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hesperisms · 6 months ago

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// The Alphabet of Sylus

"You should know very well that I adore you. There is no love purer than mine."

// summary: my attempt at the lewd Alphabet A-to-Z of Sylus.

// content warnings: 18+ (mdni), the whole thing is lewd, says so on the tin.

// a/n: goes without saying, but these are just my personal headcanons around Sylus. yours may be different and that's A-OK.

likes, reblogs, comments are always appreciated!

A // Aftercare (what they’re like after sex): Sylus knows he can lose himself a little during sex and get a bit rough, which can hurt because he's so big. Because of this, his aftercare is immaculate - it's so important to him to make it up to you afterwards. He will wait as long as you both can stand it to pull out of you, because sleeping inside you is his favorite place to be in the whole universe. He'll get up and draw you a steaming hot bath scented with fragrant oils and then come back to carry you bride-style and lower you into the tub himself. He'll slide in behind you and snuggle your back against his chest, soaping you down and kissing any marks he left on your throat.

B // Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner): Sylus' favorite body part isn't really a body part per se, it's his voice. He loves the effect his voice has on you, how the tiniest little thing whispered can set your pulse quickening and your cheeks flushed red. His favorite body part of yours is your wrists...he loves the delicate strength to them, the way they flex when your fists are wrapped around the butt of a gun, but he cannot get over how easily they melt under his palms when he traps your hands over your head.

C // Cum (anything to do with cum, basically): Lucky for you because he's so well-endowed, Sylus is an oozer. He leaks a lot of precum and it's very pale, almost translucent. When he cums, it's somehow always so hot that it feels like it's searing your body, branding him onto you and leaving a deeper mark each time. He tastes slightly sweet with a slight edge of muskiness to him.

D // Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs): He knows the intimate details of your shared lifetime together; your past experiences, and while in this timeline you surprise him a lot, what never changes is the way your body reacts to his when you're alone together in the dark...

E // Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?): Sylus has had dalliances before, but they were people attempting to sleep their way into his good graces for his influence and power. You're the first time he's had a relationship that is more than just physical, where he actually cares about you emotionally. Due to the nature of his previous relationships, he can tend to be a selfish lover and be a greedy with his affections.

F // Favorite position (this goes without saying): Sylus loves you in a mating press, your knees up over his elbows or his shoulders, getting as deep inside you as he possibly can, right up close nose to nose with you staring into your eyes as he bottoms out inside you.

G // Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.): Sylus mocks you all the time, but never in the moment. When you're being intimate with him, trusting him with your body and your pleasure he takes it incredibly seriously. He treats you like his matriarch, his other half, and he wouldn't dream of doing anything to ruin those moments with you - he banks them away in his memory for when his work needs to keep him separated from you.

H // Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.): Sylus is impeccably groomed and wears a cologne with notes of cedarwood, pomegranate, tangerine and a slight hint of musk. It's a dominant, masculine smell with just the slightest smoky sweetness to it and it reminds you of his kisses after he's been drinking gin fizzes and smoking cigars. He waxes, preferring to just rid his body of hair quickly and be done with it and to be honest, he kind of enjoys the momentary sting of the wax strip.

I // Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect): It depends on if you're just having sex to satisfy a need, or if he's seducing you to satisfy his longing for you. If it's sex for need, he's dominant, confident, strong; he'll wrap his strong hands around your throat while he pounds you down into the bedsheets and love every second of your screaming his name. If he's having a moment of weakness and is lost in his memories of you and longing for his beloved? There's no one more gentle, he'll caress your cheek, peck kisses across your eyelids, cradle his arms around you like a cocoon until you feel like the two of you are the only things that exist.

J // Jack off (masturbation headcanon): Being somewhat long-distance with you, Sylus will masturbate with you, whether you know he's joining you or not...If you're home alone, playing with yourself in the dark and Mephisto reports back? Sylus will tune in through his cameras and watch you, trying to time it so that he cums with you. He's also open to phone sex with you when you engage and if you send him teasing pictures of yourself fresh out of the shower or lying around naked in bed pouting that you miss him, he'll send you back videos of him rubbing himself hard through his pants. He's shameless about his desire for you.

K // Kink (one or more of their kinks): Sylus loves to cum inside you, it's all he wants to do, he hates wearing condoms (though he'll never argue if you insist), and he loves mirror sex, whether it's sitting behind you with his legs locked around yours to keep your thighs spread, forcing you to watch as he pleasures you or just catching his own reflection and the way his hips clench when he's getting close to release, he loves it...it's probably an offshoot of his voyeurism from his time spent watching you through Mephisto's eyes, but he's addicted.

L // Location (favorite places to do the do): Sylus will take you any where, any time that you'll have him. He'd bend you over Jenna's desk in Unicorns HQ if you asked him to, but it has to be on your terms.

M // Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going): Sylus gets incredibly turned on by your trust and submission to him, any time you're in a situation where you're putting yourself in his hands, he is fighting the urge to run with that consent and go wild exploring every inch of your body and marking it as his. Every time he's intimate with you, he's re-branding you, re-claiming you as his.

N // No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs): Sylus would do just about anything you asked him to sexually if you were genuine with your request, he's very emotionally mature and honest with you so if you came to him with a request to try something, he'd do it for you, but he draws the line at sharing you. No threesomes, no cucking, you are his and his alone.

O // Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.): Sylus loves to eat your pussy, but he can be very intense and when he loses control it can be overstimulating and too much; it rare that he'd only eat you out, he's normally always got his fingers inside you at the same time, trying to stretch you and prepare you for his size. He's too big for you to suck properly, but he's fine with you jacking him off while you lick and suck on the tip because he's incredibly sensitive.

P // Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.): The pace Sylus takes with you depends on the situation and the mood that you're both in; if you're both just horny and filling a need he'll be fast and rough with you, but if he's really in his feelings making love to you he'll be very slow and tender with you. Because he knows he can lose control he's very careful to let you set the pace, but he can't help but have a little smug satisfaction if you need his help to make it to the bathroom afterwards because your legs are too shaky.

Q // Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.): They're not his choice, because Sylus likes to stay inside you until he's ready for another round and pick up right where he left off on pleasuring you, but if you beg for a quickie, he'll acquiesce and give it to you.

R // Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.): Sylus is very open to experimenting with you if you want to ask for something and he's prone to high risk behavior with you; he could care less if he got you pregnant, because you're his and he wants you forever, so he'll happily cum inside you as many times as you let him - he doesn't care if you're taking a pill or have an implant, that's irrelevant to him and his desire to be with you.

S // Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?): He's in peak physical fitness, so he can last. Each round with Sylus is a solid 20-30 minutes of intense sex, unless you tap out sooner because you feel like he's bruising your cervix and even then, he'll swap to going down on you and using his hands on you instead.

T // Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?): After hearing you moan his name via Mephisto one night, a black wooden box appeared at the end of your bed one night. Sitting inside it on a bed of decadent red velvet was a polished black glass dildo suspiciously matching Sylus' exact size, right down to the veins. You'd blushed furiously when you realised, wondering how he could have commissioned this for you with a straight face, but it doesn't stop you from using it when he's away on business trips.

U // Unfair (how much they like to tease): Sylus loves to edge you; every single session he edges you on at least 1 orgasm, he can't help himself, the way you beg and plead to cum just sounds so delicious to him and he loves the control.

V // Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.): Sylus can get vocal, he growls, he snarls, he purrs your name so seductively in your ear and he talks you through your pleasure, constantly asking you to voice for him that you're loving what he's doing to you, or telling you how good you feel wrapped around him.

W // Wild card (a random headcanon for the character): He knows you think he has a terrible singing voice, but nothing makes him happier than when he's lying inside you still and you're drifting off to sleep in his arms and he's singing you a soft little melody of a lullaby.

X // X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes): ...come on now, we've seen this man. Sylus is as caked up in the front as he is in the back, there's no need for an xray this man has never hid his size a day in his adult life; he's a shower, not a grower, he's 7 inches soft, 8.5 inches hard and girthy - it takes Sylus using 3 fingers on you to stretch you out ready enough to take him.

Y // Yearning (how high is their sex drive?): Sylus has a very high sex drive because he's very testosterone-fueled, but he's respectful enough to hold himself back to match your personal drive; if you give him the means and opportunity though, he will make sure you don't leave his bed except to eat or pee for an entire weekend.

Z // Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards): Falling asleep inside of you or with you on his chest is the only time Sylus finds it easy to fall asleep quickly, but he's still an apex predator; he sleeps lightly and only after he's seen you fall asleep first and knows you're safe.

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seagiri · 11 months ago

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some chilshi headcanons?

(Contextualizing my headcanons, I mostly like chilshi post-canon. It doesn’t click during the main story for me)

I think they’re very domestic. One of those situations where they don’t even realize how infatuated they are with the other- until they do. And they don’t know what to do about that so they get used to being close but never taking it a step further. I think Senshi is a good influence for Chilchuck, and Chil he is Senshi’s way to connect with others.

The two of them are people that had to mature emotionally very quickly due to their life circumstances and I think that’s what draws them together in a way

Senshi has the excuse that he wants to help Chil feed himself better and maybe help him taking care of his home, and Chil likes the company. He worries about the guy lmao

They smoke and drink in the porch of his old family house and they bicker about people. Senshi tends to their garden and Chil sometimes when he’s bored and his wrists don’t hurt, he combs his hair.

And Senshi travels and explores and when he comes back he gets to talk about everything and show Chilchuck his new recipes and he is mortified but he listens anyway :) Chil complains about work, updates him on his daughters and they get to talk. They open up

Maybe they go fishing together, to the market if there’s a chance. They drink in the tavern at nighttime. idk

It’s whatever. Whatever you know

>They’re both big spoon interchangeably but it’s Chilchuck the most because he doesn’t like feeling crushed and also Senshi’s beard is equal to 3 layers of blankets

>Senshi likes teaching Chilchuck how to cook but Chil gets annoyed fast if he can’t do it first try so they barely try anymore

>They own a lot of alcohol from different places either Senshi visits or Falin and Izutsumi bring them. That pantry is wild

>They fight over stupid shit that is just mildly annoying and not a real issue

>Their way of loving is to do things for each other. If Chilchuck is tired from work Senshi will offer to arrange his picklocks, maybe go something for him. And Chil tidies up the place for him after cooking or goes buy whatever is missing. “Don’t worry, I’ll do it for you. It’s fine”

>They had to get slightly bigger furniture

The perfect version for me is when they never get together because they’re stubborn and afraid of interfering in each others lives so they self sabotage and don’t know what to do. But I also love it when they’re happy together so make of this what you will <3 they are everything to me

#ask #chilshi #thanks for asking sorry I left this unanswered for weeks #I get really anxious talking about my interests #as I mentioned I have a whole ass fanfic made up in my head I just can’t write #dungeon meshi spoilers

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plotsignificanthaircut555 · 9 months ago

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Equivalent Exchange (curse user! Nanami x sorcerer! Reader) SMUT, 18+, MDNI

Kento Nanami's defection was at one point amicable, until a string of very precise murders indicates your former classmate may have taken a turn. Maybe you can help him come back to himself. or....

Ao3 Obviously inspired by all the villain Nanami art esp (@yuutaguro and @ivoreene) this shit got wild ngl. So incredibly OOC its insane.

Content Warnings: ANGST, GUYS SO ANGSTY, lots of manipulation, this is NOT HEALTHY behavior, smoking, kissing, fingering, oral, degradation, slapping, spit, Nanami is being a freak, but you are matching that freak, let's call this deranged by consensual :).

you can buy me a Ko.fi here, if you like!

Smoke curls in a paisley storm contained within the shaft of dim golden light emanating from the out of style lamp on the bedside table. A piece of wire had poked out from the lining of the seat cushion underneath you, poking itself into the tender meat of your thigh. The cigarette in between your fingers was nearly all ash, held together only due to your stillness, sloping downward toward the stained carpet below. It must have been ten minutes since you lit it, and you hadn’t moved an inch, not daring to break your gaze on the door. He was an hour and a half late, actually he was 96 minutes and 45 seconds late. 46, 47, 48, 49, 50. He was late the last time, too. Prior to-- everything-- he had been extremely punctual. He had been a lot of things.

This morning he called out of the blue from a blocked number, his voice rough and betraying nothing of his condition; emotionally or physically.

“Luna Hotel, under Helmer, 10 o’clock.”

Your skin went cold, you choked out a small sound of acknowledgement, but before you could speak the line went dead. The line droned, tears stung your eyes; clouded vision and full ears gave you a moment of placelessness, your office, the school, this world dissolving around you. It was him, it was really happening. It had been so long since you had heard his voice, but you could have picked him out of a crowd of thousands if he were whispering.

It was really happening, your throat tightened but you swallowed down the knot before it could choke you. With a deep breath the tears faded and you returned to your body within your small office at Jujutsu High. Finally setting the phone on its hook, the tone died, making the beating of your heart fill the space left in your ears. It was still early, you had an entire day of teaching to complete, and you couldn't let anyone-- even the most observant among your coworkers-- catch on. Twelve hours had passed in calculated normalcy, externally engaged as always; teaching your class, laughing with coworkers, but internally you had a singular thought.

