#No rest for the Wicked era

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

𝔒𝔷𝔷𝔶 𝔒𝔰𝔟𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔫𝔢 & 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔎𝔦𝔡𝔰 𝔬𝔫 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔍𝔬𝔞𝔫 ℜ𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔖𝔥𝔬𝔴

[wuntrum]

finallyyyy got my work schedule :3 i start friday! woo!

[solesnati]

@raz0rkeen / cont.

jaina blinks incredulously. ❛❛ you can't be that scared of mom.  ❜❜

Luke sighed, long and suffering. ❝      yes, Jaina, i am.      ❞

[noxturnallyevermore]

"wdym this isn't all p!atd songs??"

[threetrenchcoatsinatrenchcoat]

Why Dev Patel failing to jump out of a window is so cool

This era of movies tends to skirt the line of satirizing so much as to stand for nothing. The tradeoff of sincerity for meta humor is not in a ratio I recall voting for. I get wary every time a story possibly maybe makes fun of me for caring about it, and I've come to accept that I think of sincerity as a fragile thing. But fragile is not the same as meaningless.

Let's talk Monkey Man. Bobby/The Kid/Dev Patel is trying to get out of a building and leaps sideways into a window, ready to smash through it and land on the street. He clunks against it, he falls to the floor out of frame, the window remains fully unscathed, and the action music cuts out. A beat. Then he gets up, the chase keeps going, and the music kicks back in. In a lesser movie, this choice is saying, "Aren't action movies stupid? Anyways I guess here's an action movie." On the other side if nothing is ever changed, it's saying, "Aren't action movies perfect already? Anyways I guess here's more of the same." It's great when you can subvert expectations in a way that doesn't undermine everything else, so here's why this isn't undermining its premise and even enforces it.

First off, after coming back in, the music keeps playing and being a legitimately exciting beat underscoring the rest of the scene. The joke knows when it's over and gets out of the way. Second, this trope is a great target for this bit; windows are so much more reinforced than this genre ever credits. But then the magic is that the entire rest of the movie is consistently brutal. The window bit comes from a unified authorial voice that also earnestly digs into the action before and after it. A deliberate drawing attention to the difficult realities of action only works if the rest of your action does hit harder than the fare of movie you're invoking.

And Monkey Man delivers. Every henchman takes so many hits before going down, and the hits are bloodier, closer, and quieter than Hollywood action. And the last thing that makes it work is that it only happens the once. It brings up John Wick and rather explicitly claims this movie will be smarter, and it does the joke with the window to ask you to take the violence seriously. Every time a movie distances itself from its genre, it's making sincerity take so much more work every other minute. Lots of movies give up on it entirely. This movie chooses the work.

[stagefoureddiediaz]

911 and the Wizard of Oz!

So I’ve written a couple of times about the wizard of Oz connections that 911 has had in the past. Well after 8x03 and the trailer for 8x04 - everything has become much clearer to me and boy oh boy is Tim pulling a blinder with this one!

I need to start by saying he is playing on lore from both the original books as well as the film, so much of this wouldn’t be evident if you had little to no knowledge of the book series. I however do - because I loved the books as a child and I have also long been interested in the link between the books, the original film and the queer narrative that runs through them. Especially because of my yellow and blue and then blue and green colour theory and its use in telling queer narratives in cinema and television in the aftermath of the 1939 film.

For those who don’t know the background of it, you can read my post here about the wizard of oz and its queer narrative and the yellow/blue colour theme, but for a brief run down the wizard of oz and its themes have been a key part of the queer narrative since they first appeared in print and then on film. Yellow blue colour theory stems from Dorothys dress and the yellow brick road and became a film short hand for queer narratives in film, during the hays code era (1934-1968), and has continued on to this day. the most recent and most obvious use of the blue/yellow blue/green coding has been in heartsotopper - where it is very heavily and very cleverly used to help tell the queer narrative, but it is its use in films during the hays code where it was doing a lot of work to ‘secretly’ provide queer narrative in film. (this is a specialist subject of mine and I could write about it all day - I really would love to do a phd in it, but I do not have the money or time to do that so I write about it at any opportunity on tumblr!)

Many of the nods to the story are subtle, but they are there and I am going to go through a good number of them with you - especially the ones we’ve had in season 8 so far, the main thing to note right off the bat though is that they all connect in to Eddie and that is very telling to me - especially when we take 5x01 - 5x04 into account. the rest is below the cut becasue it's long!

The very first reference to the Wizard of Oz we get is in 202 - 7.1. We have the entitled woman (that is the name they gave the character in the credits!) with her dog - Paisley.The entitled woman is wearing red shoes and we get shown her with just her feet sticking out from under the rubble in a clear nod to the wicked witch of the east being buried under Dorothys house in Oz.

Kat the little girl who gets separated from her family and ultimately reunited with them is a nod to the overall story of Dorothy in the wizard of Oz - and Paisley is a nod to Toto - Dorothy’s dog. I will also mention the fact that we get a heart metaphor during this disaster - Jeff - the heart of a champion. 

We get a further nod in season 2 in 207 - Haunted - where we have the girl at the halloween parade dressed as the film version of Dorothy. I don’t think there is a huge amount to read into from a Wizard of Oz perspective, beyond the fact that it is referenced - we don’t actually need to see anything further in regards to the Wizard of Oz - its all about making the connection.

This episode is a big episode of Eddie and his storyline and this is a way for 911 to link Eddie into the Wizard of Oz theme without being massively obvious about it and his absence from this scene is a key part of that.

There are other key elements in this scene that we’ve been seeing come into play over the seasons for Eddie and that is what makes the wizard of Oz reference especially interesting. First up it's important to note that this is the episode we see the return of Shannon in. We have the horse and his rider - being separated by the death of the horse and the officer describing the horse as his friend. There are two things this is playing on here - the first is the foreshadowing of Shannons death, the second is that the show has then reused this metaphor of partners being separated by death, this time making use of the police aspect as a part of Eddies breakdown in season 5 - Mills’s - Eddies partner while he was in the army and her death. These two elements are why Eddie absence is key - Eddie becomes the officer and Shannon or Mills becomes the Horse and having Eddie present in the scene waters down the metaphor.

The fact we get a lot of wizard of Oz references in season 5, makes this a really interesting and clever connection to draw. The other aspects of this scene in 207 is the pretty important reference about the horse needing a sedative to stop him thrashing around until his heart gave out. Bearing in mind this is the first really intentional heart metaphor we see on the show and it’s a pretty key episode for Eddie in relation to his heart, his absence from this scene becomes louder, especially as he is off with his heart (Christopher) enjoying halloween. It makes it clear that the Eddie and hearts metaphor has been there since very early on - and has been (at least loosely)connected to The Wizard of Oz.

Remembering what I said above and in my other post about the wizard of Oz being very heavily connected to queer theming and storytelling in media it makes it likely that this is the show putting in early building blocks for a queer Eddie arc gif they wanted to then go down that route later on. (this makes the season 5 theming I’ll talk about shortly even more interesting to me!)

The last thing to mention is the is the emphasis on the devil, a priest and a drag queen at the parade- all things we see appearing in Eddies arc through season n7 and into 8. The drag queens from the bachelor party - in which we really see Eddie letting go and have fun for the first time. The priest and the devil are a metaphor for Eddies struggles with his faith - the idea of temptation (in the catholic church - especially the devout catholic church, being queer in any way is seen as being tempted by the devil), and with us having knowledge of Eddie going to church and likely talking to a priest in some capacity in the next few episodes, we have yet another tie back to this storyline from 207.

Now I obviously have no proof with what the intentions were for ~Eddie in season 5, but I’ve long had my theories and now, knowing that they had originally intended to have Bucks bisexual arc take place in s5 but it got shut down by the higher ups, I can make some pretty educated guesses based off what we did get early on in the season.

Season 5 opened with the blackout and then we led straight in to 5x04 ‘Home and Away’ with all its yellow and blue colour theming. Can you see where I’m going with this? How does the opening of the film version of the Wizard of Oz start? Yup that’s right - in black and white and then when Dorothy finds herself over the rainbow everything is in colour and the use of yellow and blue is very strong with Dorothy’s blue gingham dress and the yellow brick road with the green colouring coming later on when they reach the emerald city.

So I think 911 was intending to play on that concept in season 5 - the idea that the black out is a nod to Kansas being in black and white (not to mention the use of green for the hackers!) and then 5x04 is a play on Dorothy following the yellow brick road - hence the heavy use of yellow and blue and the way it winds through the narrative of the episode (along with the use of the bluejay as the schools animal emblem - which is a symbol of communication, curiosity and confidence - seeing a bluejay is telling you to be bold and chase your goals!). What is the other thing we get a huge number of references to in season 5 - especially connected to Eddie - hearts and heart metaphors.

We do also get a nod to the wizard of Oz in season 6 and the zeppelin disaster - which is a nod to the hot air balloon the wizard crashed into Oz in. The zeppelin is yellow and blue and the conversation on board refers to one of the pilots mother in law - whilst she isn’t stated to be a witch, the implication is there. the 110 is also closed in roughly the same place as we get it closed in 8x03. along with the fact that Eddie is the one to go into the zeppelin - Chim and Buck only partially go in - and the parallel storyline in the episode is about a heart issue, we once again have The Wizard of Oz being tied into heart metaphors.

Let’s move on to season 8 now and look at the vast number of Wizard of Oz references we have seen so far and appear to have coming up in 8x04. I will say the sheer number of references in season 8 compared with the more subtle ones from seasons 5 and 6 is one of the reasons I’m so very sure we have a queer Eddie arc going on - that they’ve finally been able to pull that trigger and move things forward for him.

Just remember that things don’t have to exactly follow the story of the wizard of Oz to be relevant - its not about the narrative following the same path, but more about the use of recognised aspects and tropes from the book and film to convey information and aid the storytelling. It is often more about the concept and meaning behind something and a 911 character may share the traits of more than one wizard of oz character because it is their traits that are relevant not necessarily TWoO characters full journey through the book or film.

The bee-nado is a literal reference to the tornado that sent Dorothy to oz - its one of the reasons we don’t see more of the bees - they serve their purpose in the same way the tornado does so we don’t need to see them again.

Gerrard building ‘his 118’ with a security fence around the firehouse and cast iron plumbing is a reference to the wizard building the Emerald city - which has a wall around it for security. In Oz it is the place full o the most up to date technology etc. So Gerrard is building his Emerald City.

The mother in the car falling asleep due to anaphylaxis is likely a reference to the poppy field in the film version of TWoO, along with the flowers at the perfume launch and Bucks statement that ‘smoke worked last time’ - because the smoke did make the bees sleepy like the poppies made Dorothy and her friends sleepy.

Bucks plan to have Eddie run and attract the the swarm of bees is a reference to an event that happens in the book. The wicked witch sends a swarm of bees to sting them to death. The tin man and scarecrow had seen them coming and scarecrow comes up with a plan - he has Dorothy, toto and the lion covered in his straw to hide them from the bees who only find the tin man - they try to sting him but it breaks their stings and kills them instead without hurting the tin man as he is impervious to bees by nature of being made of tin. What we see happen in 801 is very clearly placing Buck into the role of Scarecrow and Eddie into the role of tin man - Buck comes up with the plan and Eddie undertakes it successfully - his turnouts protecting him from the bees just like the tin man being made of tin protected him.

Gerrard hitting his head is a reference to Dorothy hitting her head in the tornado and waking up in Oz - its a reference to Dororthy’s line  ‘Toto, I have a feeling we’re not in Kansas anymore’ - its a play on the fact that the 118 is a very different place to when Gerrard was removed first time. Gerrard represents the black and white world - outdated and not up with the times (which he wasn’t back in the day either but that’s kind of the point), the world (the 118) is now in glorious technicolour since his departure and Gerrard will end up back in a black and white world in the end while the rest of the 118 will remain in colour and move forward. This places Gerrard in the role of the Wizard, but it is more akin to the book wizard than the film wizard - originally in the books (it was later glossed over as it didn’t go down well with readers) the Wizard arrives in a hot air balloon and becomes ruler of Oz by usurping he King and handing over the princess to a witch (more on this later!). As is shown in the film, he leaves Oz to return home in a hot air balloon.  If Gerrard is the wizard, this makes Bobby the king (usurped from his throne at the 118) and Hen becomes Ozma (this is something I will talk about a bit later as it deserves its own section!) which fits with how we are being shown Hen being given the 118 captains role on a more frequent basis - suggesting the show is transitioning her into becoming the captain down the line.

Tia, her dog and Jordan are an interesting trio - they are a very clear parallel serve as a multi layered allegory as they play on several aspects of the film and books, as well as linking to aspects of 911 and especially on Buck and Eddies storyline. 

Firstly we have the dog - who is the same type of dog as Paisley from season 2 - right down to the red bow in the hair (which is encouraging us to draw parallels with the earthquake disaster). Both dogs are a nod to Toto - Dorothy’s dog in the Wizard of Oz. The dog is also a representation of Buck, but I’ll go into that when I talk about Buck below!

Tia represents both Dorothy and the tin man, we see her initially as, not heartless, but guarded, but she softens especially when we see her following the instructions Hen gives, and bonding with various people on the plane including Jordan, in much the same way we see the tin man do for Dorothy and scarecrow. She is also a representation of Eddie (again I’ll go into this more later on) 

Jordan is a reference to both the flying monkeys (through his telephone conversation he is implied to be a business monkey which is in turn a play on monkey business - behaviour that causes discomfort our annoyance) and the cowardly lion. He is also a reference to Chopfyt who only appears in the books and is a man made from the parts of others and is a reference to Tommy, which I will explain later as well!

its worth pointing out that Jordans viagra fuelled boner is hidden under a rainbow towel and when they get off the plane Tia, Jordan and the dog are sat on a yellow tarpaulin - the implication being that they are still in Oz and over the rainbow, but that isn't real life - its fake - a dream - and reaity will set back in once they are able to go home.

Buck has 2 red flares to bring the plane home - symbolic of the red slippers - click three times and say there’s no place like home.

There is a lot of yellow and blue lighting used in combination - especially around Buck and Eddie.

The green lighting on the plane after it has landed - a reference to leaving the Emerald city and Oz and going home.

Im sure there are others that I may have missed, but these are the key ones, and most of them will likely remain in play in some capacity in the upcoming episodes.

As for the potential upcoming oz references, we have the following

the tiger in 804 is likely a reference to lions and tigers and bears. Oh my! from the film, but may also be a reference to the hungry tiger from the books - who is a tiger who is never full and desires to eat a fat baby but never would as his conscience would never allow him to. He is described in the books as the largest and most powerful of his kind and is one of Ozmas chariot drivers and is friends with the cowardly lion. The Tiger reference coming in no place like home and the books connection of the tiger with Princess Ozma and the cowardly lion makes me feel like Karen may be represented by and paralleled with the tiger, and the idea that Karens conscience won’t allow her to metaphorically eat Ortiz (the fat baby) but that is purely speculation on my part!

the pumpkin stuck on a head storyline that’s been hinted at coming up in 805 - in the books there is a character called Jack pumpkin head who is made by the Princess Ozma when she is Tip and then brought to life by magic (Ozma is the rightful ruler of Oz and was given to the Witch Mombi of the North by the wizard in order to prevent he rightful ruler of Oz ascending the throne. Ozma is transformed into a boy called Tip by Mombi, but is later turned back when Glinda discovers what has happened). Im expecting this arc on the show to play into Jack’s storyline in the books. Jack refers to having lost a father when Tip is returned to being Ozma. I think we’ll see it played as a reference to Mara, Chim and Hen, because Hen is Very Ozma coded which I’ll explain a bit more later on!

Masks. with 805 being titled masks it feels very loaded towards the Wizard of oz and the fact he wears different masks (in the book) depending on who he is meeting with. He appears to Dorothy as a giant head (as we see used in the film), to the Scarecrow as a lovely lady, to the Tin Woodman as a terrible beast, and to the cowardly Lion as a ball of fire. He does this with the intention of scaring them all, but in all cases has chosen the wrong image to make the desired impression. there is of course the fact that the mask slips (the curtain gets pulled away by Toto) and the truth of the Wizard is revealed - that he is a fraud -  merely a man who has been using magic tricks to make himself seem great and powerful.

these are just the ones we know about, there may very likely be more revered once we’ve seen the episodes, for example we might get a play on Eddie in church and going to confession - the idea of hiding ones identity behind a screen.

I want to talk a bit about the specifics of the firefam, and how they fit into the concept in a more detailed way. Obviously all members of the firefam fit into multiple aspects of each of the 4 main characters in Oz, but they each have one that has a stronger pull than the others. Each one of the characters in the books and film have specific traits that form their personality and a key part of their narrative - Dorothy wants to get home, The lion wants courage, the scarecrow a brain and the tin man a heart. These are all allegories for the bigger picture. 

Dorothy wants to go home, yes, but that is part of her bigger desire to belong - the books reveal much more about her past and upbringing in Kansas. She is also the first person in the wider story - it is her journey that sets in motion all of the other ones.

The cowardly lion is in fact not cowardly, but incredibly brave, and a loyal friend, he is just full of self doubt because he believes his fear makes him inadequate as lions are supposed to be the king of beasts. we see him overcome that self doubt and go onto succeed - becoming a well respected and important member of Ozma'z court.

