#(WHEN THERE WAS SO MUCH LOVE FOR ADVENTURE AND NOTHING HURT)

[aninipanin1]

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐃

Synopsis: In which, everyone thinks you and Itoshi Sae are dating. Or are you two really?

Notes: Kinda considering doing this with other players, specifically the NG11 players. hehehe. Anyways, enjoy this because Sae has been rotting in my mind lately. P.S. This fic is supposed to be longer, but I couldn't stretch it anymore cause my phone started lagging due to how much the word count was lol

"Hello, Madrid!"

A whispery greeting left your lips the moment you left the confines of the aeroplane. The airport was packed with people from foreigners like yourself to citizens of the country, awaiting family members or friends coming.

It was definitely chaotic, but the sense of adventure at coming to a different country and learning something new about the sports you were in love with.

It had been a week since the end of the Neo Egoist League, and Ego decided that the best way for you to spend your vacation time whilst learning is to head to Spain where you would be spending time with a supposed someone who will help you better.

Now, who that someone was is a mystery to you. All Anri said in the letter was that the person will 'meet you there.' Whatever there meant.

Sitting in the waiting area of the airport, you looked around in hopes of finding somewhere you could eat due to your stomach grumbling loudly. Stacking all of your bags on top of your luggage, you were about to head out when you hear a familiar voice call your name.

"Y/n."

"Sae-san? What are you doing here?!"

You turned around in shock seeing the redhead midfielder standing there, wearing a simple button-up shirt, slacks, and a mask.

Relieved and excited to see a familiar face, you ran up to him and bowed politely, giving him a cheerful smile.

"It's been a while since we last saw each other! Again, why are you here? Are you going for a flight too?"

"No. Did Ego not tell you?"

"Tell me what?"

"I'll be the one helping you."

You blinked once and then twice, trying to take in the information. Your blank expression is also turning Sae confused. Wait, he meant that the supposed mentor you would be learning from is THE Itoshi Sae?!

"I...oh...I didn't expect...that."

Unbeknownst to you, the look on your face made Sae a little worried. Wait, were you disappointed that it was him? You sound like it. What if you were? Surely, you weren't. If you were, that would hurt him he won't lie.

After all, he may or may not have celebrated when Ego called him to tell him about the Blue Lock Director's plan for you.

Yeah, no, he definitely did not jump up like a weirdo from his couch when the phone call ended. Nope, no one saw that, so it means it never happened.

In your eyes, though, Sae still looked the same. Straight and poker face as if nothing changed, though if you only tried to look deeper in his emerald eyes, then maybe you would have seen the complicated doubts he had.

"Anyways though, thank you for accepting me, Sae-san. I know you are really busy, but I'm really excited about our time together!"

He nods his head before picking up all your bags in his hold, to which you were about to protest, but he only gave you a look. One that is not his usual glare, a little softer than that, but hard enough to tell you that any arguments would not be taken into consideration.

"Let's go. Have you eaten yet?"

"Uh no...I was just about to."

"Then let's eat somewhere. Not here, though. There are better food outside the airport."

Holding your luggage in one arm while gripping your wrist on the other, he guided you through the crowd of people like a professional as if he was used to doing it.

Well, he probably was considering he is very popular and crowds are something you have to learn how to interact with as someone famous.

Outside the airport awaited black car that someone rented for you and Sae. He said that it was to avoid the discomfort of changing vehicles.

"Go in. I'll take care of your luggages."

"Huh? Oh no no! I can help-"

"You look tired from the jet lag, just let me."

The redhead opened the door to the car for you, nudging his head, signalling you to enter the car. Feeling the pressure of Sae's teal eyes looking at you, you just obeyed and entered the car before watching him put your luggage on the back as if it didn't weight anything.

"Let's go. We'll just eat somewhere close to your hotel. Its a bit far from here, so you can rest in the meantime."

He sat beside you, giving a small nod to the driver who started the car. You nodded at his suggestion.

Though, throughout the ride, you never did sleep too busy looking out the window like a child. The streets looked alien in your eyes, from the architecture to the people. Everything made you even more excited to stay in the city.

Meanwhile, Sae could only watch from beside you with a softer than normal look. The way your head moved from right to left every once in a while due to something catching your attention made him feel some type of giddiness in his stomach.

God, you were just adorable.

"There are better places for sightseeing, we can always visit if you want."

"Really?! Eh...but aren't you busy?"

"I can always find a day where I'm free. I'll be fine."

He pat your head once before retracting it the moment he realized what he just did, turning his head on the window beside him with pink cheeks.

You were not fairing any better as you feel your cheeks heat up at the sudden and unexpected gesture from the redhead, copying his move and trying to focus your mind on the sights outside instead.

Meanwhile, the driver found himself chuckling softly, shaking his head at the display he saw when he decided to peek at the rearview mirror.

Young love really is just as awkward and bright as he remembered it.

"The bed is so soft... I'll definitely miss it once I come back to Japan."

A soft frown escaped your lips as you stood up from the messy bed of the hotel to prepare for the day. It had been two days ever since you arrived in Spain, and it had been good so far.

The place was very beautiful, and you were in awe about how drastically different it was than Japan. It was a bit hot during this time. You won't lie, but it was not something you could not handle.

However, you were more focused on today's agenda. Sae told you he will be free today, and so, the training you were supposed to be undergoing will commence today.

For the past few days, you wondered what type of training it was. Was it something related to the fact you were once a midfielder and Sae is one currently? Because that was the only thing you have in common with Sae that you could think of.

"Whatever, I trust Sae-san! He won't let me down!"

After an hour or so of preparing for the day, you hear your phone ping signalling that someone messaged you.

Sae:

I'm at the lobby of your hotel.

'Wha...He didn't even tell me when he was about to head out. Classic Sae-san...'

You sweatdropped at his message. Thankfully, you dressed up early, or else you might have made him wait for a long time.

Heading down on the elevator, you headed to the large and luxurious lobby where you saw a familiar mop of redhead. For someone who is going to a football field and possibly going to be running around, he was dressed up pretty nicely.

Hair tidy, shirt crisp as if an iron just ran through them a few minutes ago, face weirdly calm as he typed away something on his phone.

He looked awfully handsome, and well, it should not be a surprise, but it was to someone like you who never paid much attention to people's looks.

"Sae-san, good morning! I'm ready to go..."

"Good. Let's get going, we have a tight schedule today."

The day was eventful, to say the least.

For your first stop, Sae took you to a nearby park where he made you watch, analyze, and predict how a group of kids' play will go.

It was surprisingly interesting, seeing as kids were blank slates. No coaching, no rules, just their creativity and basic knowledge of the sport. It was adorable and albeit difficult on your part.

After that, he brought you to a part of the park where he made you play with the ball alongside him. He did the trickiest types of lobs and dribbling before making you catch it with your foot.

For someone who has not played a while, you definitely lacked the stamina and skills to play like you used to.

"As a manager, you should be in tune with what your players may be feeling or experiencing in the pitch. If you can't do that, then you'd ruin the flow of the game. That's why we're playing."

By the end of the first two hours or so, you were already out of breath from all the movements, while the midfielder was not even close to sweating waterfalls like you were.

"C'mon. I'll walk you to your hotel so you can clean up. It's time to eat lunch anyway."

"S-sure...thank you."

With one final deep breath, you picked up your bag and started to follow him back to the hotel. You won't lie, Madrid was a beautiful city, the architecture of the houses is certainly a little different from the ones in Japan.

It did not come to your mind that you might look like a newborn child with how you ogled at everything. Panning your head from left to right, and sometimes even double taking at something that caught your attention.

"Don't get too distracted."

You felt a hand grab your hand, larger fingers gripping your smaller palms as Sae led you through the streets, pulling you away from bumping into people.

Heat rushed through your face at the sudden touch. From how you knew the man, he was not the type to be touchy with anyone no matter who they are and how close they were to him (you would know from Rin's rants).

So where did the sudden hand holding come from? Putting your other hand on your face was enough of a reaction to tell anyone paying attention to you that you did not want anyone seeing your flustered face.

Sae was not safe from this as well. He was as cool and suave as he always was, but inside, he was still a teen that don't have much of a grasp on his hormones and feelings.

With his back turned to you, he felt a little safer from anyone seeing the pink on his cheeks-

Ah, no. He definitely was not blushing. He isn't weak like that.

'I'm just holding her hand. It's not a big deal. Yeah, it isn't a big deal.'

With the crowded city and the maelstorm of feelings, even someone as cautious as Itoshi Sae missed the few sounds of a camera clicking.

"Thank you for taking me here, Sae-san! The food was delicious."

"You don't have to keep thanking me. It's just right to do these things."

He shrugged, taking a sip off his drink. Looking down at the finished plates in front of you two, your mind wandered to try and make everything less awkward.

What starter conversation should you go for? Hmm...

"Did Ego-san approach you to help me with the training?"

"Yes. Though I didn't see the downside of not doing it. I'd benefit from it, too, anyway."

"Benefit you? Why is that...?"

"It's not confirmed yet, so I can't tell you."

You nodded, confused at the mystery he left you with. What did he mean it would benefit him, too? It's not like he will be playing for Japan in the U20 World Cup-

Oh.

Oh, now you felt stupid for not thinking about it immediately. Though, you decided not to tell him about your thoughts to avoid serious conversations on something that has a possibility of not happening.

"But anyways... I enjoyed today! It was really refreshing to play again after so long. I realized how much I missed playing and to even play alongside someone who is a genius like you!"

Sae nodded at that, though you saw the very small twitch that left his eye when you said the word genius.

Wait, did he not like it when someone called him a genius? Did you indirectly insult him? Oh no.

"Uh...sorry if I...offended you."

"No, no. It's my fault for being rude. I know you were complimenting me, and I feel happy with it."

Aww, now the conversation was ruined because of you. Well, at least that was what ran in both your and Sae's minds. Blaming each other for something so trivial.

"No, I understand that some people may not like it when people call them a genius. I can't begin to imagine how the press, especially from Japan spinning this narrative of you being this talented, like you were some type of sports hero, may make the pressure on you heavier."

An unnoticeable twitch in the corner of his lips went past you as he just sighed. He rests his head on his palm, he looked out the window beside you both at the busy afternoon streets.

"Like I said, it's fine. Besides, the reason why I distaste the word genius in context to me is that it's just not factual. I'm not a genius. I make plays not out of luck, talent, or whatever those born with advantages have. I play smarter than that, and idiots like the media would disregard hard work in order to spin whatever narrative they want just to get more clicks."

Jade eyes wavered under the sunlight that poured from the glass window. Sae may look calm and collected, but you know that there must be some sort of tension brewing from his heart.

"You're the farthest away from someone who does not work hard, Sae-san! You have been playing since you were a kid, and the years you developed playing is a huge contribution as to why you are where you are today."

The conversation came back after that, saved by both of your willingness (mostly yours) to get over awkward moments. As you were both busy with talking, you didn't notice the few people that recognized not just Sae, but also you.

"Oh, is that Itoshi Sae? What is he doing here?"

"Yeah, but what about her? Isn't she the Blue Lock manager? Why is she here in Spain?"

"Are they on a date? They look way too close to just be hanging out."

"You don't know. They might be just friends. But, if they are on a date, then they might actually be a real power couple."

Those who recognized you both kept to themselves, though, whispering to their friends about what they thought your relationship was, yet thankfully knowing their boundaries.

If only those things can be said to a certain few hiding behind the facade of just a passerby, yet was already writing on their heads about possible headlines and tabloid articles about this.

"What the fuck is this?"

"Um...this was posted last night, Ego-san." Anri said nervously as she showed the man the posts. Yes, she was a little surprised about it, and that was it, but she knew this misunderstanding could lead to best case scenario, a little scolding from the JFU or worse, being fired.

Ego, on the other hand, shook his head. He knew he should not have trusted that kid. Does he not care about your future in the football scene? This scandal can blow your damn career, seeing as you were the less popular one in this situation hence you were open for not just criticism but control from some unwanted people.

"Ego-san...you don't think that the JFU will fire her-"

"No, they won't, you idiot. Knowing them, they are probably foaming at the mouth with this news, especially that fat dumbass."

Now, Anri was confused. Why would the executives want a scandal like this? Now, for her, if you and Sae were indeed dating, it wasn't much of a problem. But to some fans, especially some rabid fangirls? Yes, it definitely will be.

And that would spell less sales for Blue Lock, or just having some people review bomb the project with negative comments just for this.

"Why would they want this, Ego-san?"

"Don't you see? Itoshi Sae is a talent the JFU has wanted in their hands for some time now, seeing as he's the young face of Japanese football in the world. So to see him be interested and close to a worker of theirs like Y/n, they can turn around and use her for their own greed. Even worse, they'd make a big deal out of this scandal and profit out of it. Just from the reaction in this one post alone, its telling that people are turning heads at this drama."

"Oh... you're right. Adding to that, we have less of a say to her career compared to the players. This is a disaster waiting to happen."

Ego just rolled his eyes at the news before turning back to what he was doing. Whatever, he trusted you enough to know what to say or do when the time comes and what he predicted will turn out to be true.

Though kids these days really do go around romancing early. This is why he doesn't have any kids.

Meanwhile, all across Japan, the news just started trending, and a few eyes saw the post and needless to say, they weren't happy at all.

"Itoshi Sae?! What the fuck?!"

Isagi screamed from the hotel he was in, even accidentally hitting the back on his head on the bed post which made him yelp in pain.

"Wait, that means Y/n-chan is here?! In Spain, too? Maybe I should visit her...but still! She can't be dating him! No!"

In denial, he was as he scrolled obsessively through the comment section of the post.

"No way! No! This is a nightmare!"

Then the pings on his messaging app started. It was from the Blue Locker's groupchat.

As seen by the reaction from the other Itoshi brother in the messages, Rin felt like all of the progress he had from the meditation that Ego made him do has now vanished into thin air the moment he opened his phone.

Maybe the elders were right, it is that damn phone as he nearly crushed the poor gadget in his hand as he read more and more news about ut from different social media platforms.

It did not help that Otoya's comment made him shudder in disgust. Hell no, if someone was going to be your brother in law, that would be Sae, not him.

He was the better brother anyway! If you're going to take the Itoshi last name, then you'll have it because of him, not and NEVER because of Sae.

"Stupid brother, can't even keep his hands to himself. I was with her first."

In another part of Japan, Bachira had the largest frown ever present on his face as he saw the positive comments about you and Sae, saying that if it were ever true, you two will be one, if not the greatest couple that ever touched the sports which made him feel moee insecure than jealous.

Of course you'll like Sae. He was successful at such a young age, with so many accolades and fans adoring him because of who he is.

That was something Bachira could only wish to achieve. He was just starting to get recognition for his talents after all, and it felt like because of this, you were even farther away from him than before.

"Bachira-san! Let's play again!"

He felt the tugs on his shirt, as the kids from the kindergarten jumped up and down, a ball in one's hand as they pointed back to the grassy part of the school.

Putting the best smile on his face, he jumped along with them in excitement.

"Yeah! Let's do it! Last one not on the field has a rotten egg!"

In the Mikage estate, Reo found himself obsessively scrolling on his socials instead of the plays of his fellow Blue Lockers to study.

Its not that he was obsessed over his phone or anything, no he prided in himself on having total control over himself.

Well, except for a few things.

He just could not help but scroll and reload his page, hoping and praying that there is a confirmation from any reliable source about the speculated relationship between you and Sae.

A confirmation that you two, indeed, were just friends and nothing more.

He was nervous. He already lost a friend, he can't lose someone again. And he knows its not comparable at all, Nagi is a friend and you were someone he admired from afar.

But, the nights where you'd find him rolled up in himself due to anxiety, times where even if everyone turned their backs on him, you didn't, it made him hope.

Hope that he can build something between you two. That he wasn't the only one who felt safe and sound around you.

He just did not expect that his time would run out just like that, oh so fast.

On the other side of the world, Michael Kaiser found himself still adjusting to the jetlag of travelling. It had only been 3 days ago since he arrived back in Germany, and well, his sleeping schedule was a little torn apart due to being used to the timezone of Japan.

So he just jumped on the couch nearby and grabbed his phone, and started scrolling in hopes that he's find something worth entertaining him.

There wasn't much that caught his attention until he scrolled to a video with a title that made him stand up from his place.

'Real Madrid's Itoshi Sae and Blue Lock Manager, Y/, L/n, caught dating?'

"What in the actual fuck..."

He wasn't one to watch gossip videos. No, he hates and dont care about them. He doesn't give a shit about what is going on in other people's lives.

But this? Oh, you know he's paying attention.

The first half of the video was boring as hell. It just talked about who you and Sae were. Only halfway through the video did the reporter finally start to talk about the pictures caught of you and Sae around Madrid.

From sitting on benches next to each other, walking hand to hand around the city, to even eating lunch together, the proximity between you two was suspiciously less on the platonic side but leaning towards something more.

By the time the video ended, he did not even notice that he was clenching his fist so tight, moon-like marks already appeared on his palms.

A bitter chuckle left his mouth as he ran his hand through his hair, eyebrows furrowed in a mix of emotions.

"You're ruining me here, häschen."

ADDITIONAL TIME:

"What?! Eh, please calm down-"

"NO! PLEASE! PLEASE TELL US YOU ARENT DATING THAT GUY!"

You don't know what the hell happened for you to be welcomed in the Blue Lock facility once more with most of the boys begging you to confirm that you were still single.

Bachira was clinging to one arm while Shidou clung to the other, as the rest of the boys crowded you, also wanting to hear your side.

"Did he threaten you?! Did he bribe you?! Please tell us you didnt sell our secrets."

"Why would I do that?! And I wasn't dating Sae-san! He was just kind enough to help me train and get through Madrid since it is a foreign country, after all."

A collective sigh of relief was let out from the boys as they all finally calmed down on the interrogation. A smile lit up on your face, thinking that all the commotion was finally solved when Anri revealed herself with a tight smile.

"The PR team wanted to have a talk with you, Y/n-chan..."

She looked nervous, like she didn't want to tell you about it. You paled though, you knew how strict the PR team were when it came to scandals and this misunderstanding (that you found out about just now) was all over the internet!

Oh, dear you are about to get the scolding of a lifetime.

And just as if your luck did not smite you enough, you looked at your phone to see that there were hundreds of missed calls from many different players. Some from your friends from your old school, to some players in the NEL before like Charles, Loki, Lorenzo and Ness.

But most of all, the one with the most calls and text with a whopping 25 missed calls and 32 messages was the Emperor himself: Michael Kaiser.

"Oh dear...what did I get myself into."

Meanwhile, on the other side of the planet, a small smirk can only appear at the corners of Sae's lips when he sees the tabloids.

He felt bad, bad that he was actually enjoying this while you are probably scrambling around trying to explain to everyone that it was just a misunderstanding.

Looking out the view from his apartment, he sighed at the night sky, feeling like a stupid kid wishing for a fairytale love story of some sort as if he didn't know what the reality was.

"I promise, Y/n...in the near future, we'll have to explain to those stupid paparazzi's that it is not just a misunderstanding anymore."

Blue Lock is WRITTEN by Kaneshiro Muneyuki and ILLUSTRATED by Nomura Yusuke. All credits to the both of them.

[kanaria-a]

YOUR WRITING IS SO GOOD i was 100 percent giggling and kicking my feet as I read your text. Could i be called 🛸 anon if you’ll allow it i have so many ideas for twisted wonderland x reader (you’ll notice how they’re all yandere based but if you’re not comfortable with them then I could offer some that aren’t yandere based)

If you don’t mind could you do a yandere jester ace trapolla x royal reader? I had that idea for a while and tried writing it but scrapped it. So imagine we see Ace descending into madness as he’s soon going to see reader getting married to someone else. It would be so cool if they’ve known each other since childhood and we get to see how his feelings progressed into obsession like imagine their life used to be so much more simpler where they could just depend on each other and he wished it was just like that where in their world, it was just them too.

❝Love me, loving you. Even the thorns and hurting leave me touching you.❞

in which….Yeah, i’m sure yall get it.

The bells on his cap jingled softly as Ace pressed his ear against the heavy oak door, straining to hear the conversation within the royal chambers. Through the thick wood, your father's voice carried the weight of finality as he discussed the arrangements for your upcoming wedding—a political alliance that would strengthen the kingdom's borders and secure trade routes for generations to come. Three weeks, Ace thought, his gloved hands clenching into fists. Three weeks until they take you away forever. He remembered when such barriers didn't exist between you, when the difference between royalty and commoner was nothing more than the clothes you wore. In those golden afternoons of childhood, you had been simply two children playing in the castle gardens, your laughter echoing off ancient stone walls as you chased each other through hedge mazes and splashed in ornamental fountains. "Ace!" you had called to him that first day, seven years old and gap-toothed, your crown sitting askew on your head as you escaped from your tutors. "Want to see the secret passage I found?" He had been the groundskeeper's son then, small and wiry with dirt under his fingernails and grass stains on his knees. The other children whispered that he was too bold, too quick with his tongue, too willing to speak truths that made adults uncomfortable. But you had seen something different in his mischievous grin and clever eyes. "Your Highness shouldn't be talking to someone like me," he had said, even then understanding the invisible lines that divided your worlds. "That's stupid," you had declared with all the fierce certainty of childhood. "I like you. You're funny and you don't treat me like I'm made of glass." And so began the most important relationship of his life—a friendship that bloomed in secret corners and stolen moments, away from the watchful eyes of courtiers and the expectations of royal protocol. You taught him to read using books smuggled from the royal library. He showed you how to climb trees and catch fireflies, how to laugh until your sides ached and forget about the weight of a crown.

Those were the days when your world consisted only of each other, when nothing else mattered beyond the next adventure, the next shared secret. Ace treasured every memory: teaching you card tricks behind the stables, listening to your dreams of traveling beyond the kingdom's borders, holding your hand when thunder scared you during summer storms. As you both grew older, the differences between your stations became harder to ignore. Your lessons grew more demanding, your free time more carefully monitored. Ace found himself relegated to brief encounters—a smile shared across a crowded room, a hastily passed note during formal dinners, stolen conversations in the moments between your royal obligations. It was your fourteenth birthday when everything changed. The king had summoned Ace to the throne room, and for one terrifying moment, he thought he had been discovered, that your secret friendship would be his downfall. "You have a gift," the king had said instead, studying Ace with calculating eyes. "My daughter speaks highly of your… entertainment value. The court has been dull lately. Perhaps it's time we had a proper jester." The offer came with a proposition that was impossible to refuse: a place at court, regular meals, fine clothes, and—most importantly—the right to remain near you. All he had to do was transform his natural wit into performance, his cleverness into comedy. "Say yes," you had whispered later that night, finding him in the gardens where he sat contemplating this twist of fate. "Please, Ace. It's the only way we can stay together." The desperation in your voice sealed his decision. He would become anything, play any role, if it meant preserving the connection between you. The transition from friend to entertainer proved more difficult than either of you anticipated. As the court jester, Ace gained access to royal functions and the right to speak freely—within limits. His jokes could carry barbs, his observations could highlight uncomfortable truths, but always wrapped in enough humor to maintain plausible deniability. But the role came with its own prison. He could no longer simply be your friend; every interaction was now performance, every private moment potentially observed and judged by the court. The easy intimacy of childhood became something he had to steal, to carefully orchestrate when no one was watching. "I miss how things used to be," you confessed one evening when you were sixteen, finding him practicing new routines in the empty great hall. "When we could just… be ourselves." "We still can," Ace insisted, though even he could hear the lie in his voice. The bells on his costume jingled as he moved to sit beside you on the steps leading to the throne. "Nothing's really changed between us." But everything had changed. Your world had expanded to include suitors and state dinners, diplomatic negotiations and marriage prospects. His world had narrowed to focus entirely on you—your schedule, your moods, your fleeting moments of happiness in an increasingly constrained life.