You were seeing Nanami tonight.

Kento Nanami had defected from Jujutsu society eight years prior, following the previous defection of Suguru Geto and, more personally affecting, the death of his classmate and partner Yu Haibara. Initially it was an understood amicable defection, it was unusual but not unheard of for sorcerers to decide to follow other paths. Geto was, of course, an unfortunate exception. You had been able to keep in touch with Nanami as he attended a fast tracked university and got a job working as a finance specialist for businesses both in Japan and internationally. It wasn’t as though he wasn’t around at all anymore, he would attend group events every few months, stop by a birthday party or a night of drinking. But as the time since his leaving went on you saw less and less of him, work schedules and personal responsibilities making it rarer and rarer. Two years ago, he stopped calling completely, stopped responding to text messages and emails. You were beginning to wonder if you should do a wellness check at his office or see if you could find his address.

That was until you found yourself in an all school meeting to discuss a recent string of murders. Shaking across the table from Satoru Gojo, Ieri Shoko, and the rest of the staff as Principle Yaga detailed how the victims were all cut with a surgeon's precision into various pieces, when Shoko was able to reassemble them the pattern emerged. The disassemblement occurred at a 7:3 ratio at Every. Single. Point.

The pictures on the table were horrific, gory, visceral, but what brought bile to your throat was the thought of Nanami being the executioner. Your brain couldn't render the image of him killing a human person. You had seen him kill dozens of curses, seen his skill and finesse in real time, but you couldn’t piece that together with the images in front of you now. These men weren’t just killed, they were butchered.

“What do we know about the victims?” Gojo asked.

“Wealthy, mostly inherited wealth, all of them have ties to the same organized crime group that we have followed for some time.” Yaga explained, thankful for the chance to look somewhere else than the photographs on the table, “drugs, weapons, human trafficking, you name it.”

Gojo shrugged and leaned back in his chair, “Nanamin always had an intense sense of justice.”

He was right, you thought it too, and you were willing to be everyone else in the room thought the same. You still hadn’t spoken, your throat was dry and closed, your brain was too stuck on trying to piece together an image of the man you knew doing this.

“He did. Vigilante or not…”Yaga continued, now unable to look anywhere but the pictures, “The higher ups have caught wind of this being a curse user, thankfully they don’t pay enough attention to techniques so they’re not exactly sure who is responsible.”

Yaga stood and added a blurry photograph to the board. Nanami, you could just barely make out his features, his strong nose, his golden eyes. It must have been taken from a surveillance camera before the feed was wiped, he looked right at the camera, an expression of focus and hatred marred across his face. Your heart lurched at the sight of him so angry. No…not angry. Pained.

“There are laws that prohibit sorcerers from intentionally taking human life. The unregulated use of jujutsu against civilians is cause enough to call for our response. Nevermind the…brutality. ”

Yours and every other pair of eyes in the room flicked to Gojo, he noticed, although he did not let on. You felt your cheeks burn, Nanami was Gojo’s friend, however reluctantly. Gojo had been closer with Geto than anyone else, and now he had been betrayed not once but twice.

“The sooner we…”Yaga’s words caught between his teeth, “react, the better. Reducing the liability of exposure and continued loss of life.”

The meaning he danced around began to set in. They wanted to kill Nanami. They wanted to send someone in this room out there to kill him. Gojo realized it too, starting to argue but his and the principal's voices began to fade, a ringing taking its place, and increasing in volume. Your skin began to go cold. The meeting continued around you, although as it turned to a fight no one seemed to notice your mental absence. You couldn’t let this happen, you wouldn't.

That night you sent one last email to the last alleged work email of Nanami’s that you had been able to dig up. One that had been hiding his new company’s directory just waiting to be found by you. All it had taken was one call to their payroll department posing as the hysterical disgruntled wife possibly being cheated on by the project manager of Nanami’s team. You used an email of your own that you reserved primarily for spam, business sign ups and the like, one that didn’t have your name or any of your initials, one that no one would associate with you.

Loyalty doesn’t expire. They’re looking.

That was two months ago. Until his call today you didn’t know if the address was still active, if he had access to it, if he had ever seen it. But now, after a single call months later, you were in the Luna Hotel room 819 reserved under the name Helmer. Of course he chose that name, strange enough to stick out just the right amount, but anyone looking would find it as a fake, stolen from a famous play. They didn’t know how Nanami had gifted you a copy of Henrik Ibsen’s A Doll’s House when you were still in school. How he told you about his grandmother in Denmark who loved it too; how she took him to see it once, probably far too young, on a holiday to visit her. They wouldn’t know what it meant between the two of you. You still had the exact copy he gave you, you must have poured over those pages a hundred times since you had seen him last. That same copy currently sat at the bottom of the small go bag you had stashed under the bed…just in case.

It was approaching midnight, and he still hadn’t arrived. Exhilaration that had been keeping you upright was beginning to wane. The light flickered, your cigarette ash finally fell to the floor, you didn’t care about the carpet, you didn't care about the sleep pulling at your eyes, you didn’t care about the ache of the day settling into your stagnant bones. You were so close, you couldn’t turn back now.

You felt him before the knock came. The breath vacated your body, his cursed energy filling your senses, tears rushed to your eyes but were quickly cast aside as his knuckles tapped against the door. You stood, but didn’t move to the door. A chime came from the door lock, followed by the whirring of mechanized deadbolt retracting. You fought away the urge to tense up as he entered the room.

Tall, perhaps even taller than before, certainly wider. He must have put on forty pounds of sheer muscle since the last time you saw him, every inch of him seemed developed. Wide shoulders, sturdy, quiet legs. His hair was shorter, choppier than the neat styled fringe you had been used to. A severe undercut at the back of his neck showed where he had been cut in a healed pink scar. There were more scratches and scars than you expected. You didn’t know what you expected. But it wasn’t this, this wall of strength standing before you now, dark blazer buttoned, small impression on his back where you knew his blade was strapped to his back. Finally you were able to regain the composure to look at his eyes. Golden, honey brown locked right with yours. It could have been the flickering light, or your delirium but you thought you saw them crinkle slightly at the sight of you. Nanami let out an even breath, looking you over once, the door clicking shut behind him.

“It’s really you.” His voice washed over you like a warm coastal wave.

“It’s really you.” You echoed, taking in the face you once knew so well, the parts that were different, the parts that remained.

He stared down at you, the same analytical look on his face, taking in every inch of the woman you had become. You were different than when he had left, you changed your hair-- although so had he, your body had lost its teenaged gawkiness and you stood with so much more confidence than you had before. You filled your clothes better, you were maybe even taller. But your expression looking at him, the shine in your eyes, the flush in your cheeks, it was exactly the same

“Part of me expected this to be a trap.” He sighed out, unbuttoning his blazer and starting to slide it down his arms, turning away from you briefly.

As he did, you caught sight of his wrapped knife in its holster. The white and black wrapping was now stained a deep crimson, without your encouragement your mind returned to those photographs on the conference room table. What he had done, and how. How skilled he really was with that blade. You closed your eyes briefly attempting to squeeze out the images. When you opened them you saw him studying you, a silent assessment taking place that you weren’t sure if you were passing.

“No one else knows where you are?” He asked, voice even and deep.

“No. I know how to be discreet.” You answered, a bit too quickly.

“Did you drive?”

You shook your head, “I took the train, paid cash, got off two stops before the closest, walked the rest of the way.”

“It’s dangerous to walk alone at night.” he chided, tone almost mocking you-- or maybe himself, “Your phone?”

“I turned it off before I left, removed the SIM card, you can check it if you like.” you offered, gesturing to your purse on the table next to him.

Nanami’s eyebrows raised cautiously, deciding to call your bluff and reach inside. You didn't even flinch, you had nothing to hide, only something to prove. You were mesmerized by his every twitch, the way his hair moved with him now, how his eyes scanned over everything meticulously. Shadows of the Nanami you knew and the Nanami that was captured on those cameras merging together. He pulled your cell phone from your bag, seeing it was switched off, he checked the side for the SIM card and saw it was missing. A small smile itched the edges of his mouth.

“Nanami I promise, you can trust me. I sent for you, I put my job, my life on the line just to be here.” You wished you didn't sound quite as pathetic as you did when you asked him to trust you.

Nanami set your phone back in your purse and faced you, “That’s right, you did.”

His face remained pleasant as he took a seat in the same armchair you had occupied. He took up so much more space now, broad and wide, thick and sturdy, his thighs strained the fabric of his pants as he settled in front of you.

“Take your shirt off.”

You felt your chest heat up, inching toward your cheek by the millisecond, you shifted your weight.

“Wh-what?”, you nearly laughed, taken aback,.

“I need to see that you don't have a bug or a wire or something else.” He leaned back in the chair, one elbow propped up on the arm rest.

“Kento, I-I wouldn't.” You wanted him to believe you, you wanted him to know that you would never turn him in or put him in danger like that.

Nanami cocked his head, “You trust me too, right?”

You nodded. He gestured for you to continue.

You had changed after work into something neutral, something that would let you blend in and not be noticed as you snuck here. You unbutton your shirt slowly, hand trembling slightly before you swallow and get them back under your control. When you had undone the final button and opened the lapels, revealing your body clad in only your black bra and slid the rest of the shirt down your shoulders and onto the floor. You stood in front of him, feigning your own neutrality, however futile after your previous hesitation.

“Turn” he instructed. And you did, slowly so he could see your sides and back clearly.

Nanami gave a hum of approval as you turned away from him completely. You didn’t hear his approach but you felt his body heat as he moved behind you.

“No weapons?” He spoke softly now, his breath hot against the back of your ear.

You shook your head.

“No…”He sounded pleased, “they wouldn’t send you to kill me, would they?”

You felt his hand on your hip, just ghosting over the surface of your skin. You wanted to melt into him, to weep in his arms, to succumb to every fantasy you held privately in his absence, to berate him for leaving, to beg him to stay. But you stayed still and let his fingers on your flushing skin be enough for now.

“You’ve always had a soft spot for me, huh?” His hand moved your chin to the side to meet his eyes, nearly black like the eyes of a shark, only a corona of his usual honey brown remaining.

You nodded, your lips subconsciously reaching for his.

“So who are they sending?”, His voice returned to the dark, unflappable tone from before.

“Yaga wants Gojo to do it.” the words left you before you even thought, whatever spell or curse or hypnosis you were under sucking the truth from you directly into his mouth.

Nanami paused for a second, studying your face in his hand, “I’m flattered.”

Nanami let you go, his eyes flicking down to your lips before truly letting you go. He moved back to the table and opened your cigarettes. You caught your breath and followed his arc with your eyes, unsure of whether you should redress or not. He took a dart from your pack and lit it between his lips quickly.

“I thought you didn’t smoke anymore.” You noticed his practiced hold, the easy way he inhaled.

“So did I.” He sighed, sitting back in the chair, “A lot of things I thought were true and proving to have been ....unreliable.”

You stepped closer, just barely, “Nanami, what happened. I thought you were happy to be out, what was so awful to make you come back… like this?”

Nanami thought for a second, his brow furrowed, the deep elevens on his face that had been present since childhood now much deeper. He took another drag of the cigarette before answering.

“You don't know these guys….their monsters. All of them.” He shook his head, eyes fixed on memories that were not visible to you, “They want only for themselves no matter the cost, they betray one another, they betray order and decency. And the things they expect from you to join their little ...club” he took another fevered drag, stopping the thought there, “And we, those who can actually do something about it, are forced to benevolently observe? I just don’t understand the point anymore.”

You approached him carefully, he was locked into his own head enough that he wasn’t watching you.

“I won't protect some and not others. Not on the basis of the humanity of evil. Curse or Human, evil has no place. Not while sorcerers sacrifice themselves left and right while the real dangers are out of our jurisdiction” Whatever atrocity had been replaying in front of his eyes concluded and he finished what remained of the cigarette.

Sorcerers, Ours, We

You weren’t sure if he realized it himself, but he was still including himself amongst you. He considered himself a sorcerer even now, upholding the responsibility to protect those who cant protect themselves. You took the filter from him and discarded it on the table, feeling bold enough to reach over him to do so. Still topless you leaned into him on your return.

“I think it’s noble what you did, Kento.” You confessed, “We shouldn’t have to sit by and do nothing when we can make a real difference. Not when you can.”

You felt one of his big hands move over the back of your neck, hard enough to keep you in place but affectionately enough to not jar you. What do you have to be worried about? It’s Nanami, he would never hurt you.

“That’s why you’re here, you want to help, right?” he nodded in time with you in response.

“Anything Nanami, anything.” You dared to touch the side of his face, feeling his soft even skin. Even now, he was as perfect as he had been in your memories.

