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aloesarchives · 1 year ago

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Domestic Headcanons w/ Mama!Reader and the Fushiguros #2: New Addition to the Family!

TW/Warnings: Domesticity, AFAB/Female Reader, Family life, Pregnancy, Mention of Creampies but not sexual, unhinged crack, JJK OC(but not main x Reader)

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x Fem!Reader

Pronouns/Usage: She/Her, Mama/Mom

It was about time I finished this, been sitting in my drive for a few months. Anyway, this is a general headcanon that takes place mostly in my Modern Au as Mayumi will appear in future along with her bio. But she may appear in my "Toji Lives" au depending how I'm really feeling, I will probably age her up if I do.

If you has questions or wanna ask more about her, feel free to drop an ask in my inbox!

Introducing:

Name: Mayumi (L/N) Fushiguro

Kanji Name: 万優三

Age: 2-3(Modern Au)

Given how Toji is a dog 25/8 whenever he’s given any alone time with you, Megumi is genuinely surprised he and Tsumiki don’t have at least two or more younger siblings.

It mostly comes down to you and Toji’s schedules and how having another child or having more children wouldn’t be the best choice for you two and the kids themself.

It was decided by you AND Toji that Megumi would be your last child since baby Megumi was a hassle and you two were dealing with two kids under the age of three. As time went on, raising the two was hard work but both of you two managed. Now Tsumiki and Megumi are in high school and can function, there’s no need for you and Toji to treat them like children even though they will always be your babies.

But with Tsumiki and Megumi always away at school, it’s mostly you and Toji at home. Yes, it was nice and peaceful to have your house with you and your hubby. But you start longing for the days your children were younger and small. Missing when Megumi would call you Mama and Tsumiki with Mommy. You become all sentimental especially looking through family pictures throughout the house and the family albums. You started to miss having to take care of a little one in the house.

Toji notices this change in your behavior so he asks what's on your mind. When you tell him you missed your children being children, he suggested having one more child. This shocked you considering that Toji told you himself that Megumi was your two’s last child. He didn’t want to have any more after that because Megumi was a handful. You told him if he’s not comfortable and isn’t ready for another one that he shouldn’t force himself just to make you happy. You’ll just satisfy it with old baby pictures from the past.

You didn’t want to have a child just because you wanted a baby to coddle and that’s it. All children deserve to have a parent but not every parent deserves a child. But Toji brings up the point that both you and him are more stable, both financially and mentally, and have more time to be at home. Since your two other children are teenagers who can do basic functions, you can focus on taking care of a child while taking care of teenagers.

After some time and Toji being the little devil on your shoulder, you gave the green light to have another child. Albeit being the last child you and Toji will ever have.

Toji is excited to have another kid with you and to give Tsumiki and Megumi a younger sibling. But we all know why Toji is REALLY happy to give you another child. As the man got to stepping in making you pregnant and having another kid. This man put so many creampies in you it’s insane.

But you guessed the universe wanted to make it easier the third time because, like all of your pregnancies which is only two, you got pregnant fast. It only took a month of trying to get pregnant. Just like any pregnancy, it was rough. It was your third time so you expected what’s to come, though it had been 12 years since you were last pregnant. But Toji, being your ever loving husband, took care of you and was at your beck and call(Explain in detail here). Your scary, intimidating, and grumpy dog of a husband becomes your sweet and protective puppy all over again(if Toji wasn’t fucking already lol).

You wanted to wait until a visible ultrasound was possible to tell your two children. Luckily, Megumi and Tsumiki would be home right after school ends and you would tell them the news. After dinner, you told your two children to wait a bit at the table as you got the ultrasound that’s sealed in an envelope. As you just place the envelope in front of your kids, they look at it curiously. Toji chuckles as Megumi flips the envelope on both sides before Tsumiki grabs it from her brother.

“So we opened it, Mom? What’s inside?”

“You’ll find out once you open it, my dear.”

Then Tsumiki opens the envelope and finds the picture. She takes it out and holds it so she and Megumi can look at it. It took Tsumiki a few seconds to figure out as her smile extended. Megumi is still confused when his sister says, “Are you really, mom?!”

You nodded your head as Tsumiki stood up from her chair and gave you a hug. Megumi was still trying to wrap his head around the picture. Toji chuckles at his son as he walks over to him. “Are you okay, Megumi? You’ve been staring at that picture like it was a puzzle.” “I don’t know what I’m supposed to be looking at. How come Tsumiki got it before I did?” Tsumiki goes to Megumi as she starts explaining the picture. Before she even finishes, your son looks at you with wide eyes as he blurts out, “You’re pregnant, Mom?!”

Toji bursts out in laughter at Megumi while you smile at your son. You were happy that your children felt the same way you did, especially seeing Megumi smile. You were worried about the age gap between your children and their youngest sibling but it seems to not be a problem to your kids.

You loved the fact your children were happy about having another sibling.

Ever since the announcement, Megumi has been home more often. While your children have been more considerate(if they weren’t already), Megumi had this shift in behavior that made you a little worried. Once you were in your 2nd trimester, Megumi always tried to be home before sundown. He always called you after school if you needed anything from the grocery or convenience store. He was very reluctant to leave you alone. At home, he always checks up on you whether you’re in the bedroom, sitting on the couch, in your home office/personal rooms.

As much as Megumi says he doesn’t take after his dad, you thought it was adorable and endearing how Megumi looked after you like Toji did. Because of your already fluctuating hormones, you dote and gush over Megumi way more than usual. You didn’t before because you wanted to respect Megumi’s space and independence. Always playfully pinching his cheeks, giving your mama kisses, petting and ruffling his hair, the list goes on. Megumi never pushes you away or rejects your affection because you are his mama and it makes you happy. It’s also because Megumi loves your affection as it reminds him of when he was a little boy, but since he’s older he wants to be taken more seriously and wants you and Toji to treat him as such. Yet it bit him in the ass because you respected his wishes and only gave him physical affection when he gave the green light.

Megumi, every time he’s home, is stuck at your side. You’re in the kitchen making yourself a drink, Megumi is sitting at the table already. On the couch folding a small laundry batch, Megumi’s helping you with it. Sitting in the garden underneath the tree, Megumi makes you sit on the blanket as sits beside you with his dogs laid out in the shade. The only time he isn’t is when you’re in the bathroom or sleeping in your bedroom. But Megumi sends his dogs to watch over you during your naps. Bro, Toji told Megumi to make room for him on the couch just for him to side-eyes his dad and say “no”. Then Megumi’s dogs appear next to you and lay their heads on your lap. Toji was so annoyed.

But you didn’t know how concerned Megumi was for you until you Gojo called you and said Megumi wanted to opt out of dorming his first year at Jujutsu Tech. You asked Gojo if Megumi said why and Gojo only said, “Megumi-kun only told me he just can’t, (Y/N)-sama.” By the time the call happened you were in your third trimester, meaning you were nearing your due date. You asked Toji if he knew but he had no clue either. You and your husband had a talk with Megumi about it. Megumi said he didn’t need to dorm when he’s in high school because he could just walk to school from the house. But Toji being the better interrogator, he got Megumi to spill the real reason. And so Megumi reveals he doesn't want to dorm once he goes to Jujutsu Tech because he wants to help out around the house and watch his little sibling grow up.

“Megs, you know I’m home, right?”

Megumi looks at his father before continuing.

“As I was saying, I need to be here in my little sister’s life. I don’t want to be a stranger because she can’t remember me, Mom.”

You gave a reassuring smile to your son, placing a hand on his shoulder to comfort him.

“I get it, Megumi. I completely understand where you’re coming from. But I’ll be fine, don’t worry about me. I have your sister and papa after all to help me, especially your papa since he can cook anything we ask for. And know the school requires their first years to live on campus, so you do have to live on school grounds. You can always come back whenever you need to, this will always be your home, My Dear Megumi–Wait, little sister? You think it’ll be a girl, Megumi?”

He shrugs, causing Toji to raise his brow at him.

“Ya sure, Megs? You don’t think it’ll be a boy? Don’t you want another boy in the family?”

Megumi squints at his dad as he frowns.

“If I know this family, your genes are too strong, Dad. I’m a complete copy of you and Tsumiki only got Mom’s personality and smile. If it’s a boy, it will be another version of you and I don’t even wanna think about that. Plus, I wouldn’t mind having a baby sister around, especially if she takes after Mom.”

You were flattered and honored that Megumi felt this way while Toji was utterly offended at his own son.

Megumi is a good brother and son all over. He looks after you, he looks out for Tsumiki when he can, and has a good relationship with Toji. You’d think he’ll be an amazing older brother considering how caring and gentle he can be. He may be a little clumsy but he tries and that is what matters.

You decided to bring Megumi and Tsumiki with you and Toji to your next ultrasound appointment. Luckily, no problems were detected for the precious Fushiguro baby. The doctor and technician also revealed that you were having a baby girl! Tsumiki is visibly happy, slightly shaking Megumi's shoulders while he had a soft smile of his own. Then you looked over at your husband to see him with a wide but genuine grin.

“What’s with the grin, Toji?”

“Nothing, Hon. Just thinking.”

“About what?”

“Having another girl to spoil~.”

Your pregnancy goes as planned. Much to the dismay of Megumi, you gave birth while they were in school. As soon as Megumi and Tsumiki walk out of the school doors, they see Toji with the car waiting for them. “C’mon you two, don’t ‘cha want to meet your baby sister?” Tsumiki never saw Megumi sprinted towards the car so fast, whipping past her. Toji just laughs at Megumi’s eagerness to go see you and the baby.

Megumi is bouncing his leg in the car as they go to drive to the hospital. Once checking in, Megumi leaves his dad and sister in the dust to go find your room. Once he did, Megumi knocked gently before going inside with Toji and Tsumiki not far behind. Then the kids see the little baby bundled in your arms, sleeping away as you greet your older children.