The scarecrow wants a brain but is in fact shown to be the smartest of the group - coming up with clever plans and sharing a great depth of knowledge the also becomes the ruler of the Emerald city - appointed by the wizard when he leaves, and it is stated by the tin man in one of the later books the he is ‘probably the wisest man in all Oz’

The Tin man wants a heart, but in fact is one of the most tender, emotional, considerate and caring people in Oz as well as being extremely competent and practical.  He is also shown to seize up and rust due to either the rain or his tears. In the books he is given more backstory - his axe was enchanted by the wicked witch of the east and it causes him to chop off his body parts limb by limb. The witch does this because he is win love with her ward Nimmie Amee. when he chops out his heart he feels his could no longer love her and so left. he does later try to find his long lost love but is left disappointed when he finds her married to a man made up of his body parts and those of another tin man called Captain Fyter who had also been enchanted by the witch for the same reason. she refuses to leave her man of parts and tin man and scarecrow return to the emerald city together.

The Tin man and the scarecrow sit very much in parallel with one another in both the books and the 1939 film, they are very much a pair and shown to be each others foil and in the books especially spend a long time debating with one another about the relative importance of the brain and heart, but in combination with one another form a perfect whole. 

With the main characters of Oz covered we can explore the way 911 is using their traits to tell the stories of our firefam, but before we do that I want to look at a few other key 911 characters and how they relate to the wizard of oz!

Bobby in my opinion is Glinda the good witch - he shares a lot of traits with her. It is Ginda who helps restore Oz (the 118) to its fully unified state - something that had ceased to be under the Wizard and the wicked witches rule in separate counties. She also tends not to meddle or interfere in Ozian matters unless requested to do so. This fits with bobby’s traits very well - he doesn’t tend to get involved in things unless pushed to do so or asked directly. Much earlier in Oz’s history Glinda also helps redeem the tyrannical king of Oz through the creation of the forbidden fountain and the waters of oblivion - the king drank the water and then forgets his cruel and nefarious intentions. bobby replacing Gerrard at the 118 fits fairly well into this theme.

Ortiz is an interesting one - she fits into bot the role of The wizard, as well as the wicked witch of the west. I think that Ortiz is the wizard in part because the name Ortiz can loosely be read a s a play on ‘wiz’ as in wizard, but also because she is the most powerful person in the show right now - and it is all built on lies and corruption - much like the wizard is in Oz! However as the film unfolds we are shown that the witch is in fact more powerful than the wizard, but is also eventually easily brought down. This is why I think she is also a reference to the wicked witch, but also because the witch controls the flying Monkeys - who serve as her lackeys and undertake her bidding.

Gerrard is both  the Wizard of Oz and a flying monkey. I wrote above about the wizard hiding behind screens and masks and and Gerrard and I wrote about Gerrard building fences around the 118 being reference to the wizard building the emerald city. The flying monkey connection is obvious - he is working under Ortiz.

Tommy fits into a couple of different characters. He is in my opinion most closely connected to Chopfyt and Nimmie Amee, but he also fits into the meaning of the flying monkeys. Chopfyt is made up of the parts of the Tin woodman and Captain Fyter (the tin soldier) who are rivals for the attention of Nimmie Amee who is married to Chopfyt but was at one time courted by the tin man and the tin soldier.  Captain Fyter and the Tin Woodman  become friends during their journey to find Nimmie Amee. The flying monkey connection is perhaps a more obvious of the three, the monkeys are subservient to the wicked witch of the west and in the begins episodes we are shown Tommy being very much under Gerrard wing through his behaviour. It is also worth nothing that the flying Monkeys in the book drop the tin man over shape rocks leaving him so dented he could not move and they pull the scarecrow apart, scattering his straw and throwing his clothes up a tree - Dorothy is able to repair them both with the aid of the Winkies (the people under the control of the wicked witch of the west) and Dorothy then commands the flying monkeys to take them to the Emerald city. 

The meaning of these character connections is clear to me - Tommy as Nimmie Amee courts first the tin man (Eddie) and then the Tin Soldier (Buck) but chooses Chopfyt in the long run. Tommy is made up of parts of both Buck and Eddie in the same way that Chopfyt is made up of parts of Tin man and Captain Fyter. The fact neither Tin man or the Tin soldier succeed with Nimmie Amee and that she choses Chopfyt is telling and possibly gives us clues about the eventual demise of Buck and Tommys relationship and suggests that as tommy fits both characters parts (both characters who are fairly small roles in the books and are plot devices - much in the same way as Tommy is in 911), he will ultimately choose himself (as we’ve already seen him do in 705).

Onto the 4 remaining members of the firefam, and I believe Chimney is for the moist part, meant to be Dorothy - he is the first member of the firefam in the same way Dorothy is, he fits a lot more of the Dorothy tropes from the book than the film shows, he is described as the heart of the 118 - which is basically what Dorothy represents in the books and film - she is the one who keeps everyone together, or brings them back together when they have been separated. And if we follow the theming of Gerrard being the wicked witch of the west, it becomes more apparent - in the books Dorothy is enslaved by the wicked witch and forced to carry out menial cleaning tasks - in much the same way we see Chim being treated by Gerrard in Chim begins. It is Chim who we are shown supporting Hen, Buck, and Eddie as they begin their careers at the 118.

The other thing of note - which currently doesn’t fully work, but will if, as I suspect, the wizard of oz references around Eddie are a part of his Queer journey - is that Chimney is the only one of the four members of the team (we are not including Bobby as he is the captain) who has no queer coding in any way and is in a heterosexual marriage. The reason this is important and plays into the idea of Chim being Dorothy is that the term ‘Friend of Dorothy’ is coded speak for being queer - I explain it further in my meta which I linked at the top of this post - the play is that Dorothy herself is not queer, but that her companions on her journey down the yellow brick road are. Which fits Chimney perfectly - with Hen and Buck being Lesbian and bi respectively and with the Wizard of Oz connections to Eddies storylines across the previous seasons and again in the current season being very loud, it feels fair to assume that Eddie will also sit somewhere on the queer spectrum before too long (and really is the reason behind me writing this insanely long post!) 

Hen is the cowardly lion. We are shown Hen doubting her abilities at several points throughout the show, but she is arguably the bravest of the 118. The cowardly lion’s favoured companion is the hungry tiger (as I wrote about above - we may well see Karen paralleled with the tiger in 804)

But Hen is also Princess Ozma and this is a far more powerful connection. Ozma is the rightful heir to the throne of Oz and spent much of her childhood in the form of a boy called Tip as she had been enchanted by the witch Mombi until Glinda the good witch discovers the enchantment and forces Mombi to return her to her true form and take her rightful place as ruler of Oz. With Bobby filling the role of Glinda, helping Hen achieve her full potential and the allegory of Hen having to hide herself for much of her life until she becomes a firefighter - the wig we see Hen wearing in Hen begins plays into this idea perfectly - that Hen was disguised but has been freed from that disguise and become her true self.

Buck is the scarecrow. But he is also Toto and Captain Fyter. I explained the Captain Fyter connection above in the section on Tommy so I won’t repeat myself here. Buck is toto for a couple of reasons. Firstly we have the connection to the dog in the plane in season 8 who growls at Jordan and Tia tells him that the dog doesn’t like men, he then becomes friendly when Jordan is ill, but we see him returned to Tia when they leave the plane. this is all a allegory for Buck’s bi arc. Tia is Eddie in the scenario and Tommy is Jordan . The dog growling and being protective is akin to Buck growling and becoming jealous over Eddie and Tommys friendship, trying to keep Tommy away from Eddie, but then becoming friendly with Tommy in the same way the dog becomes friendly with Jordan in a therapy dog kind of way before returning to Tia at the end, implying that Buck will always go back to Eddie when it comes down to it. the therapy dog aspect is also interesting as it implies BUck is providing some kind of therapy for Tommy - this could be read as Buck helping Tommy learn and grown (likely in connection with his still undressed past behaviour) - makes him a better person, before they part ways and Buck ‘returns’ to Eddie. 

Then there is the wizard of oz references - it is Toto who sets much of the plot of the wizard of Oz in motion - by biting Almira Gulch in Kansas in the film version and by hiding under the bed in fright in the book version. It is Toto who reveals the truth of the Wizard of Oz being just a man, and it is Toto who leads The lion, scarecrow, and tin man to where Dorothy is after she has been captured by the wicked witch (in the film - he is less involved in the book!) and it is toto who stops Dorothy from leaving with the Wizard and ultimately leads to Dorothy learning the slippers she wears can carry her home if she clicks her heels together 3 times and wishes to go home. All of these events either play into Bucks arcs in 911 or will potentially going forward. Bucks impulsive ways could be said to mirror Toto’s impulsive actions in TWoO and it will be interesting to see if being taken under Gerrard wing leads to him gaining information that helps Hen take down Ortiz!

The biggest connection though is with the scarecrow. The scarecrow has long been associated with bisexuality - due to his line in the film ‘of course some people go both ways’. in the book the scarecrow also reveals that he lacks a brain but greatly desires one - he is in fact only 2 days old when Dorothy meets him so he is essentially just naive because as the book progresses it becomes increasingly clear he actually is very intelligent and knows many things. One of the other aspects of the scarecrow is his ability to know his own limitations and in the books he becomes ruler of Emerald city, but hands the crown over to Princess Ozma enabling her to take up her rightful position as ruler of all Oz, becoming one of her most trusted advisors. Most of these are traits that Buck shares with the scarecrow - we see season 1 buck reflected in the naijvtie of a 2 day old scarecrow, but once he hits his stride, we see that Buck is actually very intelligent, full of knowledge (random facts wiki Buck!) and comes up with great ideas - things that are being very clearly demonstrated in season 8 so far. He is also becoming much much better at knowing his limitations and that is something I think we will continue to see develop in the way it does in the scarecrow across the books.

And finally we have Eddie. Eddie is the Tin man through and through. The heart metaphors that surround Eddie - especially in season 5 are a very obvious and direct link to the tin man. and Like I said above the Tin man is the most compassionate, sensitive and tender and caring people in Oz. He is incredibly practical and competent as well and undertakes the scarecrows plans readily. He and the scarecrow pair up a lot across the book series and go on adventures together, their heart and brains combining to lead them to success in nearly all cases. The tin man also becomes a trusted advisor to Ozma and is considered to be a fair and wise person in Oz. These are all things we see portrayed in Eddie. He has this tough exterior, but inside he is very soft and tender and he only reveals that side of himself to those he can trust. Eddies heart is a key part of Buck and Eddies dynamic especially in combination with Bucks brains - we are so often shown Buck having an idea and Eddie carrying it out because he trusts Buck - the perfume bee run is just the latest in a long line of them and it is a key aspect of the Tin man and Scarecrow in the Oz books. I’ve spoken above about the other aspects of the tin man and his connection with various characters, but it really is the tin man and scarecrow dynamic that is at the heart of things in the wonderful wizard of Oz book especially (pun intended!!).

All of it plays into the Oz theming we’re being shown in 911 having an important meaning and it is very much connected to Eddie far more than any other character. One can argue that the books - at their core - are about following your heart and letting it lead you to your truth and to home and that is the very heart of Eddies story. Carla’s line about making sure he’s following his heart and not Christophers rings very true, and we’ve reached a point now where Eddie has to follow his own heart, because Christopher is not in the picture and they’ve chosen to go very very hard with the wizard of Oz metaphors - building on the foundations they already created in previous seasons and now being able to bring them to fruition.

I could literally write about this all day, but this is already ridiculously long and I'm not sure it even makes sense at this point! It was only supposed to be a short post! So I’m stopping here and letting you all go back to your lives - thank you for reading especially if you've made it this far! and let me know your thoughts!💜💜💜🐝🌪🌈

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[daryl-dixon-daydreams]

Words: 3,844 Pairing: Negan x Reader Reader pronouns: she/her Era: Alexandria, after the war, Negan is imprisoned Warnings: language, mild gore (killing walkers) Summary: In lieu of Negan's failing mental health, Michonne looks for options and Y/N steps up to do her share. A/N: This is part 1 of a miniseries (maybe 3?? parts) for Negan that I've been working on! I started it as a one shot, but... you know me lol so here we are! Part 2 will be released next week on Wicked Wednesday! Happy reading! “I’m afraid we’ve got a problem,” Michonne said seriously. You exchanged a glance with Daryl.

“What kind of problem? Like, Annoying Steve is being annoying or a new horror is coming to destroy everything we have and love?” you asked wryly.

Daryl let out an appreciative dry laugh but Michonne remained serious. “Somewhere in the middle, I think,” she said. “It’s about Negan.”

Daryl swore and paced a tight circle. “Course it is. Somehow, it’s still always ‘bout him, ain’t it?” he growled.

Michonne forged ahead. “Gabriel is—fed up with him. There’s no other way to say it. He’s not trying to do anymore counseling and he needs a break. I don’t blame him. He’s taken on everything with Negan since—since Rick—”

You frowned, your brow furrowing as grief roared upwards in all of you. “What exactly is the problem?”

“His mental state is really deteriorating,” Michonne explained. “Being in there by himself all the time, just the odd hour or two outside, no one talking to him—”

“Why should we give a shit?” Daryl asked in a low, dangerous voice. “Ain’t the whole damn point of him bein’ in there so he has to suffer for what he did for the rest of his life? His mental state… Fuck. They fed me one fuckin’ dog food sandwich a day after they shoved me into a fucking closet naked. They —”

You reached over and put your hand on Daryl’s arm before he got further charged up. He stopped abruptly and drew in a long breath.

“I know. I know what he did, but no,” Michonne said. “The point isn’t for him to just suffer. If we do that, we become no better than him.”

Daryl glanced at you and let out an exasperated exhale. “Hell, ya already know what I think about it,” Daryl said firmly. “He shouldn’t even be breathin’ still. ‘M the wrong damn person to ask ‘bout this.”

Michonne sighed and leaned forward on her hands. “I’m just trying to honor Carl and—”

“We know,” you interrupted her quickly. You paused thoughtfully. “I—I can take this on. I’ve dealt with him the least so far out of the three of us. Probably makes it my turn.”

Daryl’s brow furrowed. “What’re ya gonna do? Rub his back while he cries? Hold his fuckin’ hand? I mean, how do we help somebody like him.”

Michonne shrugged. “A little more conversation to start, I think. He said being alone and the boredom is eating him alive. Maybe we come up with some more things for him to do outside the cell.”

You nodded. “I’ll brainstorm,” you said.

Daryl looked concerned, his eyes flickering over you. “Yer gonna have to be careful. He’s a manipulative asshole. And I dun trust a damn thing ‘bout him. If he can get out, he will. Don’t matter what he’d have to do.”

“I’ll be careful. I’m not an amateur, Daryl,” you said, shooting him a smile.

He nodded, ducking his head. “I know. I just gotta say it.”

“Are you sure?” Michonne asked. “It doesn’t have to be one of us. I can talk to some other people.”

“I’ve got it. I’ll start today. I’ll take him his meals and check on him, make sure he gets some time outside the cell. I’ll take care of it.”

_ _ _ _ _ _

Flat on his back, Negan heard the door open and shut but he barely moved. His eyes stayed closed and he heaved a heavy sigh, reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose in some anticipation of annoyance. “Gabey-baby, I am not in the fucking mood for your guidance counselor horseshit today, so why don’t you just turn that tight little toosh around, waltz back out, and leave me the fuck alone…” he said.

“Wow. That was—gross…” you said.

Now, his eyes opened. This was something different. You were different. He swung his legs down and sat on the edge of his cot, his hazel eyes finding you and looking you over. “God Bless America, a change in the fucking monotony,” he said. “Is Gabe still mad at me?”

You approached his cell, tray in hand and nodded. “Yep. In fact, so pissed that he’s officially on vacation from you.”

“Gotta envy that,” Negan quipped. “How do I sign up for one of those?”

“A vacation from yourself?” you asked, cocking an eyebrow at him. “I don’t think that’s in the cards.”

“Damn. It was worth asking.” He seemed to be looking you over again and you rolled your eyes.

“My eyes are up here, Negan,” you joked.

His lips curled into a half-smile. “Sorry. But Gabe isn’t exactly my type and I don’t get much chance to look at anything so—”

“Just stop right there, okay?” you interrupted him. You slid his tray through the slot at the bottom of the door and straightened back up.

But Negan wasn’t interested in his breakfast. “It’s Y/N, isn’t it?” he asked.

“You know perfectly well what my name is, Negan,” you countered.

He cocked his head slightly. “You’re right about that,” he admitted. “So, what’s on the agenda?” he asked, finally moving to grab his tray. He returned to his cot and set it on the small side table.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, Gabe was always counseling me. Trying to rehabilitate me. Were you a therapist or something in the old world?” He grabbed the small apple and shined it on his shirt before taking a bite.

“No. But we’re perfectly aware that your mental health has taken a nosedive recently,” you said.

Negan let out a low laugh. “And you give a shit?” he asked skeptically. “I nearly fucking destroyed all of you and you’re worried about my mental health?”

You sighed and nodded once, stiffly. “We’re not the same as you, Negan. We’re trying to do better. And Michonne wants to honor Carl’s vision.” You watched as Negan’s face fell. The look in his eyes grew distant and his shoulders slumped slightly.

“Yeah… He was a helluva kid,” Negan said.

“You don’t know the half of it,” you replied, taking a seat in the stiff wooden chair set outside his cell. “I watched him grow up from a scared little kid and survive everything this world threw his way. You have no idea what kind of loss that was.”