He leaned into your touch, like a wild animal indulging in the first kind touch after unending isolation. He was beginning to believe you, in your devotion, in your loyalty, in your usefulness.

“Anything?” He hummed at you, pulling your face even closer.

“Yes.” You could feel his breath on your lips, you could see the freckles on his face, having multiplied in number since last you studied them.

“Then you have to derail the plans for my execution.” He held you still, no longer inching toward your eager lips.

You felt your eyes go wider than dinner plates.

“Lose documentation, mix up data, get rid of photos, anything.” His tone was deadly serious, his grip tightened on your neck, his eyes bore into yours looking for any kind of hesitation, “No one has access to more information in that place than you. I know you can do this.”

Your heart swelled at his assurance, saiting your own fear as it rose inside of you. You looked into his kind, patient face and felt all the apprehension slip away. You finally feel secure enough to ask him the one thing you want the most.

“Can’t I go with you?” You pleaded, wanting nothing more than to never be parted from him again.

He shook his head slowly, cupping your face so sweetly., “It’s too dangerous. I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to you, honey.”

You warm at the title he’s awarded you, his demonstration of care for you. Your joy soars exponentially when he pulls you into his lap, one arm around your waist, the other keeping your gaze locked with his. His thumb strokes your cheek and you feel your cheek whetted by an unannounced tear that has left you.

“Kento…”You shudder, “why did you leave me. I would have gone with you, you never asked. I thought-- I thought we… had something. I thought you wanted me.”

“Oh love, I did. I do. I lost myself after Yu, I had to leave, I couldn’t control my anger and I didn’t want to hurt you. I didn’t want you to see me like that. I wasn’t a man worth loving, especially not by you.”

“Kento…”

“But I’m here now. And I’m yours.” He looked at you with the same seriousness as when he gave you your instructions, “do this for me and I’m yours forever. Help me keep this world safe, keep you safe.”

You felt another heavy hot tear spill onto your cheek, “I’ve loved you since the day I met you, Kento. Please, I’ll do anything, just don’t leave me again.”

“Never again.” He promised before pulling you in to kiss you.

His kiss was worth every second you spent away from him. Every sleepless night wondering if your budding romance was gone completely or if you could ever know the warmth of his companionship again. He pulled you even closer to him, now seating you perfectly in his big, wide lap. His hand slid up your back, hot against your skin. His tongue slipped between your lips perfectly to explore the inside of your mouth, sliding against your own, tasting the smoke that lingered inside. You couldn’t help the moan that resounded from your throat, you were too overjoyed. You wanted to indulge in every taste, every sensation, every sound, every inch of this man. Your hands were all over his chest, his neck, his shoulders, his arms, feeling the change in the man you loved. He was the same, his heart, his mind, his bones were the man you always loved, but you relished in the feeling of new, taut muscle under your fingers.

“I love you.” you confessed against his lips.

“I love you.” He answered, pulling you in again for another deep, wet kiss.

He tangled his other hand in your hair, the other migrating from your face to grip your thigh draped across his lap. His grip on your leg was firm and sturdy, squeezing the muscle and flesh you had gained since your last encounter with him.

“You’re a better kisser now.” You challenged, leaning your forehead against his.

“You taught me well, I improved on your method.” He smiled up at you.

It had been nearly a decade since the last, first, and only kiss you and Nanami had shared. A night of teenaged drunkenness in the dorm rooms and a fateful game of seven minutes in heaven leading to you and Nanami squeezed together in Gojo’s dorm closet. The darkness made Nanami bold enough to confide that he had never kissed anyone before, and you bold enough to jump at the chance to “teach him”, despite privately never kissing anyone yourself either. The timer had run out all too soon and Gojo pulled the curtain early, revealing a heated, albeit sloppy, makeout to your group of classmates. In your years schooling and working together you had never spoken about it, at least not so brazenly. Time and loss and reunion will bring anything to light.

“I was lying. I hadn’t kissed anyone either. I just wanted to kiss you.” You simpered against his lips, feeling the hand on your leg move up closer to your ass.

“You're kidding.” Nanami said flatly, kissing you again.

Your cheeks heated, “You knew?”

Nanami shrugged, smiling slyly, “Took a few other kisses before I pieced together that you had no idea what you were doing.”

You laughed out, feeling decade old embarrassment rise in you.

“Hey,” He soothed, “Who do you think begged Haibara to suggest the game and pick us to go first.”

You gawked, “You didn't.”

He nodded, “I did. Quite embarrassingly so. I don't think Gojo ever let a day go by that he didn't remind me of it.”

You were touched, elated, so devastated on behalf of the time you lost, but so grateful for the time you could have now. You pressed your lips together again, hands finding purchase in his hair, feeling the crop under your nails. He kissed you with a new fervor, remembering the growing romance he had abandoned, the way you had made him feel all those years ago. His hands moved up your back and found the clasp of your bra, with no words exchanged he undid the hooks and you moved your arms so he could slide the garment off of you. Once you were free you brought your hands to the button of his shirt, eyes closed and too entranced by the kiss to notice the spots of blood that stained the cream colored fabric. He pawed at the exposed skin of your back, down the dip of your spine, over your hips, and up once more to the back of your neck. He pulled back hard, separating your lips.

“Let me see you.” He ordered, taking in your exposed chest.

You whined at the loss of his lips, but relished in how closely he studied your body, your breasts, your stomach, your hardening nipples, everything he had longed to see before but was too guarded to ask of you. The hand didn't leave your neck, in fact it slithered around to the front, holding you in place on top of him. You had managed to undo his buttons, revealing his own chest, rippling and creamy in the amber light of the hotel room. You ground yourself down on his lap, desperate to feel his hardness underneath you.

“No.” He tightened his grip around your throat, stilling you, “Be patient, I've waited years to have you like this, I won't be rushed.”

You nodded as best you could with your throat still in his grasp.

“Be good.” He warns, bringing you back to his mouth, guided by your neck.

You wait for him to kiss you, wanting to demonstrate how good you can be for him. He leers at your obedience, before sliding his tongue across your lips. Not exactly a kiss, but you accept it so eagerly, the feeling of his spit wetting your lips, the anticipation whetting your desire. It's so possessive, so absurdly erotic it is nearly demeaning. But why should you care, it’s Nanami, your Nanami, you want to be possessed by him. Finally he kisses you again, your and his face both damp. His hand leaves your neck and slides down to grip one of your breasts, rolling your nipple between his finger and thumb, making you hiss.

“Sensitive.” He mumbles, pinching harder, pulling a whine from you.

Heat is pooling in between your legs, you're certain he can feel the effect he is having on you, it would be dripping onto his thigh at this very moment if it weren't for the layers of fabric between your bodies. He grips your other breast, repeating the stimulation to your other nipple, once again relishing in the whines and whimpers you sing above him. You close your eyes and throw your head back, not seeing when he leans forward and latches his mouth to your unoccupied nipple, soothing the pain with soft, generous suckling. His other hand has curled itself around your hips and gripped unabashedly at your ass. Your hands returned to his hair, wanting to feel as much of him as possible. And feel him you did, his hardened length making itself unmistakable under you and Nanami rocked your hips forward, grinding you down on him. He let out choppy, moans into the flesh of your tit, his mouth full and muffled. You saw stars as the sensation of being ground down on his clothed length electrified your swollen clitoris. You had heard saucy gossip from classmates turned coworkers about Nanami “packing”, but you could feel their accuracy as he directed you to writhe against him.

“K-ken..ah!” You huffed out as the bulge pressed right against where you desired him the most.

He filled his mouth with your other tit and pushed you further down on him, making you keen above him louder. He was so much stronger than you, you couldn't pry yourself off his lap if you had wanted to. Thankfully there was nothing in the world you wanted less. He carried on sucking, biting, circling your breast with his mouth, bringing you to writhing, whimpering putty in his hands. You felt as though you were melting above him. The heat between your bodies building, scrambling your brain into nothing but more..more….more.

“Fine.” He growled, pulling away from your chest and picking you up to toss, truly toss, you onto the bed.

The cheap mattress bounced under you as you struggled to sit up on your elbows, only to be met with a firm hand clapping down on your chest, pushing you onto your back once more.

“Desperate slut can’t even wait for it.” Nanami glared down at you, fire behind his eyes you had never seen before.

He shed his shirt completely, not shy to give you a show of the muscles and scars he had gained in your separation. Bruised fresh and barely healing splotched across his stomach and hips, what looked like amature, although clean and neat, stitching, keeping a cut on his back together. Your breath stayed heavy as you watched him undress, you didn’t dare move another inch. He removed his pants, groaning as his length that had been straining against the tailored fabric gained relief. Your mouth filling with hungry saliva as you watched him supine on the bed, how he selfishly palmed himself through the thin fabric of his boxers before finally turning his gaze back to you. Your heart caught in your chest at his stony gaze, the annoyed expression between his eyes, the way his jaw set itself as he appraised your position.

“You said you’d be good. That you’d do anything to help me. And yet here you are on your back panting like a whore after ignoring the first instruction I gave you.” The bed sank as Nanami moved one knee onto the edge.

You stayed silent and still as his hands undid the clasp of your pants, inching them down your legs at his own pace, noting how goosebumps appeared in the wake of his touch. He watched as you strained to stay still, only allowing your body to move as he moved it, only allowing yourself to be puppeteered out of your clothing by his hands. A sick pride filled his chest at the sight of your heaving chest, still shining wet from his mouth, your hair mussed by the bed sheets, eyes wide and watching him. Your panties were already sticking to your dripping pussy, the wetness seeping through the flimsy fabric and leaking onto your thighs. Nanami joined you on the bed completely, hovering over you, sliding his index finger up from your knee. He met your eyes again, a taunting tilt to his head.

“Is this what you imagined?” Nanami’s breath ghosted over your lips.

You weren’t sure how to respond, when you had first imagined what your first time with Nanami was going to be, you never imagined this set of circumstances. You imagined sharing firsts, learning the motions of expressing love physically, you imagined him making you feel wanted, just as you wanted him. Now he was a Wanted man, and you were jeopardizing everything by lying under him, by letting him touch you, by begging him to take you, to make you his. Your silence was answer enough for him, he traced your slit with his finger, it took every ounce of strength you had left to not shiver, to not whine and mewl and beg again. He noticed.

“Good.” He once again leaned down to kiss you, his tongue quick to invade your mouth, to pull you back into his spell of thoughtless depravity.

His finger slipped past the gusset of your panties, feeling the sopping origins of the liquid desire spilling onto the sheets. You couldn’t hide the shaky breath that escaped as he penetrated you. His fingers were long and knuckles, just the one seeming to fill more of you than a single digit ever should. He watched your eyebrows scrunch, your eyes flutter, and your mouth fall open. He can see the backs of your teeth, the big buds along the base of your tongue, he finds himself enveloped in the idea of prodding the back of your throat with the tip of his cock, with his fingers, with your fingers, he finds he has all kinds of strange fantasies these days. You clenching around his finger wakes him from his daze, and he's quick to supply you with another, feeling your spongy walls stretch around him, trying their hardest to accommodate his intrusion.

“mmgph..”You whimpered, rolling your head to the side, not willing to look at him as he began pumping his fingers.

Nanami looped his other arm around your head, bringing you up to kiss the column of your throat, feeling the muscles strain and flex in response to the pleasure he is so generous to give you. You tried to bury your face in his shoulder, but he held you down firmer. He added a third finger, curling them right against your g spot. You couldn't help but cry out.

“Agh! Fuck…fuck.”

Nanami growled against your neck, keeping his pumping hand steady. The sloshing sound of your pussy drenching his hand and wrist fought to stay audible as your moans threatened to drown them out. You felt his teeth, first scratching, then biting into your neck. You weren’t going to last, you could feel the avalanche of pleasure bounding toward you, you were going to be lost, smothered, destroyed by the wave. Your body moved on its own, smacking at his chest before curling upward in an attempt to save yourself. The hand around your head pulled you down to the bed as he pumped harder. Fucking you gast on his fingers.

“No. Take it.” He commanded, watching you struggle under his hold, fighting him, he dug his nails into your arm, “Take it.”

Your vision went white, blocking out the lamp light, the room itself, as you squeaked out in pleasure. Your abdomen shuddered, your legs kicked, you strained against him, panting and whining. He carried on through your orgasm, not letting up until he saw fat, hot tears spill from your eyes. He kept his fingers inside as you came down, watching as you reinhabited your body that for a moment belonged entirely to him. He waited for you to open your eyes, he had always been a patient man. When you finally looked up at him with your love drunk stare, he removed his fingers, privately relishing in the squelch.

“Open.” He ordered, and you obeyed.

He filled your mouth with his fingers, the taste of your cum all encompassing. His mouth drops open as he watches you suck his fingers, he experiments with you; testing how far you’ll let him push, touching the gummy flesh at the back of your throat, mentally marking how little you gag. Good girl.

