Please ignore my lack of organisationđ«¶đ„č18+ / Side blog
Don't wanna be here? Send us removal request.
Text
đ„č absolutely adored Arranged!Gojo au, this was so bitter sweet
there was a moment in which you really thought nothing could happen to worsen it. life with arranged!gojo was truly perfect, and you couldnât imagine anything but.
nights were spent either each other, skin to skin, shading the warmth. mornings came and heâd awake before you, pulling you closer to his chest as he nudged his nose against your ears. sometimes youâd grumble about it, other times youâd laugh softly. gojo wasnât what you imagined heâd be like, but itâs nothing to complain about.
when he wasnât busy, or if he made time, heâd take you out to the forest on horseback as he listened to you speak. other times heâd take you to different bakeries, asking which one youâd prefer. you could feel his anxious stare, hoping that you were enjoying your time. youâd always smile back and assure him you were.
it had been months sense everything had worked out, and truly you couldnât be happier. though the rumors and gossip never stopped, you just stopped caring about them. after all, people could say all they wanted, but they could never be as happy as you were and thatâs all that mattered.
on the days when heâs with his advisors and counselor members youâd go to the village or find something to do around the estate, but every night heâd find his way back to you and so you never worried.
except for now.
you were aware he had a longer meeting than usual today, but with your anxious pacing around your shared bedroom, fidgeting with your ring as your eyes never left the grandfather clock, about to strike one in the morning. this was strange.
you had tried going to sleep, but you awoke in only half an hour to see that your husband had still not returned, and this put you in an even worser headspace.
gojo had assured you that nothing was wrong, but there had been strange chatter around the estate walls this past week that you couldnât shake off. maids sparing worried glances to you whenever you passed. it was common knowledge that they were the ones that knew the gossip first, but you so desperately wished to know it now.
it took nearly another hour of your frantic effort to stay awake when your bedroom door creaked open and gojo walked in.
you stood up anxiously from the corner of your bed, taking in his tired appearance. his white hair was messy, eyes sunken in. when he saw that you were awake his glare softened slightly.
âyouâre not asleep?â he groggily asked as he began to take off his boots, his back rippling with muscles from under his tunic as you gnawed on your lips and he stood up.
âcouldnât,â you simply said, leaning into his outstretched arms as he pulled you into his chest, planting a longing kiss to the side of your head. one of his hands pressed tightly against your back, not moving.
there was a moment of silence, one heavy and unknown as you listened to the sound of his heartbeat.
âis everything alright?â your voice was muffled, but still audible, as you finally asked the question that was searing into your head.
there was another beat of silence, but this one was uncomfortable. gojo hadnât let go of you yet.
âyes,â he finally said, but you had heard better lies from your sisters after they ate your pastures and said they didnât than this.
your brows furrowed as you looked up to him.
âwhat took so long?â you pressed, pulling away slightly as his lips formed into a thin line, and he dragged a hand down his face.
âjustâŠstate affairs,â he turned away from you, against eye contact as he ran another hand through his hair.
you scoffed, rolling your eyes as you crossed your arms over your chest. you thought that he had at least begun to trust you enough not to lie this blatantly.
âhave ogres come back from extinction?â you tried to tease, but your voice was flat and you couldnât hide the curiosity and hurt behind it. gojo didnât laugh, which hurt even more. you leaned back on one of the pillars of your bed and watched as he stood with his back to you , contemplating something in utter silence.
how you loathed silence.
âwhatâs wrong?â you ask again, your tone heavy.
your brows furrowed even more, arms tighter around your middle as he heaved a heavy breath, and when he finally tuned you wished he wouldâve just stayed hidden from you. because there were spots of red in the whites of his shimmering eyes, and that was more fearful than the quite.
you tilt your head, not knowing what to do, and see his breath in shakily. the only time you had seen him cry was that night he confessed to you in the field. never again. not until now.
you take a tentative step forward, eyes searching his but he canât bare to look at you.
âthereâs been some conflict with the south for a while,â gojo finally says, though it seems like speaking is physically hurting him, âand tensions only worsened when my father stepped down.â
you nod, knowing all of this. after all, you mightâve been kept in the shadows in your old life, but you werenât daft. you tried to keep up with the relations of the state as much as possible.
âbefore i married youâŠi,â he squeezed his eyes shut, breathing deeply, âmy father had made a agreement for me to marry the southern princess to mend our relationship,â
this you knew too. but youâre hoping that all your knowledge was just trivia and nothing that was serious.
you knew of the women gojo had lined up, but in his favor and not. the southern princess being one of them.
âso?â you shake your head in confusion, stomach churning, âyouâre married to me now.â you say the obvious, but you see the way he smiles softly at that, nodding.
âit worked out for us but the south wasnât fond ofâŠthis,â you watch as he twirls his ring around, âtheyâve been holding off on trade with the north and anybody whoâs pledged alliance to us.â gojo jams his palms into a his eyes. for a moment he doesnât look like the ruler he is or the warrior heâs always been but a scared boy who doesnât know what to do.
you take another step forward, leaning into him as he deflates into you, one hand protectively going around your shoulders and the other around your waist.
âweâll figure this out,â you say as confidently as you can, âweâll ask for a smaller cut of their exports than usualâŠ.or offer another northerner of higher ranking northern men for their princess,â you offer, looking up at him only to see his eyes wavering, the tip of his nose pink.
he swallows thickly.
âwe did,â he mutters, âwe did all of those things. all of those things and more. butâŠâ
he trails off and you shake your head, eyes wide.
âbut what?â you press and he rubs at his eyes, at his stray tears.
he goes to open his kith but he canât. youâve never seen him like this. you feel tears coming but you donât know why.
âthe southern king, he,â your husbands voice cracks, and you pull away in shock, in fear, in terror as he tries to control a sob. the most feared man of all the land fighting down a sob, and all you could do was watch in fear.
âheâs promised war if we donât abide by his terms.â
your own tears have stung at your eyes, maybe because your terrified of the response, making because a part of you knew that something good like this could only last for so long.
âand,â your lips tremble and how gojo longs to kiss it away, if only his hands werenât shaking and heart pounding, âand what are his terms?â
a sad, sad look takes over his face, one that looks like a knife has been dug into his stomach and has begun to twist. he opens his kith once, twice, and fails. he canât speak. he canât say the wretched words out loud.
âthat,â a tear streaks down his cheek, hanging on his chin, âthat i uphold by the initial promise. that i marry his daughter. that i separate fromâŠâ he blinks slowly, his mouth closing and then opening, a little gasp of horror leaving your own lips as you piece together his final words,
âthat i separate from you.â
#gojo x reader#gojo x you#gojo x reader angst#gojo drabble#jjk x you#jjk x reader#jjk drabble#arranged!gojo#short but sweet <3
1K notes
·
View notes
Text
gryffindor!gojo now has come to the sensible conclusion that you despise him.
you roll your eyes whenever he jokes. you look away when he comes near you. you whisper something your friends that makes him laugh whenever he says something stupid in class. and had it been anyone else he wouldnât mind. but for some reason, he minds when itâs you.
and despite the fact that heâs racked through his mind to think about why, he canât come up with anything.
but he thinks he gets a little closer to cracking your cold exterior when on an equally cold day he finds you waiting outside the transfiguration room, shivering, waiting for some of your friends. when you see him walking nearer you grumble something under your breath.
âcold?â he asks with a tilt in his voice, his blue eyes gleaming as he stops in front of you. your shivering, arms wrapped around your body as your teeth chatter. you glare up at him in annoyance.
âiâm actually a bit warm,â you mutter sarcastically resting your shoulder on the wall as you look away from him.
he takes this time to admire your features. the slope of your nose and the flutter of your lashes. had you not hated his guts he mightâve found you cute.
âyou fancy a trip to madame pomfrey?â gojo asks and you snort.
youâre only wearing a sweater, clearly not anticipating the halls to be so cold. gojo stares at you a little longer, and you feel a little bit of heat rise to your cheeks.
âi should pay you for how much you stare,â you murmur, âan hourly rate.â
gojo smiles a little bit. at least youâre talking a little more now.
he bags to unbutton his robe, his nimble fingers working fast as they unhook the buttons from their hooks. you watch in silence as he shrugs it off of his shoulders, holding it towards you.
you look at him in confusion, brows furrowed and lips drawn in perplexity.
âiâve got enough layers,â gojo says with a shrug, forcing the cloak towards you, not liking how still youâre staying.
he can see the fight in your eyes the way you look from his outstretched arm to his face and then back to the cloak. he sees how much you want to give in, to just give up for once.
but you shake your head, looking away from him.
âiâd rather freeze to death,â you say, looking at the transfiguration door swing open as students came pouring out.
you donât glance at him as you make your way to your friends, a genuine smile making its way on your face as you greet them.
and gojo stands there, with his cloak in his hands, in silence. and then the silence brews. the olive branches heâs extended for no reason going up in flames as his usual happy demeanor cracks and a scowl makes its way into his face,
your feelings now mutual.
#gojo x reader#gojo x you#gojo drabble#satoru x reader#jjk x reader#jjk x you#jjk drabble#short but sweet <3
870 notes
·
View notes
Text
gryffindor!gojo whoâs confident but not daft. he gets a sense that you donât particularly like him and that just canât do.
he becomes observant of your behavior and your actions. you laugh freely when your with your friends, a smile in your face as you all joke around the table. you seem to get along with your potions partner, even if theyâre a slytherin, and sometimes when he passes by the second story girl laboratories he hears you talking to myrtle, which is truly a saint activity.
but for some reason, he never gets any of this attention.
whenever he tries to talk to you during the defense against the dark arts lessons you loudly shush him and tell him to leave you alone. when he tries to gauge how much you enjoy quidditch you send him a glare. you never seem to smile when heâs around, that frown growing between your brows.
and itâs strange, really. gojo is used to people just being fine with him, better than fine actually. like for example, one night in the common rooms, he went up to you to ask something measly.
âdid you understand a word of what snape was saying?â he asked with a teasing smile, something surely you could agree on.
you seems to be alone, working on an essay, being left by your friends as they went to sleep. when you saw him come near you, you had to control yourself from groaning.
âyes.â you mutter, continuing to work.
âmerlin,â he said with an awkward chuckle, glad none of his friends were around to see the ever boisterous gojo satoru stammer, âyou must have great-ââ
âiâm trying to get this done by tonight,â you look up momentarily and he would have been able to reciprocate your hatred if only he didnât find his throat getting dry whenever you looked at him, âplease leave.â
so gojo leaves. and this seems to be a routine. but he knows that deep down itâs not just him pestering you that the issue. because sometimes, when he doesnât mean to, he catches your stare from across the dining hall table. and he sees the way you were tediously picking his features apart, just as he does to you.
and he doesnât miss the way you quickly avert your stare away. nor does he miss the way you bring your fold fingers to your cheeks to cool them down.
gojo smiles. he has a plan.
#gojo x reader#gojo x you#satoru x reader#gojo drabble#jjk x reader#jjk x you#gojo satoru x reader#short but sweet <3
2K notes
·
View notes
Text
yes i have this whole series for slytherin!gojo but letâs take a moment to think about gryffindor!gojo.
a guy who is really the center of attention, the life of the party, the student that everybody knows even if theyâve never had a conversation with him. yes heâs the captain of the gryffindor quidditch team, go figure. girls (and some guys) love him and everybody wants to be him.
gojo satoru is truly what people imagine when they think of the gryffindor house.
which is ironic because youâre probably the last person that comes to mind when house gryffindor is brought up.
itâs not that youâre not a gryffindor or embody it or whatever bullshit others say, youâre just, reserved.
and sure you have your own friends and your own life, but from the long list of gryffindor past and present, you seem a little different. you keep to yourself, youâre not loud, youâre not entirely brave (killing a spider is a daring task), and you donât really like quidditch. not that you care about all of this. not at all.
and for some reason you have this inexplicable hatred for gojo. heâs loud, overbearing, he makes everything a joke, everybody loves him for some reason, and he always gets what he wants. all the professor dote over him, and it doesnât help that he comes from a long line of witches and wizards when youâre just starting out.
you doubt he even knows your name, despite being in the same year, but you donât care. you always manage to grumble something under your breath when heâs around.
so of course with your luck you find yourself in the common rooms, late into the hours of the evening, stressing over a potions paper you knew you shouldâve started earlier.
and of course gryffindor!gojo is the only other person in the room, stressing over the same thing. and of course his eyes roam over to you and your hunched over form and your piece of parchment.
and when he strolls over and plops down beside you with that unbearable smile you have to control your face from grimacing.
âi donât think weâve ever met before,â gojo, the prince of gryffindor starts as if you donât know him, âiâm satoru. and i think weâve got the same problem and i could really use some help,â
his eyes are a bright blue that seem to shine in the crackling fire of the hearth, and his lips are pink and soft, pulled back in a customary smile. your swallow thickly.
âiâm a bit busy, so, no,â you say with an unapologetic look, quickly packing up your papers and shove them in your book bag, not noticing the way the esteemed gryffindors face falls in confusion at your bluntness, âgoodnight.â
you race away to your dorm, shaking your head in annoyance and at his audacity all while he sits aghast on the couch, trying to think if he said anything wrong.
but donât worry, if gojo satoru is one thing, itâs persistent. and heâll figure out your problem even if it kills him.
#short but sweet <3#gojo x reader#satoru x reader#gojo x you#gojo drabble#jjk x reader#jjk x you#jjk drabble#gojo satoru x reader
1K notes
·
View notes
Text
underclassman!todoroki whoâŠ
Underclassman!Todoroki who was quiet and distant when you first met him. Your teacher had announced a mentorship program between the second and first years, and you were paired with Todoroki Shoto- a student with a reputation that preceded him. Some of your classmates whispered about him, mentioning his powerful quirk and the family he came from, but none of that mattered to you. What you saw was a reserved boy who seemed to prefer solitude over company.
