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feel free to imagine a sexy interpretation. Also, I'm going to add a loss of virginity here just for fun. In this scenario, Dream is finally willing to admit to himself that he loves the reader, but he's still not willing to confess (and he's also still a possessive/obsessive jerk), so instead he chases after the woman's dreams, especially until even your wet dreams. And 2 possible catalysts here, either Dream sees that the reader is dreaming about having sex with someone else and becomes insanely jealous or he sees someone flirting with the reader in the waking world and becomes insanely jealous XD. This is so Dream, like a king, he feels entitled to the reader and his time, and while he's trying to work up the courage to confess, he makes sure the reader can't hook up with anyone else.

Petty And Yours

Dream of the Endless x Demon Hunter!Reader

Summary: Somnium Regem, the Dream King, felt a certain kinship to the bondservants of his sister Domina, the Lady, or in the words of the king, older sister, Death. This was because of how closely the family of demon hunters has interacted with the Endless throughout generations. There was a particular member of this family he had a soft spot for, not that he'd ever admit it out loud, unless coaxed.

Word Count: 9k+💀 (why cant i ever just make them fuck and be done with it?)

Warnings: Fem!reader, smut (virgin!reader, biting marking, fingering, oral [f receiving], hair pulling, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, praise kink), Set in the Roman middle ages, dream being stupid, reader being stupid, jealous/possessive!dream, reader, fluff, angst, typos, etc.

A/N: OMG YES. MINORS DNI (the smut is at the end) Let go nonnie we love petty, possessive and pathetic dream UGH <3 also I really enjoyed this universe I made with demon hunter!reader, and i usually don't make p2s for my work, but im giving her at least this because she deserves it and i love her. ok isnt actually a p2, its more of a prequel in fact, so you dont have to read the other demon hunter fic i made, but if you do youre gonna be like OMG SLAY that makes more sense now. also, smut after smut for this reader, get it bestie HAHHA HELP THIS REACHED 8k WTF And just in case its not clear, theyre speaking latin in this but like i only put a few latin passages cos i have no idea if its even right lol HAHAHH this gif of him T_T he's so emo sir calm yourself T_T Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @deniixlovezelda @shadow-pancake9 @sloanexx @julesandro @farintonorth Previous demon hunter!reader fic: "Caged"

With my thick skirt and cloak gathered in my hands, I stop at the edge of the street, waiting for the donkey cart to pass me.

I release a huff, impatiently, though I end up finding myself smiling at the old man who greets me while he urges his ride to quicken its pace. Once he has passed, I finally move to cross.

I hiss when a bunch of children carelessly run past me. I eye them and call out, "vigilate quo itis!"

Watch where you're going!

"Children," I mutter in Latin under my breath, as I quickly make my down the townsquare.

I run up a flight of marble stairs and huff when I reach the temple at the top. I push one of the massive doors open, and the sound of it echoes in the grand room.

I close the door and call out, "mater?"

I wait. Nothing. I call out again.

When I finally hear my name, I turn and see it was my mother but my brother calling for me. Grin in excitement, not expecting his prescience. I run over to the man who was three years my senior, smiling from ear to ear, arms out stretched.

I jump into his arms. We seal each other in a tight embrace.

"Cassian," I chuckle airily, "it's been nearly two decades."

He hums, "yes, little sister. I've missed you dearly."

I pull away from him and cups his cheeks. I smile at the sight of his face, looking no older than the age of 25, like the rest of us siblings, though we were all on this earth for more that 50 years.

"Where is mother?" I ask.

Cassian grabs my hands, "Domina est ad loquentes."

She is talking with The Lady.

"The Lady is here?" I tilt my head and perk at the idea.

"Apud Somnium Regem."

"With the Dream King!?" I gasp, "oh come on brother, we must meet them at once!"

Cassian laughs as I tug at his arm in excitement.

He and I rush off to where Domina and Somnia were, recounting random stories that we could think of along the way. The moment I spot the two, conversing with my grey haired mother, I release my grip on Cassian and run towards them.

My mother catches me and chuckles, calling out my name in greeting as she opens her arms out to me from the windowsill she was sat upon.

Once upon her, I envelope her in my arms, kissing her cheeks repeatedly.

"Ah, my sweet girl," my mother coos in my mother tongue, "you act as though you did not see me a month ago."

I pull away from her, shaking my head, "I would react the same way even if I saw you yesterday, mater."

She smiles, placing a kiss on my forehead before I turn to the two Endless siblings.

"Domina," I smile, leaning in for an embrace, kissing both cheeks of the dark skinned woman. She chuckles and reciprocates.

"Somnia," I bow my head at the pale man. He smiles and mimics me, and he extends his palm out for me to take. When I do, he kisses the back of my hand.

I chew on the inside of my lower lip, holding back a smile as I pull my hand away.

"Praise to the Lady, Praise to the Dream Lord," Cassian calls when he finally reaches us. My brother takes his time showing his respects to the siblings, then after, kisses our mother's cheeks in regard.

"You finally thought to visit your mother, boy," she says, narrowing her eyes at her second child, "your older sister, Aurelia, might be travelling Constantinople but she oft sends me letters, as do your younger brothers, Amias and Lucius."

I nudge Cassian to further egg him on, and he quickly eyes me in response, though only addresses our mother, "pardon your son, mater. I am here this day, however, to bring you glad tidings."

I perk and raise my brows at his words, "did you capture the archdemon you were tracking?"

Cassian turns to me, brows tensing before relaxing, "no."

"Did you find the Shadow Master?" my mother asks.

"No, mater," he replies, shaking his head, "I..."

My eyes widen at Cassian's hesitation. He was not one to trail off with his worlds or fall flat with them.

"I have a bride," Cassian huffs, lowering his gaze before turning back to our mother with a soft smile.

My jaw drops, my blood stills.

Cassian straightens himself up, "she is Veronica. Her face is brighter than the morning light, and is as temperate and kind as the Lady," he turns to Death when he says this.

I shake my head in disbelief. I turn to my mother who does not look nearly as shocked as I do.

"She carries my child."

A shiver runs down my spine. I recoil at the sight of my brother.

I watch in horror as my mother stands and pouts at her second born, exclaiming, "lauda dominae! My son has come home to me with a family of his own."

I turn to The Lady, who my mother just exclaimed praise to. My face contorts at the happiness written on her face. It was the sight of her brother, Dream's, face that makes me realize this was all really happening. I then watch as my mother stands and walks towards Cassian, sealing him in a tight embrace.

I shake my head at the misplaced affection, "mater, how can this news please you? He is only halfway through a hundred!"

Mater turns to me, eyes taking in my worried and hurt expression.

Cassian sighs, reaching his hand out to me. I evade him, swatting his hand away, "proditor."

Traitor.

My mother calls out my name. I look at her expression and find tears lacing my eyes. She was looking like this at me?

"Sister, please, I-"

"We all promised each other we'd have our own families after a century!" I exclaim, walking away, "and you! You!" I point, "you've betrayed all of us!"

My name is called again, this time both by my older brother and my mother.

"Mater fuit per se propter hoc!" I whine, "and you dare tell her this in the name of glad tidings?"

I am glad I did not choke when I spoke, 'mother lived by herself because of this.' I normally could not bare to recall the stories my mother had after evoking the Right of the Lonely, the right in which the a person from our line would not die because it would kill off the last remaining demon hunters in existence. I could not even stomach the idea of living out a hundred years without companionship.

When Domina calls out to me, I freeze. I watch as she walks closer, reaching out to me to offer me comfort only she was every capable of. But then Cassian calls my name and I'm betrayed all over again.

And so I run. I run out of the temple and lose myself in the city.

If it was so easy for Cassian to betray the promise we swore as siblings not to partake in the world only until after completing our generational burden, then I would do it too!

After all, I laugh to myself as I weave through shady crowds of people in the market place, servicing the earth as a demon hunter for one century was easy, right?!

If the previous generations could do it, I could do it!

If Cassian, who used to be so slow at picking up demon trails, could be so sure he could have a child while continuing service, then by The Lady, I could do it too.

I gasp when I ram into a solid object. When I recoil after collision and do not fall back, I realize it was because my form was being hoisted up by a dark clothed being.

He speaks out my name and the sound finally pushes me into tears.

"Somnia," I whine, gripping his arms tightly.

My lips quiver in despair. I throw my arms over his shoulders, breaking into a sob.

The next thing I know, I am being pushed back and my calves hit something behind me.

I do not wonder what or do not wonder why I am all of a sudden out of the streets. I know it was the Dream Lord's power that brought us here, here in my bedroom. I sit on the end of my cott, beside the King of Dreams, clutching his hands tightly.

"Where were you to go?" he asks, retrieving his one hand from me to wipe off the tears on my cheeks.

I shake my head as I turn to my hands, my hands that were squeezing his large one as though my life depended on it, "nowhere... any where..." I sigh, "somewhere to spite my brother."

He does not retort.

I release him and sling myself back. I crash against my semi-soft cushion, "I curse his existence."

He speaks my name softly.

I close my eyes and feel tears roll down my temples.

Dream of the Endless does not speak to me, does not offer advice, does not analyse the situation for me, and for that, I am always grateful.

I sniffle, reaching out to him without looking, "lie with me?"

Silently, aside from the sound of him shuffling, he takes my hand and lies beside me. My bed is not that large, and so it was a bit cramp. I don't mind though, I know he doesn't either.

I roll on my side, stretching my arm under my head as I turn to him. I blink as he turns to me, body still rigid on his back.

"I do not want to forgive him."

Dream is silent.

I sigh, moving to press my body against his, check pressing onto his chest. The thump of his heart is slow and steady. His arm comes over my back. I feel another wave of tears threaten to crash down on me as I think, "does that make me a bad person?"

He rubs my shoulder, "no."

I sob into his top, trying to hold back my tears, "what does it make me then?"

"Human."

I take a moment to reply as I calm myself from crying. I turn my head to face him, blinking away salt water, "is it easy for an Endless to forgive?"

I see him close his eyes, "no."

"What does that make you?"

"Petty."

I snort at his words.

He opens his eyes and cranes his neck up. He brushes my hair back and hushes me, "I am here. You needn't ever fear living through the same loneliness your mother did."

I smile softly at his words, pushing myself off him so I could sit by his side. I look down on the man, the man who wasn't, but was sweeter and more thoughtful than any man I had ever met.

I trace the curve of his nose, "would you wait five decades for me?"

He takes my hand in his before I could fully pull away from his face. He proceeds to sit up and press my palm on his chest, "I would wait eons for you."

I chuckle under my breath, shaking my head as I did so, "I don't think I'll live that long."

He does not respond to this, and instead helps me slide to his lap when I shift in my place.

I sigh and rest my head on his shoulder, allowing myself to relax against him.

I brush my nose against his neck and close my eyes, lulling myself into comfort. He wraps his arms around me, pulling me closer.

Dream smells like a field of flowers, like a warm fire, like perhaps what the stars did.

I shift on him, slowly opening my eyes. I take his cheeks in my hands and lick my lips. I feel my heart thundering in my chest when I lean into him. And then-

I tilt my head up bringing my lips to his, but I don't.

I start when he pushes me away.

He looks at me, somehow bewildered by my actions.

I knit my brows, feeling a bit caught off guard and confused, "what's wrong?"

He speaks my name slowly, arms loosening around me, "I... will always be here for you... but not like this. I cannot give you my heart."

My face contorts at his words. I shake my head, "you cannot give your heart?" I repeat incredulously, "but, my king... you already have."

He pulls his arms away from me. He all, of a sudden, cannot meet my gaze.

I stiffen against him, clenching my jaw as I roughly push myself off him. My nostrils flare in anger and my eyes begin to water. I heave, "why are you here then?"

Somnia keeps his eyes down.

I cannot believe this, "do you not know why you constantly come to me, my lord?"

He, still says nothing.

"Why do you constantly comfort me then?!" I seethe, pointing an accusing finger at him, "why are you even here, if you-" I choke on my words, almost as though my own mouth was not willing to admit this, "-cannot give me your heart? If you think you have not given it to me at all?"

He stands from the bed.

I walk back in response.

"Dilectus-"

"Don't call me that," I quip waving him off, "don't call me your beloved! Not when you claim you don't love me."

He speaks my name.

"What? Have you been leading me on? Have you been passing your time with me because I have not yet aged?!"

"That is not-"

"THEN WHY!" I cry out as my cheeks grow cold and hot all over again because of my tears. I shake my head as I walk all the way back until I could reach my door, "why can't you admit that you love me when I so clearly bleed out my love for you?"