He's so overcome with pride and love, or something close to it, that when he removes his fingers he is desperate himself to bring you into another deep kiss. He feels your body tremble against him, aftershocks racing through you, your hands grip at his body, begging for more, begging to be closer. Nanami can't help but groan as you touch his clothed cock, his tongue still touching yours, the taste of your orgasm and the sound of his pleasure shared between two open, waiting mouths. You trace his length through his boxers, his own hand comes over your own and guides you over the totality of him, tip to base, the warm balls underneath, the spot of wetness at the top where he has leaked despite himself. You look up at him, eagerly awaiting his instructions. He smiles down at you, almost sweetly.

“Sweet girl.” He coos, seeing the joy bloom in your face, “You just want to be good, don't you?”

You begin to nod but are cut off by a hard slap coming down on your cheek. No time to dwell on the sting before he grips your face, pursing your lips. The shock of the smack bounces up and down your spine before you realize the pulse throbbing between your legs once more. He squeezes his cock through your hand, letting you feel the same pulse in himself.

“You’ll do anything for me, won't you?” Nanami’s keen eyes train on you once more, opening his mouth slightly inches above yours.

You think he is going to kiss you again, but he squeezes your face more, your lips separating in a bizarre pout. He spits directly into your mouth. You’re quick to lap at his offering, savoring it briefly before swallowing it. You feel his cock jump against your hand, he groans at the wanton sight, he's beyond pleased, he is elated. Before you finish savoring the remnants of him in your mouth he has you on your back once again. He rids himself of his underwear out of your sight and positions himself between your legs. He lifts your hips up and holds you level with his pelvis, wrapping your legs around his hips. The shaft of his cock slides in between your lower lips, he coats himself in the melange of your previous orgasm’s release and the new wetness he has pulled from you. Deciding it isn't enough he spits again, this time on your twitching cunt. Nanami marvels at how beautiful he finds the sight of his spit on your body, you wet at his behest, at how beautiful you are under him, your eyes trained on him, waiting so patiently. With one perfect stroke he fills you totally, your hands grip helplessly at his forearms. You arch your back with a whine as you feel the girth of his cock split you open, he is quick to find a pace, his hungered hands taking their fill of your hips and thighs as he fucks himself further into you. His bruising, soldier’s grip nearing fractal pressure, you pull at his fingers, trying to ease his grip on you, offer your body some grace. But he grips tighter, thrusts deeper, the tip of his cock pressing against your cervix, his heavy balls smacking against your ass. Your cries fill the room, as does the plap plap plap-ing of his hips hitting yours with devastating precision.

“Kento…oh fuck…i-its too much, too much!” You writhe, pulling at his titanium strong fingers at your hips.

“Too much?” He mocks, his hips not missing a beat, “Too much?”

You sigh in relief when one of his hands leaves your hip, the bruised spots settling. You jolt as that same hand comes down hard on your clit, making you scream, “Nana--Agh!”

He repeats the assault twice more, letting your screams fill the room before clapping the now slick soaked hand over your mouth. He thrusts himself completely inside, leering over you cruelly as you mewl at being overfilled.

“Don’t yell my fucking name. What if someone heard you?”

He’s so deep it feels like he could push out through your stomach, you are barely able to mutter out a small, “‘m sorry.”

It sounds so pathetic you’re almost grateful it's barely audible behind his hand. He keeps his hand over your mouth as he starts thrusting once again, not able to withstand the temptation of your walls hugging him so tightly, you’re so warm, you’re so wet, and you’re all his. He can have you all to himself, the thought alone almost makes him cum. But when he looks down at your fucked out, sweat and spit dampended face, he holds strong. He wants to give you this, he wants to give both of you this. Remind himself that even a murderer like him can find moments of bliss. So perfect, so ready to help him, so eager to prove yourself to please. If things were different he could see this being his eternity, loving you, being loved by you, a life together. But it was too late for that now, he couldn’t go back. He could never get that future back.

Nanami releases your mouth, his hands instead moving your legs up and over his shoulders, angling his hips deep and deeper, folding your body into a nasty mating press.Your mouth falls open, he’s reaching points even deeper than before, you can hardly stand it, your hands claw at his shoulders. When you are finally able to see after this transition, you open your eyes to find him looking directly at you, gazing in your eyes, fucking himself into you at the sight before him. His body rocks yours, you move as he instructs, leading you from within to match his thrusts. Finally his resolve starts to crack.

“F-fuck..” He gasps out, his face scrunching, sweaty strands of blonde hair falling from his forehead.

You can feel him twitching inside of you, it’s as though he is swelling inside of you as he nears his end. You reach up to his hair, tugging, urging him to kiss you. He complies, connecting your lips and rutting into you wildly. The hot, fevered kiss is scored by his moans, gracing your ears, better than your most indulgent fantasies could conjure. For the moments before his climax, there was nothing but the two of you. His body shielding you from the rest of the room, his arms held your legs, the smell of your combined sex filled your nose, the sound of his body on yours, the grunts into your mouth, his sweat on your body, the taste of his tongue against yours. Nothing else mattered. Nothing else existed.

With a low howl Nanami spilled himself into you, driving his hips forward, pulling your hip up to meet his thrust. He thrusts once more, the pair of you grunting together. You can feel the twitch of rope after rope of hot cum filling you, painting you from the inside. He buries his head in your neck, not willing to let you out of your folded position. When he finally releases you it’s only for a second so he can move your legs from your ears. He pulls out briefly, moving onto his back, collecting his breath. You wiggle briefly, stretching sore, twisted muscles but don’t get too far before Nanami pulls you onto his chest. You press your lips to the junction of his neck and shoulder, his arms wrap around your back, his knuckles grazing your spine.

The hum of the air conditioner, the buzzing of the bedside lamp, and the pattering of rain against the window fill the silence left behind by your moans. You could hear the drumming of his heart, the leveling back of its usual tempo. His hand stills on your back,

“There’s no one else in the world I can trust, you understand?” His voice is warm in his chest under your ear.

You nod, “I know.”

He tips your face up to look at him, “Stay with me tonight?”

Your heart nearly bursts, “yes! Yes.”

He smiles and kisses you, holding your face, holding you to his chest. It wasn’t an hour or more before you had fallen asleep soundly on him, the weight of the day pulling you into sleep before you were ready. Before you fully succumbed to the sandman’s curse, you thought you heard the words I love you leave him.

You didn’t feel the weight of the bed shift when he got up a few hours later. You didn’t hear him redress and gather his things. You didn’t hear him reach into your purse and pocket your SIM card. You didn’t hear the door click shut as he left before the sun was set in the sky. You woke up in the hotel bed alone, the indention on his pillow and the ache between your legs the only immediate evidence he had ever been there. Your throat tightened as you smelled the sheets next to you, the fabric just barely holding a trace of his scent. Immediately the phantom memories of his hands on your body, his assurances, his instructions flooded back to you. It wasn’t until you got up completely that you saw the finger shaped bruises on your hip and the note in his neat, familiar handwriting.

I’ll be in touch. Forgive me.

Your chest tightened, your eyes stung, but you swallowed down your emotion. You had a promise to keep.

NANAMI IM SORRY I KNOW YOURE NOT THIS MAN. I DONT KNOW WHY ANYONE WOULD SAY THAT ABOUT YOU. Well i hope you guys liked my freak shit! I also wrote about half of an epilogue to this last night that i think clears up some of the context and the tone. I'll post that in the next few days as well. Its mostly with Gojo. OKAY LOVE YOU GUYS THANK YOU FOR READING. --- Doodle <3

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forgivenpunishment · 3 months ago

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⩥ @orangetintedglasses || tripwire [plotted starter]

Sometimes, when Wolfwood closes his eyes, he's back in that place.

JuLai, but not the operating table—not anymore. Those nightmares are much rarer than the ones where he's suspended in mid-air, pinned to a sleek metal platform that looms over where Vash—

—No, not Vash. It was Knives's will, Knives torturing him, Knives controlling Vash's every move, every decision...

...Where that thing wearing Vash's skin would rest occasionally. It didn't need to rest, but it'd spend time with him by gazing upon Wolfwood as though he were a work of art. It'd marvel at how the undertaker's wounds would close around kingpins that it personally pushed through precisely chosen locations on his body. They were symmetrical, clinical, and impossible to break through.

It was exactly what he deserved for leading Vash to JuLai in the first place.

Day after day, he'd spend sleepless hours with his eyes forced open due to pain; the needles would provide him with the bare nutrients required to survive, along with doses of serum to keep the wounds shut. If Wolfwood deigned to struggle, it would only make the pain worse.

His reward at the end of each day was always a genuine smile from Vash.

Not Vash.

He'd managed to escape once by feigning death—it was risky, but the trick caused doctors—the Doctor included—to take him down and run tests on him before attempting to resuscitate him. The Doctor found himself at the edge of a blade for scolding his boss for keeping his prized subject at death's door, which quickly shut him up.

By the time he returned, Wolfwood's departure was marked by dead assistants—one of their coats missing.

Wolfwood met up with Meryl after that, who was assisting the survivors of the twins' wrath. He never did give her details.

Not that it mattered, since Vash was hot on his tail as soon as he noticed his darling moth was missing.

'Why risk your life out here, when it's safe at my side?'

'Don't you know it hurts to watch something so precious to me throw itself into danger?'

'Let me protect you, darling moth; you don't belong with humanity. You never have.'

———

The final words caress his mind with barbed wire before he awakens with a jolt. Wolfwood's heart pounds too fast for its cage, wishing once more to be let out. It's still dark, the room is too hot, the blankets are too suffocating—but he has chills as he sweats with wide eyes and a panting mouth. Vash, somehow, sleeps beside him, curling up against the wadded up blankets that Wolfwood shoved aside and making a noise of protest.

On nights like these, he wishes he could see the moment for what it is—a nightmare about some place he'll never return to—but generally the emotionally dense undertaker must get up out of bed, take a shower, and smoke.

Smoke... a lot. Until the suns rise. He's starting to believe that the smell and the hiss of his breath keep Vash asleep, like a soothing lullaby. Thankfully, this gives him plenty of time to shove that nightmare back where it belongs—in a trunk with a broken lock, hidden in an attic that someone hid by covering the entrance.

He ignores how the trunk seems to open more often lately.

Vash always asks him about what's wrong, and Wolfwood never gives him an answer other than, 'Just a nightmare, don't worry about it.' While it was a point of tension once, now it's just more of an annoyance than anything else for the both of them. The silver-eyed man's capacity for affection breaks on these days, often not wanting to be touched until finally, finally he sidles up to Vash at night and offers an apology. It seems to hurt them both, but there's a mutual understanding. Sort of. Sometimes he makes it up to Vash in bed, just to make him forget anything was wrong in the first place. It only sort of works.

This time however, the spell of the nightmare has lasted two full days. Wolfwood didn't sleep last night and added whiskey to his medical routine at four in the morning. Just... something to take his mind off of it. Just for a little while.

(It doesn't work, it only makes the memories louder.)

Though he goes through what would be enough to get a normal man plastered, it barely affects him as they drive onward to the next town without power. They're finally almost done with fixing all of these damn power grids that got shorted out from whatever took out Vash for almost a whole day. He just needs to get through these last few towns, and then maybe he can muster up the strength to tell Vash just how much he needs him—how much he cares, how strongly he loves him... something like that. It sounds nice.

(It doesn't soothe him like it should, though. The thought stresses him out even more, worrying that he can't love him when these bouts of tension haunt him like a swarm of earthquakes.)

He hasn't said a damn thing all day by the time they reach the next town—some backwater place named New Plymouth. Wolfwood parks Angelina someplace he deems secure, then tucks his goggles into a sidepack and autonomously circles around the vehicle to help Vash out of the sidecar. His eyes almost look devoid of life as he holds out a hand, staring over Vash's shoulder instead of making eye contact.

It's going to be a long day. Again.

#[every beginning has its end; thread start]#[like a moth to flame; mothwood]#[here's to us—here's to love. here's to all the times that we fucked up; orangetintedglasses]#[plotted starter]

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actuallysaiyan · 3 months ago

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Une Belle HistoireIII(Mafia!Toshinori Yagi x Fem!Reader)

warnings: smut, blood mention, violence, unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, abusive/neglectful parent, angst, fluff, marriage proposal, pregnancy mention, smoking, drug/alcohol mention word count: 4.1k pairings: Mafia!Toshinori Yagi x Fem!Reader summary: you long to be with Toshinori. he busies himself with work, but it doesn't take away the pain of not having you. when you two reunite, you both know that you have to tell the world that you're in love. you two ride off in the sunset, happy ever after. a/n: here is the third instalment of "Une Belle Histoire"! Thank you all for reading this wonderful little fic. More to come for these two, but this concludes the official story for these two. art in the banner from the wonderful artist(freesilverwind) special thanks to @thoraeth and the prominence smashers for cheering me on and to thoraeth for drawing such a beautiful piece of art to showcase mafia!Toshi.

dividers: @adornedwithlight

taglist: @thissaintjessi. @cherryblossombankai, @sunflowers-heart, @erebus-et-eigengrau

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Living without the man who captured your heart felt like painting without colors and passion. Everything seemed so dull and so melancholic. It felt like the energy had been sapped from you completely. You wondered if you would ever feel alive again.