The obsession grew slowly, imperceptibly at first. What began as devoted friendship evolved into something more intense, more desperate. Ace memorized your expressions, catalogued your preferences, arranged his entire existence around the moments when he could make you smile. Your laughter became his addiction, your attention his greatest reward. He began to notice things others missed—how your smile never quite reached your eyes during formal portraits, how your hands trembled slightly when discussing your future marriage prospects, how you searched the crowd for his face during particularly tedious ceremonies. The knowledge that he alone truly understood you felt like both privilege and torment. "The Duke of Rosevale will be visiting next month," you mentioned one afternoon as Ace performed card tricks to distract you from wedding preparations. "Father says he's… interested in forming an alliance." The cards scattered from Ace's suddenly nerveless fingers. "An alliance," he repeated, his voice carefully neutral despite the way his heart clenched. "A marriage alliance," you clarified, your voice barely above a whisper. "I'm eighteen now. Old enough to fulfill my duties to the kingdom." That night, Ace stared at the ceiling of his small chamber, mind racing with possibilities. He could make the Duke look foolish during his visit, engineer embarrassing situations, use his position to sabotage the negotiations. But you would simply be promised to someone else—another duke, another prince, another stranger who would take you away from everything you'd ever known. The Duke of Rosevale proved to be everything Ace despised: handsome in a conventional way, politically astute, wealthy beyond measure. Worse, he was kind to you, treating you with the sort of respectful affection that made Ace's jealousy feel petty and misdirected. "He's not terrible," you admitted to Ace during one of your rare private conversations. "He listens when I speak, asks about my interests. Father says I'm fortunate to have such a considerate match." Ace's painted smile felt like a mask that might crack at any moment. "Sounds like a fairytale," he managed, juggling pins with mechanical precision while his mind screamed in protest. "But I don't love him," you continued, your voice so quiet he almost missed it. "I don't know if I ever could. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to marry someone I actually care about, someone who truly knows me…" The longing in your voice nearly broke his resolve. For one desperate moment, Ace considered dropping his juggling pins, tearing off his jester's cap, and confessing everything—how he had loved you since childhood, how every performance was just an excuse to remain near you, how the thought of losing you to another man was slowly driving him mad. Instead, he caught the pins with a flourish and bowed deeply. "Your Highness deserves nothing less than a love story worthy of the songs," he said, the words tasting like ash in his mouth. The engagement announcement came three months later, proclaimed with great fanfare and celebration throughout the kingdom. Ace performed at the announcement feast, his jokes sharper than usual, his smile more brittle. He watched you accept congratulations with gracious smiles while your eyes remained distant, almost vacant. That night, he found you on the castle battlements, staring out at the kingdom spread below like a tapestry of lights.

"Quite a party," he said, settling beside you without invitation. In the moonlight, without his bells and painted face, he almost looked like the boy you'd befriended all those years ago. "I keep thinking about when we were children," you said suddenly. "Do you remember that game we used to play? Where we'd pretend we were the only two people in the world?" Ace's breath caught. "The world was simpler then." "I used to wish it could stay that way forever," you continued, your voice breaking slightly. "Just us, in our own little world where nothing else mattered." The confession hung between you like a bridge that neither dared cross. Ace felt the weight of everything he'd never said, every feeling he'd buried beneath layers of performance and pretense. "Maybe it still can be," he whispered, the words escaping before he could stop them. You turned to look at him then, and in your eyes he saw an echo of his own desperate longing. "Ace…" "Run away with me." The words left his lips before he could consider their implications. "Run away with me," he repeated, reaching for your hands. "We could leave tonight. I know roads the Duke's men would never think to search. We could find somewhere they'd never find us, somewhere we could just be—" "You know I can't." Your voice was gentle but firm, and it cut through his heart like a blade. "The kingdom needs this alliance. My people need—" "What about what you need?" Ace demanded, his careful composure finally cracking. "What about what I need? Do you know what it's been like, watching you slip away piece by piece? Performing for crowds while the only person who matters sits just out of reach?" You stared at him, seeming to see him clearly for the first time in years. "Ace, I had no idea you felt—" "Of course you didn't." He laughed, but there was no humor in it. "I'm just the jester. I'm here to entertain, to make you smile, to fade into the background when real life calls. But I've been in love with you since we were children, and I've spent every day since then trying to be worthy of something I can never have." The silence stretched between you, filled with years of unspoken truths and impossible wishes. When you finally spoke, your voice was thick with unshed tears. "If things were different… if I weren't who I am…" "But you are," Ace said, his voice hollow with acceptance. "And I am what I am. The boy who learned to dance and sing and tell jokes because it was the only way to stay close to you." Three weeks passed in a blur of final preparations. Ace performed his duties mechanically, his jokes growing darker, his smiles more strained. The other servants began to avoid him, unnerved by the manic gleam in his eyes and the way he muttered to himself between performances. The night before the wedding, Ace made his choice.

He found the Duke in the castle's wine cellar, sampling vintages for the ceremony. The man stood alone among the ancient barrels, completely unaware of the danger that lurked in the shadows. "Your Grace," Ace called softly, stepping into the flickering candlelight. His jester's costume seemed sinister in the dim space, the colorful fabric and jingling bells transformed into something from a nightmare. The Duke turned, wine goblet in hand, and smiled with the easy confidence of a man who had never known real threat. "Ah, the jester. Come to taste the wine? Though I suppose you're more accustomed to ale." "Something like that," Ace murmured, his hand finding the handle of a heavy wine bottle behind his back. "Tell me, Your Grace, do you love her?" "Love?" The Duke seemed amused by the question. "She's a lovely girl, certainly. Intelligent, well-bred. She'll make an excellent duchess." "That's not what I asked." Ace stepped closer, his movements predatory despite the cheerful jingling of his bells. "Do you love her the way she deserves to be loved? Would you die for her? Would you kill for her?" The Duke's expression shifted, wariness creeping into his eyes. "I'm not sure what you're—" The wine bottle connected with his skull with a dull thud. The Duke crumpled to the stone floor, his goblet shattering beside him, red wine spreading like blood across the ancient stones. Ace stared down at the unconscious man, his chest heaving with exhilaration and terror. "I would," he whispered to the still form. "I would do anything for her." Working quickly, Ace bound the Duke with rope from the wine cellar, stuffing his mouth with cloth torn from his own jester's costume. He dragged the unconscious man to a forgotten chamber deep in the castle's foundations—a place he had discovered during childhood explorations with you, a place no one else knew existed. When the Duke awoke hours later, he found himself chained to the wall of a dank stone cell, lit only by a single flickering candle. Ace sat across from him, no longer wearing his jester's bells, his painted smile replaced by an expression of terrifying intensity. "Good morning, Your Grace," Ace said pleasantly, as if they were meeting for tea rather than in a dungeon. "I do hope you slept well. Today was supposed to be your wedding day." The Duke struggled against his bonds, eyes wide with panic above the gag. "Oh, don't worry," Ace continued, his voice taking on the sing-song cadence he used during performances. "No one will find you here. This room has been forgotten for centuries. Perfect for… private conversations." He stood and began to pace, his movements sharp and erratic. "You see, Your Grace, I've been thinking. About love, about duty, about the games people play with other people's lives. And I've come to a rather startling conclusion." The Duke made muffled sounds of protest, straining against the chains. "The conclusion," Ace said, suddenly stopping to stare directly at his captive, "is that sometimes the only way to save someone is to destroy everything that threatens them. Even if that means becoming the monster in their story." Meanwhile, chaos erupted in the castle above. The Duke's absence was discovered at dawn when he failed to appear for the pre-wedding ceremonies. Search parties scoured the grounds while you stood in your wedding gown, pale and trembling, as your father raged about dishonor and broken alliances.

"Where could he have gone?" the King demanded of his guards. "Men don't simply vanish on their wedding day!" Ace appeared at your side during the commotion, his jester's costume perfectly in place, his painted smile sympathetic and concerned. "Your Highness," he said softly, "perhaps this is fate's way of giving you what you truly want." You turned to him, tears streaming down your face. "What I want? Ace, this is a disaster. The alliance, the kingdom's future—" "What about your future?" he interrupted gently. "What about your happiness?" Before you could respond, a guard rushed in with news. "Your Majesty! We found signs of struggle in the wine cellar. Blood on the stones, a broken goblet. There are rumors of bandits in the eastern woods—perhaps they took him for ransom?" Ace's performance was flawless. He gasped in horror with the rest of the court, suggested search parties, even volunteered to help in any way he could. No one suspected the loyal jester who had served the castle faithfully for years. Days passed with no sign of the Duke. Ace maintained his routine, visiting his prisoner twice daily with food and water, always maintaining that cheerful, unhinged demeanor that made the Duke's blood run cold. "She's been asking about you," Ace mentioned during one visit, sitting cross-legged in front of the chained man like a child sharing gossip. "Well, she's been asking where you are. It's not quite the same thing, is it?" The Duke had grown thin and haggard, his fine clothes torn and stained. He no longer struggled against his bonds, having learned that Ace's mood could turn violent without warning. "I've been thinking we should send a ransom note," Ace continued conversationally. "Something about impossible demands, maybe requesting that she be delivered in exchange for your safe return. Of course, no one would agree to such terms, but it would certainly make this look more… authentic." Above ground, you had begun to change. The shock of the Duke's disappearance had given way to something that looked almost like relief. You spent your days in the gardens where you and Ace had played as children, often staring at nothing with an expression of deep contemplation. "You seem… different," Ace observed during one of his performances for the subdued court. "Less burdened, perhaps?" "Is it wrong," you asked quietly when you were alone together later, "to feel grateful that fate intervened? I know I should be worried about him, should be devastated, but instead I feel…" "Free?" Ace suggested, his heart racing with hope and guilt in equal measure. "Free," you agreed, then looked at him with sudden intensity. "Do you think that makes me a terrible person?" Ace wanted to confess everything then—how he had orchestrated your freedom, how his love had driven him to acts he never thought himself capable of. Instead, he took your hand gently. "I think it makes you human," he said. "And I think someone who has spent their whole life putting duty before happiness deserves to feel free, even if the circumstances are… unfortunate."

Weeks turned into months. The Duke was declared dead, the victim of bandits who had apparently killed him when no ransom was forthcoming. The alliance was quietly dissolved, your father too embarrassed by the scandal to pursue another match immediately. In his hidden cell, the Duke had grown wild-eyed and broken, fed just enough to survive but never enough to hope. Ace's visits had become less frequent, his attention focused entirely on the new possibilities opening up in his real life. "She laughed today," he told his prisoner during one visit. "Really laughed, for the first time since you disappeared. It was the most beautiful sound in the world." The Duke could only stare at him with the glazed eyes of a man who had long since accepted his fate. "I've been thinking," Ace continued, "about what to do with you. The original plan was to keep you here until everyone forgot about you, then… well, deal with the problem permanently. But I'm feeling generous today." He produced a key from his pocket, holding it up so the candlelight caught its surface. "I'm going to give you a choice, Your Grace. I can unlock these chains and let you walk out of here. You can return to your lands, tell everyone you escaped your captors, live whatever life you choose." Hope flickered in the Duke's eyes for the first time in months. "But," Ace continued, his voice dropping to a whisper, "if you ever come near her again, if you ever so much as send a letter, if you even think about trying to claim what was once promised to you… I will find you. And next time, there won't be any choices. There won't be any mercy." He leaned closer, his painted smile grotesque in the flickering light. "Do we have an understanding?" The Duke nodded frantically, tears streaming down his face. Ace unlocked the chains and stepped back, watching as the broken man stumbled toward the door. "Oh, and Your Grace? If anyone asks what happened, you were held by bandits. Common thieves. Nothing more interesting than that." The Duke fled without looking back, disappearing into the night like a ghost returning to its grave. A year later, you stood in the same garden where you had first met Ace as a child. The seasons had changed, and so had you both. The weight of duty had lifted from your shoulders, replaced by something lighter, more genuine. "Do you ever wonder what happened to him?" you asked as Ace practiced a new juggling routine beside you. "The Duke, I mean." Ace's hands never faltered in their rhythm. "Sometimes," he lied smoothly. "But some mysteries are better left unsolved, don't you think?" You smiled, watching the way sunlight caught in his red hair. "You know, I've been thinking about what you said that night on the battlements. About running away together." His juggling balls hit the ground with soft thuds. "The idea doesn't seem as impossible as it once did," you continued. "Father's been different since the scandal. More… protective. Less eager to marry me off. And I've realized something important." "What's that?" Ace asked, his voice barely audible. "I've realized that the person I want to spend my life with has been right here all along. The person who truly knows me, who makes me laugh, who's been my constant companion through everything." Ace stared at you, hardly daring to breathe. "I know it's unconventional," you said, reaching for his hands. "A princess and a jester. But stranger things have happened in fairytales, haven't they?" As Ace pulled you into his arms, spinning you around the garden while you laughed with pure joy, he allowed himself to believe that perhaps some stories could have happy endings after all. Even if those endings required a little… creative editing. The bells on his discarded cap jingled softly in the breeze, the only witness to the moment when the jester finally claimed his princess, and their childhood dream of a world containing only the two of them finally came true. After all, he had always been willing to do anything to make you smile. Anything at all.

SUDHDBD IM SOOO EMBARRASSED. I didn’t really know if it should’ve ended in, like…A more extreme way or not, so my bad if it’s awkward or anything

｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡!! But just know, when i find you 🛸 anon, i'm kissing you STRAIGHT on the lips

Uhm..i JUST now realized i kept on saying “she” and i just rolled with i’d already written everything im ENDING IT

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spontaneous magic manifestation was NOT mentioned in the parenting handbook 😬

I know this isn’t how magic in dc works, but the fact that Damian’s ancestry includes some pretty powerful magic users is… INTERESTING 🤔? Drabble under the cut!

I wanna preface that I'M NOT SAYIN' that Damian should/does have magic powers, but there’s still so much unexplored potential with Damian's character, and the thought that he has a dormant adeptness in magic is somewhat compelling to me. Most importantly it would FREAK! BRUCE! OUT!!!!! What is this, magic puberty 😭??

By DC laws, anyone has the ability to learn magic, but it is also possible to be an innate ability. The Al Ghuls are no strangers to the occult-- Ra's has had increasingly been portrayed as a magic user, and the recent establishment of his mother being a sorceress/witch?? Even Talia dabbled in a bit of magic, I think. There is a catch that their power is suggested to be due to Lazarus exposure, but for arguments sake let's say the Al Ghul lineage is inherently proficient in magic (and Lazarus exposure simply enhances it).

I can't recall "magic" being a part of Damian's training/upbringing (I'm still slowly catching-up on Damian comics so apologies if I miss any canon examples of magic use). Not sure why Talia wouldn't want her little "heir to an ancient assassin empire baby" to learn magic, but it would at least give reason to Damian not knowing about his magic potential, or lack of interest in it.

Through the power of pseudo storytelling, what if Damian's encounter with Mother Soul could have triggered a manifestation of magic that was once dormant; like a pressure cooker waiting to explode with energy when it hasn't been given a safe outlet.

I've yet to read a satisfying arc where Damian truly gets to contemplate his Al Ghul roots outside of "dad is good guy, mum is bad guy". Damian's initial character growth stems from him running away from, and renouncing his association with the League (i.e. "I'm nothing like you, mother and grandfather!").

The most recent thing I've read was Robin (2021), and whilst Damian is much more cordial with his mother, there's still an emotional distance and sense of distrust/resentment (for good reason, even if the context was some cartoonishly evil writing). But there is a silver-lining that they still appear to be fond of each other, in a melancholy kind of way.

Realizing he's "genetically" primed for magic would be especially confronting to Damian. There's no denying his Al Ghul blood, forcing him to confront a facet of himself he can no longer ignore or reject. A family that he likely has to approach for help/guidance.

Damian is put in a position of acknowledging this power could be used for good, to be stronger, to fight crime, balancing it with the implication that what he possesses could be rooted in dark magic (Lazarus enchantment).

If he decides to embrace it, would that be too much of an endorsement of the Al Ghul's dark occultism? Can he separate the two ideas? What if he can't control it? What if he accidentally hurts someone? What if has the ability to save someone where his other skills fall short?

Ideally, I'd love for this hypothetical story to lead into Damian exploring his Al Ghul heritage more intimately, historically, and spiritually (à la RSoB: Year of Redemption adventures). Another little coming-of-age self discovery journey.

I have my own little personal thoughts on what Damian decides to do with his magic powers, but I'd like to leave that open to interpretation... By the end of it I hope that he will at least find some forgiveness over resentment, and a balance between accepting that side of his family a little easier. It is finally a sense of inner peace :)

Any thoughts? Did I get any characterisation wrong? Let's talk over on my DC blog @arkhamochi! I'm currently trying to read all Damian-centric comics until I catch up with the current run. I'm hungry for discussion and analysis!!!!!!

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I recently saw the video where s.coups showed his surgery scars on his knee (😔) can you write some fluff about reader taking care of him after surgery/after seeing the video ? Thank you so much and also , people will always accuse you of such things because they are jealous . just don't care about their opinions and keep on doing what you like ❤️❤️❤️

IT HURTS TO BREATHE

(Choi Seungcheol x FemReader)

*Slice-of-life, Emotional healing, Fluff, Idolverse, Comfort, Light angst, Vunerability, Romance, Domestic romance, Adventure, Contemporary romance, Light comedy, Emotional support, and Quiet resilience*

Warnings: mentions of injury/surgery recovery, emotional vulnerability, mental health (idol burnout, anxiety), crying, heavy emotional scenes, romantic fluff

I don’t know why that video hit me the way it did.

I’ve seen him perform, smile, carry his members like a leader made of steel but watching that clip of Seungcheol pulling up his pant leg and showing the scars on his knee…

It broke something in me.

It wasn’t the scar itself. It was the silence in the room when he showed it. The way the members looked away. The way he kind of chuckled, like he was pretending it didn’t matter. Like it didn’t ache every time he danced. Like it wasn’t a reminder of pain stitched into him.

And I guess the world saw it and moved on, like it was nothing. But I couldn’t.

I couldn’t stop thinking about how much he must’ve endured. Quietly.

The first night he came home from the hospital, he tried to smile. He really did.

"Don't look at me like that," he said, voice soft, brushing a hand through my hair. “I’m okay, really.”

But I could see the pain hiding behind his eyes the way he winced when he moved, the way he avoided sitting down fully, how he flinched when the blanket brushed against his knee.

“You don’t have to pretend,” I whispered.

That’s when he broke. Not loudly. Not all at once. Just… slowly.

His shoulders slumped. His voice wavered.

“It’s stupid,” he mumbled. “I’m supposed to be strong. But all I feel is… small.”

My heart cracked open.

“You don’t have to be strong for me,” I said, kneeling beside the bed. “You just have to be real.”

He looked at me like no one had said that to him before. Not in that way.

The next few days, I took care of him.

I cooked simple meals. Helped him shower when the pain was too much. Cleaned around him. Reached for things he couldn’t. Changed his bandages when his hands trembled.

I remember the first time I saw the scar up close. My breath caught.

It wasn’t just a scar it was a story. Of every dance he forced himself through, every moment on stage where he smiled for the fans while he was screaming inside.

“You hate it?” he asked quietly, watching my face.

I shook my head. “I hate that you went through it alone.”

And that night, for the first time, he let me cry in front of him.

I didn’t sob loudly. I just sat on the floor with my head in his lap, arms around his waist, tears soaking into his shirt while he stroked my hair with his uninjured hand.

He didn’t tell me to stop crying.

He didn’t tell me to be strong either.

He just whispered, “I know. I know. I’m here.”

One night, around 3am, I woke up to him staring out the window.

The moonlight poured in like soft silver, casting shadows on his skin. His knee was slightly bent, elevated by a pillow. I saw his hand resting gently on the scar, as if he was still trying to accept it.

“Can’t sleep?” I asked.

He turned to me. There was something in his eyes like a boy who once thought the world would always see him as invincible. And now, all he could see were his cracks.

“I’m scared,” he said.

I climbed out of bed and sat beside him.

“Of what?”

“Being forgotten. Falling behind. Not being enough anymore.” He paused. “What if they stop loving me because I can’t dance the same? What if I’m not the leader they need?”

It hit me then, how heavy that weight on his chest was.

“I didn’t fall in love with your dance moves, Cheol,” I whispered. “I fell in love with how you give pieces of yourself to everyone, even when you’re empty. I fell in love with the way you love your members like family. The way you smile at fans like you see each of them. The way you hide your pain to protect others. I see you. Not your steps. You.”

He didn’t say anything.

He just leaned his head on my shoulder, and we stayed like that until dawn.

Some days are better than others. He laughs more now. He lets me trace his scar with my fingers like it’s a map, not a flaw.

“I think,” he said once, “I was scared of looking weak in front of you.”

I smiled, brushing his hair back. “And I think you’re more beautiful now than ever.”

He didn’t believe me at first. But over time, he started to see it. In the way I looked at him. In the way I loved him not despite his scars, but with them.

I don’t know why that video hit me the way it did.

I’ve seen him perform, smile, carry his members like a leader made of steel but watching that clip of Seungcheol pulling up his pant leg and showing the scars on his knee…

It broke something in me.

We made it a ritual: every night, before sleeping, I would kiss his knee gently. No words. Just a promise. That he is loved. That he is safe. That he doesn’t need to be strong every day.

And some nights, when he’s in too much pain to hide it, he falls asleep with his head in my lap, tears on his cheeks. And I hold him like he’s my whole world.

Because he is.

He’s not just the leader of thirteen boys. He’s not just a stage presence or a fan favorite.

He’s a man. A beautiful, soft-hearted man with scars, fears, dreams, and a soul that aches just like any of ours.

And I will love every inch of him.

Even the broken parts.

Especially the broken parts.

Because that’s where the light gets in.

The seasons changed quietly, and so did he.

Not all at once.

Some days, he woke up lighter. He’d joke about how “grandpa Cheol” needed his heating pad before breakfast. He let me put cute stickers on his crutches once hearts, tiny carrots, and a teddy bear holding a “you did well” sign. He rolled his eyes, but he didn’t take them off.

He started to trust softness.

And yet… even healing has its shadows.

It was the day of the company shoot.

His first time returning to a set since the surgery.

I was helping him put on his outfit. My hands grazed his thigh while adjusting the fabric, and I felt him stiffen.

“What’s wrong?” I asked gently.

He stared into the mirror. Then at his knee. Then at me.

“I don’t want people to look at me and only see damage,” he whispered.

I touched his cheek. “They won’t.”

He gave a dry smile. “You will. Eventually.”

I hated that voice in his head. The one the world gave him. The one that told him he was only worthy when perfect. Only loved when shining.

So I kissed his scar. Then again. And again.

“Every inch of you is worth loving,” I whispered. “Even this. Especially this. This is where you fought. This is proof you stayed.”

He turned his head away, and I saw it—his eyes glassy.

But he nodded.

And he let me hold his hand on the way out the door.

After the shoot, he came home quiet.

He barely touched his food. Barely looked up.

I sat beside him on the couch, waiting. Not pushing.

Eventually, he spoke.