At first, he didnât say much beyond polite responses to your attempts at small talk. He was respectful but distant, treating your interactions as purely transactional. You werenât discouraged, though. If anything, his quiet demeanor intrigued you. There was something about the way his mismatched eyes watched you, as if he was trying to figure out if you were worth opening up to.
Underclassman!Todoroki who surprised you with his determination during your first joint training session. As part of the mentorship program, you were tasked with helping him refine his combat strategy. He was already incredibly skilled, but there was a certain stiffness in the way he fought, as if he was holding himself back. When you pointed it out, he didnât argue or brush off your critique. Instead, he listened intently, nodding once before adjusting his movements.
That moment marked a shift in your dynamic. Todoroki began to trust your judgment, and you started to see glimpses of the person behind his stoic exterior. He didnât talk about himself much, but his actions spoke volumes. Whether it was the way he thanked you after a session or the way he started showing up early to your meetings, it became clear that he valued your guidance.
Underclassman!Todoroki who began to fall first. It wasnât something he recognized right away; it crept up on him gradually. At first, he chalked it up to admiration. You were kind, patient, and perceptive in ways he wasnât used to. But then he started noticing the smaller things: the way your laughter lingered in his mind long after youâd parted ways, the way you pushed your hair out of your face when you were focused, the way your eyes lit up when you spoke about something you were passionate about.
He didnât know what to do with these feelings, so he buried them. You were his mentor, a second-year with your own goals and responsibilities, and he convinced himself that it was nothing more than a fleeting infatuation.
Underclassman!Todoroki who started lingering a little longer after your training sessions. He always had an excuse- questions about strategy, requests for feedback- but you werenât oblivious. You noticed the way he seemed reluctant to leave, the way heâd glance at you when he thought you werenât looking. It was endearing, in a way, to see someone so composed and self-assured show these subtle signs of vulnerability.
You werenât sure when your dynamic shifted from mentorship to something resembling friendship, but you didnât mind. You enjoyed his company, even if his stoic nature sometimes made it hard to tell what he was thinking. There was something grounding about Todoroki, something that made you feel like he truly listened when you spoke.
Underclassman!Todoroki who didnât realize you were falling for him, too. It was slow and subtle, like the way snow melts into spring. You admired his quiet strength, his unwavering dedication to improvement, and the flashes of dry humor he occasionally let slip. You found yourself looking forward to your meetings more and more, not just because you enjoyed working with him, but because you enjoyed being around him.
But you hesitated to act on your feelings. You were his mentor, and you didnât want to cross any boundaries. Besides, you couldnât be sure if he felt the same way. Todoroki was hard to read, and you didnât want to risk ruining the bond youâd built.
Underclassman!Todoroki who finally confessed first, though it wasnât in the way you expected. It happened during a quiet moment after a particularly intense training session. You were both sitting on the sidelines, catching your breath, when he turned to you and said, âI think I like you.â His voice was calm, but there was a flicker of uncertainty in his mismatched eyes, as if he was bracing himself for rejection.
You were stunned for a moment, but then you smiled- a soft, genuine smile that made his heart race. âI think I like you, too,â you admitted, and for the first time since youâd met him, you saw a small, genuine smile spread across his face.
Underclassman!Todoroki who wasnât quite sure how to navigate a relationship but was determined to try. He was thoughtful and considerate, always taking your feelings into account, and you found his earnestness endearing. Your dynamic didnât change too much; you were still the same pair who trained together, supported each other, and occasionally bickered over strategy. But now there was a warmth between you, a quiet understanding that neither of you had to face the challenges ahead alone.
And as the school year progressed, you realized that your mentorship had evolved into something far more meaningful- something neither of you had expected but both of you cherished.
a/n itâs been a while huh
masterlist
#liluâs reccs#short but sweet <3#shouto todoroki x reader#shouto x reader#todoroki x reader#bnha x reader
204 notes
·
View notes
Text
â And all of the clothes he'd been flinging aboutâ like he'd been trying to leave his mark on you in the most circumspect, little shit way possible.
It all, impossibly, seemed clearer than day. â
vested interest | masterlist
pairing: Todoroki Shouto/Reader
summary:Â Youâd just thought Shouto was absent minded, accidentally leaving behind a jacket or a sweater or his vest. You didnât realize this was a thing. (In which Todoroki Shoutoâdespite his quirkâhas zero chill, and uses his clothes to ward off other men.)
length: 19,500 words | 5 chapters
tags: romance, pro hero au, misunderstandings, shouto is a little shit
warnings: aged up characters, eventual smut, slightly possessive behavior
chapter links:
one: coat and run
two: in-vest-ed
three: for hood measure
four: well-suited
five: all buttoned up
fix extras:
What happens when Reader finally tries to return Shoutoâs jacket?
What was chapter 4 like from Shoutoâs POV?
cross posted on ao3: here
881 notes
·
View notes
Text
constellation 1 | xiao
pairing | xiao/reader
part of | if all stars fell at once
word count | 1.5k
genre | soft, domestic fluff
It dawned on you as you were out on your usual businessâ tomorrow was Xiaoâs birthday. And as you arrived home that day, the adeptus in question appeared before you.
âItâs just another passing day. Thereâs no greater significance,â he had casually dismissed it when you brought it up.
You couldnât help but pout a bit. âBut⊠it would only be us. I know you arenât one for large gatherings, soâ I just thought we couldâŠâ
Though you knew he wouldnât be too keen on the idea, part of you hoped he would still give it a chance. His expression was unreadable, remaining neutral with a slight crease of his brows as he intently watched your shifts in demeanor. Eyes averted towards the ground, fingers anxiously fiddling with the tassel on your amulet, lips drawn into a small poutâ you were a little disheartened by his refusal, that much he could tell.
Xiao sighed quietly, loud enough for your eyes to perk up with a newfound glimmer of hope. Gods, he was so weak for you it was almost embarrassing how easily he caved.
âFine. Justâ keep it simple. I only wish to spend it with you,â he relented, arms crossed in feigned admonishment.
The way your face immediately lit up with uncontainable elation had his heart skipping a beat.
âSimple, got it,â you beamed. âUsually for birthdays the gifts you get are surprises but⊠how about you choose what gift youâd like?â
âA gift I would likeâŠâ he repeated quietly to himself, almost as if processing the foreign idea.
Rare was the time he would flat out ask you for something but since you seemed so enthralled by having him partake in this mortal celebration with him, Xiao would indulge you.
You peered at him with hopeful eyes, a small smile patiently waiting for him. If he was avoiding your gaze purposefully, you didnât bring it up. The teasing could wait, as you found Xiao was sometimes easily embarrassed. Pointing out how cute it was only made him hide his quickly reddening face even quicker, sometimes disappearing into shadowy mist altogetherâ much to your amusement.
You poked his arm lightly, gaining his attention. âSoâŠ?â
âIâll think about it.â
It was left at that. As the sun finished hiding behind the mountains surrounding Qingce Village, the yaksha also announced his departure. He descended into the busy night ahead of him, working against malevolent forces well past the first hours of his birthday.
He would come back eventually, you hoped. His word was his bond, after all. The moon rose into the sky, dusted by scattered clouds that framed its pale blue glow. It peered at you curiously from your window as you awaited sleep, and kept you wondering what Xiaoâs answer would be. Anticipation filled your dreams with sweet nothings that you came to forget in the morning.
Though part of you wasnât surprised, you were a little disheartened to awake to an empty room. There were a few select mornings where you peered one eye open to find Xiao resting next to you, partially curled up into your form. This wasnât one of those mornings, though you silently held onto the possibility when the mourning doves began their morning melodies.
In fact, Xiao was nowhere to be seen all afternoon as well. Defending all of Liyue was no easy feat, and so you pushed yourself to continue your day as usual to squash the tiny seed of worry that weighed on your heart. You trusted him to be okay. Though you could call out to him, it somehow sat wrong with you to bother him today of all days.
Perhaps it was the anticipation that increased your worry over the prolonged absence of the adeptus today, despite the fact that he has seen longer periods of not showing up for his own personal reasons. Evening settled into the sky with orange and pink hues, his absence still clear as the sky.
Time inched by rather quickly as you busied yourself with colorful threads and a bit of evening reading to some of the village children as they waited for their parents to return from work at the harbor. You ran a bath to keep you occupied once settled back in the comforts of home, indulging in the calming aroma of the flowers and bath essences you always neglected to use. The cool of night was subtly falling into place as you let the warmth of the healing waters wash away the weekâs lingering stresses.
Still, as you soaked surrounded by therapeutic aromas and warm vapors, the quiet patter of droplets cascading off the hand that gathered delicate petals did little to comfort you. Their melodic ripples breaking the surface echoed off the walls of the bathroom in a comfortless song. It became increasingly hard to ignore the absence of the reserved adeptus.
Your person.
It was only an hour until midnight. The gentle feeling of a foreign object placed in your hair subtly startled you as you entered your room.
âSorry to keep you waiting,â Xiao apologized, a small smile softening his usual serious expression. âSomething kept me busy.â
You were quick to melt into mirthful laughter, fingertips brushing the familiar object that now decorated your hair.
âCrystalflies?â
There was a light pink that dusted his cheekbones, but he continued adorning your hair with the subtly glowing cores. It was unexpectedly romantic of him and had your chest tight with overbearing fondness.
His voice was laced with uncertaintyâ a tone he took on when he was unsure if he was conveying his affection properly. âI thought they would look nice on you.â
The breathy laugh you let out as he placed a small pile of extra cores into your hand reassured him that the feelings got across.
âIs that what kept you busy?â you asked teasingly, voice melodic and light with endearment. âCrystalfly catching?â
He fell silent, momentarily flustered as he turned his gaze elsewhere.
â...Yes.â
Not a lie, but not the truth in its entirety. However, the adeptus chose to not tell you that he had just spent the better half of the day building up the courage to approach you about the gift he decided upon. Even now his heart was still hammering harshly in his chest. No, he would take that knowledge to his grave.
âI decided on the gift already. The one you told me to choose,â Xiao added, his amber eyes shifting back to you.
You hummed, sitting on the edge of your bed after tucking the precious cores away in a desk drawer. âMhm, so what did you choose?â
Instead of answering you right away, he leaned down to rest his head on your shoulder, his arms on either side of you supporting most of his weight. Confused, you rubbed your hand soothingly on his back.
âEverything alright?â you asked tentatively when you were met with no response.
There was a muffled reply you couldnât understand. You ran your fingers through his hair, coaxing him to lift his face to meet your eyes. And slowly but surely, he did. The heat was high on his cheekbones, his golden irises glowing subtly under the warm light of your lamp.
â...Kiss.â
âKiss?â
He nodded, and you couldnât help the wide grin on your face as your heart burst with newfound endearment. You were more than happy to oblige, cupping his face in both hands to press tender kisses to his forehead, his nose, and both his rose-dusted cheeks.
But he wasnât satisfied.
Xiaoâs face was warm with impatience and the overwhelming emotions that drummed in his chest. He let out a quick exasperated huff, âNoâThis.â
The way his lips were fervently on yours without a momentâs hesitation left you winded, unable to ask anything further as his actions resonated clearly. This was needy, insistentâ like an insatiable hunger to have you melted against him. Your taste, the feeling of your soft, plush lips against his, the cute little whines that he was quick to swallowâ it all had Xiaoâs mind in a dizzied state.
He pulled away, mind in a haze as you both were left panting during the brief pause, a thin string of saliva connecting you both briefly. There was a bright red that dusted your cheeks and he drank in your appearance. Your lips were a little swollen from his relentless nibbling and tugging, chest rising and falling as you caught your breath, eyes a little stunned yet shining with a love-drunk glimmerâ he wanted to burn it into his memory.
âAgain.â
You half-laughed in disbelief, âAgain?â
With a quick nod, he wasted no time in finding comfort back on your lips. It was a little slower-paced now, the yaksha regaining some control over himself to timidly explore and prod within your mouth. He drank in all your quiet moans and silent gasps, gloved hand moving to tangle into your hair.
Over and over again he worshipped you with kisses peppered all over your face, your neck, your shoulders. This went on well past midnight, Xiaoâs golden eyes glowing with adoration. And when he looked at you the way he did, with such ardent devotion, you just couldnât help but indulge him.
Who were you to refuse?
220 notes
·
View notes
Text
donât tell any of the girls arranged!gojo used to sleep with that heâs really soft with you because they might just scratch their eyes out.
donât tell them how he pulls you into his chest right as youâre about to go to sleep, one hand rubbing up and down your stomach as he whispers all the things he loves about you into the vast universe.
donât mention how gojo takes you horseback riding through the fields on his days off, or how he sets up a little spot near the secluded lake for the two of you to eat dinner. or how he cooked the meal himself after begging the cooks to teach him how so he could impress you.
gods forbid those girls found out how gojo ties you into your corsets, and ties you out when the night comes. how his fingers hover over your skin as he tries to commit the feeling to memory. or how he sometimes pulls you back into his body by the outline of the bodice, how he groans in your neck when he smells your lavender oil.
those girls would cry tears of anguish if they found out that gojo, the man who refused to kiss because it was too intimate, felt like heâd die if he hadnât felt your lips in an hour. how heâd messily kiss your fears and sorrows away.
some of them mightâve pulled their hair out if they found out that gojo tilts his head back and laughs, a booming sound, whenever you tell a story. the man who never showed emotion now isnât afraid to show it all. how heâd smile just at the thought of you, how heâd pout petulantly if you werenât near.
you think some of them might just drop dead if they saw the way gojo removes your heeled shoes after a night of dancing, or how he slowly kisses up your ankle to your thighs.
but truth be told you donât care if those girls ever found out. because for once in their miserable lives they might realize that the man they longed for wasnât incapable of love, he was just incapable of loving them.
4K notes
·
View notes
Text
It doesn't take a long time, but the magic to traverse realms is incredibly draining, both physically and mentally. It takes a long time to prepare for. The journey can take over a week to recover from. Plus, you can't seem to get a grip on the landing. It always spits you out somewhere random, usually on top of someone, with no time to land on your feet.