Negan was looking at you thoughtfully and you were surprised when he didn’t reply, only nodded, and then returned to his apple.

“The agenda is for me to—” you hesitated for a moment. What the hell was the agenda? “For me to help you how I can. I know you’re alone a lot and you probably need some company, a change of scenery every now and then, mental stimulation…”

Negan laughed and smirked. “That’s not the only kind of stimulation I need,” he said.

You glared at him. “Jesus, Negan…” you murmured, rolling your eyes.

“It’s the truth,” he laughed.

“Yeah, well, I’m not helping you with that. I guess you’ll just have to try your hardest to think back to one of your past six wives,” you sassed.

The grin stayed on his face. “Five,” he corrected you. Then, the smile faded. “But, uh, only the first really counted.” Negan’s head dropped and you watched him curiously.

He was struggling. You’d never sensed so much truth or vulnerability in a single thing that had left his lips.

“I see,” you said.

For some reason, this made him laugh again. “You know, Gabe used to say that all the time. It’s some of that non-value, non-judgement counselor language.”

You stood up suddenly and sighed. “Finish your breakfast. I’m gonna go do a few things and then I’ll be back. We’re gonna get you out of that cell for a while today.” You fixed a stern and perceptive look on him. “If you think you can behave.”

Negan looked curious. “For you? I might.”

You cocked your head at him and looked unamused. “You will, or I’ll fucking kill you.”

Negan laughed again and turned back to his food. “Got it.”

_ _ _ _ _ _

“Why don’t I come with ya?” Daryl asked, watching as you slipped the pistol into your holster.

You looked up at him with a furrowed brow. “You think I can’t handle this?” you asked.

“Not that ya can’t handle it. It’s just—it’s Negan. We all know what he’s fuckin’ capable of,” Daryl said, walking behind you out the front door and across the steps.

“You’re conflating past Negan with Negan now. I just talked to him, and I’m telling you—it’s like he’s been robbed of all his menace and power. He’s been sitting in that cell a long time, Daryl. I don’t think he’s the same and I don’t think he’s going to—to suddenly hit me over the head with a rock or something,” you said.

“But outside the walls? Already? Why dun ya just—just start with somethin’ in here first and see how it goes? That way there are other people around and I can stop by when I can and check in.”

You read the intense concern on Daryl’s face and then nodded. “Alright. We’ll stay in the walls today. But I think part of the problem with him is that he hasn’t seen a single different thing outside in too long. He’s going a little stir crazy in there and I can’t entirely blame him.”

“Yeah, well, he fuckin’ deserves it,” Daryl growled.

“He does. But Michonne is right… we should be trying to be better. Otherwise, we should have just killed him.” You paused, trying to come up with something for him to do that would give him a little exercise and change of pace. “I’ll have him help me clear out that area for the new garden plots. There are some plants to harvest over there anyway before we clear it. It’ll teach him something too.`”

Daryl nodded. “ ‘Kay. I’ll stop by and check in,” he drawled. “Just be careful. Dun let yer guard down.”

“You know I never do.” You turned and headed back toward Negan’s cell.

Negan rose from his seat on his cot, the tray from breakfast sitting empty beside him on the small side table. He watched as you withdrew a ring of keys from your back pocket and fiddled with them a moment as you stood in front of the cell door, eyeing the lock. Was this a good idea?

Negan took a few cautious steps toward you, watching your face intensely. “Am I… getting out on good behavior, warden?” he quipped, flashing you a half-smile. It seemed to draw you back out from your reverie.

“Temporarily,” you replied, finally fitting the key into the lock and turning it. The metallic clunk was striking. “If you can handle it…” you added.

The pistol on your hip wasn’t lost on Negan. He nodded. “I think so,” he said. “What’re we doing? Hard labor?”

“Not so hard,” you said. “But I would appreciate your help with something.”

Negan froze just after stepping out of the cell and fixed a queer look on you. “Appreciate?” he repeated.

You nodded. “Mhm…”

His eyebrows lifted. “You better be careful with the way you’re talkin’ to me, Y/N. I might just fall in love with you,” he chuckled. “I haven’t felt appreciated in… oh, I don’t know—how long have I been in here?” he asked, brushing a hand back through his hair.

“Didn’t Gabriel speak nicely to you?” you asked, shutting the cell door behind him, giving him a questioning glance.

“Well, sure. Or maybe not nicely. He was at least neutral,” Negan said, slipping his hands into his pockets. “I think I ruined that though.”

You shook your head and sighed. “Yeah, he’s not pleased with you, Negan,” you agreed. “Look, this is just a test run. We’re staying in Alexandria today, but eventually… I’d like to get you outside of the walls on occasion.” Negan looked shocked. “Obviously, that’s going to take trust,” you emphasized. “But I think it would do you good.” You hesitated, wondering if you should admit this to him, but you decided it would be good for him to hear it. “You’re not the same as you were when you were locked in here. And—I intend on finding out if you can really be rehabilitated. Not that I’m ever going to forget what you’ve done… but there’s got to be more than this,” you said, gesturing to the cell behind him, “in your future. Otherwise, what’s the point?”

“You’ve just explained exactly what has me so depressed,” Negan admitted. “I’ve spent most of the last however many fucking years wishing Rick had just killed me.”

Those words hung in the air like a toxic cloud. You gulped and couldn’t help feeling an ache of compassion at his words. Compassion for Negan. What a peculiar thought… You tilted your head toward the door. “Come on. Follow me and stay close. And let me be perfectly clear; I will shoot you if you try to pull any bullshit,” you emphasized.

He nodded, his expression surprisingly serious. “Got it.”

You led him out into the summer sunshine and walked through Alexandria until you reached the overgrown section near the wall that you planned to tackle for the day. The two of you had gotten plenty of stares as you moved down the street, but you noticed that Negan had mostly kept his head down. His shoulders were somewhat slumped and he made no witty comments on the walk, though you caught him closing his eyes to enjoy the breeze or staring up at the blue expanse of sky overhead multiple times.

He stopped beside you, his hands in his pockets, as you stared at the tall grass and brambles ahead and sighed.

“What’re we doin’, boss?” he asked.

“We’re going to start clearing this area out so eventually we can put in some new garden plots. But there’s a little more to it. We used to have some medicinal plants in here before it got overgrown. I’m hoping to find them and save them for transplanting, so we can’t just start ripping everything out.”

“How the hell am I supposed to know what’s medicinal and what’s not?” he asked.

“I’m gonna teach you,” you said confidently.

Negan laughed a little at the assertion. “Look, doll… I was a gym teacher in the old world. ‘Not Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman,’” he said.

Your eyebrows lifted. “Wow. That was a deep bench reference,” you said.

He smirked at you. “I was pretty proud of it myself,” he said.

You couldn’t help a dry laugh and small shake of your head. “It’s not that hard. We’ll work together to start and I’ll show you how to identify them. The grasses can all be pulled, but we’ll identify the broadleaf plants and get them ready for transplanting if they’re something we can use.”

Negan looked skeptical but shrugged. “Well, you’re the boss. Not like I’ve got a full schedule,” he said.

“Exactly,” you agreed. There was a reason you weren’t just having him pull all the grass and doing the rest yourself. Negan was smart and not having any mental stimulation was probably contributing a lot to his mental health issues. If you gave him a task that was a little physical and a little mental, you were hoping it’d give him a sense of purpose and productivity.

You got started right away, mainly just pulling the grasses and clearing a large area that remained dotted with forbs. It was summer and the respiration of the plants you were sitting in made the air humid. It wasn’t long before you were wiping at sweat along your hairline and stopping to push wet strands back out of your face. For a while, you worked in silence beside Negan, only speaking to instruct him, but he finally tried to start some conversation on his own.

“So, what the hell did you do in the old world anyway? Were you some kind of plant guru?” he asked, pausing to pull off his gloves for a moment and get a drink from the canteen you’d provided for him.

You paused, standing up to look down at him where he knelt in the grass. He was sweaty too, like you were, and his dark blue shirt was clinging to his back in the heat. “I don’t think I owe you my backstory, Negan,” you said. Your tone wasn’t unkind, but it was a little stern.

“Aw, come on. This is part of that trust-building thing you mentioned earlier,” he said, taking another drink. “I’m just trying to figure you out a little bit,” he said.

You crossed your arms and surveyed him. “So, you can better manipulate me when it’s beneficial to you?” you asked.

“What? No,” he said with surprise, and you almost believed him. “I mean—I currently have no concrete plans to manipulate you…” he admitted, a small bit of jest in his voice. “I’m bored all the time in that fuckin’ cell. I could sure use the conversation. Isn’t that what this is about? My ‘mental health’,” he quoted, shooting an expectant look at you.

You sighed. “What do you wanna know?”

Negan licked his lips and then smiled, thinking about what he wanted to ask, but before he could say a word, bootsteps behind the two of you caused you both to look over to see Daryl standing there.

You went to greet him, pulling off your gloves.

“How’s it goin’?” he asked in an undertone, glancing past you to shoot a glare at Negan.

You shrugged. “Fine. It’s been completely fine so far.”

Daryl nodded, but still looked suspicious. “He ain’t tried anythin’?”

You shook your head, dusting the soil from your gloves. “Nope. We’re just working.”

Daryl nodded, still clearly apprehensive. “Well, s’almost noon. Get him back to his cell by 1 and I’ll bring his meal down,” he drawled.

“I can take care of that,” you offered.

“S’fine. I wanna have a word with him anyway.” He put his hand on your shoulder and gave it a friendly squeeze, giving you a small smile. “Yer doin’ enough for him. Be careful.”

“Okay,” you agreed, nodding. “See you later.”

When you turned around, you noticed Negan had been watching the interaction carefully. There was a thoughtful look on his face, but when you simply returned and got back to work, he joined you again in silence. You continued on for another hour or so, managing to clear quite a wide area by the time you needed to get Negan back to his cell for a late lunch. You walked beside him, both of you now dirty and plenty sweaty, and your hand strayed to the handle of your pistol again absently.

Negan noticed and broke the silence that had stretched for what felt like a long time. “You’re a fuckin’ great shot with that thing,” he said, nodding toward the gun.

“What?” you asked, turning to look at him, puzzled.

“I said, ‘you’re a great shot’,” he repeated. You still looked confused. “I noticed… during the war,” he said. “I mean—I noticed you but also your aim.” You stared at him, your brow furrowed. “You almost blew Simon’s fuckin’ head off,” he said with a laugh. “If he hadn’t flinched at the last second…” Negan let out a low whistle.

“How’d you know that was me?” you asked.

He shrugged. “Like I said, I noticed you.”

You looked… unsettled? Uneasy? Negan couldn’t quite define it, but there was some sort of tension in the air as you walked him back the rest of the way and finally locked him inside his cell again.

He gripped onto the bars and watched you turn away before he managed to get your name out. You turned toward him again, the high arch of your brow inquiring. “Thanks,” he said. “For today. It was the best fuckin’ day I’ve had in a while,” he admitted.

You gave him a baffled look. “I made you work outside in the sun all morning,” you laughed.

“Yeah… but I wasn’t alone. And I’ve had waaaaay worse company. Just—even if you decide you can’t do more than today, I want you to know that it mattered to me. Thanks.”

That look was on your face again, some mix of surprise and bewilderment. Finally, you sighed. “Daryl’s gonna bring you lunch. I’ll see you later, okay, Negan?”

He nodded, still gripping onto the cold, iron bars of his cell, and watched you walk out.

A short time later, Negan had washed his hands and splashed cool water from his basin over his face, dabbing at it with his small scratchy towel, when he heard the door open again. He looked up to see Daryl coming in with a tray of food and a scowl. He set it down by the slot at the bottom of the cell door and pushed it roughly through with the toe of his boot, almost spilling the water cup. Daryl’s expression didn’t change. It was stony and guarded.

Negan eyed him and then wandered over to grab the tray. He did feel hungry for once, something that had been rare for quite some time. When he straightened up, Daryl’s blue eyes were narrow and stinging.

Negan grabbed the apple off his tray and took a big bite. It was sweet and crunchy, satisfying and refreshing after being in the sun all morning. “Something on your mind, Daryl?” Negan asked, a faint smile on his lips.

Daryl stepped closer, right up to the bars. “Yeah. One thing. If ya fuck up, if ya try to hurt Y/N, if ya pull anythin’ I dun like, I don’t give a shit what Michonne or anybody else is tryin’ to do—I don’t give a shit about your rehab, I’ll put ya in the fuckin’ ground. Got it?”

That smile was still on Negan’s face, annoying the shit out of Daryl.

“I mean it, Negan. Ya hear me?”

“Loud and clear,” he said, taking another bite.

“Good,” he growled, and the archer left.

[fairybinie]

pairings: choi beomgyu x gn!reader

genre: fluff, humor, angst, high school au (seniors), drama club, enemies to lovers, social media au + written chapters

synopsis: popular and menacingly wicked choi beomgyu has the entire senior class wrapped around his finger. the high school drama club has cherished y/n as their veteran for four years. to fulfill beomgyu’s graduation requirements, he must join y/n’s drama club despite his grudges. unbeknownst to everyone else, y/n and beomgyu have their history. they’ve kissed before (or more like y/n has bitten his lip to bleed) and beomgyu hasn’t lived it down ever since. y/n cannot stand this guy. they can make it through the entire year as the leads in their play, right?

warnings: profanity, mentions of kissing, beomgyu teasing y/n constantly, alcohol, will add more if needed.

featuring: the rest of txt, OC character, isa from stayc.

start date: march 13, 2023

end date: tbd

updates: monday, wednesday, friday

status: ongoing

notes: i told y’all beomgyu would get his own love story! i’m really nervous releasing this after my previous smau, but i’m excited nonetheless to share this with you all. thank you to @boba-beom especially for helping me plan this story and @iyeonjuni for the lovely header as always. i hope you all enjoy this smau and i cannot wait to start this new era <3

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[akiswife1237]

AMORALITY

When the king of curses stuns himself by falling for someone who represents everything he's not.

This will be a series! I'll try to update frequently but again, tag if you want to join the ride!

tw: smut, violence, mentions of violence, angst,

true form sukuna, this also takes place in the lovely heian era

This story will kind of go backwards LOL, it starts with Sukuna being a confused simp and then it delves more into the angst hehehe

Again, I'm not religious at all so heavily religious ppl i mean no harm or disrespect! there's no specific religion mentioned as well

The sky was adorned with an intense blue, the clouds scattered all across as they hover over the blossoming flowers that have grown beautifully over time. The warm wind blew gently over the grass and you smiled peacefully as you tended to the community garden in front of the church.

Your, church.

Due to the good deeds you had done for your village and decently populated community, the people decided to appoint you as their priest. Someone who would spread the word of their god, someone who would provide wisdom and comfort, and someone who was pure.

You thought the task too heavy at first, but afraid to let down the people who relied on you, you gave in.

Things got easier over time, and you performed just as everyone expected of you; you gave them everything they needed and more. It was the least you could do for the people who adored you so dearly. 

As you continued to tend to your garden, you halted in tilting your watering can when you felt a strong aura behind you, it was so heavy that you could feel it all throughout your body, the hairs on the back of your neck standing up as you froze in place.

As you fought against this unknown feeling, you forced your self to turn around, your eyes widening when you saw an absolute beast of a man standing in front of you.

He was as tall as ever, definitely taller than 6 feet, thats for certain. His well-kept and muscular body was nearly covered in what seemed to be tattoos? You couldn't tell. But what caught your eye the most was the two pairs of arms that he had, one pair was seemingly ready to strike you as the other hands on his lower arms rested against his hips. He did little to cover himself, and you didn't fail to notice the presence of a mouth near his abdomen as well.

Craning your head upward, you were met with crimson-red eyes—no, multiple crimson-red eyes staring down at you—and the pink-haired man's face wore a slight scowl.

Despite looking like a beast and a half, you couldn't deny that, despite his unique qualities perplexing you, he was indeed handsome. 

Sukuna had been busy traveling from his fruitless missions and was as irritated as ever. Though the reward had been heavy in gold and luxuries, the requests he took on were pretty much useless and resulted in him just burning the shameless town to the ground.

He needed something else to satisfy him, and fast.

As he headed north, deep in thought, he suddenly paused, a wicked grin painting his face when he remembered just what was in the town he'd be passing through.

A church.

He had heard from passerbys that the priestess's there were absolutely divine, hopeful, and represented purity itself.

He couldn't wait to ruin them. Perhaps he'd kidnap one after the mass slaughter, if he felt generous enough.

He had nearly made it to the entrance before pausing when he saw someone outside, his wicked grin only growing wider.

Perfect, his first victim.

As he drew closer, he suddenly paused when the priestess tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. He now had a full view of her face, which made him freeze once he got a good look at it. 

He felt a sudden rush in his chest, his heartbeat quickening the longer he stared. The rush he felt wasn't the normal one he had; it wasn't one of adrenaline, but one of... surprise? 

He was stunned, to say the least.

He tried to ignore this feeling and drew closer to the priestess, he had his own mission after all, but he couldn't deny the foreign feeling sitting heavy in his chest.

He was now behind you and just as he was about to strike, the priest' instincts suddenly kicked in and she turned around to meet his gaze.

He scowled when he realized he couldn't come as quietly as he hoped, oh well, he was never good at being subtle anyways.

The moment your eyes met, though, he couldn't move, he felt his world slowing down and he gulped as he stayed in place, the scowl still on his face.

