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asdfghjklmals · 1 year ago

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FATED TO LOVE YOU✩༶‧˚

GENRE + T/W: sfw, fluff, angst. talks about death and graves. WORD COUNT: 7.9k words. TAGS: satoru gojo x fem!oc, high school lovers.

SYNOPSIS: oc gojo girlfriend and satoru go back to her clan’s estate to meet her family. while they're there, they learn about a famous legend between their clans. AUTHOR'S NOTE: this fic follows 'meet the gojos' click here to read. omg, the two finally say the 'L' word to each other... get ready for more of big brother touya! and you already know who fuckin' stole the inverted spear of heaven in this au... because yes, i'm gonna write my own version of satoru getting his ass beat by toji next. artwork is from furuba anime. REMINDER: if you want to imagine yourself in oc gojo girlfriend's character descriptions instead, please do!

"are you bringing the gojo kid with you this time?" touya asked in a snide tone.

“first of all, he has a name, touya. it’s satoru.” you barked back at your brother over the phone. the man in question was laying his head in your lap, your fingers running through his soft white hair.

touya huffed, "is he going to use the front door this time?"

you glowered at satoru, who so innocently smiled at you after hearing touya's comment over the speaker. the first time you went back to osaka to visit your clan after moving into the dorms at jujutsu high was the first time you and satoru had been away from each other since you started 'spending more time together', for the lack of better words. satoru had teleported into your room and you didn't tell anyone in your clan that he was there. touya ended up walking in on you sneaking satoru food from the kitchen.

touya chuckled, "—i should've electrocuted his ass for sneaking into the estate. but since he's your only friend, i looked the other way.”

"whatever, touya. i have other friends besides satoru and their names are shoko, suguru, kento, and yu."

"well, we look forward to your visit. gramps is really excited to meet the gojo kid."

you corrected him again, "it's satoru—"

"right, satoru." touya corrected himself, "anyways, i'll talk to you later. sounds like we have a problem going on in the cursed tools storage room."

"wait wh—"

the line disconnected. you scoffed. how could touya just hang up on you like that? you looked down at the white haired sorcerer who's head was still laying in your lap, dozing off peacefully without a care in the world. he probably fell asleep when you started scratching his undercut. a relaxing, soothing gesture you always did for him so he could fall asleep in your arms... and in this case, in your lap.

later that day

"genkei is your grandpa. kanae is your grandma." satoru recited back confidently as he laid next to you on the picnic blanket in the middle of the jujutsu high sparring field.

you turned on your side, elbow propping you up, your palm supporting your head. you corrected him, "kanae is my mom. kanao is my grandma."

satoru face palmed his forehead in defeat, "i thought i was going to get it right this time."

you caressed his cheek with your palm, stroking gently on his cheekbone with your thumb, "it's okay, let's start over. what's my dad's name?"

"fujitaka." satoru answered confidently again.

you smiled at him and ruffled his hair. he was finally starting to remember the names of your family members.

"okay, let me try this again," satoru said as he took a deep breath, "genkei is your grandpa. fujitaka is your dad. kanao is your grandma. kanae is your mom. and touya is your brother."

"you got it!" you exclaimed, flinging your arms around him and kissing his cheek. you felt satoru's arms swing your body on top of his. you hugged him tightly. he started to smile proudly, seeing as you we're so excited about him getting all your family members' names correct.

you looked down at him, brushing your long hair behind your ear, "are you nervous?"

"who wouldn't be nervous? i'm meeting my girlfriend's family." satoru muttered back at you. the always-confident satoru gojo hated to admit his weaknesses, especially in front of you.

you booped his slender nose, "now you now know i felt when i met your family, mr. gojo."

"i don't know what you're talking about miss (l/n)." satoru feigned ignorance. he laughed at the thought of how much his family adored you, "—my family is obsessed with you."

you teased him, poking and pinching at his sides, "are they more obsessed with me than you are?"

"absolutely not!" satoru said in disbelief as he pushed your fingers away and clutched his chest dramatically. you rolled your eyes at the drama queen king named satoru gojo.

he wrapped his arms around you as you laid your head against his chest. you could feel his breath against the top of your head, fanning against your hair, his heart beating quickly.

satoru slyly shot his shot, "can i give you a lil' kiss so i can show you just how obsessed i am with you?"

"nice try." you laughed as you pushed yourself off from his chest and got up from the picnic blanket to start walking back to the dining hall. you had left satoru smiling like a fool behind you.

he got up to lean back on his elbows. he called out to you, "you're just gonna leave me hanging?"

"yup!" you yelled back at him, putting your hand up to wave goodbye. you didn't look back at him so that you could fight against the temptation of his beautiful blue eyes and that charming grin that always captivated you.

"so feisty." he chuckled, watching you walk away from him.

osaka, japan: at the (l/n) estate

your spirit birds few around in the sky above you and satoru. they were happy to be back home in the beautiful city of osaka. you led satoru through a cobblestone walkway where cherry blossom trees and white concrete walls lined the trail to the entrance of your clan’s estate. the entrance to your clan's estate was met with a red, arched hashi bridge.

"this is wayyy different from my place." satoru said in awe as he looked around at the surroundings, "there's a lot of red here at your clan's estate."

ever since you were young, you were told that red symbolized happiness and auspiciousness and that's why your clan's estate had so much red architecture. after crossing the hashi bridge, cobblestone steps led you and satoru to the front of the estate.

"miss (y/n)!" a familiar voice called out to greet you.

"arisa!" you waved back at the welcoming voice. arisa approached you and satoru, pointing at him and giving you the 'who is this?' look.

you made proper introductions, "arisa. this is my boyfriend—satoru gojo. satoru, this is arisa—she was my nanny growing up. she's the head of the housekeepers here at the estate."

satoru bowed politely, "nice to meet you. i'm satoru gojo of the gojo clan."

"it's nice to meet you too, satoru. let me escort you both to the tea room. i'm afraid it's been pure chaos at the estate today." arisa turned to you and frowned, "i'm sorry we weren't able to welcome you and satoru properly, miss (y/n)."

"does it have to do with the cursed tools storage room?" you asked arisa with concern, thinking about the converastion you had with touya yesterday.

she sighed and looked down at her feet, "i'm afraid so. master touya and grandmaster genkei have been investigating with the wind element users."

the wind element users were (l/n) clan members who were in charge of the estate's security and surveillance. you thought to yourself that it only made sense that touya and grandpa were working with them to find out how someone could get into your estate without being noticed. the security here was impeccable, even you had issues sneaking in and out growing up.

"is there anything we can do to help?" satoru asked, trying to be helpful. he noticed the way your eyebrows furrowed, the way your green eyes darkened to a brunswick green, and the way your lips pursed to the side in a half frown, half pout. that was the specific face you had when you were worried, and you had that face on right now.

arisa smiled at the both of you, "i believe master touya would rather have you and miss (y/n) enjoy your stay with no worries. you can leave the rest to us."

satoru nodded. you grabbed his hand, intertwining your fingers with his. you gave him a soft smile and squeezed his hand to show your appreciation, mouthing a quiet ‘thank you’ to him. he'd get brownie points with arisa for that one.

arisa led you and satoru to the tea room. your family used this room as a meeting room to receive guests, but mainly as a living room where everyone could sit down and enjoy tea and snacks. it was the most central room in the estate and it was one of your favorite rooms. during the days, you could open the ceiling up so that sunshine could flood the room. and during the nights, you could see the thousands of stars that filled the night sky.

"madam kanao should be here soon, i have to get back to prepare for dinner and to make sure the guest room is set up for mr. gojo." arisa reported back to you.

"where is grandma anyway?" you asked curiously.

"she's in a meeting with the elders at the moment. i believe master touya and grandmaster genkei should be there as well."

what in the world was happening that both of your grandparents and touya had to get involved? usually it was one or the other, but not both.

"there's fresh green tea in the pot, and i've left your favorite cookies on the tray." arisa said as she bowed. you watched as your old nanny scurried away, leaving you and satoru behind.

satoru tried to lighten the mood, nudging his elbow into your arm, "aren't you going to tell her that i'm sleeping in your room?"

"satoru—" you giggled, "i think this is serious business."

"sleeping accommodations is serious business too." he grinned back at you.

you and satoru sat down on the soft black couch. red throw pillows decorated the u-shaped sectional. satoru leaned forward and grabbed the porcelain teapot that was sitting on the stone coffee table. he poured you a cup of tea while he bit into a cookie. you sipped at your tea, feeling the warmth glide down your throat and into your tummy.

you watched satoru shove more cookies into his mouth, the sun's rays hitting the top of his head. his hair reflected so beautifully in the sun, it was almost a silver in this lighting. he always looked so radiant to you. you kissed the back of your teeth at how annoying it was that satoru looked good in any lighting and at any time of day. you gave yourself a self-satisfied smirk at the sight of the handsome sorcerer sitting next to you... and he was all yours.

moments later, you heard the sliding door to the tea room open. a woman with short grey hair, walked into the room. her eyes a blazing golden yellow. satoru watched as you stood up to bow to her. he followed your lead and got up from his seat to bow as well.

"hi grandma." you greeted the woman warmly. she reached for your arms, patting your shoulders and bringing you into her arms for a hug. she then looked over at satoru.

"is this who i think it is?" she asked. "is this the satoru gojo?"

"it is." you said with a proud smile. "grandma, meet my boyfriend."

"it's a pleasure to meet you, ma'am." satoru greeted your grandmother, bowing in her presence.

"ai! no bowing!" she smacked his shoulder playfully. satoru jumped back in surprise. she reminded him of his own grandmother in that instant. "please call me grandma kanao. the gojo clan and our clan are very good friends. your grandmother has told me a lot about you, satoru.”

"only good things i hope, grandma kanao." satoru chuckled as he emphasized addressing your grandmother. he scratched the back of his head nervously.

"oh, she told me over the phone yesterday all about how you stole my granddaughter's heart." grandma kanao teased the white-haired sorcerer. "are you two comfortable? is the tea still warm? did arisa give you enough cookies?"

you sighed at your grandma's overbearingness and sat back down on the couch. "everything is fine, grandma. what’s going on? where’s grandpa and touya?"

you watched as your grandmother's eyebrows furrowed. she looked concerned. "(y/n). the inverted spear of heaven has been stolen."

the inverted spear of what? you didn't think that you knew of that cursed object... but why did it sound so familiar?

"what does that cursed object do, grandma?"

"the inverted spear of heaven has the power to completely nullify a cursed technique. it can stop any technique that it comes in contact with."

your jaw dropped in surprise. you didn’t know that your clan had a cursed tool so powerful. that meant that this cursed tool could cut through your protective water barrier technique... that also meant that it could completely stop satoru's limitless technique and bypass infinity.

"why do we have a cursed tool like that?" you asked, "shouldn't that be locked away someplace safe?"

"that's the thing, my child. it was locked away someplace safe. the gojo clan entrusted that tool to us 400 years ago."

you had so many questions. why would the gojo clan give such a powerful cursed tool to your clan? especially one that could kill someone from their clan.

"satoru's sobo wanted me to tell you the legend of the six eyes and water technique user." grandma kanao said softly, “the legend also has to do with the inverted spear of heaven.”

satoru was ready to hear the story. he leaned back in his seat and crossed his legs, "finally! everyone keeps talking about this legend!"

"it's not known as public knowledge to the jujutsu society," grandma kanao chuckled, "—but between the gojo clan and the (l/n) clan, it's very important."

you put your hand on top of satoru's. he looked over at you and shot you a grin. "okay, grandma kanao! let’s hear it."

grandma kanao took a deep breath and began the story.

"400 years ago, the gojo clan's six eyes user at the time, fell in love with our clan's last water user. believe it or not, the six eyes user was a woman and the water user was a man, the opposite of you and satoru." she giggled at the realization. “isn’t it such a coincidence?”

"wait. you said they were in love?" you asked, eyes wide with surprise. you had never heard this story before, even when you found out that you were the water user. satoru cocked his head to the side, now he was very intrigued by this story.

"yes. they were. they were set to be married." grandma kanao continued, "they were the reason that the gojo clan and our clan have such a strong alliance. the reason that we have the inverted spear of heaven is because the six eyes gave our water user the spear for safekeeping. she knew that this spear could nullify the gojo clan's limitless and infinity, so consider it an act of trust between the two lovers."

"so my clan gave your clan the spear knowing that your clan would keep it safe from any enemies of the gojo clan..." satoru said out loud, putting 2+2 together.

you looked at him, "that must mean that they meant a lot to each other... to trust each other with a cursed tool like that."

the act of giving your lover the cursed tool that could ultimately lead to your death? you wondered if satoru would ask you to do the same for him if he was in the previous six eyes' shoes.

"since the spear is now missing... we've notified the gojo clan." grandma kanao sighed, "it's dangerous for you and satoru if we do not know the whereabouts of the cursed tool."

"that's probably why my clan elders wanted me to have my infinity on 24/7 now. they wanted me to work on reversed cursed techniques too..." satoru realized. if a cursed tool like that was stolen, that meant that he would always need to be on guard. he would really have to get his shit together now.

"until we find the spear, the both of you will just have to stay alert." grandma kanao warned the both of you.

"do we know who stole it?" you asked.

grandma kanao frowned and shook her head, "all we know is that it's a man with dark hair, possibly from the zen’nin clan."

your grandma knew better than to point fingers without proof. she ended the conversation about who they thought the culprit was. the three of you sat there in silence sipping tea and eating cookies.