Throughout this entire ordeal, you had to deal with wedding preparations. But who wants to see such a sad woman get married? You were always crying these days. You hide it successfully from your father and from your groom, Hitoshi. You wanted to like him; he was sweet, kind, patient and even handsome. But he wasn’t Toshinori. He could never make your heart race the way your big buff blond lover had done.

Not to mention the fact that you were no longer a virgin. You craved Toshi’s hands on your body. You woke up late in the night, covered in sweat and slick leaking between your thighs, recalling the dream you just had about your lover. You wondered if he was missing you just as well as you missed him.

Every wet dream, every memory of that day, every thought of your man was pure torture. Hitoshi remained mostly in the dark, though he figured your preoccupied ways must be due to your nerves with the upcoming wedding. It was coming way too soon. Just the thought of belonging to someone else other than the person you truly loved had your stomach in knots every single day.

And Toshinori, on his end…things weren’t anymore sunny than they were on your side. He kept replaying the last night he saw you. Fuck, he was beating himself up over it. He should have swallowed his pride and fought for you. He was planning on making things right for you and him. Toshinori had thought about talking to your father, but it would only make things worse.

So he busies himself with lots of missions. Every time he gets to fight someone, he pretends that he’s beating down the man who’s going to marry you. Sure, maybe that man doesn’t deserve that, but he doesn’t deserve you. Nobody could love you the way Toshinori can.

His heart ached in his chest when he lay in bed at night. He clutches a pillow to his chest, tears sliding down his cheeks. He doesn’t even remember the last time he cried. Especially considering it’s about another person. It’s such an emotionally charged time and he wants to tear everything and everyone to pieces if it means he can get to you quicker and sooner.

The anger that rages inside of his heart cannot be calmed by copious amounts of booze, drugs and cigarettes. It cannot even be calmed by the random sex with a pretty stranger. Toshinori can’t even bring himself to touch another woman. The thought alone has him shuddering. You are his woman and he will find a way to be with you again.

Yet every time he thinks about that night, he realizes that maybe he’s truly fucked everything up. He just left you without giving you the chance to properly talk things through. Every time he thinks about that moment when he climbed down your balcony and how you called out for him, his heart breaks into tiny little pieces. The thought of your father berating you for this too…it was killing him inside.

Forever you’d be a caged bird. You’d never get to have your choices. You’d never have the chance to decide for yourself. The thought of you being locked away in that house without the chance to leave and fly outside like the free little thing you’re supposed to be…it kills Toshinori inside. He wants to do everything to get to you, but he also knows that coming to you could make things worse.

And when he heard you were supposed to get married, it only fueled the rage deep inside of him even worse. He goes on drinking benders. Never does he hook up. No, no…he won’t do that. Not to you. Not to his little lover. The woman who touched his heart. The one who called his tattoos beautiful. The one who laughed and giggled at his corny jokes. The one who looked into his eyes and saw him. The real him. The true person who resides inside the tough guy shell.

Every night is pure torture for the both of you. And every day that you wake up, it’s another day closer to the wedding to a man who you don’t even love. Hitoshi isn’t bad to you, but he’s not and never will be Toshinori. He’ll never make you feel like you’re truly alive.

Your father is very happy with you. He’s happy to see you marrying into a good family. You’ll be in good hands. You’ll give him grandchildren like he wants. To him, you are just a means to continue his legacy. That’s all you’ll ever be to him and to everyone else. A means to an end. You’re not even a real person.

Stricken with sadness and a rage that nobody can calm, Toshinori goes out of town for a while. He decides to go take his anger out on something he knows he can fix. A rival family has decided to take things into their own hands when it comes to a territory dispute and with Toshinori being the eldest son of the Yagi family, he knows he’s got to go take good care of this.

With every impact of his fist against their faces, the more he realizes how wrong he was to leave you like that. It was going to eat him up inside every second he’s away from you. The thought of you marrying some other man, it wouldn’t do anything but pierce his heart over and over. Toshinori beats up all these men, but it’s not fixing what’s going on inside his heart and his mind. It’s not even close to repairing the hurt that’s tormenting within him.

When he’s done with the mission and letting the rival family know that the Yagis mean business, he finally decides what he has to do. He knows that he has to go see you. Even if it means seeing your father and finally confessing everything, it would be worth it. To see your face again and to feel your touch again, it’s going to make everything better.

He makes his way back to your place, his heart pounding in his chest. He wants to smell your beautiful floral perfume. Toshi would kill a man to see your smile. The sound of your laughter would be a salve for his poor broken heart right now.

As he nears your home, he notices that the light in your bedroom is on. He climbs the balcony…

.·:*¨¨* ≈☆≈ *¨¨*:·.

There’s commotion on your balcony. As much as you wish for it to be Toshinori, you figure it wouldn’t never be him again. You had just come back from your dress fitting. One of the last ones. The days were coming faster and faster and you were pushing away your pain and guilt away.

The memories of him being in your bed just so little ago, it makes you feel like your whole life was being thrown away. Why couldn’t you both just get together and talk it out? You should be talking it out. You should be getting fucked senseless by the man who took your virginity and who took your heart and never let it go.

There’s a crash against the door. You stand there in your pink dress and white thigh-highs and you suddenly feel so vulnerable. What if it’s someone trying to kidnap you? You find the courage somehow and open the door. Your eyes widen when you see who’s there.

He’s drunk, a cigarette between his lips. His hands are bloody and bruised. His leather jacket barely hangs off his frame as he collapses to his knees. And with a gentle tug, he’s wrapping his arms around you. The blood smears on your naked thighs, but you don’t care. You don’t have the words to describe just how happy you are. Instead, you let your actions speak for you.

You pull him to rest his face against your tummy. He’s clinging to you, the cigarette still lit between his lips. You gently caress his face, holding him to your body as close as you can. You swear you’d let him meld into you if you could. It’s just not enough to be this close and not physically one with him.

“I was an asshole,” he finally says in a shaky voice. “I left you when you needed me the most.”

“No, Toshinori. I was stupid. I shouldn’t have let him speak for me.”

He looks up at you from his position on his knees. He pushes the skirt of your dress up over your hips, and he places his face between your thighs. The more he can smell your scent, the more Toshinori becomes intoxicated with just the thought of you. You are the one he desires.

“I never…didn’t sleep with anyone. Didn’t kiss anyone…I was loyal and faithful.” He promises to you.

“I didn’t do anything with him.” You’re talking about Hitoshi of course. “But…the wedding is coming so fast.”

Toshinori’s eyes burn with a passion for you. He’ll figure something out. He doesn’t care what he has to do, but you will not be marrying Hitoshi. Toshi then gets up on his feet, tossing his cigarette off the balcony. He’s towering over you, but you feel so safe with him.

“I…” he stutters for a moment. “I fuckin’ love you.”

Before you can even react or say anything, he pulls you into a hungry and sloppy kiss. He eagerly pushes you towards the bed and when you fall onto it, he begins to kiss your neck.

“I’ve been needing you. Can’t sleep without feeling your sweet touch,” he grunts as he helps you out of your dress.

There you lay, your white socks and the tops of your thighs stained with the blood that had stained his knuckles. You look so beautiful, divine even. Toshinori attacks your lips with yours, frantically kissing you like he’s never kissed you before. You’re the air that he needs to breathe. He’s never ever felt this way about anyone before.

“I’ve been needing you too.” You confess, running your fingers through his hair.

“Yeah?” He asks, a little out of breath.

You nod. “Been having dreams about you…”

Your cheeks are pink and your lips are parted as you pant softly. You look like a painting right now. Toshinori smirks before he begins to kiss you hungrily once more. His hands are all over you, pulling your panties down your body. He loves the way you’re so wet for him already.

“Fuck,” he spreads your thighs and kisses your mound. “Been missing this little pussy.”

The minute his tongue runs through your folds, you’re trying your best not to cry out in ecstasy. Your little clit twitches with each pass of his tongue until he wraps his lips around the little bud. You reach down to tangle your fingers in his hair, and you’re practically humping his face now. Toshinori is in heaven as you grind against his mouth.

“Love you,” he mumbles as he laps at you like you’re his oasis in the desert. “Love you so much.”

Your breath hitches in your throat and the coil in your stomach is so tight. The more he says that he loves you, the closer you get to your orgasm. A few more laps of his tongue and you’re sent over the edge with a little squeal of his name.

“I fuckin’ love you too…forever.”

This sets him off like nothing else. He keeps your legs spread, feasting on you like you are the only thing he ever wants to taste ever again. Toshinori begins to rut against the mattress as he licks and sucks on your cute little cunt. You’re dripping your sweet nectar into his mouth, making him even harder than he was before. As he pulls orgasm after orgasm from you, he realizes he needs to be buried deep inside of you.

It takes him seconds to pull off his jeans. You look up at him like he’s the only thing in this world that matters to you, and in this moment, he is the only thing. The only one. The one who’s captured your heart and you never want him to let it go. You want him to keep it for himself. It’s a treasure that you are willing to part with but only to give it to him.

Toshinori teases your already aching clit with the fat head of his cock. He loves the way you squirm and whine for him. Something about this makes him feel so powerful. He would never use this against you, no, but he loves the way he can make you squirm just for him.

“Do you want me?” His voice is rough and husky.

“I need you.” You beg him.

With one thrust, he’s bottomed out in you. This has you panting and moaning, reaching out to cling to him in an attempt to ground yourself. Toshinori leans in to kiss you, his own moans melting with yours. The feeling of your walls clamping down around him has him reeling. There’s nothing better than being deep inside of you like this. His hands find yours and he intertwines his fingers with yours as he begins thrusting into you.

“I’ll never let you go. I won’t be an asshole again,” he murmurs against your skin. “I’ll always be by your side.”

Your heart flutters in your chest as you hear his declaration of love to you. The man who you thought was rough around the edges is actually a big softie underneath it all. And you know for a fact that you must be one of the only people who get to see this beautiful side of him. You wrap your legs around him, pulling him in even closer.

“I don’t wanna marry him, Toshi…” You whine.

He hushes you with another kiss. “You’re not gonna marry him, doll. No, no…you’ll be marrying me.”

This has you moaning softly. The thought of being his wife has you even more turned on. The thought of walking down the aisle in the beautiful dress you have picked out just to see Toshinori at the altar, it does something to you. It makes you feel closer to your release.

“Hmmm, you like that, dontcha?” Toshinori teases. “Wanna be my pretty bride, kitten?”

You nod frantically. “Yes, yes…please, make me your wife.”

He loves the sound of you begging to be his wife. He’s never felt this connected with another human being before. You see him for who he is, and goddammit, you still want to be his wife. The love you have for him is unconditional and it makes him feel so good and so desired.

He pulls you closer to him, capturing your lips in a very sweet kiss. It’s tender and loving, and it says everything that he can’t quite put into words. It’s a promise that you belong to him and he belongs to you. Nothing will ever tear you apart again. Nothing could come between the two of you now.

His hands soothe down your body and he begins to rub your clit in time with his thrusts. The way you look when you come undone is a look he wants to keep ingrained in his mind for all eternity. You cry out his name with so much love, he doesn’t care if you two get caught. He’ll always fight for you.

Toshinori falls off the edge with a deep, throaty grunt of your name. He spills his thick seed deep inside of you, leaving you feeling so warm and so full. Slowly, he slumps against you and you begin to play with his hair. You’re everything to him and he’s not going to fuck this up this time.

“Stay the night?” You ask, your tone practically begging him.

“Doll, I’m staying forever.” He smirks up at you.

He pulls out of you, pulling you to his chest. In the silence of the night, the two of you seem to tell each other how much you mean to one another through your little actions. You trace your fingers over his tattoos and he rubs your back. Even though things aren’t perfect and nothing’s really resolved, you know that you won’t ever be alone ever again.

“I meant what I said.” He whispers. “I love you and you’re mine. I won’t leave you alone again.”

You kiss him. “I love you too, Toshi.”

.·:*¨¨* ≈☆≈ *¨¨*:·.

The next morning, you don’t wake up alone. Toshinori is snuggled up against you, his erection poking your ass. You giggle sleepily as you feel him pulling you even closer to him. You’re so happy he didn’t leave. In your bed, under the covers, that’s where you two belong right now.

“Mmm…” he mumbles as he presses kisses to your neck.

“Horny?” You ask softly, pressing your ass against him.

He doesn’t reply, he just plays with your pussy as he rocks his hips against you. The feeling of being so wanted and desired like this has you both on cloud nine. You’re dribbling all over his fingers, making him grunt softly.

Toshinori’s slipping into you from behind, moaning as you make him feel so warm. His arm wraps around you as he takes you a little sloppier than last night. It takes so little for you to cum for him and he follows you over the edge. He kisses you all over your neck and shoulder, keeping you close to him as his seed begins to leak out of you.

