought in his brain had to fight the urges to scream and tell those around that the other 50% of the worlds beauty has been found, founded on your face. yet he keeps quiet, using your beauty as a shelter and a distraction from the sky’s vicious crown. you’ll never know that the roles has switched with you and satoru. that same blue eye prince that used to fascinate you, is now in awe of you.

[dunya99]

"you're the writer, you control how the story goes" no not really. i wrote the first sentence and then my characters said "WE WILL TAKE IT FROM HERE" and promptly swerved into an electrical fence.

[dunya99]

you hate this weather. its stuffy, humid. you toss and turn, unable to sleep. the mixed feeling of the heat and the stickiness overwhelms you. you couldn’t sleep like this, muddy heat engulfing you. especially when you’re the type to who has to snuggle onto something in order to have a genuine good nights sleep.

you rose up, rubbing your eyes as your feet dangled off your bed. you sat there for a bit, staring at your feet and your bedroom floor that was messily decorated with clothes. quickly, your moments of silence was disrupted by a loud thud coming from the inside of your apartment. the thud shaking you fully awake. you stayed sat for a bit, processing and wondering what might of happened only to nail it down to an intruder. you got to your feet, kneeling under you bed to grab that metal bat you have stored for safety measures just like these.

you poked your head out your bedroom door on the lookout. scanning the area around you before sliding out your door as quietly as you could. once you made your way to your living room something wet lingers on your feet. the moonlight that casted through your large apartment windows confirming your worst nightmare, it was blood. before panic took you into insanity you look up only to notice a somewhat familiar figure sprawled out on your floor.

a toned male body with long limbs and hair, you only know one man like that. your ex boyfriend: suguru geto

thoughts and questions overwhelmed your brain as you stood there, staring at his body limp on your floor and making a mess out of his own blood. he was wearing a black shirt and his usual black baggy tracksuit, both clothing drenched in blood.

this is not the man you last remember seeing. the last time you saw your ex was when he told you about his dream. a dream of a world of only sorcerers. when he first told you his plan you couldn’t help but crack a smile, assuming what he just said was some sort of sick joke. but he wasn’t joking. his face was still, his eyes scanning the muscles on your face as you slowly realised this isn’t some funny silly joke. it’s wasn’t like him either way to joke. to be honest, you hate yourself for not seeing the signs before, it was so clear. the man you once love twisted into this new man. a stranger. even though that was years ago, it’s no surprise that a figure you recognise so much, looks somewhat morphed. morphed into something corrupted.

you walked up to him, still holding onto your metal bat, ready to possibly strike at any given moment. you finally have a clearer look of his now matured face. his face structured and chiseled with his own unique dark touches. blood was dried up on his forehead, that seemingly coming from his head. his prefect silky hair you used to happily clean for him now clumped up with scabs of blood. you slightly kick his body, wanting to wake him up yet still cautions, the metal bat still in its position. his eyes open and you wish they didn’t. you wish he somehow got his eyes gouged out so you could forget the way they swirled in the dark, wishing you could forget how the violet hues left your heart in a trance.

you stayed firm all though, not allowing that smile you used to kill to see get to you. he’s a dangerous man, you remind yourself, you need to report this to the higher ups. come on, fight him, do something! yet you can’t, your body frozen. he watches the way you react to him, he studies your face. the confusion and distraught making his smile depend. that prick.

‘hey.’ your brows knitted together, his voice broke when he spoke. your glad it did, not being able to hear his full on voice because if you did you might of smashed his head with the bat. your grip tightened on your bat which immediately caught his eye, making that stupid smirk you always use to love deepen.

“why are you here?’ you raise the bat higher, as if threatening him to answer. a chuckle left his mouth, suffocating your brain further before he spoke. ‘what happened to hello, princess? i’m hope you don’t welcome all your guests with a bat in their face.’

‘you’re not a guest. tell me why your here before i smash your head.’ he jokingly rolled his eyes, his brain cooking up a reply that you already know it’s something to purposely piss the hell out of you.

‘i just wanna know how you’re doing sweetie. is catching up with an old friend illegal all the sudden?’ you don’t budge, not giving him the satisfaction of pissing you off. he finally speaks up again after a moment of shared silence.