"grandma, what else do you know about this couple?" you asked curiously, trying to cut through the awkwardness.

you wanted to know more about this love story. what were the chances that you, the water user of the (l/n) clan, would fall in love with satoru, the six eyes user of the gojo clan, in this lifetime?

grandma kanao pondered, trying to recall any stories of the legendary couple, "i believe your grandfather said that our last water user died trying to protect the six eyes."

you felt gutted hearing that. you wished that they got a happily ever after... but that meant that you wouldn't have met satoru if they did. was death going to be the same fate for you and satoru too? you felt his hands squeeze yours, trying to comfort you and shoo away any negative thoughts in your mind.

"i think i know what that fight was." satoru added to the conversation, "my grandparents told me that the six eyes user and a ten shadows technique user fought to their deaths for the aristocracy. the kamo clan and the zen'nin clan must have worked together on it if a (l/n) clan member died."

satoru remembered the story you told him the night he took you to shibuya for your birthday. the kamo clan was your clan's enemy due to the fact that your last water user could control blood. (read 'love at first fight' here)

"that's exactly right, satoru." grandma kanao said. she sighed, "it's almost too good to be true, seeing you and my granddaughter together. your sensei, masamichi yaga, mentioned that you two could be reincarnations of them. if you believe in reincarnation that is.”

reincarnation. the rebirth of a soul inside a new body. could all of this be true? so many thoughts were racing inside your head about it. you felt sick to your stomach.

"well, that should be enough story telling for now." grandma kanao said as she stood up from her spot on the couch. "i'm sure touya and your grandfather want to see you and satoru."

you and satoru watched as your grandmother turned to walk out of the tea room. you both stood up and looked at each other. would this change the way you and satoru viewed each other and your relationship? satoru didn’t look like he was affected by the information, but you, you looked like you were starting to question your own existence.

as you and satoru stepped into the hallway, two sets of eyes peer over at you. one golden-yellow, and one ruby-red.

"grandpa!" you called out, smiling. you ran into your grandpa's arms, hugging him. you dragged him back to meet satoru, "grandpa, this is my boyfriend, satoru gojo."

you turned to satoru, "satoru, this is my grandpa and legendary fire user, genkei (l/n)."

"it's an honor to meet you!" satoru said out loud, quickly bowing to your grandfather. he turned to touya, "it's nice to see you again as well, touya-san."

you had never heard satoru add honorifics to anyone's name in the couple of months you’ve known the man. he was really trying to put in an effort to impress your family. you coughed, trying to hide your laugh.

"the gojo clan's treasure." grandpa genkei laughed, "let me take a look at you, son!" he put his hands on satoru's shoulders, patting them firmly.

“call me grandpa or grandpa genkei. i’m sure my wife has already told you to call her grandma as well.” your grandfather added. “—how are you ojii and sobo? and your parents?”

“uhhh—”

"awww, gramps, leave the kid alone." touya interrupted your grandfather bombarding satoru with questions, "how about you and (y/n) catch up while i have a chat with the gojo kid."

you shot a stone cold glare at your bother, "his name is satoru."

"right, right. satoru." touya rolled his eyes at you, "hey, satoru! how about we head to the sparring dojo?"

you could see signs of nervousness in satoru's body language. whenever he was nervous, his blue eyes leered and his shoulders tensed. you walked up to him and whispered in his ear, "you’ll be fine, babe."

satoru gulped as you pat his chest, you looked over at your brother, "don't scare my boyfriend off, please."

"wouldn't dream of it." touya shot back with a grin, "i wanna see what the kid can do."

you and your grandparents watched as touya led satoru to the sparring dojo. satoru looked back at you with worried eyes. you blew him a kiss and waved goodbye as they turned down the hallway.

the sparring dojo

behind him, touya shut the door to the dojo. he wiped the dust off his hands and stretched his arms and legs. satoru gulped, he was so nervous right now. the last time he was this nervous was when he took you to shibuya for the first time (he liked to consider that night your first date).

when touya turned to face him, satoru straightened his posture and turned on his infinity, ready to get zapped by touya’s cursed technique at any second.

touya (l/n). the king of close combat. that was his nickname when he was a student at jujutsu high. because touya wielded an electric cursed technique, his close combat was lethal. he could paralyze people and curses when fighting with his cursed technique.

satoru thought that he himself was pretty damn skilled at close combat, but was he on par to be able to spar with your brother?

satoru started to apologize for his last visit, “first off—i’d like to say sor—”

“no need to apologize about sneaking into the estate from your last visit. (y/n) brought you back here for a reason. it's obvious my little sister likes you.” touya brushed satoru off, he was going to ask the million dollar question instead, “satoru gojo! answer this. what do you even like about my sister?”

satoru stood in the middle of the dojo, dumbfounded that touya wasn’t going to fight him to test his strength or his jujutsu. instead, he was going to attack him with questions about his relationship with you. touya had already found out satoru gojo's weakness. it was anything pertaining to you.

"what could the six eyes from the gojo clan like about my stubborn, feisty little sister?" touya curiously asked.

“well,” satoru gulped nervously, “i like her personality.”

satoru shot himself in the foot for the most basic answer he just gave your brother. that was definitely not going to win him over.

“boringggg.” touya sang, “come on, kid. you’re not convincing me that you actually like her. i know for a fact her personality is not that great. i’m her brother, i can say that.”

satoru felt like his chest was going to explode. he couldn’t breathe normally or focus because he was so nervous. he stammered when he tried to answer again, “i—i like how caring she is towards others. i even like how feisty she gets when she’s mad. i like her eyes, how they change to different shades of green depending on her mood. i like her laugh because it’s… cute.”

touya nodded his head and folded his arms. he liked what he heard so far, “—is that all?”

“no, not at all!” satoru shouted as he stepped foward to face your older brother with the little confidence he had left, “—i like that she doesn’t care about how i’m supposed to be the strongest or that i'm the first in 400 years to have the six eyes. she's the only person that has ever looked past all my flaws… and there are a lot of them. she's special to me. and i want to be with her for as long as she'll let me."

"satoru," touya started to say, "you know... me and my sister lost our parents at a young age. i grew up taking care of her. there's nothing in this world that i wouldn't do for my sister. and as her older brother, i'm supposed to protect her—"

satoru interrupted touya, "—i told her i was going to protect her and i swore to my clan elders that i would too. you don't have to worry about that."

satoru thought about his promise he made, how he would protect you from the kamo clan or whatever danger may come your way. he hoped that you knew he would do anything in his power to keep you safe from any harm. he would risk his life for you... and that's what touya wanted to know.

“do you really like her that much?” touya asked satoru. now this was definitely a trick question. touya was waiting for the right answer. there was one more thing he wanted to hear.

satoru scoffed and looked touya straight in his golden-yellow snake-like eyes, “i don’t just like her. i love her.”

“love is a strong word for an 18 year old.” touya grinned, “—if you love her as much as you say you do, you better promise me and my grandparents that you’ll take care of her too.”

“i’d even lay down a binding vow.” satoru said with no fear. he knew that binding vows made with others have a higher penalty than self-made binding vows.

“—and get shot down by the binding vow’s penalty as soon as you make her cry?” touya laughed out loud. “i like you, satoru gojo. i hope you stick around. i’d like to consider you as my brother someday.”

satoru blinked twice, confused on what just happened here, “wait—does this mean—”

“you have my approval.” touya said, “i actually never disapproved of you, kid. i’m just playing ‘big brother’ here. i knew from the moment i saw you and my sister interact for the first time at the jujutsu high that you were gonna be someone special in her life… whether it be her lover or her friend.”

“thank you…” satoru sighed in relief. “i swear i love (y/n). i’d do anything for her.”

“i believe you, kid.” touya said as he attempted to pat satoru’s back, unable to actually pat his back. "—you have your infinity on."

"well… yeah. there's no way in hell i was going to get electrocuted by you." satoru laughed.

“let me rough you up a bit, or my sister is going to say something.” touya laughed. his loud laugh always boomed throughout the estate. your brother gave off hardcore golden retriever energy.

satoru continued to laugh alongside him, bro-hugging touya, “anything but the face. she’ll be devastated if you get the face.”

later that night

satoru noticed at dinner that you were unusually quiet around your family. he watched as you pushed around the food on your plate with your chopsticks, not making eye contact with your family members, and not engaging in any conversation. you barely even looked at him.

he whispered in your ear. "hey. are you okay?"

"i'm fine." you lied, "i'm just tired."

satoru gojo swore he had a phd in (y/n)ology. he could read you like a book. he knew what ticked you off and what made you squeal with delight. but tonight, he wasn't so sure what was bothering you.

you listened as touya and your grandparents got to know satoru on a deeper level. they asked him about his family and what it was like growing up in the gojo clan, what he liked and didn't like. it was like satoru was already a part of the family.

you were happy that satoru finally got the chance to meet your grandparents and touya, but deep down, something felt off. after dinner, you asked touya to entertain satoru so that you could take a shower. and after your shower, you snuck off to your favorite place in the estate, the red pagoda in the lily pad pond.

as a child, you would come to this very pagoda to escape the hellish and tiring training you went through as the clan's water user. you always felt at peace here, that you could gather your thoughts without any interruption. the pagoda had an amazing view of the estate's pond that was filled with lily pads. it wasn't as big as the gojo clan's koi pond, but it was grand enough for you and your clan. (read 'meet the gojos' here)

you started to question if the feelings that you felt for satoru were actually real or if it was because of all this reincarnation bullshit. was it just a coincidence that you and satoru ended up finding each other in this lifetime? were you actually meant to be with him?

you swore that what you felt for him was genuine. you didn’t think you could care about someone so much that it hurt you so deeply inside. that the mere thought of losing them would be so crippling.

the voice that always made your ears perk and your heart race called out to you. "—so this is where you go to run away from your problems."

satoru sat down next to you, locking his arms around his knees. he leaned his head over to watch you. you stared out into the pond, soft yellow lights reflected off the surface of the water from the estate's open windows. crickets chirped in the background, a crisp breeze filled the air around you.

"how did you find me?"

"your brother told me that you like to come here whenever you have a lot on your mind. how about a penny for your thoughts?"

you changed the subject, “are you going to tell me what you and touya talked about in the sparring dojo?”

satoru looked out at the distance in front of him and smirked, “nope. it’s a secret between just us men.”

“does it have to do with me?”

“—i can’t say a word.”

“does it have to do with how much you like me?”

“—not saying anything, sweetheart.”

it was time for a cheap shot, “well… i guess that means no more kisses for satoru ‘i-keep-secrets-from-my-girlfriend’ gojo.”

satoru sat there and stared at you in disbelief, “—that is so unfair.” 'what kind of girlfriend uses no kisses as a threat?' he thought to himself.

you got up from your seat. your hair flowing behind you as a conniving grin spread across your face. he was such a sucker for you.

3... 2... 1...

“wait!” satoru called out to you, grabbing your hand. “i guess i can tell you this much… it wasn’t about how much i like you.”

you turned around to look back at satoru, his face was as red as a tomato.

“—it was about how much i love you.” satoru admitted, “i love you, (y/n).”

this was the first time satoru had ever told you that he loved you.

“i love you too, satoru...”

you felt satoru's arms pull you into his strong embrace. tears filling your eyes. you bit at your bottom lip, swallowing the discomfort in your throat. he let go of you and positioned you in front of him, staring down at you with worried blue eyes. he cupped your cheeks with his hands.

"why are you cry—"

"satoru," you interrupted him, "do you think that we're only together because we're reincarnations of our ancestors from 400 years ago? do you think they did some weird-binding-vow-lifelong-love-spell before they died?"

"is it so wrong if they did?" satoru asked as he brushed your tears away with his thumb, "—it's kinda romantic if you ask me."

"i just want to be 100% sure that my feelings for you are really mine."

"just know that no one gets to tell me what to do or who to love." satoru said, "—so no weird-binding-vow-lifelong-love-spell is going to change my mind on how i feel about you."

you sniffled, thinking of all the negative outcomes and possibilities, "what if it's actually a hidden curse or something...?"

he stared at you for a moment before he started to speak, "grams tells me that there's no curse more twisted than love... and if it's a curse, then i'm pretty sure i'm fated to love you."

and quite frankly, satoru didn’t give a damn if loving you in this lifetime was a curse. he’d live as the cursed one if that was the case.

satoru leaned down to capture your lips with a kiss. you wrapped your arms around his neck, feeling his soft, strawberry flavored lips on yours.

he asked confidently and just a bit smugly as if he already knew the answer to the question he was about to ask, "so what do you want to do now that you know all of this information? you gonna leave me, princess? we gonna break up?"

“satoru—” you muffled his name as he kept kissing you, “there’s one thing i know for sure, and it’s that i want to be with you. even if it’s some weird binding vow.”

satoru stopped kissing you to look back down at you. he chuckled while repeating your words, “even if it's some weird binding vow, huh?”

you looked up at him, running your fingers up his undercut. he melted at the action, sighing in your grasp.

“how much do you think those two loved each other?” you asked satoru. “you think they loved each other more than we do?”

“hmmm, maybe. but there’s no way the previous six eyes had more game than me.” satoru joked.

“you have got to get better jokes, babe.” you giggled as satoru squeezed your hips, pulling you closer to him. he returned to peppering kisses on your cheek, slowly moving to the corner of your lips.

“you think—” he muffled your words by kissing you, on purpose this time, “you think the previous six eyes was the one who made the move?”