Your innocent eyes batted up at him with confusion and your lips parted so perfectly that it was enough to turn his brain into mush. It didn't help that the sunlight highlighted all of your beauty perfectly.

You were unlike anything he's ever seen before, absolutely breathtaking...

...What was he here to do again?

an: that's chapter one! stay tuned for chapter two hehehe, again comment to be part of the tag if you want to be updated !!

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[fushic0re]

SOMETHING WICKED THIS WAY COMES

KINKTOBER 2024

ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖𓉸ִֶָྀི ִֶָ་༘࿐ WEEK 1: OCT. 6 | CECAELIA!SUGURU GETO

❝BLOODY WATERS❞

SYNOPSIS ‧₊ ᵎᵎ ⋆ cecaelias are quite curious creatures and suguru was no exception. when mating season approaches, a window of opportunity to thoroughly explore the human that had piqued his interest presents itself.

ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖𓉸ִֶָྀི ִֶָ་༘࿐ WEEK 2: OCT. 11 | DEITY!SATORU GOJO

❝FOOD FOR THE GODS❞

SYNOPSIS ‧₊ ᵎᵎ ⋆ the death of satoru gojo tilted the axis of jujutsu society. left forgotten and unlaid to rest, sorcerers feared that the strongest would one day manifest into a cursed spirit and wreak havoc on the people who failed to grant him peace in the afterlife. in an attempt to appease him, an offering is presented every year on his death anniversary. every year, offerings made it out of the shrines guarded by tengen's barrier safely–all except you.

ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖𓉸ִֶָྀི ִֶָ་༘࿐ WEEK 3: OCT. 18 | HEIAN ERA!RYOMEN SUKUNA

❝CUP RUNNETH OVER❞

SYNOPSIS ‧₊ ᵎᵎ ⋆ only one was worhty of being his queen of curses.

ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖𓉸ִֶָྀི ִֶָ་༘࿐ WEEK 4: OCT. 25 | DRACULA!SYLUS (LOVE & DEEPSPACE)

❝I'LL CRAWL HOME TO HER❞

SYNOPSIS ‧₊ ᵎᵎ ⋆ in every life, you are his bride.

ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖𓉸ִֶָྀི ִֶָ་༘࿐ WEEK 5: OCT. 31 | SHADOW MONSTER!CHOSO KAMO

❝THAT BOY IS A MONSTER❞

SYNOPSIS ‧₊ ᵎᵎ ⋆ your shadow is quite fond of you.

© fushicore 2024 – do not repost on other platforms, translate, or plagiarize in any form.

[mustainegf]

Hi! I just discovered your account about a week ago and I am already madly in love with your writing! ❤

That is why If I may request Load era Kirk with dom! fem reader where he gets roughed up a bit. (Hair pulling, choking, restaining, and stuff)

Thank you so much if you chose to write it! ❤

Kisses 💕

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: bondage, degradation, praise, hair pulling, humiliation if you squint

𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐁𝐎𝐘 ¹⁹⁹⁶

I had been waiting for this moment all night, my eyes tracking Kirk Hammett, my boyfriend, as he performed on stage. He was in his prime, at least in my opinion, short curly hair, black liner tracing his lids, that signature grin, and and this new edgy style.

I knew I had to have him under my control tonight.

As he made his way down the hallway, I caught his eye, giving him a sly smile that made his steps falter.

He tried to regain his composure, but I could see the spark of interest in those big round eyes. I swayed my hips as I stepped to his side, my hand grazing his arm as I leaned in close.

"Follow me," I whispered in his ear, my voice firm. Without waiting for a response, I turned and walked towards the private dressing room of his, knowing he would follow. And knowingly, he did.

Once inside, I shut the door behind us and locked it. The room was small, with a couch against one wall and a vanity against the other.

"Kirk," I purred, stepping closer until I was inches away from him. "You've been such a good boy tonight, haven't you?"

His breath hitched, and he nodded slowly, his eyes wide with a mix of anticipation and uncertainty. "Y-yes," he stammered.

"Good," I replied, my voice low and sultry. I reached up and grabbed a fistful of his hair, yanking his head back so he was forced to look straight at me. "Because tonight, you're mine."

I saw the excitement in his eyes as I pulled him towards the couch, shoving him down onto the cushions. He looked up at me with a snicker, his expression rather submissive. I pulled my legs around him, straddling his lap, my hands gripping his shoulders as I leaned in close, my lips brushing against his ear.

"You're going to be a good boy for me, aren't you?" I whispered, my voice dripping with dominance. Just how he liked it.

"Yes," he breathed, his hands resting tentatively on my hips.

I grinned, my hand moving to the back of his neck as I pulled him into a rough kiss. He responded eagerly, his lips parting for me as I took full control. My other hand slipped down to his chest, my nails scraping over his shirt as I felt his chest tense under me.

Breaking the kiss, I stood up and yanked him to his feet, pushing him against the wall. "Hands up," I commanded, and he obeyed my order instantly, raising his arms above his head. I grabbed a scarf from the vanity and quickly tied his wrists to a hook on the wall, restraining him in place.

"Do you like being tied up, Kirky?" I asked, my voice mocking.

He swallowed deep, nodding. "Yes."

"Good," I said, stepping back to admire my handiwork. "Because you're not going anywhere until I'm done with you."

I reached down and undid his belt, pulling it free from his pants with a snap. His eyes widened as I doubled it over in my hand, a wicked smile growing across my lips.

"Do you know what this is for?" I asked, my voice deceptively sweet.

He shook his head, his breath quick. "No," he whispered with quick shake off his head.

I grinned, bringing the belt down hard against his thigh. Hard enough to shock him, but still careful. He yelped, his body jerking against the restraints, but he didn't protest. "It's for reminding you who's in charge," I said, striking him again. "And tonight, that's me."

I continued to spank him with the belt, each blow making him gasp and whimper. His pants did little to nothing to cushion the impact, and I could see the outline of his cock pressing against the tight fabric. I paused, running my hand over the growing bulge, wanting to feeling the heat of him.

"You're getting hard from this, aren't you?" I taunted, squeezing him through his pants. "Such a good boy."

He nodded, his eyes half closed in pleasure. "Yes, p..please," he groaned.

I laughed softly, undoing his pants and letting them drop to the floor with his boxers. His erection sprang free, and I wasted no time in wrapping my hand around it, stroking him slowly. "You like being my good boy, don't you?"

"Yes," he panted, his hips thrusting into my hand like the desperate boy he was. "Please, more."

"More?" I asked, my tone almost cruel. "You think you deserve more?"

"Yes," he whimpered with a look of pure pleading.

I smirked, tightening my grip on his cock as I leaned in close. "Beg for it," I demanded. "Beg for me to fuck you then."

"Please," he gasped, his voice desperate. "Please fuck me. I need it. I need… you."

"Good boy," I purred, releasing his cock and stepping back. I quickly stripped off my clothes, letting them drop to the floor ina pile as I finally revealed my naked body to him. His eyes explored me hungrily, his cock twitching just at the dirty sight.

After unhooking the scarf from the wall, I let him sit down on the couch, still with his hands tied. I climbed onto the couch, positioning myself so I was kneeling above him. I grabbed his hair again, yanking his head back as I leaned down to kiss him, out tongues getting to know each other for the millionth time. He moaned into my mouth, his body straining against the restraints.

"You want me to fuck you?" I questioned.

"Yes," he breathed. "Please." He sounded like he’d just run a marathon.

I offered a sly smirk, reaching between his legs to position his cock at my entrance. I sank down onto him slowly, savoring the way he stretched me unlike any other man, filled me completely.

Kirk groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head as I took him in, inch by agonizing inch.

"God, you're so tight," he gasped, his hands flexing uselessly against the restraints.

I smirked, lifting myself up slightly before slamming back down onto him, making him cry out. "You like that?" I mocked, riding him harder now. "You like being fucked by me?"

"Yes," he moaned, his hips bucking up in tandem to meet me. "Fuck, yes."

I continued to ride him, my body forced down onto his cock with each bounce. The sound of our bodies slapping filled the room, aswell as his moans and my quick breaths. I could feel him getting closer, his cock twitching inside me as his orgasm approached.

"You're going to cum for me, aren't you?" I smiled, staring at his helpless face as I pleased him.

"Yes," he gasped. "Please, let me cum."

"Not yet," I growled, clenching and squeezing his cock tightly with my warm pussy. "I want to see you beg for it."

"Please," he whimpered, his eyes desperate. "Please let me cum. I need it. I need to cum baby."

I grinned wickedly, bouncing even harder, my hand slipping between my legs to rub my clit. "Cum for me, then," I commanded. "Cum for me like a good boy."

He cried out, his body tensing as his orgasm ripped through him. I could feel his cock pulsing inside me, his hot cum filling me as he came. The familiar feeling was my undoing, and I too came, my body shaking with the pleasure as I rode out my own orgasm.

We sat there, planting messes, my guts full of his seed.

Slowly, I untied his wrists, letting him finally relax. I climbed off of him, my legs shaky, and lay down beside him and pull him into my arms.

"You're such a good boy," I murmured, stroking his curls as he rested his head on my chest. "You did so well."

[moonmaiden1996]

Witchy Wife

NSFW!A lonely witch reader seeks out to find you elusive demonic husband, and the sight of him stirs more than just longing—it fuels a mischievous hunger for payback. Deciding that a taste of revenge is in order, you plans to make him earn you forgiveness, savoring every second as he tries to win you over while you make some mischief of your own

xxxxx

The grand doors of Phantomhive Manor parted with a quiet, ominous creak, a hushed silence settling as your figure emerged in the doorway. Each step you took echoed against the cold marble floors, the sharp click of your heels creating a rhythm that turned heads and left mouths agape. Under the shadowed chandeliers, a soft amber glow illuminated your form, highlighting each subtle curve and commanding movement, casting you in an ethereal, almost otherworldly light. Bardroy’s cigarette slipped from his lips, and Finny’s jaw dropped as they took in the vision of dark beauty and raw power that now graced their presence.

With a graceful, regal poise, you advanced, letting a low, scolding tone escape your lips as your gaze settled on the butler who had kept you waiting far too long. “You left me all alone, Sebastian, just to play butler?” you chided, a teasing scowl touching your lips, carrying with it centuries-old familiarity that only you shared with him.

Sebastian’s expression remained perfectly schooled, yet a slight arch of his brow betrayed a flicker of surprise—and perhaps, the faintest hint of guilt. He straightened, clasping his gloved hands behind his back as he met your gaze with a glimmer of amusement in his crimson eyes, one only you could truly see.

“My dear,” he murmured, his voice rich and smooth as velvet, edged with apology. “I was summoned here, and I admit… it has taken longer than I anticipated.”

Your eyes roamed over him, savouring the slight cracks in his stoic composure as you closed the distance between you, each step deliberate. “I see how it is,” you replied, voice low and laced with playful reproach. “You came up here to have all the fun yourself. I hope you haven’t been… doing anything you shouldn’t.” you purred, no doubt he had.

A faint blush dusted Sebastian’s usually impassive features—something subtle enough that others might miss it, but not you. Not the witch who had stood by his side through realms and eras, who knew every nuance of him, mortal and infernal alike.

Across the room, Ciel shifted uncomfortably, caught somewhere between curiosity and unease as he observed the unspoken bond between you and Sebastian, the tension between you like a current thickening the air. At last, he cleared his throat, his tone sharp and tinged with bewilderment. “Sebastian,” he demanded, his eyes narrowing as he took you in, “who on earth is this woman?”

Without missing a beat, Sebastian’s gaze softened, his hand coming to rest with practised intimacy on your lower back, the gesture both reverent and possessive. “This,” he said with quiet pride, his eyes only for you, “is my wife, we are… newlyweds.”

Ciel’s confusion melted into outright shock, his gaze darting between the two of you. Bardroy, still gaping, managed to find his voice, his cigarette discarded on the floor. “Hold on,” he said, incredulous. “You mean this stunner is your wife, and you left her… to work as a butler?”

The absurdity hit him, his expression shifting to one of admiration and disbelief. “Hell, I wouldn’t even leave the bed!” he muttered, earning a bright red blush to bloom from Finny, who was no less astounded.

A wicked smile played on your lips as you cast Sebastian a knowing look, a glint in your eyes as if to agree with Bardroy’s sentiment. “Oh, at least someone appreciated me” you murmured, running a finger down the line of Sebastian’s chest, feeling the slight hitch in his breath. “I am disappointed in you.”

Sebastian chuckled, his grip on your waist tightening slightly, a promise in his touch that he wouldn’t make that mistake twice. “As you can see, my lord,” he said to Ciel, though his gaze remained locked with yours, “she is… one of a kind.”

You felt the possessive slide of Sebastian’s hand along your lower back, his fingers brushing your hip in a way both reverent and undeniably possessive. “My time here has been purely professional,” he said smoothly, his voice carrying a dark, seductive undertone, as if your mere presence had begun to erode his practised restraint. Leaning closer, he dropped his voice to a whisper meant only for you. “Though… perhaps I was beginning to miss… other matters.”

You chuckled softly, savouring his nearness as a familiar fire reignited within you. “Is that so?” you murmured, your voice barely more than a breath. “Because if I recall, the last time we were together, you were…” You leaned in, your words slipping out like a spell, “unhinged. A desperate, howling demon who could barely restrain himself.”

Sebastian’s crimson eyes glinted with a dangerous edge, his hand at your waist tightening as he dipped his head lower, voice a hushed growl. “Ah… yes, I remember that well,” he whispered, his lips ghosting so close that his breath warmed your skin. “I believe everyone does.”

“Oh?” You tilted your head, a devilish gleam in your gaze. “Then do it again,” you challenged, voice dripping with daring and invitation. “Make me fear you again, darling.”

Sebastian’s crimson eyes darkened, the careful facade slipping just enough for you to glimpse the primal energy simmering beneath. His fingers traced your jaw, his touch sending a shiver through you as he absorbed every detail, every unspoken invitation. “As you command,” he murmured, finally pressing his lips to yours in a kiss laden with possession, centuries of devotion woven into each searing touch.

A pointed cough from Ciel finally shattered the moment. Bardroy and Finny stood frozen, stunned by the intensity before them. Yet Sebastian’s gaze remained locked with yours, his dark, lingering smile hinting at all that was yet to come.

Without breaking eye contact, you slipped your hand into his, fingers lacing with his as you turned on your heel, tugging him toward a secluded hallway. The others watched in shocked silence as you guided him down the manor’s west wing, a wicked gleam in your eyes.

“Are we going somewhere, my love?” he asked, trying to keep his tone neutral though intrigue coloured his gaze.

“Oh, I think so,” you replied, casting a sly glance back as you pulled him deeper into the shadowed halls. “After all, you’ve left me waiting long enough.”

A flicker of a smile touched his lips as he followed your lead, letting himself be pulled into an empty sitting room, its door creaking as you closed it behind you. Alone at last, you placed a hand on his chest, pushing him back until his tall form met the wall, your eyes alight with dark passion.

“You left me to run a manor and play servant to a human boy,” you teased, leaning close, your voice a low murmur against his collar. “Did you think I’d be so forgiving?”

His lips quirked, his hands settling possessively on your waist. “A butler’s duties require commitment,” he replied smoothly, his crimson eyes glinting with a rare spark of anticipation.

“Perhaps.” You tilted your head, fingers tracing the line of his jaw as he leaned into your touch. “But I’ve been all alone down below. Imagine what I might have done if I got bored.”

Sebastian’s smirk faltered slightly, a touch of warmth slipping into his otherwise impassive face. “My apologies,” he murmured, his hands tightening on your waist, pulling you flush against him. “Perhaps I underestimated how much my absence would… disappoint you.”

“Oh, it did,” you whispered back, your lips dangerously close to his. “You’ve left me, Sebastian. And you know how I get when I’m feeling neglected… I get vengeful.”

A low chuckle escaped him, rich and inviting. “Then, my darling,” he said, voice dipping lower, “show me what vengeance looks like.”

Your lips met his, every ounce of longing and tension igniting as the room filled with a charged silence. When you finally pulled back, your lips brushed his ear, whispering, “But since I am here to aid you now, perhaps you can give me a taste of your servitude…”

A dark spark lingered in Sebastian’s eyes, and he chuckled. “Then I’ll make sure, my love, to stay right where you want me, for I am, after all, simply one hell of a butler.”

Biting your lip, you let a devilish purr slip from you as you pressed Sebastian’s tall form down before the ornate fireplace, the flames casting flickering shadows over his sprawled figure. The fire crackled in the silence, casting an otherworldly glow across his face as he gazed up at you, crimson eyes gleaming with that familiar mixture of amusement and intrigue.

“Such a handsome face,” you murmured, standing over him, your heel trailing up his leg with deliberate slowness before gliding across his chest. “I doubt it’s been a lonely face.”

Sebastian’s gloved hand caught your calf, his fingers skimming up your skin with a practised, reverent touch. “Only business, my love,” he murmured, his voice soft yet unyielding. “You know I cannot be… fulfilled by another.”

You arched a brow, lips curving in a wicked smile. “Perhaps… perhaps not. That remains to be seen, but first, I must show you exactly what you’ve missed since you abandoned me.”

A flicker of amusement softened his gaze, though he remained perfectly composed. “Never abandoned, my darling,” he soothed, his voice low and velvety, his grip on your calf tightening possessively. “You are mine, and I am yours—merely a business trip.”