Megumi was right because Mayumi took after you except her eye color, which was like Megumi and Toji. But everything else, she was a carbon copy of you. You joked to Toji about being even since your third child looks like you. Toji goes along with it but he can’t help but feel warm inside knowing he has a daily reminder of his beautiful wife.

Megumi and Tsumiki get to hold their little sister. It was game over for Megumi because as soon as she was in his arms, he’d do anything for her. He was melting for his little sister and she didn’t even know it yet.

Megumi tries to spend a lot of time with her until he has to dorm at Jujutsu Tech. Megumi gets sentimental when he sees her baby pictures then and now she’s a toddler speaking full sentences.

She loves to be held or sitting in someone’s lap. You, Toji, Tsumiki and Megumi, it doesn’t matter. She just likes to be close. It took her a long time to understand personal space but she tries her best. But she mostly likes being held by Toji since he’s tall. Plus she says Toji gives nice hugs.

But Mayumi is picky when it comes to other people. She gets comfortable through exposure but she doesn’t like other people that much. She knows the others and is fine with them, but she’s not so much a people person. Not shy, just like a small circle.

Mayumi calls Tsumiki Miki-Nee or Tsumi Nee-san, then Mayumi calls Megumi Gumi-Nii and/or Mimi Nii-san.

Toji’s nicknames for Mayumi are Princess, Little Lady, Sweet Pea, and Snapdragon. Sometimes he does a variation of her name like Yumi or Mayu. But those don’t start coming until she’s much older.

Toji gets bummed out that Mayumi hangs out with Megumi and is her self-proclaimed favorite person. But you always remind him that she loves all of you, including him. This is true when she gets picked up by Toji at daycare or Toji comes home and she greets him. Always a smile on her face, arms out-stretched, while saying “Papa!”

Every time Toji is doing something outside, she’s either playing on the engawa, underneath the tree for shade, or running around and playing in the garden and the Koi pond nearby. She mostly likes watching the koi fishes swim around. She even deeps her feet into the crystal blue water as the fish gently nibble on her feet.

She’s also not a picky eater. Will eat anything and everything put in front of her that is seen as food. Her favorites are berries.

Mayumi’s favorite person is definitely Megumi. Toji thought it was him but he soon found out that was not the case. All because her first words weren’t Mama or Papa, her first words were Gumi. Then she started walking because she saw Megumi sitting on the couch while you were making lunch with Toji and took her first steps because she wanted to be near him. Sometimes when she can’t sleep, has a nightmare, or wants someone to take her to the bathroom, she usually goes to Megumi because his room is the closet. Some mornings, you would find Mayumi sleeping alongside Megumi. She usually hangs out in Megumi’s room doing her own thing or playing with his dogs. Megumi doesn’t mind but only gets annoyed when he’s napping or sleeping and she wakes him up.

But she also hangs out in Tsumiki’s room too. Trying a new hairstyle, clothes, or playing with her stuffed animals. Tsumiki makes Mayumi into a Sanrio fan and even gives some of her plushies to Mayumi because she doesn’t play with them anymore. Every morning, Mayumi goes to Tsumiki to do her hair for the day. Sometimes asking Tsumiki to put a nice hair clip or bow for her. Mayumi’s so happy once she’s done that she shows you and Toji and it’s just so sweet oml.

She loves Megumi’s dogs and shikigamis. But her favorites are his white and black doggos. She loves playing and hugging them, always so gently with them. She likes to put ribbons on them like a collar and read to them. She would nap while laying on top of the white dog’s side and the black one is guarding her feet, making a protective circle around her. Then they allow her to grab onto them to help her practice walking. It’s so cute.

Mayumi knocks on doors before she enters. You don’t know where she picked it up from until you remember knocking on the doors yourself as you hold her. You assume she picked your habit, which turns out to be useful and courteous. It’s always three short knocks, keeping this habit even as a teenanger.

Mayumi is the apple of the family’s eye and almost everyone, even for Yuuji, Nobara, Maki, Yuuta, Toge, Panda, and fucking Hakari and Kiara. They all have a soft spot for her. The worst of them all is Satoru, proclaiming he’s her big brother to which Suguru smacks him on the hand for it. He tries to win her over but his grand gift-giving actually scares her and makes her wary of him, much to Satoru’s dismay. To which goes to my next point:

Bro, your daughter doesn’t like Satoru. It’s high-key funny. She doesn’t hate him per say. She’s more scared and unsettled by him. One time, she started crying late at night because she had a nightmare. Megumi, with Mayumi in his arms, had to knock on your bedroom door because she was inconsolable and wouldn’t tell Megumi anything. Took all three of you, and eventually Tsumiki joined in, to calm her down. She was sniffling, burying her face into your neck, gripping her little hands as tightly as she could.

“Mayumi, Honey, do you feel a little better now?”

She nods into you but still holding on to you for dear life.

“Can you tell us what’s wrong? Please, Sweetheart?”

“White monster…The white monster with blue-eyes…Scary smile with pointing teeth…”

Tsumiki and Megumi looked at each other confused, you were just trying to figure out where she got that image from, while Toji held a frown before his eyes opened a bit upon realization. He has this goofy smile as he takes Mayumi from your arms and holds her in his own. Upon feeling being inside Toji’s arms, she instantly relaxes and looks up at him with a pout.

“So there’s a monster in your bedroom, Princess? You want me and your big brother Megumi to look for any monsters?”

She looks up at him with her little pout, sniffles, and nods her head quietly. Clutching to Toji like a Koala. Toji gets up with a grunt along with Megumi and they go into her room to look for the “monster”. Turning both the lights on and off along with Megumi bringing his dogs out. Mayumi watches the dogs sniff out her room, under her bed, and her closet.

“No monster, Gumi-Nii?”

Megumi pats her head softly.

“Yeah, no monsters in here, Mayumi.”

She’s still pouting even though Megumi confirmed no monsters while Toji rubs her back gently.

“Well Little Lady, you’re gonna sleep with Mama and I tonight so no monsters can get you. If there are, I’ll eat them.”

Mayumi giggles as he takes her into your shared bedroom to sleep peacefully for the night. Luckily she did as she snoozed away on his chest along with you tucked into his shoulder as your head rested on top of its side.

The next day, Satoru, Suguru, Shoko, Nanami, Haibara, and Yaga came to your house to talk about something. As they were discussing in your personal office, Mayumi knocks and she comes in to be held by you. While being held by you, you feel Mayumi shifting in your arms. You look down as she looks at Satoru with wary eyes. She clutches closer to you as she whines. Satrou looks over at her and smiles, causing her to hide into you further. By then, you noticed Satoru didn’t bring his blindfold. He brought his glasses instead so you could see the glimpses of his eyes. As soon Mayumi caught a glimpse of his eyes, she started getting uncomfortable and whining. You’re worried as you try to calm her down but nothing works. Then Toji comes in with the pitcher of water you asked for and she makes grabby hands at him. Your husband takes her in his arms and she points at Satoru while sniffling, making everyone, including you curious.

“What’s wrong this time, Mayumi?”

“Papa,”

Points at Satoru

“White monster…big blue eyes and white teeth…that’s him…”

Everyone blinks a couple of times except for Toji who has his dastardly grin. Then the silence is broken by Suguru’s cackling followed by Haibara bursting out in laughter. Now you understand why Toji wasn’t so concerned about last night because he knew what Mayumi was talking about. The monster was random, she had a nightmare about Satoru. Nanami smirks while Yaga and Shoko chuckle at this. The only ones who weren’t anything were You and Satoru. You because you’re just shaking your head at Suguru, Toji, and Haibara. While Satoru looked like a hurt puppy that was kicked. You tried to comfort your unofficial oldest child but he just stayed hurt. He let out a sigh when he and your daughter made brief eye-contact before she hid herself in Toji, causing him to bark out in laughter. His laugh joined in with the other two.

Toji calms down a bit before comforting Mayumi.

“Princess, that’s just Gojo. He’s not a scary monster, see? He’s harmless.”

Mayumi looks at Satoru before looking at you then Toji. She shakes her head at Toji causing him to chuckle. Mayumi says bye to everyone as she leaves the room with Toji. But Suguru wouldn’t stop teasing Satoru about it and it’s an inside joke everyone is in on.

So that’s why Satoru always wears his blindfold on because he doesn’t want to make Mayumi cry. As she gets older, she gets over it and funny enough doesn’t remember this event. No matter how much anyone brings it up, she can’t fully remember any of it. But their relationship gets better later on.

Though Mayumi’s humble, she’s spoiled. By you, Toji, Tsumiki, Megumi, your family, even Suguru and Satoru, specifically Satoru. Mayumi gets an allowance of 38,948 yen(which is roughly equivalent to $250 US dollars) from Satoru every month, and that’s not including holidays and birthdays. Toji and Satoru are fighting each other on who’s better at spoiling her to which you have to calm them down because it shouldn’t be a big deal.

Mayumi gets all sad and pouty when Megumi has to live on campus but Megumi promises to call frequently or visit once a week for her. Megumi gives her his old plushies of his twin dogs, telling her to hug them when she feels like missing him. Because of that, she is overly attached to them. She sleeps with them, goes to the bathroom with them, brings them outside to the garden, goes out, they come with her everywhere she goes.

Megumi hangs a drawing she made of him and Mayumi with his dogs in his dorm room. Also has a picture frame of him and her on his desk too.

When Megumi brings Yuuji and Nobara over, they always want to play with her. Nobara dresses her up while Yuuji shadow boxes with her. When they come over to sleep over, it’s twice the fun. Yuuji and Nobara get bummed out when it’s her bedtime but they remember they see her in the morning so it’s all good.

They also help Megumi watch and babysit her when you and Toji are out on a date/outing. It’s chaotic but it’s fun.

Toji and Megumi will be irritated and annoyed when someone, other than you and Tsumiki, asks them for anything Gojo. But once Mayumi starts asking for things, they won’t even bat an eye. She is spoiled by both her grumpy older brother and menacing father. One time you came home to see your daughter gleefully smiling at you, holding her plushie tightly as she told you about what she did with Toji and Megumi. Then you look over to see your son and husband wearing bows on their heads and had sanrio stickers all over them.