“babe.” satoru pleaded, “please stop talking and just kiss me back.”

the next morning

after the conversation you had with satoru last night at the pagoda, you had never felt more sure that your feelings for this white haired, blue eyed, special-grade idiot was real. as you laid next to satoru, you fit perfectly in his arms, just like two puzzle pieces.

"god, i love this custom futon." satoru groaned as he stretched his arms and legs, attempting to wake his body up on this fine morning.

"i thought you slept in my dorm room because you wanted to cuddle with me, not sleep on my custom futon." you teased, pulling the blanket to your side of the bed.

satoru chuckled, rubbing the sleepiness away from his eyes. he fired back at you, "cuddling you is just a plus. the king size futon is totally why i'm there."

one thing that you loved about satoru was that the best parts of him complimented the best parts of you. you made each other better in every way. you were excited for the future together now that you've cleared the air about your true and honest feelings for satoru. your next focus was to help your clan and the gojo clan find the inverted spear of heaven.

you turned back to face him, nuzzling your face in his bare chest. he smelled just like his eucalyptus body wash.

"you know what's nice? no one barging into your room randomly. i swear my grams was soooo not discrete when you visited." satoru said as he rolled his eyes.

"touya already checked on us four times. you were sleeping."

"four?!" satoru choked out, "you weren't laying on top of me or anything were you?"

the last thing he wanted touya to think was that he was getting frisky with his little sister in her childhood bedroom under his roof.

"satoru!" you laughed, "and so what if we were cuddling?"

"i'm trying to make it out of your clan's estate without getting zapped by your brother... don't you know he's called the king of close combat? he can paralyze people!"

you drew circles on his chest with your fingertips, "i guess you better work on that infinity being on 24/7 then."

"sure, babe… anyways what's the agenda today?" satoru asked, putting his arms behind his head. he watched you roll out of the bed to change into your clothes for the day. you took his bag of toiletries out of his suitcase to throw at him.

you smiled softly at him, "get ready to have breakfast cause after that, you’re going to meet my parents."

at the (l/n) clan's family grave

ever since you were little, you and touya made it a routine to visit your parents' graves regularly. touya would tell you stories about your parents so you would never forget them. they had passed away when you were so young, so he wanted to make sure that their memories lived on with you.

since satoru would never be able to meet them physically, you thought this would be the best way to ‘introduce’ him to your parents.

in the japanese tradition, a visit to one’s grave starts by cleaning the grave of your loved one, presenting your offerings, and then praying and lighting incense. you and satoru washed your hands to ‘purify’ them and filled a water pail to head to the area where your parents were laid to rest.

"mom, dad." you started to say as you approached the two headstones, "this is my boyfriend, satoru."

satoru grinned at you and then looked towards your parents' headstones, "mr. (l/n), mrs. (l/n). i'm satoru gojo... and i wanted to tell you both that i love your daughter."

your turned to stare at satoru. you didn't know he was going to say that, nor did you ask him to say that. you were surprised to say the least.

he continued on, "i made a promise to your daughter and myself, and to my clan... and now i'm promising your clan that i will protect her. so this is my promise to you both as well."

you felt tears forming in your eyes. what kind of boyfriend would come to your parents' grave with you to have a conversation with your parents like this? how were you so lucky to have a thoughtful boyfriend like satoru?

you quickly brushed your tears away. "satoru. you didn't have to do that. you're so cheesy."

"that's so rude to say in front of your parents, (y/n)." satoru gasped, teasing you. "why not tell your parents the promise i made to everyone...?"

"i mean… sure... but you didn't have to say you loved me as an introduction for yourself." you giggled. “you can just say, ‘hi, i’m satoru gojo from the gojo clan.’”

satoru smiled at you, "i want everyone to know that i love you though."

he took the pail from your hand, gently pouring water over the two headstones. after cleaning the headstones, you and satoru placed a plate of oranges and apples in front of them. you lit a stick of incense for the both of you, silently bowing and praying. once finished, you stuck the incense stick into the holder.

it was as if time stood still while you and satoru sat around your parents grave to just talk. none of the conversations were about anything important, it was just simple talk about sweet nothings. you were just grateful he wasn’t weirded out by spending time here the way you and touya did when you were younger.

satoru even talked to your parents as if they were still alive and well. he asked your mother, ‘did you know your daughter has the world’s worst attitude in the mornings? god forbid she doesn’t get a full 8 hours of sleep.’ after that, he even said to your father, ‘sir, i wish you were still here so i could show you my techniques. i heard yours were pretty cool too.’

while you watched satoru talk to your parents’ headstones, you wished so badly that your parents could’ve met him so they can see why you loved him so much. your mother would’ve have loved him, probably more than she loved you. and your father? he would’ve loved to have such a strong sorcerer be his daughter’s boyfriend… he’d probably consider satoru as a second son.

satoru could see and feel how your heart ached at any mention of your parents, and he wanted you to know that your family was important to him too. he was going to try his best to win the approval of your entire family. he didn’t have to try hard though, your family wasn’t that hard to please. they just wanted you to be happy.

"ready to go?" you asked satoru after noticing the sun setting. "i'm sure touya is looking for us. it’s almost dinner time."

"sure." satoru smiled back at you, grabbing your hand.

“bye mom and dad.” you waved.

“bye mom and dad!” satoru said with a grin.

you looked up at him, “mom and dad, huh? you guys are already that close?”

“yeah, actually. your mom says she sees me like a son now. and your dad said that he approves of me as a son in law.” satoru said as-a-matter-of-factly, knowing damn well he made that up.

you giggled at his ridiculous statement and clung to his arm. you walked back to the estate more in love with satoru than you were when you first arrived here.

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once you and satoru were out of sight, two feet stepped out from behind the shadows of your parents' headstones and smiled.

"doesn't she look happy with the gojo kid, mom and dad? he’ll take care of her, don’t you two worry." touya whispered to your parents' as he watched you and satoru walk back to the estate together. he zapped a stick of incense with his cursed technique and quietly bowed and prayed before heading back to the estate as well.

after dinner

"remember how you showed me your family portraits when i went with you to meet your grandparents?" you asked satoru. "want to see ours?"

"yeah. let's see who you resemble the most." satoru wondered as you led him down the hallway where the family portraits were hung.

"is that you?" satoru asked incredulously. he pointed at a little girl with long black hair in pigtails, precious sparkling green eyes smiling back at him. "you looked like a little brat, babe."

"you found me." you laughed and reluctantly admitted, "—and i was a brat growing up."

you hoped that if you ever had kids in the future, they would not inherit the attitude you had as a child. your grandma always said that the way you acted as a child would come back to spite you in the form of your own offspring.

satoru continued to look around in the picture. he could spot your grandparents and touya towards the center. he assumed the woman who was holding you was your mom, kanae.

"my mom had long dark blue hair and the most beautiful green eyes." you started to say, "everyone else usually gets the yellow eyes or red eyes in the family since grandma and grandpa have them, but i was lucky to get her green eyes."

the man standing next to your mother was obviously your father, fujitaka. your father had black hair, and the same leering yellow eyes as touya. touya resembled your father so much growing up that he always heard that he was his father's mini-me.

"well..." satoru sighed as you took his hand to lead him back to the tea room, "i guess i have to go back to your parents and thank them for creating the most perfect human being for me."

you laughed and gently hit his chest with the back of your palm, "you're too much, babe."

satoru continued to spout his nonsense sarcastically. "it was like you were put on this earth for me. it's fate. god's will. the divine decree. destiny some may say."

you rolled your eyes at him. sometimes, satoru could be so cheesy and would say the most ridiculous things. you wondered where your smart-alecky boyfriend was. however, you didn't hate when satoru tried to be romantic, so you figured you'd just listen to his ridiculous comments for now. you held his hand, bringing it towards your lips to plant soft kisses on his palm.

“even if it was fate or destiny.... whatever you want to call it. i’d choose you again in every lifetime, satoru. you’re like... my soulmate.”

“soulmate, huh? look who's being 'too much' now.” satoru smiled cheekily, “—you’re not guaranteed to meet your soulmate in every lifetime though.”

“consider me a lucky girl then.”

“nah, i think i’m the lucky one...” satoru mumbled as he leaned in for a kiss.

EXTRA:

as soon as you got back to the jujutsu high dorms, you asked satoru the same question he asked you when you met his family.

"so..." you started to inquire, "what did you think about my family?"

"your grandma reminds me of my grams. and your grandpa's cursed technique was pretty cool." satoru added. "i met your instructors and trainers. no wonder you hated learning jujutsu. they were intense."

satoru only met your grandparents, touya, and a handful of family members and housekeepers during this visit. a majority of your family members were on vacation or not at the estate during the time of your visit. you were relieved it was a lax visit because you knew your cousins would have been all over satoru. the next holiday back to the estate would be unavoidable though.

satoru said with a sigh, "your brother still scares the shit outta me."

"but he approves of you!" you clung to his uniform sleeve. "are you going to tell me what you and touya talked about in the sparring dojo?"

"i already told you. it was that i loved you." satoru mumbled, wanting to change the subject immediately. he looked like the world’s biggest simp for you in the sparring dojo that day and there was no way he could tell you all the things he said without turning as red as a stop sign.

you huffed and pouted, "babe, you were in there for a good 45 minutes though. how about a kiss for some intel?”

“i don’t kiss and tell.” satoru said with a grin.

you realized that satoru really wasn't going to tell you what touya and him talked about, so you let it slide for now.

and over a decade later, you still won't know what satoru and touya talked about in the sparring dojo.

DIVIDERS PROVIDED BY @/ANLIAN-AISHANG

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dracobrooklyn · 9 months ago

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|| MDNI 18+ ||

Did anyone ask for Vox x Female!Reader headcannons? No? That's fine. As Thanos said "Fine, I'll do it myself." and I just did.

This is a Cannon x Female!Reader just a heads up. I do take some cannon stuff from the Show, but I also add my own things in their, these are just guess's since we don't know what's gonna happen in Season 2.

CW: There is NSFW stuff in this, Sugar Daddy x Sugar baby theme, pet names, P in V sex, spanking, biting, scratching, and a bit of Age-gap.

Word count: 777

Vox is very much old fashion so dating him, he very much can be a gentleman with his lover. His sweet little sugar baby. Opens the door for you, pulls out the chair for you and gently slides you back in. Kiss's your knuckles as a token of affection and greeting. Vox I like to think absolutely would sometimes sends flowers if he is inspired or saw them thinking about you.

I mean why are you dating him? Isn't he dating Valentino and Velvet? Well yes he is, but why not have more in the circle. Also yes you are probably in your middle to late 20's and he probably in his late 30's Early 40's... But he also offered a good price to be his arm candy. $5,000 Dollars. Welp time to put on that makeup, and cute heels he likes.

Vox isn't into much PDA but he will wrap an arm around you to keep by his side. Sit on his lap in a club or even when he's working onto his chair. May run his Blue neon claws through your hair just to get a good feel of them while listening to someone talk or reading something. Maybe smell the shampoo you used in your hair.

Vox will SPOIL you! And I mean it. The Man will buy you so much Jewelry. Nice new clothes, dresses, shoes, and yes sexy lingerie. Or he will get Velvets stuff for free cause yeah they work together. He likes to dress up his lil Sugar baby. The Lingerie he likes black, anything with black and some blue in there, he will lose his mind! In a good way that is. You see the red blood of the corner of his mouth seeping as he grins at you wearing that delectable outfit.

Vox will want you to call him daddy. I am not kidding he will look at you smirking as he hands you a gift you say "Thank you." to him as he wiggles his brows at you as he asks "How about thank you daddy~?". You're not sure if you like to say the nickname, it's in a way degrading to yourself... but at the same time you can't help but blush and mumbled it out making him grin showing his sharp teeth, and the blood seeping from the corner of his mouth again. Vox is a Switch, I am sure he very much bottoms when it comes to Valentino or maybe Tops the Moth man when Valentino feels like taking it up from the ass. But with you, you're the Sub, and he's the Dom. He will want you to call him daddy while he is thrusting into you. Resting your knee's onto his shoulders trying to bend you as much as he can so he can thrust deeper inside your plush wet Pussy.

Will the man electrocute you sometimes during sex? A little yes, I like to think his blue tongue does lick onto your skin and you feel a little shock. Causing goosebumps onto your skin. Even more so he will do it to your nipples as well. Vox also is a Biter, I mean with those sharp teeth, He leaves marks. The Bite marks glow neon blue but they slowly fade away over night only leaving the bite marks.

Vox's pet names towards you is "Kitten, Sugar Tits, Princess, and Sweet heart." and sometimes "Brat." if you act up because this man is a Brat tamer. He will grab you and give you a soft spank as a warning. If you continue, he will later at night give you a punishment worth deserving.

Vox loves lip play. Gently takes his blue claw thumb gently flicking your lip lovingly tracing his thumb onto them as he licks his teeth slowly. He loves looking at your lips, just thought of them kissing something to vile as he is. Or even sucking him off.

Vox cums neon blue cum... I'm not sorry and I was not the only one who thought that, don't lie.... *squints eyes* Vox uses Sex toys?.... Honey.... the man is the vibrator... XD JK but he does yes, he will get creative though as long you like it of course. I like to think he communicates with his partner, unlike Valentino the rat. And Yes use Aphrodisiac's if you're alright with that. Give you a better sex experience.

His Aftercare is meh, it could be better but he at least make sure you have something to drink after fucking you. Makes sure you didn't get hurt from his claws cause he do have those sharp claws. They hurt guys... ouch.