“Fuck,” he groans. “At this rate, gonna make you a mommy.”

The words make you clamp down around him again. He chuckles and nips at your earlobe. You being aroused at just the thought of being his wife and mother of his children is so sexy. He loves that just simple things like that make you so horny.

“Oh you’d love that, wouldn’t you?” He asks, practically purring for you.

“Shush…” you try to change the subject, but he loves your reaction.

He’s about to say something when there’s a knock on your door. Dread and panic flood your system but the way that Toshinori clings to you allows you to calm down. You call out for whoever it is. It’s your maid, and she’s telling you that your fiance is downstairs waiting for you. You thank her and let her know you’ll be down in a few minutes. When her footsteps are out of earshot, you turn to face your lover.

“What do I do now?” You ask.

He cups your cheeks and kisses you. “Let me handle this.”

The two of you get up and get dressed. Toshinori helps you pick out such a cute outfit. And then the two of you leave your room together, hand in hand. It’s such a stressful moment. You know that everything could go wrong, but you can no longer lie to anyone anymore.

Hitoshi and your father await you in the living room. Your father looks very angry, his arms crossed over his chest and his face is red. Hitoshi looks relieved almost in a way. He looks like finally he can face the true version of you.

“So this is him,” Hitoshi starts. “This is the man you’re in love with.”

You nod and try to explain yourself, but Hitoshi smiles and quiets you. You’re surprised that he’d have such a calm reaction to all of this. You know that maybe you shouldn’t have led him on like this, but this whole idea wasn’t yours.

“I thought I told you to stay away from this man!” Your father snarls and Toshinori is quick to push you behind him.

“She’s allowed to choose who she wants to be with.” Toshinori challenges. “Have you thought about asking her what she wants?”

“She’s my only daughter! Every choice I make for her is for her best interest! And you certainly aren’t it!”

Hitoshi sighs and he looks at your father with pleading eyes. Someone else is finally on your side. It’s such a breath of fresh air to have someone else in your court for once. Hitoshi then looks at you.

“I knew you didn’t want to marry me. Your heart wasn’t in it, and I couldn’t be happy knowing I was keeping you from someone else.”

Your eyes widen. “How did you know?”

Hitoshi laughs, “I know when someone is in love. That morning that you first met me, you were still longing for this man.”

He turns to Toshinori and smiles. Toshinori continues to keep you mostly behind him, ready to fight in case this is a trap. But with the way Hitoshi smiles and keeps his tone calm, Toshinori figures that this could be real.

“I won’t keep her away from you. She’s all yours.”

Your father is about to say something, but you look at him with sadness in your eyes. He knows that he can’t keep you away from the one you love, but he wishes he could shield you from the danger in this world.

“Father,” you begin. “Ever since I was a little girl and mom died, I’ve listened to your every word. But this has stunted my growth as a human.”

He looks away ashamed. “Everything I did was for you. I tried to keep you safe.”

“But you kept her from her own choices in life! She’s a bird with her wings clipped!” Toshinori interjects.

Both men are now glaring at one another. There’s an impasse here, but your father finally begins to cry. He feels guilty for the things he’s done, even if he considered them the right things to do to make sure that you’d be safe for life. He reaches for your hands.

“I just wanted you to have a happy life. Your mother…she would want you to be happy too. And if you love him, then please…go with him. You have my blessing.”

He gets on his knees, begging you for forgiveness. You don’t know how to react other than to caress his hair. You’ve never seen your father in this position before. It’ll take a lot more than tears to fix the relationship, but you know you can’t leave him in this state.

“I forgive you,” you begin. “But I will not forget the things you’ve done. You’ll have time to think about how to make it up to me.”

He looks up at you and dries his tears. Perhaps it’s not the ending he wanted, but it’s the start of something new. You seem even more confident with this man at your side. Maybe your father had been so quick to judge him and hadn’t seen the way he was a good influence on you.

“I’m going to be marrying Toshinori.” You proclaim.

And nobody has anything else to add to the conversation. It was settled. Your marriage to Hitoshi was being called off and you’d finally make your own destiny. It would be in your two hands and you could make any choice you wanted.

Toshinori smirks at you, happy that you finally had the courage to speak up for yourself. He loves the way you look right now, proud and free. He’ll continue to stick up for you if you need him to, and he’ll love you forever.

Then the two of you head up to your room, packing a suitcase and vowing to come back for some of the other things in the next couple of weeks. You rush down the stairs, ready to get on Toshinori’s bike once more.

The revving of the engine and the smell of gasoline is what has your heart racing. You get on the back of the bike, your suitcase tucked away properly. You wave to your father and Hitoshi before pulling on your helmet. Toshinori speeds off onto the road, his intentions are to bring you outside of the city.

And when the two of you are in the park where he took your virginity, Toshinori pulls out a little velvet box. Inside is a gorgeous diamond engagement ring. He smiles genuinely when you say yes to his proposal.

“This is my promise to you,” he says. “My promise to continue to love you until my dying breath, and then more.”

“And I promise you the same.”

The sun sets as you two share a tender, loving kiss.

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sturnsafterdark · 1 month ago

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Is there crazy dealer!Chris lore you can tell us? Or is it all planned out to be told later on? I noticed when reading their first meeting you mentioned Chris hadn't felt that way about meeting a girl since the last time he did and the last time didn't end well and I was like hmmmmm okayyyyyy I see

oooo you picked up on something hehehe

while a lot of things about dealer!chris will be revealed later on, he's a bit emotionally constipated and it'll take a while to get there. But there's some hcs I have about him that I'll share!!

series intro • hello there (dealer!chris × girlnextdoor! reader)

about dealer!chris...

- Has a very small inner circle. he talks weekly with his two suppliers, but his relationship with them is strictly professional and to the point. he trusts their product, but not them necessarily if that makes sense.

- His best friend, Nate, still lives in Boston, but they're pretty distant now. They talk once or twice a month.

- Chris and his triplet brothers all moved out to LA together shortly after graduation. They lived together in a house they rented for about 8 months, until Chris moved out his own after his brothers figured out what he was doing and confronted him.

- His triplet brothers, Nick and Matt, are distant. Both of his brothers attend UCLA, and between their class schedules, extracurriculars, and jobs they're pretty busy. They're also distant because Chris's choice to be a drug dealer has put a great strain on their relationship. They don't support it at all, for a variety of reasons.

- He grew up with his brothers and a single mom on the outskirts of boston. They knew struggle and hard times. This is partly why he fell into dealing, he saw how fast you can make large sums of money.

- He loves his mom to death, and often will send her small gifts or a card a couple times a month. he also wires money into her account often, so she doesn't have to work overtime anymore. his mom doesn't know exactly what he does for work, but she has her suspicions and chris knows this. (in this au justin and jimmy do not exist)

- Has tried to help his brothers financially, but they both refuse. He's even went as far as to put money in envelopes and put it in their mail box. Each time, Matt or Nick makes the drive across the city to Chris's place to return the cash and tell him to knock it off. Chris still tries though, partly because he knows it'll be a chance for him to see one of his brothers again when they return it to him.

- Hasn't seen his mom in person for two years. he's afraid of the conversation they'll have. it hurts him enough that his brothers found out and are disappointed with him, he couldn't stand to see the disappointment in his mom's eyes.

- Used to smoke and drink a lot in his last two years of high school but is sober now, besides having a beer every now and then. when he got into dealing his senior year of high school, he saw how bad addiction can get for people and he'd be lying if he said it didn't scare him.

- Really struggled through school due to having dyslexia that went undiagnosed until later in high school. once he was diagnosed and put into a program to help him, he did a bit better, but not much. He felt like it was a waste to try since his gpa was already so low. He did graduate though. That's the last time he felt like he made someone proud.

#sturniolo triplets #the sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #dealer chris #dealer!chris #chris sturniolo fanfic #chris sturniolo x you #chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo angst

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spiritsglade · 18 days ago

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hey so about jason's death (some of the stuff that happened after)

A continuation of this post, which I recommend reading first. All disclaimers from there apply here as well--we're sticking to post-crisis & maybe i missed stuff.

In related news, here is my death certificate hater-posting.

Better people than me have compiled the victim blaming regarding Jason's death (along with more general commentary about how Bruce reacted emotionally to Jason's death), so I won't really be diving into that here.

I could also talk for, frankly, far too long about how Bruce's monologue at the beginning of #428 is already retconning and rewriting so much of their relationship dynamic and basic facts about what happened, but that's not what we're here for. Another time, perhaps.

Immediate fallout

Bruce finds Sheila first. Sheila says (1) the Joker did all this (2) Jason tried to save Sheila and was a really good kid and must've really loved his mom. At no point does Sheila mention she betrayed Jason.

Bruce finds Jason next. Apparently his corpse is already cold to touch, but Bruce checks the pulse anyway. (This is simply impossible--corpses take a long ass time to cool, but it does indicate that Jason's supposed to been dead for a while, at this point. Namely, that he died in the explosion and NOT to smoke inhalation after the fact I don't CARE what the death certificate sa--*gets shot*)

Batman (1940) #428 pg 14

Bruce covers up the crime. He removes all proof of Robin before calling authorities. We don't know exactly what he told them, besides that (1) he didn't know what caused the explosion, but implies it was an accident (2) he identified the victims by their real names, and called them mother and son.

Bruce flies the bodies back to the states for burial. The Joker has killed all his henchmen, leaving their bodies behind in a different warehouse (in Addis Ababa). He leaves a message on the wall in red paint telling Bruce to meet him at an address back in Gotham.

(This contradicts with later panels from Red Hood: The Lost Days Issue #1, in which the League of Assassins tortures interrogates Joker's henchmen that witnessed Robin's death. The LoA did kill them afterwards, though, so either way they're definitely dead by now.)

Bruce "takes the Joker at his word" and flies home with the two corpses.

The funeral & casket

I use coffin and casket somewhat interchangeably because dc does too, but it is worth noting that these are two different things. It looks like Jason's in a casket.

Batman (1940) #428 pg 15

This panel implies that Jason and Sheila were buried next to each other, but Sheila's grave is not mentioned elsewhere ever again.

We get no clear indication how soon the funeral is after Jason's death. Alfred does not ask about contacting Dick until the funeral is already underway.

During Hush (Batman (1940) #617), we learn that Jason was buried in this "secret" location. Detective Comics (1937) #790 show that this was in a public cemetery, presumably Gotham Cemetery. The implication of having the body moved in the above panel means Jason may not be buried next to Sheila anymore.

Jason's gravestone is consistently portrayed across multiple comics as an angel on a pedestal that reads 'HERE LIES JASON TODD'. The exception is The New Titans #55, where it's 'JASON TODD REST IN PEACE'

In Batman: Under the Hood #8, we learn that Jason's casket was designed by a man named Giovanni Locaso (who built the caskets for Bruce's parents.) Due to Locaso's arthritis, his son was the one to actually build Jason's coffin. (Lost Days implies that the LoA killed them both off, btw.)

Batman Annual 25 states Bruce placed 3 sensors within the coffin to test for tampering. (I could go on about inconsistencies regarding the presence of Jason's body in his grave (it's completely empty during Hush but Bruce digs up an empty coffin in Under the Hood, etc.), but since that's all post-resurrection I'll save it for another time.)

Sidenote: Jason's injuries

Deadman: Dead Again #2 notes that after the beating "half the bones in his body are broken."

Batman Annual 25 expands on these: Fractured skull (caused a brain bleed that put him in a coma, but this was after he dug himself out), flash burns, shattered sternum, collapsed lung, ~40 other fractures.

It is worth noting that for Batman Annual 25, this is after Superboy Prime's punch revived Jason, with the implication that these are the injuries he would have sustained if he hadn't died. It's also after he crawled out of the grave, walked 12.5 miles, and maybe got hit by a car, so some may have been sustained afterwards (like the wood slivers in his fingers I didn't mention above.)

Jason's legacy (the memorial case)

This post summarizes the memorial case much better than I can ever hope to. I'd like to highlight these panels from Batman (1940) #432:

Bruce's initial reaction is to hide all evidence Jason ever existed.

We also have this panel from Batman (1940) #638, which is among a dream sequence/flashback/hallucination thing so its veracity is a little unclear.

'Alfred was the one who put up the memorial case against Bruce's will' panels are all from post-new 52 so I am ignoring them.

In The New Titans #55, the Batcomputer is linked to the Titan's computer (by Danny Chase). Within the Batcomputer, Jason's whereabouts are marked as Unknown. It takes Dick inputting Bruce's password to see that Jason's actually deceased. This is part of a pattern of obscuring Jason's death.

That fucking Joker diplomatic immunity arc

I hate this part of the comic and I refuse to reread it and refresh myself on the details. However. Things that are worth noting:

The extent of Bruce's investigation is to trick Joker into confirming that he did kill Robin. Again, no mention of Sheila's betrayal here.