“Someone asked if I regretted getting the surgery,” he said. “If I thought it changed me.”

He looked down at his hands.

“And I didn’t know what to say. Because… maybe it did. Maybe I’m not who I was.”

Silence.

Then, he looked at me.

“Would you still love me if I couldn’t dance at all?”

I could’ve cried.

“Cheol,” I said, “I’d love you even if you couldn’t walk. Even if you lost your voice. Even if the whole world turned its back on you.”

I cupped his face, and his tears started to fall before he could stop them.

“I’d love you through every version of you. Broken. Brave. Angry. Quiet. Soft. Still.”

That night, we didn’t sleep.

We stayed up listening to the rain tapping the windows, wrapped in each other like the world didn’t exist beyond our skin.

He let me trace every scar physical or not. He told me about the nights in the hospital where he cried alone. About the fear of waking up to a future he couldn’t recognize. About the guilt of feeling like a burden to his team.

And I told him this: “You were never a burden. You were always the heart.”

He buried his face in my neck, and I held him until his breathing slowed.

We built a new rhythm after that.

Morning coffees with jokes about who’s the better barista. Physical therapy sessions where I cheered him on like he was running a marathon. Lazy Sundays on the floor, lying in the sun, legs tangled, soft music playing.

We weren’t perfect. But we were present.

He danced again eventually. Softer. But he danced.

And when he stumbled, I didn’t catch him to save him I caught him to remind him that falling didn’t mean failure.

One evening, while folding laundry, he suddenly asked me:

“Do you still think I’m beautiful?”

I turned to him.

He was standing by the balcony, light pouring through the sheer curtains. His scar caught the light not hidden, not ashamed. Just there. Part of him.

I walked over, rested my head against his chest.

“You’ve never looked more like the man I love.”

He exhaled shakily. “Thank you… for staying. For seeing me.”

I smiled into his shirt.

“I didn’t stay despite your scars. I stayed because of them.”

He kissed the top of my head and whispered, “Then I guess I’m not so afraid anymore.”

He still gets quiet sometimes.

Still flinches when the pain creeps in.

Still stares at the scar like it speaks louder than his voice ever could.

But now, he doesn’t face it alone.

Now, when the silence comes, I take his hand and kiss the space where it hurts.

And he lets me.

Because love isn’t about fixing.

It’s about holding.

It’s about saying: “Even if the world only sees your scars… I’ll always see your soul.”

He hadn’t smiled in days. Not really.

That kind of smile that starts in the chest. That doesn’t feel forced. That doesn’t feel like he owes it to his fans, his team, his world.

He had been working again, pushing too hard again. That permanent ache in his knee had returned, like a whisper saying, “Don’t forget, you’re not whole.”

But he was whole.

He was mine.

And I wanted to remind him of that.

So one evening, I sat next to him on the couch, took his hand in both of mine, and said:

“Cheol… come away with me.”

His eyebrows lifted, tired. “Come away where?”

“Somewhere warm. Somewhere with blue water. Somewhere that doesn’t ask anything of you. Just… the sun, the waves, and me.”

He hesitated. “I can’t. There’s so much to-”

“You can.” I squeezed his hand. “And you should. You’ve taken care of everyone else. Let me take care of you now.”

He looked at me like I’d just told him the sky could fall and we’d be safe anyway.

And the next morning, we were on a plane to Punta Cana, República Dominicana.

The first day, he barely spoke.

He just laid in the hammock on the little terrace of our beach villa, one arm draped over his eyes, the other resting on his stomach.

I brought him chilled coconut water. Pressed a kiss to his shoulder. Sat beside him with a book I never actually opened.

He didn’t have to talk.

I just wanted him to feel peace. To let the ocean undo the knots in his chest.

That night, we watched the sunset in silence.

As the sky turned orange and soft purples, I glanced at him. His lips were parted, eyes slightly wet.

“It doesn’t hurt right now,” he whispered.

I didn’t ask what “it” meant.

Pain. Pressure. The weight he carried every day.

I simply leaned into him and said, “That’s all I wanted for you.”

We spent our mornings in the ocean. I would swim ahead and turn back just to see him laugh that soft, open kind of laugh, the one I’d fallen in love with.

He’d splash me. Call me a little menace. Let the waves carry him like a child again.

In the afternoons, we’d find shade and drink fresh juice while I massaged his knee with the softest touch I could manage.

“I’m scared it’ll always be like this,” he said one day, his voice barely a whisper. “That I’ll never be… free in my own body again.”

“You’re not alone in it,” I replied, still rubbing gentle circles. “And freedom doesn’t mean going back. It means choosing how to move forward.”

He nodded slowly, eyes fluttering shut.

One evening, we danced barefoot on the beach.

There was no music just the sound of waves, the breeze rustling through palm leaves, and his low hum against my ear.

He moved cautiously. He held me tighter than usual.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” he chuckled.

“You’re doing more than that,” I smiled up at him. “You’re living.”

He kissed me. Not like the urgent kisses from before. This one was slow, warm, like the sea wrapping the shore. Like gratitude.

On our last night, we lay on a blanket under the stars.

He had his arm around me, and the scar on his knee caught the moonlight. This time, he didn’t hide it.

“Promise me something?” he asked.

“Anything.”

“If I forget what this felt like… remind me.”

I kissed his collarbone. “Every time.”

When we got home, things didn’t magically fix themselves.

His schedule was still demanding. His body still had limits.

But now, there was something new in him.

A memory.

A secret smile that said: I’ve touched joy. I’ve tasted quiet. I’ve been loved in the places I was most broken.

Sometimes he’ll pull me into the kitchen while I’m cooking, turn on a soft song, and sway with me.

Sometimes he’ll whisper, “Let’s run away again soon.”

And I’ll answer, “Just say when.”

Because the world can wait.

But healing healing can’t.

And love… love doesn’t ask for perfection. It just asks you to stay.

I hadn’t slept the night before.

The show was in a few hours, but my body wouldn’t let me rest. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw him not dancing, not smiling but in pain, lying on the hospital bed, clutching his knee, saying “I’m scared I’ll never come back.”

And yet here we were. Hours away. He was coming back.

I sat quietly backstage, hidden behind the tech monitors and wires, while the rest of the staff bustled around. A pass hung loosely from my neck, but it wasn’t what gave me access it was him. He was my access. My home.

I could hear the crowd swelling beyond the curtains. Their voices full of love, hope, desperation. They’d missed him. They’d waited.

And so had I.

When the lights dimmed and the VCR started playing, I pressed a hand to my chest.

Every beat of the intro, I imagined him standing just beyond the wings. Breathing in. Out. In. Out.

“Cheol,” I whispered under my breath. “You’ve got this.”

And then he walked out.

He wasn’t sprinting. He wasn’t jumping. But he was there.

Walking confidently. Smiling with that same dimpled grin. His eyes searching the crowd, his hand on his heart.

The crowd screamed like they’d seen a miracle.

Because maybe they had.

He started rapping his verse smooth, controlled, powerful. There was a pause right before his footwork came in. A small bit of choreo, something light not too heavy on the knee.

He did it.

Not perfect. A little slower than the rest. But his version. His choice. His power.

And that’s when my eyes filled.

I didn’t cry because he was on stage.

I cried because I knew everything it took to get there.

I knew the nights he sat on the bathroom floor, icing his leg, refusing to let me see how badly it hurt. I knew the physical therapy sessions where he pushed himself too hard, then apologized for worrying me. I knew the breakdown he had in the car one night, whispering, “What if they’ve all moved on without me?”

And yet, here they were screaming louder than ever. Calling his name like it was a prayer.

“CHOI SEUNGCHEOL!”

I bit my lip and smiled through the tears.

You did it, baby.

When the lights went down for the encore, he disappeared from the main stage. I expected him to return with the others. He didn’t.

Instead, someone tapped my shoulder.

It was a staff member. “He’s asking for you.”

I blinked fast. “Now?”

She smiled. “Now.”

I found him alone in the greenroom, slumped on the couch, his chest still heaving from adrenaline and emotion.

His hair was damp with sweat. His knee was wrapped tight. His eyes were red.

He looked up at me.

And he broke.

He stood and pulled me into him like he’d been holding the whole world on his shoulders and finally let it fall.

“I was so scared,” he whispered into my neck. “I thought I wouldn’t make it. I thought I’d disappoint them. I thought-”

“You didn’t,” I choked out, gripping him tighter. “You didn’t disappoint anyone.”

He nodded, trembling. “But I kept thinking of you. Of that beach. Of your voice saying you’re not alone in it. That’s what got me through.”

I kissed his temple, tears spilling freely now. “You were never alone, Cheol. Never.”

Later that night, the group went out to celebrate. He didn’t stay long.

We ended up on the rooftop of our apartment building just the two of us, wrapped in one blanket, the city lights flickering like fireflies.

“I want to keep going,” he said softly.

“You will.”

“I want to do it for me. Not for pressure. Not for expectation. Just because I love it.”

I nodded, wiping his cheek. “That’s how I love you too.”

And as he laid his head in my lap and looked up at the stars, I realized:

The bravest thing isn’t getting back on stage. It’s letting someone see you fall apart, and still choosing to rise again.

And he did.

And I will always be watching Loving him, quietly. Loudly. Always.

I thought he was tired.

The tour had just wrapped, and I was ready to spend the next few days in sweats, ordering takeout, and massaging his knee every few hours while we watched movies.

But Seungcheol had other plans.

“Just trust me,” he said, grinning behind the wheel, his hand resting on my thigh. “Close your eyes.”

“Are you kidnapping me?”

“No,” he chuckled. “I’d never kidnap you. I’d ask you nicely and bribe you with iced coffee and forehead kisses.”

I sighed, already smiling. “You’re lucky I love you.”

“I know.”

When we stopped, I opened my eyes and gasped.

He had set up a full picnic under a tall tree in a quiet park near the Han River. Blankets, cushions, lanterns, fairy lights strung through the branches above us.

But that wasn’t what got me.

What got me was the scrapbook that sat on top of the basket. And the small wooden box beside it carved with our initials. And a little folded card that read: “For every quiet day you stayed. For every time you held me when I couldn't stand. Let me give a piece of me back to you.”

I looked at him.

He smiled, a little nervously this time. “You always say I’m strong… but you’re the strongest person I know.”

He opened the scrapbook first.

Each page was hand-decorated with tiny drawings and messy glue stains. Photos of us silly ones, blurry ones, ones I didn’t even know existed. Captions like:

“She made me eat ramen three nights in a row but I still love her.”

“Taken 2 minutes before she cried watching a dog ad.”

“I don’t deserve her, but I’m never letting her go.”

Every now and then, a dried flower was taped in. Or a movie ticket. A Polaroid. A receipt.

“This is your love language, isn’t it?” I whispered, running my fingers over a photo of us at the beach.

He nodded. “It’s not loud. But it’s real.”

Then he opened the wooden box.

Inside: a pair of handmade pearl bracelets.

Simple. Elegant. One for him. One for me. Each with a tiny silver heart charm in the middle.

“I watched a dozen videos trying to learn how to tie them,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “I messed up like seven times.”

I couldn’t stop smiling. “They’re perfect.”

“So are you,” he whispered.

Then came the final surprise.

He pulled out a small portable projector and turned it on against a white sheet strung between two tree trunks.

“A film?” I blinked.

He bit his lip. “something like that, yeah”

The screen lit up and I saw me.

Laughing. Dancing. Sleeping with my mouth slightly open. Painting. Walking away from the camera barefoot in the sand.

Clips from his phone. His camera. From months ago. From days ago. From nights I didn’t even know he was watching.

His voice, soft over the video: "I never say enough. So I made this. To say thank you. For not giving up on me when I couldn’t run. For seeing me when I tried to hide. For holding my heart gently, always."

He paused, his voice breaking.

"I love you. Not for what you do for me. But for who you are, when the world isn’t looking."

By the time it ended, I was crying. Like really crying. The kind that shakes in your chest and leaves your throat raw.

He turned to me, suddenly worried. “Too much?”

I launched into his arms, wrapping myself around him like the world might disappear if I didn’t.

“It’s everything, Cheol. It’s everything.”

That night, as we lay under the stars, his head on my stomach and my fingers in his hair, he whispered something so soft I almost missed it.

“I used to think performing was the best feeling in the world… But loving you like this? It beats every stage.”

And I whispered back, tears still quietly staining my cheeks:

“I’d sit in the crowd forever just to watch you smile.”

after 3 weeks, we were finally back in Korea. The tour was over. The surprise picnic had ruined me emotionally. And now… now Seungcheol was emotionally ruining himself trying to cook “breakfast for his baby.”

Keyword: trying.

“Why is the kitchen full of smoke?!”

I sprinted out of the bathroom, towel still on my head.

“I don’t know!! The pancakes attacked first!” he yelled from behind a spatula, flapping it like a fan.

There were exactly four smoke alarms going off. He had flour on his cheek, egg in his hair, and somehow… somehow… he had managed to set the banana milk carton on fire.

“How does banana milk catch fire?!”

“I DON’T KNOW, BABE, I WAS JUST TRYING TO MAKE IT CUTE!”

We ended up eating instant noodles and crying laughing while watching our old videos.

“I forgot I used to do that jump split move,” he groaned, rubbing his knee.

“You also used to wear those little suspenders. Iconic.”

He gave me the deadest stare. “Don’t bring that era up again. Please. I had trauma.”

“I’ll bring it up at our wedding.”

“What-”

“Nothing!” I sipped my soup innocently.

Later that day, we went for a walk, and he INSISTED on wearing flip flops. “Easy and breezy,” he said. “I’m a summer boyfriend.”

But karma came fast.

One of the straps snapped mid-step, and he dramatically collapsed like he had been shot in a K-drama.

“My life is over. Just go on without me.”

“You’re sitting on a squirrel path.”

“Let the forest creatures claim me.”

I had to drag him back home with one flip flop and one sock, while people stared and he waved like royalty.

“I am Choi Seungcheol, former K-pop legend, current nature spirit. I have ascended.”

That night, I caught him watching the video he made of me again.

“You’re obsessed with me,” I teased, flopping beside him.

“I really am,” he said, totally serious.

Then he showed me a picture of me sneezing and said: “Even like this, you’re the most beautiful human alive.”

I tried to get revenge.

The next morning, I woke up first, tied my hair back, put on the apron, and declared: “I’M making breakfast for my baby today!”

He looked nervous. “Have you ever cooked an egg in your life?”

“Emotionally, yes.”

“…No.”

Long story short:

I burned the toast. Forgot the stove was on. Set off two smoke alarms.

He walked into the kitchen wearing a cape made out of a towel and said:

“Fear not, my love, for your sick boyfriend-” “Boyfriend.” “for your BOYFRIEND will save this nation.”

And then he made pancakes from a box mix and acted like it was a Michelin-level meal.

Later, while cuddling on the couch with my head on his lap, he poked my cheek and whispered:

“You know what’s the best part of being with you?”

“Hm?”

“I get to be silly and serious. Strong and soft. I get to burn toast and still be your man.”

I looked up at him and grinned.

“You’ll always be my man. Even with one flip flop.”

[astarionancuntnin]

Remember Me

summary: you cant make sense of where you are or even how you ended up in this cell, hells, you're not even sure of who you are at this point; any memories of your past are a blur. its all the more confusing when a group of adventurers come rescue you, and a particularly worried pale elf takes it upon himself to help you remember who you are.

rating: E

word count: 7k

pairing: astarion x you (fem!reader, reader is tav)

cw: 18+. angst, act 3 spoilers related to astarion's side quest, mentions of kidnaping and torture, memory loss, blood feeding, vampire bites, smut, oral (f!receiving), p in v, The Leg Thing followed by mating press, sweet love making, love confession. full list on ao3

a/n: loosely based on this audio (18+) from OGY.

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Pain.

It’s the first thing that hit you when your consciousness came back to you.

How much everything fucking hurt.

Your entire body felt as if it had gone through the nine Hells, all at once; you could barely find the strength in yourself to get to your feet, let alone push yourself off the ground.

Then it was the disarray when you couldn’t place what had happened for you to feel so awful.

It was as if you had woken up from a long sleep; distant voices in your head, blurry faces merging together when you closed your eyes, and an awful feeling of emptiness, as if you had forgotten something extremely important but you couldn’t put your finger on it, no matter how much you thought about it.

Nothing but endless darkness.

As much as you tried to remember your life, anything before this moment, you were met with a dark fog clouding your vision. Your family, your friends — if you even had any — had all vanished from your memory. You think you remember yourself, for the most part, but even that was a stretch; you couldn’t even remember your own bloody name.

You look around you, realising for the first time that you were in a prison cell. The course of events after waking up in this dark cell hadn’t helped; the sudden cold inhabiting you, followed by this man — this monster — barging in without as much as a warning before pushing you face first against the ground and ripping open your shirt, to then torture you as he carved your back with his knife, only to leave as suddenly as he had appeared. Barely a few words exchanged, aside from some mumbling about teaching “him” a lesson, whoever that was, and you were alone once again.

Alone, with nothing but this seething pain in your back from the butchery you had gone through, the hunger digging into your belly, and your blood leaking from your shivering form, pooling around you on the cold, hard floor.

You barely had the time to gather your thoughts when the same man came back barely minutes later to carry you out of your cell and into a larger room — keeping you restrained with some magic that visibly came from his staff — where more people waited.

By the looks of it, you had been right on one thing: this was indeed a dungeon, and you were located in the deepest part of them; this room contained only a round, rock platform, located above an endless, foggy pit.

In the state you were in, you couldn’t catch everything he said as he went on a monologue. Something about powers, freedom; whatever it was, they needed you to achieve it, that was the only thing that was clear from his speech. You couldn’t understand how any of them would follow a maniac like him, but in their eyes you noticed how they listened to his words with as much fear as awe.

Your form was shivering from the cold; you wanted to cover up your top which had been previously ripped off from your body, but it was all in vain: the restraints of his magic kept you in place, and right after his speech, you were sent flying over a designated spot floating above the ground, just like all the six other people that had surrounded you previously.

Your arms remained bound to your sides by whatever spell this monster had cast on you, leaving your chest exposed to the damp, cool air of this dungeon, and your fresh wound stinging evermore at your back.

You remember the panic tightening in your chest when you realised you couldn't escape. You remember the brief relief, hope even, at the sight of a group of adventurers approaching — one of the figures shouting at the man in the middle of the room — followed by explosions and screams. Then the fear settled in when you saw them execute one of the other unfortunate souls magically held floating around this room, one new truth forming in your mind.

They weren’t here to save you.

You would be next. They would kill you. You would die here.

The pressure in your chest grew tighter as you closed your eyes and mourned your life, one you didn’t even remember experiencing, one that — you hope — had been full of adventures, of acquaintances… of love.

This last one must’ve been true. You remember being loved — more so how it felt, even if the feeling seemed so far and long ago. You remember the butterflies in your belly, the fluster in your heart, the heat between your legs; you remember just enough to know that if you died today, at least, you would’ve died as someone who had been loved.

You didn’t expect your feet to touch the cold hard ground once more. You remember falling to your knees, your body exhausted by the abuse it had gone through in just the last few hours. You remember your dry throat when you noticed the butchered corpse in the middle of the room, barely recognizable anymore.

“Gods… what has he done to you?”

But you couldn’t seem to place the face of your saviour. The bloodied, silver curled elf who had rushed to kneel next to you after defeating your captor, who approached you and held your face so carefully.

How those crimson eyes of his had widened in horror when you flinched at his touch and backed away.

Him and his group had killed one of you who stood in this circle, who’s to say he wasn’t here to finish the job? Lure you in with a sweet touch only to snap your head off; you knew better than to let yourself fall for the first man to approach you.

“Darling, it’s over now.” He had said with his voice low, getting back on his feet to approach you as if you were an injured beast, “Just take my hand, we’re getting out of here.”

You didn’t know whether to feel insulted or reassured by his assertiveness, but you remained frozen in place, your eyes switching from the hand extended out to you and his severe look that you reciprocated with a frown to hide your terror.

“Look,” he sneered, “you can either take my hand, come with me out of this hellhole, or rot away in this godsforsaken—”

From behind him, someone from his group called out a name which stopped him mid-sentence just as his tone was rising.

“Astarion.”

A name that felt oddly familiar, despite the void in your memories. It danced beautifully as it echoed across the room and around your mind; there was something about it that just sounded right.

Astarion. A name worthy of being written in the stars, you find yourself thinking, the sound of it bringing you a familiar sense of peace, of security.

Astarion. Maybe if you repeated it enough in your head, something clearer would come up. Maybe, just maybe, then you would remember.

He took a deep breath and continued, which brought you back from your reverie, “I’m quite certain you went through the Hells and back, but for now, I’ll have to ask you to trust me, just as you’ve done in the past. Can you do that for me?”

He extended out his hand once more, this time a request rather than a command, his voice carrying out his concerns, “Can you trust me?”

“Why would I trust someone I’ve just met?” You wanted to ask, but something about the way he asked struck a chord, as if you did know him. As if you knew he spoke true when he said you used to trust him, and you finally accepted the hand he held out to you.

A hand that pulled you to your feet, and guided you out of this dreadful place.

You were given a cloak to cover your shivering form, and you walked along with them back to their camp. Back to this intriguing, yet charming man’s tent, where they all agreed you should rest for the night.

The first thing that hit you when you stepped in was the smell.

You didn’t know what it was exactly, you couldn’t recognize it, but it was intoxicating; it only made your stomach churn more. As the adrenaline of the previous hour settled down, you fell to your knees, grabbing onto your waist as the pain that had been muted came back screaming through your guts.

“Shit—” He rushed down to check on you, with one hand down your back, holding onto you, “Darling, talk to me, what’s wrong?”

“What isn’t wrong?! I was tortured, starved off, almost sacrificed for all I know, and I can’t even remember who I fucking am!” Is what you wanted to say, but all you could manage out is a groan in the middle of your sobs.

When you lifted your head, your eyes fell onto the set of messily arranged bottles from where the strong smell came from, and a quick exchange of glances told him everything he needed to know.

“Of course, you’re hungry,” He sighed heavily, "Look, I’ll gladly offer you some from my own reserves — after I’ve taken a look at your wounds.”

You had almost forgotten about them.

You averted your eyes from his gaze, your mind now racing as you expected the worst. You had no way to see what had been done to your back, but the pain you had gone through was a good indicator of how bad it would look.

Met with your silence, he continued, “I need… to see what he’s done to you. Please.”

Your eyes went back and forth between him and the dark bottles briefly considering pouncing on them to get a taste as your mouth watered in anticipation, but you reluctantly turned your back to him as you sat with your legs pressed back into your stomach, barely helping mitigate the pain in your stomach.

As you let the cloak fall from your shoulders, you heard nothing but a shaky, deflated sigh behind you. Seconds of silence passed before you considered turning around, but a part of you was terrified of the look you would find on his face.

You finally found the strength to utter your first words.

“Is it… that bad?” Your voice was rough from neglect, as the last time you had used it had been to scream when you received this torture.

You heard him take a deep breath, shaking away the shock that had previously rendered him speechless, “You must’ve already known what he carved away in your back. Hells, I knew before even looking, but seeing it…” he pauses, his tone quieting, “seeing it is another story completely.”

“I… I don’t know,” you muster with a weak voice. It's true, you had no idea, he had carved your damn back, you had no way to see the extent of his torture.

He took a deep breath, shaking away the feelings that had sneaked their way into his voice, “It’s no matter, it’s over now; Cazador is dead. He won’t hurt—” he paused, as if processing the information himself, “Anyone, ever again.”