He freezes at my words.

Was he only now realizing this? After everything?

I open the door slowly from behind me.

Somnium Regem is unable to say a word.

I roughly wipe my face, "behold," I scoff, "now I see you are just like any other man."

I turn on my heels and rip the door open, thinking of a place far, far, away as I did. When I hear him call out to me, I slam the door on my way out.

I am gone. I have transported myself away.

I find myself in an army hotspot, where dozens upon dozens of eager, hotblooded men where thirsting at the very idea of companionship, no matter how shallow it posed.

I walked like a regular though it was my first time here. I brazenly sit myself in a table of eight soldiers, looking between them with a bored look, "salvete, milites," I grab the cup of the man beside me, downing the wine in one go. My throat burns at the sour taste and I grunt as I slam the wooden object on the table. I push the cup forward, looking at no one in particular, pulling my lips into a lopsided grin, "et quis ex vobis effundam mihi potum?"

Greetings, soldiers. Will any of you pour me a drink?

The next moment, each man on the table fights to get the ewer of wine.

The moment after that is spent debating my prospects with each Roman militant. One by one, I flirt with them, tease them with my touches and my giggles, taking each one to dance to the muses of a bard and his company.

In the end, the winner, if I could even call him that, was the eldest in the bunch, Fabius. He was still only 27 but the fact he went from Africa and back with the scars to prove it was enough reason for me to choose him.

The perfect criminal to commit a perfect crime with.

Fabius smile as he dances with me, expertly on beat with the lute and the drums.

I'll show them all. I'll show them how I could go against them and break my oaths to everyone, to my family, to the one my heart called for, to myself.

Fabius would do. I would take him and make him mine for the night, or how many nights it would take for my body to bare his seed of mine of vindication.

This soldier was not nice, he was not smart, in fact, he was only rugged. I could tell that all the kindness he extended to me now was only out of his desire to share my bed. It was good enough, considering it was all I wanted or expected from him. And yet he was redeemed by how strong, shrewd, and, most of all, easy on the eyes he was. If he could not give my child compassion and wit, he would at least give his strong nose, soft lips and a warriors stamina.

I pull him near me just when the song ends. He captures me against him and leans down. I whisper on his ear, "would you like to take me home, Fabius?"

Fabius pulls back in disbelief. It is fleeting. He growls and grabs me by the waist, "I'd like to keep you home for the rest of my life."

I feel blood rise up my face at his proposal. I chew on my lower lip and release it from my teeth when he leans in to kiss me.

He is eager and hungry against me. He kisses me with fervor because he wants too, because his body burns in desire for me. He tastes sour, yet again is redeemed by how good he was at kissing.

I could see it now, our disaster. For every wrong he'd do me, he'd have one good thing to show for. It would be an endless cycle of tribulation, and in this moment, the idea of it shined like the stars.

I release a whine when I feel his hands move down to my bottom. This was about as far as I had gone with everyone, and in the next few hours, that would all change.

But suddenly, my head is spinning, utterly confused as to why he pulled away so harshly from me right when I thought he'd whisper the words in my ear.

I only realize what had happened when I see a dark figure faced back away from, sputtering Latin tightly against Fabius.

"Somnia!" I hiss, grabbing his arm, "what do you think you're doing?!"

I tense when he turns to me. I see both the Roman shoulder, toppled on his arse, crawling back in fear, and the blazing eyes of the Dream Lord. His face was truly a fearsome sight to those caught his gaze.

He takes advantage of my stunned state and grabs my arms, pushing me back.

All at once, I find I am pressed against a something, something soft. Dream's ferocious face softens as I am trapped against him, or I then realized, I was trapped beneath him.

No longer did the sour smell of wine tingle my nostrils. In fact, it now smelt like a morning breeze, like a flowery meadow, it smelt like him.

I was now in the Dreaming.

"You are more foolishly impulsive than I could have ever thought," the Dream Lord growls.

I grit my teeth, screwing my eyes shut, not giving him the satisfaction of a response.

"You think you can ignore me?" he quips, "you are in my house, my domain, my Dreaming, pinned under the palms of my hands."

I mask the way my body begins to react to his words, how my throat tightens, how my breath grows taxed, how my belly swirls, and how my thighs press against each other.

"Face me, demon hunter."

"Let me go," I weakly demand.

"I will not set you free after seeing what you meant to do to yourself."

I begin to fume, "Let me go!"

I open my eyes and wrangle beneath him, kicking and pushing him. I then dictate a long spiel of Latin cusses. My whole body burns in fury.

I am powerless against him though. He does not strain where I struggle. He pushes his weight onto me, hands trapping my wrists by the sides of my head, legs clamping mine between his. My face was now also turned to the side as he leaned into me, his hot breath practically searing the skin on my cheek.

Somnia mumbles, "you would give yourself away to a mere mortal on the street? A man who ogles your form, who could not possibly understand the honor you would so willingly bequeath him. His thoughts run wild with ideas of desecrating your being in a vile form taking his claim on you."

"Oh, and suddenly you care?!" I snarl, knocking my head into his, making him pull back in contact, "what does it matter if I chose to be with him? Or even if I chose the devil? The master of demons?! You do not love me."

He calls my name.

"YOU SAID IT YOURSE-"

"I WAS WRONG!" he bursts. His outburst leaves him breathless and stiffens me into marble.

I choke on nothing and feel my eyes water at the sight of him. His hair is messy, eyes are desperate, lips are quivering. He breaks when my tears begin to fall. He pulls away from me, sitting himself at the edge of his bed in defeat, in retreat.

I breathe in heavily, trying to calm myself down, "it took seeing me with another man to own up to your feelings."

He does not respond.

"Do you think I find that flattering?" I voice, "do you?!"

Again nothing.

"I find it petulant and slow-witted." I release a breath, "I find it offensively aggravating."

I push myself up from where I laid. I turn to the window, lips parting at the beauty of the meadows I knew he called Fiddler's Green. Never had I witnessed his domain like this, never before this moment had I ever even been here with him, flesh and bone.

And yet I tell myself not to enjoy the moment so much. I suck in a breath and scratch my tears away, turning to Dream's wide and hunched over back.

"Bring be back, Somnia," I mutter.

He straightens upon hearing this, head barely turning as he speaks, "what?"

I scoff, in utter disbelief that he is in shock of my words, "I do not want to be around you." I move to the foot of the bed then stand, "take me back home."

Dream looks at me, eyes reddish and glimmering with tears. He opens his mouth and speaks something but I do not hear it.

I huff through my nose, "take me back now, Dream. Or- or I'll never speak to you again!"

I recoil when he crawls over to me on the bed. He sit as the edge, reaching out to me, grabbing on to clothes. He whispers my name as his face hardens in desperation, "I do not wish for you to leave while this is unresolved."

"So," I tighten my hands into balls, "if I leave you now, what does that make me?"

He looks up at me, jaw clenching then relaxing as he opens his mouth to speak, "cruel."

I scoff.

A tear rushes down his face.

"And if you keep me here?!" I coaxed.

He releases me, dropping his head as he leans onto his knees. He voices firmly, "an Endless."

My whole body tenses at his words, grows rigid in anger over his sentiment. I was seconds away from lunging at him, but suddenly, a flurry of sand began to twist around me and before I could think, I was back in my bedroom.

It became painfully clear to me that if either of us wanted to resolve our quarrel, we'd have to first resolve our pride.

It had been seven days since the fact, and neither did I call out to him, and neither did he make attempts to come to me.

That was that then. Good riddance. Good, hard, and cold riddance.

All that's left, of course, was the issue with my brother, and her... brimming with life bride.

The image I had of her was starkly contrast to what she actually was. I thought she would have been one or two months in her pregnancy. I really dropped dead when I spied my brother talking to a woman with such a large rounded belly that she looked like she was about to pop any moment now.

The audacity. The sheer and utter disrespect.

Today, I was going to finally face her because my two younger brothers, Amias and Lucius, were now here to do the same. Aurelia had arrived two days before, and as much as we both confided in each other our ill feeling towards the whole predicament, she was as tender as ever, and laced every complaint with an eagerness to make peace with the matter.

My older sister was wholly compassionate, as always, but my younger brothers were not, and I was excited to meet this Veronica, solely because of the knowledge I would finally not be the only one restless about the situation.

And yet, as excited I was to see Amias and Lucius, bickering at each other the moment they arrived, I was betrayed by how it seemed neither of them were fazed by the gravity of the predicament, in fact, they were-

"happy for you brother!" Amias laughs, "I'm so happy for you! Lauda dominae!" He slaps Cassian twice on the shoulder before sealing him into a tight hug, "I understand that your bride is carrying two babes."

I nearly choke on the bile in my throat upon hearing that. My jaw hangs low. That's why her belly was so big. I hiss under my breath, "two?"

Amias pulls away and raises his hands, "clearly it is a sign from Domina to have at least one of them named after," he slaps a hand on his chest, "Amias the Gallant."

Cassian makes a half amused face at second youngest.

The final born smacks Amias' face and takes his turn to embrace Cassian, "malediceres ipsum esse huius infantis."

Lucius pulls away from Cassian, who laughed at his words, to repeat them with pinched fingers, eyeing Amias as he did so, "you would be cursing the very existence of this child."

"Your face is a curse to the world," Amias rebuts in our mother tongue.

When the boys begin to bicker all over again, I finally snap, "so am I truly the only one that cannot stomach this?"

The three turn to me. I am the odd one out.

I hear someone call my name from behind. It's Aurelia with that woman, that Veronica that she was now treating more of a sister than I. Aurelia pulls away from her to walk over to me, "let us speak about this out-"

"No!" I dodge her advances. My senses begin to flare at the feel of my siblings staring at me. I heave heavily as I back away from them, "you've all confided in each other about this, haven't you? You and Cassian," I hiss at Aurelia, "and Amias and Lucius."

Cassian calls my name.

"NO!" I shriek, "it's always been like this. It's always you," I suck in a deep breath, "and then there's me. The spare."

"Sister, that is not true." Lucius calls.

I shake my head, chuckling bitterly, "you're right. It's only ever always in my head, is it not?"

Without another word, I storm out of the room, hating myself for the way I was breaking.

I hide myself in the garden, in a secret corner where I basked in my loneliness, except this time, I would truly be lonely all by myself.

Tinges of betrayal flare up in me when Veronica appears out of nowhere.

She starts at the sight of me. I scoff at her pretending to be shocked by my presence. She speaks, "sister, I-"

"I am not your sister," I quip, "did your beloved tell you to look for me here?! To make peace with me?!"

She tenses at the severity of my tone, hand instinctively going on her belly, "I swear it on my mother, I did not know this was your place. I happened to wander here while I was clearing my own mind and found great solitude in the flowers," she says, turning to the said blossoms coloring the otherwise colorless place.

"They remind me of home," she says, "we had plenty of gladioli in our neighborhood."

Veronica turns to me offering as soft smile that makes me want to scream, "I understand they were a gift form your pat-"

"If you want to see these flowers so badly, why not go back home where there are plenty?" I snip, "and take your traitor with you, why won't you?!"

She presses her lips together. Her lightly tanned skin turns a shade scarlet after my cry. She covers her face and nods, "apologies sis-" she cuts herself off, smacking her lips in the process, "I- I'll leave you to your own devices."

My eyes watch her walk off. And very suddenly, as if I am possessed, my voice calls out to her.

Veronica freezes, turning back to me.

What have I done? Why did I do that. I do not want to speak with her.

I turn away, unable to face her, unable to face myself, unable to admit I called her name because I was not enjoying the harshness I was emitting, the harshness I was sputtering to this poor woman who was not even to blame for my emotions.

I'm spiraling, clearly.

I lick my lips, feeling my chest tighten. I huff and shake my head, "I'm not angry at you."

I make the mistake of turning to her. She's just as distraught as I am. I see myself in her in this moment. I sigh helplessly, "I'm not angry-" I curse then sniffle, wiping my philtrum, "I'm not angry at your children."

I wipe my hand on my face, "I'm not even sure if I'm angry at Cassian. I-" I shake my head rapidly, "I'm frustrated that this marks the start of his final years with us. That's he's going to have to... pay... for not completing his hundred years of service."

Veronica visibly reacts to my words. She sighs deeply, rubbing her swollen belly, "I think of that as well. There has not been a day that I have not thought of that."

I deflate. Here and now, it was clear she understood, even if just a fraction, the severity this choice my brother made. If he does not complete a century of demon hunting, then his captives would drag him by his heels into the pits and battle them for a hundred years there.