Superman did not physically stop Bruce from killing the Joker at any point, and after Joker's attempted gassing and successful bombing of the UN, did let Bruce go after the Joker with the intent of killing him

The point of Bruce's attempted murder in that arc is entirely moot given the number of opportunities for Joker murder & the number of times Bruce has revived the Joker since.

#dc comics #batman #jason todd #bruce wayne #joker #death in the family

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rayswayzestuff · 1 year ago

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Bonnie & Clyde - Johnny Cade

synopsis - johnny finally breaks down y/n's walls

warnings - mentions of suicide, talk about criminals, mention of abuse, not much😙

pairing - johnny cade x best friend!gn!reader

authors note - my first fic posted on any platform, don't judge me xoxo (jk, if I need to improve, give me some tips!! x) not edited cuz it's 4am..

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Both y/n and Johnny faced problems at home… these problems leaving them with a bond so odd that not even they could understand it

Johnny was emotionally and physically abused by his parents, and y/n had their unsaid problems just the same..

often, when nights got bad. The pair would spend the night in the lot together..

it was silent, other than the crackling of the firewood, and the subtle breeze picking up.

they sat close to each other, for body heat. Johnny sighed before speaking.. “I can’t take this anymore.”

y/n looks up at him, a slight look of curiosity in their eyes, "Is it getting worse..?" they ask.

“I-It’s like everything’s falling apart.” Johnny’s voice was shaky, and cracked in many places.

“M-My p-parents, t-they just..keep getting worse by the day.”

“It’s like..I’m n-nobody to them..” Johnny let out a deep sigh, and then took a long drag of his cigarette.

y/n shifts in their spot, turning their gaze back to the fire for a minute until looking back at him, "We've got each other at least.. That's what matters most right?"

“Y-You think?” Johnny smiled faintly at y/n. He exhaled a gust of smoke into the air, before leaning back on the wall. Johnny looked down at the ground, and took another long, deep drag from one of his cigarettes.

y/n didn't answer for a minute or two, just thinking of what to say next, "I like to think of us as Bonnie & Clyde, y'know..?" they pause, "all we've really got is each other, and that's all we need.."

“Bonnie and Clyde..?” Johnny repeated, then paused for a moment and thought of the criminal duo. He took yet another puff of his cigarette..

“I guess you’re right…all we really have is each other.”

Johnny shifted in place. The cool breeze seemed to be irritating him, causing him to shiver slightly. “Damn, it's really freezing out here.."

y/n gently rests their head on his shoulder, closing in their distance on one another.

Johnny could see his own breath, due to how cold it was outside… It didn't help that his clothes were thin and worn out. He appreciated the warmth of y/n's head on his shoulder.

Johnny sighed, and looked over at them..

“y/n…”

y/n murmured back, "Mmm..?" Their voice was soft and quiet.

Johnny went silent, and smiled softly at them. He was surprised by how comfortable this felt..he was actually able to relax, and be himself. His cigarette was down to the last few puffs..as Johnny watched it slowly burn.

“y/n…you know how much I appreciate you..right?”

"Y-Yeah..? I think so" they mumble back.

“You mean a lot to me.” Johnny continued, as he took a deep drag from the cigarette, exhaling thick plumes of smoke from his mouth.

“I feel like I got nobody, but you. It’s me and you against the world.” Johnny paused for a minute, and smiled softly.

“We have a bond…a connection that nobody else has. Nobody else understands..”

A small smirk appears on y/n's face, "just like Bonnie & Clyde, right..?" a small giggle leaving their lips.

“You know what?” Johnny chuckled quietly, and nodded his head. “Yeah…just like Bonnie and Clyde.”

His cigarette was burnt to a short stub, as Johnny tossed the little bit of the cigarette that was left to the ground.

“Now that.. makes me Clyde, right?” Johnny said, and looked at them with raised brows.

y/n murmurs under their breath, "mmhm.."

“So that means I get the ladies, right?” Johnny continued to joke around, and gave an innocent smile to y/n. They were both close in age, but Johnny certainly seemed older than y/n..in an emotional sense, at least..

"Mhm.. but Clyde chose Bonnie over anyone.." y/n speaks softly "..you'd do that for me too, right..?"

“Hey…” Johnny turned his head towards them more, and gently placed a hand on their cheek.

“I’d choose you over anything or anyone.” Johnny’s voice was quiet, but he seemed to mean every word.

“I wouldn’t trade you for the entire world..”

They both gave each other innocent smiles.

Johnny brushed a strand of messy hair away from their face, looking into their eyes with tender affection.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you..”

"Crash and burn..?" y/n quickly replies.

“Definitely crash and burn.” Johnny chuckled, a small smile spreading across his face.

“How about you though? How would you be without me..?”

y/n suddenly goes quiet, tension rising in the air as they seem a bit nervous to answer the question.

“y/n…” Johnny’s voice was tinged with concern, as he noticed the slight pause in their answer.

“Wouldn’t you crash and burn too..?”

"I've already crashed," their voice was hushed, "the burning is just slower than it should be.."

Johnny was silent for a moment, letting their words sink in. He took a slow, yet drawn out drag of his cigarette, his heart aching for them.

Johnny shifted, and rested his head against the wall, before looking back over at them.

“You alright?”

y/n subtly shakes their head.

“I wish I could make everything better for you..” Johnny sighed quietly, and took another drag of his cigarette.

Johnny’s eyes shifted to the darkness in the lot, as a chill shuddered through his body.

“It’s so damn cold….”

y/n's gaze was locked on the fire that was burning in front of them.

“y/n…” Johnny’s voice was quiet, and his demeanor changed to that of slight worry and concern as he noticed the silence from them. His brow was furrowed.

“Look over here for a sec..?” He softly asked.

y/n shakes their head again.

Johnny’s expression was concerned, almost frustrated. He reached over and gently tilted their head up towards him.

”What’s wrong..? Please..”

y/n's expression was weak as they held back tears of pain.

“Hey..” He brushed a tear that escaped their eye, and ran his fingertips alongside their face.

“Hey…c’mon..” Johnny was soft, and gentle with them.

“Don’t fight it…just let it out..”

They immediately begin to sob into Johnny's shoulder, never once having cried in front of him before.

Johnny immediately softened, his arms wrapping around them and holding them as close as he could. He had never seen y/n in such a vulnerable position before. They were so sweet and innocent…Johnny couldn't stand the thought of them hurting.

Johnny rubbed their back, as he spoke to them in a soothing tone.

"Shhh..it's okay..it's okay.."

Johnny had never even had a glimpse of them outside of their playful, flirty demeanor.. As he saw their walls fall down, he felt shocked.

Johnny had never realized how much pain they had been in, and the sight of their pain…made him hurt too.

Johnny gently squeezed them tight, and he sighed softly. His eyes were fixated on them, watching their tears fall..

Johnny wanted to protect them, and never let anybody else hurt them.

-------------------------------------------

It took y/n about another ten minutes to finally calm down, they kept their head on Johnny's shoulder and stayed quiet.

Johnny didn’t mind it at all when they kept their head on his shoulder, actually enjoying the intimacy of the moment. There were moments where he wished this moment would last, and they could just sit here forever. He enjoyed being someone that y/n could let their guard down around, and feel comfortable around.

“You alright..? You done crying..?” Johnny softly asked. His voice was gentle, as he kept his arms around y/n.

Johnny smiles as he sees them nod, ”Are you gonna go back to being playful now..? Or you still gonna be a sad, crying ol’ crybaby?” Johnny teased with a smug grin.

y/n smiled weakly, laughing briefly at his behavior.

Johnny let out a soft chuckle, and smiled at them Even through their pain, they remained the same beautiful, playful y/n he knew and loved.

“Okay okay..now that’s more like it…” Johnny brushed their back again, and then gently took their hand into his.

“You good now? You feeling alright?”

y/n lets out a soft sniffle, followed by a small nod.

Johnny smiled at them, and squeezed their hand a few times in reassurance.

“Alright, that’s good to hear.”

Johnny sat in silence for a few moments, looking at their hand holding hands. “They're so beautiful…” he thought to himself. He wanted to keep staring, but quickly looked away.

“So. What made you cry anyway?” Johnny asked, hoping to change the subject away from how vulnerable they had been for a moment.

y/n hesitantly speaks up, "Johnny.. If you weren't here, I don't reckon I would be either.."

Johnny immediately froze, his heart shattering in his chest.

Did they mean what he thought they meant..? Were they saying that he was the only thing preventing them from taking their own life?

Johnny quickly squeezed their hand, and looked at them, his voice full of concern.

“What are you saying..?”

"I don't think I need to explain," y/n says.

Johnny went silent, thinking over what they just said for a few moments.

“So you’re saying..” Johnny hesitantly spoke, trying to ask them. “That you would take your own life..?”

y/n softly speaks, "I'm not trying to be a burden or anything.." they pause, "but yeah.."

Johnny’s voice was a combination of panic and concern.

“y/n…” He gently squeezed their hand, and spoke to them again. “You’re not a burden. In fact…you’re the opposite…”

“You mean everything to me…my life would be ruined if something ever happened to you.” Johnny paused for a moment,

“Do you know how much I love you..?”

"Yeah.." y/n weakly smiles, "I love you too, Johnny.."

Johnny smiled at them, as he squeezed their hand a few times.

“And you know..?” Johnny paused for another moment. “I’d choose you over anything.”

"Just like Bonnie & Clyde, right..?" y/n mutters.

"Yeah.. exactly like Bonnie & Clyde" He replied.

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#johnny cade #johnny cade x reader #the outsiders #ralph macchio #johnnycake #dally winston #the outsiders johnny #ponyboy curtis #darry curtis #steve randle #sodapop curtis #two bit mathews #cherry valance #fanfic #johnny #cade #johnny x reader smut #Johnny x reader fluff

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ninafan-xx3 · 28 days ago

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💚🎮⚡️Ben drowned Hcs (Dating+crush phase)⚡️🎮💚

(+ Nsfw stuff, Yes He’d be18-22 in this)

(Don’t have the idea for a full fanfic of him yet)

Mentions of: Stalking, online stalking, stealing, ✨murder✨, 🍃🚬gardening 🚬🍃, telling people to sh and ��𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 shi

Minors DNI

General Hcs💭🎀

(Nsfw + sfw)

🎮: 5’2 ft tall

🎮: Pansexual + Demiromantic

🎮: Fear of any water

🎮🔞: 6ish ‘in, shaft is FFE8CD fluid is a FFF9EB color, tip is FBA0AA gets darker the farther up you go

🎮🔞: Switch Sub leaning

🎮🔞: Kinks include; Cyber stalking, overstimulation (Giving and receiving) praise and degradation (Again Giving and receiving) Oral (Thought he only liked Getting, turns out he likes being buried in ur cunt) Choking (Only giving) Some small amounts of being tied up

🎮: smokes like a blunt a day

🎮🔞: goes through lotion like crazy (A bottle like every two weeks)

🎮: Elven ears do twitch when he’s embarrassed

🎮: Still a little shit

🎮: can go a week without showering

🎮: Hates Zelda games (If you were trapped in a game for like years would you like that game?)

🎮: Around 19ish years old can be mentally immature since he died at 12 and once was freed from Majora’s mask he started aging finally

🎮: Sadistic little guy

🎮: hates most of the proxys

🎮: 🍃🚬Gardener🚬🍃

🎮: Secretly likes head pats

🎮: Childhood crush was Zelda

🎮: The link costume only appears when in full spirit form, usually wears baggy stuff and ripped jeans

🎮: Fave game is minecraft

🎮: Gets emotionally attached to his minecraft pets

🎮: Makes other people go into water sources in minecraft

🎮: Fave color is green due to it being just “cool” and associated with tech, does have mixed feelings with it due to being trapped in Zelda for years and green being Link’s main color scheme

🎮: Gets into online arguments

🎮: Tells people to cvt deeper online

🎮: Chronically online and does use gen alpha slang sometimes giving slender an aneurysm

🎮: Hacks little kids adopt me acounts for fun

🎮: Likes mint and lavender scents

Crush phase💌✨💕

🎮: Ben definitely is more of a little shit to you than anybody else as he has issues communicating his emotions

🎮: Would install viruses in your computer if you got another partner

🎮: “Borrows” your clothes with or without your permission

🎮: Tries to be around you as much as he can/Sits in your phone or something just to be near you

🎮: One day while you’re both smoking in his room, he’d randomly admit that he likes you more than a friend

🎮: Stalks you online and sometimes Irl, would act sort of like a love struck teenage girl stalking their crushes’ facebook or insta, giggling and kicking his feet while doing this

!!Nsfw!!

🎮🔞: Steals your underwear so he can imagine what you look like in them + finds 🌽🌟s who look suspiciously like you + would jack it to your insta

Dating💕😘

🎮: Still a little gremlin shit, also wayyy more possessive now will kill people for you or at least ruin them online like idk make them seem like a PDF

🎮: Likes cuddling with you, enjoys spooning would rather spoon then be spooned, but he is 5’2 sooo

🎮: Still stalks you

🎮: If you take your phone into the bathroom or have it play music while in the shower he will take that chance to come out of your phone (Get your fucking mind out of the gutter🫵📸) and he’d be a little shit about it too like “How was I supposed to know you were in the shower?”

