#⭒ : ⸺ 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 // body

[hazbinhive]

" you can't do THIS. our LORD would never allow this. "

the council has been arguing for months. trying to figure out what to do as the day of the extermination draws closer. Chastity had taken Sera's place, account to her ... sudden illness. no one but Chastity knew the truth. " and yet, he has allowed us to make the EXORCIST LEGION. i'm sure he would have wiped them out in an instant if it wasn't something that aligned with his vision. yet, here they are. still living and breathing. waiting for their next command. " this got the members to quiet down. silently agreeing with his point even if hesitantly slow.

" in the end, its to keep the balance between HEAVEN and HELL. its for the good of us all. as unfortunate as the solution is. "

" but ... what about the redeemed sinner ..? doesn't that prove the PRINCESS' idea works? " one member points out. Chastity almost cracks the marbled table as he holds himself back, the violent urge to snap them in half rising in an instant. " that's one out of MILLIONS. it'd take another millennia to even get barely half of the population up here. we, ourselves, may be eternal but there'll be more sinners by the time redemption becomes an efficient method. " another rumble through the council. another hesitant agreement. the virtue stands up. " if you do not come to an agreement by the last day before the EXTERMINATION, i will take that as the green light to continue them and the liberty to lead the advance. " that causes an uproar.

" does SERA even know what you're doing?! "

" of course she does ... and if you don't believe me .. "

Y̵̷̛̤͍̅́̕O̵̷̪̰ͩ͆ͅU̸̫̠̰͈̕ C̸̣̭͖̤̒̈͊͟Ȧ̶̵̗̳N̰̜͉͔ͬ̽͢ Ȧ̶̵̗̳S̵̶̮̬͖̄͑͟K̦̖̙̱̮̐̌ H̶̪͍̒ͥ͑̓E̸̖̪̱͚ͨ̀͜Ŗ̴̪̈̄͞ Y̵̷̛̤͍̅́̕O̵̷̪̰ͩ͆ͅU̸̫̠̰͈̕Ŗ̴̪̈̄͞S̵̶̮̬͖̄͑͟E̸̖̪̱͚ͨ̀͜L̳͈͉̅̊F̵̦̺͕́̐͟.

[nghtmarish]

@dcviline ; needy : this is between you & me. memes from the old blog.

    𝐰𝐡𝐲  𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭  𝐬𝐡𝐞  𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞  𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭  𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝  𝐨𝐮𝐭  𝐨𝐟  𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐰𝐚𝐲?   she  would've  just  made  it  so  that  it  could  be  the  two  of  them,  they  were  all  each  other  needed.   it's  like  needy  always  says   -    𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐱  𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞  𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫  𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬.   and  yet  here  she  was  trying  to  stop  her  from  making  herself  strong  again  and  getting  rid  of  the  one  person  who  was  in  their  way,  chip.   why  couldn't  needy  just  step  aside,  let  her  do  what  she  needs  to  do  and  they  could  just  go  on  like  nothing  was  different?   she  didn't  want  to  have  to  hurt  needy,  but  she  would  if  it  was  to    𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭   herself.   jennifer  narrowed  her  eyes  at  her,  teeth  baring  as  she  looked  at  her,   "   fine.   just  let  me  finish  what  i  need  to  do  and  then  i'll  deal  with  you   .   .   .   you  really  have  to  ruin  everything,  don't  you?!    "

[cin3mas]

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— 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦

[𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫] dewdrop ghoul x ghost!reader

[𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰, 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐮𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐥]

a/n: dewdrop’s dick glows, that is your warning ;)

dewdrop knew his room was haunted, the constant tapping on the stained glass window late at night always reminded him.

“must you tap so loud?” he asks out loud while covering his ears with his pillow. “a certain fire ghoul is trying to sleep!”

the tapping stops and dewdrop feels a cold presence next to him on the bed.

“what now?”

silence.

“i can’t help you if you don’t use your words, you know that.”

“can i see some of your fire again?” you ask quietly.

dewdrop groans before sitting up and look at your almost transparent face with a soft glare. you don’t react to his glare only staring in anticipation for the fire he produces.

“you’re so annoying.”

dewdrop holds out his hand to you as you watch an orange glow start to flow through his veins. you attempt to hold it and bring it closer but your hands disappear has you try to get near the faint glow he has on his hand.

you huff in defeat but continue watching his hand.

“i’m not sure why you like it so much. the light makes your form dissipate, you can’t be near it or in it.”

“is it warm?” your eyes are still locked on his hand.

he notices how you don’t respond to his previous statement but he decides not to press it.

“it’s hot and it burns humans, but i’m use to it.”

“does it hurt to use your powers?”

“not anymore.”

“i miss the light, i miss how it felt against my skin it was all warm.”

there’s a silence between the two of you.

“dewdrop…” your hand moves over his glowing one to try to move it away, he understands and the warm glow fades out as he moves his hand to his side.

“can i touch you now?” you move closer.

“yes.”

the light may make you unable to be seen or touched, but in the dark it’s like you’re a solid being again and in the darkness your lips crash into his as you’re finally able to feel him against your cold skin.

dewdrop’s warm hand cups your cold cheek as you push him to lay on the bed so you can crawl on top of him and you slip your tongue into his mouth. dewdrop’s free hand finds a spot on the small of your back and for a brief moment you can feel warmth spread throughout your body.

“if you weren’t dead—”

“i know.” you pull away from his lips, a trail of saliva briefly connecting you two before snapping.

light from the sunrise starts to spill through the stain glass window, creating a beautiful rainbow effect that shines on the floor. the light begins to creep towards the bed the two of you sit on and you know you’ll be gone until nightfall again.

“thank you dew, till tonight.” you lean in and place one more kiss before the light shines on you, forcing you to disappear.

dewdrop sits alone in his room.

the next night dewdrop wastes no time the moment you tap on the glass. he practically shoots up and scans the room for your figure.

“someone missed me.” you giggle appearing at the foot of his bed.

dewdrop moves and pulls you onto the bed and hovers over you.

“of course i did.” he says before kissing you passionately.

a part of you is caught off guard but you quickly act on the situation and wrap your arms around his neck to deep the kiss.

dewdrop’s hands find their place on your waist as he starts kissing your jaw, then your neck and down your chest.

“i’ll never let the light touch you again, you are mine. it’s not allowed to take you from me.”

his touches burn your freezing skin and the temperature difference shoots pleasure between your legs.

“dew…”

his hand travels to the space between your legs and you can’t help but let out some lewd sounds at the feeling of his warm hand touching you.

“i will be your light, i will touch you and give you the warmth you crave.”

his fangs ghost over your skin as his fingers slip into your entrance hitting a sweet spot that makes your legs go numb almost immediately.

“fuck dew.” you moan out tangling your hand in his hair.

“i am going to fill you, turn over.” you quickly obey his instructions and turn over.

dewdrop grabs you by your thighs and pulls you so you’re flush to his crotch and you can feel how hard he is. he makes quick work of his pants and he gives himself a few pumps to spread the precum leaking out all around his cock before you pushes into you with ease.

“fucckkkk that’s it, relax baby.”

his hand trails from your ass down your back and up to the back of your neck.

“i’m going to start moving.” you whimper in response and nod, giving him the go ahead.

with each thrust more warmth spreads through your body and your moans start sounding borderline pornographic.

“i wonder…” dewdrop whispers to himself while shoving your head into his pillow.

dewdrop watches his cock continue to disappear into you and can’t help but think if he uses his powers and produces a very soft glow in his veins you’ll go semi transparent and he’ll be able to see himself inside you.

his thoughts are clouded by arousal and feeling you squeeze him so tight is going to send him over the edge.

“fuck it.” dewdrop mutters before using his powers to see himself inside you. “shit that’s hot, fuck i’m going to cum.”

“me too, cum with me dew.”

his eyes are glued on that soft light that moves in you and he feels himself cum undone inside you as you cum around him.

after cleaning you up drewdrop holds you close for the rest of the night and after almost an hour in his arms you realize that the fire ghoul had bought black out curtains and taped them together so the light wouldn’t come through.