I look at her as we both begin to cry. I pat the surface I was sat upon, "do you want to sit down?"

She is taken aback by my words. She nods slowly and walks over to sit down next to me.

For a moment, we sit in silence.

"When he told me he would risk his life for me, I did not realize he meant it," Veronica mutters, "not like this."

I am further dejected. I turn to her, feeling my insides get chewed up by the sight of her wailing.

"I at least find comfort in knowing that the love," she places he hands on her belly, "this love we share, here and now is the purest and realest thing I have every felt."

"But how do you know?" I quip on the defensive, "how could you say that so surely?"

It wasn't because I didn't believe her, it was more of the fact I was projecting my own disbelief of love onto her.

I feel a sliver of guilt bite at me for the way in which I spoke, but Veronica was wholly unfazed. In fact, she chuckles under her breath, "because I know him," she smiles, turning to her belly, "and he knows me." She smiles, "it makes no sense, and it's hard to understand, but-" she turns to my side, lips curved in a smile, "I suppose that is what love is like between a mortal and a demon hunter."

I give her a look. She's insane.

Veronica laughs, clutching her stomach, "perhaps I am."

My eyes widen. I said that out loud? "Veronica, I-"

"But is that not how you and your lover feel?"

"What?"

"Somnium Regem," she mutters, "he sits outside your bedroom every night." She places a hand on her chest, "when I managed to overcome my fear, I asked him what he was doing."

I straighten at her words.

"He told me he was waiting for you to notice him."

I scoff.

"That his pride could not allow him to open your door."

I roll my eyes and shake my head at the thought.

"Yet the same pride could not bear the idea of ever letting you go."

I clench my jaw. Damn him.

"Perhaps that is was the love between a demon hunter and a god is like," Veronica speaks, taking my hand in hers.

"He's not a god," I tell her through an airy whisper, "he is a fool."

And so later that night, when darkness cloaked the sky, I brushed my sleepiness away and rose from my bed.

I tiptoed to my door and slowly creaked it open, soundless. Behold.

I sigh at the sight of the dark figure sitting alone in the lightless hall.

"Do you plan to sit there for half a century?" I speak, actually making him jolt from his place.

Somnia turns to me, eyes wide, lips parted. He takes a moment before responding, drawing out a deep breath, "if that is how long it takes."

I roll my eyes at him, walking out of my bedroom all together.

Dream watches me near him. When I reach out my hand to him, he immediately takes it and stands.

"Is your pride so mighty that you would never risk calling to me?"

He sighs, "I punish myself with my pride. If you could not bare turn to me again, then I did not deserve you."

"Oh, you half-wit. What if," I take his both his palms in my, "I actually make you wait that long for me to forgive you."

He presses near me, releasing a breath, "then I would say it is deserved."

I snort, rolling my eyes for the second time, "alright then," I move away from him, "better start counting-"

"No, wait," he tightens his hold on me, "please don't."

I purse my lips, nodding my head, "hmm. That's what I thought."

The being releases a sigh and hangs his head low, "I apologize for how I acted. It is a struggle for me to accept such emotions, considering how they have served me in the end."

I release his hands to take his cheeks into my palms. I bring my face near, lips ghosting over his, "then how do you plan to make it up to me?"

He brushes his nose against mine, hands coming to my sides, "how would you like for me to make it up to you?"

"A kiss," I whisper, lips curving into a mischievous smile, "on your knees."

I don't have the opportunity to laugh at my childish remark, for his lips finally catch mine, stealing my giggles, my breath, and my remaining thoughts away. I ignite against him. A haze forms in my mind. My body pushes against him, wanting to be closer than I am now.

He is nothing but soft and sweet against me. His mouth is a tender oasis that makes my heart pound and my mind melt. He pushes me back against the walls and my body pulls him into me along the way.

I gasp when he breaks away. I watch as he drops down. I knit my brows at him when his hands grab my hips. I call out his name with caution. He smiles up at me as his one hand scratches its way up from my ankles to my thighs.

I jolt, attempting to pull away, finding I am trapped with the wall behind me.

Somnia coos my name out, "hush. I am only making it up to my beloved."

"What are-" I whine when he lifts my skirt up and throws it over him. I catch his head when he kisses my thigh, "Dream, please, I was mocking you. I-" I let out an unholy sound when he pushes me back and makes an attempt to bite the inside of my leg.

"I assure you," he hotly breathes against my skin, making my entire body tingle with goosebumps, "I will not stand for the mockery of a demon hunter."

I rip at his hair from underneath my skirts. I tense against him when he shifts me onto one leg. The other, where his lips were busy nipping at my skin, its hooks over his shoulder.

"Somnia," I lean into him, gasping for air. My stomach rolls at this obscene image of him beneath me, "someone could see."

The King of Nightmares scoffs. "They would sooner be haunted with nightmares for fifty years before they could even think of beholding your form like this," he hisses against my skin as his one hand squeezes my thigh.

I slap a hand onto my mouth when I feel his nose rub against my sensitive bud. I dig into his hair and garble up the sounds from my throat as his lips connect with my core. My toes curl and my body leans into him involuntarily.

"Dream," I breathlessly speak, moving my palm slightly off my mouth, "please, I-" the harsh sound that leaves me when he nibbles then blows against my heat would have been enough to make anyone who hears it look for the sound in concern.

"I will please you, my dear," he speaks, suddenly pulling away. When his face is revealed to me after my skirt finally drops down, I choke on my breath as the sight of his glistening face.

His tongue swirls around his lips while he stands.

I helplessly watch him as he takes my cheeks and raises a brow at me, "unless you would like for me to stop."

The very thought of asking him to do anything is mortifying to me, yet I managed to shake my head in response.

And normally, I would have been offended by how he chuckles at me like that, but when he drops down again, or rather, I find, crawls down, I only look at him in anticipation. I push myself up elbows and realize I was now lying on a bed, facing a window, beholding the view Fiddler's Green. I was also naked, exposed to him, looking down at an equally disrobed Dream.

My whole body burns.

I do nothing but watch as he takes both my legs and props them on his shoulders before sinking down the middle.

I grunt and tense in my place, averting my gaze when he kisses my center. One of my hands reach out to Dream's dark hair. I whine before ripping at my lower lip. I look down on him as he looks up at me.

"All is well," he affirms, lifting his head up slightly, making me pull my hand away from his hair. He kisses my hand on its way then smiles, "let me make it up to you, beloved." He rubs his cheeks against my inner thighs, placing a kiss there, "calm yourself," he mutters, "I assure you, I will make you very much enjoy this."

"My king," I breathlessly call.

He hums, lips curving upward, pleased by the sound, "let your king do his work."

I bite my lips and close my eyes as I nod. I allow myself to relax against the cushions, though my hands were gripping onto the sheets.

"Valde bona," very good, he says.

My fists tighten and my toes curl all over again when his lips kiss into my heat. This time around, I am painfully aware of the wetness that is pooling and beginning to drip down my flesh. The feeling conflicts me.

Almost as if he was aware of my realization, he laps at me and moans, "so honeyed and sweet. So eager and ready for me."

I huff at the feel of him.

"Do not needlessly worry yourself, your body is exactly how I want it."

With this, I find myself fulling relaxing. I arch my back, as his mouth presses more eagerly into me. I attempt to suppress my squeals when his tongue pushes into me. My hands immediately reach to him and my fingers curl into his hair.

He moans then chuckles. He makes it a point to do this against me as he parts my legs further when I begin to press them close. He calls out my name, making me turn to him slowly. Half of me regrets it, half of me goes wild at the sight of him.

The Dream Lord states, "I find offence in your attempts to suppress your noises. Do not conceal them."

I choke out a whine then his thumb rubs against my nub. I screw my eyes shut again as he continues, "perhaps you need more encouragement."

When he dips a finger into me, a guttural sound rips past my lips. I pull one hand away from him to clamp it on my mouth, but the growl I get in reaction makes me drop my it and turn back to Dream.

"You mock me further by disobeying me?" he huffs squeezing the flesh of by my buttocks tightly, "I should make sure the entire Dreaming hears you scream for its King."

He sinks into me again, only this time, there is a grit from his teeth. I rip at both his roots and mine when he does so, unable to conceal the noises that leave my mouth.

He slowly pumps in and out of me, "louder."

I whine and catch my breath, calling out his name in some sort of plea.

"Louder, I said," he commands as he sinks another digit into me and hastens his pace.

There was no way I could keep silent even if I wanted to at this point.

With his fingers, poking and curling, and his mouth, licking and sucking, it doesn't take long for a strong tension to coil up in my belly. My lips could barely make sense of the words it wanted to say. I fundamentally begin to sputter out nonsense.

"A little bit more," he moans, "give me a little bit- there."

I come undone on him with a cry. My legs force themselves against him as my body spasms. He does not make an effort to push me open, and in fact, he brings his hands on my hips, kneading at them, as if encouraging my actions.

In those tender, body curling moments, I feel warmth and pleasure spread around me. My breath escapes me as I eventually turn into putty.

When he finally pulls away, I turn down to him as he slowly trails wet and hot kisses from my core all the way up my jaw. I take his cheeks in my hands when he kisses my lips. My own cheeks tingle when I see the sheen of my pleasures on his nose and chin. I bashfully swipe at it with my thumb, eager to retreat. And yet, he catches my hand, taking my thumb into his mouth, licking at my finger then pulling it away with a soft pop.

"Well done, my love," he says, smiling at me as he rolls on his side.

I knit my brows as he lies beside me, pulling me near him as he does so that we could face each other.

Dream notices my demeanor. He pushes my hair back, raising a brow, "did I not make you enjoy it?"

My lips part. My face begins to burn at the thought, "no. No I mean yes- I mean- I- I enjoyed it."

He nods, "I know."

I snort at his words, brows slightly tensing, lips pursing.

He smiles, shifting in his place so that he could lie on his chest. When he does so, he pushes me on my back and brings his mouth near one of my breasts. I gasp when he laps at it like a snack, while he massages the other with his hand. My hands dig into his hair, messing it up more than ever.

"Dream," I call.

He does not respond like I want him to and only closes his eyes.

I let out a soft grunt when he sucks at my flesh. I sigh, "Dream, wait."

He immediately halts, lifting his head up, releasing my breast from his mouth.

I lick my lips as I look down at him.

"What is it? Do you not like this?"

"No... I... what about you?"

He takes a moment to respond. He chuckles, pulling me closer to him, "sweet dear," he kisses my rib, "you need not worry about me."

"No, but-"

"I will claim your maidenhood in a moment."

... w... w- he said what?

He raises his brows along with the corners of his lips. A velvety chuckle escapes him, "is that not what you want?"

"..."

"Is it not I that you wish to lay claim to this tenderness within you, this tenderness that your humanity puts so much emphasis on?"

I suck in a deep breath and bite my lip tightly.

"Do you want me to have you now?"

"... yes."

He grins, tongue darting across his lips, "then I say, do not worry about me," he kisses my skin, "I know well enough what I want to do with you."

So for a few minutes, the Dream King keeps his attentions on my breasts. He pulls me closer to reciprocate the same treatment to the other after a while.

At one point, he brings his hands to my core again, making my body quiver against him.

When I begin to call out his name in the same dazed manner from a while ago, he lifts his head from by chest and kisses my lips, pulling away again to smile down at me, "you feel ready for me now, beloved."

I bite my lips in anticipation.

"Are you ready?" he asks with genuinity.

I nod, "yes."

He pushes himself up and begins to crawl on top of me. His hands parts my legs to make room for himself and I graciously open myself up for him.

I sigh when he presses against me, hands rearing me by my waist. Dream kisses my check, "yes. You're more than ready, aren't you?"

Our eyes lock. He looks at me in expectation. I nod my head again.

He wraps my legs around him as he slowly rocks into me, making me breathlessly moan beneath him.

He sighs, kissing my jaw, all the way down to my neck, sucking on my skin before iterating, "my soft lover, so ready for me."

"Somnia," I whisper, fingers digging into his shoulders.

He hisses when I meet the rolling of his hips with my own. He nips at my neck, "alright, my love. I would not dare deprive you any longer."

A chill runs down my spine when he lifts up and sinks down into me. The action draws out a prolonged cry from my lips. In response, he peppers my neck with kisses while adjusting atop my body.

"So good," I mumble, "so good inside me."

He groans at my words, hands gripping my hips as he slowly begins to push and pull himself into me, "yes, my precious. I'll make you feel good, even more than a while ago, even more than now."

I sigh as Dream kisses my neck, and gently grinds into me.

