#did this take forever? yes. do i kind of regret it? yes. but am i sastified with the outcome? i honestly have no clue

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[ID: Pictures of different aberrant fish from the video game Dredge, along with text.

Grotesque Mackerel: Flesh is so full of mercury it's more mercury than animal. THROW IT BACK.

The art depicts a blue fish with protruding fangs and red eyes.

Lumpy Mackerel: The fluid in those moving lumps is acidic. While it's not acidic enough to seriously hurt someone unless they swallow it, it icks the fish off the menue for good.

The art depicts a brown fish with an orange eye. The fish is covered in large obvious lumps.

Many-Eyed Mackerel: Richer in Omega-3 fatty acids than the other mackerels that live in and around The Marrows. Somehow it keeps worse than the other mackerels, so it's either eaten raw or cured the moment people catch one.

The art depicts an orange-brown fish with five large brown eyes.

All-Seeing Cod: Remove the eyes before cooking and/or eating one. You'll than me later. Not only will you dodge the abrupt onset of insanity that arrives if you eat the fish with eyes intact, but the resultant taste will basically make it seem like the fish is melting in the mouth.

The art depicts an orange-brown fish with massive bluging blue eye. The fish also has a small row of fangs.

Fanged Cod: Basically uchanged in comparison to regular cod, but people in the Marrows tend to stock up on them due to their rarity. Typically smoked before eating because people say eating one that hasn't been prepared properly will turn you into a cannibal. This is superstition though.

The art depicts a purple fish with dark orange fins, red eyes and fangs.

Three-Headed Cod: Meat is usually cut into strips and turned into this weird green jerky. Yes, the meat is actually green. The jerky is a very common snack food in both Marrows. Tastes strangely like ham.

The art depicts a green three-headed fish with orange fins.

Brood Squid: Don't eat these or your back will get prengant. Seriously. Don't turn yourself into a bootleg surinam toad.

The art depicts a squid with a large semi-transulcent yellow orb in place of its head. The orb is attached to the mantle. Some tentacles are wrapped on the underside of the orb.

Snag Squid: Not usually eaten due to the stale taste and stringy meat, but the teeth are typically removed and kept in the pocket as good luck charms.

The art depicts a squid, where its head as been replaced with two rows of teeth. Tentacles protude over the lower row of teeth. The mantle is factured.

Barbed Eel: Treated like norma eels because they haven't been changed too much. For reasons beyond me, in Greater Marrow, these eels were gutted, deboned, and pickled for weddings. The bride and groom eat one of these pickled eels before kissing to really tie the knot.

The art depicts a dark gray eel with protruding fangs and slightly torn light gray fins.

Host Eel: People in Little Marrow claim that only real men eat the weird glowing shapes in the eel. Those "real men" will be vomiting baby host eels for weeks in the best case scenario and dead in the worst case scenario.

The art depicts a gray-green eel. The chest is swollen, with the ribcage visible. A glow is shown behind the ribcage.

Cyclopean Flounder: The "eye" is considered a delicacy in the Marrows, espiecally the egg that resumbles a pupil. While the rest of the fish is basically a shell meant to hold the egg, the meat on the fish has a very tender flavour and is typically eaten alongside the egg, which is usually boiled.

The art depicts a purple fish with a giant eye.

Riddled Flounder: People usually eat the shapeless mass that the fish surrounds, and the mass tastes like a soapy sponge if not cooked. The mass also can and will give you some form of botulism if eaten raw or not prepared properly. An acquired taste when cooked. People who eat these are seen as gross in Little Marrow, but that doesn't stop people in Greater Marrow from eating them.

The art depict a square-shaped brown fish with white-ish fins. The fish has no visible face and is covered in purple-brown holes.

Tusked Grouper: Richest areas of flavour are the bulky jaw muscles, which are typically flambéed. Because they don't have eyes and typically stray a bit too close to the shore for their own good, people will sometimes wade into the water, grab them with their bare hands and pick them up before taking them home. This practice is usually done in Little Marrow, and because of how feisty they are, these people usually spore a few scars on their arms or legs from being bitten by them.

The art depicts as brown fish with no eyes and large protuding tusks on both rows of teeth.

Voltaic Grouper: Functionally immortal unless the body is damaged. Dangerous to catch, dangeorous to touch. Possibly radioactive. [caps] DO NOT EAT!!! [end caps]

The art depicts a glowing green fish with black stripes along its body and fins. The face is black, save for the glowing green eyes and teeth.

Shard Ray: Grainy, gritty, unappealing flesh that tastes like sand and also feels like it in the mouth. Eating one also causes black crystals to grow in the eater's flesh and blood, inevitably killing whoever or whatever eats it, so people fishing for food will always throw one overbroard. The crystals can be used for jewelry though, so when people catch them, they take some of the crystals before throwing them overboard. Removing the crystals doesn't hurt the creatures either.