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[kaisntbreathing]

𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐌 𝐗 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 PT 2

As requested part 2,

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 | 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎

𝐏𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢n𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞.

𝐓𝐖:

𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐦𝐚𝐣𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡, 𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐚𝐥

𝐀/𝐧:

𝐈 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 I 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨 𝐈 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠.

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@mari0-o

@ghostdoodlen

•☽────✧˖°˖☆˖°˖✧────☾•

And it all taken a turn for a worse you would only left him alone for moments taking your eyes off him for a moment to be able to focus on your enemy and that seemed to be enough time for the worst that happen.

As you heard a pain to yell from behind you and as soon as you spun around in the air everything seemed to slow down as you saw your husband fall to the ground as his golden blood splattered all over the brimstone below him as you cried out flying to his side as you held him in your arms as he bled out your eyes began to water.

"ADAM!"

As you held your dying lover in your arms he looked up at you weakly as his golden eyes looked up into your own eyes his eyes only held love as his light began to fade rapidly as he smiled a genuine smile not his usual smirk.

"I-I'm sorry Y/n....I love you."

"Don't say that shit Adam...You...You're going to be ok!"

You cried out as you held him in your arms desperately trying to heal him but your magic seemed to be depleted as you couldn't heal him properly as you shook and trembled with him in your arms as your salty hot tears soaked your face.

As he reached up weakly to wipe your way your tears he smiled as the blood seeped into your clothes and onto your hands.

"Please don't leave me...I still need you!"

"Maybe in another life....I love you and I always will ....Take care of Lute for me."

With that those were his final words to you as his body went limp in your arms as his eyes slowly fluttered shut as his chest deflated for the last time as you screamed out in agony and despair as you clutched onto his body.

"ADAM?! ADAM PLEASE THiS ISN'T FUNNY! PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME!"

You heard the sound of wings distantly beside you you didn't care enough to look up as tears aggressively fell from your eyes as they soaked his face and your own as you held on to him as his body slowly started to disintegrate.

"NO PLEASE!"

He started to disappear as golden dust was all that was left of his body as he faded into nothingness as all that was left to him was his halo and the ring that was on his ring finger as you took his halo and his wedding ring that matched yours you looked up in despair.

Lucifer looked at you with the look of both anger yet sympathy as he didn't need to say anything verbally you knew what he was trying to tell you as you gripped onto the halo you looked at him one last time pure rage filled your body as you promise to take down the ones that took the one thing that mattered most to you away.

"All Exorcist fall back"

As you took off into the sky you looked back one more time as tears fell from your cheeks as all the angels that were left alive took off following you back to Heaven as you crossed back over into the pearly portal as you all made it back to Heaven you looked up at Lute as she ran to you crying.

"It's ok Lute...I-Its....."

Your voice trailed off as it cracked as you tried to speak as your tears prevented you from doing so instead you gripped onto Lute's uniform tightly as you held the poor girl as she shook she was going through just as much as you were Adam was her best friend.

After that day you and Lute became really close neither of you were seeing without one another as you'd often spend the night with her refusing to be alone.

After Adam died you both changed becoming more cold and distant than you ever were before and the other archangels notice this in you Emily and Sera we're very sympathetic towards you understanding that you were going through a lot losing your husband.

"Y/n...You're our friend...Tell us if you need anything ok?"

You appreciated everybody's sympathy but also wish they wouldn't treat you like you were made of glass.

One year later

It was extermination time again and it was at part of the year where you were reminded of it what was taken from you as you flew down to Hell you began your extermination killing demons left and right until you saw demon in the corner of your eye that was watching you not afraid of you but watching.

You looked at the demon as the demon looked oddly familiar but you couldn't place it as you got closer it then dawned on you who it really looked like.

"...Adam?"

[1-cardheart-1]

—“You’re Older brother’s hot”

{𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐌𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬/𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫: 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨, 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨, 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚} 𝐂𝐖: 𝐒𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐍𝐬𝐟𝐰, 𝐌𝐱𝐌, 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐮𝐛 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 (𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝)

Gojo

(𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐍𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲)

•The first time you went to visit your younger sister’s school is when Gojo meets you and his jaw dropped seeing you for the first time. •“Is that your brother!?!!?” “What’s his name!?” •After you first met Gojo, he would bother Nobra and ask her about you every single day till she got annoyed with his harassment and gave him your phone number so he would stop bothering her (she says she isn’t sorry). •The night when he went home with your phone number he giggled and kicked his feet on his bed happily like a teenage girl and immediately went to text you that night to see if you’d like to hang out

•Flirts with you any chance he gets even if it’s in front of your own sister

•If he knew you were coming to visit the school campus he would wear his most expensive causal clothing and the best cologne he owns to show himself off to you

•Gojo would start making his students do a first-year bonding and “Surprisingly” bump into you on the way to the location and bring you along to the student bonding

•Whenever you have to leave Gojo would insist on shaking your hand for a bit so he could masturbate with the hand you touched later Geto

(𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐤𝐨𝐬 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲)

• You went to go to your sister's school since she forgot her lunch that you packed for her but got lost on the school campus and that’s when Geto found a handsome man wondering around his school and decided to help you get to her

• When you two were still in Highschool he was crazy over you (still is) He would drag you around places and refuse to let you go anywhere without him cause it’s too dangerous with all the curses out there

•He would tell Shoko about how hot you are while Gojo laughed in the background from her scrunched-up face

•Gojo would tease Geto about him having a crush on you then would go up to you and ask you who you have a crush on or what’s your type to see if Geto even has a chance with you

•One time Geto was bragging about how well he did at “work” that day and you patted his head and told him “Good boy”with a handsome smile. He went home with a beet-red face and a raging boner against his pants

•Loves it when you hug him

•He took you to the beach with him so he could have photos of you to jerk off to when he gets back home

Nanami

(𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐌𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩-𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐤𝐚 𝐓𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐢 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲)

•He knew you as the quite handsome worker from his favorite bakery shop and is always satisfied when you serve him at the bakery

•He started seeing you out of your job a lot since you were megumi's brother you happen to wonder around where curses are, he gets worried how often it happens. He made it his mission to make sure you didn’t end up injured or hurt

•He always comes over to your job when you are about to go on break so he could invite you to a cup of coffee and talk to you about your day

•His ears go red whenever you great him excitedly with your cute smile, oh how he wishes your pretty lips would press against his body, the thought has shivers go up his spine

•Offers to walk you anywhere and everywhere, Are you going to your car? He’ll walk you to your car like a gentleman. You’re going home but couldn’t drive you car there so you had to walk to work? Don’t worry! He’ll Drive you home and make sure you enter your house safely

•Refuse to refer to you as anything other than his friend out of embarrassment, No one can know our dear Nanami has a crush on someone

•He handed you his coat one time and when you returned it, it had you're sent all over it which made him feel all flustered, and then one thing led to another

Sukuna

(𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐈𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲)

• While itadori was walking around campus he saw you and Inumaki in the battle ground training together, you were there helping your little brother train he curse technique, And that’s how you slightly caught Sukuna's eye

•He harassed Itadori to switch bodies so he could go look at you which he refused Sukuna wasn’t very happy about that but they both agreed that Itadori would just ask about you and Sukuna would watch

•It turned out you were also a sorcerer who graduated a while ago and had your clan's speech technique like your brother's but kinda different, yours worked more like a siren call which allowed you to talk normally

• He would randomly pop his eye and his mouth out of Itadoris cheek to look at you or ask Itadori questions about you

•It was pretty obvious he liked you a lot more than others, Itadori would roll his eyes and eventually ask for your number and allowed Sukuna “Text” you when he pleads (Which was like every day) by texting it was more like Sukuna talking and Itadori typing it in to send to you

•At some point Sukuna attempted to summon you into his domain which finally worked and totally freaked you out the first time it happened, but after a while you’d get use to it and how he is always touching you in some sort of way. It amazes him that a human could send him into such lustful desires

•He definitely switched bodies with Itadori one night and stuck off of campus to see where you lived, he took a pair of your boxers with him back on campus for later uses, and he made sure to hide it where Itadori wouldn’t find it so he wouldn’t know about it

[leeknow-thoughts]

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𝝑𝝔 𝐤𝐞𝐲 :

(𝐦) - 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 [𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐧𝐢]

(𝐟) - 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

(𝐚) - 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭

(𝐬) - 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭

𝝑𝝔 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 : 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐢𝐨. 𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲

𝝑𝝔 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ! : 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 ! 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐡𝐞 !