After a few moments, I tighten my legs around him and whine, "more please. I want to feel you more."

He moans, immediately heeding my cries, hips bucking into me with more fervor, "in imperio tuo."

On your command.

He kisses my lips, repeating, "on your command, beloved, a slave to your command."

My voice hikes up and loudens when his pace grows quicker. I heave in an attempt to even my breathing. My fingers tangling back into his hair for the nth time.

"My sweetness," he says in between thrusts, "such sweet sounds," he moans, "and all for me."

I moan, calling out his name on instinct.

He hums, kissing my cheek, "better now? Isn't it better?"

"Yes, yes, oh, my lord, yes," I whine, "so much better."

He goes wild with the praise. He drinks it up like cool water on a scorching day. He growls as he finds a delicious tempo, quick and full, snapping in and out of me like it was his purpose.

I begin to recite all the Latin praises I could think of.

When I slowly spiral in my pleasure, I call out his name, and when I hardly find it in myself to speak, I bite into him, gnawing at his flesh like it was my deliverance, not thinking about its consequences, not thinking about how it would feel for anyone but me.

He hisses, pushing deeper into me, poking a nerve in my being that breaks my mind, that renders me boneless beneath him.

All at once, my sweet words are morphed into obscenities. All of the praises in my body are burned into oohs and aahs and throaty cries that I never thought myself of producing.

Dream eats it up like candy, taking in my lips with his, making our pants mix into further lascivious noises.

At one point, I am numb to everything but him. At one point, I was at the fullness of his mercy. He could crush me and spit on my bones and I'd thank him. But he does not do this, he does not desecrate my form, he does not disregard my being. Instead he dives into me with adoration, he treats me with divine regard, he stretches me out with care.

I make no other sound than ones of pure enjoyment as the king begins to shift my legs.

I submit to him, to whatever he wants to do with me, and soon, he pushes my knees to my chest and brings my legs to his shoulders.

Now, I was lost to everything save the tension in my core. After adjusting himself against me, breaking into my being as if intent on binding our forms together, I scream out and thrash my hands helplessly at anything, everything I could get my hands on.

When he calls out my name and praises my body, I'm a goner. The Lady be damned. In this moment there was only one, there was only him, the Dream King. Just him, him, him.

And so I scream it out, I scream out his name as my body crumbles against him. I flutter and crash. I tense and release. I was delivered.

He calls out my name in response. He calls out my name and does not dare relent his motions. Next thing I know, I'm shaking all over again with a vengeance as he spills into me, hot, sharp, and blinding.

Somnia pushes my legs apart, though his movements do not at all slow. He digs into me with his heels and pushes his chest flush into mine, cradling me against him, as if he was scared I'd disappear.

Then slowly, slowly, slowly, he allows his pace to relent. Gently, gently, gently, he kisses me and finally gives me a chance to catch my breath, to feel myself on him, to savor this utter bliss between us.

I mumble nothings as I trap him with my limbs. I pull him into me tightly, not wanting him to leave, only wishing that he'd keep me here like this forever.

And then the wildness fades.

In the aftermath of it all, the sounds of strangled breathing persists. Grunts and mewls catch up with us as well, as we both eventually soften against each other's beings.

I let out taut panting sounds against his ear before I nip at his lobe.

I squeal when he laughs, my body was oversensitive to the vibrating of his chuckle.

He stops himself and offers a kiss on my cheek, "my sweet darling."

I close my eyes, allowing myself to savor his scent, his feel, his taste.

Dream continues my neck again, lathering me with more affection, "have I made it up to you yet?"

I nibble at my lip as I nod. He smiles in return.

"I think... you may have ruined every other man for me."

He tenses. I feel him tense above me real time. He pulls his head back, looking down at me so suddenly with a fury, "you dare mean to say you expected to have another besides me after all of this?"

"Well, I-" I wail, body jolting sharply when he ruts into me in offence over my words.

"This," he hisses, "this is more than mockery. This is treachery, this is treason!"

I let out shaky sounds and piercing shrieks when he does not relent.

He only halts when tears begin to lace the corners of my eyes, after I practically call out his name in a plea for my life.

He ends his retaliations with a huff, nostrils flaring, hand grabbing my jaw, "look at me, little one."

I screw my eyes shut. There is a dread that builds in my belly.

"Must I repeat my punishment to have you look?"

I blink back the tears from my eyes as I turn to him. I let out a weak sigh at the sight of him.

"You shall have to make it up to me for that."

I pant at the rigidness of his expression.

"Do you understand me?"

I huff, nodding my head.

"I asked-"

I squeak again when he thrusts.

"-if I am understood."

"Yes, my king."

He hums, or rather, he bellows, "very good then."

#the sandman smut #the sandman fanfic #dream of the endless fanfic #dream of the endless x reader #dream of the endless smut #the sandman fluff #sandman x reader #dream smut #dream x reader #dream fanfic #morpheus x reader #dream of the endless fluff #the sandman x reader #morpheus fluff #the sandman x you #dream x you #dream of the endless x you #morpheus x you #morpheus smut

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kingofthewilderwest · 5 months ago

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You can't just leave us hanging with the mountain lion in the halls omg rude (kidding kidding you don't gotta tell if you don't want to, I'm just curious as hell lmao)

Eyyyyyyy sure I can chat. XD Fun to relive college for 5 min.

For context for people dropping in, my tags on this post:

#holy fucking shit it's back#after like what ten years? was it 2013?#look. guys. I was on campus when that happened#I had friends who couldn't go back to their apartments while this was happening rotflh we all experienced this#rotflhhhhh#that and a video of a tuba guy screaming in a practice room (one of my classmates) were both viral the same year and I was like#YEAH THAT'S MY SCHOOL THAT'S MY SCHOOL#CU Boulder for the win#the previous year I unknowingly walked straight past a mountain lion prowling the dorms#but that's another story

So CU Boulder is really close to the Rocky Mountains. Stunning campus. Does mean critters from the mountains get into campus. Always check your trash can for raccoons once it gets dark, etc.

The mountain lion isn't quite as insane of a story as tranquilizing a bear out of a tree onto a trampoline right outside the undergraduate student apartments. My phraseology may have been misleading... sadly this was no Horse in the Hospital situation haha!

This was my freshman year, so I lived in the dorms. Some of the dorms were directly on campus, while others, like mine, were on the edge of campus. I had a lot of running back and forth to do to make classes, and one of my classes was in said dorm. So I was so busy booking my ass to make it to class in time that I failed to learn about the notice to avoid one area of campus (the area by my dorms). I found about it in my dorm/classroom, where they talked about how students Absolutely Must Not Go Outside, there is a mountain lion RIGHT THERE we are dealing with it BUT JUST STAY PUT and they gave the location of Kitty and I would've like, ah, booked my ass straight past it. Whoops? Didn't see it, didn't get mauled, story ends happily.

#blabbing Haddock #non-dragons #anonymous #awesome anonymous friend #cat would've been right outside my specific dorm so idk how I missed it? but that's good I did

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alisterix · 2 years ago

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@zitronenmilchmaedchen great tag! What have you done. Now I'll never shut up. This is for you and for everybody else who cares a lot about Cacofonix/Assurancetourix.

Justforkix/Goudurix (from Asterix and the Vikings) did! Though not in the movie (because it didn't have as much focus on Cacofonix) but in the comic book that the movie was based on, Asterix and the Normans. This volume has a special place in my heart for how much spotlight and appreciation Cacofonix received in it, so let's talk about it!

After Cacofonix attempted to sing and received the usual response from his fellows, Justforkix proceeded to compliment him, he even went as far as to tell him that he's wasting his talent in the village and that he'd make a great career in Lutetia!

The thought excited Cacofonix so much he kept bringing it up multiple times to Justforkix, who at that point was too scared by the Normans coming to Gaul to really pay any attention to the bard and his career. Eventually Cacofonix decided to take matters into his own hands and leave...

...at the worst possible time! He left unaware of the fact that the Normans had kidnapped Justforkix and refused to let him go unless there was another way to teach them the meaning of fear. The best way to strike fear into the Normans' souls was, of course, Cacofonix, though fetching the bard turned out to be more difficult than expected since he had to be chased down and persuaded to abandon his plans of prestige and fame.

He didn't hesitate one bit though once he learned that Justforkix was the one who needed his help. How could he not rush to his aid, the teen has been so kind to him and appreciative of him after all, unlike all those barbarians he's constantly surrounded with, with no appreciation for music! He happily returned, put one hell of a performance and reveled in well deserved praise for it. The goal was accomplished: the Normans learned to feel fear, Justforkix was safe, Cacofonix got to give his first real concert in front of a willing audience. He gets to be the hero that saves the day!

The satisfaction from it appeared to be enough for Cacofonix to not give any more thought to his previous career plans. He stayed and even got to participate in the banquet, instead of being tied up like usual, which I honestly love so much. His singing, though almost universally frowned upon, has proven helpful and worthy of respect. What a sweet and validating moment for my boy <3

The way Justforkix appreciated Cacofonix's singing is really endearing to me! Also gets me thinking. Is Cacofonix's music really, objectively terrible or has he just not found the right audience for himself? The way his fellow folks dismiss his singing as "not actual music, just horrible noise" vs Justforkix saying "whoa this is actually really good omg you're so underrated" reminds me of how you'd have fans of, let's say, death metal, music with lots of screaming ect, and then there are people who can't stand it and it's awful to them. Lmao I am delighted by the idea of Lutetian teenagers vibing really well with Cacofonix and his "edgy" music... and then their parents being like, ugh, kids these days, what even is this nonsense they are listening to. This awful bard has a terrible influence on our children xD

#asterix #cacofonix #assurancetourix #troubadix #Asterix and the Normans #rambling about Cacofonix #I will take literally every chance to talk about Cacofonix honestly #I mean!!!#this is fascinating stuff #I didn't think of this when I was drawing my silly little comic about Cacofonix going to Lutetia #I honestly forgot he already canonly planned to but ended up not going #and now I'm wondering how his career would look like if he did end up going to Lutetia like he wanted #I would pay big money for a Cacofonix centric BD about him going to Lutetia to make a name for himself #I have ideas #justforkix #goudurix #Cacofonix isn't actually bad you guys are just mean isn't the hill I expected to die on today and yet #lol Cacofonix sympathizer behavior #look it's not impossible for something unappealing in the mainstream to have its very specific and affirming niche #I have faith in him #and clearly I'm not the only one

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waitingondaisies · 1 year ago

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

thank you for tagging me @glove23!!!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

- 29

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

- 556,655 (a PALINDROME!!!!!!!! omg i love palindromes what a lovely coincidence)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

- I have fics posted for harry potter, dungeons and daddies, and irondad. my current wips are for hp, irondad, and i have one atla wip that may never see the light of day based on how fast progress on it is (like… 500 words a year? if that? it’s bad)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

- How Like Home Harry Potter, Dimension travel AU, 158,008 words, incomplete

-Phoenixes are Pests Harry Potter, this one has a comic drawn by @minryll! and the entire idea for it came from her too, 1,541 words

- In Plain Sight Harry Potter, severitus AU where snape goes undercover as one of harry’s classmates and gets to know harry, 93,784 words

- Close to the Chest Harry Potter, sequel to In Plain Sight, 37,115 words

-Under Your Skin Harry Potter, severitus AU where snape takes harry’s place in an umbridge detention and gets her ousted, 26,672 words

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do my absolute best to!!! The main reason I write fanfic is because I love the community around it! But sometimes I have to choose between responding to comments or working on the fic they commented on and I get the feeling that people would prefer that I write the fic rather than respond to their comments XD

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I’m not much of one for angsty endings, I love angsty beginnings/middles, but I like to end on hope. So that being said, I do have an incredibly angsty ending that I might write for worth living for i might also go the sappy happy ending i originally had in mind. i might do both. who knows.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

since I already answered the previous one with a fic that doesn’t have an actual ending, i’ll avoid saying how like home for this one since that technically does not have an ending. instead, i’ll say This Is Our Salvation a real world-ish drarry AU that’s kinda weird but is the second fic that came to mind and not enough people have read it to be able to contradict me so yeehaw baby

8. Do you get hate on fics?

much less now that I moderate comments on how like home! but yeah I do still sometimes get it, and it’s a bummer

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

not often, but like I love the community around fanfic, and people are weird about commenting on and interacting with explicit fics so it’s just not what I gravitate towards with my extremely limited writing time these days

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

nope!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

gonna combine these previous two into one because i once had someone use google translate to translate my fic into spanish and then posted it to wattpad (all without notifying me, as i request in my permissions statement on ao3) and what’s hilarious is spanish is the one language i’d be able to tell that it’s google translated rather than earnestly translated. i’ve had other people request to translate hlh to other languages, i gave them the go ahead, but as far as i can tell, nothing ever came of that

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

a couple times! the longest fic I co-wrote is no longer on my ao3 for various reasons, but I also worked with minryll on the aforementioned phoenixes are pests and @yes-i-am-happyaspie have a fic we’re co-writing that i SWEAR i will get back to!!!