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kybercrystals94 · 10 days ago

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Psst, Kyber! I'd love anything you want to write about Tech and Crosshair together. Congrats on 333! 🎉

Thanks, Lil! I have got a short little snippet of Cross and Tech just for you...333 words of Crosshair taking care of his brother through the tender form of harassment. I hope you enjoy it!

Sleep Cycle

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Rated: G | Words: 333

Crosshair wakes to the sound of someone banging around outside the ship. It’s the same sound he fell asleep to. Sighing, he checks his chrono. His sleep cycle is almost over, not even enough time to make it worth trying to fall asleep again. Which means that Tech has been at his repairs for nearly a full standard rotation.

Rolling out of the upper bunk, he nearly catches his leg on Wrecker’s sprawled arm where his brother is sleeping soundly below. Hunter is at the nav computer, looking half asleep himself, although he gives Cross a nod of acknowledgement.

“Good luck getting that di’kut to take his sleep cycle,” he mutters. “Worse than a kriffing tubie.”

Crosshair chuckles.

The hatch is open, and Crosshair trundles down the ramp. The air is cool and damp, a rolling mist covering the ground. It swirls and moves as he walks through it.

“Tech,” he calls out.

The banging sound continues, uninterrupted.

“Tech!”

A reprieve of silence. “I am here.”

Crosshair comes around to where the Marauder’s innards are pouring out of an open panel. “When was the last time you slept?”

Tech examines a cable. “Irrelevant.”

“Wrong.”

“We are stuck on this planet until I finish repairs.”

“I’ll take over. Go to bed.”

Tech gives him a scathing look. “You do not know how.”

“We all have a basic understanding of mechanics, Tech. I think I can handle checking cables while you get some sleep.”

“I would rather finish myself.” As he says so, Tech touches two wires together. Electricity cracks, and the engineer lets out a sharp yelp.

Crosshair grins. “I didn’t know electrocuting yourself was part of the process.”

“Kriff off.”

“You must be tired if you’re resorting to bad language,” Crosshair says.

Tech regards him with a deadly look, but Crosshair is unperturbed.

“Fine, I will take a short rest,” Tech says at last. “Please refrain from touching anything.” Tech walks away, cursing under his breath.

Crosshair smiles. “And that’s how it’s done.”

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aboutcustardcreams · 3 months ago

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About the beach day

Nothing, just pure fluff. Written in an hour-ish or so. Sometimes it is nice to take a day off. The Doctor finally manages to keep her promise to give both you and Yaz a day to the beach.

Word count: 2288

“I can’t believe you’re finally keeping your promise to take us to the beach. A real beach,” you say, shooting an amusing glance at the Doctor, who snorts in return, probably believing you’re overreacting. Yaz chuckles, then mutters under her breath. Something about not rejoicing too early.

“Oh, come on—” The Doc groans, flapping her hands in the air. You cock your head and so does Yaz, as she darts her eyes from you to her. “It’s not that I haven’t tried to bring you there. It’s the TARDIS that enjoys messing up with the coordinates to find somewhere else to be.”

The Time machine, being sentient, chirps, probably in protest, sending a buzz to the Doctor’s fingers.

“Oi! Do not be like that.”

Yaz turns towards you, “What do you think she told her?”

“I can’t be 100 percent sure, but I do believe, knowing their dynamics, that she’s just called her big head or something,” you mused, a grin curling up your lips, “oh and, she probably electrocuted her too,” you add, looking at the Doc sucking her thumb.

Yaz can hardly stifle a laugh. “Like a proper married couple,” she drapes arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer so she can talk in your ear. Something regarding the Doctor and how cute she is when she acts like a little child.

“Hey— Stop speaking behind my back!” The Doc chastises, a finger pointed at the two of you.

You both sealed your mouths at once, by pressing your lips in a thin line. Your eyes, though, kept brimming in amusement. When the TARDIS finally landed, electricity cracked and the floor vibrated for a second.

“Alright, fam!” The Doc exclaims, taking a rapid look at the screens. “Are ya ready?” Excitement rising through her. Her beautiful hazel eyes, as always, glimmer with sheer delight in the prospect of a new adventure. You can quite never grasp their true color if you’re honest. Sometimes they are hazel, some other times lighter than that, almost green, whereas in the golden lights of the TARDIS, they turn into the same shade of the stars.

You stalled for a moment, when the TARDIS’s door opened. You give a peek from afar, while Yaz catapults herself outside. It’s not that you don’t trust the Doctor, because you did on a percentage of 90%. Nah, maybe 75%, that turned into a solid 80% on a good day.

The Doc is standing outside, hands in her pockets and eyes on you. “Do you wanna come out or not?” She asks rather impatiently, eager to show you around.

You scrunch up your nose. Yaz could almost read your mind as you carefully looked at the screens to figure out where exactly you landed, however it was quite complicated to decipher those maps that for all you knew could portray anywhere and nowhere in the world… universe. “Shouldn’t we double check? You know, last time there were sea devils,” you say, your tone not accusing at all. Almost. Not quite.

The Doc merely rolls her eyes. “I apologized for that, didn’t I?” You loved how despite her being a hundred years old, she always managed to sound like a cute little child who didn’t like being said no. It warmed your heart, making you feel all tingly inside. She didn’t know, or perhaps you hoped you weren’t that obvious, but you’d do very much anything for her. And that includes facing the sea devils again if that was really necessary.

“Plus, we had quite an adventure.”

“We nearly became fish food,” Yaz argued.

“But we didn’t!”, she grinned from ear to ear as if that had been the greatest achievement. “How many people can put the check on that?” There’s mischievousness in her tone and you can’t help the slow shake of your head. Time Lords.

You three had a unique bond, something you never thought you’d achieve in your life. Not in your late 20s anyway. And even if the price to pay was facing few dangers on a daily basis, you were content with that. The gift of having both Yaz and the Doctor was worth any battle in space, or monster for the matter. You wouldn’t trade your life for anything else. Neither would your best friend Yaz.

“Those who don’t, can’t understand their luck…” a grin finds your lips.

Yaz smiles inwardly. “My grandma always tells me to not begrudge other people. Yet at that particular moment it was hard for me to keep the green monster at bay.”

“I feel ya,” you take a step towards the TARDIS’s door, hands on your hips as you gently, and carefully sway a leg in and out. Tongue peeping through your teeth as you do so. You see the Doctor tapping her foot rather impatiently on the other side. Now she knows you’re only teasing her. But two can play this game. You flash her a daring grin, she immediately reciprocates.

She reaches out a hand for you to take, wiggling her fingers while doing so. The Doctor emanates light, you think. Or maybe she is light herself. You can’t resist, you give her your hand, but she doesn’t pull yet, she only intertwines your fingers together. So soft. So gentle.

“Is it safe?”, you inquired one more time. “No monsters of any kind?” You don’t really think it’s dangerous out there. Honestly, looking around you, all you see is a beautiful landscape. Like a natural reserve far from all evils of the universe.

“Seems like it,” Yaz interferes, moving away towards the sea.

The Doc takes both your hands now, encouraging you with a soft smile. “Don’t make me carry ya,” it was supposed to sound like a threat, however the possibility didn’t scare you in the slightest.

She pulls and you stumble to her front, crashing not so elegantly against her, and you yelp, eyes wide open, welcomed by the brightest smile. Hers. When she laughs, you feel her all over you, her hearts echoing against your chest.

Her fingers brush like feathers against your hips, as she steadies you. “Gotcha, stardust,” nobody looks at you the way she does.

“Sorry,” you crack a small smile. “Caught me by surprise.”

Her lips twitched in a soft smile. “It’s fine. You’re as light as a feather. But clumsy. Very much so.”

Your eyebrows shot up at that admission, “is that so?”

“It’s not a bad thing,” she is ready to clarify, probably concerned you had taken offense. Truthfully you didn’t. “Unless we find ourselves in a life or death situation, that requires no clumsiness whatsoever. But no worries, even if that’s the case, I’ll have your back. Always. Can’t have a universe without you in it now, can I?”

You blush and croak out. “You’re rambling, Doctor.”

“Am I? Sorry. You’re easy to chat with. Feels nice. You’re nice.”

“Thanks,” you say genuinely in awe of her. “I love talking to you as well.”

It’s her turn to blush, you spot the hue of pink heating up her cheekbones. “Brilliant.”

You finally step out of the TARDIS, with one of your hands still intertwined with hers. It wasn’t unusual for the three of you to hold hands, while strolling around. A routine you hoped would last forever.

The doctor keeps looking at you with the corner of her eye to grasp and memorize your reaction to the place. Yaz has already taken off her shoes, eager to feel the sandy ground under her feet.

“This place is absolutely breathtaking,” you breathe out.

The Doctor beams at you, “Told ya,” her thumb brushes delicately over the back of your hand, causing your eyes to flee there for a second.

“Where are we?” Yaz squealed when the soft waves of the sea, crashing against the shore, wet her toes. It’s cold, but a good kind of cold. Refreshing and inviting.

You chuckle and kick off your shoes as well.

At that moment, the blonde took the sonic out of her coat to scan the area. Her brows are knitted in a frown as she does that, with the tip of her tongue gently tapping over her upper lip. When your feet touch the water, you feel regenerated at once. The sea is crystal clear, perfect for swimming, you think.

“Oh, interesting,” your thoughts are interrupted by the Doc’s humming. “Very,” she insists. “Didn’t think we would end up in this timeline, but ah well, you never know with a stubborn time machine as my TARDIS.”

“You mean we aren’t where you thought we would be?” Yaz inquired.

“No, no… I don’t think so,” The Time Lady bends down to dip her finger in the sand. You know what’s coming. These unusual things she does remind you she isn’t human, but an alien. A beautiful and silly alien, to be precise, with weird culinary habits. When she puts that same finger in her mouth, Yaz winces. Clicking her tongue, she concludes, “Right place, wrong timeline. Greece, 12th century… No villages nearby. There are living forms though, but luckily for us, no aliens. Probably animals.”

“So it’s really safe,” you feel yourself relaxing.

Yaz clung to your arm, rather excitedly, “Unbelievable. We should mark the date”

The Doc rolls her eyes, while taking off her boots. Humans, really. Always so dramatic, she thought.

“We are going to spend a normal day at the beach without aliens running after us,” you keep teasing.

“Oi! Rude!” The Doc pretends to be offended. Her expression is priceless.

When she tackles you, you walk backwards, ending in Yaz’s arms and let out a giggle. “Who’s rude now?” you raise an eyebrow, in challenge.

As you and the Doc keep eye contact, Yaz places her chin above your shoulder, “can we swim now?”, with her bottom lip wobbling, it’s hard to deny her anything.

“I suppose so,” comes the Doc’s reply.

Yaz squeals and pumps a fist in the air. She later proceeds on taking off her leather jacket, then shirt, dropping those on the shore, remaining only in pants and bra.

You and the Doc share an amused glance, “She absolutely loves the beach.”

The Time Lady hums and tilts her head towards you, “Don’t you?” Her voice is soft and curious.

“Oh, I do. Very much.” The Doctor grins at the excitement you’re trying to keep at bay. Your toes wriggles in contact with the water that's now reaching your calf.

“So, what are you waiting for? Go on!”

Yaz, in the meantime, is calling out for the two of you, calling you snails. The water has reached her shoulders now, and her smile goes from ear to ear.

You furrow your eyebrows. “Aren’t you coming?”

She smiles and nods, “In a minute.” The Doctor wished to savor the moment for a little longer. She never thought that seeing both you and Yaz so happy could make her feel that way. Nothing compared to that. Not even the space, the galaxies and their colors mingling together in the most incredible shades.

You lean forward and without a warning, you press a kiss to the Doctor’s cheek. She blinked, partially frozen, but melted right away as you muttered, “Thank you for this.”

You don’t give her the time to reply, that you start running towards the sea, squealing and laughing at how cold the water feels against your exposed skin. You too are only in bras and shorts. In a second you’re right next to your best friend, and with a mischievous glint in her eyes, she starts splashing water at you, giving you barely time to respond to the attack.

The Doctor laughs fondly at that. “My fam,” she mutters under her breath.

To flee from her attack, you dive underwater, swimming behind her. Yaz frowns, not expecting you to pull her by the ankle. Your grip is strong enough to pull her own figure underwater for a second. When she reemergers, she gasps and comes face to face with your mischievous grin. Next thing you feel are her strong arms wrapped around you. Sometimes you forget that she is a policewoman.

“Let go!”

“I don’t think so.”

She ignores your plea, and dives the two of you underwater.

Both yours and Yaz’s laughter was music to the Doctor’s ears. She doesn’t even notice the single tear sliding down her cheek, until it tickles and wets her lips. She’s quick to wipe it away, not wanting to ruin the moment in case you two spotted it. She was both happy and sad, she couldn’t explain it. One heart was happy, and the other sad, but she couldn’t quite understand why, not completely at least.

“Doc!” you called out for her, “Come on in now!”

The Time Lady smiled, “I’m coming!” She drops her coat next to yours and Yaz’s clothes, then removes the suspenders, not wanting to have those in the way. The rainbow shirt goes too, leaving her in sporty bras. Pants fell to her feet, revealing to the two of you the cutest pair of boxers ever seen.

“No splashing,” she chastises softly.

You hummed in thought, still admiring her beauty, and hoping to not be too obvious.

“Can’t promise you that,” Yaz smirks, eyebrows waggling.

“She’s savage,” you splash Yaz in the face once again. Blinking off droplets of water from her eyes, she darts her eyes from the Doctor to you, humming slowly, “I’ll show you just how much.” Was it a threat, or a promise? Maybe both.