When you finally get to the Devildom, a minimum of seven beings immediately attach themselves to your hip. It's even more tiring. You fight to stay upright while a couple of them cling to you for dear life. The others start squabbling and pull you every which way like a game of tug-of-war. There's a lot being said at the same time, a lot of tearful reuniting, some arguing, loads of pleasantries, and plans to hang out later that are going in one ear and out the other. You're not sure which is more exhausting - this or the magic.
But at the end of the day when all is said and done, you feel safe and at home. There's a warm meal waiting for you. It's practically a feast with all of your favorites, cut into easy-to-eat bites. Your room is ready and waiting, though it's not exactly the way you left it. It's clean, with freshly laundered blankets and a small mountain of wrapped gifts on the carpet you have to step around. The closet is full of clean towels and a few new articles of clothing you haven't seen before.
There's a lineup of stuffed dolls by your pillows. Even without a card, you can tell exactly who left what plush toy. You feel ready to sleep the instant you lay down. There's additional water and snacks on the table and a truce in place that no one is to bother you until you've had a full night's rest.
That doesn't stop them from standing in the hallway to guard the door like a squad of loyal sentries. If their not-so-subtle bickering gets on your nerves, you can invite them in or chase them away.
It's a strange feeling. You never imagined that hell could be the happiest place.
943 notes
·
View notes
Text
The art looks stunning đ„č
I'm drawing a dream manga and I want to do my best!
546 notes
·
View notes
Text
This was such a cute concept đ„č
Rich boy gojo latest obsession: Spider woman aka you
Gojo Satoru was everything you werenât. Wealthy, popular, and effortlessly charismatic, he ruled the school like a king. Girls wanted him, guys wanted to be him, and he basked in the attention without a care in the world. You, on the other hand, were invisible. Quiet, studious, and focused solely on your dream of becoming a mechanical engineer, you kept to yourself. You had no time for the drama or distractions of high school lifeânot that anyone tried to drag you into it.
For years, Gojo hadnât even known you existed, too busy dating every pretty girl in school and living his high-society life. But you didnât care. As long as you had your books, your love of science, and a clear path to graduation, you were content.
Then, everything changed the night you got bitten.
It happened as you walked home from the library, your bag heavy with notes and textbooks. A sharp sting on your hand made you pause, and when you looked down, you saw it: a spider, glowing faintly with an otherworldly hue. You brushed it off, thinking nothing of it at the time. But by morning, your entire world had turned upside down.
The changes were drastic, to say the least. It felt like you had the strength of five men combined. You could climb walls, stick to surfaces, andâmost astonishinglyâshoot webs. At first, it was chaos. Youâd knock over furniture without meaning to, stick to walls by accident, and fire webs at the worst possible times. Balancing your new abilities with the demands of high school was a nightmare. And then there were your parents, who couldnât understand why you suddenly seemed soâŠdifferent.
Eventually, though, you got the hang of it. Slowly but surely, you found a rhythm. By day, you were the quiet girl no one noticed, slipping through the halls like a ghost. By night, you were Spider-Woman, swinging through the city, saving lives, and trying to make a difference.
One of those lives, unfortunately, was Gojoâs.
Youâd saved him multiple timesâonce from a mugger in a dark alley, another time from a runaway car. Each time, you prayed he wouldnât recognize you under the mask. But Gojo, being Gojo, became utterly and completely obsessed. He couldnât stop talking about Spider-Woman. It was Spider-Woman this, Spider-Woman that. She was all he thought about, all he cared about. Heâd defend her fiercely to anyone who dared criticize her, becoming your personal lawyer without even realizing it.
When the media started painting Spider-Woman as a delinquentâa vigilante who caused more harm than goodâGojo was furious. He went so far as to call his dad, threatening to sue the newspaper that ran the story. How dare they? Didnât they know how much Spider-Woman sacrificed to keep the city safe? The idea of anyone tarnishing her name was enough to make his blood boil.
Then came the night at the nightclub. Gojo, carefree as ever, found himself cornered in a dark alley, moments away from being robbed. You swooped in, taking out the muggers with ease. But before you could leave, he stopped you.
âWait!â he called out, breathless and his sky blue eye wide. âI⊠I just wanted to say thank you. For everything.â
For a split second, you hesitated. His voice, so familiar yet so different, made your heart skip a beat. But you couldnât risk itânot with how obsessed he was. Without a word, you shot a web to the nearest building and disappeared into the night, leaving Gojo standing there, more intrigued than ever.
<^><^><^><^> <^><^><^><^><^><^>
The cafeteria buzzed with chatter as students clustered at their usual tables. Sitting alone with your tray of food and your notes, you tuned out the noise. Behind you, however, the loudest group in school had taken their seatsâGojo Satoru and his friends.
âDude, Iâm telling youâshe totally recognized me,â Gojo said, his voice carrying across the room as he threw his hands up in frustration.
âSatoru, youâre delusional,â Geto drawled, brushing his long hair behind his ear as he gave his best friend a look of pity. âYou know how many people she saves, right? Why would she only recognize you?â
âBecause Iâm pretty, thatâs why,â Gojo shot back, leaning uncomfortably close to Getoâs face, his striking blue eyes glinting with mock indignation. âWho could ever forget this face, huh? Iâm too handsome.â
Geto blinked at him, unimpressed. âYouâre beyond saving.â
âHeâs right,â Shoko chimed in dryly from across the table, casually popping a fry into her mouth. âYou need professional help, Satoru.â
But Gojo wasnât listening. He leaned back in his chair, dramatically running a hand through his white hair as though to emphasize his point. âIâm serious, guys! Sheâs so coolâlike, way cooler than anyone else in this school. I have to meet her. But she doesnât have an agent or an email orâŠanything! How am I supposed to contact her? Ugh, itâs torture.â
âYouâre not supposed to contact her,â Shoko replied, not even looking up from her fries.
âWait, wait,â Gojo interrupted, a mischievous glint in his eye. âDo you think sheâd date me if I offered her money?â He turned to Geto and Shoko, searching for validation.
The two stared at him like heâd grown a second head.
âMoney? Really?â Shoko snorted, clearly unimpressed. âSatoru, sheâs a superhero, not a gold digger.â
Geto sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. âYeah, and even if she was into money, why would she pick you? Youâd probably get robbed while on a date with her.â
âHey!â Gojo huffed, crossing his arms. âShe saved me multiple times. Okay, a lot actually . That means something!â
Shoko raised an eyebrow. âIt means youâre really bad at staying out of trouble.â
Behind them, you fought the urge to roll your eyes. It was bad enough Gojo was obsessed with Spider-Woman, but to hear him talk about her with such unfiltered arrogance made your food taste worse. If only he knew how much effort it took to not acknowledge him during every rescue.
Still, you couldnât deny the small flicker of amusement at the thought. Gojo Satoru, the most confident guy in school, practically pining over you without even knowing it.
<^><^><^><^> <^><^><^><^><^><^>
Gojo Satoru thought he was a genius. Actually, scratch thatâhe knew he was a genius. After all, if Spider-Woman was going to save him every time he found himself in trouble, then logically, he just needed to get into more trouble. That way, sheâd have no choice but to keep saving him, which meant heâd get to see her more often.
âWow,â he muttered to himself one day as he stared at his reflection in a classroom window. âI scare myself sometimes with how brilliant I am.â
And so, his master plan began. Every day, without fail, heâd find himself in increasingly dangerous situations. Whether it was wandering down shady alleys, conveniently âforgettingâ his wallet in sketchy neighborhoods, or trying to provoke muggers by flashing his expensive watch in public, Gojo made sure to play the role of helpless rich boy perfectly.
And every single time, you were there. Swinging in at the last possible second, rolling your eyes behind your mask as you pulled him out of harmâs way.
For two weeks, this went on. Two excruciating weeks.
âAre you serious right now?â you snapped one night as you yanked him out of the path of an oncoming car heâd nearly walked in front of. âsir, What were you even doing in the middle of the street?â Your trying to make your voice deeper so he couldn't recognise it.
âMe?â he asked innocently, flashing you a grin that somehow managed to be both charming and infuriating. âI was just testing how fast that car was going. You know, for science.â
You stared at him, dumbfounded. âYouâre unbelievable.â you whispered. You didn't want to talk to him too much and feed his delusion that he is somehow special to you.
âThank you,â he replied, as if it were a compliment. âSo, whatâs your name? Your real name, I mean. Do you like movies? Dinner? Long walks in the rain?â
You ignored him, as usual, swinging away before he could say anything else. But Gojo was nothing if not persistent.
The final straw came on a rainy night after an already horrible day. Youâd had a blowout argument with your mom that morning, and the weight of your double life was catching up to you. Your grades were slipping, exhaustion was eating away at you, and the constant pressure of keeping the city safe was unbearable. To top it all off, Gojoâs ridiculous antics were only making things worse.
So when you find him once againâthis time standing at the edge of a rooftop of the hotel his rich father owns, "balancing practicing"âyou snapped.
âWhat the hell is wrong with you?â you shouted, storming toward him as the rain poured down. Your mask was soaked, and your voice shook with frustration and fatigue. âDo you have a death wish? Or are you just this desperate for attention?â
Gojo turned, his soaked white hair plastered to his forehead, and gave you that same infuriating grin. âHey, Spider-Woman! Took you long enough. I was starting to think you didnât care.â
You grabbed him by the collar and dragged him back from the edge, your patience completely gone. âListen, rich boy,â you hissed, your voice trembling with anger. âI donât know what kind of game you think this is, but I am not playing. You donât get to make my life harder just because youâre bored or obsessed or whatever this is.â
For the first time, Gojo seemed taken aback. His grin faltered, and his usually sparkling blue eyes softened. âWait, are you okay?â
You froze, caught off guard by the genuine concern in his voice. For a fleeting moment, the usual arrogance in his tone was replaced by something softerâsomething real. But the dam inside you had already broken.
âNo, Iâm not okay,â you admitted, your voice cracking under the weight of everything. âIâm also a human, you know. I get tired too... Iââ
You stopped yourself mid-sentence, biting your lip hard enough to hurt. No. Youâd already said too much. Letting him see even this much vulnerability was dangerousâtoo dangerous. You didnât owe him an explanation.
Swallowing the lump in your throat, you grabbed him by the arm and picked him up effortlessly, carrying him away from the edge of the rooftop. You set him down on stable ground, saying nothing as you turned to leave.
âWait,â he called after you, his voice trembling slightly. âIâm sorry. Iâm really sorry. Okay? Please, just listen to me.â
You hesitated, your back still to him.
âI didnât mean to make things harder for you,â he said, his usual confidence completely gone. âI was just... I thought I was being clever, but I wasnât thinking about what it was doing to you. I just... I wanted to see you. To talk to you.â
His words hung in the air, raw and honest, but you couldnât bring yourself to turn around. The rain poured down harder, mingling with the tears that began streaming down your face. You clenched your fists, willing yourself not to break down completely in front of him.
âIt doesnât matter,â you said finally, your voice barely above a whisper. âJust... stay out of trouble. Please.â
You swung away without looking back, leaving him standing there in the rain, his figure growing smaller and smaller until it disappeared from view.
As the wind whipped past you, the tears kept coming. The frustration, the exhaustion, the overwhelming lonelinessâit all spilled out in the safety of the storm. For the first time in a long time, you let yourself cry.
And behind you, on that rooftop, Gojo Satoru stood drenched and motionless, staring after you with an ache in his chest he didnât fully understand. He had never seen you like that beforeâso human, so tired, so vulnerable.
And for the first time, he realized just how much heâd taken you for granted.
<^><^><^><^> <^><^><^><^><^><^>
For two whole days, you slept. The world kept spinning, but you didnât care. You were beyond exhaustedâmentally, physically, emotionally. It felt like your body was trying to shut itself down for repairs, and honestly, you welcomed it. After all, who cared about you? Why should you care about the world when no one seemed to care about you?
Meanwhile, Gojo was in his own spiral of chaos. The guilt gnawed at him relentlessly. He couldnât shake the image of your trembling voice, your soaked figure disappearing into the rain. He knew heâd messed upâbadly. He wanted to apologize, to tell you how sorry he was for being selfish, for not thinking about what you were going through. But... how? How was he even supposed to find you? It was like youâd vanished into thin air.
To make matters worse, there was the looming deadline for his big mechanical engineering project. Normally, he wouldnât be too concerned. He was Gojo Satoruâcharming, brilliant, and capable of pulling off a miracle at the last second. But this time, there was a twist. His professor had assigned him a partner: Y/N L/N.
He didnât even know who that was. Sure, heâd heard the name in passing, but it wasnât like he paid attention to anyone who wasnât in his usual circle of admirers or friends. Now, in the middle of his existential guilt-fueled meltdown, he had to deal with the stress of finding a partner he probably wouldnât recognize if they stood right in front of him.
His friends noticed immediately that something was off. Gojo was usually the epitome of confidence, breezing through life without a care in the world. But now, he was pacing, muttering to himself, and radiating the kind of energy that screamed, Iâve screwed up.
âOkay, whatâs going on with you?â Shoko finally asked, leaning back in her chair and eyeing him suspiciously.
âYeah, youâve been weird for days,â Geto added, sipping his coffee. âThis is, like, the longest youâve gone without flirting with someone or bragging about yourself. Should we be worried?â
Gojo ran a hand through his damp hair, tugging at the roots in frustration. âItâs Spider-Woman,â he admitted, slumping into a chair.
âOh, for crying out loud,â Shoko groaned, rolling her eyes. âWhat did you do now?â
âI think Iâno, I know I messed up,â Gojo said, groaning into his hands. âI was being an idiot, okay? I kept getting myself into trouble so sheâd save me, and... well, she finally snapped.â
âWait,â Geto said, raising an eyebrow. âAre you telling me Spider-Woman, the literal superhero, got mad at you? What the hell did you do?â
Gojo waved his hands wildly, exasperated. âI just wanted to talk to her! Is that so bad?!â
âYes,â Shoko and Geto said in unison.