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

i don’t like… go that hard for romantic ships.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

i will finish all my wips i swear to god. i will be eighty fucking years old chipping away at these bitches if i must, but they WILL be finished.

16. What are your writing strengths?

introspection baby! unfortunately that means my characters are probably way more emotionally intelligent than they should be based on canon but such is life

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

summarizing. there’s a reason hlh spans like. two weeks of time. that’s because i hate summarizing when i could spell out everything that happens. and i know it’s a problem and i’m working on it!!! but like not as hard as i should because it’s hardddddd 😭

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I haven’t really run into this issue, but hypothetically I’d need to find a confident speaker of the language to give my dialogue a pass before I’d be willing to publish it

19. First fandom you wrote for?

harry potter

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

how like home baby! it’s my pride and joy, my magnum opus, and white fucking whale that will never be over XD

i am going to tag @yes-i-am-happyaspie @ctrsara @ambpersand @gabagal @reachingforaspark @spagbol99 and that’s all i’ve got off my head even though i know i’m forgetting people

#tag game #thanks again for the tag!! that was fun <3

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G/t anon over here, I'm very glad to hear you understand my point of view and tbh I 100% agree with Tioga being a sentient, intelligent being capable of consent ❤️ Truth be told I did check through the Harkness test more than once (and they successfully passed it every time ofc) while reading the fics and before sending the ask, and although it's still not entirely my cup of tea I appreciate that part a little more now that I've spoken with you about it ^^

It's also worth noticing that Tioga/Giratina in the Cor Unum series definitely isn't an entity like any other, they're a powerful divinity not unlike Arceus (just writing down their name makes me want to have them disappear ewww) and tbf it's quite sad and unfair that in the PLA game they kept such a huge difference in knowledge and sentience between the two. For example Giratina simply roars their cry and fights like a normal pokemon would in battle, while Arceus is able to communicate and have conversations with you (even tho it's highly possible that the real Arceus is the one speaking, not the vessel/part of themselves the player receives after defeating them at the Hall of Origin) and can unleash their power with ease in a complex, multilayered boss fight. Also, even Dialga and Palkia are shown being capable of communicating via telepathy with their respective clan leader, while with Giratina we only get some... off-screen dialogue between them and Volo, before PLA events and in the post-game? The writers at GameFreak are literally so biased tbh xD I'm getting off track here but you get what I'm saying, lol

Yeah Non Mortem, Somni Fratrem (my knowledge of Latin grammar is literally so so rusty btw, apologies xD) will most likely kick me in the butt so hard lol, I love the Submas brothers a lot and I'm very curious to see how you're going to write them! x3 ❤️ also I forgot to mention it in the previous ask but omg I really liked Deus Nolens Exitus too! I'm a big fan of 'Volo wins!' scenarios but upon realizing he was secretly carrying all his followers' and everyone else's afflictions on his back like some kind of Atlas, it made me whine and weep immensely 😭 I was like "Volo no, baby… you gotta stop this, it's actually super unhealthy and it's hurting you so much!" 😭😭 He can be such a selfless character and I love him for that but omg, he really doesn't deserve any more pain, he's been through so much already 😞😞

Pater Peccavi is great so far btw! Tioga having to face different incarnations of Arceus with each chapter being a kind of trial is super interesting and thrilling! And I've just realized what you meant about the first letter of each tag being so important OMGGG, that's genius!!!! Also I'll definitely read Febris Amatoria too, cause the ending of chapter 3 from PP totally went over my head xD

Oderint Dum Metuant is just really good tbh! All the g/t interactions make it even more fun of course, and witnessing Volo being in distress pulled at my heartstrings too 🥺🥺 (Latios with his creepy hunger can fuck off btw, Latias is the superior sibling of the duo lol). Thankfully Tioga won against Carnifex, but omg the final chapter… aaaaaa the feels, when we finally catch up with how much time has passed since their fight, and what's been happening in the meantime while Tioga was asleep ;-;

Oh well, where to even begin xD I think it's basically canon how Arceus acts so mercilessly to Volo and mocks him too by favoring the player character instead of him (which isn't also completely true all the time btw, like the MC is literally unwillingly taken away from the present time and their family and friends, but Arceus never let them return home once they're done?? Like hello?? Who even does that!), but your version of Arceus is so cruel, sadistic and evil it could put Ghetsis Harmonia to shame and I like it xD I'm almost sure in saying they're the biggest divine bitch I've ever read about, lmfao xD

Also I absolutely get where your religious feelings come from, it must be very tough for you guys to deal with anything God-related if said God (whether they exist or not) is literally so apathetic they let anything happen to you and your ancestors for thousands of years :( it does resonate with Volo's story a lot tbf, taking also into account the fact that his people have disappeared from history (except him and Cogita ofc) and Arceus doesn't ever or even bring them up to the player :(( for this reason I'm sending you (and to Volo and Tioga too ofc) so many hugs! ❤️

Omg this ask is getting very long, but I wanted to mention two more things first:

I'm currently planning out to write a g/t story including a gender neutral Reader and Volo (it's a slow process but I'm getting there xD)

I've just made a meme about Tioga&Volo vs. Arceus but I can't send it to ya anonymously because Tumblr doesn't allow it, so this might be the last time I'll be addressing myself as g/t anon x3 tbh tho I think it's fair, we've been discussing stuff for a while and I feel like I can come off anon to keep chatting with you if it's okay!

yeah no it's completely fine for it not to be your thing! tbh i think i turned it over in my head for a few weeks before deciding i was comfortable with it so trust me you're all good haha

HMMM yes i definitely agree oh my god. the other gods really and truly got so much more communication than giratina, who was just painted at this primal and chaotic force... but at the same time GF has them capable of enough thought to, uh, come up with this whole plan of giving volo the spooky plate and having him collect all the plates so that it can cross over into our world and challenge arceus? like, pick a side, gamefreak. lol. how giratina got done dirty really did upset me as a long, LONG-time giratina fan (i've adored giratina ever since platinum first came out) not to mention that volo and giratina are supposed to, you know, have the same convictions and the same "heart" (hence cor unum in general) yet giratina is painted as this sorta feral beast not really capable of doing anything except for battling alongside volo... i really, really wish we had gotten more scenes of volo and giratina interacting, and volo speaking to them, and/or them speaking back, because there's no way volo just saw this fuck-all big dragon on the other side of our world and was like ah yes i know exactly what to do now. not to mention his comment about "i was the one to feed you the power you needed to take on arceus" like THEY MAKE IT A THROWAWAY LINE AND IT'S LIKE... WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT!!! did he transfer over his energy at regular intervals to nurse giratina (who likely had nearly given up by this point) back to (emotional, if not physical) health?? why don't we get any scenes of volo exhausted as hell from giving giratina energy and them comforting him?? WHERE ARE THESE SWEET, HUMANE MOMENTS, GAMEFREAK?? but they probably figure that makes him "too sympathetic" or some shit. give me a break. where are the hidden tapes GF i know you have them

jgdhjdg to be fair in NMSF ingo is a little more reserved than you're used to due to being in hisui so long (didn't he seem more quiet to you?? i couldn't get that reserved ingo out of my head. god) but yeah i fucking love the submas twins and i was so excited to include them. i do have another little spinoff type thing that happens after the end of pater peccavi that is of the "ingo is zekrom, emmet is reshiram" variety where tioga and volo comfort the twins (but mostly emmet because he is their "train cutie" meaning they. er. Have Relations occasionally. and dote on him a lot and call him "emmie" lol) but i haven't posted it yet so NMSF and the end of pater peccavi are currently the only bits where the submas come into play... but more later :p

I'M SO GLAD YOU ENJOYED DEUS NOLENS EXITUS god it's one of my proudest works. i fucking loved writing it so much. you hit the damn nail on the head, volo taking everything on to himself and how fucking sad it is, like, you want to let him and tioga and everyone else live in peace, but at the same time it's obvious from how his priestesses react that volo taking it all onto himself is not okay with him, and they would all much rather experience their own suffering than have him take it onto himself... tioga getting their memories back and being upset volo lobotomized them hurt so fucking much to write lmao especially because they are COMPLETELY AWARE that he did it because he loves them, but taking away the part of them that is so invested in protecting him? is something they can't abide. which sucks because volo wants so badly to be able to protect them the way they protect him, because, like, he's in love, and that's just what you do when you're in love... but. augh. anyway

IRONICALLY LATIOS IS ACTUALLY MY FAVORITE OF THE SIBLINGS but also this particular latios would be pokemon heroes's latios's father (the one that died that bianca and lorenzo talk about in the beginning of the movie, the one that movie-latios and latias fly around with in the end) which is solely because heroes!latios's dad is revered as this self-sacrificing hero and i think it would be really fucking funny if, like, he definitely was a hero, no argument there, but also was just like. irritating as hell and had a petty feud with giratina. i dunno i was just like god this would be funny as fuck and serve to be like "hey yeah heroes are heroes and he did a great thing but like he was also a person, and people are flawed, and he had this stupid schoolyard animosity towards giratina" LMAO. still love him. def not going for a "people who do great things don't deserve the accolades because they're people too and they do shitty things", more of a "wouldn't it be fucking hysterical if" sort of thing LOL

OH I DEFINITELY AGREE like it did not ask reikari if they were ok with being sent back in time away from anyone they ever knew, and it didn't f*cking send them back afterwards! what the hell! i'll always be mad about that. and volo is definitely pissed about it too when he finds out. if reikari came to him and was like "do you know why arceus would do this and then. not send me back." volo would be like are you fucking serious? i may not like you but this is completely unsurprising and i'm, like, angry for you. LIKE... literally fucking hate arceus and whenever i see people characterizing volo as if he worships the thing (he does say he "worshiped it as the creator of our world" but it's worth noting he says this in past tense... which is exactly what i, as a formerly religious jew, and now an atheist one for the exact same reasons as volo, would say about my former self), i'm always like. no i don't think you get it. volo doesn't want to meet arceus so that he can be its treasured disciple or anything. he literally canonically says he wants to dethrone it and make a new and better world than the shit one arceus made where people suffer and it does nothing to help. LIKE........ the audacity of people to be all "they'd be best friends :) he'd worship at its feet :)" im like did we play the same game. just asking. HJGHJFCG

(also thank u for the hugs i appreciate it hgjdfg you would not believe how much i see people telling us to "get over" what happened to us n other reprehensible shit like that lol like sure let me get over the repeated attempts at genocide of my people, literally like. multiple per century. and how the god we trusted has like. abandoned us. that's just my opinion of course and i highly respect any jew who is still religious and still trusts hashem but for me i'm fuckin done believing or at the very least he's gonna have to fucking answer for a lot of shit if he does end up existing lol)

oh my god i would LOOOOVE to read that thing :3 make sure u send it when it's ready! if you wouldnt mind hehe. and YEAH OF COURSE omg... tbh we will probably continue this convo over discord considering how fuckin long it's gotten (dw i love it) if you don't mind! but i am like so eager to see this meme now LMAO

#Anonymous #ghghdjg i loved waking up to this I USED TO GET LONG ASKS LIKE THIS A LOT...#well not this long bc ask character limit existed #BUUUUT i used to have these convos with anons all the time #and now everyone's like STAY 15 FT AWAY FROM EACH OTHER AT ALL TIMES it makes me sad #i love people i love being friends with people etc #i always wanna talk to people :p #long post /

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amiablyinept · 19 days ago

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Omg thanks for tagging me!

Apologies for responding so late.

My AO3 WRAPPED!

(I guess even though I haven't done much with my account)

Q1: Biggest Surprise While Writing This Year?

I think my biggest surprise I had this year was beginning to start writing stuff like fics and au's but also writing down ideas and character analysis'. I didn't really do much writing in previous years because I just had so many ideas and I felt like I couldn't verbally explain them so writing them down would also be pointless.

Q2: How Many WIPS Do You Have In Your Docs For Next Year?

I got like so many (which are never gonna be finished) jk. I want to try to work on a few of them and finish them before the year is over but watch out 2025 I got ideas and plenty of them, so keep an eye out!