‘so i uh.. got into a little… fight. look i know you probably hate me an everything but is it too much to ask if you could help me? like back then when you used to always heal me. forget about all this stupid sorcery politics… i missed you.’

you cannot believe the nerve this guy has. sneaking into your apartment, getting your floor and carpet soaked by his own blood, trying to to charm his way back to you and then ask for a free healing? it sounds like he wants his last kiss to be your bat. he’s lying, you know he’s lying. he’s only here to use you he doesn’t care about you. war erupts in your brain, his words entering your ears with swords, slicing any rational thought you have, but not all.

‘no you don’t. suguru don’t do this to me. your lying to me aren’t you? tell me the truth.’

his violet eyes examine your face, an expression you couldn’t read on his face as he looks down, lifting his shirt to expose a large wound scraped across his stomach and chest. it was huge, the blood still not dried, only bubbling and gushing out. you lower your bat, squatting beside his body as you watched the cursed energy swirl and twist his insides.

‘look i know you don’t trust me but… can you just help me? you’re the only person i know who can help me. just… maybe make it stop… bubbling?’

you look at his face, that smirk and cocky expression switched to now worried, scared even, his eyes bulging out like a loss puppy. you don’t know when the last time you saw him like this or if you ever have seen him like this. to be honest, it scares you. he props himself to his elbows and you put your hand on his chest, pushing him back to remain lying down.

‘just this once.’

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a/n: every time i come here and write it’s when im suffering the consequences of going overboard on leg day

[dunya99]

rip sukuna you would of loved those muslim brothers podcast where they basically talk down on women

[dunya99]

rip gojo, you would of loved knafeh b kaak

[dunya99]

when someone tells me they love my work i giggle and start twirling my hair

I want everyone to know that this is me every time someone drops a comment on something I've written:

[dunya99]

Satorus mad something other than him took your ability to walk, and that other thing is the gym.

recently, silly you forgot to stretch and warm up your body for leg day, and now you are suffering the consequences of your actions. sure when you finished the workout that day your legs were shaking but that means it worked, right?

gosh you wish that was true. each time your leg even moved an inch they shivered in pain, as if your muscles were about to rip out your thigh and run away across a rainbow or two.

and oh boy did your husband — satoru — take the opportunity to tease you.

he’d remind you that this is ‘the consequences of not going with him’ and how your all the sudden ‘too good to stretch’ while giggling at how annoyed you’re getting. this all happened right in the morning too, when the pain was still fresh, and his stupid poking and teasing made your life a living hell. you would of kicked him by now if you weren’t in so much pain.

but when he finally stops, he takes the opportunity to pamper you, carrying you out of bed (bridal style) and sitting you down on any surface he can around the house. he’d sit you on the kitchen bench, your feet dangling as he prepares you something. if hes feeling extra nice he’d prepare you a warm bath with even a massage, but you both know where that will go. soon your bridal privileges are taken away, don’t worry hes still carry you, (any excuse to show off his muscles to a hottie like you, he’d take) but instead he flings you across his shoulder like a rag doll. with love, of course. shown by either a kiss of a cheeky little slap on the ass.

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a/n: am i writing this because this is what im currently going through? yes…

[dunya99]

i’d like to sit down and have an in depth conversation with suguru geto, i feel like we’d agree on a lot of things.

[dunya99]

it's only considered romance when you put your entire soul into it

[dunya99]

I'm once again thinking about Kento Nanami..

[dunya99]

I AM in love with him i am IN LOVE with him i am in love WITH HIM i am in love with him I AM IN LOVE WITH HIM

[dunya99]

may flowers grow in the saddest parts of you

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a 19 year old girl trying to navigate her way in life. i love to write, my notes are filled with doomed poetry and my drafts are stuffed with philosophical nonsense. requests are always open, most works are swf.

[dunya99]

Nanami is the type of dad to absolutely adore his baby girl.

he’d let her little hand take him to her “secret fort” that she built, trying to enter without making everything collapse since it’s obvious not built for his size.

he’d let her steal your make up when your not home and practice on him, no matter how berserk it looks he’d always compliment how much of a great job she’s done, pasting a sweet kiss on her cheek that leaves a red mark from the lipstick he’s wearing. (don’t worry he’ll buy you everything back after, maybe even more)

when you’d go out to the park and you accidentally drift to sleep on his shoulder he’d signal to your daughter to quickly grab flowers while he searches up how to make a flower crown and his phone. oh, and the sweet expression of shock on your face warms his heart, as if he’s fulfilled his purpose and is ready to die, but of course he won’t let himself die, he’d miss you and his daughters warmth even if death is nothingness, his soul would still yearn.