âUgh, whatever,â Gojo grumbled, burying his face in his arms. âShe disappeared after that night. I donât even know where to find her now.â
âMaybe you should stop obsessing over her and focus on that project,â Shoko suggested, popping a fry into her mouth. âWhatâs the name of your partner again?â
âY/N L/N or something,â Gojo said absentmindedly, frowning at the table.
Shoko froze mid-chew, exchanging a quick glance with Geto.
âYouâre kidding me, right?â Geto said, trying to suppress a grin.
Gojo blinked at them, confused. âWhat?â
âY/N L/N,â Shoko said slowly, smirking. âYou mean the quiet girl who never talks to anyone? The one whoâs always in the library?â
Gojoâs jaw dropped. âWait, what? No way. why godddd." he dropped his head to the table and started banging his head.
âYep,â Shoko said, crossing her arms. âThatâs your partner. Good luck, lover boy.â
Now, not only did Gojo have to figure out how to apologize to Spider-Woman, but he also had to track down his elusive project partnerâ
And honestly? He wasnât sure which task was going to be harder.
3K notes
·
View notes
Text
arguing with arranged!gojo is difficult because heâs not used to arguing with women and youâre not used to arguing period.
it rarely happens, but when it does it gets really heated between the two of you. you pace around your room, huffing as gojo stands there with his arms crossed, nose flaring.
like that one time he found out that one of the new guards the brought in from the west was somebody you used to fool around with.
yeah that was bad.
âwhy do you even care!â you snap at him, and he canât find a plausible reason aside from the fact that he was purely jealous.
this guard that theyâd brought in from the west, much to your shock, was somebody you used to see in the late hours of the night. you never did anything frisky, just some shared kisses here and there.
but the moment you saw him, your whole demeanor changed. and gojo could tell. it took a bit of picking and prodding (which gojo is great at) but you eventually told him the story.
and he was not excited to hear it.
âi want him gone,â he tells you and you roll your eyes, shrugging indefinitely.
âfine,â you throw your arms up, âget him out. but what about those girls? you think i donât want them gone whenever we walk into one of those balls or those dinners? when i see the way they look at you? you think thatâs easy for me?â
âitâs different,â his tone is unwavering and cold.
you scoff, shaking your head in dismay.
âwhat? whatâs so different? that i kissed him? big deal!â you feel like you want to cry and yell and jump and scream at the same time.
because it was different. for you. because the men didnât seem to care that gojo had a new wife, or that he cared for her. but the ladies did. they gossiped in frenzied tones, batted their eyelashes at him even more as if that could cast him away from your spell.
so you didnât know why he cared so much about this one man. why it should matter to him when heâs had far, far more experiences than you.
you felt hurt that he doubted you, angered with his hypocrisy, and tired from spending the entire day ignoring each other.
âthis is going nowhere,â you mutter eventually, picking up your pillow as his eyes drop to your hands, âiâm sleeping somewhere else.â
âwhat-â
âand donât follow me,â you bite out, not even glancing behind your shoulder as you begin to sulk out of your shared bedroom to your old one all across the estate.
and sure, maybe youâre not being entirely fair. thereâs been some petty arguments when he bumps into one of his old girls, but it didnât hurt nonetheless when he accused you of lying, when the conversation of your old romantic life was just never brought up.
you wipe at the stray tears on your cheek as you slug down the stairs, sniffling to yourself as you curse your husband to hell and back, when a force unlike any other picks you up from behind.
âwhat?â you squeal, your body manicured over a strong shoulder, your legs near his torso, your eyes facing his back as you kick at him, âlet me go, iâm going to fall!â
âdonât make me laugh,â gojo murmured, one strong arm around your waist, the other around your thighs as he hauls you back up the stairs.
âi told you not to follow me,â you grumble, pinching his back but he doesnât react.
âyouâre funny if you think iâll let you sleep alone.â
your brows furrow, feeling the need to kick him, but also not wanting him to drop you.
it doesnât take long for him to reach your bedroom, opening the door with his free hand (unbridled strength if the greatest warrior of the north meant he could pick you up with just one hand) and plops you back on the mattress.
you prop yourself up on your elbows, looking away, hoping he canât see the tear marks.
because it did hurt. his words hurt you. they cut deep. and he notices, his gaze softening slightly.
âdonât cry,â he whispers, leaning down to trace your tears away but you swat his hand off of your face.
âthen donât make me cry,â you say with a heavy sigh, siting upwards, back slightly hunched.
you take a deep breath, rubbing at your eyes as you glance upwards at him. itâs been a while since the two of you had fought, and the first time over something serious, and he looks awful.
âi donât judge you for being with those girls,â you start with a heavy whisper, âyou did what you could to stay sane. but donât judge me for doing the same.â
gojo breathes deeply through his nose, blinking.
âyouâre right,â he says after a heavy second, causing you too look up in confusion.
he nods again, his big hand cup your jaw, his thumb rubbing your cheek as he catches the stray tear from the corner of your eye.
âyouâre right and iâm sorry,â he repeats, and youâve never had somebody agree with you before, âi justâŠsaw the way he looks at you andâŠi didnât like it.â
you offer him a small nod.
âbut he just looked at me,â you shift so that your resting on your haunches, hands in your lap. he towers over you, one hand going to cradle the back of your head.
gojo shrugs, like he canât put it into comprehensible words how he felt when that guard looked at you with hunger in his eyes. how only he was allowed to look at you with such starvation.
âi didnât like it,â he can only repeat, and you know he struggles with his emotions, spent years hiding them so that they wouldnât become his weakness.
âdo you want to sleep?â he finally asks you, and you slowly blink, trying to hide the tiredness from your face.
âiâll still be here when you wake up,â he offers and you crack a small smile, trying to hide it from him.
but your smile drops as you think, eyes darting up to his.
âitâs okay to not like something, and itâs okay to feel angry that you donât. but donât ever, ever, make me feel like that again because of it.â
your stare is unwavering, and he feels a certain sense of pride in seeing that. and gojo nods, one steady movement as he drops down to his knees, trying to be level with your gaze.
âyou have my full authority to strike me down if i do,â he promises, his hands cupping your face, his words serious but you canât help but giggle.
âgood,â you murmur, tugging slightly harshly on some of the strands of his hair as he winces, pushing you back onto the bed with the sheer force of his body, climbing up into you as he hold you close to him.
you let out another laugh as he acts like a bear cub, not wanting to move an inch away from your warmth as he cuddles into you, trying to finish his massive size compared to you.
the two of you laid in silence, a comfortable one, as he laid his head in your chest, hearing the steady rhythm of your heart.
âi am sorry,â he whispers, craning his neck to look up at you as he rests his chin on your sternum, âiâm sorry.â he says again, his words barely above a sound.
you blink again, moving some of the hair away from his face as you observe his sorrowful features.
âi know,â you whisper back.
gojo finds your hands, interweaving your fingers together, heart tugging when he feels your ring against his skin.
he brings the finger to his lips, pressing a soft kiss against the ring as you watch him silently. no other words needed to be said, no words left unspoken as he pulls you into his chest.
because no woman would amount to a sliver of you. and no man would amount to a morsel of him.
#short but sweet <3#gojo x reader#gojo x you#gojo drabble#jjk x reader#jjk drabble#satoru x reader#arranged!gojo
4K notes
·
View notes
Text
â "Then how have you been breathing all this time without me?" You ask a bit teasingly, wondering how you never noticed that his eyes have little specks of green in them, or how the blush on his cheeks sometimes traveled up to his forehead.
"Horribly," he says and you give him a small laugh, "But it feels like I just took my first breath after eighteen years." â
Nezu truly feeds the lover girl in me đ„čđ«¶
đđ„đ°đđČđŹ
pairing: gojo satoru x fem!reader
part two of after all this time
summary: you try to make sense of everything after that night with gojo satoru, the slytherin prince, but as much as you try to run away from it, it seems to follow you more. but he has to hate you for it, right? that could be the only explanation for why he seeks you out...right?
warnings: 18+ mdni all characters are 18, gojo slight angst, messy makeout, gojo eating pussy like his life depended on it, fingering, unprotected sex, penetrative sex
word count: 12k
note: yay! part two is done! please comment and reblog, it's really appreciated. thank you @jadeisthirsting for beta reading! <3
slytherin!gojo masterlist + jjk masterlist
If there was one thing you grew to understand about Hogwarts, it was that the castle was entirely unpredictable.Â
From the moving staircases, the random ghosts that would appear out of nowhere, to the disappearing portraits that sometimes only reappeared to listen in on student gossip, you knew you had to expect the unexpected when it came to ancient school.Â
But never in your wildest imagination would you have thought that you wouldâve kissed Gojo Satoru.Â
You couldnât even pretend that it didnât happen, despite the fact you wanted so desperately to obliviate your mind and move along with your life.Â
You could still feel his lips on yours, even days after it happened. You could feel his hands on your body, the way he held you to him, the way he kissed down your neck. You could still hear the way he said your name, breathless, almost desperate.Â
âFuck,â he had whispered, heavy on your lips as he dipped down again to kiss down your chin tilting your head up to expose the column of your neck, âFuck,â he said once more, diving down as he sucks and bites at your skin, his movements growing faster and more erratic once he hears the soft and sweet mewls that escape your swollen lips.Â
You tried to blink it away.
âSatoru,â he had said against your skin, âNot Gojo. Not you.âÂ
Not you.Â
That Saturday and Sunday you refused to move from your bed, huddled under blankets as the other girls in your dorm came and went. You could hear the loud party they held after yet another win at the quidditch game, so you just cast a silencio charm around your room, feeling your mattress create a permanent dent in the fetal position you were lying in.Â
One of the kinder girls of your dormitory, Celeste, crouched down to where your head peeked out from your swarm of blankets, her brown brows furrowed together with worry, but you promised her it was just a stomach flu, nothing to worry about, and told her to go enjoy the party.Â
That next Monday morning you made sure to go to the transfiguration classroom, glad to find that skipping breakfast helped to see that nobody except for Professor McGonagall seemed to be in the room, of course, aside from that little snowy owl perched atop her desk, its wide eyes blinking slowly at you as you walked in.
You remember how Professor McGonagall looked up briefly, annoyed that a student was here before classes even started, but she did a double take when she noticed it was you, welcoming you by saying your last name with a little bit of surprise.Â
âHow may I help you?â Her eyes looked at you over her glasses, her hands lay flat on her desk, next to the quill she was just using.Â
âProfessor, I have a request to ask of you.âÂ
A part of you was glad that you were such a good student, one who never asked for much and gave everything you had towards the work you did, especially for her class. McGonagallâs thin bow raised slightly, her lips pursing together as you motioned for you to continue. You swallowed thickly, pulling out the thick pieces of parchment tied together, your contribution to her essay, as you laid it down on her table.Â
âI would like to change my partnersâŠif possible,â your voice was shaking, âI have my work all done here,â quickly going to show her the work that you had done, but her hand outstretched, her slender finger grasping yours as you halted your movements.Â
When you looked at her face, the only emotion you could trace, which was one you had never seen on the older woman, was genuine concern.
âHas Satoru doneâŠsomethingâ She tried to find the right words, but you insistently shook your head, trying to act as if nothing was wrong aside from you.
âNo, no,â you sputter out, âItâs me. Heâs done nothing wrong. I just,â you sigh, trying to calm down your heart, noting that the large clock outside had struck three times and that her first-year students would be filing in any minutes, âPlease, Iâd do the rest of the essay alone if necessary.â You know that you were pleading with her at this point, but you couldnât care.Â
McGonagall looked you over once, noting the bags under your eyes, the way you actively looked like you hadnât slept in days, and thought for a long second before she nodded, waving you along as other students started to come in.Â
âIâll take care of it,â she said, a promise, and you thanked her extensively, bidding her goodbye as you ran across school to make sure you didnât miss Lupinâs riveting defense against the dark arts lesson about warding off vampires.Â
And she stuck to her word.Â
That day you sat in your usual seat, in the back, but instead of Gojo sitting next to you was a disgruntled Charlie Reeve, his arms crossed like a petulant child, depressed to be split up with his friend despite not having any work done.Â
You saw his flash of white hair, stopping in confusion when he saw the Gryffindor in his seat, your eyes locking briefly as his nose flared.Â
âOh, Mister Gojo, I had to rearrange some partners,â Professor McGonagall called out, motioning him to come sit up front with Benny Thompson, âSome people thought itâd be better to leave this essay until it was absolutely necessary.â She cast the two Gryffindor boys a knowing look, not necessarily a lie, and deep inside you felt grateful that she was able to find something believable.Â
And so, with all of your tedious efforts to make sure that you never bumped into Gojo Satoru, you went weeks without really seeing him.Â
Of course, it was difficult, increasingly so as it seemed that he was everywhere you went. When you went to the library, he was there, at your usual table, either reading or working on homework, which meant that you had to weasel your way into the astronomy tower to do your work.
And then he began to go to the astronomy tower, youâd see him looking over the ledge, his hair flickering in the wind, his back thankfully to the stairs as you quietly made your way down, running away to find somewhere else.Â
Sometimes when you were lying in bed, trying to go to sleep, unwillingly, your mind traveled back to that night. And it seemed like all your hard work was in vain because despite trying to act as if he didnât exist, he was something that you could never forget.Â
Gojo acted indifferent, however, which both helped and stung a bit. Helped because you were glad he went back to forgetting that you existed, and though you wanted him to act as if he maybe had feelings for you, you knew he never would, and so you blended back into the background
But despite it all, you found that somehow October bled into the unforgiving winds of November, which slowly turned into the winter of December.Â
Your classes were wrapping up, and teachers no longer cared much seeing that they too were looking forward to the long-awaited and deserved break.