୨୧ LEE KNOW

၄၃ happy anniversary ! (f)

೨౿tooth rotting fluff, petnames

၄၃ pretty when you cry (s) (a) (f)

೨౿ sub!Minho, Dom!f!reader, sex with feelings, p in v, mommy kink

၄၃ oral fixation with Minho (s) (m)

೨౿ oral fixation duhhhh, mommy!minho, lactation kink.... hear me out chat, written in bullet point format, MD/LG, DOMESTIC MD/LG lifestyle

၄၃ two different minhos (m) (s)

೨౿ smut (mdni), soft!Dom lee know(referred to as mommy), mean!Dom lee know (referred to as Minho), praise, mommy kink (what can I say I'm me), pet play themes, petnames, body worship, thigh riding, FREE USE, SOMNO, shower sex, mentions of poly!skz, fingering, oral, creampies, p in v, bullet point format, oral fixation, subspace, kinda somno, lmk if I missed anything!!!

၄၃ minho's hands and how he uses them [headcanons] (m) (s)

೨౿ oral fixation, oral sex, clit play, face slapping, spanking, size training, throat training, hair pulling, edging, squirting, pet play, mommy kink (I'm me), fingering, p in v, mentions of poly!skz, pee (at the end under the second lace banner)

၄၃ 2Man (m) (s) [MINCHAN]

೨౿ 3way, mxm action, mommy!Minho, daddy!chan, oral, jealous!minchan (YUMMYYYY), stoner!minchan bc I can, stoned 3way!!!, porn no plot, oral (min rec), spanking, petnames, p in v, praise, degrading???

၄၃ kiss it better (f) (a)

೨౿ tsundre!lee know, a guy being a creep, kissing, fluff, kinda angst, Han is the reader's older cousin, fem!reader, some petnames, overall soft

၄၃ endearing (s) (f) (m)

೨౿ they're in love your honor!! porn with so many feelings and a plot, p in v, foreplay, oral (reader rec.), petnames, angst if you squint, so much fluff, no clear dynamics but Minho is on top, realistic smut (a rarity on my page), slightly jealous!Minho if you squint, reader is Han's younger cousin and is one of the skz managers!! (read part 1 if you want more context!!!), drinking (nothing crazy but still felt like I should give a warning for it just in case), so many kisses,

၄၃ drag me down to hell / you'll hold my hand (f)

೨౿ silly!mimo, fluff!, one joke about sewerslide, slice of life

၄၃ 2Min x head

೨౿ bullet point format!, oral!, oral fixation, mentions of p in v

၄၃ Thinking about Dilf!Lee Know (s) (m)

೨౿ age gap!! mentions of p in v

၄၃ Make you feel my love (s) (m)

೨౿ soft!Dom Minho (referred to as mommy), mean!Dom Minho (referred to as Minho), spanking, clit play, porn no plot, one face slap, pussy slapping, degrading, uhhh guys I think that's it??

၄၃ Young and Innocent (s) (m)

೨౿ virgin reader, daddy!minho, p in v, mentions of oral, shower sex, overall pretty vanilla!

[merlieve]

Hello! I wanted to request a Gilbert x fem!reader where the reader seeks comfort within Gilbert’s arms after a devastating event in the reader life, the rest is up to you

i’m only me when i’m with you :: g.b

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐡𝐞/𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬, 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲-𝐯𝐮𝐥𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞.

𝐇𝐮𝐫𝐭/𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 | 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐬: 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐀𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞, 𝐬𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭!

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

[ Note: you know how i’m a SLUT for hurt comfort, so now i’m chugging this one out, also Dr. Gunn was a real medical publisher, i did my research. sorry if it’s shorter than usual it’s literally 4am ]

The [Last Name] household had been a well-respected family at Avonlea, their reputation of formality and intellect exceeding expectations. That’s why when [Name] had gotten an 80% on her mathematics evaluation, her father ridiculed her for her academic performance;

“How have you managed to get such a scarce grade in mathematics?! Are you an imbecile?” Screeched [Father’s Name], gripping his daughters' worksheet in his hand, veins in his head, almost about to burst. “You’ve shattered our family name!”

Standing in front of her disappointed father, [Name] could hardly do anything, tears flowing from her cheeks, as she felt her heart pounding against her chest.

[Mother’s Name] quickly shut down her husband’s behaviour, “We don’t have the time for this [Father’s Name], let's talk about this in a civilized manner -” “Who cares?! Our daughter’s an idiot!” Interrupted by her husband, she knew better than to fuel his fire. “Times like these, I ask myself if she’s even mine…” Whispered [Father’s Name], tearing [Name]’s worksheet until it was shredded.

As the papers fell in front of her trembling body, [Name] wasted no time in leaving her home, grabbing her coat and shunning the calls of her parents, pleading for her to come back.

…

While walking by the eye-catching rivers and cattle farms of her town, [Name] didn’t seem to enjoy the beautiful scenery, eyes blurry while being filled with tears. [Name] felt like there was no place to go, the once comfort of her own home felt like the last thing she wanted to go back to. If she had nowhere to go, why were her legs taking her to a certain Blythe’s home?

Knock, Knock. Knock.

The faded knocking on the front door startled Gilbert, who was scanning the latest book of Dr. Gunn, he hadn’t expected any visitors to come, ‘then again, it could be the wind,’ and dismissed it, but when he heard a faint; “Gilbert? Is anybody home?” He quickly ran down the stairs, sniffing his clothes to make sure he seemed decent enough.

Opening the door, Gilbert was alarmed at [Name]’s shaky body, “G-Gilbert…” sighed the girl before him, her lovely face drenched in tears. She wasted no moment collapsing in his arms, hugging him with all her baggage. “Don’t let go, please… I’m scared, I don’t know what to do, I have nowhere to go…” Whimpered [Name], shoving her face in his neck, inhaling her beloved’s scent.

Taken aback, Gilbert hadn’t expected [Name]’s sudden vulnerability, but he didn’t need to understand her to give the same amount of comfort back. Hearing her shaky breath, Gilbert’s heart was filled with compassion, “I will never let go. I’ll protect you, darling, I always have and never failed,” Placing his hand on the back of her head while the other patted her back, as he attempted to soothe her.

Whatever happens, [Name] always comes back to Gilbert.

[elvestoneanzelote1]

𝐀:𝐧- 𝐬𝗼 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝗼𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝗼𝗺𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝗺 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝗼𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝗼 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝗼𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐧𝗼𝐭! 𝐇𝗼𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝗼𝐮 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭/𝐧𝗼𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐭.

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐢 (𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐭𝗼𝐧𝐢𝐜) 𝐱 𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫.

. 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 2 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

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You were the elder sister of Osamu Dazai more (not really) you were more likely with him since he was young as you were 2-3 years older then him. You took care of him well.. More likely you work as pretty far even outside Japan, which lead to traveling too when need and let two people as caretaker look after him.

He knows he have a sister, he knows how you look like through the portrait of yours in the hallway of the small house.

After all the presents he get every birthday make it obvious. But his mind of joy was short lived as he never saw you.. Truly, He never saw you giving them the gift or even visit him.

The two caretaker mock him into implying that he is just a burden to you or sort.

The words hurts him more and more as he turn 14 as he finally attempted to kill himself.

As often it was you got the news making you to rush back to Japan.

Unfortunately, You were late.. He was taken by a doctor as the caretakers unfortunately found dead alarming you.

Your mind in frenzy and pain as you even lose your younger brother. Oh how you should have look after him yourself.

Yes you work at early of age more likely, due to your ability, been helpful though it was slightly illegal work but not murdering or sort.

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Time went by in two years, as your search came to an end as you work in Japan on those due to time force to resign that work that make you stay outside of Japan traveling and more likely you earn a lot through there. Which also one of the reason why you are able to live in Yokohama for now.