Q3: Favorite Character To Write This Year?

I really enjoyed writing about Alk (Unknown character moment), I think he was the first character that I wrote about that began my whole writing journey for the year. I wanted to explore his compassionate and helpful personality that he always showed in each different world, just his eager willingness to help out anyone in need. So I wrote about a new world and was able to tie in some other character backstory elements that I wanted closure for and I discovered how much I like writing about character personality and making the reader connect with them.

Q4: The Character That Gave You The Most Trouble To Write This Year?

Cheating a little because I didn't have trouble writing about one character but rather multiple and it was specifically their relationships. I had a few ideas for my Starview fic (gonna rewrite it probably) but most of the interactions I wrote about came from some friends, and they mostly suggested a bunch of ships which I had no experience writing about. I just felt like the ships these people gave me had a reason for existing and if I wrote it wrong or presented it in a way different than what my friend envisioned the relationship to be like, then it'd ruin the relationship altogether.

Q5: What Is One Pairing You Want To Explore Next Year?

All of them. I'm not really versed with writing about ships/pairs but I'd like to try some next year.

Q6: Did You Recieve Any Gifts This Year?

Huge massive gift I recieved this year was discovering and then subsequently contributing to the community I've found on here. I cherish each interaction and friend I've made on here (a few of them i'm like "??? why did you follow me you're literally so cool hello???".

Q7: Did You Do Any Collaborative Works This Year?

I was supposed to xd, still haven't gone through on it though. Sorry Anna~

Q8: What Do You Listen To When You Are Writing?

Awful terrible question to answer because I listen to like the weirdest things and also everything lol. Currently it's kpop and eurovision (plsplspls eesti laul) but I usually just work in silence and I try to go outside and listen to rustling and chirping.

Q9: Favorite Line Or Passage You Wrote This Year?

Shout out to Grandpa Wagner because after writing this I began to talk archaically for a few weeks :]

don't look at the dialogue embedding idk what im doing

I'll tag @angelswaiting who I think is basically the entire reason I decided to write on here and stopped being a repost and admire from distance blog, because of their whole Cybertronian Religion HC/Ideas, cause I LOVE worldbuilding when it comes to systems and behavior.

A03 wrapped 2024

tagged by @thefandomlesbian

1.) Biggest surprise while writing this year?

Falling crazyfuckinginlove with fanfic again.

2.) How many WIPs do you have in your docs for next year?

I am so not a multi-chapter kinda gal, so... not many. Notes for a few maybe-things, in that one-line-ish way.

3.) Favorite character to write this year?

Greg House. (Close tie between him and Wilson. Mostly, this has been the year of Hilson.)

4.) The character that gave you the most trouble this year?

Greg House.

5.) What's one pairing you want to explore next year?

I honestly have no idea. On the House front, I have been loving the femslash: Stacy/Cuddy, Stacy/Amber, Cameron/Thirteen, Thirteen/Amber, Bonnie/Nora...

In other fandoms: Miles O'Brien/Will Kayden, Hal Wyler/Kate Wyler, the Doctor Odyssey trio...

(Mostly though if next year is a fic year I think there will be more Hilson, and maybe a little bit of the ineffable husbands, and some space station bros, and the ongoing trickle of the panel-show-host-bromance thing.)

6.) Did you receive any gifts this year?

No A03 gifts but I did take part in @housemdanniversary over here!

7.) Did you do any collaborative works this year?

Nope.

8.) What do you listen to while writing?

Silence / old episodes of the show / silence.

9.) Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

These things are always impossible but I really like this moment, in which Wilson leans in to the gay chicken.

“Well, that’s ridiculous,” Wilson says immediately. And then. He doesn’t know quite why. But the devilish part of him - the part of him most frequently seen in the presence of one Gregory House - prods him. “Gay marriage still isn’t legal in New Jersey. Which is an outrage, by the way.” (Autopilot)

TAGGING: @more-mousebites @oriley42 @starry-scarl3tt @malcolm-f-tucker @sillyhyperfixator @deanbane @zambehnation

[as, like, encouragement if you wish to do so but with no pressure, and also in no way discouraging others from doing this thing, and omg so many disclaimers look this is fun jump in if you want]

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bloopitynoot · 4 months ago

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Reading SVSSS: Chapter 1

For those who don't know, I am reading SVSSS for the first time and sharing my thoughts!

If you have not read it, there will be spoilers! Consider this a warning.

Also- if you want to follow along, I am aiming to post updates daily. You can find all the posts in the tag bloopitynoot reads SVSSS. You can also check out the intro post for context on my read.

Chapter 1: Scum

two seconds in an i'm already intrigued by the "anti-anti" dynamic. We have an anti-hero Luo Binghe and the "anti" fan Shen Yuan. p.9

honestly we live for a king like Shen Yuan though - bless those fans who make concise summaries in the epic fandoms. p.9

Fucking hell Luo Binghe :( p.10

Side note unrelated to the plot of this- the amount of page flips I have done to hit that guide at the back these first couple pages; outrageous.

in relation to point "Fucking hell luo binghe :(" even his teacher is Bullshit. p.10

ENDLESS ABYSS?! p 11

okay, but listen, is it truly the dark path if he's part demon? like isn't that the correct path for him? p.13

to clarify the previous point- I was rooting for him until he "began to eradicate each one of the human realm's great righteous sects" p.12

like okay, those who wronged him, totally fine- but everyone though?

crying at this authors name LOL p.12

I get it Shen Yuan- big same. I'd be pissed too (re: dying at the end of the shitty book) p.13

the RAGE of his dying breath oh no ahahahaha p.13

Shen Yuan has trained his entire life for this moment (re: transmigration) p.16

oh god "please ensure that no score falls below zero, or the system will automatically mete out punishment" p17

Well damn. I wouldn't want that either (re Shen Qingqiu's fate) p.19

this point system is WILD. Poor guy dies if he fails, jesus p.20

honestly same, if I was transmigrated into the body of a martial magic man, I would be checking out my new body too p. 23

YES. POINTS FOR PLOTHOLE RESOLITIONS!! p. 24

Shen Yuan/Shen Qingqiu: ERROR 404 p 26

okay thoughts: this is such a crazy role to navigate. he knows what's theoretically going to happen but he has to change the plot WITHOUT breaking character p.29

RE: ERROR 404. Super gross that he was having these thoughts about a CHILD. I did not know Luo Binghe IS FOURTEEN at this point. :( p.30

omg. he's (shen yuan/shen qingqiu) also over here talking about finding a girlfriend LOL p31.

i'm crying XD "Holy Shit" p.33

at least Shen Yuan is aware that Shen Qingqiu is NASTY. p.35

Ming Fan is vile too- SO rude. p.38

oh no, im nervous for Luo Binghe (re- his necklace and Ming Fan's squad) p. 40

okay but honestly he deserves it. He (shen yuan/shen qingqiu) just got points removed for the leaf thing and now he's over here doing it again. p.46

the SASS he (Shen yuan) is giving this system p.50

oh jeeze the fact that Shen Yuan/Shen Qingqiu is unlocking new content is STRESS. p55. Like he is barely surviving the plot, it's been like 10 minutes, and he's over here unlocking a side quest already

finding a loophole to help Luo Binghe- I love it! p59.

This concludes my first chapter!!! Hopefully I have a new chapter tomorrow

#bloopitynoot reads svsss #mxtx svsss #svsss #svsss spoilers #i'm already in it #i love the system as a character #so much sass already

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kawaii-bento-monster-blog · 7 years ago

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hello i took a special bonus picture

decoya + ecoya = (d)ecoya! 🌍🌸🌹💖

(follow-up to this)

#boueibu #akoya gero #decoya adventures #maybe I'll post decoya updates periodically and use that tag XD #also omg thank you to everyone who left kind tags and comments on my previous post!! <333 #I was very flattered and overwhelmed by how nice everyone was ;---; THANK YOU SO MUCH!! <3 #It made me very happy and I'm so grateful that you love my little decoya!! He loves you all too!!

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jotatetsuken · 3 years ago

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Knock You Down (JJK x JJBA Crossover)

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x Fem! Reader, Bruno Bucciarati x Fem! Reader

Trope: Love Triangles, Modern AU, Mafia AU mixed with College AU from JJK side

Summary: Set up in an AU where there's no presence of supernatural abilities (like cursed energies or Stands), you'd come to Italy to start a new life. That's where you meet Bruno Bucciarati, the owner of the Libeccio restaurant in Naples, and he might have a secret to hide. Despite reeling over your previous breakup, you decide to befriend him anyway, and both of you date and fall in love. However, on the 4th anniversary of the opening of Libeccio, you and Bruno have a chance encounter with Satoru Gojo, who's a professor at Tokyo University, and your ex-boyfriend with whom you had a terrible breakup, and he's looking to make it up to you. Who will you choose? Or would you be able to choose?

Word Count: 5785

Warnings: Mentions of drug trading, mafia, a tad bit of harassment, trauma, dying, suggestive content (like mentions of having sex and stuff), nightmares, anxiety, breaking in, punching, shooting. Please lmk if I miss any <33

Beta Reading: @saltyvanilla ♥️♥️

Brainstorming: @cuz-like-why-not ♥️♥️

Taglist: @beware-of-the-rogue @2dmensupermercy @bmthevick @akaashi-todorki @mrskenmakozume @ohtobiors @novaresque @tiddieluvr @pencilpoked-heart @quirrrky @megumischubbycheeks @sabyss @hyeque @cirigiri @izu-fi @p-antomime @xshinigamikittenx

Please fill this if you want to be a part of the tag list for this story and for more JJK, JJBA, and other fandom content :)

Shyna's Seiyuu Birthday Celebration

A/N: So, Feb 20th was Yuichi Nakamura's birthday and I figured why not do something different? Well, about Satoru Gojo, it's very rare to find people that don't like him, and for good reason too. He's smart, he's strong, he's witty, he's cheeky, he's very good-looking too. His blue eyes are so dreamy...okay okay I digress. Then I restart watching Golden Wind and I come across Bruno Bucciarati and I'm like Bruno, omg Bruno! What a guy! I absolutely love this man and his power. So, I came up with an idea to do a crossover :D That way, two of my favorite fandoms can come together ^_^ In any case, I'm having a JJK and JJBA brain rot rn xD Anyway, the storyline is mine, the banner's mine too, but all the characters of Jujutsu Kaisen belong to Gege Akutami and of Jojo's Bizarre Adventure belong to Hirohiko Araki :) Reblogs, likes, and comments, especially reblogs, are highly, highly appreciated.

Song: Knock You Down - Keri Hilson ft. Ne-Yo, Kanye West

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Say you gotta take the good with the bad, happy and the sad But when you bring a better future than I had in the past Oh, 'cause I don't wanna make the same mistakes I did I don't wanna fall back on my face again

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Your tired body slumped into the bed of your hotel room, completely exhausted. As you lay on the mattress, the softness embraced you, making you feel comfortable and relaxed. You made this room your temporary home when you fled Japan without telling anyone except your closest friends and family members. You didn't want to live in an environment where your past memories tortured you day after day, month after month. Each corner of Tokyo brought back memories of a certain someone, and every time you thought of him, your heart ached. You wanted him back, you wanted your bed to be occupied along with you by a certain silver-haired man whose azure eyes still linger in your memories, but you couldn’t.

Your decision to move to Italy was made seemingly on a whim. Your desire to travel to Europe led you to learn some European languages, of which you quickly learned Italian. It provided a significant benefit to you, especially when you were unable to communicate in English alone, not that you couldn't. English was your second language, and you were quite proficient in it. Italian was, however, better aid when people asked you for your belongings, money, or anything too valuable to lose than English was. You decided to explore Naples and discover its natural beauty after getting tired of the hotel food. The plethora of colors that adorned the buildings and the pristine blue sea that kissed the sand all too often completely awed you as you walked along the streets of Naples, felt the breeze graze your skin, and breathed the fresh air. The next thing you know you're on an ominous street full of drug dealers.

As you turned either way, you felt an uncertain feeling creeping in. The pace of your steps increased as your breathing hitched by the second, only to be abruptly halted by a strange-looking individual. Jet-black hair complemented his light brown skin, and he wore a red t-shirt and black jeans. He then began to approach you. “Hey, baby,” he said while cornering you to a wall, coming closer to you and saying with a smirk, “you seem to be new here in town, by any chance, do you have anything on you, if you know what I mean?” You nod your head in denial and start to stutter, “no...no… I don't," when a hand lands on the man's shoulder. That’s when you turn to see another man who may not look like what you'd normally see, but he seemed to have an air of authority around this place. “Oi,” that man scowled, “what do you think you’re doing, harassing this girl?” The first man shuddered in this man's presence, crying out to him, “I'm so sorry, Signore Bruno...please spare me.”