You found that with the workload that was slowly dying down (for you at least, seeing how you had finished up most of your exams, and all the essays and projects the professors had assigned to you months in advance were done, unlike some people who believed in the power of magic enough to leave it to the last week), you visited Hogsmeade more. It offered you some solace to take your mind off of everything.Â
The snow was beginning to set both on the ground and on top of all the roofs and signs, making the small village look like a wonderland youâd see inside a snow globe. A part of you couldnât stop the happy smile that made it on your face as you walked through the cobblestone streets, looking inside every shop as if you had the money to spend.Â
On one of the Saturdays, you were able to give yourself a rest from the work you had to finish before the break started. You bundled up, a silver and green scarf wrapped around your neck, your old mittens (passed down from your mother, of course), and your thickest knitted sweater, went out for Hogsmade.Â
Hogsmeade is usually busy during December, which you like, pretending that you were somewhere far away, perhaps a little village in France, as you gently make your way around the eager students ready to buy things for their families for the holidays.Â
After a couple of years of visiting this place, youâve picked up some key knowledge. Never go to Honeydukes before seven, otherwise, itâs entirely ransacked and they sometimes stock up on Saturdays at half past seven. Zonkoâs is only good once in a while, otherwise, itâs too overwhelming, and Gladrags Wizardwear had something marked off if they went unnoticed for too long.Â
And, perhaps the best part of your visits to Hogsmeade, you had a pass from McGonagall, which let you stay an extra two hours. While most students made their way back before their ten oâclock curfew at night, you were able to get special permission from Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape to stay till midnight.Â
You told them that you didnât do anything crazy and that the only reason why you longed to stay out late was really only for Saturdays because the three broomsticks sometimes brought in the wizarding jazz society, a group of witches and wizards who played live on their respective instruments. It was your favorite part of Hogsmeade, and after some negotiation, you were allowed out after ten.Â
But before then, you spent your time in the other shops, browsing for nothing in particular.Â
You found yourself admiring some of the intricately made quills outside a window that was on display. Surely expensive, but you simply looked at them, your face almost pressing up against the chilly glass to get a closer look.Â
There was a group of friends a couple of feet away from you, and you could hear the giggling now and then about something, but you didnât think itâd be best if you looked over to see what was going on, mind your own business.Â
You walked along, moving to the next shop window when you noticed that the giggling almost seemed to be following you.  Â
You felt yourself peeking over briefly, somehow not being shocked that it was some of the seventh-year Slytherins, the kids you had grown up with, looking over at you, the girls pointing to something near you as they laughed behind their hands.Â
Tough skin, you reminded yourself, trying to ignore it as you tried to look at the new cauldrons. At least, you wouldâve distracted yourself had you not heard a loud, almost animated rip.Â
You look down, but not quickly enough to see your bag tear open, some of your knuts fell out, along with your chapstick, your tissues, and some other miscellaneous things.Â
It didnât take a genius to glance over at the girls, to see one of them with their wands out as one of the other girls cackles, and while you were used to their antics, it didnât hurt any less.
You bent down, going on your knees, trying to find some of the things that had disappeared in the snow. One of the girls, Avery McKenna, who talked loud seemed to talk even louder, as if wanting to get your attention.Â
âSatoru! Satoru, look!â She spoke in a whisper which was louder than your normal speaking voice, and you looked from your lashes at the mention of his name.Â
And you saw him as one of the other girls shuffled around, tugging at his coat sleeves to direct his attention away from whatever shop window he was looking into as she pointed a finger at you on the ground. You quickly looked back down before you made eye contact with him, your fingers growing cold from the bite of the snow.Â
You didnât want to know what he looked like, what sort of smile would take over his face at the sight of you looking like this. You pick up your bag, putting it under your arms so that it wonât grow wet from the snow, inspecting the gash with a heavy heart, realizing that thereâs no way to mend it. It looks like a wolf had slashed its claws through the fabric, something that no needle and thread, or even a reparo charm could fix.
You shove the coins in your pockets, holding the rest in your gloved hands as you stand up, cheeks heating up in embarrassment as you feel their stares on you, the snow seeping in through your pants, causing you to shiver as you try to find a place you could into to get this sorted.Â
Thankfully, The Three Broomsticks was just up ahead, and so you tried to mute out all the people behind you as you turned your back, walking up the street as you heard the snow crunch under your shoes, sniffing from the cold as you walked into the familiar pub.Â
â-
The Three Broomsticks was a Hogsmeade staple.Â
Inside the pub was a roomy place, a fire always lit in the corner, the flames crackling almost all the shouts and yells and drunk laughter. Up on the stone walls were photographs of famous witches and wizards who had visited the pub, paintings of people long past that used to frequent it, and family members of those who owned it. It smelled of ale and peppermint, the atmosphere warm and welcoming, something that you always enjoyed.Â
It was usually full, so you count yourself lucky to find a little empty booth near the back.Â
You got some water seeing how the last knut you needed to buy a butterbeer got lost somewhere in all the snow, and laid out all of your things on the table, including your mauled-up bag.Â
You wipe at your eyes, careful that nobody sees the stray tears, and allow yourself to sit against the wooden booth, shutting your eyes for a second.Â
You count to ten, allow yourself to calm your breathing down, and crack your neck, moving it around to your left and right side. The sun was nearly starting to set and it was already five, so it was going to be a bit before their usual jazz band came. Although youâd been looking forward to it since last week, at this point you just wanted to go back, have some soup, and then sleep.Â
When you open your eyes you find yourself staring at the ceiling, breathing deeply through your nose as you look back down, a surprised gasp escaping your lips to find somebody sitting in front of you. Â
âI-â Gojo starts but youâve already started collecting all of your things off the table, your heartbeat skyrocketing as you shove whatever you can in your pockets, sitting up as you try to leave. Â
But heâs fast, sitting up from his seat, blocking you with his tall body as you feel your heart in your throat, pounding away rapidly as you try to look away from him.Â
Heâs here, heâs here, heâs here.Â
His hand is holding your elbow, heâs holding you, and he seems desperate, his eyes searching yours, begging you to just listen to him.Â
Why is he here? Why is he holding you?
âCan we talk?â His white brows are furrowed, his lips parted as his thumb rubs up and down on your skin, âPlease?âÂ
What does he want?Â
Youâre looking at him, really looking at him for the first time in months, and despite not seeing him face to face for a while, you can still notice the little changes. There are bags under his eyes, he seems worn down. His eyes, the ones that you often dreamed about, were swirling with unspoken emotions. His lips looked like they were chewed raw, much like yours.Â
But he still looks like he did that one night in October, the way he spoke your name as if it were the only thing he could say, his hair tousled by the December winds, and his cheeks flushed a rosy pink.Â
âI n-need toâŠâ you swallow thickly, your mouth running dry as your eyes dart around to not look at him, âI need to go.âÂ
But you donât, and he knows that you donât.
âYour waterâŠmiss,â the waitress suddenly comes around with your mug full to the brim with water, looking curiously at you and Gojo as she sets it down on the table, giving you a small smile as she walks away.Â
âPlease,â he says one more time, and his voice is heavy, piercing through your chest and into your mind, working like a devilâs snare as it wraps itself around you until you are entrapped by everything that is him.Â
You look at the door of the pub, noting that none of his friends are either there or outside, and you look at him once more.
You lick at your gnawed lips, letting out a defeated sigh as you give him a single nod, watching as his face breaks into a smile, his shoulders sagging from the release of tension as he helps you back into your seat and climbs into his own, across from you, and you set all your stuff back on the table.Â
His eyes follow your movements, look at your bag and the contents that used to be in it and he whips out his wand, going to cast a spell before you cut him off.Â
âReparo didnât work,â you mutter, fidgeting with your fingers as you awkwardly sink into your seat, watching him intently as if he had been a painting youâd been studying that suddenly came to life.Â
His eyes flicker to yours and he puts his wand away sheepishly.Â
âI didnât know that they were going to do that,â he finally says, breaking the silence.Â
You nod curtly, looking at your hands resting in your lap as you try to think of what to say. Of which emotion you should call upon to do the talking for you, which thing you had been itching to say to him ever since that night.Â
âItâs nothing they havenât before,â you finally say, looking up at him with a sad smile, watching as his chest rattles with an inhale. His fingers are interlocked with each other as they rest on the table, his green sweater resting snuggly on his muscular frame as he leans in, as if he were scared you were going to disappear.Â
He goes to open his mouth to speak, but you cut him off again.Â
âWhy do you care?âÂ
His mouth shuts, his blue eyes shimmering brightly in the light of the fireplace. He doesnât seem angry or annoyed, just shocked.Â
âWhat?âÂ
You breathe roughly out your nose, looking away briefly as you click your tongue against your teeth, your fingers gliding across the mug, the little water droplets that slid onto the table creating a ring around the cup. You twist and turn it around by the handle, deep in thought.Â
âWhy do you care so much? Why do you care about what happens to me?â You press, your head tilting to the side. You try to look fierce, trying to channel the anger, the pain, the hurt that youâve been feeling not only since October but since you first stepped foot through that castle.Â
His lips parted as if he were going to say something, but his head dipped, his fingers playing with that gold ring on his finger, the one of his family crest.Â
âIâŠâ Gojo canât seem to finish, canât seem to find the words. But thatâs fine because youâre finding them for him.Â
âIâll find a new purse and Iâll move along with my day because Iâm used to this Gojo,â your voice is slowly growing, âIâm used to your friends, to you and your pureblood hierarchy. So stop acting like youâre this hero that should get rewarded with whatever it is you want from me by talking to me o-or pitying me,â you ramble, your voice dripping with venom, your eyes stinging as you try to control yourself, âJust please stop acting like you care.âÂ
He doesnât say anything, his lips pressed together tightly, his jaw ticking. His eyes reflect a storming sea right now, one a sailor would never return from.
âThat night, when you kissed me,â your voice was loud enough to be a whisper, but he hears you, his breathing hitching as he most likely thinks back to that night, âWere you able to cross off another check mark on your list? Did you finally fulfill all the crazy things you wanted to accomplish?âÂ
âStop,â he seethes out through clenched teeth, his eyes daring you to continue.Â
Youâre glad that the pub is so busy and so loud to cover the two of you.Â
âDid I taste different than the pureblood girls? Than Alicent? Than Eliana?â You pushing him, pushing at his buttons because this has to be it, this has to be when he finally tells you that you were some bet that he made with his friends, that kissing you was worth some extra galleons to fill his pockets as he came back gallivanting to the other Slytherin purebloods.Â
His eye twitches, his breathing heavy as he murmurs another stop but you just shake your head, hoping that he doesnât see the gloss covering your eyes, the way your lips are trembling thinking of all the possibilities.Â
âYouâre mean, Gojo,â the words fall from your lips, heavy, pointed straight at him, and you can feel a tear drop down your chin, splattering on the table, right next to all the water droplets from your mug, âA-and you donât even realize it. Or maybe you do, I donât know,â you shrug, âThose weeks when we were working on that essay I sent an owl to my mum and she sent one back saying how happy she was that I finally had a friend.âÂ
Thereâs a beat of silence.Â
You canât stand to look at his face.Â
You helplessly wipe at your cheeks, looking away as you heaved in a shaky breath, nodding confidently for your own sake as you stood up.
âI need to go,â you mutter, your water sat untouched as you made your way around the people standing and talking, made your way out the door, and let your tears loose.Â
â
The break couldnât come by any faster.Â
You occupied your time and mind by doing everything possible.Â
You found a broom closet that was big and comfortable enough for you to do your work, and most days you found yourself there. You ate your meals alone, as always, and made sure that wherever Gojo was, you werenât.
One of the only things you could look forward to was when the holidays came and when everybody left. It meant that only a handful of Slytherinâs stayed and that meant that you could finally have some moments of quiet to yourself.Â
Hogwarts was a different kind of magical during Christmas time, and you tried to take time to appreciate the dozen trees, the floating candles that had red ribbons tied around them, the little snow clouds that sometimes followed you around, and the mistletoes that some of the fifth years thought would be funny to hang up around the castle.Â
And when the breaks finally came around, you watched as people bid each other farewell, their bags packed sufficiently enough for the two-week break as they made their way out of the school and to the train, waving at each other until they departed.Â
You watched from the stairs, knowing that you too could go home, but seeing that your mom picked up more shifts around the holidays, youâd just be spending these two weeks alone rather than surrounded by strangers, which you still preferred.Â
The professors seemed to be in a better mood around this time as well, and it helped with distracting you from all the other thousand thoughts that were running through your mind.Â
The Slytherin common room was always empty around this time of year. Seeing that most of the kids went to their families, it gave you some time to actually enjoy the amenities you usually miss out on during other times of the year.Â
The room itself was decorated with a large Christmas tree near the large, arching window that looked out into the black lake, and stockings on the fireplace of those students that were staying.Â
Despite Slytherin and their hatred for the color red, the room was a nice mix between the two clashing colors.Â
After dinner, on the first night with everyone gone, you made your way down to the dungeons, muttering out the password as the large doors swept open, allowing you inside.Â
Your first thought was to sit in front of the fireplace on one of the couches and catch up on reading, but seeing that there was almost nobody here you decided to go change into something more comfortable.Â
Making your way up the stairs that led to the girl's dormitories you noted that most of those who were staying were relays from years before, some fourth and sixth years, a couple of first years, and rounded the corner that led to your room.Â
Well, that wouldâve led to your room had it not been blocked.Â
âSorry!â You cry out in surprise, a little shocked, and then your shock melts away as you feel like banging your head against the stone wall when you see that it is none other than Gojo.Â
âI need to tell you someth-â
âThe train left!â You cry out, feeling like dragging him out by his hair.Â
âIâm aware-â
âThen why arenât you on it?â You push past him as you go to open your door, feeling him right behind you.Â
Youâre glad that all of your other roommates are gone because Gojo doesnât seem to be giving it much thought as he comes in as well.Â
Your arms are crossed as you look around, looking for something, anything, that you could use to ward him away. Heâs standing awkwardly at the doorway, wringing his fingers in a way that he never does.Â
Heâs wearing a loose sweater, gray in color, and it seems to make his eyes even more striking. There are still bags under his eyes, but his face seems a little more flushed as if he was slowly coming back from the dead. His white hair is tousled, and you note that he hasnât styled it in a while.Â
âIâve been thinking ever since the three broomsticks,â heâs talking and youâre pacing around the room, trying to act like you donât care that heâs here, âAnd I have some things I need to tell you.âÂ
Youâre rummaging around in one of your cupboards, but he knows what youâre doing, and he steps a little closer to you, shutting the door behind him as you glance up at him briefly, raising a brow.Â
He swallows, running a hand through his white strands as you turn your back to him, looking through your jewelry box as you begin to take off your earrings.Â
âI saw you, this summer.â
You stop.Â
Gojo continues.Â
âMy parents had some ministry work to do, and we went to the city. I was walking around one day, trying to figure out where I was supposed to go when I saw you,â Gojo sounded nearer, his voice more desperate, âI saw you through a window. You were working⊠I think. You had this apron on and you were walking around this little restaurant.âÂ
You swear you could hear your heartbeat.Â
âAnd you were smiling at something this guy said, and you just looked soâŠhappy,â he pauses, âAnd prettyâŠyou looked so pretty and I didnât know what to do because Iâve never felt this strange feeling in my chest whereâŠâÂ
Where everything just stops, then starts moving in tandem as if there had been a loose screw the entire time until now.Â
âAnd I think Iâve always felt this way, you know?â Heâs not stopping, and youâre scared that if you look at him youâre going to believe him, believe that heâs telling the truth and that this isnât some sort of dream youâre forcing yourself to see, âIn our fifth year, when you were telling the class about your happiest memory, you had this smile on your face. Or last year, when we were in potions and Nanami said a joke, youâd laugh and I just felt soâŠlost.âÂ
Heâs lying.Â
âN-no, no, youâre lying,â you croak out, moving past him as you keep your head down, going over to your bed as you sit at the end of it, needing something to sit down on because otherwise youâd collapse.