“Yaz, wait–”

The Doctor huffed in amusement, the moment she pounced on you.

Humans, she thought, poking her tongue between her teeth and reaching up the two of you, are the most brilliant species of them all.

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blues824 · 2 years ago

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Housewardens reaction to mc who’s power is similar to denki kaminari’s, especially the yay side affect from overusing the lightning based power

I apologize for not posting more than once today. I watched Hamilton with one of my friends.

Gender-neutral reader

Riddle Rosehearts

You are the exact opposite of each other (besides having no rizz). You are social and easygoing, he is obviously not. He hated you at first, but you were able to smooth-talk your way into his heart somehow (again, even though you have no rizz).

Riddle always suggests study dates between the two of you since you seem to be struggling academically. You always get stressed out when he gets impatient in how long you are taking to solve a problem he has given you. You’ve shocked him a few times because of it, and you’re very quick to apologize.

When he overblotted, you were afraid to use your power since you could electrocute everyone so you made them get away. You didn’t want to hurt Riddle, but realized that there was no other choice than to use 2 million volts. As you both sat in the infirmary, Riddle got to see your YaAay side and he was scared that you went brain dead.

When you returned to normal, you had to explain that it was the drawback of using that much electricity since you had to use some of your neurons. The thumbs up was to make sure everyone knew you were alright. So you did this for him? Well, for this valiant deed, maybe he could humor you and go on the date you’ve been asking for.

Leona Kingscholar

He’s way more of a smooth talker than you could ever dream of being. You are more social and friendly while he’s snarky and grumpy. Eventually, he fell for you and your shenanigans because he can see that you truly care for the people around you.

He’s smart, but he never goes to class. If you ask him to help you, he will refuse since he’s too busy sleeping. You’re better off trying to ask someone else, but since he’s very possessive he doesn’t like it when you ask someone other than him. Not even Ruggie.

When he overblotted, he already knew of your quirk but he didn’t know how much electricity you were able to use. When he heard you shout ‘2 million volts’, he knew that this was about to hurt real bad. In the infirmary, Leona was laughing so hard at your brain-dead side.

When you returned to normal, you had to tell him that you probably lost some neurons because of it. You had some serious power (get it?) within you, didn’t you? Well, he has to admit that what you did was brave, so you have his respect (and his heart).

Azul Ashengrotto

He absolutely despised you, but also realized that your personality and natural charm drew people in. He most definitely tried to hire you to get more customers, but you refused saying that you didn’t like to work unless it was mandatory for school.

He would then try to get you under contract by suggesting a way to cheat in exchange for your magic. However, you didn’t have magic. You had a quirk, and it couldn’t be taken away by anything besides someone else’s quirk.

When he overblotted, he came to the quick realization that being underwater was probably not the best environment to fight you in. If you remember from science class, water is an electric conductor, so he will get electrocuted. And he was, with the 2 million volts you shot out. Now he’s panicking when you are both in the infirmary since you’re kind of brain dead.

Embarrassed, you explained that it was an unfortunate side effect to your very powerful quirk. So you risked a few neurons just to make sure that he wouldn’t die because of his overblot? Well now he is kind of flustered at how much you care for him.

Kalim Al-Asim

“Corporate needs you to find the difference between Y/N and Kalim.” “They’re the same person” -Blue (2023). Nah but seriously, y’all were made from the same mold or something. He doesn’t understand what you’re trying to say when you flirt with him, so you might as well not even try.

You both are kinda not… great in an academic way of speaking. Jamil always gets frustrated at the two of you when you don’t understand a topic that he has gone over multiple times. Eventually, you get stressed and zap both of them.

When Jamil overblotted, you were afraid that Kalim would get electrocuted as well since he refused to leave without you. You told him to take cover and shot out 2 million volts. Since the Vice Housewarden had an ink monster trailing, it took the brunt of the shock. In the infirmary, Kalim is taking care of you until your brain revives itself.

It’s then that you apologize and tell him that that is what happens when you use so much electricity without giving yourself time to charge back up. He laughed and said that it was alright, then he thanked you for protecting him and his best friend.

Vil Schoenheit

He didn’t hate you… he just very much disliked you. Sure, you had a great personality, but your flirting needed some work. You often got flustered by the things he said to you rather than him getting flustered by the things you said to him.

The reason why he tells himself that he dislikes you (because he genuinely actually loves you) is that you’re kinda dumb. You were a bad influence on Epel since you didn’t study a lot, and if you did you kinda failed it even though you didn’t take any test yet.

When he overblotted, he knew your first move would be to evacuate everyone so that you would be able to use your quirk. What he didn’t know was it was because you were about to release 2 million volts of electricity. He had to hold in his laughter when he saw you just yAaAy your way around the infirmary.

Once you come back, you are so embarrassed as he asks what the heck happened. You have to tell him that it was a drawback to the amount of electricity you shot out of your body. It took a toll on your brain, and now he feels kind of bad for laughing. Perhaps he could treat you to dinner that he has prepared himself as a way to apologize?

Idia Shroud

You freaked him out because you were extroverted and he was introverted. You were nice, but you were eccentric and that’s what he was wary of. Plus, your flirting actually worked on him because he got flustered so freaking easily.

Since he is shy and has a crush on you, he will most likely run away before you have the chance to ask him for help on your homework. You often have to ask Ortho instead and give Idia a message through the younger Shroud sibling.

When Idia overblotted, your first move was to use your quirk at its max capacity. The problem was that it would be fighting fire with electricity. However, ink is electrically conductive so you were able to overload it with the 2 million volts you released. It came at the price of Idia freaking out at you being brain-dead for an hour.

Once you came back, he let out a huge sigh of relief. He thought it was like a fairytale where he would have to kiss you to bring you back. You were so embarrassed and had to explain that it was the drawback to your quirk. He totally wasn’t disappointed that he couldn’t be your prince charming and save you from the state of unconsciousness that you were in.

Malleus Draconia

He actually really enjoyed your company. You were so eccentric and exciting, as well as friendly and encouraging. Sure, he didn’t understand your way of flirting, but that was all okay because you weren’t scared of him.

The dragon fae would absolutely love to help you with your homework. He understands that it could be frustratingly confusing to someone who didn’t have magic, so he remains patient whenever he sees you struggle with a concept.

When Leona overblotted, you had warned everyone to evacuate. Malleus was still there to see the electricity coming from you turn the dust that Leona created to glass. He also got hit with some of the bolts when you released 2 million volts, but he was able to withstand it. He got to see you turn dumb for a whole hour, which was amusing and concerning to him.

Once you came to, you were so embarrassed at how you were so vulnerable in front of him. He let a smile grace his face as he assured you that it was intriguing how you managed to walk up to him even while brain-dead. It meant that even unconsciously, you trusted him.

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artdivadej · 2 years ago

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Survivor’s Remorse (IV)

Part four

18+ | NSFW

Part 5| Part 6|Part 7

Peeta rolls atop me with his mouth still enclosed around my nipple, moaning lowly around it.

“Spread them pretty thighs for me baby” he moans running his thumb over an old scar on my inner right thigh gently.

My thighs fall open immediately as I am a slave to his every command. My hands are everywhere, wanting to touch all of him that I can as his mouth renders me voiceless. I rub them over and through his curls, whimpering when I feel his left-hand slide down and caress the scar across my stomach before continuing its descent. When his fingers meet my clothed heat Peeta hisses, encasing my hardened bud in a slick cold updraft that makes me gasp.

“Don’t stop” I whisper

Peeta’s lips lay gentle kisses all over my breasts making me twitch and gasp beneath his suckling lips as he continued his exploration. When he reaches my scar, Peeta scoots down the mattress, his liquid amber eyes burning as they sweep up to hold mine. I want to cover my face but his look holds me in place. The tip of his tongue dips over his bottom lip agonizingly slow until it reaches my heated skin. By now I’m twitching beneath him with need. His eyes never leave mine as he gives a soft suck to the raised skin that makes me practically sing. His mouth is so hot as he lays kisses across the skin in between leaving his soft suckles. It feels so good but I want his mouth lower. I push my hips up with a whimper garnering his attention.

“What’s wrong baby?” he breathed happily at my neediness, his warm breath fanning the seat of my panties “Ah!” I gasp trying to think straight “Hmm, is this it?” he feigns innocence before covering my pussy with his mouth, flicking his tongue against my already throbbing clothed clit “Is this what you want love?” “Yes!”

My nails are in his hair, fighting the need to push him deeper into my pussy while he teases me.

“Let me hear it baby”, Peeta hums slipping his tongue under the seat of my panties

My legs stiffen as if I’d been electrocuted and my tongue is frozen.

“Say it” he hums using his left index finger to pull the seat to the side where he buries his nose in the curls at the apex of my thighs. “Peeta please. Your mouth. Taste me please!” I whine loudly rolling my hips to entice him further.

His pupils dilate and I think I’ve won.

“That’s my girl” he moans

He locks his arms around my thighs before dragging me off the bed with him as he sits back on his knees. Mine now rest over his shoulders, his large hands palming my ass as he wraps his lips around my clit. Oh this is embarrassing. Yet I can’t tear my eyes away, my hands still wrapped in his curls.

“Watch” he rumbles with my juices already on his lips and cheeks.

I watch as he trails his tongue from my clit to my dripping hole. Peeta slowly slides his tongue deep within me, his lids lowering, humming as he lapped at my arousal. I can’t help but to let my hands tug and massage at his hair as he delves deeper, his left thumb circling my clit, that is still slick from his initial kiss.

“You taste so sweet love” he hums making his tongue vibrate deep inside me. “Peeta!” I tug at his hair “That’s right. Get wet as you want for me. Let go” he sighs sucking along each of my lips with his eyes closed

When his mouth gives my clit a tender suckling kiss, I am almost undone. My breath catches as my grip in his curls tighten. But he does it over. And over. And over again. My hips jerk with each kiss and my temperature skyrockets, a thin sheen of sweat now enveloping my skin.

“Peeta” I whimper “I’m gonna cum!” “Go ahead love. Let me taste you. I want every drop” he groaned dreamily as I shook in his hold

He wraps his lips around my clit and rolls his slick tongue against the most sensitive part and I am undone. My free hand slides down my stomach to thread my fingers through his at my waist. He happily takes it.

“Peeta I’m cumming!” I sing

My entire body trembles, my hips trying to spasm out of control but stay held fast in Peeta’s secure lock hold. I lose all sense of sound. Of reason. Of nothing except where his mouth is sucking insistently to claim his prize. My body is all too happy to give it as I explode from the inside out. All the way from my clit to my roots and down to the tips of my toes.

I’m trying to understand what I’m saying as I cry out and croon but all I can think is Peeta’s mouth on me. Peeta watching me as I become a lewd mess beneath his hot mouth and hands. Oh his eyes. He finally has mercy and releases my clit, now swollen and sensitive as he gently lowers me to the mattress. He’s sitting back on his knees again just watching me writhe, a mess of rattled and sparking nerves that seem to have no end because of his touch, his hand stroking his length as he watches.

“You are so beautiful baby” he moans, bringing my fingers that are still threaded in his to his slick lips as he continues to stroke himself and it makes me blush.

That’s not fair. I want to touch him too. But more than anything, I need him inside me.

“Did you know that you purr baby?” he smirks before I attempt to do it and realize it comes naturally with my titillated body still singing.

Peeta’s brows furrow, his mouth twisting with pleasure when I rub my thumb over his weeping tip. I like how he shivers as if he’d gotten a jolt of electricity through his spine. To see him come apart beneath my hands.

I remember doing this once on the train.

“Peeta, I want you” I plead rolling my hips as I stroke him

My thumb is the only finger on the underside of his base but I am fully palming his thick shaft, with a little difficulty, making a firm snaking stroke as my thumb rolls over his tip.

“Fuck baby, you can have me” he moans throwing his head back as I repeat the process, using his precum and mine to moisten his thick shaft. “Inside me Peeta. I want you” “I’d love nothing more” he moans lowering to kiss me again.

I love his lips. His bottom is so plump and perfect to suck on. Soft and sweet like honey and marshmallows.

“Are you sure?” he rumbles as his breath comes out in heavy pants “Always” I croon “If I hurt you, scare you or you just change your mind tell me, ok? We’ll stop. I promise” he reassures me “I will. I promise” I nod sliding my hips down so his tip rubs against me making me whine.

He moans and it makes me relax a little as his face tucks into my neck. His hand grips beneath my thigh and he pulls me closer so his tip is nestled right against my slick lips. Oh I want all of him. Peeta please!

When he adjusts his hips Peeta gently prods at my entrance, slowly slipping his tip within me. I can’t help the gasp that constricts my throat. He’s so thick he’s filling me to the brim before he’s even truly in me. He wouldn’t hurt me, would he? A wave of fear rips through me and I whimper softly trying to fight to haze. Peeta’s eye are quickly on mine as he rips his face from my throat, his body still as stone.

“Talk to me baby” he whispers against my lips as his eyes search mine imploringly

My sweet Peeta.

“Mean Peeta” I whisper not wanting to wound him

I didn’t see him that way right now but my memories...he didn’t look at me.

“How can I fix it baby?” “Look at me?” I plead “And don’t let go”

I trail the nails of my right hand up his arm and thread them through his, giving it a squeeze so he understood.

“Never” he affirms tightening his grip as his right-hand cups my neck, thumb caressing my cheek. “Can you relax for me pretty girl?”