"Oi Dazai! Get your lazy butt to move!" Shouted a voice as your body move to where the voice was to see a certain ginger hair boy with a brunette you are familiar of or so you think.

"Ma~ Chuuya There is no-" he paused as his brown eye flickered onto yours that seems to be staring at him.

It widens a bit as he approach you, as Chuuya the ginger hair boy look confused as he followed suit.

"My what a lovely lady, what brings you here? Am I too handsome for you not able to lay eyes off from me?" Asked Dazai as You shook your head.

"I apologize for staring it is just you.. Look familiar"

"Oh? Perhaps so.. May I know your name, Miss?"

You were abit hesitant as you took notice of their clothing well.. Specifically The brunette clothing as The ginger hair male look casual.

"Don't hesistate, Well let us first introduced first.. I'm Osamu Dazai" said the brunette as your eyes widen a bit making him slightly confused by your reaction as he narrowed his eyes when Chuuya introduced himself to you.

His eyes are deceiving him.. Right? You look exactly like.. No.. Why would his adopted sister be here either way.. Right?

"I'm.. Y/n l/n"

Dazai couldn't help but smirk and glance at Chuuya signaling him to leave leading Chuuya be reluctant yet, does so.

"So.. Y/n L/n.. More likely... Oneesan" said Dazai as his eyes darken at you.

Your eyes widen at the mention word.

"So.. Your-"

"Indeed.. (Chuckles) the one and only.. I didn't thought.. You will finally come back to Japan after.. All this years of.. Isolating me" the last line of his word make your spine chill as your mouth was dry, unable to speak out.

"I.."

"Your job was tough.. I know but you never visit me.. Like I never exist.." He walk in circle around your form as he stop and took a strand of your hair.

"You know.. It hurt me.. Knowing well even if I have an elder sister who.. Adopted me.. She never visited me, Even if it was Christmas nor new year."

You were quiet as it was true you never visited Japan for quiet some time.

"I.."

"But that's alright after all your here now, we can always find the happiness together now.. I heard from others.. That"

His face lean up closer to your face making you take a step back.

"You have been searching for me for about a year! I was so happy but.. You stopped why Did you gave up so easily? Was I not worth anything?"

"N-no it's nothing like that, i-"

"That's alright now, Neesan after all.. Now I found you and we can always be together do you have a house? Perhaps so"

"I.. Do but.. "

"Hmm? Are you trying to leave me again?"

"O-of course not.. I can always visit your work, Dazai" you said as you smile a bit nervously.

He tilted his head a bit.

"Right you will be.. But can't I stay with you, Y/n-oneesan?"

"Um... Sure.. Sure..?" You muttered as he beamed and hugged you firmly as you couldn't help but feel you make a grave mistake.

A mistake on meeting Dazai again.

Just hope that at least you can have your freedom.

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A:n- that's all good day/night to you all.. hope you take care of yourself!!

[cruelangelshalo]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 - 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬

ᥫ᭡ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐋𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭𝐭 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐊𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲, 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐠𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬. 𝐀𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐉𝐉, 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟-𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐊𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐉𝐉 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐊𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟏𝐤

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐈'𝐦 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 :). 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞, 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐈 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝. 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐧 ��𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐨𝟑 <𝟑

Golden was the chandelier that casted gleam over Lainey’s face, drowning the main room of the Beckett estate in a dim haze, in an almost dreamlike manner. The faint warm light made Lainey’s auburn hair look almost copper, mirroring the striking image of Victoria Beckett, her mother, back when she was younger.

The room, ornamented with marble finery and subtle specks of gold, was swarmed with bodies —mostly friends and associates of Harold Beckett, a renowned businessman with ties to almost every important family on Kildare Island. Owners of a vast empire of properties across Figure 8, the Beckett family was the epitome of old money, a legacy deeply engraved into the island’s history.

Lainey scanned the room, taking in the familiar faces of the guests that were scattered around the room, exchanging pleasantries with her father, their faces adorned with picture perfect smiles. As she adjusted the strap of her dress, she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the grand mirror that was postured across the room.

With her lustrous long hair, neatly styled in a classy low bun, and a silky cocktail dress hugging her figure, Lainey was Kook through and through. She was the image of grace, always smiling, always polite. She was the perfect daughter born to a perfect family.

A warm hand closed around her shoulder, pulling her from her thoughts. She turned to find her mother giving her one of her magazine smiles, the kind that always seemed too perfect to be real. “Elaine, darling”, she said with a soft voice. “Your father wants you to meet the Prescotts”.

Victoria Beckett radiated an aura of elegance—always pristine, always composed. As one of three daughters born to a prestigious family, she was the image of flawless, her reputation as polished as the fine jewelry that adorned her neck. Lainey was always her reflection, forced to walk under her shadow. She had to bend in order to fit into the mold that the Beckett last name had imposed upon her.

The slightest slip-up could tarnish the reputation they’d spent generations building. Lainey’s identity had been shaped by the weight of these expectations, the constant pressure to be the best, to live up to her parents’ lofty ideals.

Lainey forced a smile at her mother, but the gesture felt foreign, as she suddenly noticed a hollow pit in her stomach, a void that only grew deeper with every fake smile and empty laugh, a reminder that she was merely an illusion of what her parents wanted her to be.

The authenticity she once held onto was slipping through her fingers, leaving her unsure of who she truly was. Despite this, she ignored the feeling of emptiness that kept growing in her stomach as she made her way to the spot where her father was charming the Prescotts.

As Lainey stood by her father’s side, she smiled at the comments made by the Prescott patriarch, though she had already forgotten his name. In her mind, he was simply "the Fat Prescott." His eldest son, or "the Thin Prescott," was about 28—around the same age Lainey’s older brother, Ethan, would have been, had he still been alive.

Yet, unlike what she imagined her brother might have been like, Thin Prescott was fully absorbed in his father’s company and kept offering dull, monotonous remarks. Lainey found herself tuning out, her thoughts drifting to the brother she never got to know.

Right when his father was about to shake hands with Fat Prescott, a familiar figure approached with a friendly smile. It was none other than Ward Cameron, King of Kooks, the most important businessman in Kildare and a long time associate and colleague of Harold Beckett. Lainey’s gaze wandered to Mr. Cameron, only to fixate on the silhouette that trailed right behind him. A silhouette recognized instantly.

Tall and broad-shouldered, with his sandy hair carefully styled, he adjusted a faint crease in his otherwise immaculate dress shirt. His gaze lingered on Lainey for just a moment too long, his expression settling into that familiar, unreadable sternness she remembered all too well.

At the sight of him, Lainey’s heart stilled in her chest—one beat, maybe two—before the growing pit in her stomach returned, heavier than before. It had been a long time since she had last seen him—the eldest son of the Cameron family.

“Rafe!” Her father’s voice pulled her sharply back to reality. Harold Beckett stretched out a hand, which the Cameron boy clasped firmly, confidence etched into his easy smile. “Mr. Beckett, long time no see,” Rafe said, his tone smooth and effortless. Then, turning to Lainey, he offered nothing more than a brief nod of acknowledgment, his expression unreadable as ever.

Ward Cameron stepped forward next, greeting Lainey with a warm smile before pulling her into a light embrace. “Lainey, how are you?” he asked kindly, releasing her with a pat on her shoulder. “We miss having you around.”

The words struck harder than she expected, the knot in her throat tightening as she forced herself to hold his gaze. “Sarah misses you too,” Ward added, his tone laced with gentle sympathy. Before Lainey could form a response, her father chimed in with practiced charm. “Ah, we miss Sarah as well. Such a joy to have around.”

As the two men partook in small talk, Lainey’s attention drifted to Rafe. He stood just a few feet away, yet he might as well have been miles apart. He didn’t spare her a glance, his focus fixed on the conversation, occasionally offering a laugh at a witty remark but otherwise keeping to himself. He was a mystery to her—an enigma wrapped in familiarity—despite once knowing him better than most.