Mayumi’s such a bubbly and happy child that it’s like looking straight at the sun. Of course, she takes after you mostly both in personality and physical traits. It’s not until she’s in teens when Toji’s traits start revealing themselves in her.

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spr1ngbunnypvrin · 3 months ago

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Hay hay haayyy

May I ask if we can get a follow up to the Harley Sawyer+obsessed reader but the reader follows through the bigger body initiative?(Mainly a large tarantula toy that’s durable definitely not based off of my oc,,,)

Where the reader became part of the bigger body Pre-the Doctor VHS and was normally stable and still performed tasks well like being able to perform as a psychologist for the staff and even the toys themselves but still retains a level of obsession with Harley that the only reason they’re this stable and not haywire is bc of that man

Meanwhile Post-the Doctor VHS they slowly go insane finding out what the staff, Leith especially, did to Harley and losing all sense of sanity that when the Hour of Joy came, they slaughter anyone who was involved with Harley. Just losing sense of who they once were in favor of protecting him

Pre-The Doctor VHS (Before Everything Went to Hell)

You, a Product of the Bigger Bodies Initiative

You were part of the Bigger Bodies Initiative, but unlike most, you turned out stable—a rare success.

Despite your transformation, you retained enough humanity to continue your role as a psychologist for both the staff and the toys.

However, your obsession with Harley Sawyer became your anchor—the only reason you remained stable was because of him.

💉 Why?

Maybe the procedure left you physically enhanced but mentally vulnerable, needing a fixation to keep you sane.

Maybe Harley was involved in your transformation, and your mind twisted that into loyalty.

Or maybe you were already obsessed, and the procedure only cemented that devotion on a deeper, almost primal level.

How Harley Sees You at This Stage

He’s intrigued. You’re functional, unlike most of Playtime Co.’s experiments, and you don’t turn on him.

He recognizes that your mental stability is directly tied to him, which gives him a sense of control over you.

But deep down? He doesn’t trust anything Playtime Co. has tampered with—including you. He keeps you close, but there’s always an analytical distance.

Post-The Doctor VHS (After Harley’s Transformation)

The Breaking Point: Learning What Happened to Him

When you find out what Leith Pierre and the staff did to Harley, something snaps inside you.

The only thing keeping you stable is gone, and your descent into madness begins.

No longer bound by corporate rules, no longer concerned with psychology or rationality—you become something else entirely.

The Hour of Joy: Your Vengeance Begins

During the Hour of Joy, when everything in the facility collapses, you turn on anyone who had a hand in Harley’s fate.

You slaughter Playtime Co. staff, one by one, making sure every single person involved in his transformation suffers.

You’re no longer acting as a psychologist. You’re not even a rational being anymore. You are a monster fueled by devotion and revenge.

What Harley Thinks of You Now

He recognizes that your breakdown is because of him—and for the first time, he isn’t the one pulling the strings.

He sees you as something beyond human now, just like himself.

The difference? He lost everything against his will—but you willingly gave yourself up for him.

Maybe that unnerves him. Maybe, in a twisted way, he accepts you as the only thing in this facility that is truly "his."

Your journey is one of devotion turned into destruction—starting as a stable but modified human, staying functional only because of Harley, and then completely unraveling once he’s taken from you.

By the end, you’re not his lover or his partner—you’re his guardian, his monster, his shadow. And anyone who tries to take him from you? Dies.

#harley sawyer #poppy playtime #harley sawyer x reader #poppy playtime x reader #the doctor x reader #the doctor #dr harley sawyer #thanksfortheaskmutual #╰₊✧ ﾟ⚬𓂂➢ 👁📺💉🩸

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hello-nichya-here · 19 days ago

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I honestly find it hilarious how people treat Julia like she’s some kind of saint. “Julia is so perfect, Andrew doesn’t deserve her! Poor thing, she’s just a victim! I’m gonna create my ideal OC to replace it and make Andrew suffer!” when in reality, Julia is far from mentally stable.

Let’s be real: she ignored every possible red flag from Andrew when it came to Ashley, only to later act all shocked and start crying. “I hope you and your sister rot in hell” oh, please. 🙄

“But Andrew hid who he really was!” sure, but Julia turned a blind eye to a ton of signs that were right in front of her face. And there were plenty. She absolutely knew. Don’t even try to argue that she didn’t, because she 100% did. Lack of warnings wasn’t the problem.

And to top it off, Julia is way more like Andrew than people like to admit. She’s basically just a slightly more “normal” version of him, but deep down, she pulls the exact same stunt. She ignores the ugly truths when it’s convenient, then turns around and plays the victim card when it suits her.

Me and @dragomer reached that exact conclusion during one of our absurdly long talks about this game. Julia is sympathetic and has plenty of reason to be angry at Andrew and Ashley for, but she's not "innocent."

What she genuinely didn't know: how completely fucking insane and violent both Andrew and Ashley are, and that jealousy has already pushed them to murder, and thus that she'd be putting herself in harms way by dating him. If Ashley had killed her and Andrew either helped or at least allowed it, Julia would not be to blame.

What she absolutely fucking knew because EVERYBODY knew: Her boyfriend was only going out with her because he couldn't screw his sister without being shamed for it publically. If everyone was suddenly cool with incest and Andrew dumped her for Ashley, Julia would have no one to blame but herself, because that part of the situation was basically this meme

#asks #julia #tcoaal #coffincest #the coffin of andy and leyley

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miueo · 10 months ago

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𐙚 my little idol ♥︎．。．:*･° m.list .

summary : you're currently in a new girl group underneath jyp entertainment ! your group is performing well on charts, you have a stable fanbase, and many bops to listen to! you try your best to avoid dating scandals for the sake of your reputation and status but it's all ruined by a very popular group of boys.

release date : first chapter published on july 4th.

featuring : stray kids & oc girlgroup.

warnings : heavy on smut, sexualization & objectification, perversion, obsession, taboo / dark concepts (for some members, not all !) , mental physical / health issues (depression, anxiety, etc.), coercion, unsolicited pictures, more to be announced.

notes : hiiii !!! i am finally teasing my first ever series on this blog ! i am having so much planning this out, and i hope you guys enjoy the work i will put out soon <3 !

taglist : @p0eticjust1c3 @yunjinswifee @sky00ung @pinkdranks @bloominhos @mi-mi-mu @nasiaisan @kitkat1sstuff @hyunjinhoexxx @theinsanebish

chapters … ✿

ⅰ 𝜗𝜚 new legacy : 07.04

ii 𝜗𝜚 debut , salty & sweet : 07.05

iii 𝜗𝜚 nobody knows : tba

iv 𝜗𝜚 underwater : tba

v 𝜗𝜚 diorama : tba

vi 𝜗𝜚 colouring : tba

vii 𝜗𝜚 candy crush : tba

viii 𝜗𝜚 bamboleo : tba

ix 𝜗𝜚 rewind : tba

x 𝜗𝜚 perfect 10 : tba

comment to be tagged >_< i don’t bite ..!

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obviousflirtations · 16 days ago

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Zero Gravity (Jack Hughes x Snowboarder OC)

In which Maisie Johnson, professional snowboarder and known force in the snowboarding world, somehow falls for a 'pretty boy hockey player'. Jack Hughes finds the one girl who makes him feel like he's on his toes because she matches his energy. This is my first time writing a Jack Hughes fic, so please bear with me as I figure this out. This is the first part to a multi-part story, and this is more so background on our lovely main character, Maisie.

Maisie Johnson was many things; cocky to a fault on the slopes, confident in quiet way where her body language radiated it and pretty closed off if you weren't close to her.

She had grown up snowboarding, even though she was from New Jersey. Her parents had moved her out to Colorado and the rest was history. She remembered bits and pieces of living in Jersey, like that the Giants sucked, and she didn't like the Jets.

When she got to Colorado, the snow hit her quick and she wanted to live in it. She saw someone launch themselves from a ramp, twisting and spinning like a superhero and her first thought was I want to do that. By Christmas, a Burton Chopper was under the tree, second hand of course because she was 5 and they didn't know if it would stick.

At 8, she going to camps and sending jumps she couldn't land, all while smiling and wanting to do it all over again.

By 10, she was competing and by 12, she was medaling.

By fifteen, she was travelling internationally, had a few sponsors (Burton was a big one for her, she cried when they reached out to make a deal), and her name was being whispered around the industry like she was the next big thing.

At 16, she had her first Winter X-Games invite and she signed a deal with Red Bull.

By 17, she qualified for her first Winter Olympics in two events. Big Air and Superpipe, because nothing screamed mentally stable like intentionally flinging yourself in 50 feet into the air while trusting your body to spin around and travelling about 90 feet forward and enjoying 22-foot-high ice walls. Then came home with two gold medals.

The brunette found herself back in New Jersey after the Olympics, her 18th birthday having just passed. She was looking to hopefully get an apartment there, just to have a place that wasn't her parent's house in Colorado to go to when her schedule died down.

The media tour had finally ended, and she was happy to have a break from constantly being in front of a camera and being 'on' all the time. So, it was natural she was mentally cursing her manager for telling someone in the New Jersey Devils franchise she'd be happy to go to a Devils game and maybe humor their social media team in a collab. She liked hockey, she really did, but she was more of an Avalanche fan, having grown up watching that team more.

So, she threw on a red Burton sweatshirt and black leggings (because that was par for the course with her) because no one told her she needed to dress up. Her hair was thrown into a low messy bun, her front pieces of hair out, and called it good enough. And she put on just enough makeup, which was code for mascara and chap stick, to look presentable, before slipping on a pair of well-loved gym shoes and going out the door.

She checked her phone when she walked up to the arena, Prudential was nice, but she had never been to a Devils game before and had no idea where she needed to go. Eventually she found where she was supposed to be, got a lanyard that made her feel important, and sat in a box seat.