âIâm not,â Gojo pleads, his voice behind you, âAnd for so long I thought I was lying to myself because I didnât know what I was feeling,â he takes a few steps closer, standing at your bedpost, âIâd never felt this way about anyone. A-and youâre right, you are different. Youâre so different from anybody else and I love it.â
Youâre shaking your head, your back to him as you sniffle.Â
âI donât believe you,â you mutter, your arms wrapped around your middle as your head dips down, lashes wet with tears.Â
He doesnât say anything for a few seconds and you realize itâs because heâs moving to where youâre sitting, and you see him clearly as he crouches down on the ground, his hands moving to hold yours as he forces you to look at him.Â
Itâs such a strange sight seeing the Gojo Satoru, the Prince of Slytherin, the most stoic and composed person youâve ever met soâŠvulnerable in front of you.
âI know-âÂ
Youâre shaking your head at him, lips pouting together as you blink slowly, your nose scrunched up in frustration.Â
âYouâre lying-âÂ
âIâm not, Iâm begging you, please-âÂ
âYouâre lying, Gojo,â You say, your voice cracking as you feel your tears rolling down your, collecting on your chin before they splatter crudely on your bed sheets, âYou donât feel this way about me. Youâre either lying to me o-or to yourself becauseâŠâ you struggle to find the words, âBecause in no world would you feel this way about me.âÂ
His hands are warm, his thumb gentle as it rubs over your knuckles. And you donât notice it until he pulls them away to wipe at your tears, his fingers soft and slow against your skin as you hiccup.
âBut I do,â he whispers, his thumb cradling your cheek, âI do. Y-youâre so smart, and kind, and witty, and caring, and youâre so wonderfully you.â
This is too much.Â
âYou donât know anything about me,â you plead, wondering when he was going to give up the act and leave so you could be alone.Â
âYou only eat your eggs if thereâs a little bit of syrup on them,â Gojo says immediately, and your eyes shoot up to his, âYou put an extra flick on the dots of your iâs, you like McGonagall most out of all your other professors, you never change your necklace, you-âÂ
You push him by the shoulders, frustrated knowing that heâd never stop, changing the subject.
âIf you cared about me you wouldâve done something,â your voice isn't yours and you canât recognize it as it escapes your windpipes, âI mean, you only had three years. Y-you called me a mudblood, your friends never stopped when they were doing, you - you,â deep inside, your breath is lodged inside your lungs and you choke on it.Â
Gojo cradles your head, pulling you into his chest, and for some reason you let him. You melt into his warmth, into the way he holds you as if you were the thinnest piece of glass, and you canât remember the last time somebody held you like this.
His hand rubs up and down your back, and you feel your tears and snot wet his sweater, but he doesnât seem to care.Â
âI did,â his own voice shakes, âI did, and IâŠâ he swallows his bile, âI wish I could go back and take it back, take all of it back. If I could trade everything I have to turn back time and change the past, I would. Iâll spend my life making it up if youâd let me. You have no idea what I would doâŠâ for you.
You pull away from him, and he lets you.Â
âYouâre all Iâve ever been able to think about this past year. And especially ever since that night, I couldnât get you out of my mind,â his hands go up to hold your face, tracing your features with the most delicate touch, âYour eyes, your nose,â his finger glides down the slope of it, âYour lips, your skin, your hands.âÂ
âBut,â your hands go up to his wrists, pulling them down and he lets you rest them on your lap, hanging off your every word as if you were religion, watching you preach as he remembers every word, every syllable, every tone and inflection you have as gospel, âIâm a muggle-born,â you laugh wetly and painfully, âAnd you hate muggle-borns.â
And for once you see him break into a small and melancholy smile that's full of years of longing, of confusion, of wanting, and his white strands fall on his face. Unconsciously you move them out of the way so that you could see his eyes.Â
âMy parents hate muggle-borns, and Iâm their only son,â your eyes drop to that gold ring, and he notices, âI believed them, and for so long I felt so confused because you werenât like anything they described,â his lips quivered, âI donât hate muggle-borns, and I donât hate you,â he raised your hands to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to them, âI could never hate you.â
You inhale shakily, your heart thumping in a strange, new rhythm.Â
âWhat about the others?â You ask shakily, âYour friends, your parents, everybody else?âÂ
He shrugs, looking indifferent as he plays with your fingers.Â
âIâll get new friends,â he shoots you a small smile, âAnd I can just buy new parents.âÂ
You snort, rolling your eyes at his antics, and he brightens up seeing your change in demeanor.Â
âYouâŠlikeâŠme?â You ask finally.Â
He lets out a little bit of air in a disbelieving chuckle.Â
âI like you more than the air I need to breathe,â he kisses your knuckles again and you snort, rolling your eyes as you wipe at the corners of them.Â
âThen how have you been breathing all this time without me?â You ask a bit teasingly, wondering how you never noticed that his eyes have little specks of green in them, or how the blush on his cheeks sometimes traveled up to his forehead.Â
âHorribly,â he says and you give him a small laugh, âBut it feels like I just took my first breath after eighteen years.âÂ
â
After that, Gojo could not be separated from your side.Â
He sat next to you during all of your meals, throwing nasty jinxes at anybody who looked at the two of you weirdly. Sure, people couldnât stop talking, but after the first three people who left with a red ink-looking stain on their face, they learned to keep their whispers low.Â
When the two of you were in the common rooms he laid next to you as you read, or vice versa, pulling you into his chest as he told you stories from his childhood.Â
And of course, it took you a while to warm up to him, but slowly and surely you felt at ease around him, feeling like you could be as true to yourself without any fear of repercussions because he loved you wholly, and he had no cares about anything else.Â
âWhatâs that youâre reading?â Heâd say sometimes, looking over your shoulders to scan whatever book it was that you were reading. Thankfully you still had a couple of days till Christmas, and another week of break after that, so the common room was empty, spare for a few stragglers.Â
The fireplace crackled in the background, the smell of cinnamon and cloves heavy in the air.Â
âVoyages with Vampire,â you reply, turning the page as you hear him groan next to you.Â
âLockhart? The fraud?â
You giggle, shoving him a little bit, eyes never leaving the page as you try not to lose your spot.Â
âYeah, but his books are interesting.âÂ
And Gojo didnât care too much, because as you got to read your book he got to be with you, which was all heâs ever wanted since he was fourteen.Â
Other days heâd take you to Hogsmeade, his hand holding onto yours, letting you steer him into the different shops you wanted to look at, a content smile on his face. He loved the way you looked, bundled up in your scarves and sweaters, and he loved that it was mainly just the two of you, seeing that Hogsmeade was unusually empty with everybody gone.Â
And sometimes heâd squeeze your hands a couple of times just to let you know that he was there, and youâd squeeze back twice, looking behind your shoulder so that you wouldnât miss his boyish grin.Â
He mentally noted all the things you picked up, asking if you wanted it, but when you saw that he was beginning to pull out his wallet you shook your head sheepishly, putting it back as you began looking at other things.Â
âLet me just get this-âÂ
âNo!â you cried out, embarrassed as you moved away from whatever shelf it was, hearing him let out a sigh of frustration, laughing at his childish antics.Â
âBut I can just-âÂ
âNo, Gojo,â youâd tell him, your voice a little sterner, âI donât like you because you have money. Too much of it, might I add.âÂ
And heâd pout, his arms circling your waist as he petulantly stays in place, resting his chin on your shoulder so that you canât move.Â
âBut I just so coincidentally seem to have it,â he pressed a kiss to the side of your head as you tried to look at something else, trying to act like you didnât turn to jelly in his hands, âWhy wonât you take it?â
You giggled, angling your head to look back at him.Â
âBecause I donât need a bursting raspberry delight,â you chided him and heâd groan, pulling you even closer to his chest as he outstretched one of his long arms, picking up something in front of you, inspecting it as he showed it to you, putting it back as you shook your head, âAnd I donât need cockroach clusters.âÂ
And you smiled, feeling happy, genuinely happy as you continued to look around the store with Gojo latched onto you. You felt normal for once, felt the way youâve been wanting to feel ever since you were eleven.
â
The days passed by and you found yourself back in the common rooms the night before Christmas, sitting on the couches, facing Gojo as you listened to him talk about all the things heâd been wanting to tell you.
The days passed by and you found yourself back in the common rooms with Gojo the night before Christmas, letting him play with your hair as you leaned up against him on the couch, reading another book.Â
âDid I ever tell you how Benny Thompson didnât know what an animagus was?â Gojo says randomly and you gasp, looking over your shoulder as he nods as you lay your book down on your chest.Â
âYouâre lying,â you say and he shakes his head, twisting and turning that ring on his hand the way he usually does when he likes to fidget.Â
âAnd he asked me if the books in the library had all been written in the actual library,â he continues and you let out a loud, shocked laugh, holding your hand over your mouth in disbelief.Â
You put your book on the table so that you could move up closer to him so that you wouldnât have to crane your neck so much.Â
âWell, to be fair, I think he was just a bit disgruntled to be moved away from his partner in crime,â you move some of the hair out of his face as helmets you sit on his lap, his hands resting comfortably on your waist as you lean in to whisper, âSeeing how I saw them hooking up in one of the broom closets.âÂ
Gojoâs lips part, eyes wide in shock as you nod slowly, a smug grin on your face.
âMakes sense,â he finally muttered and you snorted, thinking back to how the two boys literally couldnât be away from each other for too long before they made a fuss about it.Â
Most of the other students had gone up to their beds, excited for the early morning theyâd be having with presents and such, but you liked staying up this night, liked watching as the presents slowly appeared under the tree.
His mouth opened in a small yawn and you moved slightly, feeling guilty for keeping him up so long.Â
âDo you âwanna sleep?â You offered, twirling some of his white strands around your fingers as his eyes traced over your features.Â
His hands moved up and down your back, holding you close to his body.Â
âBut the presents?â Gojo started, looking at the big Christmas tree near the fireplace as you giggled, noting how he was trying his best to control the yawns that were threatening to spill from his lips.Â
âIâll just look at them tomorrow,â you promise with a giggle, swinging your legs off from him as you stand, stretching your arms above your head as you let out a tired yawn of your own, rubbing at your eyes as you bookmark the page you were at, watching as he stands up, doing a little stretch of his own.
He slings an arm around your shoulders, pulling you to him as he presses a kiss against your forehead, letting you lead the way back to the dormitories.Â
âPromise to wake up early tomorrow?â You say, looking at him with a raised brow, watching as he crosses his hands across his heart.Â
âSwear on it,â he assures you with a little cheeky grin, his shoulder playfully knocking yours as you snort.Â
The two of you walked in comfortable silence, your eyes taking in all the festive decorations, not noticing how he couldnât stop looking at you. The girl's dormitories were on the left, and down the hall, youâd find the boys, which meant that you were the first to depart as you neared the top of the stairs.Â
You move to stand in front of your door, your book in your hands as you stare up at him, noticing the pink flush that never seemed to leave, all over his cheeks. He looked so pretty like this.Â
âThis is me,â you say jokingly and he chuckles softly, his hands back on your waist as you feel him press a gentle kiss to your forehead. He never pressured you to kiss him back, always leaving small yet thoughtful pecks either on the crown of your head or on your face, wherever heâd find that you didnât squeal as he tried to kiss.
He says your name quietly, looking down at you as you meet him in the middle.Â
âMerry Christmas Satoru,â you whisper, and you see the wide, boyish smile that breaks across his face when you say his name, loving it only when he hears it from your lips.Â
âMerry Christmas sweetheart,â his voice quieter than usual, kinder, and in a lovesick way that not even amortentia could replicate.
You look up for a brief second when you sense something is off, and you giggle at the little green and white plant that is forming above your head.
âMistletoe,â you mutter.Â
âHm?â He sounds confused until he looks up when he sees it growing, itâs green leaves and little white flowering buds, looking back down at you.Â
And again, just like that night in October, you donât know which one of you it was that moved closer to bridge the gap, but either way, only seconds later did you feel him press his lips against yours, and you were gone.