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a/n: sometimes i’m scared ill get married and it’ll be nothing like how i write it to be 🥲

[dunya99]

sometimes the words ‘i love you’ don’t cut it out when it comes to replicating the emotion that your husband!satoru feels for you. the words ‘i love you’ don’t show his need for doing anything in the world to please you, no matter it’s difficulty. i love you doesn’t serve justice to the way he’d row his way to where the pacific and Atlantic meet and mix the oceans together, ignoring the differences in densities, or would split the moon in half with a click of a finger because a man can do anything the moment he witnesses your sugar sweet smile.

husband!satoru sometimes feels utterly disappointed when you refuse to let him spoil you, refuse to let him build a rocket out of his love and fly you both to the same moon that he talks to every night about you to the point that the moon would call your name, but don’t be surprised, just satorus antics.

can you blame the man for being obsessed with you though? you’re the only person who’s ever seen him for him. your the only person that teases him back, your smart ass reply’s take a lot of his will power to stop him from tossing you onto his shoulder and taking you straight to the bedroom.

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[dunya99]

he’s so gorgeous

this art is actually beautiful love my bby geto

cr: srkork on X!

[dunya99]

Nanami doesn’t believe in love at first sight.

he believes love is something that grows, something that blooms in your heart, nourishes.

you were no exception.

he respected you in your first moments of meeting but soon, your warmth caught up to him. sweet humming of your voice was only the fertiliser to a colourful garden.

so it was no surprise that one day nanami finally decided to acknowledge the greenery you created, finally showing you your creation. he showed you the life that you brought to his heart without even knowing it. he showed you the white lily’s in his heart that you watered with sweet words, and butterflies that fluttered around, pollinating the garden every time he saw your radiant smile.

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a/n: Nanami is still alive btw and happily married with me

[dunya99]

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ ‐to love and to cherish. gojo satoru

walking down the aisle proves to be the hardest thing to do when your future husband won't stop crying his pretty eyes out.

fluff. ₊˚⊹ ᰔ wedding au (based on catholic weddings), fem!reader, best man!suguru, so much fluff and love i made myself cry. everyone is happy!

word c. ₊˚⊹ ᰔ less than 500

𝄢♭completely ‐ jaehyun

sunlight seems to beam back from every corner. white hydrangeas and roses allow the natural light to reflect all over the venue, casting a dreamy glow that makes your throat tight with emotion.

it surely must be heaven.

and heaven itself gleams right before your eyes, with satoru waiting for you to join him.

the blue of his eyes is replaced with an almost translucent shade whenever it catches the light, and the redness surrounding them only amplifies its beauty.

hushed whispers and gasps can be heard as soon as you're into everyone's line of vision—and satoru immediately breaks down in tears.

your own heart squeezes at the sight, laughter and tears bubbling up easily when suguru is forced to throw an arm over the sobbing groom, preventing him from running straight to your arms.

"don't you dare," even with his kind smile, suguru's tone is nothing but threatening, "let your wife shine, it's her moment."

and that's pretty much all it takes to get satoru to stay by the altar. it doesn't mean he won't pout about it, though.

the deep rumble of the cello accompanies your way down the aisle, and with each step forward, more pairs of eyes land on your figure in awe. warmth and ease drape over your senses like a throw blanket, drowning the sense of doom under its fabric. but no matter how much you wish to greet each one of the guests, their eyes meeting yours with matching excitement, your gaze bounces back to satoru's stubbornly, already aching to be by his side.

you know you're smiling—and crying—but so is he. your grip on the bouquet is tight, just like the invisible string drawing you towards satoru, your fingers itching to wipe the tears running down his cheeks.

I love you.

a chocked up mix of a laugh and a sob gets stuck in your throat as he mouths the words at you through the brightest grin you've ever seen from him, and all you can think is: how dare he.

it's almost too silent yet so loud, every shaky breath and sniffle loud and clear against the silence of the guests. a melancholic piano joins the cello, and your heart is suddenly at your throat, finally within satoru's reach which means that his hands immediately seek to hold yours. the rustle of your dress against his suit, his hushed cries muffled against the skin of your forehead mixed with endless declarations of his love—it's too much and yet it's utterly perfect.

"I love you, I love you," with eyes closed, satoru breathes you in under the gazes of every guest, witnesses of the adoration and yearning of the young couple that's only minutes away from being joined in matrimony.

behind the veil, a fleeting moment of private intimacy between bride and groom takes place, just for them and the universe to know and that will be cherished for years to come.

"my gorgeous bride."