She had been told, by someone else in the box, that there was a really good rookie on the team, a guy named Jack who wore number 86. She just hummed in response and looked at the ice, like it wasn't really worth her time to know that, but she did watch for him.

As the game progressed, she would admit to herself that he had good movement and a very good sense for the game. Not to mention, he was cute. But he was getting bullied on the ice like he had a target on his back. Each time she was him hit the boards she wanted to wince for him, but he still got up and kept going.

By the time the buzzer sounded, Maisie was being ushered out of the box by a very official looking Devils' employee to another area of the arena. She let out a quiet sigh before mentally preparing herself to be 'on' the rest of the evening.

#jack hughes #jack hughes fanfiction #new jersey devils #jack hughes x oc #quinn hughes #luke hughes #hockey #snowboarding

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bendableperformer · 2 months ago

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Ranking Popee The Performer Ships!!

(Also a “what your favorite ship says about you”)

Please don’t kill me.

Popee x Kedamono: 1/10

If you ship this, you’re either a child who doesn’t know better or a maniac who will only settle for the most toxic, acidic sludge of yaoi.

Firstly, there’s an age gap between 7-10 years. Secondly, Popee’s a minor and any sort of sexualization of him makes me deeply uncomfortable so all ships involving him get docked points. Thirdly, there’s a beastiality argument floating around but that doesn’t count because Kedamono is definitely sentient so…. No. My answer is still no. Fuck you.

You get a 1/10 because it is a perfect setup for some toxic yaoi it’s just the wrong characters and the wrong context.

Also, if you want the concept of two guys killing each other over and over again in the desert forever and they have this crazy forbidden fucked up toxic yaoi relationship, AND they’re both legal adults? Have I got the fandom for you. (It’s TF2)

…as for shipping them in chinchirukin only? *dissapointed sigh* fine. But I’m fucking watching you.

Popee x Eepop: 3/10

You wanted a “cleaner” Popeemono.

It’s quite literally the same dynamic as Popeemono but it’s straight and also they’re the same age and both humans. So. That’s cool I guess.

I really don’t care though. Like I said, any sexualization of Popee makes me deeply uncomfortable.

“What if it’s only romantic?” you ask. To that I say: Yeah right. As if you’re only shipping them so they can be in a stable, loving and healthy relationship. I know you want yandere Popee so bad. I know you want that fucked up boy.

Also this ship does tend to be depicted in a very binary-gendered way. Almost all art depicting Popee and Eepop force the two of them further into their gender roles (ex: Eepop has boobs and eyelashes and a skirt or something) even though they canonically look FUCKING IDENTICAL.

Kedamono x Pink bitch Wolf: 4/10

God I do not care about these fuckass genderbends. Same as the above ship.

A little better because we love a girlboss but man. I just do not care. Kedamono deserves better I think.

Popee x Pink bitch Wolf: 0/10

You want to see this twink get ravaged so bad. WELL GUESS WHAT?? He may be physically ALMOST 18 but MENTALLY. HE IS A CHILD. HE IS NOT A TWINK HE IS AN ANDROGYNOUS CHILD PLEASE LEAVE HIM ALONEEEEEEE.

Kedamono x Eepop: 0/10

You want the weird fucked up age gap and human/furry relationship but you don’t want the toxic yaoi. You pathetic wimp. At least commit if you’re gonna be a degenerate.

Papi x Alien: 7/10

The fandom was so desperate to pair characters off that I’m sure this started as a joke. But honestly?

It’s really fucking funny to me. Especially if it’s one sided. Papi is absolutely enamored with this random fuckass Alien and said Alien does not give two shits about him. It’s just so silly.

Papi x Kedamono: 4/10

….Honest to god I don’t hate this one. They really seem to get along sometimes. They’re both legal adults. In the context of my headcannon backstory it becomes weird, but in cannon material? I dunno. I kind of like it. It’s a little silly.

Especially when you realize what Popee’s reaction would be. That boy is gonna be Third Wheeling FOREVER.

Papi x Popee: 0/10

If you ship this please get therapy.

Popee x Marifa: 0/10

You really like fucked up sibling incest, don’t you? You fucking loser. Go touch grass

Kedamono x UFO girls: 10/10

Ideal PTP ship. You KNOW Kedamono wants this. I think Kedamono needs some forehead kisses from these lovely ladies.

Kedamono x Alien: 5/10

*Cough* *wheeze* I don’t even know what to say here…. Um…. Yeah.

Papi x OC/Self Insert: 9/10

No comment.

Popee x OC/Self Insert: 8/10

*takes drag of cigarette.*

I was like you once…..

Kedamono x OC/Self Insert: 9/10

Yeah. I get it. I understand. You just want good things for this dog.

….Honestly this fandom is just….. Not good for shipping.

(Unlike TF2 lol)

#popee the performer #popee the ぱフォーマー #ptp popee #popee the clown #ptp kedamono #kedamono #ptp papi #ptp alien #text post #shipping discourse #shipping #this was in my drafts #for so long #I was so scared to post it

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jujutsukgojo · 1 year ago

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The boy in art

gangster!Sukuna x reader

Chapter Two

Summary:

Minutes later you hear screams and more gunshots. None inside though. You peek around to see a group of men shoot others. Quickly, you turn around, so you don’t see anything. You don’t want to.

Tears stream down your face. This isn’t you! You aren't cut out for this. You did not sign up for all of this!

"You know you're my girl, right?"

a/n: Not the best but oh well. i was supposed to write something for Gojo because of his birthday yet here i am with sukuna i dont own jjk tw: implied violence, vandalism, implied drug deals, etc. fast paced! ooc sukuna (oh well :)) fast paced! characters: Reader, Sukuna, OC, Nobara, mentioned Megumi and yuuji, and a little mahito (sorry)

As you are walking to your classroom, you hear swearing. The hallway is empty and brightly lit. You are the only one here now since you decided to arrive early for class. Entering the classroom, you sit your bag down. Much to your annoyance, the noises don’t stop. Curious, you get up to go to the source.

In the middle of the hallway is a window. You open it to see two men talking. Everything is normal until you see what is in their hands. You gasp, causing the two men to look at you. “What are you two doing?”

“Mind your own business.” The one with pink hair and tattoos says. “You can’t do that here!”

“Get inside, little girl.” The other rolls his eyes at you and leaves. “There, you happy? It’s all over now.”

“Whatever you do in your free time is up to you. But you cannot do this here.”

“You own this place?” He gestures the area.

“No, I take classes here.” He pops out a cigarette and lights it. You noticed that his ears move a little when he does that. “Then why are you so pressed about it?”

“This is my school!” He looks around at the building. “That’s your name?”

“Why would my name be “Community College”, dumbass?” The pink haired man shrugs. “The hell I know. What is it anyway?”

“This is a community school that offers art co-”

“Now look who’s the dumbass, you’re just as stupid as I am. I mean your name.” He interrupts you. You bite your lip and tap your fingers.

“(Y/n). What's it to you?” You place your hands on the windowsill. He laughs and walks away. “Nothing at all. See you later.” You slam the window shut.

It isn’t your business, yeah, but it is around you. They can say whatever about you who cares. However, you don’t want that type of shit anywhere near you. With a goal in mind, you cannot afford to be bothered with that.

Over-achiever, prude, rude, and whatever else they say. Let them talk. It will be you who has a good, decent, life that is secure and stable.

“He was cute though.” You won’t ever see him again. There is nothing to hold onto.

---

Your professor points to the stack of papers on his desk. “For those who would like to, the papers are right here to fill out. Turn them in accordingly and on time.”

This is what you have been waiting for. Your heart is racing. Finally, you got an opportunity for an internship at the art museum. With your good grades you should be a shoo in for the position. After class, you get up and grab a paper to fill it out. Since you have some time on your hands, you fill it out right then. It is not every day that the museum allows interns.

With the final signature of your name, you turn in the paper. Leaving the room, you exit the school with a pep in your step. Lo’ and behold, there is the pink haired guy at the corner of the street. You roll your eyes and walk past him, mentally kicking yourself for forgetting your headphones.

“So that’s how it is?”

You shouldn’t acknowledge him. “What do you want?”

He hisses as if you hurt him. “You’re not going to say hello?”

Rolling your eyes, you ask, “Why the hell would I do that for?”

He chuckles and leans back further onto the wall. “No reason at all.”

Scoffing, you walk away. “Sukuna!” He yells. You turn around and ask what he meant. “That’s my name, Sukuna.”

“I didn’t ask you.”

“Alright then, brat.”

You smack your lips and leave. He's bad news. As pretty as he is, he’s no good. You have all this going for you, you can’t afford to be around him. With the possible internship, your part time job, to school, you can’t be associated with him.

You take out the store’s keys to open the door. A little bell goes off when you do. You set your things down on the counter and open the blinds. Nobara had been here earlier, so there was not much else to do. And by the looks of things, business was slow.

Even though it is a small shop, you don’t want it to close. You don't really see bookstores like this anymore. Unfortunately, closure may be soon since you, Nobara, and the owner are the only workers.

After settling down, you flip the sign to ‘open’. Nobara didn’t finish putting the newly donated books away. Sighing, you check the books and push the small cart to the aisle so you can put them away.

You hum a light tune until the bell dings. “Welcome!”

Pushing the cart to the front, you greet the person with a smile. They tell you what they’re looking for in exchange for the bag full of classic books they give you. As mandatory, you study the books for any rips, stains, writings, drawings, and other signs of wear that would make the book ineligible to be donated.

Only three of them passed.

“Alright, you have a credit of five. You can use it now or later.” They frown. “I just gave you a shit ton of books?”

“Yeah, but other than these three, the rest are too messed up for us to take.” Please, don’t argue.

And of course, your prayers go unanswered as they begin to raise their voice at you. “Stop yelling. Please understand that these books here,” You push them towards the owner. “Are in terrible condition. I cannot take them.”

They really are. A giant coffee stain in one, a ripped page in another, and one of the covers are barely together. The three that passed inspection barely made the cut. They will have to be half price.