With a lingering glance, you tilted your head, letting your foot slide down his chest as you leaned in close. “A business trip,” you mused, savouring the crackling tension in the air. “We’ll see if that’s enough to excuse your absence.”

Sebastian’s eyes darkened, his lips twitching into a knowing smile. “Then by all means,” he said, his voice like a dark promise, “show me what I’ve been missing.”

‘’With pleasure.’’ 

Great mercury trendrill bloomed from the floor, curling around his limbs holding him place. Sebastian neither flinched or moved as they held him tightly in place, you knew he wouldn't, but it was fun all the same.

You moved slowly, purposefully, each step a calculated tease as you stepped over him, the thin fabric of your garment slipping and billowing around your hips as you lowered yourself, inch by tantalising inch. With all the grace you possessed, you lifted the delicate material, gathering it around your waist as you sank down, eyes locked on his with a wicked gleam.

Your husband's mouth had alway been his most dangerous asset.  It was, after all, how he’d tempted you to leave behind the quiet simplicity of life as a mere witch, luring you into a world of infernal delights, transforming you into something far darker—a succubus, desire and love incarnate. His tongue sucked at your core, savouring your taste with a low growl, sending a wave of pleasure though you. You were needy, without him by your side you had gone without for far too long. 

His mouth worked against you with an unrestrained hunger, each touch of his tongue sending a shiver through your entire body, every flick and press igniting the tension that had built up in his absence. A low, primal growl rumbled from his throat as he savoured your taste, his hands holding you firmly, possessively, as if staking his claim on you all over again.

The ache of longing surged, your need for him sharpened by the memory of all the nights you’d spent alone. Without him there, you'd denied yourself, holding onto the desire that only he could satisfy. But now, as he devoured you, the months of yearning melted away in waves of white-hot pleasure. Your fingers tangled in his dark hair, a soft moan escaping your lips as you leaned into his touch, desperate and lost in the feeling of being whole once more.

“Don’t stop,” you murmured breathlessly, your voice barely more than a whisper, every nerve alight as he worked with relentless skill as you peer down into his crimson gaze. He responded with another deep, satisfied growl,  his eyes flashing up at you with a promise that he had no intention of stopping.

You rolled your hips against his tongue with deliberate, forceful need, each movement a wordless reminder that he was making up for lost time. He had neglected you, after all, left you simmering with desire as he attended to mortal obligations, and now this was yours to take.

The intensity of your own rhythm made him grip you tighter, a low, hungry sound escaping him as he surrendered to your control. His mouth met each motion eagerly, matching your fervour with his own, as if he understood that every moment was one he owed you—one he longed to repay with reverence and indulgence. You pressed down harder, eyes half-lidded as you revelled in the rush of power and pleasure that crackled between you. The world around you faded, leaving only the flicker of the flames and the intoxicating sensation of reclaiming what was always yours. You where fucking him now, there was no doubt, with wild, abandoned frenzy, fast and hard. Till you shattered, letting out a beautiful scream and us gushed against his mouth, smiling as he licked you clean of every drop. 

“Let me serve you properly,” he murmured, his lips brushing a soft, reverent kiss against your thigh. You nodded, you had long since surrendered to your own bliss, too far gone to care now, he was not forgiven, not in the slightest but you would let him work you a little longer. 

With a contented sigh, you released the tendril of power that had held him in place. Free of its hold, he moved with deliberate grace, his gloved hands gliding up your legs, his touch slow and reverent, leaving a trail of heat that seemed to sink into your skin.

A shiver rippled through you, unbidden, and Sebastian's keen eyes caught it immediately, a knowing glint flashing in his deep crimson gaze. Without breaking eye contact, he leaned forward, pressing you back against the plush rug as the firelight cast flickering shadows across his chiselled features. His gaze was dark, smouldering, his attention wholly on you as he settled between your legs, his mouth moving to leave tender, lingering kisses along your inner thigh.

“Allow me, my love,” he murmured, his voice a low, velvet rumble against your skin. Slowly, he brought his hands to his lips, removing his gloves one finger at a time, each tug deliberate, revealing his bare hands. The suffocating cotton fell away, and at last, you felt the raw warmth of his touch as his fingers found your skin, their heat searing and irresistible.

‘’Such a delicious little joy’’ he moaned, pressing his nose in between his folds revealing in the way arched for him enjoying it even more as you let of a soft gush of sounds as he pushed a finger inside your soft walls, curling it just slightly, not enough to hit that special lace inside you but enough to leave you panting for more.

“Hush, my darling,” he whispered, voice dripping with both affection and amusement. “I’ll give you what you need. I’ve neglected you, haven’t I?” His lips curled into a teasing, mocking smile as his fingers pressed deeper, slow and relentless. “Let your husband make it all better‘’

His fingers curled, deliberate and knowing, intensifying with every thrust as he added another finger, filling you. His touch was masterful, skilled enough to unravel every ounce of composure, and soon, your body betrayed you—every nerve was attuned to him, each stroke turning you into a trembling, helpless mess beneath him.His eyes held yours, gleaming with that devilish satisfaction, revelling in the power he wielded over you as he continued his rhythm, taking his time, as if savouring the slow undoing of your resolve. His uniform trousers, doing nothing to conceal his twitching cock.

Once again, his tongue flickering against your already sensitive clit, basking in your beauty  as you bucked against him, your neglect spurring on your deep need to chase the feeling overwhelming you. 

‘’That's is my little love.’’ his fingers quickening deep inside you, never withdrawing just rocking against you, massaging that sweet spot, moulding it beneath his powerful tips. 

When you finally shattered, a scream tore from your lips, echoing through the room as waves of pleasure surged through you, each one more intense than the last. Your body arched, fingers curling into the fabric beneath you, as you succumbed completely, letting the ecstasy ripple through every inch of you.

Sebastian’s eyes darkened with satisfaction, his gaze never leaving yours as he watched you unravel beneath his touch. His movements slowed, savouring the aftermath of your release, fingers still tracing gentle circles, coaxing every last bit of bliss from you. He leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to your quivering form, murmuring, “There now, my love… That’s what you deserve, and I intend to make up for every moment you went without.”

He held you close, fingers tracing soothing patterns along your skin as he steadied you, grounding you from the intensity that had just swept over you. His crimson eyes gleamed with satisfaction, an unspoken promise lingering in his gaze. But you, still resolved, pulled yourself gracefully from his hold, eliciting a slight furrow of surprise in his brow.

“Hm, my love?” he murmured, his voice laced with a hint of protest, his fingers flexing as if to pull you back. Yet he remained composed, reclining by the fire with his gaze locked onto you in that predatory, assessing way you knew all too well.

With a smirk, you met his watchful stare. “When I have truly forgiven you,” you purred, an arch to your brow, “perhaps I’ll think about letting you back into my bed. For now, though, I’ll be catching up on the fun you’ve had in my absence.” Letting your gaze drift casually toward the door, you added, “Maybe I’ll start with that gruff cook downstairs.”

A spark of possessiveness flickered in Sebastian’s eyes, and his mouth set into a tight line, a low, feral growl escaping him despite his calm exterior. His jaw tightened as he took in your words, his eyes darkening with challenge, but you merely laughed, enjoying the sight of his restraint slipping as you sauntered away.

You could feel his gaze, hot and possessive, burning into your back as you exited the room, leaving him simmering by the fire, just as you intended. The thrill of it lingered, a delightful anticipation tingling down your spine as you stepped into the hallway, well aware that he wouldn’t let such a taunt go unanswered.

I needed to write some smut to get back into practice, and now I am seriously considering doing a little mini series on Sebastian and Reader having a little fun with other characters from the series.

Who do you think I should do first? They are all so tempting! 

Please like, comment or make a request for any fandom! 

[solesnati]

for the damaged / accepting @lastsclc's KAYDEL CONNIX sent: ❛ can you look at me? please? ❜

HE WOULDN'T SAY IF IT WAS HER OR THE EDGE TO HER TONE that pulled his gaze away from the circuit board he'd been fooling himself into thinking he was inspecting. it was resigned, but there was acceptance there. acceptance for whatever she might have to throw at him. he's already been through this and more with Leia, the moment they could breathe Luke had known his sister wouldn't let him rest until she had the answers she needed. answers that were six years overdue. he didn't fault her, or the girl, for their urgency, not with what's happened. the aging Jedi Master sighed and placed the tools he'd been fiddling with more than using down and turned to face her, his niece.        ❝      I'm listening.      ❞

[aziraphales-library]

Hi! Thanks so much for running this blog!! I was wondering if you guys knew of any good arranged marriage fics between them? Preferably with some initial angst that’s later resolved? No worries if not! Thanks so much!

Hey. We have an #arranged marriage tag, so check that out. Here are more to add...

Wicked dance by pirripipi (T)

The kingdom of Heaven and the kingdom of Hell have been at war with each other more times than all of the rest of the lands combined. Mostly due to the fact they hate each other. Therefore when the wedding of the century is announced. An union meant to bring peace. An arranged marriage between Crowley, the youngest heir of Hell, and Aziraphale, the youngest prince of Heaven… they know something is just not right.

Someone by Diminua (M)

This was a kinkmeme prompt and as usual I can't do better than to paraphrase the OP : Aziraphale is a frumpy, middle aged man, who's closing in on 50 : he's spent his entire life alone, mistreated by his family, and living like a modern times hermit in his familiar, reassuring bookshop. He thinks it's too late for passion. But he hopes that, maybe, he could find a companion for his latter days. Crowley has spent his entire life having a wild time: parties, sex, rock n roll, all that jazz. He flew through the 80s, the 90s, the new millennium like a car on fire. He thought he had time, thought he'd be young and surrounded by people forever, thought with fling after fling after fling, someone would find him. Someone would look at him and choose him. But no one ever did. To paraphrase (again) - they turn to an arranged marriage company. And they fit..

third law of thermodynamics by astrhae (M)

“As you may know,” Muriel started, “as a human police officer, I can unobtrusively monitor your marriage without raising suspicion.” Yes. What? Aziraphale stared. “Marriage?” “On whether it’s being,” Muriel hesitated, eyes cast up as they searched for the right word, “consummated properly.” ------------- Or, after the Antichrist cancels Armageddon, Heaven and Hell come up with a peace treaty. Traditionally, treaties involve a marriage between representatives of each side. It goes about as well as you might expect.

Match Made on Earth by ineffable_snowman (M)

The archangels receive a divine message that an angel and a demon must marry on Earth. No one really wants to do it. So why not send the angel who was responsible for the flaming sword fiasco?

Duty and Desire by Purple_Rose_Writes (M)

A Regency-Era GO Omegaverse Human AU Aziraphale Heavens has resisted taking a mate, but when the family hits hard times, he has no choice. His fears about being mated to an alpha he's never met are only heightened when Alpha Anthony Crowley is rather non-traditional. Is he doomed to a life of abuse and mistreatment? Or is there more to Crowley than meets the eye?

Married at First Sight by Aracloptia (T)

“Well, that was a thing,” Crowley said once they were out of earshot. Without talking about it, they were both heading down the field, towards the lake where the photographer (and likely a few more people from the TV crew) was waiting. “That was a wedding,” Aziraphale replied, surprised at his own annoyance that somebody called a wedding a ‘thing’. “Yeah, obviously, didn’t miss that part,” Crowley said with a shrug, and waved abruptly in Aziraphale’s general direction. “Neither did you, from the looks of it, since you’re dressed like a wedding bride and everything.” “Excuse me, I am a—“ Aziraphale stopped himself, and started over. In which Aziraphale ends up marrying a rude stranger who wears sunglasses.

- Mod D

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Loss of My Life: Final Part

Heian Era! True Form! Ryomen Sukuna x Sorcerer!Fem!Reader

A/N: I was listening to Ptolemaea by Ethel Cain and the climax of this chapter pairs up so well with the entirety of that song. You’ll see once it gets towards the middle/end of the chapter but I highly recommend listening to that song bc it’s so good and haunting.

This chapter shows INTENSE GRUESOME SCENES including torture, child death/murder (mentioned but not in detail), abuse, gore, massacre of a family, burning buildings and so much more!!! This is a DARK THEME story, it is meant as a work of FICTION and its 18+ ONLY MDNI!!!!

I am not responsible if you feel uncomfortable since you have been warned about the trigger warnings since the beginning! This is a work of FICTION so continue at your own risk!!

Warnings: INSTENSE SCENES, strong language, violence, mention of mass murder, generational trauma, complicated family dynamics, family abuse, murder, emotional turmoil and abuse, sadistic tendencies, corruption of power, dark themes, burning down villages, murder, masochistic tendencies, forced drowning, mutilated bodies, sadistic behavior, bodily harm, mentions of blood, child murder (brief), torture, psychological torture, assassination, drugging, inebriation, physical assault, gore, mentions of guts, angst no comfort,

WC: 12K

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Part 3

There were many things within the realm that were believed to be for the better of the jujutsu world, many things that the Four families were able to provide for the rest of the realm. Power, protection, resources, and stability. There hadn’t been any of that before the Four became established and marked off the territories that they would reign over for the past few decades. When Sukuna had risen through the realm and word of his power spread across all territories, that promise of protection and stability slowly started to wither away. 

He’d sent his destruction into every village he burned and tortured every one who held cursed energy in order for him to absorb it and gain more power. It had given him the reputation that led to his now wicked presence, a presence so overwhelming that even the sorcerers in the Four exercised caution around him. Anything demanded by him would always be met with compliance and if anyone refused, he’d easily exterminate them and absorb his energy, growing his power and solidifying his claim further. 

So, when he asked for your hand, your father had no choice but to comply. Your marriage taking place in front of the entirety of the Four and the representatives of the realm. It was a testament of your position by his side, something he believed would ultimately give you the power and claim to keep the foolish sorcerers from threatening you. 

You had stayed under his protection, living freely in his territory and becoming one as sorcerers and as divine souls. Even his followers started to see you as the queen to his claim, the perfect position next to their king. 

Your influence shifted everything, word of your change had reached the very corners of the Four territories. You were held to a higher regard next to Sukuna than you had ever been considered within your family. Your family had also gained more power due to your marriage with the King of Curses. They were more revered, feared, respected, putting them in the ranks of power next to the Gojo’s and surpassing the Zen’in. 

The Zen’in had taken the blow significantly, their anger spiraling as they tried to regain their position in the realm. It seemed as though they were further from power than ever, and all due to the power of your influence as the realm’s Princess of Peace. Even in Sukuna’s presence, you were the embodiment of peace regardless of the dark corners you had hidden in your soul.

You were careful in your position, continuing to visit your family and meeting with the leaders of the other families to talk over political claim. The clans knew that anything against Sukuna was forbidden, but you assumed your position to keep the realm free from war. You had brought in a time of peace, leaving the villages and territories under tranquility within the Four’s territories. Even Sukuna had extended himself to go beyond the clan territory for his absorption of energy. 

The Four Families were in a moment of peace thanks to you. Sukuna passed over them in disregard as he moved through the realm to absorb energy elsewhere. 

You were with your family again today, meeting them in strategy to keep the villages safe from the imposing threat of thieves that had been spiking in numbers throughout the realm. Your father still held his reservations, but deep down you knew this was in favor of his life and your family’s more than anything. 

As the meeting concluded, you found Uraume waiting outside, smiling at her as you walked in step with her to head towards your home. She had been dedicated to your protection since Sukuna had found cursed residue in the territory near your home. He’d already put a bike over your home, hiding your energy and his but still there were remnants of cursed users near the territory where you resided. 

It wasn’t uncommon for sorcerers to go after Sukuna, but with the reports of thieves raiding nearby villages, he preferred sending Uraume with you on your runs. She was a devoted follower and when you had married Sukuna, she became devoted to you as well. She was strong and knew that fulfilling her duty of protecting you was of most importance. So when you went back home, she escorted you. When you went out to the villages who didn’t know who you were outside of the clan’s territories, she followed. 

As the both of you walked through the woods, the sound of crows above you sounded out. Your head turned towards the trees, looking at the small black birds, four of them perched perfectly on the branches as they watched you and Uraume walk through the woods. You cocked your head slightly, feeling an odd sensation that something was not quite right, but you shrugged it off and continued walking as you reached the village in the outskirts of town. It was quiet, tranquil and seemed to bustle with calmness as people walked through the small market area. 

You observed the people moving about with a calm, almost mechanical grace. Their interactions were polite but a strange feeling filled the air as you walked through the booths. The market stalls were filled with traditional items: beautifully crafted pottery, delicate silks, and intricate wooden carvings. It wasn’t often you’d come out to see these kinds of things but the rare moments would mean a lot to you. 

As you walked through, you noticed a woman at a stall selling ornate pendants. They were beautifully crafted, each adorned with symbols and designs that seemed to pulse with a strange energy. One in particular caught your eye. It was a pendant with an intricate design that seemed to shift subtly in the light, featuring a depiction of a shinigami—a dark spirit that many jujutsu sorcerers disregarded, but a shift in the color made you uneasy.

As you tried to reach for the pendant, Uraume’s urgent voice cut through your thoughts. “We need to go,” she said, her eyes observing everyone closely, the distrust obvious in her tone. 

“What’s wrong?”, you whispered, turning towards her fully as she grasped your hand gently, pulling you out of the market and back towards the woods. “Uraume”, you pressed. 

“There was undetected energy there, my job is to keep you out of harm's way and if I can’t detect the energy, I will not let us stay there any longer.”, she answered as the two of you moved through the woods. You clenched your jaw, following closely behind her as you went back home. 