When you finally turned to “Bruno,” you got to observe him up close, causing the tremor in your breath to slowly subside. He was quite tall, around 5 feet 10 inches, clad in an all-white suit covered with black spoon-like symbols with zippers all over the place. His suit also had an open chest with a lace-like top or a tattoo. There was something unique about his hairstyle. The chin-length black hair with bluish-gray highlights, with straight-cut bangs covering his forehead, was adorned by a braid that went along the top of his head with a hair clip at each side of the bangs. This complemented his beautiful skin, sky-blue eyes, and the warm smile that crept upon his face when he looked at you. Bruno then looked at the man that made you feel immensely uncomfortable and insecure and with his left hand, punched his face, growling at him, “as long as I am alive, these streets will not have any drug trade at all, and if I catch you so much as coming near her or anyone else for that, I'll make sure you'll never see the daylight again. Now, scram before I smack you again.”

This caused the stranger to shriek and disappear into another building. As you trembled in fear with your eyes closed, you clutched your purse. While all kinds of thoughts were running through your mind, you heard a calming "hey," causing you to break free from your train of thought. “Are you okay? 'I'm so sorry about that.' Bruno said in a calm tone, sensing that you were overwhelmed by what just transpired. You nodded in agreement, replying in broken Italian, “Yes, yes, I am. I was just wanting to get something to eat, when...” Bruno then chuckled in response, leaning against the wall with you, and said with a smile, “First of all, I do know English well, so we can communicate in that if you're comfortable.” This causes you to heave a sigh of relief as he continues, “Secondly, I just happen to know a restaurant, called Libeccio, just down the street.” You think about it for a moment, until he shrugs and says, “their squid pasta, porcini mushroom alfredo and grilled scallops are good.”

You nodded your head fervently, excited to go along with him, but you didn't know when you'd get to meet him next, after all, you didn't know his full name. “Excuse me, Signore,” you say as Bruno turns to you, after which you reply, “Can I please know who you are and how I can thank you?” He closed his eyes, smiled, and said, “I'm sorry, Signora, I forgot to introduce myself.” He puts his right hand forward and says, “Buon Giorno, I am Bruno Bucciarati, and you?” Sensing that Bruno seemed very kind, you smiled back, shook hands with him, and said, “Hello, I am (F/N) (L/N). A pleasure to meet you!” Bruno nodded in agreement, took you by your hand, and walked to Libeccio with you. You were certain Italy did seem to be a kind country now.

No sooner did Bruno and you enter Libeccio, than one of the waiters called out to him, “Signora Bruno, you are back!" How are you doing today? Would you like your usual?” Bruno chuckled in response, saying,“Hello, Lorenzo. I hope your family is doing well. Yes, please, I would like the usual for today. Also, to my right, someone who needs to be treated in this restaurant like family. Her name is (F/N) (L/N), and she’s new to Italy. We’ve got to show her the best that we have to offer!” All the waiters nodded in agreement. Lorenzo had brought another chair for you to sit beside Bruno, and they brought porcini mushroom alfredo for the reader and squid pasta for him. When you joined your hands and muttered “Itadakimasu,” and then dug in to eat, you couldn’t take in all the flavors that were bursting in your mouth. You were in awe of this dish, for some reason. You turn to Bruno and say, “this is the best thing I’ve ever eaten! How did you know of this place?” Bruno smiled at you and replied, “I actually own the place. It’s been a year since I opened this restaurant.” Your eyes widen in surprise as the fork falls off your hand, and your mouth gapes wide open.“But... you...”Bruno grins, saying, “you didn’t think you’d meet a restaurant owner, huh? So, tell me, (F/N). Where are you from?” You continue to eat and look at him while replying, “Japan. I wanted to start a new life in a new country, so I’m going to be working as a college professor in Maths.”

Bruno nodded in understanding as they continued eating as he noticed the tremor in your replies. “F/N,” Bruno calls out to you, causing you to turn to him while taking a glass of water. Exhaling, he asks, “I sense you're running from something. A prior relationship turning sour, I suppose.” Hearing this, you almost choke on the water in shock. How in the world did he figure this out? He smirks and continues, “I have a unique way of sensing when someone is lying. Usually, seeing people’s sweat or their heart pace as an indicator," he said while taking your wrist, checking your pulse rate, and beginning to think. “Hmm,” Bruno said. “You're not exactly lying, but you were hiding the fact. That's okay. I apologize if I got a bit too nosy. I didn't mean to pry. If you were from the enemy territory, however...”

“The enemy territory?” You ask. He nods in agreement, “I am a part of a mafia gang.” This new piece of information hit you like a brick. Trying to process all you'd gathered, in disbelief, you nervously chuckle and stand up from your seat. “Oh, um, I guess it's time to say bye…” until Bruno halts you by grabbing hold of your wrist and inquiring, “Where do you think you're going?” Your body starts to tremble, with you telling him, “Umm, I've seen it in many movies, this is how it goes when one learns of the other's identity…” Bruno laughed loudly, saying,"Oh, (F/N), you pure soul, I was just joking, don't worry." Your eyes widened in shock.“Really?” Bruno nods, “Yes, I'm not dangerous. I'm not a part of a mafia gang. It's sort of weird, especially because it's normal in Italy to associate yourself sometimes. However, I am friends with some, who I believe will want to bring change within the gang. Besides, people respect me here. They come to me to seek help in various situations. This is despite them knowing who I am. Why would I betray them, hmm?” You bite your lower lip in contemplation. You look at Bruno and realize that he seems trustworthy, but you need more time especially because of your past. He interrupts your train of thought by asking, “Would you like to get to know my friends? Maybe that will help you understand me more?” After a pregnant pause, you reply, “Uh, yes sure.”

Bruno then takes you to another room which had a few people talking among themselves. Clearing his throat, he gathers everyone's attention. “Everyone, this is (F/N) (L/N). She's just moved to Italy recently, and she seems to be in some sort of trouble. We need to look out for her, alright?” Everyone nodded at Bruno in agreement. Putting his hand on your shoulder ever so slightly, causing your cheeks to be rosy, Bruno smiles and replies. “(F/N), I'd like you to meet my friends, my family.” You look at everyone, causing them to nod to you in response. “This is Leone Abbacchio,” causing you to shake hands with a tall man with his white long hair having its ends spiked upwards.“Guido Mista”, you then meet a man clad in blue and red, with a red hat with blue designs and smiled and shook hands with him. “Narancia Ghirga,” caused the purplish black-clad boy to come forward and fist bump with you. “Pannacotta Fugo." You then turn to a blonde guy wearing a green suit and pants and a blue tie, causing you to think that he’s one of the smartest out of the lot, and then Bruno concludes by saying, “and here's our newest member, Giorno Giovanna.”

The turquoise-eyed, blonde-haired boy with three distinctive curls on the top clad in pink with blue ladybug pins smiles back at you and replies to Bucciarati as he approaches to shake your hand, “Oh, we have met. Hello again, (F/N).” You shake hands with, smile, and nod back at Giorno. Bruno widens his eyes and asks, “Have you? Where?” You turn to Bruno and respond, “Giorno was at the airport when he took me to the hotel. He was very kind towards me.” Suddenly, reality settles in. You were somehow standing in mafia territory and were clueless about what was going on. That didn’t make it easier for you to process. Fear suddenly starts to creep in you, with your heart pacing rapidly and your breathing becoming ragged. You reply with a hand on your chest, “Umm, I’m sorry. I don't know how to take all this in...”

“Chill, (F/N).” Narancia reassured you by coming forward and placing his hand on your shoulder. “We'll look out for you the way Bucciarati did for us.” You turn to him and ask,“Are you sure, Narancia?” Mista then comes forward to your other side, saying,“We're sure, (L/N). We're family after all.” The trembling in your body slowly starts to fade away. “Thank you, Mista. Thank you, everyone.” Over the next hour, you recount details of your past relationship, how everything transpired, and how you still miss him and want him, but can’t, for his safety. “Satoru Gojo, huh?” Bruno replied, causing you to nod in agreement. "Hmm, I'll look out for him for you." You shake your head in defiance and respond, "No, Bruno, that's not necessary." He then grabs your left hand and says, "No, I insist. As beautiful as you are, someone who's here for a second chance deserves one." You nod in reply, smiling in gratitude. That night, when you slept in your hotel room, after years of getting nightmares about Gojo, you finally dreamed of a certain restaurant owner who was slowly calming the storm in you.

Four years had passed since the first time you met Bruno Bucciarati and during that time, you'd learned a lot about him. Over the years, you'd learned that he had a harsh childhood, that his parents had divorced, and that he stayed with his father. You'd also learned the reason he had sheer prejudice against drug dealing was especially that his father caught two gangsters dealing with drugs on his boat and he was shot seven times as a result, dying years later due to complications from the gunshot wounds. What was worse was that the very mafia, whose protection he was planning on undertaking from those gangsters, was the one responsible for dealing the drugs that cost his father’s life. So, he later resolved to overthrow the mafia not by joining them, but from afar. Bruno confided in you that Giorno had joined the mafia with the same objective in mind, and that is how they bonded, although Bruno would tell Giorno to be careful from time to time.

Initially, you didn’t stop missing Gojo, not even for a minute. However, certain words from a former salaryman would keep popping up in your mind: “if you don’t break up with him, his parents are capable of disowning and disposing of him, quietly and quickly. You don’t want that, do you?” This causes you to be unable to sleep many nights. However, hanging out with Bruno’s team greatly helped you by providing you with the necessary environment you needed to survive in Italy. The addition of Trish Una, the daughter of the boss Giorno was working for, made you feel quite relieved as you found someone with whom you could confide. Sure, the pink-haired girl clad in black and hot pink with mathematical designs on her skirt seemed very obnoxious, rude, and spoiled at first, but you later found out that it was a front that she maintained because she never knew how to make friends.

With your similar music tastes, one of your favorite artists being Spice Girls, you two got closer and she later got to know about your history with Gojo. “It is truly sad that it had to come to this,” Trish said, “but let’s say he still had feelings for you, and you called it off with him. He must be thinking that you’re happy now, and he must be choosing to move on. I believe so should you.” You nodded, and Trish continued, “besides, I think Mr. Bruno seems to have a thing for you,” causing you to giggle in response. Then you write later in your daily journal that you were choosing to let Gojo go just for the sake of his safety and happiness.

As time passed by in the four years, you’d bonded with Bruno. You would dance with Mista, Narancia, and Fugo, causing Bruno to smile whenever you smiled. Abbacchio would share the stories of when he was a police officer and you’d bond with them sharing the memories of you teaching Itadori, Fushiguro, and Nobara, and how you missed them. Sometimes, you and Bruno would have deep conversations on your views of life, crime, people, faith, basically everything under the Sun.

Those moments turned into getaways when Bruno was too tired to deal with the people at the restaurant or the restaurant itself. You could see it in his eyes that he needed to sleep. So, there’d be days where he’d just nap on your lap for hours with Abbacchio taking over the reins. During this time, Bruno got you an apartment near the university where you could go and teach and come back safely, while you were unaware that the members of his team, his friends were secretly looking into the information that you provided about Gojo.

Bruno, was in reality, a part of the mafia gang, Passione, along with everyone else. He was especially one of the upcoming caporegimes with his team, responsible for protecting their assigned territory and collecting the protection money from the restaurant and their port of operations. Narancia would use his remote-controlled plane, Aerosmith, to watch over you and check if certain people were coming after you, while Mista kept improving his shooting skills with his gun, Sex Pistols. Abbacchio kept a stock of cassette tapes and recorders for interrogation, while Fugo and Giorno were devising ways to interrogate should Gojo show up using methods like Purple Haze and Gold Experience.

Amongst the number of things that you were doing for him, he noticed that you were slowly healing from the wounds of the past, the smiles on your face now displaying a genuine smile that was far brighter than he’d ever seen. One day, after two years of your friendship with him, while you were teaching in the class, you get a knock on your door and notice that a delivery man came to deliver this bouquet of your favorite flowers to you. When you open the card and see that it was from Bruno, causing you to blush. That was when Bruno knocks on your door, and says, “Hey,” and walks towards you. You then remember the times when he started to become excessively concerned about you and would giggle a tad bit harder at your jokes. He then said, “Giorno and Abbacchio convinced me to confess to you, else they’d take you away from me,” causing you and your students to giggle. “(Y/N),” he then says, holding your hands, “Would it be a problem if you went out with me?” You shake your head in disagreement and say, “No, I don’t think so.” Then, you two hug each other and once you both come out of the hug, he cups your cheeks and kisses your forehead, causing the whole class to erupt in cheers and both of you chuckling at each other.