“I’ll take my business elsewhere then.” Tired of them, you push the three towards them as well. “Here. Please go.”

They huff and shove all their books into the plastic bag. Grouching and complaining, they slam the door open and leave.

It isn’t every day that this happens but lately it is becoming common. Ever since summer vacation is over, there have been a few students here and there looking for books. Mainly, textbooks. Unfortunately, not many people donate them. Even if they did, many schools tend to switch books frequently, which makes textbooks age like milk and practically useless.

Still, donations would be nice to those who still need those editions.

Rubbing your hands together, you put on a pot of coffee. If you are going to have to deal with customers, you should at least have a pot or so.

The bell dings again. Your day is ruined by that one worm, so you don’t smile. Dramatic? Yes. Do you care? No.

The customer walks to one of the aisles and begins to search. You'll be of assistance if they need help. The pot of coffee is not brewing fast enough. It is about halfway done by the time the customer comes to the front. You face the customer and don’t quite know what to expect when it is that one pink haired guy from before.

“You stalking me, sweets?”

“No, I work here! You are stalking me.”

“If you say so.” He places the book on the counter. Quickly, you check it out, not wanting to talk to him more than you have to. “Hey, why are you so rude?”

“I’m not rude.” You say in a matter of fact-tone. “Yeah, you are. I’ve been nice to you all day and you’ve been so snooty.”

“I am not snooty.” You cross your arms and frown. It is the condescending feeling he’s giving, and the fact that he thinks he knows you so well.

No one knows you better than you.

“What do you call all that then?”

“Goal oriented.” He hums and runs his tongue along his teeth. “What are your goals?”

You begin to check out his books. “Art. You?”

You don’t tell him the ultimate goal, of course. And like almost every person in your predicament, it’s stability, security. You're tired of the unknown and the possibility of losing everything. Tired of caring for everyone and everything else because of someone else’s irresponsibility.

You want to live and do it for yourself.

“Normal stuff.”

You look up at him with an eyebrow raised. “ It'll be ten fifty, please.”

He hands it to you in cash. His book is placed in the store’s bag. Before he can leave, you shoot him a question. “You don’t read, do you?”

“Not much.” He leaves you.

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After meeting him, you end up seeing a lot of Sukuna. He comes by the store every day to bother you, teases you, and walks you to school. Lately you’ve noticed the crime rate going up, but not a single crime is near you. For a bit, the owner was scared for the shop. Fortunately, nothing has happened. Nobara, of course, is suspicious but you can’t blame her.

Out and about with Sukuna, you reveal that you take care of your baby sister. Even though Sukuna has become a constant in your life, you are still leery about them meeting. “You understand, right?”

He carries the items you intend to buy. “Yeah, I’d be freaked if you were too eager.”

“It’s just the damn crime rate’s up and we just met-”

“And here we are.”

“Shut up. Anyway, I’m being cautious.” Sukuna chuckles. “I know. You don’t have to explain,”

You smile at him. Talking to him is so refreshing. There isn’t pressure and you don’t have to watch what you say. The two of you come together so naturally.

“What do you know about the crime rates anyway?” You pick up a candle and smell it first, then have him smell it. Sukuna hums and gives you a slight, ‘gimme’. You place a candle in his large hand.

“I know that they’re becoming more frequent. Way more violent, too. Not much as robbing as it is assaults and murder and drugs.”

“Murder?”

“Yep. Just the other day, a guy was in an ‘accident’ and what did they find? A message carved on his stomach or something. It's crazy!” It was on the news. The accident is believed to be staged, obviously. You found out about it at work. Nobara and you of course had your theories and assumptions on what the message could have been and who the culprit was.

“Well, don’t worry about all of that, alright? You're fine.” You side eye him as you put your items on the belt to check out. Immediately, he cuts in front of you to pay. “You don’t have to...”

“I’m doing it anyway.”

Most of it is for your sister anyway. A coloring book and crayons, some fruit snacks, a toy that she’s been wanting for months, and a cheap pair of sneakers. The candle was something on sale that you picked up on a whim.

“Sukuna, you don’t have to. I'm serious.”

He carries the bags. “Always this stubborn? You can’t even accept help?”

“I’m used to doing it all.” You awkwardly laugh as guilt settles in your gut. It makes you so uncomfortable knowing someone else bought your sister’s things. You have been taking care of her for so long, it’s weird.

He stares at her little shoes. “You need to relax, sweets.” After noticing that you are still uncomfortable, he adds, “I enjoy it. Let me take care of you.”

Your head is down so he can’t see how wide your eyes have gotten. The last time someone took care of you, you were a child and your sibling wasn’t thought of. Now, Sukuna, someone you met not long ago, wants to?

After all these years, you don’t know how to handle that.

You find yourself at another store trying on the cheapest shoes there. Sukuna comes up to you with an adorable pair of kid shoes. “What size shoe do you think I wear?”

“They’re not for you, dumbass. They’re for the kid.”

“She already has a pair, remember?”

He rolls his eyes. “And now she has two. And these are better.” You sigh, giving up on explaining that she’ll grow out of them in no time.

“Here, put these on.” You sigh as he gently places a heel on your foot. It's black and with the finest leather and comes to a delicate point. “What am I going to wear this for?”

Sukuna buckles the straps on your ankle. “For me.” You scowl at his smirk and laughter at your expense. “Here, look,”

He has you stand in front of a mirror. “See how good you look?” You hum in response. They're pretty and make you feel pretty. You find them to be a pair that’ll fit for different occasions. “What’s not to like, sweets?”

You suck in your lips. “You’re right, fine. I do look good in them.” You would have been able to keep that mindset had you not seen the price point. “They’re hideous, put them back.”

“They’re yours.”

“I can’t afford them.” He has already done too much. Sukuna rolls his eyes at you. “I can.”

All the pairs of shoes ring up to a ridiculous amount. You can’t even look at it or Sukuna. He grabs your chin. “Stop it.”

No matter what, the feeling of guilt and unease is too strong to just ignore.

The next time you see Sukuna, you are at a park during your lunch break. In your bag are art supplies that you thought of bringing in case you got bored. Now, it is just up to finding what to draw.

“Sweets, what’re you doing out here?” You shrug your shoulders. He sighs and sits down next to you on the grass. “Why are you still mad?”

“I’m not mad. I'm just not used to it. I'm always the one taking care of things and you pop up taking my responsibility away...I don’t like it.”

He plucks the blades of grass. “I will only say this once. So, fucking listen," He takes a deep breath and mumbles, "I’m sorry. I wanted to do something for you. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“You didn’t hurt me, Sukuna. You couldn’t.” Sukuna looks at the birds in the sky flying freely. In the silence between you two, you take it. With each stroke Sukuna manifests on the paper. The essence of peace and security is slowly being captured on the canvas.

“What’re you doing you little brat?” He takes a peek at it. It is a rough version of him. It captures the serenity and beauty of him, though. “Hm.”

“Do you like it?”

“Hm.” Is all he says with the slightest curve of his lips and tiniest hint of pink on his cheeks. Although this is also picturesque, you’ll keep this part of Sukuna for yourself. For your blessed eyes only.

Soon, the rough portrait is done. You are so focused on it, you don’t see the softness in his eyes, but you do feel the roughness of his calloused fingertips as they caress your face in adoration.

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“(Y/n), I'm just saying I saw him there. Not that he did anything!” Nobara exclaims after sipping her overly sweet coffee.

“Well, it sounds like it.” The two of you have been going back and forth for about thirty minutes because Nobara saw Sukuna standing and acting suspiciously. And, well, doing what you thought he did when you first met him.

Not that you’d admit it.

“Damn it, Nobara. What were you doing there anyway?” You ask as you pour yourself a cup of strong coffee. You need something to distract you. Anything to deflect this.

“Don’t do that. I was passing by to go to the fucking station. He was out in the open.” After a moment or two of complete silence, she breathes. “I want you to be safe and know what you’re getting into.”

Immediately you scoff.

“You act like he’s some dangerous criminal ready to chop me up into little pieces. Would a criminal tuck my sister into bed? Or let me read to him? Keep my paintings and support me? Protect me? Or-”

“Oh my God. I’m not saying he isn’t sweet to you. I am just telling you what I saw!”

“Am I interrupting?” Both of you turn around to see a tall man stand there with his eyebrows raised. You suck in your lips and shake your head no. Nobara recovers quicker than you and smiles at the man.

“No, no, no! Just a tiff among friends. Y'know, friends who look out for each other and recognize danger.”

Your eye twitches but you don’t retaliate. Not when there is a much needed customer.

“Have a look around! Let us know if you need anything.” You put on a smile for the man. He nods and looks around. There is something off about him. At first, you think the cold aura is in your head, but Nobara sticks close to you with the same thing in mind.

He's dangerous. Something is wrong.

What is he doing here? No way is he actually looking for a book. All he’s doing is looking at the walls and pretending to skim the novels. Nobara grabs your hand and squeezes. She's shaking and he hasn’t even done anything remotely threatening.

Maybe it is the way he moves. Gracefully, like a ghost. Or the muscles that form his body that his shirt struggles to contain. It doesn’t look like he has a weapon on him. Perhaps it isn’t needed.

What is this heaviness around him? The chill you get when he turns the corner of every shelf. How he looks at you with a curious and studying gaze. Is this bloodlust? The hair on your arms is raised. Nobara, who isn’t afraid of anything or anyone, is scared.

“Is there anything in particular you’re looking for, sir?” You are pinching your thigh to keep a steady voice. “No.”

He grabs a random book that he didn’t even look at and places it on the counter. The nameless man says nothing when you ring it up. He pays with crinkled up cash and a wink in Nobara’s direction.

Once he leaves, she runs to the door and locks it. “Did you see what he did?!”

“What?”

She groans and explains that he checked out the store to rob it. “Why would he rob it? A bookstore of all places?”

“I don’t know...but tell me you weren’t scared!” You cannot deny it. There's something wrong.