You turned around to face him this time, “Who’s Cazador?”

He huffed, “I’m glad it was that easy for you to forget about him, but when you’ve suffered under his hand for nearly two centuries, the memories tend to linger.”

You remained silent as you stared at him, just as shocked as you were confused by his words. When he noticed your stare, his face twisted in concern, “Oh shit, you’re serious.”

You nodded silently.

He continued, tentatively, “He was my master, he’s the one we killed back in the dungeons — the one who abducted you, who did this to you. Do you not remember any of this?”

You shook your head slightly, never leaving his gaze.

“Oh dear.” His voice dropped as his eyebrows raised and his eyes widened all at once, “Do you remember anything at all — the absolute, our adventure… Do you remember… me?”

His eyes went back and forth between yours, as if he was searching them for any sign of recognition, looking for you, whoever you were behind those confused, teary eyes. You gave him another shy shake of your head, followed by a single tear coming down your cheek, a tear you weren’t sure why it was shed; whether it was from the loss of yourself, or the mourning of something you didn’t even remember having.

“Gods…” He breathed out heavily as his sight left you, his mind visibly ruminating. “He can’t… He couldn’t have… He…”

His tone suddenly changed as he growled, “That monster.”

He closed his eyes and shook his head before looking back at you, “You were with us just yesterday. You were — are this group’s leader. If… If you have no memories of your mortal life then it means…” he looked away, frowning, “He rushed your transformation to replace me in the ritual.”

None of the words he had said made any sense to you, “Transformation?”

He turned back to you to be met with your visible confusion, and he explained further, “Normally, when you’re turned, you need to be drained of your blood and buried six feet underground, before you can crawl out of your tomb to be reborn. This process takes a day, usually, and when you awaken, you are still you, but immortal and bound to your master,” he spat out the last word like it left a bitter aftertaste on his tongue.

“Now you,” he continues, “you were turned within twelve hours, which would explain why your eyes are only half red, why your fangs haven’t come out yet, and…” his voice quieted down, “why you have no memories of your past. As if the rushed transformation had actually killed this part of you along with your humanity.”

You remained focused on the first thing he had said: your eyes had changed colour?

You hadn’t had the chance to look at yourself since your awakening and if not remembering your name wasn’t anxiety inducing enough, you realised you couldn’t even recall what you looked like.

All of a sudden, panic rushed its way into your heart; you needed to see yourself. You frantically looked around the tent to find anything that could send back your reflection and practically jumped on the pocket mirror when you spotted it nearby Astarion.

Only the mirror was broken. It must’ve been; it reflected nothing.

“If that wasn’t obvious by now, this should’ve clarified things a bit,” he said.

He lowered the mirror you still held in front of you, expecting your image to be reflected eventually, maybe at a different angle, maybe with more light. Maybe another one would, maybe you were just delirious from everything that had happened only today.

“You’re a vampire now. No matter the angle, you’ll never see your reflection come out of this mirror. Believe me, I’ve tried.”

Vampire.

The word didn’t make sense; nothing made sense.

Yet, when you parted your lips to let your tongue run against your teeth; you found your canines the same size they were, that they should’ve been, but they were much sharper than what would be considered normal and you almost pierced your tongue from the gesture.

“Maybe…” he carried on, lost in thought, “there’s even a chance that the tadpole has been messing around with more of the changes your body is going through.”

“Tadpole?” You interjected, your head shaking of its own in disbelief. “What?”

He huffed in astonishment, “So you really do remember nothing.”

You sighed, “I— I don’t… As much as I try, I’m met with a void of memories. The only thing remotely familiar since I woke up has been… you.” His eyes had gone soft and bright with hope, but also melancholy. “I don’t know who you were to me, and I don’t know why, but some part of me knew I could trust you.”

He chuckled, a sad smile finding its way over his lips, “Even with your memories gone, it seems I can’t leave your mind, can I?”

You gave him a smile of your own, “Would you mind… reminding me of my life? Of us?”

“Gods, where to start, darling. Would you believe me if I told you our story began with me holding a knife to your throat?”

You found yourself smiling unconsciously, “With everything that's happened to me in the last few hours, I find that easy to believe.”

“And strangely enough it's probably the least odd part of our story.” He tilted his head, giving you a genuine smile before carrying on.

“It’s all tedious, really, but… There’s one memory I want to tell you about: The night of the tiefling party. Ugh, it was dreadful for the most part; the wine tasted like vinegar, the music was too loud, and there were too many of those bloody tieflings at our camp, to be quite sincere— “

“Not a people’s person I take it?”

“My dear, after years of being forced on and by people, the last thing you want is to be surrounded by more of them.” The sight of you parting your lips and raising your eyebrows told him you had also forgotten about this and he quickly caught onto it, changing the direction of the discussion back to the topic at hand. “But, there was one good thing that came out from this night: when we met in the woods. I had high hopes of you joining me there — although no doubts, of course — I was the most suitable option among our group after all.”

“Most suitable? Someone else wanted to spend the night with… me?”

“Darling, the whole world and their mother wanted a special moment with you. But only one of us got that honour. A chance to steal away with everyone’s new favourite leader.”

The faint sounds of the party fading: music echoing through the forest, people laughing, the cool air of a summer’s night breezing through, and good company throughout the night.

“I have been waiting for you. Waiting since the moment I first saw you. Waiting… to have you.”

You blinked, “You… were waiting for me in the woods, I’m— I’m remembering.”

“I did put a lot of effort into my entrance, I would be upset if you didn't remember it quite honestly.” You laughed softly. “Do you remember what happened afterwards?”

Your eyes roamed as you pushed the memory further, before you lifted your head to meet his gaze, “You… kissed me.”

“After you had the audacity to say I didn't have you yet while you had come to me of your own volition, yes, and then?”

You chuckled, but your smile quickly faded as your memory unlocked the next part of this puzzle. He looked at you with a knowing glint in his eyes; he was simply waiting for you to say it yourself.

“We made love.”

He sighed dramatically, “Love is such a big word for what happened back then, but…” his tongue clicked, accentuating the end of the word, “That was certainly the start of it. The start of a series of feelings that came and complicated everything. It’s what pushed me, soon after, to confess to you that it was all part of a silly plan I had to keep you in my favour. I was terrified, honestly, especially considering it was all because I initially manipulated you to fall for me…”

He paused, searching your expression before carrying on, and continued when he found nothing but soft eyes looking back. “But then — despite everything — there you were, holding me tight.”

He let go of a deep breath.

“For so long I had nothing — no one. And all of a sudden, there’s you, who held onto me, who cared so much more than anyone ever did. And I found myself not wanting to let go. I couldn't.”

He frowned, turning his gaze away, “And Cazador used that against me. As soon as he had word of my whereabouts in Baldur’s Gate and the crowd I was hanging out with, he jumped at the first chance to torture me once more. He probably thought I was unaffected by any physical pain he could impose on me by now, so he did the next worst thing: take it out on the one person I cared about in this wretched world.” He shook his head, “If we hadn’t gotten there in time—”

“But you did.” You interrupt. “You saved me and yourself in the process. This ritual wouldn’t have given you the freedom you think it carried.”

His eyes lit up, “You talk as if you knew what it entailed.”

You nodded, “It’s coming back to me, bit by bit. I remember what you told me about him. I remember the purpose of the ritual, and your plan to replace him and take his power instead.”

He sighed, “Gale thought brilliant to kill one of my brothers to stop Cazador from carrying on with the ritual. Bloody wizard didn’t realise it meant I couldn’t continue it myself then.

“Maybe he did.” His gaze flickered back to you in confusion before you continued, “You don’t need satanic powers to carry on, Astarion. You’re free now.”

He huffed, “And all it cost was my life in the sun.”

“Well,” you tilted your head, “It did cost me mine too. Once the tadpoles are gone, we’ll both be banished to the shadows once again. But we’ll be together, and that’s something at least.”

He rolled his eyes before landing them on you, “At least the transformation didn’t take away from your heartbleeding optimism, dear.”

You chuckled, “Thank the Gods for that— ugh!”

You clutched at your stomach, your body tilting forward in pain, and Astarion instantly knew the cause of your suffering; it’s something he recognized all too well.

“Hells, you must be starving. Gods know Cazador wouldn’t waste a single drop on a lowly spawn — no offence, dear.”

“None taken,” you forced a humourless laugh. “I shouldn’t have expected much considering I was to be cattle for a satanic ritual.”

He turned around and you kept a close eye on him as he handled the bottles beside him, pulling out a silver cup out of his bag of holding to pour you a portion.

“Here,” he sat back down, parting his legs open, extending one arm to you, “Come on love, sit back against me, would you?”

You stared unsure for a few seconds but obliged him. You scooted back until your back was fully resting against his chest, leaving no space lost between the two of you.

When he brought the cup forward you reached for it but he pulled back, clicking his tongue, “Oh no, my sweet, I will be the one to feed you tonight. This is your first time, we wouldn't want your primal instincts to take over now, would we?”

You turned around to stare at him for some time with incertitude and he simply tilted his head, with a sly smile, “Humour me, darling. You’ll be glad you did, hm?”

You pressed your lips together almost pouting, but acquiesced as you nestled yourself between his legs, your tense body laying against his chest once again.

He brought the cup to your mouth at long last, while his other hand held onto your chin. You gasped at his touch — while not unwelcome, it was a surprise — and you parted your lips to welcome your drink.

His hands were rough against your skin, yet there was a softness to it that made you melt under his touch. Made you want to push further into his hand to know how it would feel around your throat. It was almost enough to make you forget about the drink against your lips. Almost.

While the mere closeness of it had been invigorating, drinking it was ecstatic. It felt like your first meal in weeks, and it might as well have been with the pit that had replaced your stomach.

You took big gulps of the delectable nectar, barely pausing for air as you rushed to empty the cup’s content, eager to have your fill with this delicious substance.

“Slowly now darling,” he pulled the cup away from your lips and you gasped at the loss of your feeding source, “This is your first time feeding; I wouldn’t rush things.”

You frowned, but complied; even if you were starving, he had over two hundred years of experience with this form — you barely had a few hours. Your mind wasn’t all there yet either, and it's true that you couldn’t trust those new primal instincts to be civil enough to drink responsibly.

You held onto the one truth you knew, one that was clear ever since the start: you trust him.

You eased back into him, letting him hold you and guide you throughout your meal. The cup rested at a slightly down angle against your lips to allow you good mouthfuls of blood without overfeeding you all at once.

“There, good girl,” he purred. “You are doing so well for me, love. Small sips now, let your body recuperate from the shock.”

There was something about his voice that soothed you, brought you a peace of mind, a calm after this storm that had been your last few hours.

A shiver down your spine, that travelled all the way down between your legs.

You finished the content of the cup at a slower pace than you had started, soothed by his soft approach and the new blood filling your stomach, and he took this chance to explain more about your condition while pouring you another serving.

“Considering this is your first feeding, you’ll need a bit more to carry on until your next meal. Mind you, it’s normal if you don’t feel full; this is a curse, after all. The real challenge is to learn to live with your hunger.” He cleared his throat as he brought the cup back up to your lips, full again, “Alright now, open up, love.”

You hungrily parted your bloodied lips to welcome another serving.

“There, there, just like that.” A soft whimper left your throat between sips, and he caressed your cheek with his thumb, “Shhh, you're okay, you're doing just fine.” He leaned next to your head to whisper, “You’re perfect, my sweet.”

For a moment, you could swear you felt your heart beat anew.

You drank with his help until you finished one full bottle from his reserve, and with the pain in your stomach settling down, you allowed your body to relax against him. That’s when you felt something poking against your back, something you wanted to taste as much as the blood that had blessed your tongue just moments ago.

And he must’ve known, too.

“So, as you must’ve realised, your hunger was a side effect of the transformation. But what you’re feeling now, which I can very much smell on you, is a result of your feeding.”

If any of the blood you had ingested had made it in your veins by now, they must’ve all rushed to your cheeks at this very moment.

“Blood,” he continued, “Brings us back alive temporarily; it warms us, allows our hearts a few shy beating of their own, but it also reawakens other mortal pleasures. The first time it can be… a tad overwhelming.”

“It’s…” You hadn’t realised how quiet your heart had been until it started beating away once more in your chest; your cheeks felt warm, your breathing had accelerated, and your core was aching. You breathed out your reply, “It really is.”

As you turned your head aside, resting against his shoulder, and your eyes lingered over his lips, another primal urge awoke in you to devour him, in every way possible. You needed to taste him, his mouth, his blood, his come—

Until you were blessed with another sudden memory, and you turned away from his lips, gazing anywhere that wasn’t on him to stop yourself from acting irrationally.

“Wait, no, I’m sorry—”

He grabbed your chin and turned you back to him in one fluid movement. “You have nothing to be sorry for, darling, and I would be more than happy to entertain these carnal thoughts I saw in those eyes of yours. Unless you’d rather spend the night with someone else?” he teased.

You held your breath as he brought you closer to him, his hand lingering over your cheek. If you just closed the distance now, you could—

“No, Astarion, I won't force—”

“Stop that right now.” He cut you off without skipping a beat, stunning you once more. “You are not forcing yourself onto me or forcing me. This, right now, right here, is my decision.”

His other hand came up to cup your face, drawing you closer to him, your lips but a whisper apart.

“I want this,” he murmured against your lips, his voice lustful and heavy with need. “I want… you.”

Your eyes locked and the second after, his lips were pressed against yours and you let yourself get lost into this kiss. How his hands held on to your face, how his tongue tasted the blood on your lips, how he whimpered into your mouth at the contact of your own tongue; this memory of love you had remembered earlier, it had been a memory of this.

His kiss, his touch, his voice, him.

Your kiss was engulfing, springing your heart back to life in a sudden rush as you met every of his kisses with the same passion, and soon enough, you were laying back against his bedroll, with him over you and stealing your breath away; one — you didn’t realise yet — you didn't need anymore.

His hands rested next to your head and you allowed yourself to reach up to hold his face, trace the lines of his age over his cheeks and down his neck, and trailing along the opening of his shirt before he broke apart from your lips.

“I’ve been thinking about this for many nights now.”

“What would I be like as a vampire?” You asked semi-jokingly.

“No, silly — Although, the question did flit into my mind once or twice, but no. I was thinking of how I would have you, the next time I would bed you. I’ve touched myself at the thought of having you again, the sounds you would make, how your cunt would feel wrapped around my cock instead of my hand—”

He took your hand from where it was resting and guided it down between his legs, and a short gasp escaped you when you felt how hard he was.

“ —but tonight, after spending a lifetime looking for it, I finally know what I want.” His half-lidded eyes seemed darker than they had been, and you lost yourself in them, "And Gods help me if I can't have you—”

“I’m yours,” you answered back in a heartbeat, your voice but a whisper, “I’ve always been, and I’ll always be, for as long as you’ll have me.”

Your words broke the remaining chains of control Astarion had over himself, as he pulled your pants off from you and removed his own shirt while your hands fumbled with his trousers. A moment later, you both laid against one another, as bare as you were on your first days on this plane of existence, your lips back on each other.

“Mmh, I wonder…” Astarion let his kisses trail down from your mouth to your jaw, then your neck.

“Hm?”

“Now that you’re a vampire,” he left small kisses alongside your neck and down your shoulder, “your blood will taste different.”

“You’ll still drink from me?”

“Well of course, dear,” he lingered in the crook of your neck, before licking his way up to your ear where he whispered, “And I can’t wait to know how you taste after you’ve tasted me.”

You shivered against his breath, fully expecting him to bite you following those words, and when he didn’t you were almost disappointed. He, on the other hand, seemed extremely satisfied with himself.

“Eager already? And here I thought I was the most depraved between the two of us.” You sighed heavily as he came back up to face you, “Maybe I will be tasting you tonight, after all. Is this something that you want?”

You smiled softly, your hand finding his cheek again, “Yes.”

When your lips met this time, it was soft, pure, communicating words you hadn’t exchanged yet despite your longing for one another. It only made you want him more.

“Speaking of tasting you,” he said against your lips, “I wonder if something else has changed.”

You barely had time to process what he had said when he made his way down your chest, briefly sucking on one of your nipples.

“Mh,” he released it with a pop, “this one still tastes the same.”

He moved to your other breast to give it the same attention, teasing it with his teeth and earning him a moan from you before releasing it, “This one as well.”

He left a path of kisses as he trailed down your navel, until he was resting between your legs with a hungry look in his eyes, “Now, for the main course—”

You weren’t prepared for his fangs to dig in the inside of your thighs, making you scream in surprise as your hands grabbed onto the sheet of his bedroll. The pain quickly turned into pleasure as he nibbled and kissed the softness of your thigh, before making his way to your wet slit, which begged for attention.

The smell of you invaded his senses and you could feel his breath over your core as he breathed you in, his arms now wrapped under your thighs as he laid on his stomach and between your legs, “Darling, you smell divine.”

A soft whimper escaped your lips as his tongue pressed against your entrance and he slowly licked all the way up to your clit, “And you taste— Gods, you taste even better than before.” He smiled up to you, his mouth covered by a cocktail of your blood and juices. “I didn’t think it could be possible.”

You were past words by now, but even if you had come up with something, you don’t think you would’ve been able to utter anything with the way his tongue worked between your legs, devouring you of your essence.

“I would forsake blood for the rest of my days if it meant I could nourish myself only of your essence, my love,” he said between licks of you. “The Gods truly made you to ruin me; I could never move on from your taste, even if I wanted to.”

His hands surrounding your thighs and his nails digging in your flesh kept you in place as he continued to worship you, and no matter how much you wiggled, his hold on you held on, as if you were the first meal he was having in days and he wouldn’t let you go until he was sated.

Astarion recognized the signs of your unbecoming as your breathing started shaking and your legs tensed around his head, pushing him to tease you further.

“Are you gonna come for me now?” He smiled between your legs, “Come on, love. Come for me. Come on my tongue.”

The vibration of his humming as he continued to savour you only added to the feeling of his tongue, lapping at your entrance and sucking over your sensitive bud, and his nails digging deeper into your thighs added a delicious hint of pain. After weeks without any sex, you were sensitive to the slightest touch, and now there he was: tasting you, devouring you, wanting you; it was all too much.

“Ah… Astarion!”

Your head fell back against the rough floor of his tent as your back arched and stars clouded your vision. You knew how ironic it was to think so, but you had never felt more alive than you did at this very moment, with your devoted lover worshipping you like the goddess who had finally answered his prayers from all those years ago.

Your legs collapsed as he let go of them to move back up to face you, and he took this chance to hook your leg with his, pushing it upwards to create the perfect angle for him to place himself against your entrance.

Your half-lidded eyes met his, delirious with lust, and you wanted to express the feeling that had been weighing on you for too long now, but when his lips collided with yours and you tasted yourself, all those words got lost on his tongue exploring your mouth.

“I’ve waited so long to finally have you,” he said breathlessly against your lips. “I kept pushing back, thinking it was never the right time.”

He licked his lips, wiping off the string of saliva that connected your mouths. “When you disappeared… I thought I had lost my only chance. I’m done waiting around.”

He slowly pushed himself into you with a low groan as he felt your slickness wrap around him, and you threw your arms around his neck as you moaned into his ear.

“Fuck, you’re so wet. So tight and warm, all for me. I would stay here inside of you for a decade if I could. You feel exquisite, my love.”

He retracted himself slowly, and plunged back in with the same agonising pace, taking in the feeling of your inside. “I’ll enjoy taking my time with you; discovering what makes you tick, tease every one of your sensitive spots. But tonight — I just want this: feeling you wrapped around me and to know that I’m the reason for your unbecoming.”

His pace accelerated, each thrust of his hips brushing against your clit as your bodies almost fused as one, pushing you closer to another edge already.

A particularly well placed thrust had you dig your nails into his back and he hissed into your ear, “Darling,” he panted, “Remind me to trim your nails when we’re done.”

You quickly realised what he meant when a poignant smell, stronger than the bergamot, brandy, and rosemary you smelled on him previously, invaded your nostrils and your mouth watered in response. What you didn’t realise was how you ended up breathing down his neck, just against the popping vein conveniently displayed for you to bite down on. Just one bite away from ecstasy.

“Still hungry, little love?”

You were snapped out from your daze by his voice purring into your ear, pulling away from his neck and blinking as you gained back control of your thoughts.

“I’m— It’s just— Your blood smells really, really good.”

He chuckled, “I tend to have that effect on people. Would you like a taste?”

You forced yourself to look into his eyes, “I… Are you sure?”

He smiled, “There’s nothing I’d like more, my love.”

His gaze reflected sincerity and you gulped as you found your way back in the crook of his neck, your lips brushing against his sensitive skin. You licked the vein you had sensed earlier but didn’t push further. That’s when you felt the vibration of his chuckle, “Go on, darling. I can take it, I promise.”

With his permission, you pushed your small fangs right over the vein in his neck, relishing in the sudden flood of his crimson in your mouth.

Whatever you drank a few minutes ago was nothing compared to his blood. He was the source in a desert you had been roaming for days, one you couldn’t believe wasn't an illusion, and you drank, and drank, losing yourself in his neck, in his taste, the very essence that fueled him.

You couldn’t tell how much you had drank or how much time had passed when he growled and pinned your arms next to your head. His hips thrusting once, deeper into you and hitting your cervix is what makes you unlatch from his neck with a moan.

“I believe that’s enough, love. Now, let me taste you.”

His lips collided with yours hungrily as he increased his pace between your legs, and he groaned at the taste of himself on your lips, running his tongue across your small fangs.

“Fuck, I need you, I need to make you mine. I need—”

Something snapped within him, a side of him you couldn’t recall ever seeing — one that he could finally let go as he pushed your legs up, pinning them down across your chest and pounded deeper into you.

He growled into your ear as he desperately rutted into you, nearing the edge of his climax at the same time as yours, “I want you, I want you for the rest of our lives, please be mine, be mine, be mine!”

“I’m yours, I'm yours, I— I love you!”

You screamed as you came, his own orgasm following closely after yours, the wave of emotions clashing with the sparks of pleasure coursing throughout your body, and for a moment, you think you died and came back to life within the same minute. It was stronger than anything you remember feeling — even with your memories still scattered, you think you’d remember something as powerful.

It’s only when you came back to your senses and was met with Astarion’s soft, dumbfounded expression, that you realised what you had just said. Panic slowly made its way into your heart and you struggled to find the right words to correct yourself.

“I’m sorry— I—”

He didn’t allow you to finish that sentence, kissing you once more to steal away those thoughts of regret that faded instantly as he pulled back to speak.

“I love you too, darling.”

Your future was paved with incertitude; your memory wasn’t all there yet, but you remembered what was important for now, and if forgetting your past was the price to create new memories with him, it was a price you were willing to pay.

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The world you left behind

Sylus died but what about the people left to miss him? What of the boy who’ll never know what lies beyond the shadow of his father’s wings?

sylus x reader (reader referred to as mother but no pronouns) 1.8k

cw: angst with a (maybe) happy ending, hurt with (maybe) comfort, mentions of blood and physical injuries, lore inaccurate, unnamed son pov.

basically a 'what if' au where mc/reader has sylus's kid after he dies in their dragon myth times. *sylus's son and the transformation scene was inspired by this art by @/napanewt (whole thread makes me sob) | also on ao3

The first time your son wished for his father happened when he was just a child.

He was born hearing tales of great dragons, of love in bloodshed, of kindred spirits and souls bound together for all eternity. Legends whispered throughout the cities were his bedtime stories, a requiem for the deceased was his lullaby.