[mystar-girl57]

𝐌𝐘 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐘𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐔𝐌

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐨

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡, 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞, 𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐟, 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝/𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞

All energy is only borrowed and one day you have to give it back. It does not matter how important you may be to someone, to a family. It does not matter how mighty you may be, that animals bow to you in the forest as you walk by, or how many victories you had earned. One day everyone’s time will come to an end. But no one, not even the soul returning to its Great Mother would be ready when that day would come.

You remembered that day. The day that the fiercest warrior you knew, the woman that had come to be a role model for you despite being so close to age fired her final arrow and closed her eyes forever. You remember the wails, the shrill screams that filled the camp as the war party came back painted in blood. So many lives had been lost that day, returning to Ewya, but none had been more painful than the loss of the Omatikaya’s Tsahìk. Your ears pinned back against your head as you winced trying to block out Mo’at’s screams as her final daughter, her baby lay dead in her arms.

It was a moon of great mourning in the clan after Netyiri’s death and everyone seemed to lose hope as they watched their Olo'eyktan placed the woodsprite on his beloved’s body. Jake was forcing the tears to stay in not wanting his children to see him break as Tuk was already crying into Neteyam’s neck, the young boy himself was trying to not sob. Lo’ak and Kiri leaned into Norm feeling numb and you stood behind Mo’at. It felt awkward for you to be this close to the front of the crowd. Yes, you had known Neytiri since you were young and you were in the same spot as you were for Sylwanin’s death all those years ago but for some reason this felt wrong. You felt like you were dreaming, waiting to open your eyes to find yourself in your small tent curled up in your hammock, Netyiri peeking in and teasing you for sleeping in while Tuk slid around her mother to come hug you.

But no, this was not a dream. You knew this. Ewya’s only job was to keep the balance. Your great mother never took sides and sometimes you wanted to curse her for it. But as Mo’at promised you while you both cried over Neytiri; “She has a plan for everyone, every rock, tree, creature. Down to the tiniest insect she has a plan.” Mo’at sounded as though she was trying to convince herself of this versus you as the two of you prepared to clean Netyiri’s body for her burial ritual.

As Jake rose to his feet, looking upon his mate's body one last time the clan knew that the ritual was over and it was time to disperse. Return to their tents to lick their wounds and pray to Ewya that she be merciful.

As for you and Jake you returned to your seperated tents, on different sides of camp to add a new bead to your songcord

It had been a few moons since the burial and things had returned to normal. If you could call it that. The clan had mainly tried to keep themselves busy, push down the pain and act as if it was not there. But there were some obvious changes as time had passed. Jake began to lead more war parties, each one becoming more violent, more casualties on either end. And unease that no one was bold enough to point out settled over camp. Everyone was on edge while working, waiting for the Olo'eyktan to announce a sudden war party outing.

You tried to not say anything to Mo’at but she noticed the changes. The more na’vi that came into the medical tent in need of healing. Soon it became so overwhelming you got little Kiri who was only eleven to come help. Thankfully she caught on quick and with you, Mo’at, and Kiri working together the camp was good in hands. You knew that had it not been for the three of you plus Tuk trying to keep everyone healthy (Tuk giving random na’vi flowers if she felt like they needed it) the camp would have been in Cold War mode just as it had been thirteen years ago when Jake first came.

Each day you sang your song chord, said your prayers to Ewya, asking for her help, for her guidance, trying to keep some sort of normality in your life. And everything seemed to slowly be mending itself within you. You had come to accept that Neytiri’s body was gone and that there were a few nights when you woke up to Tuk’s glowing tear filled eyes looking at you in the darkness in need of hugs. You did not notice the motherly role you had taken on for the four children. But Mo’at noticed. And Jake ignored it.

Today was what you personally considered a “good day”. There was a gentle breeze blowing through high camp, dark clouds forming in the distance with promising rain that would hopefully cool things down. You sat perched on a rock, Tuk in front of you and Kiri beside you. “Can you put beads in some of the braids?” Tuk asked tilting her head up to you, her hair a messy fro as you were re braiding her hair. “I can certainly try.” You chuckled looking around for some beads. You were not known for having styled hair so to speak. You kept your dark hair in its natural messy waves. A few braids and beads were placed in it here and there where Tuk and Kiri would mess with your hair. You never took out their braids no matter how loose or messy they were.

“Kiri, do you know where any beads might be?” You asked frowning as you found none around you. The young girl looked up from the mortar and set down the pestle thinking for a moment before nodding. “I know where sa’nok kept Tuk’s beads I’ll be right back.”

You watched as she scampered up the rocky path, stumbling once before disappearing into the Sully Family tent.

While you were too focused on Kiri you did not notice Mo’at coming towards you until Tuk wriggled out of your grasp, an excited squeal escaping her throat. Instantly your head whipped around and you witnessed Mo’at look down to her youngest granddaughter with a soft smile, patting her unruly hair. She whispered something that you could not pick up on. Tuk nodded her head and scurried past you and up the path to her tent where Kiri was existing only for her little sister to pull her back in.

After watching the whole scene take place you slowly shifted to Mo’at with a look of suspicion. You had a pain in your gut that something was about to happen that you did not like in the slightest. Mo’a took a seat beside you and held your gaze for several long moments and you only became more skeptical, your tail flicking with anticipation.

“There have been many moons since Neytiri’s death.” Moat began “The moon has been made full a total of twelve times since she has returned to Ewya and with each passing eclipse our clan is only led into more ruin. No clan is meant to be left without a Tsahìk. An Olo'eyktan needs his Tsahìk.” She gave you a hard look but you said nothing trying to decipher what she meant. You shook your head slightly.

“Forgive me Mo’at I do not follow. JakeSuli is still grieving he-”

“He is leading our clan to ruin. Eway has spoken and she has meant for him to be already mated by now. Our Great Mother needs a Tashìk to speak to. To help the Olo'eyktan.”

“What are you saying Mo’at.” You finally huffed out. “I do not see how JakeSuli’s need for a new mate has anything to do with me.”

“It has everything to do with you.” The elder responded, her tone sharp, like a mother scolding her daughter. “Ewya has spoken and she has chosen you for Tsahìk. You are to be mated with JakeSuli.”

It felt as though a hammerhead titanothere had trampled you in a blind rampage. They say you could not escape the Great Mother. No matter how far you run, where you hide or how hard you try to ignore her she will always find a way to make sure she is heard. You had been having dreams of you and JakeSuli leading together but each dream ended in hell. It was not something that you wanted. Jake’s heart belonged to Neytiri, there would be no love if the two of you were to mate.

“You have completed your ikinmaya and you have training in being a Tsahik. Ewya has spoken. This is her plan for you.” Mo’at’s words carried power in them. It was crippling. You felt as though you had finally gotten on the right path and now you had made a hard left turn and found yourself falling into a chasm. You had hoped that one day you would find yourself a mate and settle down and have beautiful children that you could guide and care for. But now any hopes of that had been turned into a fantasy never to come true.

“Does Jake know of this?” Was all you were able to get out, your voice cracking.

Mo’at shook her head, “JakeSuli is not yet aware of what Ewya has commanded but the time for him to know draws near.” The elder rose to her feet while you kept your head down, focused on the sandy earth below your feet. “I hope by the time that comes you are done being selfish and are ready to save your clan.” And with that she left you.

You lay awake in your dark tent, your eyes trained at the ceiling, Mo’at’s words from a few days ago swirling in your mind still.

“You are to be mated with JakeSuli” “This is her plan for you” “You are done being selfish.”

Selfish. Is that what she thought? After all you had done, the long days and nights you had put in, helping care for the sick and mend the broken. Was it so bad you had asked for a little goodness as a reward? You rolled over on to your side looking out the little window by your hammock, watching the dark blue sky bleed into red as the sun began to awake. Why did it have to be you anyway? There were plenty of fine people in the clan who would heal and talk to Ewya, even take care of JakeSuli’s kids. Maybe you would not be so opposed to it had those dreams not scared you. The dreams all ended the same way. The world turned gray as flakes of ash began to fall out of the sky, collecting around you. The sounds of your people’s screams of terror ring in your ears as the bodies start to pile and there you stand in the middle of it all.

As you watched the sun rise higher in the sky, Jupiter and its moons no longer in view you knew it was time to get up. As soon as your feet touched the floor you wanted to climb back into your hammock. You felt nauseated, something was going to happen today you knew it.