It'd been two years since you and Bruno started dating and four years since you two met. You were slowly moved by his character, whenever he was compassionate to those around him, whenever he would take care of the residents of the area where Libeccio was. As a boyfriend, he was very gentle, intentional, and giving. Your intimate moments were full of passion and adoration, and he never brought work home. Yeah, Bruno moved in with you around that time, and you were actually considering saying the L-word to him. However, whenever you did, Gojo's face would materialize. You kept thinking to yourself as to why Gojo never left your subconscious.

One day, in the kitchen, while you were cooking something, you felt someone kiss your cheek and heard a "Y/N-chan" in the air. Your mind was wandering because you were confused, but when you came to your senses, the water that was boiling was about to spill, causing you to flinch. Bruno ran towards you and closed the stove, enveloping you in his arms. "Oh my god, (Y/N), I am so sorry. Are you okay? You don't look like it..." As kind and caring Bruno was, your mind did not stop thinking of Gojo, but you were not going to tell him that.

You ended up confiding in Trish, who said, "I know what you could do. On the fourth anniversary of Libeccio, say that you love him, despite Gojo’s image popping up. That way, you can truly be able to let go of him, because you have someone else. Bruno is a gentleman, and I don’t want you to lose him.” You nodded nervously, wondering if Mista was right about number four bringing bad luck.

It was the fourth anniversary of the opening of Libeccio. Everyone was excited and came in their best attires. Abbacchio wore a navy suit with green laces, Fugo wore a red suit with a black tie and strawberries, Giorno wore a blue suit with red ladybug brooches, and Narancia, Mista, and Bruno wore their usual outfits but they were well maintained. You wore a black off-shoulder gown with a diamond-studded belt. As everyone was enjoying the party, Bruno clinked his glass with a spoon, garnering everyone’s attention. “Everyone, I thank you all for coming. When Abbacchio and I started this restaurant, it was with this goal in mind: to serve all of you with the best Italian food Naples has to offer, and thankfully, we’ve had our best sales this year,” he started speaking, encouraging everyone to applaud in thunderous roars.

“We even included a small classroom here so that the kids can study, thanks to my dear girlfriend, (F/N) (L/N).” Everyone cheered for the two of you this time, while Bruno placed a chaste kiss on your lips, and he said, “I love you, (Y/N).” As you were about to say, “I love you too,” you noticed the presence of a certain silhouette. You then continued stuttering, “you too. Excuse me, I’ll be right back.” As you ran to the entrance, the silhouette now took the form of a silver-haired, blue-eyed, and shades-wearing man who smirked at you, saying “Y/N-chan!” Your breathing hitched, and your mouth gaped open, as you cried out loud, “Satoru!”

You were in the staff room, preparing your schedule for the week when you heard a couple of shrill voices screeching from outside the door, “It’s Satoru Gojo! The heir to the Gojo Industries! He’s going to be teaching here.” You rolled your eyes as you couldn’t be bothered about him. It was common knowledge that Gojo hailed from an influential family who wanted him to be an heir to their company. This was something that you’d heard often, but what you didn’t know and had learned about it recently, was that he did not want to listen to his parent's wishes. Defiant by nature, he supposedly cuts off ties with his family, studies at Tokyo University with Suguru Geto and Shoko Ieiri, become a top student, gains a master's and a doctorate in Economics, and takes up a job as an Economics professor in Tokyo University.

He then knocks on the door and calls out to you, “Hello there, beautiful!” You were disturbed from whatever you were doing and turned to talk down to him, but then you saw his eyes. His cerulean blue eyes. They really were blue, like no other. As you shook your head to bring you back to the present, you said, "I know you are new here, but could you please act professionally? You can't expect to be around women all the time." Gojo replied with a chuckle. As he leans forward to whisper in your ear, he says, "I know I can't expect anything, but I don't care how many women latch onto me, L/N-san. It's the only one I'm interested in." He smirks and chuckles as you widen your eyes at him, saying, "Have a good day, professor." You then roll your eyes at him.

The next few months would include both of you trying to bond, but Gojo’s nonchalant nature kept irking you constantly, which got him excited. Your banter was known to everyone, and everyone suspected a potential romance brewing. So, one day, You and Gojo were deciding to take additional classes for a couple of students. As you were about to leave the staff room, you opened the door to find it bolted. You banged on the door, asking people to let you out, but to no avail. You then check the time and it was past 9 PM. Reality dawned upon you. You and Gojo were stuck together. He immediately got excited at the idea.

“Come on, Y/N-chan! This will be fun, we can play truth or dare by ourselves.” You roll your eyes at him, and say, “It’s L/N-san to you, and how do you even know about my name?” He got into a thinking posture and said, “Oh, I think you were talking to Shoko the other day and that’s how I found out.” You were about to charge at him when he held you by your wrists and said, “come on, Y/N–chan. I know you secretly have a thing for me.” You scowled at him, only for him to lean towards you and kiss you. You had been kissed a couple of times before, but his kiss was full of passion and desire, yearning to be combusted. You may not have felt something for him, but you definitely wanted to get it out of your system. So, it was safe to say that you had your first time with him that night, over and over, and over again.

You two then began a six-month tryst of being friends with benefits and that’s when you learned that Gojo used to feel lonely at the top. Material wealth never brought him happiness, his parents made him feel worthless, but when he started teaching Itadori, Fushiguro, and Kugisaki, that’s when he felt like he belonged here. There were days where you were so tired of being treated like crap by the university that you’d dash into Gojo’s apartment and spent your day with him: you didn’t have sex, but you talked.

You even bonded with Suguru Geto and Dr. Shoko Ieiri, who were fellow professors in sports management and medicine respectively, and they helped you feel better in every way. One day, after you were done being intimate, Gojo looks at you and tells you, “Y/N-chan, thank you. For listening to me when no one else did, for helping me transition well, and for showing me that I am capable of falling in love.” You throw a small smile at him and say, “So, you finally fell for me, huh?” You chuckled but he did not move an inch. He nodded in agreement without speaking a word, causing you to be shocked. “Y/N-chan, will you be my girlfriend?” You nodded and charged forward to kiss him.

The next few years with Satoru went by like a breeze as you two only focused on your teaching jobs, your students, your friends, and each other. While the sex was on a whole another level, your relationship with Satoru had gotten deeper. He was a fan of excessive PDA so whenever he’d come to you, he’d either give you an Eskimo kiss, or a kiss on the temple or on your lips, just to piss the students off. It became obvious to everyone that you two were in love and couldn't be happier about it. What you two were unaware of, however, was the fact that Kento Nanami, the Gojo family’s trained assassin was lurking around in the shadows, analyzing the both of you.

Satoru has met your family and they liked him, often comparing you to him, filling the atmosphere with laughter galore. However whenever he was asked to introduce his family, he always brushed it off and he never introduced you to them, ‘cause when they did find out, Satoru was called for by his parents, who said that he had to come back to the company and that the university and you were spoiling him, however, he did not budge. You begged him about this issue and asked him, “what is the matter, Satoru? What are you not telling me?” He said, “growing up, my family was always rude to me, always mistreated me, abused me. And I’m supposed to act like it’s all okay? Y/N-chan, the Gojo Industries is actually a front, in reality, they trade drugs to different countries in the world. My parents want me to head the company and take over the trade. I don’t want to. I’m scared…”

Once he did tell you of his familial history, you heard a loud bang on the door. Nanami and Kiyotaka Ijichi broke into your apartment and while Nanami grabbed hold of you, Ijichi grabbed hold of Gojo and started mauling him. While you’re flailing your legs in the air and crying out “Satoru,” Nanami covers your mouth as he drags you into a room, muffling your screams. You could hear a myriad of punches on the other side of the door. Fear grips hold of you, with you feeling like your heart jumping out of the ribcage, sweat profusely escaping down all over, and your breathing being staggered.

The moment Nanami loosens his grip on your mouth, you scream out, “Satoru,” until the blond-haired, blue shirt, beige trousers and green tie-clad man covers your mouth tightly and whispers in your ear while clicking his tongue, “Tch, tch, tch. Did you really think Ijichi will stop? Just because he looks weak, that doesn’t mean that he isn’t a trained assassin. He very much is, just like I am. And I, Kento Nanami, come to bear news from Gojo’s family. Since they can’t get him married to any other person to further advance the control of the trade, because he’s dating you, you have to be the one to call it off. If you don’t break up with Satoru, if you don’t break up with him, his parents are capable of disowning and disposing of him, quietly and quickly. You don’t want that, do you?” This sent shivers down your spine, as your memories with Gojo flash before your eyes. He didn’t deserve to be involved in the midst of nefarious activities. All he wanted was to start a new life.

You nod your head in agreement, causing him to walk out of the room along with you, only for you to find Gojo’s face battered and bruised but smiling at you and then hugging him. Nanami and Ijichi escape, leading you to call Shoko and Suguru to the rescue. While Shoko was tending to Gojo’s bruises, you tell Suguru everything. “Suguru, I don’t know what to do. I love him, but…” He puts his hand on your shoulder, saying, “I know you do, Y/N, but, I have heard of Nanami. He never misses a mark, he always shoots at the target with 100% accuracy.” You glared at Suguru, surprised by what he just revealed to you. “Then, are you saying that I should call it off with him, huh? Where do I run off to?” Suguru then holds your shoulders and says, “wherever you feel you’ll be at peace, because trust me, Nanami will not stop chasing after you until you’re done with Gojo for sure.”

You then turn to Gojo, who is still recovering, and tell him, “We need to talk.” With Shoko and Suguru being witnesses to a beautiful relationship that has to forcefully break down, you tell Gojo this is too much for you and you need to break up. Gojo surprisingly nods in agreement, all the four of you embracing and crying in response. Later, you pack your bags and Suguru helps you book tickets to Italy and you leave the apartment, notwithstanding the fact that you were oblivious to Gojo’s silent sobs and his emotional spirit crumbling behind you.

In the present, you saw a man in a black full sleeve shirt, white trousers, and black shades. With his silver hair, this blue-eyed man immediately caught your attention. “Satoru,” you stutter, “what are you doing here?” He smiled at you, and said, “I came here for you.” You widen your eyes in confusion, “how come?” Exhaling, Gojo says, “I know the truth. About why you broke off with me, (Y/N)-chan. I’m not someone that needs to be saved. I can protect myself. So, with Suguru’s help, I looked into the routes that my parent’s company takes to trade drugs and it turns out that it supplies drugs to Italy. The gang’s name is…”

Your mouth gapes wide open, “Passione. Wait, does that mean…” That’s when you hear Bruno call out to you, and he sees Gojo. “Y/N,” he says softly, causing you to look at him bewildered. “What is going on, Bruno? What are you not telling me?” Sighing, Bruno fesses up. “Y/N, all of us, excluding Trish and including Giorno, are a part of Passione. I found out about Gojo, through one of the routes that his family company takes for trading. I’m in this organization to bring it down, along with Giorno.”

Hearing this causes you to look at both Gojo and Bruno with your face turning pale as you feel dizzy. You were unsure on whose hands to put your life in, causing you to lose your balance. As you are able to faint, you hear clangor around you as you steadied yourself and opened your eyes to see that Gojo has been shot. You turn in the direction of the gunshot to see Mista with his hands up and his pistol in his hand. “No, Y/N, I did not shoot on purpose, he made me do it,” pointing in the direction of what looked like Nanami appearing from the shadows.

You then realized that Nanami never stopped keeping tabs on either you or Gojo. You scream “Satoru,” as you run to him while Abbacchio and Fugo run to catch Nanami. When you see Gojo in a bloodied state as four bullets hit him, memories of your relationship flashes before your eyes. You start sobbing and crying, telling Gojo, “babe, it will be okay, please don’t die on me, please, please” and you swat Bruno’s hand off of you, screaming, “don’t touch me, liar,” as Bruno looks at the whole thing in shock. You were now sure that love definitely had a way of coming around and knocking you down, and you would never feel the same again.

Did y’all think I’ll finish the story here? Hehehe. Not yet, friends. There’s a saying that goes in Hindi, “picture abhi baaki hai mere dost,” (there’s still the movie left, my friend), so if y’all want a part two for this, then this has to be reblogged and liked and commented on. Hehe. <33

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