Oh I liked when he talked to me like this. Peeta was so verbal about his thoughts when it came to his affections for me after he’d admitted it on stage. It always incapacitated any logical functions my brain had, stilling my tongue. Maybe it was because he figured, fuck it. He was a boy who’d never been able to tell the girl he loved how he felt and then they were thrown in a fight to the death, royal rumble style, together.

Might as well say what he'd always wanted to while he could right? Except he didn’t die. I refused to let him. My goal was to get him out from the jump so now, here we were. Now he could sing every limerick he’d ever dreamed for me because he was alive. We were alive and he had me. Here in his arms.

If I thought I could fall no deeper in love with the man above me I couldn’t be more wrong. My body dips as I relax with his eyes reminding me just how much he adores me. Peeta Mellark is truly perfection.

“Just like that baby” he moans against my lips slipping deeper within me feeling me loosen around him

I can’t muster words any words, gasping for all the air he seemed hellbent on snatching from me, squeezing his warm fingers as they remind me that he’s always here for me. His lips capture mine as he slides deeper and I feel so full. It hurts a little but I’ve been through much worse.

“You’re doing so good baby” he moans as he suckles my tongue “I’m halfway there. You’re swallowing me up so good”

Halfway? God how was I going to fit all of him inside me? My body quakes as his right hand rolls my nipples between his fingers making me clench down on him in response.

“That feel good beautiful?” he groans as he pulsates within me. Shit. There was no way he could get bigger. Oh God. “Mmmhmm you feel me sweetness. I know you can take me more of me. Open up for me beautiful. Give me all of you”

His words unwind every muscle in my frame so my legs fall open wider. I’m tilting my pelvis to take in more of him, making my pussy drip for him as he showers me with praise.

Oh my sweet Peeta.

“Peeta ah!” I gasped as he slips in to the hilt and I feel his curls against mine.

“Oh fuck!” he hisses stilling his hips for a minute “You did so good love. I’m in. Can you feel me?” he hums rolling his tongue over my bottom lip as his eyes melt my nerves into butter. “Oh yes Peeta” I sigh clenching down on him as I squeeze his fingers again “Tell me when you’re ready ok? I won’t move until you are” he asserts as he pecks my cheeks and lips

I nod, sliding my hand through his hair to rest in the curls the nape of it, pulling him down so his chest is to mine and kiss him deeply. He groans and returns my passion with vigor as his tongue rolls and caresses mine. I whimper in his mouth when he suckles my tongue in that way that he knows makes me putty in his heated embrace.

“Peeta you can move. Please. I want all of you too” I plead fervently “Oh yeah?”

His hips roll up into mine and it shocks me to the root when his thick tip grinds against a place deep within me I’d never reached myself. I whisper his name as my waist winds with his to match that lovely rhythm he’d created deep in my soul.

“Just like that” I sigh “You want me deep like this sweetness?”

His hips slide back so that he’s halfway pulled out of me before slowly sliding back in, his lips capturing mine in a soft kiss before kissing my chin. That felt good. When I start trying to thrust my hips into his he smirks against my lips before dipping his mouth to my ear.

“You want more baby?” “Oh yes please!” I can’t help nor do I care how shameless I sound as I whimper, practically crooning in his ear, nodding my head vigorously. “Tell me how you want me. I’m all yours” he rasps.

His hips quicken, the sound of them slapping softly against mine with each gentle thrust.

“Harder. Please. I’m so full. It feels so good” I gasp “I want more” “I’ll give you everything you need love. All night if you want. I’ll be covered in you by morning” he nods sucking at my pulse and squeezing my fingers as his hips pick up the pace, the pressure increasing with each thrust.

As his hips begin to slam into mine, I drag my nails down his back as I feel my second orgasm threatening to shatter me into a million pieces.

“Peeta oh, I’m coming! Peeta just like that” I cry sinking teeth into his shoulder and rolling my hips “Oh no. Look at me baby. I want to see you cum. I want to watch you”

I raise my head and find his heated gaze on my face, having been watching me all the while.

“So. Close” I grit my teeth trying to find my reason as my vision begins to blur rendering me delirious with desire “Mmmhmm. Cum for me. Cum for me love” he groans against my lips in a voice so sinful it makes me whimper.

His breath is intermingling with mine s to the point I can’t tell which is his and which is mine. His lips wrap around the tip of my tongue, suckling back and forth in that way that makes every muscle in my belly clench. His thumb grazes across my scar rubbing soothing circles and I come apart at the seams, screaming his name and thanking God that me screaming his name was a normal occurrence to anyone who knows my name because I was loud as Peeta made love to me. As I come apart around him, holding him tight to me, I sing his name against his lips with my legs locked tight and shaking as I cum all over him buried deep within me.

“Fuck baby I’m cumming!” he curses trying to pull back

My legs keep him firmly locked in place as I shake my head.

“You promised not to let go” I gasp trying to think through my earth-shattering orgasm

His kisses are bruising and I welcome them as I claw hungrily at him anywhere my free hand can touch. His thrusts are quicker, a little harsher in a way that rubs me so deep I feel that coil tightening.

“Oh no. I can’t cum again oh please” I cry out

I don’t care how needy it made me look as I fought the rocking of my hips while he drove me closer and closer to my peak again with his quick, deep strokes.

“Yes. One more time baby. Cum with me sweet girl. You can do it. I got you. I’m here” he moans against my so hotly that he pulls it from me with his adoring words. “Peeta! Oh Peeta, I love you!” I scream so hard my throat hurts, nails raking down his back as I explode into a million different directions “Oh baby I love you too. So much. Here I cum” he moans, his tongue now in my mouth

His hips give one last sharp thrust and then his back bows and he cries out lowly in my mouth, his chest vibrating against mine, the both of us trembling in one another's arms, him filling me to the brim. His hips roll and jerk in spasms as we ride out our orgasms together. When he is spent, Peeta gives me one more tender kiss before slowly withdrawing himself from me so gently I hardly feel the sting. He kisses my droopy eyelids, giving my hand a squeeze, before releasing my fingers and continuing to shower my face in butterfly kisses. I giggle and squeeze at his shoulders at the ticklish sensation, every nerve ending of my highly sensitive body at the moment.

“Be right back beautiful”

I miss his warmth immediately when he removes himself from me and leaves the bed, pulling the cover over me, before making his way to the bathroom. I hear water running and him tinkering with some bottles before he comes back.

“Spread your legs for me?” he hums

I do it without question, dragging myself up onto my forearms and watch him take a washrag out of a bowl with steam coming from it. He’s gentle as he wipes my thighs and pussy clean with the soapy cloth.

“Ummm you’re gonna have to push my cum out. And I promise it will not be a little bit” he admits with a blush “I’ve been waiting to do that for a long time” “Like this?” I contract all my pelvic muscles and concentrate before I push

Peeta’s face takes on a look of bewilderment, his eyes growing wide and mouth popping open.

“I cannot believe that you really did” he breaths and I see that sparkle of arousal again

I hide my face behind my hands and let him finish cleaning me off, only lowering them when he’s finished toweling me dry. After he cleans himself up, Peeta climbs into the bed with me and pulls my naked body into his chest.

“I cannot believe how much I’ve been missing out on not talking to you about it” I sigh feeling exhaustion seep into my bones “Trust me you can spend the rest of your life making it up to me” he smirks before kissing my forehead “Plan on it” I yawn snuggling my face deeper into his chest “Say it again?” he whispers lowly

For some reason I know exactly what he means. I pull my face from his chest and shimmy in his arms until we’re eye to eye, gazing lovingly into his honey glazed eyes that hold a hint of unease in them. I bring my hands up to his face and cup his cheeks, kissing his lips tenderly just as he had treated my body, making sure I was looking him right in the eyes as I spoke the words this time.

“I love you Peeta Mellark” I blush loving how his arms tighten and his kiss deepens at my admission

God I was such an idiot for running from this for so long. We’d been through enough. It was time. And God how I truly do love every inch of Peeta Mellark. I just hope that I can shower him with love the way he’s always made me feel.

The Next Morning

Haymitch stumbled into Peeta’s knowing there’d be bread on the counter for him to snack on to soak up some of this alcohol from his wild night down at the Hob. When he plopped down in a chair at the table, he was pleased to see there were some rolls on the counter and a pot boiling some water. Baker boy never disappoints. Munching on a roll Haymitch poured himself a cup of coffee and enjoyed the peace before Peeta waddled into the room rubbing his eyes, scratching at his naked chest startling him. Peeta was clearly equally surprised to see him when he stopped rubbing at his eyes. He was shirtless and wore sweatpants that weren’t tied so that they hung low on his hips. He was blushing now as he skirted his way around Haymitch, who just watched him with a raised brow at the unusual skittish behavior. He remained silent as Peeta nervously made two cups of hot chocolate, dumping marshmallows in one.

“Are those scratch marks on your back boy?” Haymitch asked incredulously

Peeta cleared his throat, pushing his hand through his overgrown bang nervously.

“Maybe? I hadn’t noticed” “Everything alright?” “Of course.” “Did you fix things?” He asked with narrowed eyes

Now Peeta looks like he wishes he could just evaporate.

“I did. We did” “Good. Where is she?” “Maybe later Haymitch?”

Now Peeta looks terrified and it makes Haymitch suspicious.

“Where is she Peeta?” “Upstairs. Sleeping”

Haymitch walks right past him and bounds up the stairs two at a time.

“Shit. Haymitch wait!” Peeta cursed darting behind him

Haymitch pushed open the cracked bedroom door and had to do a double take before the sight could register. You were fast asleep just as Peeta had said, naked beneath his blankets wrapped around your waist. You lay face down, dark hair fanned across his pillows, one of them clutched tightly in the outstretched arms above your shoulders with your face buried in it. He hadn’t seen you look this at peace in a few years. Sliding backwards Haymitch quietly closed the door before whipping to face Peeta who clearly wanted to flee. Drunk or not, Haymitch was lethal at the worst of times. He grabbed him by the ear and pulled Peeta back to the living room, only releasing him once they got to the couch.

“I see you fixed it”, he smirks dryly “Yeah” Peeta coughs rubbing his reddening ear “I’m proud of you”

Peeta beams and scratches his cheek at the praise.

“Be careful...she’s still, fragile. Remember your way back to each other when things get hard” “Always”

6 Months Later

“There is no way she’s going for this” Peeta repeats for the hundredth time “It’s either that or almost 2 months without you. Which do you think she’ll pick?” Haymitch sighs beyond exasperated with this conversation

They’d been going over this for days and he still hadn’t convinced Peeta this was the only option you'd accept. Whether you liked it or not.

“I still think it’s a little early for this” Peeta sighs “It could help. It’s been over 3 years. It might help to see it in a different and better light, now that things have changed” “Even now when we talk about it...I can see that it still hurts her. I don’t like making her talk about those times” “Well, the train pulls out tomorrow night. You don’t have much choice but to talk it out when she gets back, now do ya?” “Fine!” Peeta huffs in defeat running his hands through his bang again.

***

When I get back from town I’m practically sprinting as I hurry back to Peeta’s to show him the new ingredients I’d managed to get from District 12’s new trades market. Peeta would have so many options to bake from! Maybe it’ll even help him with his current massive order list? When I burst into the living room where I can hear his voice filtering from, I’m unsurprised to see Haymitch.

“Hey” I beam at them

They both look as if they’d swallowed a live snake and weren’t sure how to tell me there was one waiting for me too. I sit at Peeta’s side on the couch, dropping my goodies on the other side of me, before turning to Haymitch, ready for the worst.

“Did something happen?” “Yes and no” Peeta starts “Do you know about Peeta’s orders?” Haymitch cuts right to the quick “Yeah. He’s got wedding cakes, a few shops to open and some other stuff to work on for different districts. Why?” “It’s more than that” Haymitch sighs

The hairs on the back of my neck stand up in warning.

“You know that every few years, the Victors meet up as representatives with Paylor to go over some policies and whatnot, right?” “Yeah. You always go” I insist with narrowed eyes not liking where this was headed “Peeta will be going this time too. Many of his orders are there and he needs the time to get everything ready”

My eyes flash up to Peeta’s and fear constricts my throat. I don’t realize my hands are gripping his arm like a vice until I feel his gentle hand atop both of mine.

“How long?” “A couple months”

I bite back the selfish words as I feel them about to spill over my lips, dropping my head in shame at the fear welling within me at the thought of not only being away from him, but for so long. If I asked him to stay, he would. But I’d worked too hard for the world to see and appreciate his masterpieces. I couldn’t be the reason they never would. I bite down on my bottom lip hard and exhale deeply through my nose. I don’t want him to go but I know he has to. Not to mention it’s been years since either of us have been seen in the Capitol after the war. Haymitch was District 12’s public face again when it came to the Victors from here, no longer Peeta and I, because I’d spent these last years in seclusion trying to get my memories and mind back. Killing Coin had brought this peace for everyone else but I still fought wars in my head because of what she and Snow put me through.

“Hey” Peeta calls softly against my ear

I don’t want to look at him right now. I don’t want his eyes to remind me that he would never leave me if he had a choice because I will ask him not to.

“Look at me sweetness” he coaxes softly kissing my temple

When I finally look back up into his eyes, I see the worry in them and it makes me angry at myself. I can do this!

“I don’t have-”

I shake my head quickly, cutting off the words I knew he was about to say.

“Yes, you do. I want you to go” “I want you to come”

My eyes dart to Haymitch in my peripheral vision off to my left and I can see he’s visibly uncomfortable.

“Where is it being held this year?”

They exchange a look and I know the answer before either speaks it.