He was gentler than the last time as if he was savoring your lips, your taste, the way you moved against him. Gojo wrapped an arm around you, tugging you to him, his other hand fumbling with the door handle as the two of you tumbled inside, his foot raising to kick it shut as you tangled your fingers in his hair.Â
âS-satoru,â you whine, needing more of him, needing him in a way youâve never felt, your eyes fluttering shot when he bites at your lips, his tongue prodding past your lips as you let him, your stomach fluttering delightfully, âMore, need more,â
His eyes flicked open for a second, ensuring you were okay, and he grinned.Â
His lips resumed their movements, sucking and yours, teeth nipping as your face became of a mess of spit, moaning slightly as he nudged your jaw up with his nose, your head tilting backward as you gave him more room on your neck.Â
Mindlessly you reach for your wand in your back pocket, waving it near the direction of your door as you lock it and cast a muffliato charm, something you would thank yourself for greatly later.
Gojo was relentless as he pressed kisses and sucked harshly on your skin, needing to mark up what was his, needing people to see that you were his, and you could only whine as he left dark marks on your skin, soothing them with little pecks as he moved down.Â
His scent was all-consuming, the way he held you made you go dizzy, and if only you knew that what you felt, he felt ten-fold more. Gojo was so crazy about you, that if you told him to jump from his broomstick heâd gladly do it.
âIs this,â he sighs, trying to catch some air, âThis okay? Do you want me to stop?âÂ
And you quickly shake your head, muttering out no, no, as he chuckled darkly, moving your (his) sweater away from your shoulders so he could kiss down there too.Â
Your hands, which had been wrapped around his neck, fell to his chest, pushing at his sweater as you wanted to paw at the skin, wanting to feel more of him, and you heard his breathing stutter, his lips pausing momentarily at the feeling of your hands on him.Â
He says your name like a mantra like heâs been waiting his entire life to say it, and you catch his eyes once again like heâs asking for permission to continue, and you nod, smiling up at him as you let him.
Your fingers grasp at the hem of his sweater, tugging it upwards so that you could see his skin beneath, the muscles sitting nicely, a glimpse you sometimes saw when he was moving around too much, and your heart stumbled.Â
He helped you, tugging it upwards and over his head as he discarded it somewhere on the floor, and for once you feel the air get knocked from your lungs.Â
Heâs built. Long, muscular shoulders, soft skin that shouldnât be as daunting as it looked right now, but he wasnât even focused on that, his nimble fingers running across your waist where your sweater had hitched upwards, and you just know that you need more of this.Â
Youâre not even thinking as you shed it off of you, joining him on the floor, and his eyes widen, swallowing thick as he sees what he only thought heâd be able to see in the back of his mind as he dreamed.Â
You were stunning, and suddenly he thought back to the statues he saw in Italy when he traveled there as a child. He thought back to how those ladies looked, and how the sculptors must be twisting and turning in their graves when they couldâve had you as their muse.Â
âStopp,â you whine, embarrassed, your hands going up to cover your naked skin, but he gently pushes them down, kissing your collarbone, the skin above your breasts which were still hidden with your bra as he shakes his head.Â
âYouâre beautiful,â he mutters, the words escaping him as if his mind is working faster than any other part of his body, âSo beautiful.âÂ
He dips his head back down to kiss you, and a surprised sound escapes your lips, but you welcome it nonetheless, feeling entranced by him, by the fervor in his movements, as if he wouldnât survive without this.
His hands worship you, slow and careful as they run against your naked skin walking you back so that your knees hit the back of your bed.Â
âYouâre pretty good-looking too,â you try for a joke but it falls short from your lips because itâs true. Youâd read stories of Aphrodite and Persephone fighting over Adonis just because he was the most gorgeous man they met, and you were worried that if the gods were real youâd have to hide him away forever.Â
He hums in the back of his throat, as if he didnât believe you, and gingerly laid you down on your bed, his massive body looming over you as you smile, a gleeful smile on your face as you try to make sense of what your life was.Â
âWhatâs so funny?â Gojo teased, pressing little butterfly kisses on your cheek, the tip of your nose, your chin, and you couldnât stop smiling, feeling ticklish when he kissed your neck again, a light giggle falling from your lips that made his ears turn pink.Â
âNothing,â you said breathlessly, squealing when he bit the skin in the middle of your tits, swatting at his head as he grinned, pressing a soothing kiss to the spot.Â
âNo, it has to be something,â he argues, kissing down the valley of your breasts, down your stomach, never breaking eye contact with you as you swallow thickly, no longer laughing as you feel a heat growing in your stomach, âIs it funny when I kiss here?â He presses a kiss above your navel, âOr here?â Heâs reaching the top of your jeans, pulling them down slightly to kiss your hip bone, âOr maybe here?âÂ
And you shake your head, want and desire in your eyes and he chuckles darkly, slowly unbuttoning your jeans as he slides them down your legs, his heart sputtering in his chest when he comes back up to see you all sprawled out for him.Â
You feel self-conscious about your choice of undergarments, both old and nearly falling apart at the seams, not matching in any sense of the word, but Gojo doesnât seem to care. He looks at you as if youâre a painting thatâs suddenly come to life, and he doesnât know how to handle that.Â
You reach behind yourself to work at the old clasp of your bra, sliding it down your arms as you lie back down, looking sheepishly at him as you realize youâre far more exposed at the moment than he is.Â
But Gojo seems to have gone to another world, not moving from where he was as his eyes donât leave from your chest.Â
âDonât look at me like that!â You shout, trying to cover up your bare chest with your hands but he gently tugs your wrists away, his blue eyes wavering as he groans, getting closer to you before he glances up.
âDonât hide from me then,â heâs pleading, beginning, âPlease.âÂ
And you canât, because the way he presses gentle kisses to your bare breasts is unlike anything youâve felt before. Youâre breathing hitches, and your head falls back to your pillows as his mouth closes over on your nipples, a moan ripping from your throat.Â
âOh,â you say, breathing shakily through your nose as his other hand goes to your other tit, his thumb flicking over your nipple as you feel yourself grow wetter down there, terrified that thereâs going to be a pool when he looks.Â
He sucks, bites, marking up this territory that only heâs going to see, his pink lips switching to your other one as you whine out loud, feeling lightheaded as he presses three kisses to your hard nipple, worshiping you like you were his deity.Â
âYouâre going to be the death of me,â he says with a mouthful of tit, pulling up from your chest as he kisses you briefly, kissing down your body one more time before he settles in between your legs, âAnd no man has been more willing to die than me.âÂ
You whine when his hot kisses trail up from your calf to your knees, wet as they glisten in the candlelight as if he was making his path visible up to where you were burning, needing for him to meet you.Â
âYou talk a l-lot,â youâre trying to sound steady but you canât when heâs looking at you like that, but he just kisses the inside of your thigh for a second long, his nose nudging at your clothed cunt as you whine.Â
Youâve only heard about the other girls talking about sex, feeling embarrassed as they acted out what the other guys did with them. They talked about how they threw them around on the bed or how they pushed their heads down into the pillows but they never mentioned anything about this.
âYouâre right,â he murmurs, âI should stop.âÂ
And he doesnât give you any warning as he presses a kiss to your clit through your underwear, your little gasp of surprise going straight to his dick. He hitches your legs on his shoulders, looping a finger around the waistband of your panties as he slides them down, a deep, guttural groan almost punched from his lungs at the sight of your glistening cunt.Â
Fuck, he thought to himself, you actually were going to be the death of him with the way he still canât properly breathe around you.Â
âPerfect,â Gojo whispers, his head dipping down, âYouâre perfect.âÂ
And before you can chide him again, he dives down, his tongue licking and sucking at your pussy lips, your back arching off of the bed as your fingers grasp onto his head for support, unknowingly pushing him even further into you.Â
Heâs fast, tasting you as he groans again, your saccharine essence bursting against his tongue, and he canât control himself. Itâs so messy and wet, and you can see your juice shining on his chin when you glance down briefly to look at him.Â
âO-oh,â you stutter when he pushes a slender finger inside your walls, clenching down on him as his lips find your clit, suctioning at it as you whine for him to go fast, âOh god,âÂ
He smiles against you, his finger slowly moving in and out, his lips kissing your clit, feeling the way you grew tight around him and didnât stop.Â
When he added his middle finger you felt like you were going to die, not knowing how youâd be able to handle all of him if this was just you losing yourself on his fingers, but you couldnât find it in yourself to care right now.Â
His fingers are long and reach deep within you, something youâve never felt before, but knowing that youâd surely die without it if he stopped.
âS-Satoru,â youâre mewling, and he thinks he could just cum with the way youâre saying his name, âDonât stop, please, f-faster.âÂ
And he kisses your cunt to tell you that he hears you, his fingers positioning in and out of you, his tongue alternating from where his fingers were to going back up to your little bud, your eyes screwed shut as you feel that rope grow tighter and tighter in your stomach.Â
His unoccupied hand travels up your stomach to toy with your breasts, flicking your nipples back and forth, the added sensation along with everything else causing you to nearly lose whatever sanity it was that you had left.Â
Your toes curled, your fingers gripping onto his white strands even tighter, feeling bad for how hard you were pulling at him, but he urged you, loving that sting.Â
âHow do you feel?â He takes a break, his voice a little muffled, his fingers not stopping as you whine helplessly, âEverything okay?âÂ
And you can tell heâs just teasing you because when you push his head back down he goes willingly, acting as if you were his last meal on this earth and he just couldnât wait for the sweet release of death.Â
âGood,â you moan, âS-so good,â and your voice is egging him on, making him go faster and faster, your toes curling as he switches between his fingers and his mouth, doing something heavenly that you never knew you could experience.Â
Youâre growing tighter around him, your chest heaving as you feel something strange, unlike anything youâve ever felt before, coming.Â
âW-wait, âToru, IâŠâ and you canât stop it, your eyes going white as he doesnât stop either, his fingers pistoning in and out of you with no remorse, âI donât knowâŠfuckâŠcoming, IâŠâ and youâre just babbling mindlessly now, your back almost off of the bed as something snaps and youâre gushing around his fingers.Â
Itâs euphoric, the feeling. You canât breathe but somehow you can breathe better than you have in your life, your walls clenched around him like a vice, your thighs shaking as you cum around his fingers.Â
You wailed out a hopeless moan, your hands covering your mouth as if that could silence you, fat tears dotting your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure you were feeling and you were trying to fill your lungs back up with air as his mouth never stopped sucking at your clit until he was sure your climax was over.
When you finally calmed down and sank back onto the bed, Gojo sat up from between your thighs, his hair messy, chin and lips soaked with his spit and your release, his eyes a bright cerulean blue.Â
You watched as he stuck his fingers in his mouth, cleaning you off of him, moaning like a whore at the sight. He dipped back down, kissing you feverishly, letting you kiss yourself on him as you whine, feeling like a different person entirely.Â
When he pulls away thereâs a line of spit connecting your lips, and heâs never looked happier.
âAre you feeling good?â Heâs rubbing soothing circles on your hips, âWant to stop?âÂ
You groan, swatting at his shoulders.Â
âYouâre too attentive,â you say, and he snorts, kissing in between your brows as he pecks your lips one last time, reaching down to unbutton his pants, and throw them somewhere along with the rest of your clothes.Â
You watch in a love-sick haze as he tugs at his boxers, his fingers quick as he discards them too, and suddenly, the two of you are bare before each other.Â
He is Adonis, you finally decide when you get to get a full look at him, thereâs no question.Â
His legs are just as toned as the rest of him, his thighs huge with pure muscle, something necessary to be quidditch captain as well as one of the best seekers Hogwarts has ever seen. The v-line that leads down to hisâŠoh god.Â
Heâs huge, and while you havenât been with any other guy, you can tell that heâs big. His dick sits hard and angry against his stomach, his pretty pink tip leaking with pre, curving slightly. Your mouth waters at the veins that start at his base, his white hairs trimmed, and go upwards.Â
How would he fit in you?Â
âDonât worry,â Gojo assures you, as if reading your mind, âIâll go slow. Tell me at any point if it hurts, okay?âÂ
And you nod, your mouth watering as he climbs atop of you, his hand near your head as he presses one final kiss to your hairline, wrapping your leg around his waist as his other hand goes down to finger his dick, plunging two fingers into your wet pussy, lubricating it in your wetness as he looks down at where the two of you met.Â
âReady?â He asks, and you can only whine, murmuring out a needy yes as he chuckles, your legs spreading open to accommodate him, and he lines his tip up with your entrance.Â
You feel like the air that you had so tirelessly gulped back seconds ago was punched out of you at the feeling, and he stays true to his words, going as slow as humanly possible so that you could get used to his length.Â
He pushes past you gently and carefully, your walls clenching around him, memorizing every vein he has, the curve of his dick, and you watch as his hips press into yours, the way his abs tense as he tries to go slow.Â
It stings, but in the most delicious way possible. Your eyes dot with tears, but you need him to move, not knowing why he was taking so long.