Nobara goes out with Megumi and Yuuji to lunch immediately after. She makes you swear to lock the door and not let anyone in until she comes back. Lately, the usual busy time isn’t until another hour anyway, so it’s an easy promise.

You’re putting on another pot of coffee when the first shot happens. The bullet goes right through the pot that you’re holding and shatters the glass. A scream is caught in your throat. More bullets come through barely missing you. You duck and see the store’s merchandise suffer from the insanity.

You grab your phone and in a state of panic, call Sukuna and tell him everything. He can hear the glass and the wicked noise.

“Stay down, and crawl to the back hallway. I'll handle it.”

It was the hallway the man didn’t see.

You do as he says and wonder if you should call the authorities. Maybe Sukuna will. You don’t know why you called him instead of the police. It was just a quick reaction.

Minutes later you hear screams and more gunshots. None inside though. You peek around to see a group of men shoot others. Quickly, you turn around, so you don’t see anything. You don��t want to.

Tears stream down your face. This isn’t you! You aren't cut out for this. You did not sign up for all of this.

And yet, you don’t want to look outside and see what is happening.

The police did come after Sukuna came in through the backdoor. He told you that the bad men were gone and for you to tell the cops that the shop was attacked and that you hid the entire time. You did as you were told.

Who they were, why they were there, what could have happened to them? You don’t know. You were hiding.

The shop keeper was furious but grateful for your safety. Nobara, too. But she knows better.

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“What’d you doing now, brat?” Sukuna likes to bother you at work, home, and especially at the museum now that you got accepted as an intern. “Working!”

“That’s too heavy for you.” He grabs it. “Where do I put it?”

“Here.” You gently guide him on where to put the sign. After, he decides to stick around and help you with the heavy things. Of course, you watch as his arms flex whenever he picks something up.

“Hey, Sukuna,” you start. The two of you are alone right now with nothing but the art witnessing the conversation.

“What are we doing?”

He stops and furrows his brows. “What?”

“Like, what are we?” Do you really want to know his answer? Then again, the rejection will make it easier to let go, you think. Or maybe you want him to release you? To push you away so you don’t have to think about that night anymore.

He comes up to you from behind. Sukuna's arms wrap around you and his chin rests on your shoulder. “I’d like for you to be mine.”

You scoff and try to step on his toes. Playfully, Sukuna bites your ear, causing you to shriek and laugh.

“If you two are done now-”

You jump at the sound of your boss. “Sorry!” You grab your boyfriend’s hand and rush past her.

Boyfriend...wow.

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You tuck your little sibling into the bed. After reading their favorite book in the character’s voices, she went fast asleep. Sukuna wished her a goodnight on the phone, too. The smile she had on her face was picture worthy. She seems to like him a lot.

Although, you couldn’t tell her the truth as to why he wasn’t there in person. So, telling her that he was just at work sufficed.

After putting away her new shoes and the dinner dishes, you rest on the couch. The museum has a big showing tomorrow. All the lifting and organizing took a lot out of you. However, you are excited more than anything. He doesn’t know it yet, but your drawing of him got a place in the local’s art section.

Right as you close your eyes, your phone rings. “Hello?”

“Come to the museum, right now.” Your boss demands before she hangs up. Her tone gave you pause. Not because of how rude it was, but because of how stressed and worried.

Quickly, you put your sister’s shoes on and wrap her up in her blanket. Unfortunately, you don’t have anyone to watch her. Your mother is as useless as your father is.

“Where are we going?” She sleepily asks. “Sh, go back to sleep.” Immediately, she does.

Besides, you aren’t sure if you really want her to be awake during this.

Your breath is taken away at the sight. Flashing colors of the police cars illuminated the night. Everything you worked at was completely destroyed. The museum walls, the art, and most specifically, Sukuna’s portrait, are ruined.

Your boss is tapping her foot as she is lost in thought. Suddenly, she notices you. “There you ar-” She stops when she sees the bundle you are carrying.

“I didn’t have a babysitter.”

She takes a deep breath. “Look around. Do you see all of this? The museum is totaled.”

“I see that, ma’am.” She walks to you. “Your boyfriend’s picture in particular suffered.” She stops walking. “I need to know. Are you involved in this?”

“No! Not at all!”

“I won’t press charges on you. But I do need honesty.” Your eyes are wide. “I am serious! I really don’t know!”

You pray that she can hear the sincerity in your voice.

She sighs. “Ok, I believe you had nothing to do with it.” She looks down before she continues. “But I do not believe that you are ignorant as to why it happened. (Y/n), I’m going to have to terminate the internship.”

Your breath is caught in your throat. “F-for what?! I didn’t do anything!”

“You are a smart girl. You need to choose who you are around better.” She leaves you in the street, surrounded by darkness.

Your arms begin to get tired from your sister’s weight.

“Lord, I am so tired...” You whisper in the night.

After this, you didn’t get another internship. Not with Sukuna’s mark on you.

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You go to the park a few days later so your sister can play with the other kids. She wanted to call Sukuna and ask him to come. He never showed up even though he said he would.

By the time dusk broke, you packed everything and went home to think.

After the museum incident, you got blacklisted by other museums around the city. Even private artists avoid you. Your professor, naturally, heard of the incident and lectured you about safety and how you should not have taken the internship for granted.

It spread like wildfire. Your boss at the bookshop had a talk with you as well. Wanting to know if Sukuna was connected with the vandalism at the shop. You told him you didn’t know and that it was possible. He decided to let you keep your job, but you are on leave.

Nobara filled the room with ‘I-told-you-so's. Though she stopped when she saw your vacant expression.

Everything you worked for is crumbling around you. At least Sukuna is looking for the bastard who did it, right?

Sukuna kisses your cheek when he walks in. It's late and your little sister is already in bed. “I’m here. Sorry I'm late.” He settles down next to you, grabbing your hand and kisses it.

“Sukuna, we have to talk.”

“Don’t worry, he won’t bother you again. There was just a little hitch.” You shake your head. “I don’t care. I don’t want to hear about it, either.” You reply quickly with a snappish tone.

He looks confused at first then his face settles in a raised eyebrow. “Look, Sukuna, I can’t continue to endanger my sister and I anymore.”

Sukuna sighs. “You won’t be. I took care of it.”

“I’m blacklisted and almost got fired. My boss is watching me tread on thin ice. I can’t lose my job or anything else.”

He says nothing but stares at you. “I think we should break up.”

Pain shoots through your heart as the words exit your trembling mouth. You really, really, like him. Maybe even love him. “No.”

“Sukuna-”

“I said no.”

“That’s not how it works. I can’t keep doing this. I'm losing everything because of you.”

“Me? You think I did all of this?”

“No! You are connected to it! Everything all leads back to you!”

He grabs your face gently but firmly. “I took care of it, (Y/n). You’re safe with me.”

“But my future isn’t!” You stand up. “I have dreams, goals, all of it! My sister does too!”

“I’ll give you it all, for fuck’s sake!” He stands up too.

“No, Sukuna. I'm not cut out for this life. Everything you do...it isn’t me.”

“Thank God you’re not doing it then, huh?” You want to touch his face. To comfort him and take back everything you said. At the same time, you want to shake him into understanding. “Sukuna, it’s over.”

He looks shocked. Like it is finally settling in that it is over, done. The lovely chapter is finished, and the page flipped.

“I love you, (Y/n).” The air is sucked out of the room. Neither of you have said it before. You always thought you’d be the first one to admit it. “I love you too. God knows I do. But I am so tired.”

You worked so hard for it all to crash down so suddenly. Those nights of the attacks were a special breed of terrifying. You could have died that day in the bookshop. The internship is gone, your work unsalvageable. The bookshop put you on unpaid leave.

He walks over to you and presses his lips to yours. Despite what has just been said, you fall into it with passion. He presses his forehead to yours.

“You know you’re my girl, right?” You don’t say anything. “Give the kid a hug for me, will ya?”

He leaves.

You cry.

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Two years later

As it turns out, your gut feeling was right. The shop owner fired you when your weeklong leave was up. Nobara talks to you from time to time. You finished school quickly, too. Now, you have got a local factory job. Hell, you even sell a few art pieces here and there. It all pays decently but not enough to keep your old apartment. So, you had to get a smaller one in the less savory part of town. It’s alright as long as your head’s down.

You walk home with your sister in your arms. She talks about her school and her kindergarten teacher. Apparently, she does not like her and insists on calling her teacher a witch.

You try to pay attention but it’s hard to. Lately, your mind has been all over the place since the violence in the city has gotten a bit more frequent. From what you can tell, it is all due to one man: Sukuna Ryoumen.

At least, that’s what you heard. That he has gotten so big that the police won’t touch him and that this whole thing is just punishment for those who thought they could go against him. Whatever. It has nothing to do with you.

That's what you have to remind yourself. Sukuna's dangerous. Not just to others but to you and your sister, no matter how much your sister says the opposite. That he was kind and that there was happiness. She isn't wrong about that part. But just because he showed you a part of himself, does not mean it's enough.

“Well, well, what do we have here?” You look up to see a man with scars on his face. Long grey hair and heterochromia add to his uniqueness.

“We don’t want any trouble.” You try to ease the situation and go around him. “That’s just too bad. I like the fight.”

“Ew.” Your sister looks at him with disgust. Just as he gets ready to take another step, you hear a deep voice from behind him. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Kuna!” Your sister calls with a big smile on her face. The man steps aside enough for you to see Sukuna stand there with his hands in his pockets. He has more tattoos and is bigger now. He’s stronger and looks a lot meaner than he did when you knew him.

The man with the grey hair sputters. “Sukuna! Long time no see! How ya been?”

“Ew.” Your sister says again. “Yeah, ew.” Sukuna agrees with her. Not that you don’t.

“I was just-”

“Get out of my sight.” The guy doesn’t wait. He takes off down the street so fast. Something tells you he won’t get far, though.

Awkwardly, you say, “Thanks...”