The walk home was quiet, Uraume filled with a perceptiveness that left her looking over every tiny thing she felt was strange or off putting. She was tasked to protect you and she would follow Sukuna’s orders to her death, she was one of his many loyal followers, but definitely his most trusted. 

When you reached home, you met Sukuna inside, his arms wrapped around you as he stepped out with Uraume for a moment as you changed out of your clothes. 

“There was residual energy in the town we’d visited. I made sure we got out of there as fast as possible.”, she filled him in, the hum leaving his throat filled with contemplation. 

“There were residuals a few miles from here too.”, he muttered. “It’ll be in best interest to lower a shield over the home.”

Uraume nodded as she finished filling him in, Sukuna dismissing her as he went inside to be with you. He took in your form in a different pair of clothes as you walked over to him, placing your head on his chest as you breathed him in. 

“Hey.”, you whispered as you looked up at him. He leaned down, his lips capturing yours as you smiled into the kiss. “How was your patrol?”

“It was fine.”, he muttered, his hands grabbing your body gently to be flush against his. “There was something out in the woods a couple of miles outside the territory. Energy residuals.”

You scrunch your eyebrows, looking at him confused. “Energy residuals?”

“Just another lowlife sorcerer probably trying to get my attention for something.”, he muttered, his energy spiraling in annoyance. “It’ll be taken care of. I’ll put a shield over the home. They won’t come near you.”, he placed a gentle kiss on the curve of your neck. 

“You worry a lot, you know that right?”, you looked at him with worry. “You need to rest. You’re going to tire yourself out if you keep staying out all night and morning.”

“I’ll be fine.”, he whispered, his body morphing into his true form and lifting you into his arms. “So long as you’re safe.”

You ran a hand through his hair, his eyes closing to bask in your touch as he carried you to your bedroom. His body hovering over yours as he kissed your neck, your soft laughs turning into gentle moans, moving his way from your lips down to your core. There was nothing Sukuna loved more than pleasuring his wife, he could spend all day doing this. 

Indulging in you was something he’d grown addicted to, something he would never tire of. You were music to his ears and the queen of his realm. You were his everything in every way. 

He’d do anything for you, even spend all day in bed pleasing you. 

Sukuna’s night patrol had been unusually unsettling over the past few days. The residual energy he had picked up on his patrols was different from the usual lingering traces of curses. It had a peculiar, almost faintly familiar signature, and it was closer to your home than he would have liked. As he made his way back, his mind was clouded with suspicion.

He arrived home to find Uraume waiting for him, her expression unreadable but attentive. Without wasting time, Sukuna filled her in on the residual energy and his suspicion as to why it was getting closer to your territory.

“I found more,” Sukuna began, his tone serious. “It’s getting closer. I want you to keep a close eye on Y/n. Don't leave her side when I'm not here."

Uraume nodded, her eyes sharp with understanding. “Of course."

Sukuna moved through the corridors of his home, his steps echoing with a sense of urgency. He found you sitting on the floor witha bucket of water in front of you, your back turned as you scrubbed at a stubborn stain on some clothes. The sight of you, immersed in your task, brought a slight calm to his thoughts.

You looked up as Sukuna entered, his presence filling the room with that familiar warmth you loved. “Everything okay?” you asked, sensing something different in his demeanor.

Sukuna’s gaze softened as he approached you. “I need to talk to you,” he said, his voice gentle. “There's been residual energy found in the outer territories. It's been getting closer to the house.”

He flexed his jaw, contemplating the situation as he continued. "I need you to let me feel your energy anytime we aren't together. I already have Uraume on watch when I'm on patrol."

You met his eyes, understanding the gravity of his words. His concern was evident, and you could see how it weighed on him. You stepped closer, your heart aching with empathy for his worry.

“Okay, I will,” you said softly.

Without a second thought, you leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to his lips. It was a gentle, reassuring gesture, meant to soothe his concern. Sukuna’s lips responded after a brief moment, deepening the kiss, letting the contact ground him and momentarily ease his tension.

When you finally pulled back, Sukuna’s expression was softer, the lines of worry easing just a bit. He placed a hand on your cheek, his thumb brushing against your skin with a rare tenderness.

“Be careful,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’ll be watching over you too.”

You nodded, a reassuring smile on your lips. “I know.”

Sukuna gave a small, appreciative nod before turning to leave, his mind still alert. Uraume’s watchful presence would ensure your safety, and the connection between you two was a bond that couldn’t easily be broken.

As he stepped out, a renewed sense of vigilance accompanied him. You were his priority, your safety was above all else. As he moved through the woods, the felt your energy whirl around him, the connection easing the tension in his shoulders as he continued through the night.

One Week Later

The evening was warm, filled with the sound of birds chirping outside and the evening sun setting the perfect scene for the events that your family had planned. You were in the midst of preparing for the evening when Sukuna found you in your shared bedroom. You watched him as he admired your form, his energy swirling into admiration and lust.

“My family is having dinner tonight, all of our clan will be there”, you whispered as you pinned your hair up, a soft smile aimed towards him as you used the reflection from the glass to look at your appearance. 

Sukuna stepped closer, his presence radiating a mix of curiosity and subtle tension.

“I’ve been tracking down some unusual residual energy,” he murmured, his voice soft as he placed another kiss on your shoulder. “I've followed it to a village in the outskirts of the clan lands”.

He had been out late the past week tracking down the source of the residuals in your territory, leaving you with Uraume more often than not, and him staying out late as he tried to find the source. You knew his concern was keeping you safe. You had become a target since you married him, but even with the risks, you wouldn't change your position for anything in the world.

“Is there a special occasion?”, he came up behind you, his face burying into the crook of your neck, placing a gentle kiss on the smooth skin. You loved the way he kissed you, it was gentle and full of emotion. It gave you a sense of peace. 

“The celebration of our family name. There’s usually a whole week of celebration, tonight is just dinner”, you smiled up at him, turning your head and meeting his lips in a gentle kiss. “I shouldn’t be back later than midnight” 

He trusted your word, after all, he could sense your energy anywhere but a flicker of worry still lived inside of him. With everything happening in your territories, he felt on edge. 

“I’ll be in the west,” he admitted. He’d grown more comfortable sharing his plans of stealing energy from nearby villages. You had stopped caring, you stopped caring about everything except him and your freedom. Did that make you as immoral as him? Perhaps. Did that make you an accomplice? Maybe. Did you care? No. Not anymore. 

You molded into him, your body fitting perfectly against his even if he was a couple feet taller than you. After your first night together, he’d stopped hiding his true form from you. You admired his body regardless of the state it was in, four arms and all. 

“Take Uraume with you.”, he suggested, more so saying to take her but you shook your head. He needed her more than you did, especially to keep lookout if he got distracted with his visit.

“I think it’d be better if she went with you. I’ll be with my family. You have nothing to worry about, okay?”, you smiled at him, placing a hand on his face and stroking his cheek. Your hands were small on his face but you caressed the skin gently as he leaned into your touch.

"I want her to watch over you.", he forced.

"Kuna, my entire family is made up of sorcerers. I have my technique and so does my father.", you pressed, you wanted him safe too and Uraume was good at keeping him level during his raids.

You also knew you'd be okay, your entire family was made up of sorcerers, capable and strong in their own way. Your family wasn’t massive, but 50 of you would be present tonight, there wasn’t anything for him to worry about. 

After a moment of silence, he let out a small huff of air that he held in his lungs. “If anything feels even the slightest bit off, send for me.”, he breathed as he kissed your hand and you smiled at him. You looked breathtaking. Looked like the most regal thing he’d ever laid his eyes on. His trust in you was unwavering, your soul tie with him made it easy to sense your emotion regardless of what it was or how far he was. If anything went wrong or you were in danger, his body became hyper aware and he would feel it immediately. 

“I will, Ryo.”, you nuzzled him gently, his voice groaning gently as you ran a hand through his hair. “Be careful on your errands.”

His lip twitched at your use of words, pressing his face close to yours as he leaned down to kiss the curve of your neck. “Do you want me to take you?”

“I’ll be okay, Ryo.”, you laughed slightly. “Go on your run. I’ll be here when you get back.”

He hummed slightly, placing a final kiss on your lips, breathing you in as he moved into the other room and calling for Uraume, the both of them leaving as you prepared to head back to your family home. It’d been a few months since you’d last gone home, a part of you anxious on how your family would receive you. Would they welcome you with open arms or would they cast you away in shame? They’d gained their claim thanks to Sukuna, giving them more reputation and power due to their ties with him and thanks to your claim as heir and the reason war hadn’t broken out in the realm. 

You smiled at yourself as you arrived at your home across the territories, taking in a deep breath as your family maids greeted you, welcoming you into your familial home. 

Across the realm, Sukuna and Uraume moved through the woods, crossing the territory until they reached far out of the regular borders. Uraume walked closely behind Sukuna, waiting for him to find the village he had been looking for. It was a village miles from the regular clan territories, filled with a strong amount of energy, but none that could measure up to him. He just wanted to get in, deal with the sorcerers, and absorb the energy then go home to you. The entire journey all he thought of was you.

Your lips, your touch, your skin, your laugh, the way your eyes looked at him with a deep admiration. He’d never believed in a level of admiration like the one you had for him, he didn’t know why your heart called his name but he didn’t want to question whatever being sent you to him. You were all he needed in this realm, everything else was just an afterthought. The sooner tonight was finished, the sooner he could go home to you.

As the both of them approached the edge of the forest, the looked out to see an open field, the village just below them at the bottom of the incline. His eyes narrowed, watching the small pits of fire as they lit up the homes and the walkways. He could see the people moving through the homes, his energy veiled as he kept him and Uraume hidden. He could sense immense energy down below, an energy he couldn’t wait to absorb. Perhaps this energy might be what gave him the ultimate leverage to continue to gain his claim with ease. Not that it was difficult now, he just preferred leisure when he could regardless of how much he enjoyed prolonging the torture of his vicitms. 

“Let’s go.”

“Sukuna.”, Uraume spoke softly, careful to keep within turn. He paused, humming in response as she continued. “I feel uneasy.”

“Why?”, he muttered. 

“The energy in the atmosphere is different. It has been that way since we left the clan lands.”, she pointed out, Sukuna looking from her back down to the village. 

“It will be fine.”, he pressed. “I have confidence that this will be like any other raid.”

Uraume kept her words silent, watching as the King of Curses moved through the pathway, walking down to the village below. The both of them moved in silence, the energy shifting as his presence became aware to those in the village. He had lifted the veil slightly as to intimate the villagers below. Silence filled the air, the atmosphere filled with an eeriness, the fire manipulated until it huffed out and cast the village into darkness. The voices below had scattered, winding down into nothing as the quiet cascaded through the paths of the road. The intimidating energy sending chills down the spines of every person in proximity, slowly adding to the psychological torture of knowing their impending doom would soon come for them. 

The darkness flooded every sense into overdrive, Sukuna’s presence casting a spell of despair and horror over every person he could sense as he approached the village. He was close enough to make the atmosphere feel overwhelmed with his energy, applying pressure to the sorcerers to come out and meet him face to face. The oppressive pressure intensified. It was as though the very atmosphere had become a living entity, reacting to his presence with an almost sentient fear. 

The village had a strange eeriness to it, a stillness that prickled at Sukuna’s senses. His intuition told him there was something off about the entire situation, every life force within the village that he had sensed earlier just…. Disappeared. 

Uraume stood a few paces away, also sensing the strange shift in the air. Her eyes were sharp and alert, scanning around their surroundings with growing unease. There was something hidden in the depths of the town, something she couldn’t quite place. 

Sukuna’s eyes narrowed, his energy whirling in a controlled, explosive surge of cursed energy that rippled outward, an intentional motion to flush out any hidden beings. The ground trembles under the force, the wave of energy sweeping through the village. Sukuna examined the abandoned homes, the emptiness making his observant as he narrowed his eyes. 

It was then that he felt it–a subtle shift of energy behind him, a well hidden energy that quickly appeared out of the shadows, surging a powerful hit of cursed energy towards him as the air filled with thick tension. His reflexes allowed him to spin around, blocking the brutal ambush from the sorcerer who appeared from the shadows. They were cloaked in dark robes, wielding a deadly array of cursed weapons, their energy malevolent and potent, ready to kill. They moved quick, almost like a high-speed projectile as the cursed energy swirled into a deadly manifestation and aimed directly at Sukuna. 

His response was immediate, moving out of the way with speed as he avoided the attack. The sorcerer slammed to the ground, their energy radiating off of them in waves as they stood still, focused on the monster in front of them. The energy created a violent explosion that sent pieces of the village ground flying in all directions. It just showed the level of power this sorcerer had. 

From the periphery, Sukuna watched as more sorcerers emerged, their faces hidden behind masks as they circled around him in precision and patience. They had mastered hiding their energy long enough that Sukuna couldn’t sense their presence even so close in proximity to the village. All at once, like they had prepared for this very moment, their combined cursed energy manifested into a formidable assault. Cursed spirits, grotesque and ominous, surged forward, their twisted forms manifested with the intent to kill the King of Curses.

Sukuna’s eyes narrowed, flickering to the main sorcerer who had attacked him first. They were already summoning another attack, a vortex of palpable energy that was meant to injure him to some extent. With an overwhelming surge, Sukuna unleashed a counterstrike, a power wave of cursed energy that collided with the sorcerer’s vortex, shattering it into fragments of nothing. The force sent the sorcerer flying back before Sukuna turned and exorcized the other cursed spirits and evaporated them into nothing. 

This energy felt… familiar.

The village has become a battlefield, Sukuna looking around for Uraume only to find her also under the ambush of six other sorcerers while twelve dealt with him. His jaw tightened. These damned sorcerers were relentless in their attacks. Using their curses to create more energy, alla attempting to make a hit at him. Each time he destroyed their energy, another persisted. The leader began to build another surge of energy, sending a direct hit at Sukuna, forcing him to move out of the way, forcing him to another spot where a sorcerer with a cursed weapon managed to slice his arm open.

A hiss escaped his mouth. There was something off about these sorcerers. They weren’t just attacking him; they were trying to contain him to one place, force him into a corner where they could have the best chance to make a direct hit at him. His cursed energy surged in a torrent of raw power, obliterating another shot of cursed energy with a deafening explosion. He growled in frustration, his eyes focused on getting a hold of the leader of these low life sorcerers. 

Sukuna continued to manifest his energy, a strange tug in his gut persistent as he released his energy and sent it towards the sorcerers. The village’s silence was no longer just eerie; it was a telltale sign of something more ominous. The sorcerers’ coordinated efforts and the relentless attacks were part of something bigger than what was in front of him. 

Sukuna’s focus remained sharp, pushing through the sorcerer’s defenses and pushing them back as they tried to collectively attack him once again. Tired of the back and forth, he released a cataclysmic wave of cursed energy that shattered all existing energy from the sorcerers around him, sending the sorcerers flying as they slammed into the ground. The destructive wave swept through the village leaving devastation in its wake. 

He watched the bodies of the group unconscious on the ground, some of the sorcerers still trying to move as he sliced his hand through the air, causing their heads to roll off of their bodies as he decapitated them. He saved the leader for last, walking towards him in an overwhelming surge of power, his dominance filling the air and flooding through the leader’s veins in cruel certainty. He would die. 

As Sukuna approached him, he heard a laugh escape from the leader, a grim smile spread across his features as he tried looking up at the King of Curses from his position on the ground. The leader’s laugh filled the silent air as Sukuna stared at him in a bored expression. Just then Sukuna had realized that the leader’s energy had the same residuals as the energy he’d found miles outside his home. It annoyed him to no end that some lowlife thought themselves cocky enough to try and intrude on his home. 

“You’re about to die and yet, you laugh.”, he muttered into the silent air. 

“You think… you think you’ve won, don’t you?”, the leader’s voice was shaky, his grin still wide on his face as Sukuna narrowed his eyes. “King of Curses”

Sukuna’s eyes flared with irritation as he remained focused on the leader, his senses bristling with frustration. “You bore me.”, Sukuna raised his hand to end the leader’s life, halting as his voice rang out again. 

“You see..” the leader’s smile widened, a sinister gleam in his weak eyes. “You fell for it… we knew you’d come here, we set this whole thing up to keep you occupied long enough..”

His eyes narrowed and his jaw tightened. 

“We knew we couldn’t kill you.”, the leader breathed, “We only needed you distracted long enough to ensure our true objective could be fulfilled.”

Sukuna’s annoyance and rage intensifies, his cursed energy radiating in immense waves. 

“Sukuna”, he heard Uraume speak but ignored her. 

“Speak dog.”, he ordered the leader. “I’ll make your death faster.”

“You’re naive”, the leader smirked. “This entire thing… it was all to misdirect your attention.”

“Sukuna!”, Uraume raised her voice, Sukuna still ignoring her. 

“It’s too late.”, Sukuna had had enough of his cryptic tone, slicing his hand through the air as the leader's head exploded into a pool of brain matter and carnage.

“Insolent pigs.”, he muttered. 

“Sukuna!”, Uraume forced again. Finally, he met her gaze. “What?”, he spit out, his annoyance lacing his tone. 

“Sukuna.”, she breathed. “Y/n’s energy is gone.”

Immediately, his attention snapped to focus. His chest tightened as he felt the sinking realizing sink into his bones, a cold dread gripping at him as he replayed the leader’s words. 

This entire thing… it was all to misdirect your attention.