“The Capitol”

I push away from Peeta and tuck my hands under my armpits, sinking my nails into the skin of my back to stave off the vicious memories threatening to spill out from the door I’d locked them behind. I don’t want to look at either of them right now. It’s not safe.

“Where?” I breathe “The President’s mansion” “Not the Training Center, right?” I whisper shakily curling into myself, fingers in my hair. “I’d never make you go back in there” Peeta asserts pulling me into his lap with ease, rocking me back and forth “And I’d never allow it” Haymitch shakes his head with disgust at the thought “We...we can stay on the ground floor, right? Not the second floor?” I whisper sounding like a small child “We can do whatever you want” Peeta nods against the top of my head “What’s on the second floor?” Haymitch asks curiously “In the back, behind Snow’s office, in the left corridor” I swallow grateful for Peeta’s strong arms tight around me, holding me together. “When he wanted to watch or hear me. They’d bring me there. It’s where they...my hands” “I remember this story” Peeta nods against the top of my head giving me a squeeze “The last time we were on Capitol grounds together, fighting to take it. They sent you to our squad. You talked to Finnick about it” “What happened?” Haymitch presses “Can you talk about it?”

I know what he was doing. If this was how I acted at the thought of going how would I act while there? I needed to shed some of the bad blood on me from my imprisonment. I turn in Peeta’s arms so we’re both facing Haymitch but I can keep his arms around me, his fingers threaded through mine, chin resting on my head. I really love when he holds me like this.

I begin my story hoping this would take some of the edge off of my fear.

#i ship it #romance #peeta my beloved #peeta x reader #peeta mellark x reader #peeta hg fanfiction #peeta fanfiction #peeta smut #peeta mellark smut #the hunger games peeta #peeta mellark #thg peeta #survivor’s remorse #survivors remorse #part four #fanfiction writer #hunger games fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic

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brothermoth · 2 months ago

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See I need to share my dad's lore because someone needs to study this man like a bug. We plan to donate his body to science so a bunch of medical students can see the most brain damage a person can possibly have without losing major bodily function.

Now, my grandparents moved around a bit when their kids were little, but my dad spent most of his childhood in rural New York and the middle of bumfuck nowhere in a cottage (it's a shack, make no mistake) on the shore of lake Erie. His parents did not know what the fuck he was doing at any given moment. This guy was diagnosed with ADHD in the SEVENTIES. Do you even know how bad he had to be to get diagnosed in the 70s??

He was a menace of a child but his parents put him in tball instead of getting the little bastard some much needed Adderall. He was super athletic all his life (didn't pass those genes on to me, unfortunately) but this also went along with deeply concerning injuries in the way every boy in the 70s had at one point or another.

He has:

-had his EAR ripped almost completely off while playing middle school football — he duck-taped it back on and it just kinda healed itself

-fell into a storm cellar backwards and got knocked out when he was like 5

-been hit in the head by a hockey stick and knocked out

-had his head smash through a wooden door playing floor hockey in gym class

-broke his leg that one time and then tried out for his highschool wrestling team with the cast on (he got on and ended up being captain)

-broke his thumb and didn't tell anyone, then had to have it re broken at the doctor's

-got knocked out in at least 4 fights

-had his knee replaced in his early 30s, drove himself to the gas station to buy a 12 pack, then fell down the stairs with said 12 pack, smashed half the bottles, and popped stitches out

-broken the same toe at least twice; the nail turned black and fell off the first time

-broke his nose falling out of bed like three months ago

-lost a tooth playing hockey

-cut the tip of his thumb off with a hand saw while camping; duck-taped it and continued camping for another 3 days

-has had at least 20 fishhooks caught in his hands

-had Bell's Palsy a few years ago (he was fine he just couldn't eat soup for a while and it was hilarious)

-had too many drinks and burned off his fingerprints on the side of a mini fire pit (the kind that looks like a paint can), laughed about it, and went golfing the next day with huge blisters on his fingers

~~~~~

I'm missing so many. So many. It's a miracle he reproduced. He has so much brain damage but he's fine, he just ignores it.

~~~~~~~~~~Robert's Greatest Hits~~~~~~~~~~

[In Boston] "Oh yeah that used to be an IRA bar. I think I'm still banned for getting into a fight."

"You know my buddy REDACTED? Yeah he got electrocuted once. Almost died, I visited him in the ICU a couple times, he's fine now though."

"I went into a gas station in rural Florida once, super hungover. My buddy went in and came out with tears in his eyes saying don't go in there, so of course I had to. Guy at the counter had a wooden peg leg like a pirate, and there was a nail screwed in. Attached to the nail was a chain and at the end of the chain was a super sickly looking chicken. Weirdest thing I've ever seen, I think."

"You know that plane crash that killed JFK Jr? His girlfriend he was with—i dated her in college."