“You’re my girl, right?” He asks you. Your cheeks get warm at the question, but you don't answer. Not when the answer is obvious. Your sister jumps down and runs to him. Sukuna doesn’t hesitate to pick her up. He was always soft towards her.

“Come on, I'll take you two home.” A car pulls up, a model you can’t identify. He puts your sister inside and waits for you.

With a smile and warmth, you get inside.

#ryoumen sukuna #sukuna x reader #jjk #jjk fanfic #sukuna ryomen #sukuna ryoumen #gangster sukuna #idk what else to tag i'm awful at it

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moriche · 1 month ago

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This week Sujamma wants to hear all about your big ideas. What’s a new story idea or OC idea you have? Maybe you haven’t fleshed it out yet - this is a great opportunity!

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So one of the story ideas I have that I'm gonna ramble about is tentatively called "The Killing Moon". It's a story that will take place after both Morrowind and Tribunal and before Oblivion; and it will focus on Sharn gra-Muzgob. She's the Friendly Neighbourhood Orc Necromancer from Morrowind, and in my fanfic she ends up with my Nerevarine Telvanni OC; Veryn. The Killing Moon takes place around the Imperial City, after Veryn gets exiled from Morrowind due to Hlaalu Helseth shenanigans. Sharn follows him to the city he was born, but it's a city she's entirely new to. By then, she's replaced Ranis Athrys as the head of the Balmora Mages Guild, and she's able to transfer to a similar rank in the Arcane University, working under Hannibal Traven. The same Hannibal Traven and the same Arcane University that banished her boyfriend years ago for being involved in an accidental death - and the same Hannibal Traven that her boyfriend still holds a grudge against. The same Hannibal Traven too, that went after Sharn's mentor from Orsinium because she was a necromancer: Ulliceta gra-Kogg. Except this time, Hannibal Traven is actually looking for a Friendly Neighbourhood Necromancer to help him out, because there's rumours of black soul gems and rumours of the Necromancer's Moon... and rumours of the Worm Cult. I haven't gotten to all the fine details yet, but I know Ulliceta will play a role; possibly hiding within Frostcrag Spire. The Psijics will also show up, most probably in the form of Quaranir. Traven distrusts the Psijics, as does the Emperor, so Quaranir will have to lay low. He may, however, realise that Veryn isn't affiliated with the guild and try to contact Sharn indirectly via her boyfriend. The Orrery DLC will also play a role in the meantime because of the Necromancers Moon. Edwinna Elbert from the Ald'Ruhn Mages Guild may make an appearance, together with her Telvanni partner: Baladas Demnevanni. And yep, they know Veryn quite well. Sharn will be pulled into a ton of different directions by people that all want something from her. Her boyfriend, who's not in the most stable mental state after everything that happened to him in Morrowind. Her boss, Hannibal Traven, who pushes her deeper and deeper into forbidden necromantic research, believing that to defeat the enemy he needs to know the weapons of the enemy. There may even be a point where Sharn will end up experimenting on the bodies of prisoners (yep, that's canon) which leads to a very painful confrontation with Veryn who was incarcated in the Imperial Prison himself. Then there's her old mentor, Ulliceta, who may or may not have deeper ties to the Worm Cult (and maybe the Ideal Masters? Maybe?) than she pretends. Not to mention the Psijics in the background, who say they can't openly act yet have a lot of history with Mannimarco they never fully dealt with. Not to mention she gets pulled in deeper and deeper into more and more dangerous, life-and-afterlife-threatening events. She's seen her boyfriend walk to his death at Red Mountain. Now it's her turn.

#tes #sujamma sundays #oc: veryn #sharn gra-muzgob #oblivion #mages guild #morichewrites #tesblr

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tacoteddy22 · 19 days ago

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Love Drug

Chapter 1 - Let's get started

Pairing: Sylus x fem!OC

Featuring: Zayne, Luke & Kieran

Words: 1,344

Summary: The twins get hurt and go to the ER to be treated by Dr. Valerie Tatsu and she is not intimidated by Sylus at all as he tries to hide his own injury

A/N: OMG first fic. These two have been brewing in my head for a long time. Some real fun stuff is to come :)

C/W: medical talk, some talk of blood and wounds, very minor - I am not a doctor.

Four more hours to go. Four hours and this shift from hell would be over and Valerie could crawl into bed to sleep until the end of time. She closed her eyes and listened to the symphony of the ER - the beeping monitors and the whoosh of a curtain being pulled, the quiet murmur of voices interrupted by a cry or a laugh. She looked around, noted each patient and ran through the mental checklist of each one.

Bed 1: 37 year old female with minor leg lacerations - waiting on sutures.

Bed 2: 14 year old male with a dislocated knee from a fall - ortho consult was called and should be there soon.

Bed 3: 67 year old male with complaint of chest pain- cardio is talking to him about the surgery needed to repair the damage done from a heart attack.

“Dr. Tatsu, two more incoming in the bay, looks like a broken leg from the Wanderer attack.” A friendly voice pulled Val from her thoughts and she focused on the nurse speaking to her. “The other is his twin. No visible injury, but they have a sensory link so he is feeling his brother's pain.”

“Thank you, Judy. Let’s get another bed in the room so they can be together.” Val pulled her long, golden brown hair from her ponytail and quickly retied it up into a bun. She cracked her neck from side to side and stretched her back out, her body sore from being pushed hard for so long today. Early that morning clusters of Wanderers had popped up all over Linkon City and the emergency department of Akso Hospital was packed with victims of the attack. The number of victims arriving had slowed significantly, but there were still patients to be seen that hadn’t been involved in the attacks.

Val took a deep breath and headed over to the ambulance bay to wait for the arriving rig. The patient was a young male, 19 years old. Compound fracture of the left femur. Injured in the Wanderer attack near the N109 Zone. His twin brother was in pain from the sensory link they shared. The ambulance pulled up and paramedics pulled the patients out as they rattled of vitals and what they had done for them in the field. Both had been given pain medication and mild sedation to keep them from worsening the injury and pain management.

“Kieran, Luke, you’re at Akso Hospital. We’re going to take very good care of you.” Valerie grabbed one of the young men’s hand as she walked in with the rest of the medical team. They quickly moved the patients to the hospital bed and began their examination.

“Let’s get ortho back down here and go ahead and book an OR.”

“Judy, grab cardio from Bed 3! He’s forming some bruising around the chest that they should look at.”

“They are both stable. Let’s keep them comfortable with .2mg of morphine.”

Now that the men were stable, Valerie let the resident doctors and the nurses finish and she turned to the man that came in with him. He was a very tall, brooding man with silver hair and red eyes. He remained calm as he stood with his hands in his pockets observing each person with a lethal calm. His sharp features looked like they were cut from marble and he gave off a 'don't fuck with me' kind of attitude. Valerie approached him without hesitation to find out more about what happened and who her patients were.

"Hi, I'm Dr. Tatsu. I'm overseeing their medical care in the ER today. Are Luke and Kieran your… brothers?” Valerie looked up at him and waited for a response. He raked his eyes over her and wore an expression Val couldn’t quite read. Boredom? Annoyance? Was he trying to intimidate her?

“I’m their employer.” He said smoothly. Despite the lack of emotion in his words, his rich deep voice surrounded her like mist.

“Employer, right. What’s your name? Can you tell me more about their sensory connection, how deep does it go?” Valerie looked the man in the eyes waiting for a response.

“Sylus Qin. Their sensory connection is deep. They can see, feel, hear everything the other does. They can speak telepathically as well," he spoke tightly. He still hadn’t moved from the same spot. If he hadn’t been speaking, one might think he was a statue, maybe he really was cut from marble.

“Thank you, Mr. Qin. I’ll make sure the surgeons know to put Luke under anesthesia as well. Kieran will obviously need surgery to repair his bone and close the skin and there will be quite a bit of recovery time as well. But we can review that with you -” The curtain was pulled back and Dr. Li came in.

“Zayne, I didn’t expect you to come down for a consult. Good of you to come visit us in the trenches!” Val greeted the cardio surgeon warmly and ran through her concerns.

“It has been some time since I've been down here. I agree with your assessment on the bruising. He has an irregular heartbeat and he’s short of breath even under sedation. I’m going to have him put on a heart monitor and I’ll join Dr. Preston in surgery to monitor while under anesthesia,” Dr. Li stated cooly.

"That's great, thank you." Val thanked Zayne as he left and she offered a seat to Sylus.

"Mr. Qin, the nurses will show you to the waiting room while they are in surgery, but you can wait here for now," she gestured to one of the chairs next to Luke's bed. Sylus stared at her and shook his head.

"No, I'll stay standing." His voice sounded strained.

Val cocked her head and looked at Sylus curiously, "This attack was outside the N109 zone, yeah? I don't recall the Association report showing the clusters were very far outside the city center. And the Wanderers that showed up were pretty low level. Nothing large or powerful enough to crack a femur." She slowly stepped towards him as she mused out loud. She was standing before him looking up at him. Fuck, he was tall. And beautiful.

He bent his head down with an amused smirk on his face and stared into her green eyes. "What exactly are you getting at, doctor?"

"I guess this is my way of deducing that the twins weren't the only ones hurt today. You haven't moved since you came in, your voice is strained, your skin looks clammy. What happened?" Val waited patiently for him to answer. They stared each other down for a several seconds before he finally spoke.

"My arm. One of them managed to leave a gash before the twins took it down." He said with clear pain in his voice. He pulled out his arm and she winced at the large wound on his right forearm and grabbed a towel to put pressure on the wound to stop the bleeding.

"Oof that is nasty. It doesn’t look too deep, but its already showing signs of infection. I am going to go grab a suture kit. Sit. I'll be right back," she cringed as she inspected the wound further then turned on her heel and left the room, leaving no room for argument let alone a response.