Without a second thought, Sukuna used the energy he could to bolt himself through the woods, leaving Uraume behind as he ran the miles across the territories to make it to your Family’s home. The air in his lungs burned, the dread sinking into the pit of his stomach, the words replaying over in his head. How could he be careless, how did he release the tie to your energy so easily? Did they truly mean to distract him… to get to you?

His energy coursed through his being as his speed picked up, his legs forcing him to run faster, covering as much ground as possible. He was close, just on the other side of the woods, he’d reach your home soon. 

The outskirts leading to your home were engulfed in billowing black smoke, thick like the clouds and black like the night, only the light from the red flames that engulfed your home illuminated the night as the ground became scorched from the heat. He barely registered the destruction of L/n House before charging into the source of the fire, his body in overdrive as he pushed through the fire and smoke. 

The inferno roared with relentless fury, consuming every part of the structure. Wood crackled and collapsed under the heat, creating a terrifying symphony of destruction. Sukuna wasted no time running into the home, pulling the beams of fire out in order to search for your body. The heat was blistering, and the smoke stung his eyes, but continued his search. His cursed technique flared to life as he attempted to control the spreading flames, his energy twisting through the air in a desperate attempt to contain the fire. Despite his best efforts, the blaze had already claimed every inch of the house, leaving no ground untouched.

The sight of h/c hair caught his eye, throwing pillars across the room, lifting the beams off your body. He lifted your body from the rubble, limp in his arms as your flesh burned from the scorching flames. He pulled you out, laying you down on the ground as he felt the cold touch of your skin on his, the only warmth due to the fire. The sight of your lifeless body was a crushing blow. Desperation took hold of him as he tried to use his cursed energy to stabilize you, his attempts failing. He might’ve been the strongest being to exist in this realm, but he was not healer. He didn’t possess the energy that could help bring you to life. He lifted your body as it lay limp, all source of life having been completely evaporated from you. 

As he knelt beside you, the horrific realization sank into his bones. Your body had been stripped of your cursed energy, your body completely void of any ounce of life. 

The shock sank into his bones, the crashing realization of your lifeless body in his arms sent a jolt of grief through his core. The gravity of your lifeless body in his arms, the absence of your energy, of your presence, overwhelming him. A seething rage, raw and unrestrained, surged through him.

He brought your face into the crook of his neck, gently holding your frame as he breathed in the smell of flesh from your burned body as it was the only thing he could sense that was you. The touch was tender yet haunting, it was the last connection he had left of you. You weren’t completely burned, only a few spots of your body suffered heavy damage, not like your family who were nothing but charred corpses.

Sukuna’s grip tightened as he let the waves of grief radiate off of his body, his cursed energy flaring to life, sending bolts of energy through the realm. 

Almost instantly, through all his unrestrained emotion, he used his cursed energy to pick up the energy around him, soaking in every ounce of tortured emotion he could absorb. He held your body close to his, the only solace he had as he allowed the lingering presence of your essence to flood his being. He let the remnants of your soul show him a fragmented, haunting vision of your last moments, a tapestry of pain and despair interwoven with fleeting glimpses of comfort and warmth.

The energy he absorbed was a mix of raw, turbulent emotions—rage, sorrow, and a hint of peace. Each wave of energy, revealing the intensity of the connection you shared and the impact of your departure on his existence. His grip on your body tightened as if holding onto the very essence of who you were could somehow tether him to the lost fragments of your soul.

As the cursed energy enveloped him, he felt your presence more acutely than ever before. It was as if your soul was whispering secrets through the energy, offering him a glimpse into the unspoken truths and unfulfilled promises that had lingered between you. This communion, though bittersweet and painful, became a source of both anguish and comfort, helping him find a semblance of clarity amid the chaos of his emotions.

What was the sound?

Why did your head feel hazy? 

“This is a private dinner, please leave.”, you heard one of the maids by the front door say softly before you felt a sharp jolt of pain in your side. Why did you feel so uneasy? 

“Sir, please.”, the maid insisted, her voice growing frantic. You noticed that no one else had taken note of her fear, unsure of why. “Sir. Sir please, wait. No! Stop! STOP!”

The sound of a harsh thud made you snap towards the door. Your energy levels spiking but your head still feeling hazy. You looked down at the cup in front of you, your heart sinking as you looked up at your family, their movements becoming more sluggish. 

The movement you caught in the corner of your eye made you turn towards the entrance that led into the dining room. Tall, muscular men dressed in dark clothing entered the room, their cursed energy swirling as you stared at them in the best focus your mind could allow. They wore masks, covering their face with wooden carved masks that looked like the face of wolves. There were black markings that looked similar to those related to underground thieves that lingered in the far outskirts of the clan lands. 

You watched as one of the kids ran, trying to catch another one of the children as a string hand grabbed the neck of his neck, a loud help sounding out. Still, everyone in the room seemed to not notice, you tried moving your body but you felt locked in place, like your body had entered a type of rigamortis. The sound of a neck snapping and the child’s body being thrown onto the table sounded out, everyone finally snapping and letting the silent haunt the atmosphere. 

One of your aunts let out a shrill of horror, a scream that didn’t even reach its full potential due to the slurring of her cries. Why was everyone slurring, why was everything blurring, why was every movement slowed to a fraction of normal time? And why were these people here? 

You watched as six more men entered, each one wearing their own carved mask as the walked over to your family, kicking them down as the sounds of their please sounded out. 

“What is the meaning of this?!”, you heard your father stand, his body slowly down as he couldn’t find his footing. “Leave our home, now!”, he boomed, his voice holding less power than it normally would. 

His cursed energy was faltering. It wasn’t at the level it would normally be at, it was nowhere near what the L/n name was known for. 

The men walked to your father, meeting his gaze behind the haunting wooden mask. His head tilted sideways slowly, watching him with quiet, dead eyes. It was haunting, the silence and the sound of your aunt's cries at the sight of one of your family’s children lying limp on the table with his neck twisted in a crooked, macabre way. 

You couldn’t move, your chest feeling heavy. You watched as the men grabbed your family members, binding their hands with rope as they dragged them into the center of the room, another man grabbing the bottom of the table and flipping it over. All of the contents spill all over the priceless carpet and beautiful wood of your home. 

You watched as the man continued to hold your father’s gaze, his hand moving to his leg and unsheathing a dagger. Your eyes widened, your mouth opening to warn him before you felt a hand dig into your hair and pull you back, your eyes looking at another one of the men as his face was right next to yours. His silence gave you chills, his head shaking slowly and a finger raising to the snout of the mask in a “shh” motion. 

You looked at him through the side of your eye, the fear slowly showing through. Who are these people?! 

You watched as they grabbed your mother, her cries blurred as they kicked her in the side. You could feel the pain that coursed through her, they kicked her with brute force. Her energy was weak but still spiked in the shock. Your father was also thrown to the ground. His energy wavering finally. 

“The center”, the main man motioned. “Keep those three over there”

You watched as the rest of the children were placed in the back, your aunts and uncles in the center, and you and your parents at the front of the room facing your family. 

Two of the men circled back towards the small children, your family turning and trying to protest hurting them. They were the future of the L/n name. If they disappeared, so did your family. It seemed like the men knew that all too well as they walked over, manifesting their cursed energy and snapping their necks as the walked up to each child. The cries filled the room, your head dropping to keep from looking at the potential life as honorable sorcerers be cut short. 

The feeling of hands tangling into your hair and forcing your head up made you feel ill. The man next to you looked at you deeply. Pointing ahead. 

“Watch”, was all he said in a deep, distorted voice. At Least he sounded distorted due to your body’s senses being weakened. 

Your mother also cried, clenching her eyes shut, but one of the men forced her eyes open, digging his fingers into the skin around her eyes and peeling them apart as she struggled weakly against them. Her thrashes were slow and weak but she insisted on fighting whatever was making her inebriated. 

You wanted to throw up. Why were they doing this? 

Sukuna… 

You wanted to send a signal, wanted to reach him but he was on the complete opposite side of the woods, outside the clan’s territories. There was no way he’d be able to sense you from so far away, especially not when your energy was weak, depleted. 

“L/n”, the leader called in a deep timbre, “Let’s see how long it takes for your cunt of a wife to bleed out” 

You watched as they shoved your mother to the ground, holding her in place as her tears soaked the wood of the floor, your eyes wide and they forced you to watch by holding your head up and a dagger to your throat. 

“If you look away or close your eyes, you’ll die”, the man grabbing you whispered. 

Two other men walked up to your mother, your father yelling at them to stop. One of them pulled out a serrated knife, your gut churning as your eyes stung from the pressure and burning of the shock. No… 

You felt her screams before truly letting them sink into your bones. Her skin ripped open as the men sawed the knife back and forth from the back of her neck. The blood spilling and staining the ground as her body thrashed against their hold. Your body shook from the shock, your chest feeling like you were having a heart attack, the pain you were watching her go through ripped through you. The men only continued to slowly saw at her head, her words distorted and gargled as she choked on her blood. Her hair went from the light brown to a dark, deep maroon, soaking her kimono and drenching the fine carpets into matted fabric. Her body shook, the screams of agony dying out as her body twitched, the knife finally cutting through the bone of her spinal cord and her head falling limp on the ground. They lifted her body and her head laid like a piece of loose skin, barely hanging on by a thread and showing the bone of her spine. 

You watched as your father threw up, his body shaking at the sight of his decapitated wife. You felt yourself go numb, your mind went blank, your heart pounding like it wanted to break out of your chest and let you end the torture they were showcasing. 

You watched as they beat your aunts and uncles with switches, the rips in their skin spilling open as the blood painted their skin a deep vermillion, the agony in their slurred words made it worse. They couldn’t even beg for them to stop without sounding drugged. It made the whole thing worse. It made you feel sick at the torture they’d ensued on your family. The L/n clan was being targeted and you couldn’t even think straight enough to protect them. 

You were the heir, the inheritor of the Eye of Aurora, and you couldn’t even protect your family. How pathetic was that? 

An eternity passed, your energy faltering as you stared blankly at the bodies of your family laying in a pile of torn flesh, crimson blood, and left with no ounce of cursed energy. These men weren’t here to steal energy, you could sense it in the wicked way their souls maneuvered through the room. They were looking to kill every last one of you. 

“Y-you baa-stards”, your father slurred next to you. You tried using your energy to put a protective shield around him. Regardless of how poorly he treated you, you couldn’t take anymore of this torment. You tried using your energy to Ryomen, but the veil cast over your home prevented your energy from leaving. They had planned this attack. That much was obvious. 

“I-I wi-ll ki-kill yo-uu”, he was getting weak. You needed to preserve your energy as best as you could if you wanted to live. It was him or you. 

I’m sorry. 

You let your shield fall, having it envelop your own body as you watched as the men pushed your father to the ground. Your eyes weak, your body twitching from the adrenaline but slow because of the drug. How did they manage to drug your entire family from the inside and not even leave grace of doing so? When did they have the time? You were hyper aware of everything, the clarity in your vision due to your technique showing you just how dangerous the situation you were in was. 

The leader walked towards you, gripping your face in his hand as he pulled out the serrated dagger he used to decapitate your mother. He ran the blade over your cheek, a cut stinging as you felt the small trickle of blood run down your skin. 

“Watch”, he murmured. “Or I’ll kill you too.”

He was going to kill you anyway. You could sense it in his energy and his tone. You truly were trapped no matter what you did, not like you could do anything anyway. Your body was inebriated, everything moving in slow motion and overwhelming you. 

Two of the men held your father down, one pinning his arms and the other his legs as the leader walked over, the wolf mask adding more of a taunting aura. He pulled the knife close to your father’s neck, tracing a line that ripped through the robe, causing your father to shake in fear. You watched numbly, your eyes burning from the tears. 

No…

You flinched as the leader slammed the dagger into your fathers chest, a cough of blood spilling from your fathers mouth as he grunted in pain. The leader tilted his head slowly, using his other hand to cover his hand in blood and wipe it over his wooden mask. Slowly, he carved the knife down your fathers chest and into his abdomen, cutting him open and sticking his hand inside his stomach, pulling his intestines out and pulling back the skin to show his insides. 

You couldn’t contain the scream of horror that escaped your mouth, your eyes drenched from the tears as you struggled against the man holding you back. Your voice turned raw, your throat burning from the choked sobs and the screams of horror. 

Why? 

Why?!

“Why are you doing this?”, your voice slurred. “Why?”

The leader moved towards you, leaving your father with his guts spilled out of his body as he heaved in pain, his eyes filled with a shock and horror you’ve never seen before. God, what kind of karma was this? 

The leader lifted his hand, bringing his blade down but your body manifested enough cursed energy to block his blow, making him tilt his head in humor. He tried again and your body, although weak, held enough cursed energy to block his blows. 

The one holding you stood, trying to aim a hit at the back of your head, your shield keeping the blow from landing. They were trying to beat you to death. You couldn’t. You couldn’t let them. If you held them off long enough, Ryomen would come, he’d kill them and save you. He’d take you so far from this realm that no one would know where you went. You’d cease to exist as Y/n L/n and continue life unknown to another realm. You’d be safe from the torment you were living through. Both you and Ryomen. 

Please, Ryo. 

Where are you? 

You felt another blow hit, your body flinching. Their hits repeated, not letting up. You were vulnerable, weak, exposed. If you used the fear, you’d never run out of cursed energy. You could keep your shield up for as long as you needed. The only thing leaving you unsure was how long until you passed out? How long until the drug took its full effect? 

There was a split second where you believed this would be it for you, your body fighting in the best way that it could given the circumstance. Ryomen would have these men decapitated, gutted, tortured, flayed alive for having ever considered hurting you and yet… 

Your throat was raw, your sobs muffled as you focused on the hits the men were delivering to you repeatedly. You felt weak. How long had it been? How long had they been in your home? How long did they take to snap the necks of the children, to torture your aunts and uncles? How long did it take for your mother to die or your father to stop feeling pain?

How long before you died?

“Bride of Sukuna”

Tears flooded down your cheeks as you stared up at them, the bodies of all your family laying lifeless around you. Your mother limp with her head mere feet from her body, your father completely gutted as his insides lay in a pile next to him, the rest of the L/n clan laying in vats of their own flesh and blood. every tile was covered in the red fluid, staining the pristine floor a crimson maroon. 

“Please, let me go.”, your energy was weak. “Please”

“The Devil’s whore begging for mercy? I wonder what else I can get you to beg for.”, his wicked smile spread across his face, leaving you feeling cold inside. 

“Aren’t you tired yet? We’ve been at this for hours''. They were forcing you to use your technique. Using cursed objects against you, the only way to stop them from slicing your body was to completely manipulate and discard the cursed weapons they tried to use on you. They’d been at it for what felt like hours. 

Hours you believed would be peaceful. 

Hours you believed would be full of celebration and love. 

Hours you spent being drugged, beaten, tortured, and traumatized as you watched the men saw your mothers head off and pin your father to the ground as they cut him open alive, watching your aunts and uncles be tortured and killed, the children having their necks snapped. It was a massacre. Your entire family, every last one part of the L/n bloodline, lay lifeless in pools of blood and carnage. You were the final remaining member. 

Your body was still inebriated from the drug you took to incapacitate you, likely mixed in with the food and water to get inside everyone in your family. Your body was weak, wounded, and you were drained of energy. You didn’t have it in you to continue anymore. 

“Let’s eat that spirit of yours. We hear she’s worth a hefty price”, one of them moved towards you, a prominent tattoo in his hand as he wrapped a hand around your neck, the energy coursing through him reaching high levels of mastery. It overwhelmed you. Everything overwhelmed you at the moment. “I can see why that nasty son of a bitch chose you, you’re a pretty face to look at. I’m sure you were a better fuck than those concubines he kept around.”

“Look at me”, his hand clenched your face. “I want to see the life drain out of your eyes”, you felt a piercing hole in your heart, the agony ripping through you as you felt your soul be completely ripped out of your body. You never felt this type of pain before, it felt like a million daggers ripping through your flesh, the ripping of skin elongated as you choked on your screams. You couldn’t scream, couldn’t release the emotion while you felt the burning sensation of your technique being ripped away from you. Your eyes were forced to look into your killer's eyes, his eyes full of sadistic entertainment. He was enjoying watching the life drain from your eyes. More so, he was enjoying watching the life drain from Sukuna’s wife’s eyes, knowing he’d be the one who destroyed his chance at a lineage. 

The only thing you could think of was him at that moment. Your heart called his name, your soul yearning for a final look, a final touch. You begged whatever higher being to bring him to you and save you from this torment. You felt it in the marrow of your bones that you would die here tonight, and still you believed he would show up and save you like he’d always done in the past. The quick flash of memories burned into your brain showed themselves then, every training, every secret meeting, every gentle touch and stolen kiss, every night in his bed, every moment in his arms while he breathed in your scent, every intimate night burned into your existence. You loved him in every way that existed, in every way you knew how, with every part of your being. As your life drained completely, you begged for one more touch, one more sacred moment with him in the intimacy of your bedroom, one more glance into your future with him before your soul would be expelled from this life forever.

Your field of dreams engulfed in fire and burned into ash, the arson’s match burning your future into nothing.

Ryo…

Your once e/c eyes had faded into black hues of emptiness. 

“I’m finished. What a shame such a pretty face is being wasted on an ugly bastard like him”, the man muttered before throwing your body to the ground, your head against the ground as the red blood stained the beautiful white gown you wore, staining it and leaving it marked in warning. 