🎮: Will never admit to the fact that he doesn’t sleep and just likes watching you sleep

🎮: Likes when you play video games with him/Watches him play and like idk give him head pats when he wins¯\_(ツ)_/¯

🎮: Still “borrows” clothes and never gives them back

🎮: Encourages you to smoke 🍃🚬 with him

🎮: Likes the idea of you and him showering together, he fears the waters, but you make it more bearable

🎮: You have had to shove him into a shower because “The layer of crust protects him”

E.J Smut is next

After that is E.J Hcs

#ben drowned x you #ben drowned x reader #ben drowned #praise kink go brrrr #headcanon #headcannons #ben drowned headcanons #x y/n #x reader #creepypasta #crp fandom #crp

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incognitobobcat · 2 months ago

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Freedom

This is somewhat of a sad palette cleanser opposite to “Going Nowhere”

This is the healthier and mature version of handling the same difficult conversation despite it being unbearably painful.

Summary: Female Reader has been in a relationship with Tomas for a while. Despite the normal ups and downs resulting in both partners growing as people and learning new things about each other, the Reader has been contemplating on certain concerns about the relationship, and herself. She has come to realize that it is for the best to end the relationship.

Pairing: Smoke/ Tomas Vrbada x Fem!Reader

Trigger warning: None, SFW

The last few months have been tense. Being sent on the latest mission that nearly cost you your life had almost driven you to the edge, and you were barely hanging on to whatever sanity you had. You had mostly kept to yourself, though you managed to succeed in showing superficial decency and the bare minimum in respect when communicating with your clan mates and superiors.

Your time in the clan had been the most trying and difficult for you, though short in comparison to many. Living on red alert 24/7 had been something that you were conditioned to do, which should come as no surprise as an Earthrealm Protector. However, you had not anticipated how astronomically draining it was-physically, mentally, and emotionally. Though honorable, the profession had made you think about your mortality, the fleeting nature of life…and about your own life.

Had the lifestyle been the only aspect of a Shirai Ryu warrior that you had to worry about, it would have been bearable. However, being a Westerner had added a level of stress due to the conflict of different values, cultural upbringing, and, of course, different strong personalities. You were no exception. Then there was the added complexity of your relationship with Tomas.

For the past few months, you have had to distance yourself from him. The last conflict you both had took a large toll on you, despite having talked it over in depth and resolved it. Tomas has always been wonderful, having a compassionate and caring heart that's big enough for every hurting human being, including you. That may sound like an exaggeration, and that was how you felt about one of many great aspects of him. He had been great with checking in on you since you communicated your need for space and you made sure to communicate where you're at and reassure him (a lot) that you had no personal issues with him since then.

You had approached him privately earlier that day during a break and asked him to meet you in a secluded dojo in the evening to talk, which he agreed to. After having dinner in the mess hall, you showered and headed straight for the dojo. You brought some tea that you made and a couple of cushions, which you arranged so that you would be facing him. You arranged the thermos and the tea cups in the centre. Then you waited.

The minutes felt like hours and your heart was pounding against your chest while your stomach was violently tying itself in knots. Rocking back and forth, you kept your head down and focused on slowing your breathing down. You jolted upright as you heard the door slide open before Tomas entered the dojo.

"Hey," you said nervously and greeted him with a forced smile as you stood up to greet him.

"Hey," Tomas replied in kind, leaning in to kiss you on the cheek, "I came as fast as I could."

"Ah, clan business. Have a seat," you said with an inviting gesture towards his cushion.

After you both have settled down, you poured some tea into your glasses. You gingerly took a sip from your cup.

"How are you holding up?" Tomas asked with genuine concern on his handsome face.

"I'm hanging in there," you replied with a wry smile, "One day at a time."

Tomas nodded to agree, "Such is life here."

"How are you holding up?" You asked, returning the concern. You hated that your needing space had caused him pain, which was evident on his face, adding to the dark circles under his eyes. Judging by his face, he looked like he lost a little weight.

"Hanging in there, too," he replied. Taking a deep breath and letting it out, he opened with, "This sounds serious. What did you need to talk about?"

Here we go.

You closed your eyes to compose yourself, taking in a deep breath yourself. Braving the sadness and nervousness, you spoke.

"Before I start, I want...I need you to be present with me and to give me the space to let me say everything that I need to say. I don't want you to try and hug or touch me, otherwise..."

"Right," he affirmed, "No "pain killers"."

"No "pain killers"," you repeated, "I know that your first instinct is to want to take away my pain, and you do that by hugging to soothe me. If you do that, I won't be able to-"

"Right, I won't do that. I promise," he reassured, "I know that you need to brave through the pain."

"Thank you," you reassured, sighing with relief, noting the sadness written all over his face. You couldn't bear to look him in the eyes because of what you were about to do.

“I, um…this isn’t easy for me to do…,” you shut your eyes, took a deep breath and exhaled through pursed lips. God, why did this have to be so difficult?

“God, where do i even start?” you muttered, eyes stinging with unshed tears.

“It’s ok, take your time,” Tomas reassured gently, “I’m not going anywhere.”

Your heart broke. Such a perfect gentleman. You couldn’t bear to look him in the eye and in that moment, you wanted to chicken out and tell him to forget everything; you wanted to apologize for wasting his time; apologize profusely and start fresh tomorrow. But deep down, you had been suffering in silence for a while, but not because of him. Never because of him. Now that you’re here, you have to go through with this, no matter what.

“Tomas, you’ve, um, you’ve always been a good person. You’re kind, considerate, open-minded, compassionate, emotionally intelligent…you’re everything that a woman can ask for in a man and a partner. You’ve always been very gracious and tolerant of my flaws, and despite of all that you still love and accept me.”

You paused and he waited for you to speak. Wiping away the tears that threatened to spill from your eyes with your sleeves, you pressed on while your heart felt like it was slowly being sliced in half by a dull knife.

“I know that it hasn’t been easy and…I haven’t made it any easier for you because of how different I am from everyone…from you…I’ve had to learn a lot of hard lessons about us…and myself,” pausing to take a deep breath to calm your racing heart to no avail, you fought back the anxiety, fear and sadness that threatened to crush you under their imposing weight. With a shaky voice you continued, though it was choppy as you fought back the urge to cry, “Being with...you has changed...me so...so much for...th-the better...and for...for that I-I...will always...be grateful.”

You dropped your head to allow the accumulating tears to drop onto your lap as your breathing came out in heaves. True to his word, Tomas didn’t reach out to pull you into a hug, and you can sense that he was fighting the urge, as he was hurting for you without even looking. Instead, he waited until you composed yourself before he spoke.

“I can’t imagine how difficult it is for you to talk with me right now despite of how you must be feeling. You’ve always been brave, even braver than me at times,” he admitted, “not just in battle, but in you expressing your emotions. It has always inspired me to become better in being true to myself, and for that, I am truly grateful.”

You choked out a sound that sounded like a mix of a laugh and a sob.

“Dammit! Why do always have to be so perfect?” you spat jokingly, trying to lighten the mood.

Tomas also chuckled with a self-depreciating air, “I’m not perfect. I know that I have made many mistakes in my life...and with you,” his voice cracked at the last part, “But we’ve always worked things out in the end regardless of how difficult it was at times. l-“

Tomas stopped. When you dared to look up, you saw in his expression that he was barely fighting to contain his emotions. His eyes were shut as he took a few deep breaths to calm his emotions. When he opened his eyes and looked at you, his gray eyes reflected pride and a deep love for you tinged with sadness and sincerity.

“I’ve never wavered in my commitment and feelings for you,” he finished with a steady voice, “And I will never reject you despite your flaws.”

That last statement was a knife that drove through your heart, but it also sent a small surge of courage through you.

“I don’t understand how you can say that,” you countered, your voice steadying, “I’ve never been brave and strong in my emotions…i’ve been in a state of chaos for he past few months, barely hanging onto myself.”

“I beg to differ,” Tomas asserted reassuringly, “With every differences, conflicts, and issues, we’ve always worked through them whether it was between us or with others. I know that it has been challenging for you, coming from a different cultural background, but that has never hindered me. If anything, you’ve taught me things that helped me to better relate with others from a similar background, and I’ve always come out stronger and wiser every time. I noticed the same willingness to change and adapt in you, too.”

“And that’s the thing,” you responded, having calmed down, “I have learned so much from you and from others.” Sighing, you continued, “Everytime there is a conflict between us or between others, getting out of those feels like I'm barely surviving. I'm not like you, where you see those moments as small victories. For me, I always have this feeling of dread. What if there is a conflict and it breaks either you, me, or both? What if I did or said something that would end up damaging us? I can't do it anymore! I know that I've had to change so much in ways that are necessary to survive to love this kind of life with its culture and traditions, and for line of work.”

“Survive this kind of life?” Tomas repeated, confused, “I’m not sure that I understand”

“What I meant was that while I had to change to adapt to the lifestyle of our clan and to honour its culture and customs, which is understandable, it feels like I’m doing that just to get by. I feel like I am losing myself in doing so...I feel...trapped."

Swallowing back the lump that was now forming in your throat, you pressed on, "I have reflected on myself since...since we started going out. If it was just myself focusing on what I need to be and do here...on just my role...I know that I can handle the consequences of being myself-to a reasonable degree. It was very hard for me to realized that...I don't think that I can fully be myself while...I-I don't think that I can accept everything that comes with being in a relationship with you."

Pausing to allow him to process your words, you watched his face as you said that. His expression was unreadable, but you saw him swallow hard, his Adam' Apple bobbing. After an agonizing stretch of silence that seemed to last for a long time, he let out a sigh and nodded, "Go on."

Like an unrelenting storm, your emotions came back full force, and you allowed your tears to fall, and your words came out choppy as your forced them through your tears, "I want to make it abundantly clear that you have not once been controlling or made me feel abused or suffocated. A few things that I-I struggle with is the power dynamics-while I-I know that you accept me for who I am, and I feel safe with you...when it's just us, I-I know that...that I'm always being judged...scrutinized in everything that I do...whether it's the Grandmaster, the Elders, and-and the clan. N-no matter how much I try to change...noth-nothing that I do is good...enough in everyone's eyes. I am s-someone wh-who needs...to fully be myself, and I can adapt as I-I need...to...but I can't be...," you choked back a sob and took a deep breath, "I can't be in a relationship where I'm...not acc-accepted for who I am.

The muscles on Tomas' face twitched slightly. He was looking down on his tea cup, eyes now glassy. He sniffed and nodded for you to go on, knowing where this conversation was headed.

"I can't deal with const...constantly having to..to worry about whether..my-my actions are going to-to m-make yo...you look bad or br-bring shame on you. I c-can't keep f-feeling...like I'm n-not good...good enough, I ca-can't deal...with...the-the hateful...women that-that keeps....," unable to hold back anymore, you started crying. As you shut your eyes and buried your face behind your hand, all you wanted to happen was for the ground to swallow you up.

"I cannot in...in good con-conscience...be in this relation...ship...an-anym-more. I ne-need my life b-back. I'm so sorry," you whimpered, "I sh-should not have... s-said y-yes to..to you like I-I did. I-I take...full responsibility," there was no control over your emotions now as you were openly crying.

Tomas sat still, eyes shut and not saying anything. But now, his face was barely contorted with grief as tears freely fell from his eyes.

"I'm so sorry," you whispered.

As he exhaled sharply, he responded, "Me, too."

He stood up and quietly walked out of the room, leaving you to grieve the end of your relationship.

*********

Two weeks had passed since that night and the shift between you was noticable. He didn't throw any blame your way nor did he beg you to work things out. There was no hatred on his face, but rather a silent grief and acceptance of your decision to end it with him. Though you spoke as necessary for your duties, he avoided you beyond that. Perhaps to grieve and to find ways to heal, and perhaps to respect your space.

As you grieved and dealt with your heartache, there was a small feeling that was rearing its head. It was a hope and and affirmation. It was the voice of your authentic self telling you with the certainty of a thousand suns that you had done right by yourself.

With this feeling, you sent a silent prayer to the gods for Tomas' happiness. You prayed that he will find a partner who is his equal, not only in rank, but in spirit, intensity, unwavering commitment to love deeply, and in his capacity for compassion and kindness for others. You prayed for a partner who will stand by him through the light and the darkness and who will meet his deepest needs for an unwavering connection and who can play a major role in his healing.

The most important thing was this: you were free.

#mk1 #mortal kombat #mk1 2023 #mortal kombat 1 #mortal kombat 2023 #tomas vrbada #mk smoke #mk1 smoke #mk1 tomas vrbada #smoke #mortal kombat 1 x reader #tomas vrbada x reader #mk x reader #smoke x reader #mortal kombat x reader

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