Oh how exciting it all was to a young boy. What incredible adventures you’ve had! He wished to know more, desired to always hear of the man who's name stoked the flames of Tarus city.

“When can I meet him?” He’d asked you one night as you lay beside him in bed.

He was seven summers old, practically grown up. He would like to meet his father soon. Sylus was familiar yet completely unknown to him. A fiend that strikes fear into the hearts of the strongest warriors. Yet someone his mother speaks of so fondly, with a voice always gentle.

“I’m sorry love, your father has gone far away,” the words were ones he’d grow used to hearing. Ones he would come to resent.

But not yet.

Your son wondered if he looked the same as Sylus, as he stared at his own reflection in a chalice atop one of the many piles of treasure in your cave. You’d told him that regardless of how much he might look like you now, his silver hair and ruby red eyes come from his father.

“What about the horns?” he asked while pointing to his head. Where yours are and where his own should be. “And the tail, and… wings?”

“I hope you never grow them.” Those words confused him.

“Why?”

“Because they are a curse.”

Back then he didn’t understand what you meant. They would make him stronger, fiercer, more dragon-like. They would make him the same as the man he caught glimpses of in the shadows on the wall. The same as the man he saw in the twinkle of your eyes..

“Well, I hope I do.”

And hope he did, wished and prayed to every shining star. Desperate to be even half the man his father is. He had to be since Sylus was gone.

How else could he protect you from those who wanted to do you harm; fight off all the monsters that curse your existence and hunt you down. Men with wicked intentions and venom on their tongues. How else could he get rid of the sadness that would creep into your gaze when you think he isn’t looking. Stop the heartache that would overcome you sometimes, when you reminisce on the dragon who left you behind.

Your son was stuck with Sylus’s stories and nothing more.

The second time your son wished for his father was when the transformation started. It came suddenly and it tore him apart all at once.

The scream of pain he let out as something began to grow through the bone of his skull, tearing delicate skin. The way his own blood thickly trickled into his eyes from the open wounds. The sickening wet sounds of his body unwillingly shifting in ways it wasn't used to.

That’s how you found him. Curled up in a heap on the floor, body convulsing as if it didn’t know what to do with itself. Crimson staining everything around him.

“Mama—” he sobbed, something he hadn’t called you in years.

His voice sounded broken to his own ears, but he no longer cared about being weak. Not when it hurt so much that he wished death would save him. What a foolish child he had been to dream of this. And what a cruel father Sylus must be to let it happen. How could a father who didn’t even know him curse him so—give him what he so desperately wanted but at such a horrible cost.

He blacked out not long after, cradled in your shaking arms.

You told him later on that the same thing had happened to Sylus when he was still a young dragon and your son wondered if it would have been less scary with him around. If his father would have held him through it like you did, if he would have known what to say to make it hurt less.

He can almost imagine it.

‘Bite down on a cloth so you don’t bite your tongue.’

‘Slow your breathing, don’t panic. The adrenaline will only make it happen faster.’

‘It'll be over soon.’

‘I’m here for you.’

The next few years were hard on your son. Having to learn how to exist within his new body. He always moved wrong. Would trip over his own tail as he walked, cut his mouth with his fangs, tear flesh with his talons.

But all of that paled in comparison to the challenge that was his wings. To the humbling experience of learning to fly.

A part of him yearned for the skies yet he was wet behind the ears with the way his wings would allow him to rise for only a moment, before plummeting to the ground. Always two steps behind spring’s baby birds who could soar past him.

He learned a lot about himself during this time. That he was impatient, easy to anger, easier to lose common sense. It’s good he supposes, looking back on it. The way he was forced to prematurely clip the hubris that was growing within him. Lest he fall just as bad as Icarus.

It was during each failure—in the moment just before the crash—where he would find himself wondering if his father would hold his hands as he taught him how to take flight. Show him how to follow the wind above mountain peaks and along the edge of the horizon. Go with him to the edge of the sea beyond where the datura flowers bloom.

He remembers you asking him once, years later, if he regretted wishing to be like Sylus. If after what had to be done for it to happen, he could still want to be like him.

His answer then is the same as it would be today.

Even if the pain was once unbearable and the struggle seemingly never-ending, it chipped away at his rough edges. Honed him like a blade. He could now fight his own battles; win against those who started ones against you. He could hear the joy in your laugh as he picked you up and flew off towards the dawn. Could see the look of pride on your face.

You were proud of the man he grew to be.

It was worth it to get a step closer to his father.

The last time your son wished for his father was on the day you left him. Dragons live long but not forever and you only had half the soul of one.

It had been lifetimes since he was a boy but he felt more helpless than ever before. He could do nothing for the mother who kissed his bruises and loved him twice as much to make up for the absence of his father.

He could only lay you to rest in the field of flowers you cherished. Could only fix your hair and cover you in the softest fabric as he buried you. Lay by your grave as long as his body would let him. Through tears he cursed the heavens, cursed whatever deemed it fit to take you away. Cursed the father who was never there.

Where was he when you needed him?

…

He wondered for the last time what Sylus was like. Not as a myth or a father, but as a man.

A man beloved enough to have a son with. A man you hoped to see again in the next life.

A man you'd to turn yourself into a monster for.

Your son never came back to visit you. Never came back to the home that held nothing except bittersweet memories. He left for the farthest corners of the world and still sought to go further.

Without the father he never knew and the mother who was his everything, he was truly alone.

Centuries passed but your son never forgot you. Everywhere he went the wind and the wings of birds carried your presence. In the people he met he saw your kindness. But time was a gentle mistress to him. It healed wounds, altered him in ways never expected.

He was different. Changed to fit the new life he was living—one with towers that reached beyond the clouds, new monsters, and so many people. There was a maturity to him now. A quiet patience. Gone was the boy who would dream of dragons.

Actually, he hadn't been him for a long time.

Then it happened one day.

He was out in the city centre—waiting in line for a new cafe—when he saw you. It was only in passing but he knew it was really you. Knew it in that innate way one can recognise their mother.

Feet moved on their own and he was following behind you before he even realised. You were younger, closer to how he remembered you looking when he was a child. And where were you going? Home? Or to meet up with friends, maybe even a lover?

He just wants to watch you for a bit; won't approach you. You were different, you wouldn’t remember him and that’s okay.

You cross the street and stop, seeming to reach your destination.

He watches curiously as you sneak up behind a man with his back facing the two of you. Sees you throw yourself onto him, hugging his neck. The man turns suddenly and lets out a deep laugh, arms wrap around your waist and he leans down to smile at you.

His breath catches when he sees the stranger's face.

This man is someone he'd recognise from the very marrow of his bones. Hair silvery white like the flash of light that would hit his eyes when he used to fly too close to the sun. Eyes like the rubies that littered the floor of the cave he once called home, a perfect twin to his. And his gaze is fixed on you, much like his own. But there’s something there, a depth of love and longing he’s never seen.

“Hey!” a voice calls out to your son.

“Where are you running off too?” his lover chides out of breath, as they run up to him.  “You just suddenly disappeared, I thought you were waiting for me.”

“Sorry,” he smiles apologetically. “It’s nothing. I just… I thought I saw someone familiar.”

They talk his ear off and drag him back to the main street, but the warm feeling bubbling in his chest stops him from hearing any of it. What are the chances that his wish would finally come true. He got to see his father. On top of that, he can tell from the way he holds you that the man loves you with depths beyond time.

Across the street Sylus watches the retreating figure of a man. His gaze drawn to him with a pull he can’t quite explain.

“Sy, you know him?” you ask as you tilt your head to see who he’s looking at.

“No,” it’s true, and yet—

“He just seems familiar.”

a/n: this only exists because i was listening to epic and had sons never knowing their fathers on the brain. also tysm for 200 followers! kissing each of you on the forehead *muah*

[mononijikayu]

a day in a life — ryomen sukuna.

You set Yuji down, and he immediately takes your hand in his tiny one, his other hand reaching out to grab Sukuna's sleeve, tugging at him. "Uncle Sukuna, come on!" Sukuna grunts, letting Yuji pull him along, his expression caught somewhere between annoyance and reluctant affection. “Alright, alright, brat….I’m coming.” he says, trying to sound grumpy but failing spectacularly. You smile at the sight of them together and take Sukuna's other hand. "Looks like we're both in for an adventure, aren’t you?" you whisper.

GENRE: alternate universe - modern au!;

WARNING/S: safe for work (sfw), fluff, family, slice of life, family dynamic, light hearted, domestic, romance, protectiveness, crying, hugging, banter, humour, physical touch, happy ending, hurt/comfort, depictions of family dynamic, depiction of getting lost, depiction of anxiety, depiction of slice of life, menction of amnesia, boyfriend! sukuna, amnesiac! girlfriend! reader, domestic uncle sukuna!, nephew!yuji, i love you nephew!yuji;

WORD COUNT: 6.4k words

NOTE: the people have spoken and ryomen sukuna won my poll (again) so this is a special treat for yall!!! this is the aftermath of amnesia and reader and sukuna got back together. this is maybe a year or so to them getting back together. yuji loves his auntie!!! anyway, i hope you enjoy it. i had a lovely time writing it because this is what we deserved from gege!!! i love you all!!! thank you for your continued love <3

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── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ──

IT WAS YOUR DAY OFF. And that was something you and Sukuna had agreed about in the early dawn of your relationship together. You wanted to get to know this man you fell in love with, and many years had passed since you both even got together after your amnesia. One of those days was today. With no work obligations today and Sukuna taking a break from managing his gym, the two of you had indulged in a much-needed cozy day. 

A lot of things would change. So, Ryomen Sukuna stepped up to the plate and took some time off to just have days to cherish your time together. 

Everything had been blissfully quiet, a rarity for both you and Sukuna. Like always on these days, you’d spent the morning wrapped in a warm blanket together, watching a movie you both had half-paid attention to, more engrossed in each other’s company than the plot unfolding on screen.

Ryomen Sukuna had his arm draped around your shoulders, his fingers lazily drawing patterns against your skin. Your boyfriend doesn’t sleep that much, but when he’s in his lazy days with you — he makes an effort to rest. You worry a lot for him, after all. And he doesn’t want to add more to those worries. Begrudgingly he does it, but it makes you happy. 

He expected to spend the day with you like this all day. And Sukuna was happy with that. He likes having time with you like this, just embracing each other’s warmth and talking over the bad television shows and ordering in if you don’t feel like getting up and making a meal together.

Life was great. This was his day in a life. Sukuna had dreamed of it for years since you parted. And now that you’re together again, it just all fell into place. Nothing could be better than this. And he adores it. 

But then Sukuna's phone rang, and you watched as his expression shifted from contentment to annoyance. He sighed, glancing at the caller ID — his twin brother, Itadori Jin. You looked at him curiously as he sighed.

Reluctantly, Sukuna answered, his voice gruff. "What’s up?"

You could only hear Jin’s voice faintly on the other end, speaking quickly. Sukuna’s face darkened as Jin explained the situation — some emergency at work that demanded his immediate attention.

Because of this, Kaori, Jin's wife, would have to go and pick up their eldest son Choso alone for vacation. They didn’t wanna agitate with a long drive, since Yuji is still a little boy. And with no one else to watch over their young son, Itadori Jin was left with only one option.

Ryomen Sukuna pinched the bridge of his nose, clearly frustrated. You could almost hear his internal mantra: ‘Don’t say it, don’t say it…’

But Jin, with his usual charm and desperation, finally got to the point. “Look, can you just babysit Yuji for a couple of days until we’re back? We don’t have anyone else.”

Sukuna opened his mouth, ready to protest, but before he could even get a word out, you grinned and cut in. "Oh, we'd love to! Right, Sukuna?"

Sukuna shot you a glare that was more pout than anything else. He looked betrayed, as if you had just handed him the world’s most inconvenient challenge. You couldn't help but bit your lip, trying to stop your laughter. He's always like this when it comes to his nephew. He likes to pretend that he doesn't like him and yet, he does. A lot.

For a moment, you think he was almost like a kitten who found his owner’s antics unpleasant. You felt the tension in his arm, the muscles flexing in silent rebellion. He’d been so ready to complain, to give a flat ‘no’ but your enthusiasm left him no room to argue.

Jin laughed on the other end. “Great! Thank you, sister in law! We’ll drop him off in an hour.”

As the call ended, Sukuna tossed his phone onto the couch with a dramatic sigh, leaning his head back and closing his eyes as if he’d just endured a great ordeal. “Really?” he muttered, a sulky undertone in his voice. "You had to say yes?"

You laughed softly and nudged him with your elbow. "Oh, come on, baby. It'll be fun! Besides, Yuji is adorable. Don't you think so?"

Sukuna opened one eye, giving you a side-eyed glance. "He’s a menace, that brat." he grumbled, but there was a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "A little gremlin in disguise."

You leaned closer, wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your head against his chest. "And I think you secretly like him." you teased.

He snorted, though his arm tightened around you instinctively. "Yeah, well, I like my peace and quiet more. ‘specially since I get my fill of you."

You blushed at his words. For a moment, you could feel his heartbeat beneath your cheek, steady and strong, and you knew he would complain, sulk, and groan about this for the next hour.

But you also knew, without a doubt, that he’d be the one sneaking Yuji cookies before dinner, making silly faces just to hear him giggle, and pretending to be indifferent even as he kept a protective eye on the kid. After all, he loved his little nephew. Even if he doesn’t say it out loud.

“Fine." Sukuna grumbled finally, his voice resigned but affectionate. "But don’t blame me if he decides to climb the walls or something.”

You smiled, planting a soft kiss on his jaw. "Deal." 

Sukuna’s sigh was heavy, dramatic, but there was no mistaking the way he leaned into your touch, accepting his fate with a grumpy fondness that only made you love him more.

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ──

day one

IN NO TIME, YOU WERE ALREADY PARKING. You watched as your boyfriend carefully looked at the space as he parks with precision. You liked being in the Itadori household. Somehow, you just felt the warmth of bing alive here. They treated you like family even when you and Sukuna haven't even married. And today was no different.

When you and Sukuna arrive at Jin and Kaori’s house, you could just feel how the sun shines brightly as you pull up to the driveway. Itadori Yuji is already waiting outside, a tiny bundle of energy with his little red backpack on, his face lighting up the moment he sees you. You barely have time to get out of the car before Yuji bolts over, throwing himself at you with an enthusiastic hug that nearly knocks you back.

“Auntie!” he squeals, wrapping his small arms around your legs.

Your heart melts instantly. "Hey, Yuji!" you greet him, scooping him up effortlessly and spinning him around in a playful circle. "I’ve missed you, little guy!"

Yuji giggles, clutching onto you tighter, his face buried in your shoulder. Over your shoulder, you see Sukuna standing by the car, arms crossed, his mouth set in a grumpy line. He doesn’t say anything, but you can feel the simmering annoyance rolling off him in waves.

You shoot him a playful smile. "Look, baby!" you tease. "He's already so attached!"

Sukuna rolls his eyes, but there’s no real malice in his expression. “Yeah, yeah.” he grumbles, though his lips twitch like he’s trying to hold back a smile. “Don't spoil him too much.”

You grin and bounce Yuji in your arms, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. "How could I not? He's too cute. So precious too!”

Yuji beams up at you, clearly enjoying the attention. "Auntie, can we go to the playground?" he asks excitedly, his eyes wide and hopeful.

You look at him, amused. "Of course, we can, buddy! What do you want to do at the playground?"

Yuji's face lights up even more, if that was possible. "I wanna see my best friends! Nobara and Megumi! They’ll be there like usual!" he declares with all the seriousness a toddler can muster.

Sukuna lets out a low groan from behind you. “Great.” he mutters sarcastically. “Not only do we have to babysit the brat, but now we’re running a daycare service.”

You glance over at him with a laugh. "Come on, it'll be fun! Besides, it'll be nice to meet his little friends."

Sukuna sighs dramatically, but you catch the way his gaze softens just a fraction when he looks at Yuji. You know he would never admit it, but he has a soft spot for his nephew, even if he won’t say it out loud.

You set Yuji down, and he immediately takes your hand in his tiny one, his other hand reaching out to grab Sukuna's sleeve, tugging at him. "Uncle Sukuna, come on!"

Sukuna grunts, letting Yuji pull him along, his expression caught somewhere between annoyance and reluctant affection. “Alright, alright, brat….I’m coming.” he says, trying to sound grumpy but failing spectacularly.

You smile at the sight of them together and take Sukuna's other hand. "Looks like we're both in for an adventure, aren’t you?" you whisper.

Sukuna shoots you a look, but the corner of his mouth quirks up just slightly. "Yeah, sure. An adventure." he mutters, but you see the way his grip tightens around your hand.

Yuji swings between you two, his laughter bright and infectious as you make your way to the playground, where a day full of play, giggles, and unexpected joy awaits. You can’t help but think that he’s the purest thing in life.

The neighborhood playground is a colorful blur of swings, slides, and a few scattered benches where parents and caregivers chat while keeping an eye on their kids. You could pick up the sound of laughter filling the air from afar, and Yuji’s excitement is palpable as he practically vibrates with energy between you and Sukuna. He seems to love this place.

“Where are they?” Yuji asks, his head swiveling in every direction with tenderness, searching for his friends. “Where’s Nobara? Where’s Megumi?”

You crouch down to his level, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. “I’m sure they’ll be here soon, Yuji. Do you want to try the swings while we wait?”

Yuji nods eagerly. “Yes! Push me, Auntie!” He drags you over to the swings, his little legs moving as fast as they can. Sukuna trails behind, hands shoved into his pockets, doing his best to appear indifferent. But you catch him watching Yuji with a faint smile on his face when he thinks you aren’t looking.

You carefully lift Yuji into the swing, securing him before giving him a gentle push. Soon enough, his little fits of laughter fills the air, bright and pure, as he kicks his legs back and forth, asking for “Higher, higher!”

Sukuna leans against the swing set's metal frame, observing the scene with a mix of amusement and begrudging fondness. "Careful, babe." he warns, though his tone lacks any real bite. "Don't launch him into orbit."

You laugh softly. "Come on, he's having fun!" You give Yuji another push, his giggles ringing out as he soars through the air. "See, Sukuna? This is what a good day looks like."

Sukuna grunts, but there’s no hiding the faint smile tugging at his lips. “Sure, sure. I’ll take your word for it.”

Just then, a small voice calls out from behind you, full of excitement. “Yuji!”

You turn to see a little girl with a red bow in her hair running over, a boy with dark, serious eyes following at a more measured pace. Yuji’s face lights up even brighter. “Nobara! Megumi!” he shouts, waving his arms enthusiastically.

Nobara reaches you first, hands on her hips and a bright grin on her face. “Hey, Yuji! Hi!” She waves up at you, her bright grin was confident and charming. "Are you Yuji's auntie?"

You nod, charmed by her boldness. "I am! It's nice to meet you, Nobara. And you must be Megumi?" you say, looking over at the quiet boy who stands just a bit behind Nobara.

Megumi nods, his expression serious. “Hi.” he says quietly, his gaze shifting between you and Sukuna, assessing. He seemed like a weary kid, but you don’t blame him. 

Sukuna raises an eyebrow, clearly amused. “You two Yuji’s bodyguards or something?” he teases.

Nobara puffs out her chest, clearly taking it as an offense. “Huh?!  No we’re not! We’re his best friends!” she declares proudly. Megumi gives a small nod as he hides that almost imperceptible smile at her confidence. 

“Tch, brat—”

“That’s great!” You grinned at her. “Thank you for taking care of Yuji!”

Yuji hops off the swing, rushing over to grab his friends’ hands. “Let’s play!” he shouts, already pulling them toward the jungle gym.

You stand beside Sukuna, watching them run off with a fond smile. “See? Isn’t this nice?”

Sukuna grunts, though there’s no mistaking the soft expression on his face as he watches Yuji. “Yeah, yeah… maybe.” he mutters. “As long as nobody starts crying. Or falling and then crying.”

You laugh and nudge him playfully with your elbow. “Just admit it, you’re having a good time.”

He finally relents, sighing dramatically. “Fine, maybe it’s not that bad.” He turns his head slightly to look at you, a glint of affection in his eyes. “But only because you’re here.”

You feel a warm flutter in your chest at his words and lean closer, brushing a kiss against his cheek. “That’s the spirit, baby.” you tease softly.

As you both stand there, watching Yuji play with his friends, you feel a sense of contentment settle over you. It’s simple, this moment, but somehow perfect in its simplicity — surrounded by laughter, sun, and Sukuna’s reluctant but undeniable fondness for his nephew. And you were enjoying it all. Taking it all as it is. It was the perfect day.

Suddenly, Yuji runs back over, out of breath but beaming. “Auntie, Uncle! Can you come play too?” he asks, tugging at both of your hands with his small ones.

You glance at Sukuna, who looks momentarily caught off guard. But then, with a sigh and a half-smile, he bends down, ruffling Yuji's hair. “Alright, brat.” he says, his voice mock-gruff. “What do you want us to do?”

Yuji's eyes shine with excitement. "You can be the monsters, and we'll be the heroes!"

Sukuna raises an eyebrow. "Oh, I'm a monster now?" he grumbles, but you can tell he's already warming up to the idea.

You laugh, taking Yuji’s hand. “Okay, monsters it is. But you better run fast, heroes!”

With that, Yuji squeals in delight, dragging his friends back to the jungle gym as you and Sukuna pretend to chase after them. Sukuna might act like he’s reluctant, but you catch the way he’s smiling, truly smiling, and your heart feels impossibly full.

For now, there’s no place else you’d rather be. And you meant it.

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ──

day two

THE EXHAUSTION FROM YESTERDAY DIDN’T PREVENT YUJI FROM WANTING TO ENJOY TODAY. When the next day dawns with bright and clear skies, you could only think that it was the perfect weather for a trip to the zoo. Itadori Yuji was up early, bouncing with excitement, and his enthusiasm quickly became infectious. 

Even your boyfriend, who had initially grumbled about being dragged to a “smelly zoo” eventually caved in to his nephew Yuji’s pleas — especially after you flashed him a knowing smile and those eyes, reminding him how much this meant to his nephew. He couldn't deny you, no matter how much he tried. He grumbled loudly about it before finally saying yes. But you knew just as much that he was enjoying himself. 

You haven’t been in a zoo in a very long time, that much you could be honest about. Sukuna doesn’t seem to care for it either growing up. But you think that this was going to be great for Yuji. He adored animals. Even just seeing them on the television makes him happy and curious. It was his first time going and seeing animals like this, up close. And you just know that it would be such a great time for him.

As soon as you arrive, Yuji is practically vibrating with energy. He tugs at your hand and points at the map, his little face glowing with excitement. “Auntie, Uncle, can we see the lions first? And then the penguins! Oh, and the monkeys too!” he babbles, his words tumbling over each other in his eagerness.

You nod with a smile. “Of course, Yuji. We have all day to see everything!”

Sukuna shakes his head, hiding a grin. “Just try not to run off, brat.” he warns, ruffling Yuji’s hair. “We don’t want to be chasing after you like yesterday at the playground.”

Yuji beams up at him. “Okay, Uncle Sukuna! I’ll stay with you!”

You spend the morning moving from one exhibit to another, enjoying the wonder in Yuji’s eyes as he watches the animals with wide-eyed fascination. He claps excitedly at the lions, laughs at the playful monkeys, and insists on mimicking the penguins’ waddles, much to your amusement and Sukuna’s reluctant chuckles.