"Who's that singer? Dupa Loopa or whatever"

~~~~~~Unhinged Information~~~~~~~~

—his childhood babysitter was the actress who now voices Eda from the Owl House (I've met her twice she's very nice. I fell down the back steps of her mom's cottage once)

—He used to bring home water moccasins (y'know, the venomous snakes) and show them to his very terrified mother

—they had a golden retriever named Toby and nobody can remember if she was a boy or a girl

—while cleaning out the basement he found his ID card from the World Trade Center when he went for a business trip...ON AUGUST 10TH OF 2001

—he lived in Boston in his 20s and took a bet while absolutely hammered to run the Boston Marathon, did it hungover and placed like 200-somethingth

—ate a spider by accident one time because he thought it was a bread crumb from his sandwich

—will drive out of his way just to see car accidents

—man's a sympathy vomiter

—will pet literally any animal. If it's small and sweet he's immediately just ready to commit a crime for it

—likes to pick fights with cops but only if they're rude first. He has gone to court to fight 14 dollar parking tickets just out of spite (and somehow he always talks himself out of it)

—swears to god he's seen aliens

—has hardcore puzzle autism. He'll stay up until 1 am just to get 12 more pieces and will finish a 1200 piece puzzle in a day

—also fish autism I swear to God

—you can put this guy in the middle of nowhere and he somehow always knows where north is

#Dad lore #Family lore #Storytime #I feel so bad he's married to my mom #I'm a child of “should be divorced” parents

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chaos-and-codeine · 5 months ago

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Alright, so I'm taking forever to finish up some actual fics (my fault for starting like 7 because now I can't choose which to work on first), but I wanted to get on here anyway.

No idea what to say about this because it's a bunch of little things smashed into one post, but go off I guess. Without further ado:

Literally just a few weirdly specific but broad enough rambling whumpy thoughts that are getting me good right now and maybe they'll get you too:

Warnings and content: Talk of injury and pain, mentions of poison and electrocution, blood, tears, implied drinking/drugs and mentioned withdrawals, emotion and fear and insecurity (poor guy needs a hug man)

-Whumpee that isn't covered in blood or bruises, but is in so much pain and just clings to caretakers hand or their shirt or the bedsheet while caretaker strokes their thumb on their forehead. Maybe they're poisoned and the painkillers helped but it just has to work through their system. Maybe they were tortured with electricity and their muscles are so tired and torn. Maybe they were drowned and revived for information. Take your pick, but whatever the situation, caretaker will wipe the tears falling towards their ears and won't leave their side.

-The world (or state or country or whatever floats the boat in your fictional universe) has gone to crap and the team can't go to a hospital or to their main headquarters because the enemy will get them. So they and their injured whumpee go to a secondary base that isn't usually used. They were able to get a lot of their medical supplies but this base isn't set up for such needs. Whumpee is on a couch or a pullout bed, bloodied and bruised. The team medic is doing their best, rationing pain meds so they can keep from running out and causing whumpee more pain later. Caretaker sits opposite medic, holding onto whumpee with one hand and helping medic however they can with the other hand.

-Whumpee made some bad decisions. Tragic Thing™️ happened and they tried to hold it together but in their desperation to seem okay they hid their pain from everybody. They disappeared and the team hadn't seen them for weeks. They went to old habits and people to tried to escape themselves. When they finally show up at the teams doorstep, they're shaking and scared and hurting in multiple ways now. They start apologizing desperately and wonder if they should've come here, but caretaker rushes at them and squeezes them tightly and whispers assurances that they should very much be there. Whumpee is weak and sick and beat up and withdrawals are probably beginning. Caretaker makes food and gathers medicines and curls up next to them and wipes their tears, lingering on the sides of their head as they lock eyes, "I got you, whumpee. Your emotions aren't too big for us, let us carry them with you."

(I suppose all this proves is that I'm obsessed with whumpee being held and assured while they're in mad pain)

#whump #caretaker #whump tropes #whump recovery

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blutopaz15 · 1 year ago

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a banther punch ficlet 💖

The banther—or whatever had been a banther—busts through the Bookery door…and everything happens quickly.

In a flash, Rayla’s through all her arrows, and even with the way Callum’s magic sends them whizzing across the library, they’re no help. That…thing doesn’t seem to mind the arrows buried in its haunches or sticking out of its shoulders as it barrels towards the both of them, and speaking of barreling towards danger—

Callum must’ve been counting her shots, she realizes, because before she can shout out a plea or a plan, he’s sprinting full speed at the banther, staff in hand, fulminus on his lips, lightning sparkling across his clenched fist, and she’s not sure what exactly she’d been expecting, but Callum punching a banther in the face…hadn’t been it.

She’s not shocked, though, when Callum’s feet hit the ground and then immediately spring back up as he jumps and twirls and jerks around. He shakes out his hand, then clutches it into his chest, cursing the whole time…and Rayla knows what those moves mean.

That’s all in her periphery, though, for the moment, as she vaults over to the cursed, corrupted—now-crispy—creature, and puts it definitively out of its misery. Swiftly, her blade’s through its heart, its screeching has ceased, and she and Callum are both panting in the silence.

“Is it—?”

“Already was, I think,” Rayla answers, wrinkling her nose at the now-apparent stench of electrocuted banther as Stella scampers into her pouch, clinging to her leg. She leaves her messy blade in place for the moment and turns away just as Callum goes to pick up his dropped staff. He’s reached with his right, though, and she winces with him.

He hisses in a breath, then curses some more, cradling his wrist…and everything happens quickly.

In an instant, she’s at his side, guiding him by the shoulders to the clearest nearby table, and her hands are reaching for his.

“Let’s see,” she asks as Callum’s already laying his palm across hers…and it’s only then that she hesitates.

It’s just a second, though, that she’s frozen with his hand in hers: it’s selfish, she quickly tells herself, to stall in taking care of him with what he’s just done to protect her. It’d been stupid, it’d been reckless…and, yeah, it’d worked, but it’d hurt him. That twinges in her gut: she was supposed to keep him safe, and she hadn’t, and…

The least she can do is make sure that he’s okay.

…and that means ignoring the warmth of his hand, and how hot to the touch his fingers are, and how she’s missed his huge, heavy palm overwhelming hers…

Rayla swallows painfully around the lump in her throat.

She has to focus.

“It’s—ow,” he jolts, even just at her gently folding his fingers into a fist, but he leaves his grip closed like she’d intended, showing her he can hold it there on his own. “It’s my wrist.”

“Hand doesn’t hurt?” She runs her thumb across his gloved knuckles, looking for him to recoil if they’re bloody, sure already that they’ll bruise at least…but he shakes his head.

“Not as bad,” he answers, and Rayla slides her thumb against his palm, into the space his slackened fist leaves…and ignores how nice and inviting that warmth is—she has to focus—to help his hand to open instead.

It’s uncomfortable—she can tell from the grunt he hums and the way his hand tremors—but he does it without much more complaint than that, stretching his fingers open briefly on his own …and Rayla lets out the breath she’d been holding, pretty sure, at this point, that it’s nothing that won’t be better in a day or two.

“Never done that before,” he comments, letting his hand curl closed around hers again…and she looks up, frozen still again for another too-long second, thinking he’s actually holding it, but—

He opens his grip again, and it’s just him testing it out, she realizes with another twinge—in her heart this time.

“Really?” she teases, glad he’d been looking at their hands while she’d been gaping at him, hoping the moonlight is dim enough that he won’t see that she’s blushing. She pulls at his first finger, gently squeezing it, encouraging him to point, which, again, he does with a grimace, his finger twitching with the effort. “I’ve punched loads of banthers. You’ll get the hang of it.”

“Mmm, nah,” Callum answers with a half-hearted chuckle, “one banther punch is enough for me, thanks—ugh.”

Rayla presses at his second finger so it joins his first, and he cringes more deeply at that, so she lightens her touch with the third, just matching her fingertips against his.

As dumb it was to punch a banther…

“Lightning definitely did the job, though,” she shrugs, pressing their palms flat together too, letting herself fluster—just a bit more—in hopes that he’ll beam about it too. “Nice going, mage,”

His fingers are still straight against hers, trembling…but then they slip to the side, gently curling into the slots between hers, and—

She looks up, and—

He’s looking too, beaming just as bright as she’d hoped, and—

She has to focus.

Rayla clears her throat and untangles their fingers, pressing her thumb along that last little finger she hasn’t checked yet. “This one too?”

Callum doesn’t even flinch as he straightens out the last of his fingers. “So…what’s the verdict?”

“Well,” she says, returning him his hand and immediately missing it, “we’ve got two good wrists between us still.”

“Yours still?” he asks with a frown, and she shakes her head.

That’d been his takeaway? That old, well-worth-it ache of hers? With his own stupid recklessness swelling his wrist as they speak?

“Only sometimes,” Rayla answers, with a shrug and Stella’s already rummaging through her nearby pack for the bandage she keeps on hand. “You’re in luck, actually, because that means I have—” Stella finishes her sentence for her, plopping the roll of fabric into her open hand. “I think it’s just sprained.”

“Well, that’s good, right?” Callum rubs his own wrist, flexing and stretching his fingers.

“You’ll be okay,” she nods, halfway smiling…and Callum knows what’s next, clearly. She doesn’t even have to reach for him, but…she does need his glove off. “Um, probably better under—”

“Right, uh—” he starts, voice cracking…and she can definitely see his blush. He tugs the glove off first, then ditches the wristbands and rolls up his sleeve, examining the swollen joint before she can. “You know, I can do it, if—”

She really doesn’t want to explain—that she owes him this much at least if he’s going to do dumb stuff like that for her, that she honestly would just really like to hold his hand—and luckily, the sideways, skeptical look she gives him is explanation enough.

“No, yeah, you’re right,” he laughs breathily. “That was…dumb.”

Callum hands over his bare palm then, smiling in full…

She has to focus…and she definitely does—

—but not on the bandage.

It’s necessary, of course, to take a look at the swelling first, she tells herself…so, that’s where she starts, her fingers ghosting over the underside of his barely puffed-up wrist, finding his warm skin has quickly cooled. And she ought to make sure his knuckles are okay too, obviously…so, she carefully flips his palm, angling his hand to see the red, split skin without touching, barely pushing aside the thought that lips might be gentle enough for the tiny wounds.

She starts wrapping his wrist, then, pressing the end of the bandage into his still-warm palm, carefully winding the fabric over the swelling…and her throat is just as tight, she thinks, touching him for so long, so lightly.

Everything happens quickly.

Too soon, she’s tucking the end of the bandage in, marveling at the smooth, softness of his skin, tracing the half-covered lines of the rune above his injured wrist…looking for excuses to linger a little longer.

It’s unnecessary…but she straightens the wrap over the edges of volantis.

“Probably no flying for—”

She looks up, and—

He’s looking too, lips hanging open, eyes hazy, mossy green, and—

She has to focus.

“—for a bit, and…no more punching banthers for me either.”

It’s time, she thinks, to let go, to look away…but she hesitates, and—

His left layers over her right, holding her fingers folded around his hurt knuckles, and he shrugs as he lifts their stacked hands...to his lips.

“No promises.”

#rayllum #rayllum ficlet #banther punch speculation bc WHY NOT #hurt/comforty take bc I know what I'm about <3 #rayla pov #hurt/comfort #injury care

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miradelletarot · 9 months ago

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Part 3: The Fury and the Fire - The Weave and the Vines

Summary: Elminster left after delivering his punishing news. While the others in camp are equally shocked and upset with the news, none seem to be taking harder than Sagora. When she isolates herself, Gale can't help but be worried about her safety.

TAGS: Angst, fluff, emotional hurt/comfort

Words: 2,242 | AO3 “Yours must be the sacrifice that will undo the Absolute.” The words squirmed through Sagora’s brain with more fervor than the tadpoles residing within her.

She was glad when Elminster left the camp. Another moment longer, and she might have taken the form of an owlbear, and shredded him into so many pieces that even Mystra wouldn’t be able to find the remains. The fire in her eyes was so wild that Astarion himself feared making a snarky comment in the off-chance she would incinerate him with a mere glance. The heat and tension in the air was so thick it could be cut with a knife. Gale softly made an attempt at subduing her rising rage, but was met with a venomous sting that rivaled the most poisonous of creatures.

He gingerly reached for her shoulder. “...Sagora? Are you –” She snapped away from him as if to avoid being electrocuted. “Don’t touch me.” She backed away from Gale, and pushed her way between their other companions. Sprinting to the cliffs' edge near where they made camp, she did a swan dive over the edge as she shifted into a dire raven, and flew off into the twilight sky. It was dangerous to go off alone, but she needed to release her rage as far from everyone as possible.

* * *

Wyll offered to prepare the camp’s meal instead of Gale. He had enough on his mind that evening. Gale understood the task he was given, assessing that it was both an appropriate punishment and penance for his folly. It didn’t make the pain of his new reality harder to swallow, however. Worse still, everyone in camp tried to either make small talk to help him feel better, or outright share their misgivings at Mystra’s absurd demands when all he wanted was to just be alone. After finally indulging everyone’s thoughts and feelings in camp, Gale retired to his tent hoping for respite. He anxiously rearranged his tent, and thumbed through damn near every book he had on hand. Nothing settled his worried mind. She’s been gone for hours now. Intrusive thoughts raced through his already overwhelmed mind. This is your fault, you know. She left because of you. You betrayed her like you betrayed your goddess. If she gets attacked while she’s out there alone you’ll have only yourself to blame. He had enough. Spell components and weapons in hand, he rushed out of his tent, and walked past his companions who were circled around the fire as they enjoyed a warm meal. “Gale, are you hungry?” He ignored Karlach. Wyll stood, and sprinted after him. It took him some effort to keep up with Gale in his focused state. “Gale, c’mon. Sit down and breathe a minute. We can figure this out. It’ll be fi –” “ – No, Wyll.” He stopped to look at Wyll with an intensity not usually seen by his allies. “I have had my fair share of follies for one lifetime. This is one mistake I’d like to rectify…while I still can.” He stalked off leaving Wyll behind.

He pointed to the end of his quarterstaff. “Lux via.” A warm radiance illuminated the night around him. As he neared the edge of the plateau, he drew a small feather from his pouch, and closed a fist around it. “Facera Ascendio.” The Weave sparked in Gale’s hand as he gestured in the air, causing the feather to vanish, and disappear along with his incantation in the wind. He flew off the edge in Sagora’s direction in hopes that he would find her safe.

* * *

It wasn’t easy trying to navigate the valley below. Gale lost count of how many times he cast Fly on himself just to try and find her. His latest spell wore off leaving him in a dark clearing near a patch of trees. Thank the gods for the bit of light he had. He had wandered what felt like the entire Mountain Pass, but still hadn’t located her.

All was quiet for a moment. Nothing more than a gentle breeze, or a cricket’s song broke the silence of the night around him. Gale collected another feather, preparing to cast another spell when the silence was ruptured by distant, bone-chilling screeching sounds. Normally he would avoid the obvious sounds of danger nearby, but Sagora was out here alone as far as he knew. What if she’s in danger? He thought. No time to dally. Like a moth to a flame he ran towards the sounds. He stopped at the apex of the hill when he saw an owlbear rampaging and screeching at the nearby trees as if they were foes attempting to slaughter the beast before them. Tufts of fur and feathers blown everywhere as the creature mercilessly clawed at the trees, entirely consumed with rage. The extensive damage caused a tree to fell one of its weaker branches, and fell on top of the owlbears’ body. With a yelp, the owlbear was knocked prone, and the magic faded to reveal a bloodied, red-haired druid. Sagora. Gale took off down the hill to reach her. The adrenaline coursed through her veins allowing her to fling the branch off with relative ease. She stood – not realizing Gale was approaching from behind – and began to scream, and sob as she flung spells at anything she could damage.

“FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!! ” Fire, Ice, thorns, and vines flew through the air with reckless abandon as she wailed. The pressure of this mission was too much. Everyone’s problems, their traumas, and the fate of Faerûn fell squarely on her shoulders. The man she was falling in love with, now charged with an excruciating death as penance for his sins. I got too close. I felt too much. She thought.

“Sagora! Stop!” His pleas nearly silenced by an onslaught of magical vines hurled in his direction before she realized who called to her. She was a mess of earth, blood, sweat, and tears, the heat coming off her body nearly rivaling Karlach’s. She fell to her knees in an exhausted, sobbing mess. Gale approached her, and while he wanted nothing more than to scoop her up and tell her everything would be okay, he wasn’t even sure himself. He knelt in front of her, reaching a hand toward her face to sweep some of her hair out of her face. “Sagora, I…I’m so sorry.” Again, she rejected his attempts at affection as she jerked away from him. Through gritted teeth and flowing, hot tears, she shouted at him all of the unsaid feelings she kept like a secret. “Tell me, Gale! How long were you gonna let this go?? Hmm?! All your sweet words, and kind demeanor were they just to win me over? So you could bed me before you kill yourself for your bitch goddess?!” She wanted her words to sting, and sting they did. Her words stabbed him in the gut like a dagger. “Do you take me for a fool, Gale? Am I just your toy to play with until you run back to Mystra’s tits??” More poison oozed from her lips, rendering his very soul. All he could do was stare back at her, and allow the assault to happen. “Ever since the fucking Nautiloid, I have taken care of everyone else’s problems! Help the grove, save the tieflings, find Halsin, kill the goblins, Get to Moonrise to find Wyll’s father, deliver Shadowheart to her goddess, stop an arrogant wizard from exploding by feeding him magical items… SHALL I GO ON!?” Gale’s brows curled upward as sadness and regret washed over him.

She let out a heavy sigh. “I’ve hardly had a moment to mourn my mother’s death. My father’s supposed to be in Baldur’s Gate. I don’t even know if he’s aware that she died. I was captured before I could send word. I’m not even sure I’ll be able to find my father once we get there. If we get there.” She sighed again, shakily, trying to stop herself from crying again. “My grove needs a leader. I am that leader now that mother’s gone.” Her voice softened finally. “Assuming they haven’t presumed me dead yet.” “Sagora…”

“I know, Gale. I’m an ass. More worried about my own problems when you literally have a bomb that could level a city, in your chest.” “No. Sagora… please.” His expression was insistent enough to make her fall silent. “The news from Elminster is certainly not an easy thing for me to digest, but I failed to realize just how many burdens you placed on yourself. It’s far too much for one person.”

Within the brief moment of quiet between them, Gale waved his hand and whispered an incantation to help clean the blood and dirt from Sagora’s body. “Thank you,” she whispered as she glanced down at her hands. “You’re right though.” She cocked a brow at him. “I can be quite arrogant at times I suppose. Such is the nature of a young man who garnered the attention of a goddess. One starts to think they are actually something quite special in this world. Oh, how silly a notion that is.” He paused. Finally, he was forced to think about his situation, and the relationship he once held with Mystra. “I want to be furious with you, Gale. Truly. But, I’m not sure if I should be angry with you because you lied about the orb, your relationship with Mystra, or the fact that I was foolish enough to fall in love with a man who is ready to die for a goddess who doesn’t respect him.” Shit. Her true feelings rushed forth like a waterfall, untamed. There’s no taking that back now.

Gale carefully extended his hand to hers until the tips of their fingers touched. She didn’t recoil this time. He fully took her hand into his, smoothing his thumb over a bruise that already began to surface.

“Yes, she and I were lovers once. But there is no love lost between us. I see that now. I’m not sure I’m ready to die for someone who so easily cast me aside. However, I am willing to keep an open mind. Not for her, but for the sake of Faerûn.” Sagora’s lip quivered as she made a fruitless attempt to choke back another wave of tears. He raised one hand to her cheek, and gently swept away the fresh tears that trailed down her face. His touch only made her feel more. “I would never take advantage of you. You’re not a play thing either. I could never trifle with your heart like that.” Despite the emotional mess she found herself in, she could tell his words were sincere. His gentle eyes pierced into her soul, and made her heart skip a beat. “ I don’t want you to die. There has to be another way. I’m sure of it. Whatever it is, we’ll find it.” The fatigue finally took her over as she let out a heavy breath, and slumped into his chest. Gale hurriedly grabbed his waterskin, and brought it to her lips coaxing her to take a sip. “C’mon now, Love. You’re overheated. Take a drink for me.” He cradled her as she lazily sipped the cool mountain water, her parched lips struggling to be quenched. If she had the energy, she would have gulped it down greedily. Gale took a moment to think as he stowed his waterskin. “Can you shape into something smaller? I only have enough components for one of us to fly back, but you are in no condition to navigate yourself. I’ll carry you.” They had rested long enough for her to muster up the energy to shift into a feline form. He cast his fly spell once again, and scooped up Sagora before taking off. She was small enough that she curled up into the front of his robes. He cradled her through the fabric to ensure she wouldn’t fall out, and lead them both back to camp.

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Gale landed back at camp as gracefully as he could so as not to wake the sleeping feline bundle. Everyone in camp was asleep by now except for Astarion – who looked like he just returned from his own adventure as he casually flicked a drop of blood from the corner of his mouth. “ Wellll…” He drawled out. “The wizard abruptly leaves to find a druid, and returns with a cat.” Gale’s brows furrowed. “This isn’t some cat, Astarion. It’s Sagora.” His words were rough, but hushed. “Oh, Gale, you take me far too seriously. I was just teasing after all.” Astarion’s lips curled into a sly, cheeky grin. Gale huffed, and continued walking toward her tent, Astarion following closely behind. As gently as he could, Gale coaxed her tired form out of his robes, gingerly placing her on her bedroll. “...I’m sure she’ll be fine.” Astarion said with an unusual warmth to his voice. “I’m glad you were able to find her.” Without another word, he left for his own tent. As Gale turned to leave, Sagora roused long enough to drop her form. “Gale?” Her voice was ragged, the taste of copper lingering in the back of her throat. His gaze locked onto her tired, glossy eyes. “Stay. Please.” He paused a moment, and studied her face. It wasn’t filled with lust or longing. She was sad. Alone. Scared. He laid next to her, and covered them both with a blanket, A practiced wave of his hand warming the fabric. He wrapped his arms around her, and pulled her close to his chest. She let out a trembling yet contented sigh as she settled into him, and fell asleep.

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