Gojo balances himself above you, and you grow wetter and wetter the more he sinks into your warmth, your legs circling his waist to pull him in even closer, your arms tangling around his shoulder, into the hairs at his nape.Â
âMore,â you whisper, needing him unlike anything youâve needed before, âM-more, âToru, please,âÂ
His eyes look at you with slight apprehension.Â
âAre you s-âÂ
âYes,â you cut him off, your legs tightening around him as he groans, his dick pressing more into you, sinking into you completely until all of him was sheathed inside your cunt.Â
You could feel him in your stomach with the way he was pressing up into you, feel the outline of his dick against your skin, and his head dipped down so that you couldnât see his face anymore, his breathing stuttering as he tried to regain his composure, trying his best to not pull out and slam back into you.Â
Gojo gives you a couple of seconds to grow used to him and tries to be as much of a gentleman as he can be, but with every other tick of that clock on the wall he thinks heâs going to go inside, not recognizing himself anymore.Â
Your chest heaves, and you nod.Â
ââM ready,â you say finally, and his head draws back up to you, his brows furrowed together, trying to make sure that you werenât just saying that for his sake, but you nod again, âIâm ready.âÂ
And god, he feels like heâs finally seen the light as he pulls out of you, nearly all of his dick from your snug cunt, your juices shining in the light, and he pushes himself back in, groaning out from deep inside his chest as you clench around him.Â
He does it again, and again, and again, and before you know it heâs slamming his hips into yours.Â
âShit,â he moans, his voice deeper and lower in pitch, âF-fuck, youâre so tight, you haveâta,â he lets out whine when you clench around him, âYou have to relax, please sweetheart, youâre killing me.â
His hands are leaving bruises on your hips from how hard heâs holding onto you, your moans mixing with his as your ankles dig deep into his back, your back arching so much that your tits were pressed up against his chest, gleaming with sweat.Â
âMhh, âToru, oh my g-god,â you canât even recognize your own voice, âS-so good, sâbig âToru,â
You watch as he drops a hand in between your two bodies, his fingers rubbing at your clit as your mouth opens in a silent scream, sweat dotting at your forehead as you bit your lip to keep in your debaucherous moans.Â
He bites down on your shoulder, leaving yet another mark, his nose inhaling at the last remnants of your perfume, making sure heâd never forget a single thing about tonight.Â
His fingers along with his dick are driving you to ruin, and you feel that same coil coming back, being pulled taunt deep within you far quicker than the first time. Heâs relentless against your clit, kissing your tits gently as you cry out.Â
âShit, IâŠâ you can barely breathe, his own groans and moans filling up the room, âI canât, I feel likeâŠ!âÂ
âI know, I know,â he says, knowing what youâre meaning, what youâre feeling, because heâs not too far from his own release either, âCome on, let go, Iâve got you,â he muttered against your glistening skin, edging you on even more.
Your fingers tangle in his white strands once again, pulling him closer to you as your lips lock with his, the kiss messy and not even coherent but you donât care because as his tongue mingles with yours, his hips never stopping and his fingers picking up pace, you moan out loud, lewd and wanting into his mouth as you come.Â
This time is even more intense than the last time, and you canât stop clenching around him, your cum coating his dick, making it even more wet as you spasm around him, your eyes seeing stars, feeling a loud thumping in your head and chest.Â
It doesnât help that he doesnât stop either, your orgasm lasting even longer as he chases his own high, his head thrown back in an instant as he pulls out to finish on you, white spurts coating your heaving chest, painting you like his own portrait.Â
âFuck,â he sighs out, his white lashes fluttering against his cheeks as he looks at you, underneath him, covered in his cum, and feels something primal surge in his chest at the sight, like youâre his god and heâs finally in heaven.
Even after he pulls out you feel yourself pulsing around nothing, already missing him as you whine absentmindedly at the loss.
When you finally calm down, you crack your eyes open to see him sitting on his haunches, pushing back his sweat soaked hair away from his face as he shoots you own of his wide grins, your own face breaking into a smile as you throw and arm across face.Â
You feel the bed dip, and peek out to see him walking away.Â
âWhereâŠ?â You croak out, your voice hoarse, and he throws you a wink from over his shoulders, finding a clean towel in your little bin that you keep at the end of the room for when you and the rest of the girls need to shower.
He brings it over to you, grabbing his wand, casting a small aguamenti charm on it, only to get it slightly wet, as he comes back to where you were lying.Â
You silently watch as he gingerly drags it across your body, cleaning you up between your legs, wincing at the way you inhaled sharply, still feeling raw, and kissing your stomach in an apologetic manner. He then dragged it across your chest, making sure he got everything, throwing the towel in the dirty bin as he climbed up to bed with you.Â
âThirsty?â He asks, and you nod meekly, graciously accepting the cup that he fills with the pitcher near your bed stand, gulping it all down as some of the water droplets fall on your chest, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand as you set it to the side, falling back in your bedÂ
The bed isnât really meant for two people, especially one with his size, so you have to cuddle close together, but you donât mind the way he pulls you closer to his chest, pulling the blanket above so that it rests on your naked body.Â
âGood?â He asks simply, and you nod again, craning your neck to look up at him as you smile gleefully.Â
âGood.âÂ
â
That morning, you were the first to wake.Â
You blink slowly, sitting up, wiping at your eyes as your mouth opens in a loud yawn.Â
You look over to Gojo next to you, his hands still strewn across your waist, his lips parting slightly as he sleeps gently.Â
You donât want to wake him up, not used to seeing him so at ease, but you remember that itâs Christmas morning, falling back down to your mattress as your fingers tap on his bicep, watching as he cracks one blue eye open.Â
âHmm?â He hums tiredly, annoyed that you had moved away from him, pulling you back to the furnace that was his chest.Â
âYou promised youâd wake up,â you say with a whine, giggling when his eyes snap open, never wanting to break a promise he makes to you, sitting up suddenly as he looks around the empty room.Â
âIâm kidding,â you tease, âI donât usually get much, come back to sleep.âÂ
Gojo yawns, rubbing his hands across his face, and gives you a knowing look. Your brows furrow together in confusion, tilting your head to the side.Â
âWhat?â You ask, sitting up next to him as his thumb traces against your knuckles.Â
âNothing,â he kisses your forehead, your nose, your cheeks and then finally your lips, âItâs just that I think that the majority of presents under that tree are for you,â Gojo says with a grin, watching with a smile as your face breaks into the cutest grin, your eyes bright as you tug on his fingers.Â
âReally?â youâre already getting out of bed, the smile on your face never ending as you tug on your jeans from the floor, âReally?âÂ
âReally,â he says, handing you your sweater as you pull that on mindlessly, your movements fast and hurried, excited for Christmas morning for the first time since you were a kid.Â
âOh, and,â he holds onto your wrist, stopping you momentarily as you try to pull on a sock over your feet, âI have something I wanted to give youâŠin private.âÂ
Your eyes squint together, trying to see if he was going to say a dirty joke or if he was actually serious.Â
When he releases your wrist, he unfolds your hands, taking your ring finger as he slides a ring across it, something that he mustâve had hidden in his hand for a good second because you never saw him get anything.Â
âWhatâŠ?â You turn your hand around, only to see his gold ring, embellished with his family crest, shining back at you.Â
ââToru, IâŠâ You were shaking your head, going to take it off, but he stops you, his blue eyes shimmering a light sky color, creasing upwards as he gives you one of the smiles that he only reserves for you.Â
âItâs yours,â he says, closing your fingers into a fist as he brings it up to his lips, kissing it softly, âAnd besides, itâs just a placeholder.âÂ
You let out a disbelieving chuckle, looking at the ring once again as you glance up at him.Â
âPlaceholder for what?âÂ
Gojo gives you another knowing look, as if you should know the answer to this question.Â
âYouâll see,â he promises, and you laugh, helping him put on his own clothes, messing with his hair, pushing it back so that it wouldnât be so messy.Â
âYou want to be my husband?â You say teasingly, walking to the door as you cast him a glance, âBecause you should know that I need to get a stable job and house and everything before I even think of marrying. Are you sure youâll want to wait that long? After all that time?âÂ
He pulls you in for a hug, kissing the crown of your head.Â
âEven after all that time,â he murmurs against your hair, âAlways.â
taglist: @satorusemepls, @mokonasenpaiposts, @kao-ri, @rinxgojo, @notsochillnerd, @astral-hydromancy, @holylonelyponyeatingmacaron, @tedbunny333, @13-09-01, @mynameislove1, @hyunsuks-beanie, @uziwork, @haychhans, @cccccccccccleo, @sweetteez, @mxdwomann, @sorcerersseestars, @tiramusuc0ffee, @sourairi, @luringfantasy, @gojoswife69420, @empathum, @luna-v-roiya, @r0ckst4rjk, @hyori2, @kaisenkalogathia, @kraytjustkrayt, @nobayashi-blog
#liluâs reccs#gojo x reader#gojo x you#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#gojo satoru x reader#satoru x reader
2K notes
·
View notes
Text
â All this time, Alhaitham stayed himself. His unfazed individuality moved through life to the metronome of his own heart. Like a firm apple tree whose roots held the ground below him together. The fruits of his labor dropping down to satiate a heart hungry for encouragement.
(âŠ)
And what have you given in return?â
âWhen did the whispers of a green-eyed monster turn you into that selfish child from the storybook?â
I adore the references and little intricacies in Vivaâs writing!! Definitely one of the best angst to comfort stories Iâve ever read.
Midnight Piano Interlude in D Minor, Op. 1
Summary: Growing pains donât go away the moment you reach adulthood, instead it goes by a different name: Regret.Â
Word Count: 17.9k ( I have a problem, no I cannot fix it)
Tags: Alhaitham x Fem!Reader, Pianist!Reader, Aspiring musician!Reader, Slow burn, Slow fic (look at the word count), Heavy Angst, Smut(r18+), NSFW, MDNI, Modern AU, Childhood Friends AU, Childhood friends to lovers, friends with benefits to lovers, a lot of memories from the past, Fluff, Second chance romance, TW: Character death (Alhaithamâs grandma), TW: Themes about regret and low self-confidence, Heavy adult themes, gifted kid burn-out, toxic family, unhappy childhood, unhealthy relationship dynamics, unhealthy coping mechanisms, Service top! Alhaitham, mutual pining? kinda, unrequited love? sorta, slightly obsessive!Alhaitham, Soft!Alhaitham, Alhaitham is not faultless his current views have been formed through trial and painful error.Â
Authors Note: This is very experimental. I almost didnât want to post it, but I just believe even the most stoic person isnât without their past mistakes and regrets. Alhaitham doesnât understand most forms of art⊠but he does value music. Enjoy.Â
Keep reading
#liluâs reccs#alhaitham x reader#al haitham x you#genshin impact x reader#genshin x reader#al-haitham x you
3K notes
·
View notes
Text
Extreme shoujo vibes!! I live for Andyâs shouto.
if i could keep cool | masterlist
pairing: Todoroki Shouto / Reader
status: complete
length: 20,322 words
summary: A villain attacks Shouto Todorokiâs apartment and kidnaps what he apparently believes to be Todorokiâs secret lover. The bad newsâfor both you and the villain in questionâis that youâre just there to clean the place. Thatâs how it starts.
tags/warnings: romance, reader-insert, accidental sugar daddy shouto, misunderstandings, aged up characters, eventual smut
notes: Now with an absolutely perfect cover by the love of my life @ofmermaidstoriesâ!!
chapter links:
one
two
three
four
five
six
deleted scenes: (requests for short drabbles related to the fic)
What was chapter 2 like from Shoutoâs point of view?
How does Shouto react to the reader cooking him vegetables?
*SPOILER* How did Shoutoâs mission go, and was his mind on the reader?
*SPOILER* What was it like when Shouto discovered readerâs twitter for the first time?
*SPOILER* How did Shouto prepare for the veggie date?
cross posted on ao3: here
1K notes
·
View notes
Text
Trying to fill the void after November 27th
Not So Serious
The D.D.D. in your hand quickly buzzed, startling you for only a millisecond before you smiled. Right on time, you thought. He always called the same time every night, and on the off chance he was at home for once, heâd always have something planned to take its place.Â
You decided to make him wait for three rings, wondering if you could envision the impatient and rather irritated look on his face. âHi, Lucifer,â you answered, hearing a little indignant huff on the end of the line. Youâd imagined right.Â
âHello,â Lucifer replied, the annoyance quickly melting away at the sound of your voice. âEverything alright at home?âÂ
âI think Mammon and Levi destroyed a table, but other than that itâs been relatively quiet.âÂ
A loud sigh crackled through the speakers. âI suppose thatâs decent considering my siblings.â Then he went silent for a second, probably from focus, a fervent scribbling sound the only communication between the two of you. Then, flustered as he remembered you were on the line, he spoke back up. âApologies, Iâm justâŠâÂ
âBusy?â Leaning back in your chair, you crossed your legs under you and bit your lip. âHowâd the meeting go?âÂ
âIt went well. My proposal for an increase in RAD funding went smoothly. I think I convinced the board to take my advice in increasing taxation on witch-made goods by four percent, which could give us the needed increase we need to-âŠah but I didnât call you to talk about work.âÂ
You let out an impressed hum. âThat all sounds like serious stuff.â
Keep reading
979 notes
·
View notes
Text
The cold had settled into the house. It was a particularly frigid night, one that left all the brothers huddled under their blankets, scrambling for warmth. Lucifer had gotten lucky that evening, having you all to himself. He had swept you away quicker than the others could think, hoarding you under the sheets in his bedroom. You- in turn- had gotten quite comfortable in the bed, quickly drifting off into sleep.
Once you woke, you noticed three things. The first was the cozy warmth of the bed; the second was the gentle melody of beating hearts and breathing you had created while lying next to each other; and lastly, Lucifer's soft gaze. You chuckled, mostly to yourself- had he been watching you sleep?
You knew the answer as soon as you heard him chuckle lowly- of course he had. You didn't mind, in fact, you found it endearing. Lucifer had confessed many, many nights ago how he enjoyed the sight of you sleeping. He said that he loved your relaxed features, that it calmed him in some way, that it made him love you even more. You called him crazy at the time, but the more you thought about it the warmer you felt. He'd truly love every part of you, and seeing a part of yourself you weren't in control of only made him fall harder for you. It was that gentle love he showed that made you fall for him in the first place, wasn't it?
He held your gaze as you got lost in thought and sighed softly. Then, he lovingly kissed your forehead, the tip of your nose, and lastly your cheek, before clearing his throat. His voice was tender as he spoke. "How was your nap, love?" You'd quickly shake off the drowsiness and respond to him in almost a whisper, "It was niceâŠcozy." "I'm glad dear," he'd quickly stretch before holding you closer and continuing, "because we're gonna be here all night." You'd respond by holding him just as closely, nuzzling into him as a form of affection.
As you held each other, you'd talk and laugh about practically nothing well into the night. Lucifer secretly wished that the Devildom would freeze over that night. Realistically he knew it wouldn't be good, but it would also never happen. In his imagination, he'd simply use it as an excuse to hold you close to him like this forever.
#obey me shall we date#obey me lucifer#lucifer x reader#obey me!nb!#obey me x reader#short but sweet <3
494 notes
·
View notes