“Let’s go. We’re done here.” 

The ground trembled, the earth cracking and splitting as his anger and despair erupted. There were waves of excruciatingly powerful energy rippling off of him. The echoes of his rage-filled screams cut through the silence, a haunting sound that reverberated through the night. He consumed the energy around him, letting the cruel reality of your fate burn into his consciousness, the final thoughts of his beloved engraved into his brain like a tattoo on flesh. 

He felt his body grow heavy from what he could only place as despair, denial, and grief. 

Of all the cursed energies that existed, the demons that tried to overcome him, the possession of power, nothing left him weak like your corpse in his arms. No curse, no rival, no force in the world ever got close to bringing him to his knees like this. You, a kind hearted and gifted sorcerer, brought the King of Curses to his knees, leaving him absolutely powerless. Your lifelessness shattered the illusion of invincibility he believed he had, there was one way to destroy him and it was you. 

Your body was limp, your head rolling against his chest as he tried to get you up right. Two of his arms held you as the other lifted your head, the hollow of your irises losing him in an immense amount of grief. A part of him wanted to believe that if he held you carefully enough, he could somehow resurrect the essence that had been torn away. They’d sucked the life right out of you, ripped your soul apart all because you were his bride. His forehead rested against yours, asking for forgiveness for having cursed you. 

He held your body in his arms, holding you close to his chest as his face buried into the curve of your neck, breathing you in. His hands trembled as they held you, his energy radiating off of him in waves of despair and denial. Your delicate body, tainted by those who sought to kill him, damned by the evil in this realm. You were everything he believed and everything he breathed, your soul meant for him in every way he couldn’t understand and here your body lay in lifelessness while he remained alive. What beings damned him in such a way where his wickedness managed to live and your purity was exorcized from the world. 

Was this his punishment? 

Was this his hell for having cursed the realm? 

He knew you would be angry with him for thinking such things. If you could see him you’d probably kiss him, tell him it wasn’t his fault. his hand lashed back your hair, taking in the beautiful way you dressed for your family dinner. He memorized every piece of your body. your face, not looking into your eyes since he knew they’d haunt him for the rest of his life. 

He let immense waves of cursed energy radiate off his body, causing a ripple effect of everything getting caught on fire or exploding. He felt his body surge with insurmountable grief, his screams echoing through the woods as the ground vibrated from his despair. The sound left a haunting cast over the air, his howls of agony heard from every inch of the realm. 

Losing you was his greatest weakness, the wound that would never heal, an emptiness making his energy spiral into bigger waves of grief. His body lifted yours, his mind blank and emotionless as he let the waves of anger and denial purge the life around him. His energy made the flames that burned your home bigger, the smoke billowing into dark black clouds that tainted the air causing the surrounding wildlife to flee from the natural disaster he’d created. 

The black char that created a ring burned into the ground around your family’s territory was embedded so deep into the ground that the soil began to rot and the energy was far from being salvaged. He’d embedded his energy so far deep into the roots of the ground that even the sorcerers a millennium from now would be able to recognize the patterns scorched into the soil. 

There was nothing that tainted his soul quite as much as letting you go to your family home alone. The regret burned his flesh like a pain he couldn’t extinguish, a wound carved so far deep inside of him he’d never heal from it. His heart felt like it stopped pumping blood through his veins, the hollow of his body making him a shell filled with remorse, grief, and agony. 

The humanity in him had snapped. Just like you were stolen from him, that final shred had died with you, leaving him an empty shell of a man. What else did he have to lose? He’d spend the years wandering through the realm building his empire to do right by you. 

He’d do anything you asked of him. 

Even in death. 

Even if it meant starting with those who wronged you first. 

The smoke signals were sent as warning to the other three families, rallying them to scout the L/n territory. The radiating waves of energy had been sent so far into the territories, that all three families had gathered their men, sending a group to scout out and another group ready for any attack that might happen. The Zen’in clan was the first to arrive, looking over to see the billowing black smoke consume the night sky with its pitch darkness. 

Upon arrival to the cliff overlooking the land, every scout stood in wide eyed horror at the scene in front of them. Every inch of territory under the L/n name was scorched, leaving nothing but a massive black charred imprint in the ground. Miles and miles of forest and homes burnt to a crisp, leaving nothing behind but remnants of history burnt into the ground. The house was destroyed, the flames burning as the black char was embedded so far into the soil that not even years of caring after it would revive it to its original state. The air was thick with the acrid smell of smoke and burning wood, the intensity of the flames ravaging the land around them. The sky had gotten darker, adding to the haunting scene in front of them. Proof that L/n House had been burned into nothing.

The murmurs between the men had started to raise up during the onslaught of shock, all of them walking down to the scene to find charred bodies, skulls with burnt flesh, the air filling with the smell of burning bodies, leaving one who stood amongst them with a solid resolve. Zetsubou Zen’in turned towards the men, the Kamo and Gojo men finally arriving at the scene as they took in the scene below. He raised his voice through the night, his firm tone solidifying his words. 

“You see what happens to great names when they trust the words of a bastard? The words of a monster!”, he raised his voice. “There is no doubt Ryomen Sukuna burned the L/n to hell. Look at the damnation they brought on themselves!”

The men listened to the Zen’in heir, his words filled with hatred and dripping with venom. “Men, go back to your clans, tell them we need to exterminate him, we need men to bring Sukuna to an indefinite end.”

The men whispered amongst each other, still showing a level of uncertainty in Zetsubou’s words. The Zen’in heir needed to have the two families on his side, needed reason to go after and kill the King of Curses. Zetsubou spotted a seal on the ground, it was one with your family crest upon it. 

“What more proof do we need, men? Look at his work, he’s eradicated them!”, he forced, holding the seal towards them. “The L/n’s knew this would be their end, yet they chose hell. He killed them all, killed Y/n!”

The tension filled the air as Zetsubou said his final words. “Stand as men of power. Do not let Y/n’s death be in vain.”

The evidence was in front of them, the burning flesh, the charred forest floor, the collapsed home of one of the greatest families in the realm, there was no denying the blatant truth. Ryomen Sukuna had killed the L/n family, burning their home to a crisp and leaving nothing but burned bodies and broken debris. The Princess of Peace was torn apart and burned to nothing by the King of Curses. The men of the families murmured in agreement, solidifying their decision in taking the warning back to their individual leaders. 

In the coming hours, the leaders of the Zen’in, Gojo, and Kamo clans had called an immediate emergency council meeting, taking into account the evidence before them and trying to grasp the gravity of what had transpired. What had driven the King of Curses to kill his bride’s entire family and her in the process? What was the meaning behind such a catastrophic and gruesome display of power?

The Three Families agreed to come together in power, combining forces to set after the King of Curses and exorcize him from the realm for good. Their search for him spanned over weeks, his disappearance leaving a haunting overcast on the realm and the families as their sorcerers would set out after him, but many of them would never return back home. 

The eradication of the L/n clan led to the inevitable silence of the jujutsu world, the cloak of darkness absorbing every land in sight for centuries to come. The world felt cold, empty, and ominous. Every sorcerer felt the grief and rage burning through the ground at the ripple of sukuna’s overwhelming emotion. 

Due to his domain, he closed off the territory completely, creating a shield that would leave the remnants of the land completely closed off and cursed to anyone who wasn’t part of the L/n bloodline. It left a black border outlining the entirety of the L/n territory. The remaining three families had no choice but to erase the L/n name entirely from records, only leaving the fragmented whispers of their clan before ending it with the wrath of the King of Curses. 

The aftermath of the Burning of Aurora led to what would be considered the Dark Age of the Heian era. The once-vibrant land of the L/n clan, now a wasteland, became a haunting reminder of the King of Curses' boundless grief and rage. The relentless, all-consuming flames had not only eradicated the physical existence of the clan but also left an emotional scar that reverberated through the ages. Sukuna had gone rampant, destroying every village he encountered and completely destroying them as a way to seek revenge on those who’d killed his beloved. He tore through the lives of sorcerers across the realm with no hesitation or remorse in the cruelty he showed. He killed countless people, both sorcerers and regular people, innocent and guilty in every aspect. No amount of bloodshed would make up for the death of his beloved, nothing would be sufficient enough to heal that wound. His howls of pain echoed so far through the realm they had embedded themselves into the memory of every sorcerer, leaving a haunting sensation, knowing they would be next once he arrived at their homes. 

In the midst of his rampage, the Zen’in family had taken a direct hit to their lineage, the rightful heir being forced under the hand of the King of Curses. There was a cruel reality that was erased by the Zen’in when records of the Dark Age were scribed into the scrolls to be passed down, the reason behind Zetsubou Zen’in’s death. Sukuna had encountered the heir in a fight during one of his raids, having killed all of his men, leaving only Zetsubou standing. There was an undeniable energy that swirled between the two sorcerers, the man who tried to marry his bride standing before him in cocky confidence, his anger whirling inside of his as he continued to attack the bastard. 

Zetsubou knew he had the power to manifest the Zen’in clan’s Mahoraga with his Ten Shadows technique, but his call for the powerful spirit would never happen as Sukuna sliced his arm off his body. Zetsubou had his anger, his hatred dripping from his words as he taunted the King of Curses, damning him to hell as Sukuna stared at him with bored, soulless eyes. 

Sukuna allowed the bastard to speak, the cruel reality causing Sukuna to burn with an anger that would destroy the entirety of the realm. As Zetsubou lay bleeding out, accepting his death, his final words reached the ears of the very monster that would end his life. 

He had outsourced and hired those sorcerers to distract him, he had called the hit on L/n House, claiming it to be his way to exact his revenge for having everything stolen from him. If he couldn’t have you, the ugly bastard Sukuna wouldn’t have you either. The eradication of the L/n Clan, the blood spilled, it all painted the hands of Zetsubou Zen’in. 

This was the hidden secret of the Zen’in clan, the final undeniable truth dying when Sukuna elongated Zetsubou’s death, torturing him in his last moments as he flayed him alive, ripping his skin apart before forcing his energy to crush in his skull. There were no records of the truth, not even those within the Zen’in were aware of the cruel heir’s ploy to eradicate the L/n clan. Zetsubou had been able to place the blame on Sukuna, casting him as the stain on the realm that erased an entire family from the world of Jujutsu sorcery. The realm believed his lies due to their fear of the merciless King of Curses. 

The darkness spread throughout the realm after the revelation that had been revealed to him, casting every human being and sorcerer into darkness and leaving a stain on the jujutsu world forever. 

They say the effects of his rampage caused the death of 10% of the known jujutsu sorcerers at the time, leaving an imprint on jujutsu history as the world knows it, almost tipping the balance of power within the realm. This period was marked with an overwhelming, inhuman level of chaos, the jujutsu realm struggling to grasp the effects of Sukuna’s wrath. This gained him more power, more strength, and ended with him having no morality as his only reason for human emotion disappeared along with his bride. 

Even now the land remains cursed, encased in an impenetrable barrier of cursed energy.  leaving hope for a future holder to come through and claim the land so long as they held L/n blood. It left Sukuna a sliver of chance that one day his beloved could return, reincarnated if he searched for her soul long enough. The thought of her second bringing was a bittersweet solace, a potential chance to reunite with her soul, even if it was through the rebirth of another. 

Even if it was a millennium from now. 

In the midst of his unyielding rage, he found a moment of tenderness to spare. Sukuna buried her in the open field where they used to train together, saving what he could of her family’s ancestral crest and heirlooms ensuring her spirit could cross into the next life in peace. 

This was his last act of humanity before his soul turned completely black and disappeared from the realm. 

His last act was one of love towards his late bride, that fragment of his soul forever lost and never seen again. 

Epilogue || Present Day

“Yuji, what are you doing? Why are you crying?”

“Huh?”, Yuji snapped out of his trance, lifting a trembling hand up to his cheeks to feel the small line where the tears had fallen. “What was that?” he whispered to himself, looking out to the empty space in the woods, a black imprint in the ground that spanned for miles.The sight before him—a massive, burned imprint left by the unrelenting force of destruction—overwhelmed him. 

Sukuna did this…

“Are you okay?” Yuji felt his heart skip a beat at the sudden realization that crashed over him, suddenly becoming aware of why his body, or rather Sukuna, brought him here. Suddenly, he felt a pang of agony in his chest, an overwhelming rush of emotion as he choked on his words. The intense grief and anguish he was experiencing were not solely his own; they were a flood of emotions tied to Sukuna’s past.

Yuji stared at you in shock and at a loss for words, your bright eyes meeting him in a worried stare. Your eyes reflected the same warmth and kindness that had been present in the memories Sukuna had shown him. 

“Y/n Sensei…”, your head cocked at his sentence, wondering why his eyes were red and his cheeks were tear stained. Another flood of emotion overcame him, the thoughts of another flooding his mind as he tried to come to terms with what Sukuna showcased to him. The way he treated her… treated you. Had everything he’d been told… been a lie?

“What’s wrong Yuji?”, your voice was soft, gentle, it sounded exactly like the one in Sukuna’s memories, it was so…. familiar, it almost made Yuji’s heart ache. Your eyes looking at him the same way they had at Sukuna all those centuries ago. They held the same softness and curiosity, an empathy that could make anyone feel safe with you. The way you looked at him mirrored the way Sukuna had looked at you throughout his years in his past life: full of love and longing. 

“I .... “ he hesitated, trying to wrap his mind around the emotion whirling inside of him that didn’t belong to him. “Nothing. I was just lost in thought.”

“Well c'mon! We have to get back to Satoru before he leaves us stranded here”, you said, a bright smile on your face. You turned and walked away towards the main road, his eyes following your form as you smiled up at a small butterfly that flew close to your face. 

Yuji watched you with a mix of awe and a deep understanding. In that moment, he felt a profound sense of revival, content, and an overwhelming pull towards you. Almost like Sukuna was forcing him to reach you. 

Go Yuji Itadori. a deep voice echoed in his head. Take me to her.

A/N:

Ahhhh!! Here is the final part of Love of My Life!!

This has probably been one of my absolute favorite fanfics to write and it was nice being able to experiment with my writing a bit more with darker themes! I truly do hope you all enjoyed this and I appreciate all the love and support you guys have given this mini series.

I highly suggest listening to House in Nebraska, Ptolemaea, and Strangers by Ethel Cain, I feel like those three songs gave me so much inspiration in writing this final chapter because I feel like they set the scene so well.

This story does have a bit of an open ending, I am not saying I'll create a spin-off, but I will consider one-shots that are inspired by this series!

I do also have a Jason Todd x Reader fanfiction called Playing With Fire, so if you like DC and Jason Todd I would highly recommend!

Anyway, once again, thank you guys so much for the love and support and please leave all your comments below!

[03junkie]

prompt: dive || I would recommend listening to ‘Malibu’ by the Driver Era || @rosekillermicrofic || word count: 542

There was something about the open sea that put Barty at ease. He’d always felt at home in the water, and the ocean made him feel like he was the king of the world. There were small waves crashing against the yacht, the sound setting and breaking a pattern. He had a vodka-cranberry in one hand, while the other rested against Evan’s chest.

They’d taken James’ yacht out for a spin that day. The day was perfect; the sun hung low in the sky, warming Barty’s cheeks as he leaned against the railing. Evan looked up at him.

‘What?’ He brought the glass to Evan’s lips, who drank, and then grimaced.

‘We should get in the water,’ Evan took another sip.

‘Dive into cold water where we don’t know what’s under the surface?’

‘Well, if you say it like that.’ Evan’s face fell, and he dropped the sunglasses resting atop his head onto his nose.

Barty put down his glass onto the wooden deck. He stood up, leaving behind a mildly confused and highly offended Evan behind. He unbuttoned his shirt, tossing it to the side. He reached a hand out to Evan, who grabbed it immediately. A wicked grin lit up the blond’s face, as he discarded his sunglasses.

‘You’re not jumping in, are you?’ James shouted in question. Evan and Barty exchanged a look. ‘Bad idea, you two. Bad idea.’

‘Let them be, James.’ Remus piped up from next to Sirius.

‘Yeah, love, nothing you say will stop them.’ Regulus flanked James, who draped an arm across his shoulder. Barty watched Evan take off his tee, his breath catching in his throat. Evan shook out his hair once, before looking at Barty and smirking. Despite the years passing between them, Barty always felt like he did as a seventeen year old schoolboy with a crush.

Evan stuck his hand out for Barty, who interlocked their fingers. Barty smiled at his boyfriend like he was the Sun that planets revolved around.

‘Are you ready to go?’

‘Always.’ And so they ran. The water was biting against his skin, and he couldn’t see anything in the brief moments of silence. He was still holding onto Evan, who pulled him up to the surface. Air filled his lungs, and a wide grin was plastered on his face. Evan’s hair was stuck onto his forehead and face, so Barty tucked it away. Evan’s hands came to rest against Barty’s hips, pulling him closer till they were flush against each other.

This felt like a cliche scene from a movie, but Barty wasn’t angry about it. Quite the opposite, in fact. He held Evan’s face in his hands, kissing him until he felt the lack of oxygen getting to him. Evan’s grip on his hips tightened.

‘Other people can see you two idiots!’ Dorcas called. Barty raised his middle finger in the general direction of the voice, without breaking away from Evan. He felt Evan’s laugh against his mouth, and he would have done anything to bottle that feeling.

This feeling— it was almost surreal. It felt like something that shouldn’t exist at all (it was that precious). Them in the sea was worth every single day of sickness they would have to face together.