You take plenty of photos, capturing the joy on Yuji’s face and even getting a rare shot of Sukuna smiling genuinely, one arm slung casually around your shoulders as he watches Yuji with a fond, if exasperated, expression. You think that you’ll have fun looking through it and printing it out for the photo albums. You were sure Kaori and Jin would love to have some copies too.

By lunchtime, you settle down at a picnic table near the petting zoo area. You hand Yuji a juice box, and he takes it eagerly, swinging his legs and chattering non-stop about the animals he’s seen and what he wants to see next. You all carefully eat your lunches and just let the food settle down for a little while. Sukuna sat beside you, drinking a big glass of cola to try and cool off the heat.

“Auntie, Uncle, can we see the elephants next?” Yuji asks between sips, his face flushed with excitement.

You nod. “Absolutely. After we finish lunch, we’ll head over there.”

“That's on the other side of the zoo.” Sukuna points out to you.

You looked at your boyfriend with a small smile. “And guess what? We’re still going!”

Yuji grins and quickly finishes his juice, already standing up and tugging at your arm. “Okay, let’s go now!”

You laugh softly, but Sukuna gently pulls him back to the table. “Hey, slow down, kid. Let us finish our food first.”

Yuji pouts for a moment but eventually nods, bouncing on his toes while he waits. A few moments pass, and you’re almost done with your meal when a family nearby starts laughing loudly, drawing Yuji’s attention. Curious, he takes a few steps toward them, his bright almond eyes wide with interest.

“Yuji, stay close to us.” you remind him, keeping an eye on him as he moves closer to see what’s happening.

But as you turn to answer a question from Sukuna, just for a second, when you look back, Yuji is gone. Your heart drops to your stomach as your eyes open widely, your mouth shaking as you try to speak. You suddenly couldn’t speak and fright started to get to you.

“Yuji?” you call out, your voice a bit louder now, scanning the area. Panic begins to creep into your chest.

Your boyfriend Sukuna immediately stands up, his expression shifting from relaxed to alert in an instant. You can tell by the look in his eyes. He was just as panicked. 

“Where’d he go?” he asks, his voice tight with concern.

You feel a knot forming in your stomach as you look around frantically. “He was just here, babe…i just….”

Sukuna curses under his breath, his eyes scanning the crowded area with growing urgency. “Yuji!” he calls out, louder this time, his voice cutting through the chatter of the crowd.

You quickly weave through the nearby groups of people, calling Yuji's name, your heart racing. You could feel the knot of guilt in you. Your mind started to race with many thoughts. You could have looked after him better, you could have been more vigilant. You were the adult. How could you let this happen? Sukuna is right behind you, his hand protectively on your back as you search, his expression darkening with worry.

“He couldn't have gone far, babe.” you say, trying to keep the panic from your voice. “He’s probably just wandered off… right?”

Sukuna clenches his jaw, a determined look crossing his face. “Yeah, but we need to find him now.” he says firmly.

You both decided to split up, checking around the petting zoo and nearby exhibits. Your heart is pounding in your chest, and a dozen scenarios flash through your mind. But you push them aside, focusing on finding Yuji.

Minutes feel like hours as you weave through the crowds, your desperate voice growing hoarse from calling his name. Just as your heart is about to leap into full-blown panic, you hear a familiar, small voice.

“Auntie?”

You turn sharply and spot Itadori Yuji standing a few feet away, holding the hand of a zookeeper. Relief floods over you as you rush over, immediately dropping to your knees and wrapping your arms around him. You could feel like you were going to burst into tears just holding him like this. You were relieved. He was here. He was safe. He’s okay. You thank the gods above.

“Yuji! Thank goodness, you’re okay!” you say, your voice trembling with relief.

Yuji looks up at you with wide eyes, his lower lip trembling. “I’m sorry, Auntie. I just wanted to see the elephants…”

You hug him tighter, feeling your boyfriend’s presence beside you as he drops down to Yuji’s level, his expression stern but his eyes soft. He must have seen you both and ran over here as quickly as he could. He purses his lips int a tight line as he observed his nephew for injuries or bruises and even cuts.

“Brat, you scared us.” Sukuna says, ruffling Yuji’s hair more gently this time. “You have to stay close, got it? Don’t do that again.”

Yuji nods, tears brimming in his bright big eyes. “I’m sorry, Uncle Sukuna… I didn’t mean to…”

Sukuna’s expression softens completely, and he sighs, pulling Yuji into a hug. “Yeah, yeah, it’s okay, brat.” he mutters, his voice a little rough. “‘s not your fault, okay? Just….hold my hand next time.”

Yuji nods against his shoulder, and you reach over, brushing a tear from his cheek. “Come on, let’s go see those elephants, hmm? Together this time,” you say softly.

Yuji sniffles but nods, and you stand up, taking his hand. Sukuna rises too, keeping a protective arm around you both. “Yeah, together.” he agrees, his tone firm but warm.

You thank the zookeeper and solemnly leave, with Sukuna carrying Yuji in his arms still trying to comfort him. Your boyfriend pat his nephew’s back, stroking it over and over to comfort him. It broke your heart that Yuji was upset. But he was here. And he’ll be okay. That’s all that mattered to you. You knew just as much that Sukuna was the same.

The three of you head toward the elephant exhibit, Yuji keeps close between the two of you, his little hand gripping yours tightly, and Sukuna’s hand resting on his shoulder. Despite the scare, you feel a sense of calm wash over you, knowing that as long as you’re all together, everything will be alright. 

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ──

day three

THE SLEEP WAS ROUGH LAST NIGHT. You didn’t want to let go of Yuji in your sleep. He had ended up not wanting to leave your bed last night and slept with you and Sukuna in your bedroom. He still was anxious from being lost, you can’t help but think. And you don’t really blame him for it. Sukuna didn’t utter a word and just let it be, wrapping the covers on your bodies and went to close the night light.

Come morning, you wake up to the sound of muffled clinking and clattering coming from the kitchen. You couldn’t help but blink your eyes open, the early light filtering through the curtains. Beside you, Sukuna stirs, frowning slightly at the noise. 

“What’s that racket?” he grumbles, rubbing his eyes.

You sit up, listening closely. The noise continues — the unmistakable sound of plates and silverware being moved around, a chair being dragged across the floor. You glance at Sukuna, a smile tugging at your lips. “Sounds like our little guest is up to something.”

Sukuna narrows his eyes suspiciously. “That brat better not be doing anything dangerous in there.” he mutters, though there’s no real heat in his voice.

You both get out of bed and quietly make your way to the kitchen, peeking around the corner. There, in the middle of the kitchen, stands Yuji, a determined expression on his face as he tries to balance on a chair he's pushed against the counter.

His small hands are busy spreading a thick, uneven layer of butter on a piece of bread, followed by an enthusiastic dollop of jam. Nearby, a bowl of cereal overflows with milk, and a few spilled Cheerios are scattered across the counter.

Yuji mutters to himself under his breath, clearly focused on his task. “Okay, okay… just a little more…” He tips the milk carton a bit too far, and more milk splashes onto the counter. He gasps softly but quickly goes back to his sandwich-making, a look of concentration on his face.

You can’t help but smile, and Sukuna, despite his earlier grumbling, looks a bit amused too. “What’s he doing?” Sukuna whispers, leaning closer to you.

“I think… he’s making us breakfast, babe.” you whisper back, feeling your heart melt a little.

Before you can say anything, Yuji notices you both standing there. His eyes widen in surprise, but then he beams, his face lighting up with pride.

“Auntie! Uncle Sukuna!” he exclaims. “Good morning! I… I made you breakfast!” He gestures to the chaotic spread on the counter, looking so proud of himself that you can’t help but feel a swell of affection.

You step forward, giving him a warm smile. “Wow, Yuji! This looks… delicious!” you say, trying to sound as genuine as possible while suppressing a laugh at the mess.

Sukuna crosses his arms, one eyebrow raised, but there’s a soft look in his eyes. “Yeah, brat, you really outdid yourself.” he says with a small grin. “What’s the occasion?”

Yuji’s smile falters a little, and he looks down at his feet, shuffling nervously. “I… I wanted to say sorry for yesterday.” he mumbles. “I didn’t mean to make you worry… So I wanted to make you a special breakfast to make up for it.”

Your heart melts at his sincerity. You crouch down to his level and pull him into a gentle hug. “Oh, Yuji, you don’t have to do that for us.” you say softly. “We know you didn’t mean to worry us. We’re just happy you’re safe.”

Yuji hugs you back tightly, burying his face in your shoulder for a moment. “But I wanted to, Auntie!” he insists. “Because I love you and Uncle Sukuna… and I wanted to make you smile.”

Sukuna’s expression softens further, and he crouches down next to you, ruffling Yuji’s hair. “Hey, brat, you already made us feel relieved.” he says gruffly, though his voice is unusually gentle. “But I guess we should at least taste this fine meal you’ve prepared, huh?”

Yuji’s face lights up again, and he nods eagerly. “Yes! I made a sandwich and cereal! It’s my favorite!”

You and Sukuna exchange a glance, amused but touched by Yuji’s earnestness. You take a bite of the butter-and-jam sandwich, doing your best to keep a straight face as the unevenly spread butter melts on your tongue alongside a very generous layer of sweet jam.

“It’s… unique.” you say, giving Yuji a big smile. “Thank you, Yuji.”

Sukuna follows suit, picking up the cereal bowl and taking a careful sip of the overly milky concoction. “Mmm.” he says with a nod, holding back a chuckle. “Not bad, brat. Not bad at all.”

Yuji beams, clearly delighted by your reactions. “Yay! I’m glad you like it!” He claps his hands, his earlier nerves completely gone now.

You reach over and give Yuji another hug. “Thank you for being so thoughtful, Yuji.” you say warmly. “You’ve definitely made our morning.”

Sukuna nods, wrapping an arm around Yuji’s shoulders. “Yeah, brat….you’re alright.” he says, a rare softness in his tone. “But next time, let’s make breakfast together, okay? Might save a little bit of the kitchen from total destruction.”

Yuji giggles, nodding eagerly. “Okay, Uncle Sukuna! Next time, we’ll make pancakes!”

You smile, feeling a wave of warmth wash over you as you look at the two of them. Despite the mess, despite the unexpectedness of it all, you can’t think of a better way to start the day.

Later that morning, as you and Sukuna help Yuji clean up the kitchen — which now looks like it’s survived a mini tornado — your phone rings. You glance at the screen and see it’s Jin calling. You exchange a quick look with Sukuna, who’s wiping a smear of jam off the counter, and answer the call.

“Hey, Jin!” you greet him warmly, keeping an eye on Yuji, who is carefully stacking dishes in the sink. “How’s everything going?”

Jin’s voice comes through, sounding a bit tired but cheerful. “Hey! We’re wrapping up at work sooner than we thought. Kaori’s gonna arrive in a day or two. I just wanted to let you know I’m on my way back home. I should be there in a few hours.”

You feel a pang of mixed emotions — relief that Jin and Kaori are safe and on their way back, but also a little sadness knowing this means Yuji’s stay with you is coming to an end. “That’s great news, Jin.” you say, glancing at Yuji. “We’ve had such a fun time with Yuji, he’s been wonderful.”

Jin laughs. “I’m glad to hear that! I hope he wasn't too much trouble for you guys.”

Sukuna snorts softly, overhearing the conversation. “Trouble? That’s an understatement.” he mutters, though there’s a fondness in his voice that he doesn’t bother hiding.

You grin at Sukuna’s comment before turning your attention back to Jin. “No trouble at all.” you assure him. “Yuji’s been an absolute sweetheart.”

Jin sighs, a smile evident in his tone. “Thanks for looking after him. We’ll come to pick him up as soon as we get back.”

You hang up the phone and turn to Yuji, who’s watching you with wide, curious eyes. He tilts his head slightly. “Was that Daddy?” he asks, his little voice hopeful.

You nod, smiling gently. “Yes, Yuji. Your dad said he and your mom are on their way back. They’ll be here to pick you up soon.”

Yuji’s face falls, and his shoulders slump. “But… but I don’t wanna go home yet.” he murmurs, his lower lip jutting out in a pout. “I’m having so much fun with you and Uncle Sukuna…”

Sukuna raises an eyebrow, crossing his arms as he looks down at his nephew. “Oh, come on, brat.” he says, trying to sound stern but failing miserably. “You miss your parents, don’t you?”

Yuji frowns and shakes his head, his small hands clenching the hem of his shirt. “But I wanna stay here longer! We didn’t even make cookies yet!” he protests, looking between you and Sukuna with pleading eyes.

You kneel down to his level, brushing a strand of hair away from his face. “Yuji, we’ve had so much fun with you, and we’re going to miss you too.” you say softly. “But your mom and dad miss you too, and they can’t wait to see you.”

Yuji’s eyes welled up with tears, and he looked down, his voice barely a whisper. “I know… but I like being here… with you two.”

Sukuna sighs, his expression softening. He crouches down beside you, his hand resting on Yuji’s shoulder. “Hey, brat.” he says, his tone gentler now, “Just because you’re going home doesn’t mean we won’t see you again. We’ll have more fun days together, I promise.”

Yuji sniffles, wiping at his eyes with the back of his hand. “Really?”

“Really.” Sukuna confirms, ruffling his hair. “And next time, we’ll definitely make those cookies, huh? Maybe even chocolate chip ones. What do you say?”

Yuji’s face brightens a little, and he nods, his tears already forgotten at the mention of chocolate chip cookies. “Okay… but can we still go to the park one last time before I go home?”

You exchange a glance with Sukuna, and he rolls his eyes playfully. “Alright, one last trip to the park.” he concedes with a smirk. “But only because you already made us breakfast.”

Yuji grins, and you can’t help but smile too, your heart feeling full. “Let’s get ready, then.” you say, standing up and taking Yuji’s hand. “One more adventure before your parents come to get you.”

Yuji cheers, jumping up and down excitedly. “Yay! Let’s go!” he exclaims, all traces of sadness gone.

As you head out the door, you feel Sukuna’s hand slip into yours, giving it a light squeeze. “You’re good with him, you know? Thank you for that, babe.” he murmurs, a rare softness in his voice. 

You smile up at him. “Oh, you don’t have to thank me. You’re just as good with taking care of him, you know? Love that about you, babe.” you reply.

Sukuna couldn’t help but snorts but doesn’t disagree, a faint blush coloring his cheeks as he leads the way, Yuji’s laughter filling the air. And for now, that’s all that matters.

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epilogue

Itadori Choso finally arrives home from college after a long drive. He was eager to spend some time with his little brother, Yuji. Being far gone in college, all he thinks about is when he’d get to play with his little brother. And he can’t wait. He steps into the house, dropping his bags by the door with a loud thud, and immediately calls out in front of his mother.

“Yuji! I’m back!”

Yuji, who has been doodling in the living room, perks up and runs over to greet him. “Big brother!” he shouts, throwing his arms around his older brother in a big hug. But no sooner has he hugged Choso than he starts babbling excitedly. “Guess what! I had the best time ever with Uncle Sukuna and Auntie!”

Choso’s smile wavers slightly, and he looks down at Yuji with a puzzled expression. “Oh, did you?” he asks, his tone laced with a bit of unease. “What did you do with them?”

Yuji’s eyes light up as he launches into a detailed recount of every moment spent with you and Sukuna, from the trip to the zoo to making breakfast and playing at the park. “And then Uncle Sukuna said we’ll make chocolate chip cookies next time! And Auntie said we could go to the beach too!”

Choso’s smile turns into a slightly forced grin as he listens, nodding along but feeling a twinge of jealousy in his chest. “Wow, sounds like you had… a lot of fun.” he says, trying to keep his voice light. “But hey, I’m back now, so we can have fun too, right? We can do all the things we used to do!”

Yuji’s face scrunches up in thought for a moment before he shrugs. “I guess…” he says, a bit too nonchalantly for Choso’s liking. “But Uncle Sukuna is really funny, and Auntie gives the best hugs. And we were going to make pancakes!”

Choso’s eye twitches slightly. “I can make cookies too, you know,” he says, sounding just a tad defensive. “I’ve been making them for you since forever, Yuji.”

Yuji nods, but he looks unconvinced. “Yeah, but… Uncle Sukuna flips them really high in the air. And Auntie says we can put as many chocolate chips as we want!”

Choso crosses his arms, his brow furrowing. “Oh, really?” he mutters. “Well, I bet Uncle Sukuna can’t make cookies shaped like dinosaurs like I can.” He puffs out his chest a little, feeling smug.

Yuji’s eyes widen for a second, but then he shrugs again. “Maybe!” he admits. “But Uncle Sukuna and Auntie took me to the zoo and the park, and we saw a real dinosaur—uh, I mean, a lizard that looked like one!”

Choso’s eyebrow twitches again, and he huffs. “Yeah, well, that’s cool and all, but I’m way cooler than Uncle Sukuna, right?” he says, trying to sound casual, but his voice pitches a little higher than usual.

Yuji tilts his head, considering this for a long, exaggerated moment. “Umm… I dunno…” he finally says, looking genuinely torn. “You’re both cool. But Uncle Sukuna can lift me with one arm! Can you do that?”

Choso frowns. “Of course, I can! I’m your big brother!” He scoops Yuji up in a single swift motion, lifting him high into the air. “See? I’m strong too!”

Yuji giggles, kicking his legs. “Okay, okay! You’re strong too, Choso!”

Choso sets him down with a triumphant grin, feeling like he’s finally won this little contest. “See? You don’t need Uncle Sukuna. You’ve got me.”

But then, just as Choso thinks he’s secured his place as Yuji’s favorite, you and Sukuna walk through the front door, having stopped by to return a forgotten toy. Yuji’s face lights up like a thousand-watt bulb. “Auntie! Uncle Sukuna!” he squeals, running over to you both.

Choso watches, deflated, as Yuji clings to your leg, babbling excitedly about your return. He turns to Sukuna, glaring a little. “So, you think you’re the cool uncle, huh?” he grumbles.

Sukuna smirks, crossing his arms with a cocky grin. “I don’t think, kid. I know.”

Choso rolls his eyes, muttering under his breath, “I knew I should’ve stayed home this semester…” 

You laugh, noticing Choso’s pout, and lean in conspiratorially. “Don’t worry, Choso.” you say with a wink. “There’s always room for many cool people in Yuji’s life.”

Choso sighs but manages a smile. “Yeah, yeah, I guess so.” he mutters, giving in with a playful eye roll. “But I’m still making those dinosaur cookies with him today.”

Yuji bounces up and down excitedly. “Dinosaur cookies with chocolate chips!” he exclaims, clearly enjoying this newfound competition for his affection.

Sukuna scoffs, grinning. “Game on, Choso. Game on.”

And with that, Choso knows his days of being Yuji’s favorite are numbered… but at least it’ll be fun trying to win back the title.

[cloudzoro]

Platonic Strawhats x Reader

The strawhats care for you after you get hurt in battle

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You're sweating like a dog but you're cold to the touch. The taste in your mouth is both earthy and metallic. You watch colours swirl around your blurred vision. Nami calls out your name and then it's quiet.

When you finally open your eyes you're unable to move for a few seconds. Your stiff muscles struggle to pull you up. When you manage to sit, you realise you're alone. You're in your room, on the sunny. The air smells like cooked food so you figure it must be dinner time for your family. You look down at the bandages wrapped around your stomach where an enemy blade had been. You couldn't feel much pain, you couldn't feel much of anything. The bandages were clean, you assume Chopper must have changed them for you.

Your crewmates, your family, are present everywhere in your room. Nami's accessories are all over the place, if you didn't know any better you could easily mistake this for her room. It almost makes you teary to think she'd been staying in here with you for the past three days. The floor next to your bed is worn as if one of them, most likely Usopp, had been pacing back and forth. There's a couple of books stacked on your desk, the combination of non fiction and adventure stories makes you think both Robin and Jinbe have been in here to read to you while you were out. There's an empty teacup sitting on your bedside table, you bet a hundred berries it belongs to Brook. You can't see anything of Franky's lying around but you're sure you can recall his voice murmuring to you. You can tell he's been in the room from the faint metallic smell in the air. Which just leaves Zoro and Luffy. You're caught up in the game you've made up for yourself when you hear a deep cough from the doorway. You turn your head to see Zoro standing there, holding a plate of food.

Your calendar has been updated, the pen is neat and the lines crossing out the days are slightly curved. Robin must've been crossing them out for you. You can see that it's been three days since the battle. There is a fresh glass of water and some fruit on the side table next to your bed. You shakily lift the cup to your lips and you silently thank Sanji as you drink down the glass.

“Luffy, Y/n's awake!” he calls. Seconds later, your captain dives through the threshold of your room, reaching out his arms to you. He wraps you up in a hug and places an affectionate kiss on your cheek. Your captain's boundaryless affection was something that had taken a while to adjust to you. Luffy's deep, unconditional, love was something that you and the rest of your crewmates hold dearly. The realisation that Luffy was worried about you, that they were all worried about you, has tears beginning to spill.

The thought of them all around you, making sure you get better despite knowing your injuries would heal just fine, makes your stomach turn. The queasy feeling is common around here. You've been with the strawhats for years but you can't quite get used to their shameless expressions of love. Luffy tells you to stop crying, that there's no need for tears now that you're ok. Luffy backs off to let Zoro place the plate of food on your lap. He's stern when he tells you to eat but there's a soft air to the way he gently leans against the wall, refusing to leave until he's taken care of you. Zoro takes the protection of the crew very seriously, he most likely blames himself for letting you get so badly hurt. It's best to let him see that you're fine and he has nothing to be guilty about. Zoro isn't a ‘talk it out’ kind of guy, he's a man of action.

When Luffy moves to the end of your bed, Sanji comes rushing in. Usually, Zoro would roll his eyes or make a biting comment at the way Sanji dotes on you but he keeps his mouth shut as Sanji cradles your face in his hands. Sanji tells you he was terrified, that he's sorry he couldn't stop the man that stabbed you and that he hopes his food will help you recover. You eat as Sanji, Zoro and Luffy watch in silence. Nami and Usopp had shown up at some point, exhaling in relief as you seem to be enjoying your food. You had been amongst the first to join the crew and the bond you have is unmatched. It's beyond platonic or romantic. .

“Oh thank god you're ok” cries Nami as you finish your meal “I stayed here with you the last three nights, you were murmuring to yourself and it was making me worried”

“I wasn't worried!” exclaimed Usopp, placing his hands on his hips. “I knew that my words of encouragement would help you wake up” he says, making you laugh.

“You're right, Usopp. Thank you” You say, voice weak from lack of use. “Thank all of you for taking care of me” Your thanks is met by frantic refusals telling you not to thank them because that's what friends do. After eating a meal and crying and seeing the faces of the people you love most, you start to feel drowsy. Sanji is first to notice, quickly pulling the plate from your lap and placing it on the bedside table. “I know I've just slept for three days but I'm exhausted”

Nami tells you to go back to sleep and you listen, lying back down. You drift off comfortably without a care in the world knowing your strawhats will be right there when you wake up again.

[kairoot]

. ✦˚ FIRST STEPS . . . 엔하이픈 !

ׂ ִ SYNOPSIS. enha hyung line’s reaction to when your baby takes their first steps. PAIRING. enha!hyungline x 𝑓．𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 GENRE. fluff REQUESTED. no WARNINGS. pet names, not proofread, lmk if i missed anything

— ( 𝓂𝑖𝑙𝑎𝑛’𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑠 ) . pls leave reblogs, they are much appreciated !!