Walking out of your tent you stopped for a moment to survey all that was going on in the early hours of the morning. Few people were out, fetching fresh pitchers of water, collecting fruit for their breakfast. Seeing the delectable Yovo fruits growing in the grove made your stomach rumble and you figured that would be a suitable breakfast.

Making your way over, you nodded to a few people you saw, mumbling greetings as you walked passed. You made it to the grove and sought out the Yovo fruits. You picked your way through the plum colored fruits, holding them gently in your grasp testing the firmness, seeing which would be good for eating. Finally you came to a particularly large one. It was not too firm or soft and it was perfect in color. Gently you grabbed it by its base and twisted it. The stim popped off the bush and the fruit’s full weight sat in your palm. Placing the fruit in the small net satchel that hung across your body you went to look for some more fruits.

Coming across one of the Spartan plants you went to inspect the fruit but frowned noticing bites in the leaves. Had the pests made it onto the plants? You wondered as you picked a seemingly good fruit, but the moment you plucked it off its bush the fruit fell apart in your hands. The Spartan’s fruit’s insides had rotted and worms were all in it as a horrid smell came from it. On instinct you dropped the fruit and it splattered at your feet. This was not a good sign. Hesitantly you looked back to the bush and grabbed another fruit only to have the same thing happen. And another and another until the whole bush was bare. Each of the fruits that it had grown lay rotten and inedible around its roots.

You began to panic looking at the mess. Never had you seen something like this. And the gardeners would have noticed if one of their plants were diseased at this point with how meticulously they cared for each plant. No, something was wrong. Something was definitely wrong.

As you stepped into Mo’at’s tent you were not paying attention to where you were going and you walked straight into the back of someone. At first you were annoyed as you held your nose, your ears back. But when you looked up you were taken aback to find the Olo'eyktan standing in front of you, looking over his shoulder his arms crossed. Jake’s eyes seemed to narrow with resentment as his ears were pinned back slightly before turning back to Mo’at.

“Mo’at please with all do respect to you and to Ewya I am not ready to mate with another. It is not fair to your daughter.” Then it clicked, why he looked at you with such distain, why he was in Mo’at’s tent so early. She had told him about what Ewya wanted. For the two of you to bond and become two souls intertwined into one. Partners. Leaders together. And just as you had expected he was rejecting it.

“Bah! Do not bring my daughter into this.” Mo’at hissed. “It is as I told to this one.” She motioned to you. “It is Ewya’s will that you take her to be your mate. As much as you may hide JakeSuli.” She took a step to the Olo'eyktan and poked a bony finger to his chest. “Ewya will find a way, whether it be with peace or through violence her will shall be carried out.”

Her words sounded more of a threat rather than a promise, her voice dropping down to a dangerous whisper. But hearing what she said made your stomach drop, was that what the rotting fruit was about? Ewya’s anger at you for denying her? Was this going to affect the clan? This is not what you wanted, for the clan to be hurt by your arrogance.

When you looked back up at Mo’at she had that look in her eyes as if she already knew what you were going to tell her. “As you both can see, your ignoring of Ewya is starting to take a toll. Are you going to doom our clan to more suffering than we have already endured?” The elder asked and you winced.

You felt trapped, you were not sure any more as to what to do. What your heart wanted. You wanted what was best for the clan. What would keep your people safe. What would keep Tuk, Kiri, Lo’ak and Neteyam safe, even if that meant making sacrifices you realized it had to be done.

“I agree to be mated to JakeSuli.”

Your words did not feel as though they were your own. As if your mouth was being controlled by something, treating you like a puppet. To punctuate your words you nodded, holding eye contact with Mo’at.

“I agree.” You whispered, willing yourself to not look at Jake knowing there would only be a gaze of cold hearted hatred looking back at you. And you did not blame him. He was being forced to move on, say goodbye to his lover for the final time and have someone new by his side. Someone he did not want.

You did not blame him for he did not want you and you in turn did not want him. But as it had been said it was Ewya’s will.

And one way or another, through your aria of peace or Jake’s song of violence her will would be carried out.

© ᴍʏꜱᴛᴀʀ-ɢɪʀʟ57 ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴘᴏꜱᴛ ᴏʀ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴏɴ ᴀɴʏ ᴘʟᴀᴛꜰᴏʀᴍ

🏷 @mashiromochi @newjeansbonnie @cleverzonkwombatsludge

[thatanimewriter]

WONDER.

➳ synopsis: due to his limited speech, you both partake in a shared scrapbook detailing the moments since your lives intertwined, but it's time to start a new one for this next chapter of your lives.

➳ character/s: inumaki toge

➳ warnings: established relationship (eventually), fluff, soft things, you survived long enough to graduate jjt, snapshots of photos in the scrapbook

➳ notes: here is the explanation of such fic type and the guide on how i suggest to read this :)) this is part of the expectation series

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 / 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭  / 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ���𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 / 𝐰𝐢𝐩 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭  

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐈𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞, 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬.

it's slightly faded, but the photo is clear. a group of first years: maki, okkotsu, panda, inumaki and yourself. the smiles adorning your faces are nervous yet bright, but it seems you and inumaki failed to look at the camera as your smiles are directed to each other.

𝐀 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬, 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲? 𝐈𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐈 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝, 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.

there's a strange photo of the underside of your faces as you and inumaki sit in the car headed towards your first mission together. beside it is a photo of you both bruised and bloodied, yet holding a thumbs up to gojo, whose head is slightly cropped out of the shot.

(𝐎𝐨𝐡) 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭, (𝐎𝐨𝐡) 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦.

there's a collage of photos of the two of you, each varying in quality, from the first goodwill event you ever took part in, most of them selfies from various parts of the woods and students brawling it out in the background.

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

your first date was tucked away in a more secluded part of jujutsu tech and you're unsure of how these photos were taken (you suspect gojo of stalking). there's one photo of the onigiri inumaki handmade for you in the shape of hearts, the boy proudly holding them in front of his face.

𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝, 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬, 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭. 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡? 𝐈𝐟 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞, 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬.

looking at the image, you can still recall the pain that emanated from the multitude of cuts along your body. although, it's never at the forefront of your mind when you look at the desperate first kiss you shared with inumaki as you returned from a mission (you both protested after seeing gojo's phone aimed at you).

(𝐎𝐨𝐡) 𝐅𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬. 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲? 𝐈𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐈 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝, 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.

inumaki demanded you delete this one, as he's without his turtleneck and his lips are formed into a pout with mario kart displayed on the tv behind him. he says it's because his hair is tousled and messy, but you think it's because he lost.

(𝐎𝐨𝐡) 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 (𝐎𝐨𝐡) 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞.

once again, you have no clue how this photo was taken without you knowing. you're sat in front of the tv in animal crossing: new horizons with a fake wedding set up for you and inumaki, but he's quite literally behind you, holding up a ring pop for the camera.

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

inumaki refused to admit that he cried that night with an indignant "okaka!". that day, you'd drawn his curse marks onto your cheeks with sharpie to make him feel less alone and in the selfie, your cheeks were pressed together so your curse marks could "cuddle", according to him.

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠.

you suspect gojo has once again snuck a photo of the two of you as you slept in inumaki's bed, face smushed against his chest.

𝐖𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐬, 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲. 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡? 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧.

the graduation photoshoot was truly something else. you'd made it without dying (not without injury) and the chosen way to celebrate was to replicate wedding photos. there were a few of you and inumaki, but seemingly more between all the bromances rather than the real couple of three years.

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐰, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐝𝐚𝐲. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

you and inumaki stood outside of a blank white door, arms making each half of a heart and joining hands to create the full image as you documented the day you moved into an apartment together, matching smiles and all.

𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬: 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐥𝐞.

inumaki cracked his eyelids open, grinning at the sight of you asleep in his arms. swiping his phone from the bedside table, he took a selfie of the two of you after your first night in the apartment. first photo in the next scrapbook: acquired.

[g0dwat3rwritings]

Unpopular, but can you do a Luna x reader? Or Bellatrix?

𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞! 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐨 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡!

𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞, 𝐬𝐨 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲!

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐬, 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐱 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬 (?)

𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐱 𝐋𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞

Bellatrix loves you so much, but has the most deranged way of showing it.

While she thinks its normal, you really.. don't.

Like some sort of cat, she'll walk to you with a dead rat in between her teeth and yank your hands towards her (in a kind way, of course,) and bring her mouth to your outstretched hands to gently place the dead rat there

I personally headcanon that she makes her own clothing.

So I believe she will make your clothing for you. Even if its lively, colourful, revealing, or covering up every inch of your body, she'll make it for you!

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐰 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨, 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭, 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐱 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭.

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫. 𝐀 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐬. 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐱 𝐣𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲, 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

"𝐎-𝐎𝐡! 𝐌𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐛!" 𝐀 𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞 𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐠. 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬, 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐛, 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐛 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬. "𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞?" 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞, 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚. "𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭! 𝐃𝐨 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩?" 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐱 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭.

𝐋𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝

Now, Luna may be a bit odd, but she loves you all the same.

She tends to pull you into random hugs, and won't say anything

She'll pull you into a hug, stand there for just a moment, before giving you a kiss on the cheek and walking to class.

She spends a lot of time reading atop of tree branches.

You find her there most often.

𝐋𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐧𝐮𝐳𝐳𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐦𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫. '𝐀 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐮𝐢𝐧', 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞.

𝐘𝐨𝐮, 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞, 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐲-𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤. 𝐀 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐩 𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐞.

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫-𝐬𝐨-𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮, "𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫! 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞?" 𝐋𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐲, 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 '𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫' 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲. 𝐍𝐮𝐳𝐳𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. "𝐈'𝐦 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫?" 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐥𝐲, 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞. "𝐎𝐡! 𝐈'𝐦 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞, 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞?" 𝐀𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬, "𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐲-𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬, 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫." 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

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"𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐲𝐞."

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡, 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐥.

Tagging @gal-with-pastels cause they are the one who created Galileo for me and all credit to his design goes to them!

Donnies vision blurred, whether it be the rain flooding his unblinking eyes or the bitter sting of tears. He threw aside rubble and broken wood... The very thing he had built with his wife, the beginning of a new home, a new life they were going to start... A New Generation.

And look where it was now. Half of the small hut destroyed, falling in on itself. He lofted the final board that was littered in scratch marks and blood, revealing the wet, muddy floor beneath it. No one underneath.

He gripped the board, jaw tensing as his fingers dug into the wet wood, throwing it across the woods while letting out a strangled scream of anger as he watched it fly across the sky, falling off into bushes.

"WHERE IS SHE!?"

He shouted as if he'd get an answer, clutching the sides of his head clawing at his soaking wet mask. He just stayed like that, on his knees as the mud and water soaked his knees. The rain poured down harshly on his body, barely bothering him anymore as it leaked down his snout and limbs, now numb to the cold.

Gone. It was all gone. It was all lost. The moment he saw smoke in the distance as he trekked back from visiting his brothers with his children, he knew it was bound to happen.

He knew from the moment he broke into a sprint, leaving his children to his brothers, he wouldn't make it in time.

He would be too late.

Chime...

Donnies eyes snapped open at the sound as it broke through the silence of nothing but thundering and rain.

Chime...

He lifted his head from his hands, looking to the half of the house that was still standing... The claw marks dig into the sides of the wood. The blood stains smeared across the walls, which showed a sign of struggle. The faint burn marks of lazers and smoke still ingering in the air, burning the back of his throat greatly.

The only thing that was littered completely destroyed was a light purple colored crib. Throwing onto its side and the blankets torn and tangled in the bars, along with the mangled cotton of bloody stuffed animals. The chiming Donnie could hear was the Crib mobile he had himself to hang above the crib, the dinging bell that wasn't torn apart as it hung from a measly thread, blowing in the faint breeze.

He weakly crawled toward it, throwing aside any rubble that got into his way as he picked up the bell in his hands, looking at the glistening metal as water droples gleamed off of it, and feel into his hands.

He... He just stared at it. It was so small, so quiet, so calming... A tainted memory and familiarity with it.

His hold on the bell tightens as he hears a broken squeal not far from him. The sound of a young baby crying for aid, for someone to save it. For his father to save him.

It was only a matter of seconds until Donnie was back on his feet in a dead sprint. He ignored his begging gasp for air or the way his heartbeat pounded in his ears. The ears plotting cry of a baby is all his brain Lazer focused on, shoving pushing through trees and bushes.

The bloody trail of someone dragging their body across the ground to get away from the scene was like a path, leading Donnie to his prize - as much as a sick thought it was. He just felt his heart fall into the pit of his stomach as he still kept running... The trail is still continuing. How long was she in agony for - how long has she suffered in pain?

He nearly ripped the branches off the tree that blocked his vision but soon completely froze at the sight in front of him.

She laid on her stomach, the dragging position she still had yet to get out of, and seemed to be the pose she was stuck in. The crimson liquid pooled around her body, mixing into the much and dirt, staining her silk blue nightgown.

Her dark brown hair was tangled and sopping wet, covering her face and sprawling along the ground, tangled with twigs and rocks. She sheiled her body over something, the thing that was wailing.

It's like Donnie saw his entire world begin to fall apart, letting out a strangled gasp before he rushed toward the limp body.

"Tamsin!" He cried out, immediately slipping to his knees as his hands hovered over her body. He grabbed her head and back, slowly turning her around to lay in his arms. He revealed the wound that graced her body.

Straight through her chest was a broken arrow. Her body was littered in cuts and dark bruises. Her labored breathing was slow, too slow. Her skin was a sickly pale and blue color, her dull green eyes opening and closing as she went in and put on consciousness

"D... Donnie..?" She barely even spoke, merely mouthing the statement as her vision only caught blurs of green and purple as she was pulled away from the baby she was protecting.

She was in agony, it was hard to breathe, and when she did, it was short and quick breaths. Her condition was beyond repair, and yet she gave the best smile she could muster, causing Donnie to wipe away the blood from her lip.

"Hi, honey..." She responds weakly, but in such a sweet tone, like the one she'd use every time he walked into the door, taking in a shaky inhale. She looked to see the broken, thin peice of wood sticking out of her chest, a dry chuckle escaping her - God damn did it hurt.

"With my own weapon too, huh?" She joked. No one laughed. She was cut off as a warmth dripped onto her hair, causing her to look up.

Soon, a cascade of tears trickled down onto her face like rain - but Donnies head sheilded the cold weather, only to replace the downpour with his out tears. It was odd. His face didn't show sadness - still stuck in a permanent shock, but he was in hysterics, his body shaked as he fought back a sob.

"Oh, Donnie..." She reached her hand up to his face, using all the strength she had in her body to do so, only to have it fall limp back to her side. "It's gonna be okay..."

"How?" He responded bitterly. "How is this okay? What do I do?" He found the words left him naturally, finally realizing that once in his life... He really didn't know what to do. He didn't have an answer.

"Donnie." Tamsin cut him off, gripping his soaking wet shirt tightly. "Promise me something -"

"No, no... Tam, not now, please. I can't do it now..." Donnie cut her off fearfully, hand trying desperately to cup her cheek, but he could control the shaking, watching as it trembled along the side of her cold face.

"Donnie -" "Don't say it, don't you dare fucking say it." He gritted his teeth, jaw tensing as he just held her tighter, screwing his eyes shut. He refused to even look at her, while she was saying goodbyes... Her own husband didn't even wanna look into her eyes one final time.

"Please don't leave me..." He whispered, bowing his head into her shoulder, hiding away from the world. Her embrace was what made him feel safe. In the latest hours of the night, when her warm embrace welcoming hold kept him from the night terrors or the stress of earlier that day. Her warm arms wrapping around his body while she hummed mindlessly till sleep pulled him away from his darlings hold.

Now, all he felt was cold. He didn't feel his darlings arms around him anymore, and her humming was simple, rasped breathing. And he wasn't slipping into a dream. He was wide awake in his worst nightmare.