Sylus shook his head and sat in the chair she had commanded he sit in. No one had commanded him to do anything and survived since... well, he didn't like to think about that – about her – anymore. He glanced over at Luke and Kieran. They were sleeping peacefully and guilt panged in his gut. He shouldn't have been out with them so long, they should have gone back to rest. He pushed forward and got Kieran hurt in the process, his own injuries served as punishment for his actions. He took a deep breath and steeled himself once more as Val came back in the room with the supplies need to stitch up his arm.

"Alright, let's get started."

#love and deepspace #love and deepspace sylus #sylus #sylus qin #lads sylus #sylus love and deepspace #sylus x oc #female oc

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aro-pancake-writes · 20 days ago

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I'm back, I think...

Been a while, but now I'm playing BG3 and completely in love with a certain wizard. I think it has something to do with the dorkiness.

Anyway, I did a write! \o/

And there's also my OC! Arkul, a rather stubborn silver dragonborn paladin.

Thank you, @silent-moons-camp for the courage to post it!

Divine Defiance

Elminster was here.

He came by their camp. He ate their best cheese and drank their best wine.

And he told Gale to kill himself to earn Mystra’s forgiveness.

Arkul huffs, tail shaking in sharp movements as he gets up from his tent and goes to the furthest corner of their camp.

As luck would have it, Lae'zel was practicing earlier, so there's a training dummy here, that Arkul promptly starts to punch and claw at.

He sees her in this dummy. Her smug smile, her emotionless eyes, her pretty face as she sent someone else to deliver a message like that. She didn't even have the courage to show up!

He can see his claws digging into her chest, carving out her heart as a gift to Gale. As proof of his own love, he'll give him her heart, the thing he wanted for so long but she could never part with.

He keeps at it, until there's not much more than a pile of rags, straw and splinter, and a soft hand on his back. Arkul turns, breathless, to find Gale. He looks like he's been crying, scared and not the ever optimistic he said himself to be when they got the news.

“I'm sorry. I didn't mean to disturb you.” He starts, hands fidgety as he looks away. “I didn't want to be alone.”

Not thinking, Arkul jumps at Gale, pulling him to a tight hug. He purrs as they fall to their knees, finding a comfortable position to hold… not his wizard. He's still Mystra's.

“You're never alone, little one.” Arkul says, wishing he could kiss and comfort Gale properly.

“Not when you have something to say about it?” Gale laughs, a weak and half hearted laugh, before it dies to give place to his curious eyes. Gale's hands start to wander on Arkul's scales, feeling for the texture and hardness of the scales and muscles beneath. “Can I touch your horns?” He asks, bluntly, earning a chuckle.

“Only you can. But…” Arkul looks around, to where one too many tents are lit in the night. “Not here. No one will get a good night's sleep today.”

They get up, headed to Arkul's tent.

Once inside, Arkul is the first to sit down, offering Gale a hand to help him sit, guiding him to straddle his hips.

“Where, specifically, are you curious about?” Arkul whispers once Gale is comfortable.

“The chest plates, how they're bigger and seem polished…” Gale says, hands gently touching Arkul's chest. “Your face, the horns and plating on your forehead…” And he does.

His fingers move slowly, going from the turquoise tips of his ram like horns all the way to their silver roots, where they meet the smaller horns on the top of his head. He follows those, up and down again, feeling for the sharp plates on his forehead, moving down to his snout and lips, where he…

Arkul closes his eyes, shrugging off the mental image of them kissing, of the mutual touching. To feed Gale's curiosity like this feels more intimate, caring and sensual than any lover Arkul's ever been with.

He can feel the way his tail is tightly wrapped around Gale's calf, almost if possessively. And so can Gale.

He expertly wraps his arms around Arkul's waist, feeling for where the tail starts, getting a weak whimper from the Dragonborn. So, he continues. Feeling the smooth hard scales, gently coaxing his calf free from the tip.

“Wait…” Arkul pants, gently tugging his tail from Gale's hands as he reaches the tip. “Please. It's…” From the way he's looking, breathless, eyes hazy, legs trembling… one could think that…

“It's sensitive?” Gale asks, feeling a playful smirk on his lips as an idea forms. “You know that the orb is stable now, right? We can be together.”

“Not like this.” Arkul suddenly has his composure back, ripping his tail from Gale's hands. “I'm not getting together with you, just so you can have a last hurrah before-” The words choke on his throat. He can't utter them. Not like this. So he takes in a deep breath and blink away the tears forming in his eyes. “So, if we're gonna do this, please tell me you're not really considering that.”

Gale looks away. Ashamed.

“Can I at least sleep on it?” He tries to get up, to leave, but Arkul's arms are like steel on his waist.

“Yes, dearest.” Arkul pulls them both to lay down on his bed roll, keeping Gale close against his chest. “But not without a small taste of all you'd be missing. All the cuddles at night, the lovely walks in the moonlight, the-” His voice breaks again.

He doesn't have him. He doesn't have Gale. Not yet. And he's about to lose him, for Mystra.

“The kisses?” Gale asks, leaning to place a gentle peck on the Dragonborns snout. “The hugs? The love?” Arkul nods slightly, still stunned by the kiss. “You're not letting me sleep in my own bed tonight, are you?”

“No. You're staying here, where I know you won't do anything stupid.” He tightens his grip, ensuring Gale won't be able to go.

“Me? Stupid?” Gale laughs, real amusement playing in his eyes. “Guess I do have a track record for it, right? Falling for the goddess of magic, the orb, being taken by Mind Flayers…”

“Falling for me.” Arkul mutters. It's been common knowledge in the camp for a while now, their feelings. If even Lae'zel commented on it, it's pretty obvious to everyone else.

“No. That…” Gale smiles, placing a kiss on Arkul's lips, making him purr. “That was the smartest thing I did in a while.”

“Look, I'm…” Arkul opens his arms, looking away. “If you don't want to be here tonight, you can-”

His words are cut by Scratch and the owlbear cub making their way into the tent, and laying down next to them, promptly falling asleep.

“How could I ever leave now?” Gale curls up against Arkul's chest, smiling softly. “This is the most comfortable place ever.”

Arkul feels relief flooding his chest as Gale lays on his shoulder, an arm draped across his stomach, as his tail wraps back on Gale's calf possessively.

Arkul turns off the lantern, smiling to himself.

“I am- was- considering using the orb to keep everyone safe.” Gale whispers in the darkness. “To keep you safe.”

“Even if I can't see a bright future for myself without you in it?” Arkul says, turning on his side to see Gale's face.

“But you'd still have a future.” His voice breaks, bringing a hand up to cradle the Dragonborns chin, gently avoiding the sharp edges. “Another chance at love maybe. And if we don't find another way, I wish I could go knowing that…” he stops, looking anywhere but the turquoise green orbs that seem to glow in the dark. “That at least someone I loved could love me back.”

Arkul leans down, touching his forehead to Gales. His hands go to the wizards soft hair, gently combing it back as he feels the silky strands.

“We will find another way. We'll get rid of the Absolute without sacrifice.” He states, firm in his belief. “And, if anything happens to you, I'll find a way to bring you back.”

“No! Please. What about your oath? You can't meddle in affairs of life and death.” Gale starts to panic. Arkuls paladin oath, to the ancient gods…

“It won't matter. Not if I can't hold you like this again.” Arkul lets out a deep breath, closing his eyes as a growl threatens to leave his chest. “The gods will have to understand it, deal with it, accept that there's nothing for me here without you, and no one can stop me from getting you back.”

Gale dares a weak smile, hands moving to grip on Arkul's horns. The dragonborn opens his eyes, suddenly hungry and desperate.

“And what would you do, to get me back?” Gale asks, feeling his confidence rising with the way Arkul looks at him.

“You wouldn't want to know. You wouldn't like it.” He says, tail tightening on Gales leg, as if that alone is capable of stopping him from doing it.

“Maybe I do.” Gale smiles, coaxing Arkul back by the horns, enjoying the power he has over someone much bigger and stronger with something as simple as this. “What would you do? Who would you hunt?”

“First,” he relents, “I'd go after Mystra. And carve out her heart as retaliation for what she did to you. And keep her alive to see it all.” Gale can't help the shudder of fear running through his veins, fear for anyone stupid enough to stand in Arkul's path, keeping him from his vengeance. “Then, after any god of death that will let me bring you back, just the way you are now. Not like the monstrosity that Mayrina got. This, nice, and soft, and pure in a unique way that only you can be.”

“And what if they deny you? If they tell you that you can only have me with your own death?” Gale dares, unsure if he wants to know more, but his curiosity getting the better of him.

“Then, if I have to, I'll go grab you in the afterlife. Bring you home, back to your tower, where we can live happily, have lovely nights in, sitting with a book by the fireplace, having some wine, while Tara naps nearby.” Arkul finishes with plans made long ago in quiet lonely nights. Plans that once seemed like a real future now feel like an unreachable dream.

Gale watches him silently, looking for any doubt, any fear or hesitation in the dragonborns glowing eyes. He finds none. Only certainty, determination, and devotion. But then it falters. It all crackles down to reveal sorrow as Arkul lets go of his waist, his tail unwraps from his leg, and he pushes off, almost like Gale could burn him.

“I told you. It's not a pretty plan. It's not a path I'd like to take, but one I'm willing to go through.” Arkuls breath falters. “I understand if you want to go. Maybe someone else could be a better source of comfort than me.”

“I'm not going.” Gale sits up, straddling Arkul's hips and grabbing his tail. “No one ever made me such promises. And, I would be lying if I said I wouldn't do the same for you. No matter the cost.” He lays back on Arkuls chest, fingers running lightly over the sensitive tail tip, getting a restrained growl in response. His lips turn into a gentle smile, feeling again for that power to control his own dragon.

“So, now what?” Arkul asks, feeling their connection strengthen.

“Now, I enjoy the perfect temperature of your body, and go to sleep. And, if we're lucky, we'll meet in the weave again.” Gale closes his eyes, still holding on to Arkuls tail.

Arkul laughs, letting himself be taken by sleep. He has Gale in his arms. His Gale now, even if neither is ready to admit yet.

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