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HEESEUNG can’t stop himself from smiling when your daughter takes her first steps. it’s one of the moments that makes him so proud to be a father. he was playing with her in your living room, her toys scattered everywhere but they were long forgotten once her dad had walked in the room.

he was sitting on the floor, raising her in the air and bringing her back down, causing her to giggle. he’d set her down so that she was standing in front of him as he held onto her hands. at first he was playing around, but then she let go of them. he was slightly surprised but let her stand on her own, his hands still in front of her just in case she toppled over. the 11 month old wobbled as she tried to balance herself but she was able to stand on her own, nonetheless. after a while of her standing and smiling at her father, she put one foot out, making heeseung’s eyes widen. he tried to contain his excitement, not wanting to startle his baby, but the restraint only lasted about 10 seconds.

she had put the other foot out and was now taking very slow steps towards her dad. heeseung’s cheeks were hurting from him smiling so widely. she stopped when she was only a few inches from him, too tired to keep going so he picked her up.

“look at you, sweetheart! you did it!” he kissed her cheek, going back to lifting her in the air.

JAY was so shocked to see his baby boy becoming so independent at such a young age. he decided to try to use his legs on his own, seeing as he was always carried anywhere you and jay went or he’d crawl. jay’s back was turned when your son was settled in the middle of the kitchen. he’d crawled in behind jay, wanting to be wherever his father was. he was entertained by the toys for a bit until he decided to ditch them and try something new.

he crawled near the island counter, placing his hands on the side of it and pushing himself up. this was no problem for him seeing as he’s done it before. he stood for a few seconds, trying not to fall. jay was still cutting up carrots, humming to himself and not paying attention to his little human behind him. he’d stood for a minute before deciding to take a wobbly step towards his dad. he began babbling quietly, which seemed to catch jay’s attention this time.

“what’re you talking about back there, little man?”

the baby babbled louder, as if he had wanted jay to turn and look at him. he took another step toward jay, wobbling and beginning to get excited at his little adventure. jay finally turned his head, eyes nearly popping out of his head as his son took another step towards him. he quickly dropped the knife, crouching to the baby’s level, holding his hands out.

he seemed to become more motivated, seeing his father encouraging him to keep going. he continued to take those wobbly steps until he reached jay’s arms. he nearly let a tear slip as he picked his son up, peppering kisses all over his face and telling him how good he was.

JAKE was beyond ecstatic when your baby walked for the first time. it was one of the most unexpected things ever. you and jake always had a fear that she wouldn’t be able to learn on her own but one night, she proved the both of you wrong. jake came in from practice, utterly exhausted and wanting nothing more than to crawl into bed and cuddle with the girls he loved the most. he opened the door to your home to see you and your daughter playing on the floor. his heart warmed at the sight as he dropped his bag next to the door.

both of your heads snap up at the sound, your daughter instantly giving her dad her signature gummy smile. jake could’ve melted right then.

“hi, baby,” he cooed, beginning to walk towards her but halted when she crawled toward him. he was going to let her come to him but was shocked to see her pick herself up and stand on both feet.

your jaw fell as you both watched her stand on her own but hesitating.

“come on, baby girl, you got it..” jake encouraged her, smiling widely. she looks up at him with puppy-like eyes, starting to move toward him. she steps carefully, unaware of what she was doing.

jake lifted her up before she even got directly in front of him, his excitement overwhelming him. he kissed her cheek and head, feeling like the proud father he was.

“see? i told you you could do it, princess, good job!”

SUNGHOON actually became emotional, which is not what you’re used to seeing. the word ‘proud’ is not enough to describe how he felt in the moment your son took those steps. you were in bed reading a book while sunghoon sat on the floor on the baby’s play mat. he watched his son play by himself, the alphabet blocks amusing him for whatever reason. sunghoon looked down for a moment to check his phone but when he looked up again, the baby was rising to stand on his own. hoon’s eyes widened as he watched carefully.

“babe,” he whispered to you, trying to get your attention. “look.”

you looked up from your book to see your son walking toward sunghoon with his arms out, reaching for him. to your surprise, he got to sunghoon rather quickly, as if he’d already knew how to walk.

you’d never seen sunghoon smile as hard as he did. you threw the book to the side, moving to sit on the play mat with the two.

as you cooed at your baby, you noticed sunghoon’s expression as he looked at your son. tears brimmed his eyes as he continued to smile. you placed a hand on his back, rubbing it gently.

“he actually did it.” he said, wiping his eyes.

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[rebornofstars]

holy fuck this post might actually kill me

are you trying to ruin me on purpose rose!!!!!

it will hurt to realise. to wake up one day and remember he's never going to see them again, not as they were. not as they knew him. it hurts to sit up in bed and remember how childish he was. how much he brushed off. how much better things could've been if he'd been less of a brat, less of a kid, less convinced he knew better. and it wouldn't've been the same, but maybe he could've made it easier on them. because he hurts to realise, now, everything they went through. the blood they all spilt. the fear and the desperation and the sacrifices they all made. he hadn't thought it was a big deal at the time. he hadn't understood. and little baby time is like that, now, stupid and selfish and immature, but he's going to leave and get bigger and get a chance to do it again and do it right. do it better. and wind never will

What if- what if Wind’s trauma doesn’t register with him until he’s older. What if as a teenager he thinks he’s super cool for going on adventures and fighting and stuff but then the trauma slams into him when he’s older. One day he’ll realise just how fucked up his life was and all the things he disregarded or made a joke about before come back to haunt him. What if…

[iris88877]

ASTROLOGY OBSERVATIONS Part-1

Lilith in the 1st house : the person has a magnetic aura to them that makes people love them or hate them or both at the same time but in any case they think about them sexually and there's no doubt about that/ dark feminine energy

Lilith in the 10th house: it's the same as Lilith in the 1st house but the only difference when it's in the 10th house that it comes with rumors and maybe some problems in term of work and coworkers so yeah

Scorpio Mars: When these people set their mind to something, nothing can stop them. They’ve got this intense, magnetic energy that pulls you in and won’t let go. Scorpio Mars folks are all about getting to the bottom of things, no matter how deep they have to dig. They’re relentless, driven, and sometimes a little intimidating. You don’t want to mess with them because they play for keeps and don’t back down easily. Their passion is unmatched, and they bring a certain raw power to everything they do.

Sun in the 10th house: so let me tell you something, a lot of people talk about Leo suns and how they like the attention, but have you ever met someone who has their sun in the 10th house?! These people want power baby , they want to be in control and all the eyes on them they like that trust me

Moon in the 12th house : that's a hard placement to have , so first these people when you ask them about their emotion and they say they don't know, believe it or not they really don't know , it's like their emotion being hidden from them, when something happens they just don't feel anything or just don't know how to feel? this is so hard , and another thing, so these people are so delusional specially when it comes to their emotion, they fantasize a lot and live in another world, they love music Sooo much more that normal people do because music just takes them to their emotional World that's filled with illusion and they do anything they want there they just feel so happy doing that

Sagittarius Venus: Love for these individuals is a grand adventure. They’re always looking for a partner who can keep up with their wild spirit and thirst for new experiences. Honesty and freedom are non-negotiables for them, and they won’t stick around if they feel trapped or lied to. They bring a lot of enthusiasm and positivity into their relationships, making everything feel like an epic journey. Being with them means lots of spontaneous trips, deep philosophical talks, and never a dull moment.

Libra Risings: These people have a charming and diplomatic aura that makes them natural peacemakers. They’re always looking for balance and harmony in their relationships and surroundings. Libra Risings are social butterflies, often surrounded by a wide circle of friends. They have a keen sense of aesthetics and are drawn to beauty in all its forms. They’re the ones you go to for advice on style, relationships, and anything else that requires a touch of elegance.

Virgo moon : okay that's another hard placement to have , just imagine the amount of overthinking here , whenever is Virgo in your chart it's will make you overthink about the term of that planet , like some sort of anxiety ? And when it's in the moon , you will overthink your emotions, you will feel everything but you just can't describe it , for example if someone blocked you without a reason that will hurt you in someway and then you will overthink it like why and how and what's the reason and you will be thinking why they did that and 100 reasons comes to your mind and you feel bad, the insecurities and anxiety come to the surface , you're stomach hurts, you can't sleep, you can't stop thinking about it and this is for some basic cases , so imagine if it was a deeper cases ... That's scary to even think about...

Cap moon /Moon- Saturn ( conjunction/ opposite/ square): oh... I'm sorry... These people really needs emotional support, you can tell me anything but these people need love ,need care and need support, they act so strong on the outside but in the inside they are really sensitive, they just need to be loved and nurtured by a person or a mother figure

Neptune in the 5th house: this makes you so creative , your imagination is unlimited

Pisces Suns: These folks are deep in their feels and vibe on a different wavelength. They can sense what others are feeling without a word being said, making them super empathetic. Sometimes they seem spaced out or lost in their own world, which is just them getting lost in their dreams and fantasies. Pisces Suns are the creative types, always imagining new possibilities and seeing the beauty in things others might miss. They're like spiritual wanderers, flowing through life with an almost mystical vibe.

[queenofwands89]

The Storm Within Tyler Owens x fem!reader

Summary: What dramatic turn of events unfolds when Y/N storms off after an argument with Tyler, only to face the fury of a tornado that strikes their town and leaves Y/N injured?

Warnings: Tornado (duh lol), angst, arguing, mention of injuries, description of injuries, sad.

Notes: I wrote this because I am a whore for Tyler, and I love angst and pain. Enjoy byeeee

You feel the tension build in the air long before Tyler raises his voice. It's the kind of unease that clings to the back of your mind, an ineffable sense that something is about to go terribly wrong. You stand in the spacious, cluttered garage that serves as the command center for Tyler's storm-chasing crew. The storm models flashing on the multiple screens show bleak promises of another monstrous storm front moving across Oklahoma.

It starts as a simple disagreement. Tyler is passionate—almost recklessly so—about chasing a particular storm cell that evening. You object, voicing your concerns about the jeopardy it poses not only to Tyler but also to the entire crew.

"You never listen, Tyler!" Your voice quavers, your frustration edging too close to the surface. Your heart hammers in your chest. "You treat this like it's some adventure, but it’s dangerous!"

Tyler rakes his fingers through his hair, his expression a mix of determination and exasperation. "It's because it is dangerous," he shoots back. "But we do this because it saves lives, Y/N. If we can predict these storms better, we can give people the time they need to get to safety."

"And what about us? What about the people who love you? Are we just collateral damage in your crusade?"

Boone, who has been editing footage on his laptop nearby, looks up, his usually cheerful face clouded with concern. Lilly and Dexter exchange worried glances, while Dani silently tinkers with a drone, her stoic demeanor betrayed by the slightest furrow of her brow.

"I can’t sit by and do nothing while you risk everything, Tyler!" Your eyes well up with tears that you fiercely try to blink away. "One day, you might not come back."

Tyler sighs heavily. He takes a step towards you, but you instinctively recoil, the hurt in your eyes deepening the chasm between you. "Y/N, you know I love you, but this—this is what I do. It’s who I am."

"Well, I can't do this right now," you say, your voice cracking. "I need to clear my head."

Without another word, you grab your coat and storm out of the garage, slamming the door behind you. The echo of the slam lingers, punctuating the silence that envelops the room.

Tyler turns back to his crew, realizing that the argument has sapped the collective energy and morale. Boone breaks the silence with his usual attempt at lightening the mood.

"She'll cool off, man. Just give her some time," he offers, though his eyes betray the uncertainty he feels.

Lilly nods, her calm demeanor trying to instill a sense of reassurance. "Tyler, she just needs space. She loves you; that much is clear. Just let her process this."

Dexter, wiser and ever the emotional compass, adds softly, "Sometimes the best way to show love is to step back and let them come to terms with their fears on their own."

Tyler nods, although doubt gnaws at him. There is a sort of irony in chasing something as unpredictable as a tornado and yet being completely at a loss when it comes to matters of the heart.

You storm off down the gravel road, away from the storm-chasing headquarters. The expanses of Oklahoma stretch around you, vast and indifferent. You walk quickly, your thoughts a tumultuous whirl that rivals the storm brewing on the horizon.

Before long, a low rumble of thunder echoes in the distance. Your instincts tell you to seek shelter, but you are too consumed by your emotions to heed the warnings. Your phone buzzes, probably Jake checking in with you, but you ignore it.

As minutes turn to an hour, the sky darkens ominously, the oppressive weight of the storm hanging palpably in the air. You look up just as the first sharp gust of wind howls past you, sending a chill down your spine.

Your phone rings again. This time, you pick it up. It is Tyler.

"Y/N, you need to get back here. Now! There's an strom projected to hit our area. It's not safe out there!"

Before you can respond, the roar of the wind drowns out his voice. In the distance, a wall of debris begins to rise—terrifying in its beauty and formidable in its power. You feel a jolt of fear as you realize the windstorm is bearing down on you.

Panic-stricken, you try to find cover, but there is nowhere to go. The winds intensify, whipping your hair across your face and pulling at your clothes. In a desperate attempt to hold onto something, anything, you grab onto a nearby fence post as the monstrous tornado descends upon the town.

Back at the garage, the team is glued to their screens, tracking the terrifying path of the cyclone. Tyler's eyes are wide with dread, his breaths coming in ragged gasps.

"We need to go find her!" he shouts, his voice breaking with worry as he lunges toward the door.

Dexter and Boone spring into action, their grips tight on his arms, holding him back with all their strength. "Tyler, we will find her," Dexter insists, his voice steady yet intense. "But rushing headfirst into this will only get us all killed. We need a plan."

Tyler struggles against their hold, desperation etched into every line of his face. "You don't understand! She’s out there, and every second counts!"

Lilly's eyes mirror his fear but she nods in agreement with Dexter. "He's right, Tyler. We have to be smart about this."

Dani is already at the armored storm-chasing vehicle, her fingers flying over the controls as she starts the engine. "Let's go," she commands, her voice a beacon of resolve amidst the chaos.

The ride out is like plunging into a nightmare. The town around them is unrecognizable—a hellscape of uprooted trees, shattered windows, and debris swirling in the violent wind. The roar of the storm is deafening, a monstrous wall of sound that seems intent on swallowing them whole.

Every turn is fraught with danger, every street a potential deathtrap. The armored vehicle groans under the force of the gale, but it presses onward, cutting a determined path through the destruction.

Tyler's eyes scan the devastation, his heart pounding, every fiber of his being focused on one thing: finding you. The storm's fury lashes at them, but their resolve is unbreakable. They are driven by a singular, desperate hope—to bring you back alive.

As the harrowing storm begins to relent, the world around you is a landscape of devastation. The monstrous tornado has passed, leaving behind a chaotic aftermath. The team ventures deeper into the wreckage, eyes scanning anxiously for any sign of you.

Then they see you. Crumpled on the ground, clutching a fence post as though it’s the only thing tethering you to life, you lie unconscious, battered by the storm’s fury. Debris is scattered all around, a haunting testament to the storm's wrath. Tyler's heart wrenches at the sight.

Without a second thought, he leaps out of the vehicle, ignoring the stinging wind and flying debris that tug at his clothes and batter his body. "No, no, no," he mutters under his breath, sprinting towards you with a singular focus.

"Y/N!" he cries out, his voice breaking as he nears you. The sound barely cuts through the howl of the wind. He kneels beside you, wrapping his arms around your frail form, shielding you from the remnants of the storm. "Please, Y/N. Wake up."

Boone, sitting in the driver’s seat, immediately jumps out of the vehicle as well. He turns to Lilly and Dexter, his expression serious and determined. "Lilly, grab the emergency blankets. Dexter, I need you to help get Y/N into the truck, now!"

Boone rushes over to Tyler, his mouth set in a grim line. "Tyler, move aside. We need to get her stabilized." He swiftly yet carefully checks your pulse and breathing. "She's still with us. We have to move quickly."

“Be careful!” Tyler shouts over the wind to the crew, his voice tinged with panic. “She’s hurt!”

They work with meticulous care, gently extricating you from the wreckage. Tyler's hands shake as he helps lift you, his mind a whirlwind of desperate prayers and fear.

Dani, standing nearby, fights back tears, her voice breaking as she says, "Hang in there, Y/N. We’re not losing you."

They rush you back to the relative safety of the vehicle, urgency in every step. The vehicle starts moving, navigating through the storm’s terrible wake with a singular mission: to get you to medical attention.

Tyler sits beside you, cradling your hand in his, his eyes never leaving your face. “Hang in there, Y/N,” he whispers, as though sheer willpower could keep you tethered to life. “We’re almost there. You’re going to be okay. I promise.”

The crew speeds through the chaotic aftermath, dodging fallen branches and uprooted signs. Dexter keeps a vigilant eye on the road, never slowing down. Lilly's hands shake as she dabs at your wounds with a cloth from the medical kit, trying to do whatever she can to help.

All the while, Tyler stays with you, his heart breaking and yet holding onto hope, as the vehicle barrels towards the hospital, each mile bringing you closer to safety. Tyler holds you tightly, his voice trembling and tears mingling with the rain on his cheeks as he whispers, "I'm so sorry. I love you. Please, hold on. Just hold on a little longer, baby."

[bunnyluvx]

hii could you write castlevania nocturne alucard x fem!reader💗maybe the reader is a vampire or speaker/witch

enchant me, lover. ♡

featuring: adrian fahrenheit ţepeş / alucard x f! vampire, speaker & witch! reader.

summary: you're stargazing with your husband, and he doesn't get the chance to wish on a shooting star. you know just what will cheer him up.

warnings: minors and ageless blog dni regardless of content. i made the line dividers, so please don't use them. | support divider: @cafekitsune | wc: 2.3k | ao3

tags: fluff | hurt/comfort | domestic fluff | one-shot | stargazing | established marriage

a/n: i'll do you one better, friend, and combine ALL OF THEM!! >:D i'm trying to make my way through my requests, so there will be lots of castlevania stuff for awhile! this is set a couple of years before adrian left to track sekhmet. i hope that i did you justice, anon, and please enjoy, dear friends!!

date started: 7:08PM, february 16th, 2025. date finished: 8:45PM, february 25th, 2025.

The moon cloaks itself amidst the twilight to leave room for the stars to illuminate the sky. Thousands gather closely together to observe the night's events, and whisper gossip that the breeze tells them. A castle, tall enough to hold the heavens and older than most museums, resides within the forest. Its worn stone enjoys the scenery's tranquility, and the surrounding wildlife serves as a reminder of its reason for standing.

There are two occupants in this castle; The legendary Alucard, A.K.A Adrian Țepeș, and you, his lovely wife. You have been married for almost two-hundred years, and there is nothing that you would change about the life that you have built together. You both enjoy travel, so the adventures that you go on together are eternally endless. Adrian has solidified himself into your soul, and he is part of you that you never wish to do without. In moments where you felt like you couldn't go on, his face came to mind and you remembered just how strong you are.

Adrian knows that the connection that you share will last far beyond the relevance of your immortal lives. Not even at the chance of death will your love's resilience waver, for it is a force stronger than any enemy that you have vanquished together. If you were not in his life, then he would not laugh, smile, ponder or explore as much as he has in your company. Adrian Țepeș is not a man who fears much, but the idea that plagues his mind into restlessness is how much darker his world would be without you in it. Imagining a reality where he lives without your rants about all of the things that he wouldn't think twice about, paired with its angelic echo chanting off of the walls of your home would send him into madness, if not for the comfort of your body lying asleep by his side in your shared bed.

Every day that you spend together is a day that you both cherish, and today has felt particularly special. From dawn 'til dusk, you walked through the forest and discovered things that you hadn't noticed before; The different flowers blooming within the grass or unfamiliar streams, for instance. You have lived in this area for some time now, yet when journeying with Adrian, all sorts of new encounters appeared. It was very fulfilling to wander out with him to see what awaited you.

Now, your exciting day has come to a close, and both of you agreed that the best way to wind down before bed was to stargaze together. You stand on one of many bridges of the palace, your hands resting on the cold stone railing while your eyes sparkle just as brightly as the stars you stare at. Adrian stands not far behind you, a smile gracing his pale lips as he admires the great darkness above. Every once in awhile, he will look back at you and treasure the warmth that pools within his chest. Your joy while looking up at the stars is more beautiful than any twinkling light in the sky, and if he spent his night watching you like this instead, then he would be just as content.

Occasionally, you'll point out an exceptionally bright star, or a constellation, and Adrian's eyes will follow where you lead them. You'll tell about the story behind how the constellation was named, and anything else that comes to mind in relation. Being born into a group of Speakers has left a lot of room for you to acquire all sorts of knowledge about a variety of different subjects, and at one point in your life, you found yourself very fascinated with everything related to space. As a result, you did a lot of research on the subject so that you could share it with your family, and anyone crossing your path willing to listen.

Both of Adrian's parents were people of science, so he gathered quite the bounty of information himself, but he would always make an effort to listen to you. No matter how many times you repeat the same tales and facts, he will nod along and asks questions as if it's the first time, just to prompt your endless, passionate rambles. Gaining the opportunity to share your wisdom grants you an ethereal, excitable glow that he will gladly blind himself with, if it means that the last thing he ever sees is your smiling face.

A comforting quiet lingers in the air while you both gaze up at the stars, cherishing the night's delightful weather that provides you the freedom to enjoy this moment together. Sky's stillness suddenly dispels when a star swiftly descends from the shadows, and immediately, it catches Adrian's attention. A blissful, child-like smile graces his lips as he takes a step forward, then points above while announcing, "Look, a shooting star!"

Instantly, your head whips into the direction where Adrian's finger follows, and you see it. Fortunately, before it leaves your view, you are able to make a wish. Many would see it as silly for an over three-hundred year-old vampire to believe in wishing on stars, for you have lived long enough to know that not all myths are true. Regardless, you like the hopefulness that the idea brings; That someone, somewhere is listening, with the goal of helping you achieve your dreams.

Wherever this comet is going, it's in a hurry, for it's leaving as quickly as it came. You squeeze your eyes shut and hold your breath, thinking about what you want most in the world. When you open them, you release the wind trapped inside your throat at the realization that the shooting star has disappeared over the horizon. Disappointment dwells in your heart and on your shoulders briefly before you spin around to look at your husband, whose arm has lowered. His face illuminates with a gentle joy as he gazes into the distance, a display that lightens your disheartenment and replaces it with bliss.

Long ago, you swore that you would commit all of Adrian's smiles to memory, so you take this time to do just that. The radiant expression that he wears is one of wonder, faith and longing, as if he wishes to chase that star to the ends of the Earth. You think that he looks so adorable like this, and you would hate for him to stop, but you become curious as to if he made a wish too, so you ask him, "Did you make a wish, Adrian?"

Blinking out of his awestruck state, golden eyes meet yours. You are so glad that during all of this time, the color of Adrian's eyes never changed. You think that it gives him individuality, and they remind you that through every hardship, you will always have someone at your side to endure it with. Sunshine dims into a soft sadness, which rawly clenches at your heart. Adrian's eyes glance to the ground, a frown on his face while he admits, "Oh, no. I didn't get the chance to."

The vessel which keeps you standing feels like it is being brutally mauled through at this response. Now, Adrian gazes out into the sky with furrowed brows, and your own face falls as his does. While he is skeptical about the idea of wishing on stars, he does find it fun to do sometimes. It didn't even come to mind when he saw it passing by, and seeing just how disappointed he is hurts more than any wound you could ever receive.