He felt that ache in his throat began to worsen. The band around his chest broke, and he let out a broken wail. His muffled scream into her neck while hot tears ran down her back. "I need you, I need you. I can't do it alone..." He repeated endlessly under his breath through sobs, slowly rocking her in his hold.

She shushes Donnie. No reassurance, no telling him it would be okay... Only shushing him, softly like she was calming a baby, crying and pleading for its mother. "Donnie... I can't tell you it will be okay. Not this time." She finally spoke. "But can you just promise me this one final thing... Please?"

He could barely hear her voice, pulling away to look at her. He inhaled sharply as he pulled away, another cry wracking through his body as he stared at her, watching the same pained expression fall onto her face.

"Tell the kids I love them... Make sure you remind them everyday... I love them, I love them so much." Her lip began to quiver, her eyes glossing over with fresh tears as she gripped his shirt tighter. "Protect them. Protect my babies, Donnie, please..."

The shock was setting in as Tamsins breathing quickened, gasping for air and her speaking became repeated and panicked. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry I can't be there for Galileo... I'm sorry I can't be a mom all over again for him... Im-" She is cut off as the soft cries of a baby called out again, directly to her side.

The arm she had yet to lift was covered by a mass of swaddled blankets with squirming inside.

Donnie quickly pulls the blankets onto Tamsins chest along with her arm, pressing them both to his chest. She weakly removes the blankets to reveal their youngest son, Galileo. He wasn't even three months old yet and here he was, in the cold wet rain... Losing a part of something that he'd never be able to experience beforehand could even remember her.

His crying didn't cease as Tamsins hand crazed the side of his small face, her thumb stroking his cheek as some sort of comfort. The first boy Donnie had ever had that was just like him- fully softshell and mutant was pulled close to be squished between his parents, and yet even then the poor child wasn't given any warmth to fall asleep into.

"Oh my sweet baby..." Tamsin choked, bitter tears dripped down her face. "I'm gonna miss you, so much... Grow up big and strong like your dad, okay?" She asked as if the boy could give an answer, only getting a squeal in return.

Donnie places his forehead against hers, feeling her instantly relax in his hold, she herself allowing a small cry to leave her. She lifted head a bit, placing her lips to kiss one of his closed eyes, the icy sensation making Donnie pull away to face her fully now.

"Starting our family in this world was the hardest thing I've ever been through... But I'd do it all over again, as long as it's with you... I can't wait to see you again... Wait for me?" She asked, opening her eyes one final time to look up at Donnie.

He swallowed the thick saliva stuck in the back of his throat, lips forming a pained pout. "If I this is my logical sign of a life after this... I'll wait a million more years to be back with you."

She smiled sweetly at him, slowly feeling as her body bean to numb. The last thing she felt was the small sensation of small little fingers wrapping around her own. "I never thought how... Happy I'd be... Dying in your arms."

She let out a long sigh, feeling no need to take another inhale. The world went peacefully quiet, her heartbeat softened till she herself couldn't hear it. The pain dulled into a sweet release. Her eyes grew heavy, like she was sleepy... She felt tired, finally able to get a good amount of sleep to catch up on in the past fifteen years. She wanted to laugh at her own joke... But she couldn't.

Her body went heavy in Donnies arms. He watched as her eyes slowly closed, one final, stray tear escaping before they were shut tight forever. Her breathing ended in a small noise of relief. Like the last thing on her mind to worry about was her husband. She knew he'd make it. Eventually.

Donnies eyes just stared unblinking at her body. Holding his son close to him as his burning eyes wished to release more of the tears he had yet to shed for the rest of his life from this point.

"... Tamsin?"

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𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐰𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 ��𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐀𝐔 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐫𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞 𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐬. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝- 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧- 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐫𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞.

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐫?

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐭.

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𝙱𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗

𝐒𝐨... 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐳𝐛𝐢𝐧/𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐯𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜? 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐨? 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐡 𝐈 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞.

𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 (𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐬?) 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐦 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫.

𝐒𝐨 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡, 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐱 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐫...

𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨, 𝐜𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐟 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨-

KILL BREAK DIE KILL BREAK DIE KILL BREAK DIE KILL BREAK DIE BREAK DIE CRY BREAK DIE CRY BREAK DIE CRY BREAK DIE CRY BREAK DIE CRY CRY CRY CRY.

I gripped my hair, trying to force the scalp out of my head. A nervous laughter came out of my mouth, a laughter with no happiness, an empty laugh.

I didn't even know why I was that way, my pillow and bed sheet thrown on the floor, with bite marks and spit on it. Bite marks also were on my arms like bear traps on the ground, marking where the danger was.

I couldn't follow them, I couldn't know the reason for my distress. It was a joke, a damned joke. To be left alone in my life. I couldn't talk to anyone, because they would say sweet things. Pray to God, but I already did that. I prayed for so many nights and days, and nothing happened. Nothing ever happened.

Tears now fall from my face, and I still sit in a fetal state. Pathetic, laughable really.

Who I was? To be suffering? Suffering from nothing, suffering from being empty.

God, I was so pathetic. To be so edgy, was truly something from a teenager with hormones, but I was that, barely 18, barely an adult.

I just... Want to die...

Die and be left on a wooden box, to be truly useless, like I always was.

A sound came from the corridor, a sound that seemed to be from a dog. I could imagine its paws on the floor. I didn't have a dog of course, because then I would be actually worried. I worried my little pet would see me in such a state.

Probably was a ghost, or a hallucination. If it was one, I would go to the kitchen and finish all. If it was a ghost, then maybe I would convince him to do it for me.

I got up, looking around my room. Such an empty room, because I didn't want to embarrass everyone about the things I loved. A clown usually loves clown things, but I wasn't a funny one.

At least it was green. Green was my favorite color. Probably. I maybe was wrong as I always am.

I opened the door, looking up. Something stared at me. It had a head similar to a canine. Their eyes and mouth were bright white, but only a dot in the darkness around it, like a black hole. Its whole face was a black hole.

Drool came from the corner of its mouth. It was hungry. Hungry for flesh, hungry for meat, whatever that was. Was I up to its tastes?

Maybe if it bites my head, the pain won't be so great. It would be a second to nothing. I would be back to nothing.

So I stared at it.

I stared until it decided that my breathing was annoying. It didn't come.

In fact, it seemed to make it calmer. Its breathing was heavy but it was calculated. It tilted its head, trying to figure me out.

It wasn't hard, do I need to spill it out?

My mouth opened, and a whisper came.

"Kill me."

I made sure to say each syllable, and that all the sounds came correctly. That it would finally understand.

It didn't.

I didn't even notice, but the room became less dark. I could see its body, she was a female- no a woman, why was I saying like that? Maybe because it was so surreal, because she dressed like a slut, no better way to say it. A tight and small tank top, a black panties with a reversed crucifix. fishnet on her legs and arms, her fur and thick body hugging her body impossibly tight her body was incredibly thick, something out of a porn magazine. Piercing on her belly and her nipples, it was clearly visible.

The beast seemed nothing like an actual beast, besides the animalistic body and the unseen face, besides an enigmatic grin and eyes full of Mischief.

I could see from the corner of my eyes I saw all of her 'glory', but I tried to just look at her eyes. Why would lust bring me out of my haze of truth?

"Kill me."

I tried again, my lips trembled slightly. She kept staring at me. Why?

Her expression (if even someone would call it that) rested in a face of pity.

She reached out to me, and my breathing became faster. I didn't know if it would actually touch me. Probably no.

But it happened. She touched my bare shoulder, and I could feel her claw pressing on my skin, without making it bleed. Her other hand touched my other shoulder and brought me to a hug.

My face rested on her collarbone, my face feeling fur on my face, softness all around. It was more like a cat, but I could actually put my weight against it without it running away. My arms went on her back. I cried again.

I cried in the arms of something I didn't know. It was relaxing in a way. She didn't know me, I didn't know her. She couldn't judge me, I couldn't judge her.

I didn't even notice but she brought me to my own bed. She lay down with me on top. She became a huge pillow that my body lay on. She purred.

She purred and it seemed like a melody. Such a sweet melody.

A melody that brought me to sleep. A peaceful sleep that I didn't think I could have in my life.