You use your quick-thinking skills to come up with something to cheer the dhampir up, when it hits you. You have been studying human magics for one-hundred years, and while you are quite skilled, you do not practice enough to fully achieve your true potential. Typically, you only use your magic on occasion when you're bored to make fun shapes, or when you're in combat with no other choice, but this is just as vital- no, even more-so. This is more dire than any foe that you have vanquished, more monstrous than any beast you have slain; Your sweet husband is sad, and as his wife, you want to make him feel better!

So, you cup your palms together and hold them out in front of you. Adrian notices the shift of your body, and turns to watch as you close your eyes. You focus on your desire, and think about the way that a star feels. You feel a tickling sensation spring its way up your back, as if stardust brushes your skin. Slipping into a deep state of concentration, you reflect on your early studies of magic when a yellow spark erupts into your hands. Adrian watches with fascination while the spark begins to brighten; It begins to take shape, until a thin, golden diamond glows in your grasp.

Adrian is completely blown away by your demonstration, his mouth hung open and eyes gawking widely at what you've just created. You open your eyes and smile at the dumbfounded look on your husband's face, giggling. "Make a wish, Adrian."

Realistically, you both know that this isn't what a star looks like, but that doesn't matter to your man. What matters to him is that it's yours, and it's perfect. For a moment, Adrian is silent, too bewildered by your manifestation to summon his voice. He knows that you are a very talented magician, and he has seen your capabilities at their finest. The fact that you have forged something so precious just to make him happy deeply touches Adrian. A smile adorns the man's face once more, eyes holding a love that is reserved only for you. He reaches a hand over to the side of your face to allow gloved fingers to graze your skin while he leans forward, and presses a gentle kiss to your lips.

You watch as he melts before you, your smile growing wider when seeing that he's happy again. Unexpectedly, he gives you a kiss, and this makes you feel even better. Adrian's lips have a very dastardly power to make you weak; One brush of them, and you feel like you could faint on the spot. His lips are soft, and he tastes of the most captivating spell. You would have dropped the illusion and wrapped your arms around him to properly relay your passion, if you didn't know how meaningful this was to him. Heat crawls its way into your cheeks, and your shoulders have hiked up from surprise, but they slowly lower themselves as you allow your body to relax. You return his kiss and tilt your head slightly to enhance the experience for both of you, and you stand like this for a moment to cherish how perfectly your lips mold together.

Albeit regrettably, Adrian is the one to back away. The sun of his eyes shines brightly with admiration, and the smile on his lips is tender. "I don't need to," He murmurs sweetly.

Seeing this look on the dhampir's face is everything that you could want out of tonight. You have shared a wonderful day together, but this has been the best part of it by far. A crooked grin curls its way your lips, and you give him a knowing look when you decide to tease him, "If you say it's because you have everything you could wish for right here, I'm going to hit you."

Adrian's posture straightens as he throws his head back to laugh. Light blooms within your chest at the sound, one that you would listen to every hour for all of your days if given the chance. Tilting his head upright, he meets your eyes and responds, "Alright, I hear you." Then, he leans over to examine the star in your hands more closely, asking, "Could we save it?" Your husband aligns himself upright again, reuniting your gaze to his while adding, "For my next wish."

You smile at the man, head slightly tilted while fondly gazing at him. Any request of his is one you will gladly satisfy, so you tell him, "I think I can do that."

The look on your face causes Adrian to soften, his shoulders noticeably relaxing a bit more at the sight. "Good." He then turns so that his side faces you, and offers an arm for you to take. "Shall we head to bed now?"

You squeeze your eyes shut and press your lips together harshly, charging all of your energy into the little splendor in your hands before hopping up. With your little bounce, the star shoots up into the sky, stardust hot on its trail, before it lowers down to settle itself floating slightly above you and Adrian. The dhampir turns around to recognize what you've done, that same stupefied expression on his face. You see it and laugh, an arm coming over your stomach as you take a step back and point at him. You gather yourself shortly after, and brush away any lingering dust on your clothes before you turn to face where Adrian is to take his arm. "Let's go."

It's only when you make contact with him that your husband comes out of his shock, his face relaxing when seeing yours and a smile decorating his lips. "As you wish."

With that, you head into the castle to begin your nightly routine. The star you created twirls around you both the entire way, and you laugh at mystical friend's enthusiasm. Love has brought you two a long way, and you guarantee that it will take you even farther. In every life, you know that Adrian would do anything to make you happy, and he knows that you would do the same.

@BUNNYLUVX ,, all rights reserved. do not copy/plagiarize any of my works or submit it into ai. any and all support is appreciated! <3

[ladyrosemone]

Open arms

This life is amazing when you greet it with open arms

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LADS x No-Mc

Tw!: Thoughts about attempting to take one's life (superficial but there), reference to depression, reference to therapy.

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The time after a breakup shouldn't hurt this much, but you have the right to feel this way after going through five in a row in the space of half a year.

Eros must hate you, what did you do to him? Did you offend him in some way? Is it because you said Valentine's Day was a day dedicated to compulsive, capitalist buying and selling without any real love? You was kidding! You were younger and wanted to be cool, not because he should curse you like Apollo after mocking your archery skills!

Maybe if you hadn't done that, you wouldn't be in your apartment right now, eating chips and drinking sugary Coke, watching a romantic comedy that's not funny at all, suddenly crying as if your brain wanted to remind you in every scene between the protagonists that you're not experiencing that, that you're the filler character who helped the male lead realize he actually loved the female lead and leave her at the altar on their wedding day. Yes, that specific.

So what now? What's next for the poor extra in her own movie? The one who didn't ask to be the woman in the trial? What's left for her?

You don't believe in destiny, or in happily ever afters that come out of nowhere, or in all that Valentine's Day nonsense (Yes, now it's against you, Eros), but maybe, just maybe…you need a divine sign, something to push you out of the hole you've been hiding in since your last breakup.

…

Of course, nothing would happen, why would it? The universe is just a collection of molecules about to collide and cause another Big Bang at any second—

Ring Ring! Ring Ring!

- Hello? -

- Hey! - Ryan, your dear paramedic friend, whom you've unfairly been avoiding since Zayne admitted to loving someone else - How are you? I heard it didn't work out with that colonel -

There was no need to reply; your silence was the only response you'd been using lately - Look, I have this pass for a hike to Mount Huangshan, all expenses paid, the girls are going too! -

- I don't know, Ryan, I don't feel ready -

- I understand - He sighs - But it's not fair that you rot in your house while the others go off in some kind of…polyamorous relationship, It's not fair! -

- …What about them? - In the background, his friends could be heard scolding him for being so direct, for saying that over a phone call, for saying it in the first place, while the man tries to defend himself, even he sounds remorseful.

- We didn't want you to find out like this - admits a female voice, her friend Minji, the most sentimental of the five, a creative soul who, indirectly, was the one who encouraged her to go out with the artist.

- Come on! It's time to leave your cave! - Yinou's voice chimes in, strong and demanding, a leader who doesn't leave any of her people behind.

- Come on! Please come with us! - chimes in a smaller but no less strong voice. Daiki was the most protective of the five, also the most vocal in his thoughts and a guiding light on their craziest adventures, just like the one you can experience if you decide to go out.

But can you? Leave your nest, your dark but comfortable home, safe from the pain other people can cause you…

- Sorry guys, I…- The television flashes with a colorful commercial, the happy music and vibrant images catching their attention. She's a presenter, a smiling woman who talks about support groups, techniques for leaning on someone when you can't do it alone.

"And remember, if you have to lie to yourself to be happy, you have to get out of there"

Even if it was a generic phrase, a self-help brand slogan, a product being sold with a yellow phone number, those words echoed in your head.

What are you doing? Why are you letting yourself get so down? Why do you give so much weight to the pain? There's a whole world out there! But what if…

No, you shouldn't think like that even if it's the easiest thing to do, you shouldn't believe that even if it's the most comfortable thing to do, you shouldn't give up - Come pick me up first thing in the morning -

The echo of the celebration had never made you feel so happy before.

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Trust the process, you always tell yourself, trust the process.

Accepting that outing was the best decision at the time, the fresh air felt like a respite for your cramped limbs, walking made your muscles remember how to move, you'd even say you enjoyed catching up with your friends, each busy with their own lives and careers who still made room in their schedules to hang out with you.

But when the euphoria wore off, when the trip ended and everyone went their separate ways, you felt that loneliness again, suffocating you until you were breathless, with the thoughts that were once your allies now the most powerful enemies that have tormented you. You don't want the solitude of your apartment, suffocating and tense, like a horror movie playing every minute and every second. The saddest thing is to think that once this place was your sanctuary, your safe place, and now it's nothing more than a memory of things that were.

It shouldn't feel like this. You don't want to feel like this anymore, but you don't know what else to do or where to look…

Unless…no…you won't sink that low, you can do it on your own; but the way it's gone with this, taking it on yourself only makes you sink deeper into a grave you don't want to reach yet. A broken heart really shouldn't feel like this, but it feels like the world is ending, like nothing makes sense anymore and the only way out is the unthinkable.

No! Stop thinking like that! Why do you suddenly think like that?! You're not like that! You're brilliant! Smart and charismatic! You're interesting and feisty! Loyal and caring! Kind and honest! You're so much more than they thought you were worth…! Why do they keep showing up?!

You're tired of feeling like this; helpless, exhausted, and tearful, as if any breeze would knock you down, you hate how it feels, the weakness in your bones and the weight of the world on your shoulders. Seriously, of all the things that could have brought you down, was a bad love the reason? Pathetic.

- You're not pathetic - you find yourself whispering, your subconscious (or maybe conscious) trying one last time to put up a fight -Just tired…-

You should seek help.

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Years ago, you believed in fairy tales.

Obviously for your age, a child who imagined himself flying on dragons and ruling castles that were actually playgrounds. But at the end of the day, you believed in happy endings and in love that triumphs in the end.

But you had to grow up, and when you grow up, you must forget that.

You don't have a tragic story, you weren't a laboratory experiment, or an enchanted princess thief, your parents didn't die in a dramatic accident or anything like that, just one day…you decided to open your eyes, to understand that not everything is like in fairy tales where the righteous always win and the wicked are punished. Life isn't black or white, it's a blurred gray that swings like a coin about to fall, these are lessons you learned like anyone throughout their life. Perhaps what's different about you is that you hide the emotional aftereffects that come with the lesson, good or bad, you repress it inside like someone who keeps jewels in a safe.

It wasn't fair, but it was the cards you were dealt that made those relationships not work out; but if there's one thing you should be clear about now and always, it's that it wasn't your fault they ended this way; no, repeat it in your head, you did enough.

You loved enough, listened enough, cared enough, and now you've suffered enough. Look in the mirror one last time and begin your own relationship with yourself; heal yourself little by little, but return to being that person who shines on their own.

It will take time, a lot of time, but you have the patience and companionship to achieve it. You don't need a partner or a spouse, not right now.

And that's okay; now is the time to heal.

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[kusakiguzen]

Yandere One Piece x Neglected Reader

A/N: This is a Yandere Red Hair crew x Reader. No there is no romance with the crew since this is a platonic yandere story.The Theory of Shanks being a villain was in my head when i wrote this. Annd WATCH ONE PIECE FILM: RED, before readind this.

Enjoyyy!!!

Imagine you are Shanks' biological daughter/child and is also a Mage, but he favors Uta more and isn't afraid to show it. Uta was top priority no matter what, from getting gifts to your fathers love, you only got the leftovers. You can sing? Uta can do much better, You dance? Uta dances like a pro. You can play instruments? Ha... Uta can do it with her eyes closed. That's how your life has been, secondary to Uta. You gave up anything related to music even though you love it with your whole heart. You started studying medicine under Benn. But you forgot you were a special child......... A Mage.

You lost control once, destroying almost a whole town. What did Shanks do? Nothing... At the age of 7, you had a bounty on your head. But when Uta destroyed a town at 6, He took the blame so she can have a normal life... Why can't you have the same treatment? You confronted him and what did he do, he dismissed you like always. After she left you finally thought they no He would acknowledge you. But how wrong you were. You had enough and that was the last time you called Shanks "Dad". You saw Benn as more of a father figure than your own father, everyone still doted on Uta. Having pics and videos of he but none of you....

You grew up just fine. But one day everything changed, Portegus D Ace, or Fire fist Ace had came to the island where you and Shanks's crew were staying. Why? To thank Shanks for saving his little brother Luffy. You and Ace instantly clicked for some reason even though you both have nothing in common, but Ace was funny and made you feel safe and mattered. You made your decision to leave with him, you packed a few essentials and wrote a letter to everyone instead of saying it to their face that you were leaving. In your small bag you kept you medicinal journals, first aid kit, few pairs of cloths and underwears. Your sword on your waist with the staff that you brought and modified to your liking.

Your adventures with Ace were amazing, you both fell for each other, confessed in the stary night. About 2 months later he proposed, you obviously said yes. You met Whitebeard and his crew, they accepted you as their own. You wedding was held on the ship where Whitebeard literally held you like thumblina due to the size difference. After your wedding, Thatch was hurt badly but with your help, he was able to make a full recovory. Ace was adament on going after Teach, and you wanted to accompany him. He refused saying it was too dangerous, but you were firm so he didn't exactly have a choice.

You guys left together, and even met his little brother Luffy in Alabasta. The fight with Teach caused both of you to be captured, and in line for the execution. Ace was worried, not about him, but about you. How could he have put you in danger when he was supposed to protect you? He should have knocked you out before leaving. Now you suffer with him..

Luffy and others came to help, but...... Ace died..... You tried to heal him but due to the malnourishment and lack of mana, you couldn't. You held him close crying, begging the God above, just once, just this once allow you to defy reality. But your begging was left unanswered..... You didn't move from the spot and awaited your death by the hand of the Admiral but Koby steped in front of you, your soft voice telling him its okay and he could move but he didn't, he couldn't.

Shanks arrived to your utter surprise, saved Koby and you. He looked at you expecting a reaction but you were too busy mourning the death of your husband. Benn was the one who was finally able to calm you down, and make you stop hugging Ace since they need to Burry him. You let go.... You had to. The Red Hair pirates took you to their ship, Red Force, and in your old room. They laid you there since you had gone numb, they closed the door on their way out, telling you to call them if you need anything.

The only thing that was going through your mind was, to burn that goddamn place down, the place that took away your Husband, Love, and Your Will to Live. After Luffy's anouncement, you did exactly that, Burned that shit to the ground. The Red Hair crew were finally treating you better and soon enough you let your guard down. But all good things come to an end don't they?

Shanks had brought a girl, who looked like she was about 16-17 years old, and severely malnourished. He told everyone how this girl, who introduced herself as Rina, was sold at a brothel and he had to do some thing, so he bought her and decided to adopt her as his daughter. You thought nothing would change, but she stared showing her true colours (atleast Uta didn't try to take something which was yours, so she was tolerable). She started making comments about your stuff and how she would love to have things like that, in front of everyone, so they (the crew) would ask you to give it to her. If you refused, she would play the victim until you gave in.

She crossed a line one day by asking you to give her your ring.... Your WEDDING RING. You bluntly refused, she played the victim again, but this time you Refused to the whole crew. Saying she won't be getting this ring. When guilt tripping didn't work, they tried to coax you. You told them to cut the bullshit and this ring will stay with you forever. Shanks got mad and told you to give the ring to Rina since its just a ring and he can buy you another one. You shouted at him telling him to by Rina the new ring, instead of you. This turned into a shouting match and Shanks tried to intimidate you by using his conqueror's haki, but he forgot you also learnt it and from him.

Finally you said that if He could answer 3 of the questions you ask him, correctly, Rina can have your ring. The 3 questions were "When was your birthday?" " What your age was?" and last " What was your marital status?" He repiled, "1st October" , " 18 years old" and "Single". He was so confident that he asked for the rings. But you started laughing hysterically to the point tears were forming in your eyes, this caused everyone to be confused. Why are you laughing? You told him that all 3 questions were wrong and You weren't Uta, since it her information he gave you. He was about to argue but you told him Your birthday was on (your birthdate), you were 20 years old and now a widow. Your eyes were cold and numb, without a spark. A broken 'What' came out of thew whole crews mouth. You gave them the fakest smile and then went to your room, leaving everyone to process the information. Okay they may have gotten your birthdate and age wrong, but you were a Widow?

When they finally processed everything and wanted answers they saw you, with a bag on your shoulder and going to get a small boat. They asked you where you were going. And you replied, "where I won't see your face." Just as you wee about to get in the boat you heard gunshots. Yassop had shot the boat.....Bitch . You looked unfazed and just used a levitating spell, over the year, you had goten good at controling your mana, so it wasn't a problem for you to cast precise spells anymore. Just as you wee about to take off, Shanks grabbed your wrist and threw you on the floor ( having no choice) and asked you, who your husband was. Looking directly in his Eyes, you said a name that made their blood run cold... Portgas D. Ace. The man who died in your arms.... was your Husband. It made sense, it made so much sense about why you weren't letting go of him when they wanted to burry his body.

You Suffered So much ALONE.

Just as Rina opened her mouth again, about the ring. Benn shot her while Shanks beheaded her. The blood splattered everywhere, even on you face. The cold look in Shanks eyes when he looked at the dead body, TERRIFIED you. You screamed causing shanks to look at you. He cooed at you while wiping the blood from your face and picking you up, like a baby. Whispering and cooing about how sorry he was to have done this to you. And how he will make it better. He was looking at you like you were 5. You on the other hand were frozen in fear.

Your flight or fright reflex activated and you kicked him and in the split second of surprise, where he loosened his grip. You flew, faster then ever before. You had to get away. What if you were next who would die by his hands. When you were high enough, You scremed telling him not to look for you. And then Teleported, you forgot you could do that due to the overwhelming fear because YOU KNEW what he was capable of...

But Shanks couldn't do that. You were His Daughter, His little girl. You would be in danger out there in the New World without him. You Said you Joined Luffy, didn't you?

I guess Shanks will have to pay him a visit.

Soon....

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[ciciyup]

Yandere! Apollo X Fem! Human reader headcanons.

cw: Little nsfw, obsession, possessiveness, dark themes, cheating? (I don't know how I should categorize it, but it's not a direct hoax), angst, kidnapping, forced marriage.

🏹 a/n: This is the first yandere! What do I do, I hope I did well. I was feeling quite inspired so I think a little story formed as well.

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Apollo has never been one to worry, he is the epitome of beauty, no other God in the pantheon was as beautiful as he was. Being surrounded by women and men who are not only there beside him, but also queue for his attention, is something Apollo enjoys, attention and all eyes on him was something he loved.

He doesn't need to lower himself and have less, he must have all the best, that includes the most beautiful people, which was not a problem. Nymphs, goddesses and even mortals, rained down on him in droves, although the latter could not matter less to him.

Sometimes, among the millions of mortals that inhabited the earth, Apollo chose those who could stand out the most and had a unique beauty to take them with him. Sure they had always been adventures, he had fun with them, but that was all.

On one of his many trips around the earth he found you. He saw you picking oranges from a large tree, carefully storing them in your basket that was almost full. You were... Perfect. Your hair moved in time with the pleasant breeze of the day, your eyes were brighter than the stars, your smile could heal sore eyes, your voice was like hearing the singing of angels. You were so beautiful.

He didn't care much about you at first if he had to admit it. You seemed very common, very normal, just another mortal woman, however, something made him go to you. He didn't need to do much, just introduce himself and talk nonsense. You were nothing but nice and kind, you offered to help him find his way if he was lost, you asked him if he was hungry and offered him an orange.

He just looked for silly excuses to make more time and get to know you better, he lamented when you told him that your family was waiting for you and you couldn't stay. He watched your form as you left his vision until you were lost, your beautiful floral dress disappearing into the crowd and being replaced by sad shades of colors from people walking on their own path.

What made you so special? Was it the way you were so kind and modest with everyone else? Was it the way you saw things? Apollo, not having enough, kept seeing you regularly on different occasions, strangely always appearing out of nowhere when you were alone in some places or doing your own tasks. At first, it didn't seem strange to you, you thought it was just a coincidence, which made Apollo take advantage of your naivety even more.

Apollo thought you would fall at his feet as soon as he saw you, he wouldn't even need three days to leave you enchanted, but then it happens and he hits reality. He discovers that you are not interested in him in the slightest, at least not in the way he wants. You don't even worship the gods, you're not interested in them, you don't bring offerings or pray to them like other mortals. You don't lose yourself in him, you don't beg for attention, you don't adore him, you just see him as if he were just another man and that made Apollo's blood boil.

So when Apollo proposes to you and to go with him, you politely decline, feeling flattered, but refusing because you don't love him and you don't feel the same way. Apollo's face contorts, his brow furrows quickly and he tries to hide his inner side as best he can. His ego felt hurt, was he rejected by a mere mortal?

You move on with your life, Apollo seemed to have taken it well and wasn't upset, that's what you believed after he left. When you think everything is fine, he arrives silently to take what is his, what belonged to him from the beginning. No more games, there would be no more facades of the just and understanding God, he lets the true face of the coin come to light, then you don't have time to react.

He takes you, sees you walking towards your house and surprises you there. Your basket falls with a thud and the fruit falls scattered all over the floor, but no one else was there anymore.

Upon arriving at his kingdom, Apollo introduces you to it as your new home, showing you all the places keeping you close, holding your wrist so you wouldn't run away, even though there was nowhere to run, you were too far from earth and you wouldn't be coming back, he would make sure of that.

You resist for a long time, you don't want to talk to him or look at him or kiss him or touch him, you don't want his presence. Apollo doesn't want to be mean to you, he really doesn't, but your impertinence pissed him off, and when you didn't learn things there were consequences.

He pushes you into a room after you refused to sleep with him in what would be your shared room, the room was cold and almost empty, it had a mirror and a small couch, it didn't seem to be very frequented by anyone, since you could even see cracks in the walls. He dared to leave you there for almost four days, without seeing you even once, without leaving you food or water or any other basic resources, and when he decided to see you, believing that you had learned your lesson, he found you on the floor of the room almost dying.

You were pale, your lips dry, you could barely move, your stomach hurt from the lack of food and your throat was crying out for some water.

As he carried you to his shared room and laid you there, as he watched you eat the food voraciously and drink more than six glasses of water, as he watched you rest covered by the finest and warmest blankets on his bed, yes, now you would learn that things would be his way, you had no say in any decision, you would only focus on him.

And even after you became his beloved, faithful and devoted wife with the finest jewelry and the most beautiful dresses, he would remain the same, not even for you would he change. As you sat on a rock in front of the beautiful landscape of the place thinking about everything he had taken from you, Apollo was no less than a meter away from you in the hot springs with the nymphs at his side, each one laughing and talking to him, hugging and tracing his chest with their thumbs at the slightest opportunity. He relaxed with each one, every now and then, ignoring your presence, ignoring your pain.

Still, he refused to let you go. He didn’t care about silly nymphs, they were just for hanging out and feeling adored, if he didn’t have you he had nothing. He wanted you by his side, in the hot springs, on another throne next to him, in meetings with other gods, he wanted you.

It was only a matter of time, he would fuck you so hard you would carry his child and then he would finally have you with no chance of escape. He would take you every night in his marital bed and fill your belly until it was full and swollen, he would bury himself deep inside you to fill you again and again with his seed and he would claim you. You were his. You were from the first moment he saw you.

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🏹 a/n: I didn't think I would like it so much but in the end I really liked the result. I wrote it in less than two hours, although it is revised I am sorry if there are any errors. I was thinking of doing more yandere! For other characters, I like the theme. I have ideas for the next one so wait for it (⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♡

—cici🏹