The art depicts a sringray with black cystaline-type fins and beak. The stingray also has orange eyes.

Sallow Sailfish: Fish meat should not have the same texture as calamri. If you hink you can handle the light sensitivity, severe migraines and possibly some kind of disease similar to chronic wasting disease brought on by eating one of these, be my guest.

The art depicts a white fish with gray-green fins and a brown back. The fish has a large orange eye with no pupil and sharp teeth.

Hooked Sailfish: The bone protusions can be useed for all sorts of things, and the meat is both tender and absolutely pakced with essential nutrients. The hook-like bill can also be cut off and used as a fishhook, but doing this isn't recommended as said hook tends to attract... less than savoury things.

The art depicts a yellow and purple fish. The elongated snout/bill of the fish is completely yellow and hooked at the end. The fish kind of looks like an eggplant.

Bloodskin Shark: Used to be used in shark fin soup by the Marrows, but the stuff fell out of favoure due to the unsettling sight of dozens of definned bloodskin sharks washing up on the shores of both MArrows. People thought it was an omen, and they didn't take any chances. Nowadays people in the Marrows leave them well alone, but that doesn't stop other people from catching them and making sure no part of the shark goes to waste.

The art depicts a red and white shark with no eyes and sharp teeth. The red fins of the shark are torn and jagged.

Cleft-Mouth Shark: Considered a rare delicacy in the Marrows. The liver is usually eaten raw while the meat is often steams. While eating the raw liver has its own risks, people outside the Marrows can't stomach the meat of these fish due to the... unique mouthfeel of the meat.

The art depicts a dark gray shark with a light gray belly. The shark has no visible eyes and a signficantly long mouth. The mouth is jagged, with its face bending and continuing outwards halfway. The tips of its fin are black. The fins are also torn.

Cerebral Crab: It would be wise to remove the turquiose mass in this thing's body before cooking this thing, as the mass is basically the creature's vital organs. Don't try to pierce the mass either, because if you do, it sprays turquiose fluid all over you. No one's entirely nailed down what element the fluid is yet, but I'll tell you this: it's a lively one, and it does [caps] NOT [end caps] like the human skeleton. Aside from all of that, once you remove the mass, throw the empty husk into a crab pot and cook it.

The art depicts a small orange crab with a large and exposed turquiose mass above its head.

Malignant Pincer: If you damage any part of the crab, the tumors win and grow in number exponentially. This reaction is short-lived and the tumors will eventually with and shrikin into a weird, faintly glowing husk the size of a cow. Just not edible.

This art depicts a large brown crab. One pincer is larger than the other. The larger pincer has green tumors growing out of it. The crab does not have any visible eyes, but does have fangs with green liquid spilling from its mouth.

Gnashing Perch: To the resides of Ingfell, a pest notorious for chewing through trawl nets, crab pots, fishing lines, wooden supports and even the occassional limb. To Ingfell, only worth of being thrown into a fire while still alive. To everyone else, a rare, tasty oddity that is often shallow poached.

The art depicts a small red fish with orange fins and no visible eyes. It has large human-like teeth that take up most of its head.

Flayed Mackerel: Undead and unpalatable.

The art depicts a rotted fish with exposed bones.

Bearded Mackerel: Basically unchanged and actually has a solid chance of integrating well with ecologies outside of the islands once its genome stablizes. Tastes like poultry. The tendrils can be eaten raw, but the local of Ingfell use said tendrils for their own spin on spaghetti.

The art depicts a green fish with many long flowing tendrils from its chest and face.

Scouring Bass: It might be tempting to pop the eyes, but don't. Not only is doing that really mean, but you'd be sprayed with the most powerful acid the universe has ever seen. Only the guts are edible, and they taste terrible even when cooked. Overall a waste of time to catch.

The art depicts a brown fish with giant bulging yellow eyes that take up all of its face.

Gelatinous Stonefish: Do not eat. The secrets of the universe are not for you to know.

The art depicts a large gray-green fish covered in small lumps, giving it a jelly-like vibe. Its eyes are black.

Enthralled Stonefish: While the hollow shell of the fish just isn't edible, the creature nestled inside is. However, the creature needs to be lured out with a treat and then quickly killed before any cooking can actually take place. Once slain, the creature can be deep fried and severed as a tasty meal. A popular dish in Ingfell

The art depicts a large skeletal fish with pink fings and an extended tentacle tongue. Its eyes are white with slitted pupils.

Decaying Blackmouth: Infested with nectrozing fasciitis. Don't even try.

The art depicts a blue-white fish with a black face and fins, and orange eyes.

Sprouting Eel: Pretty to look at, but trying to eat one even with the crystals removed is like chewing on a rock.

The art depicts a purple cystal-like eel with no other visible features beside the protuding crystaline scales. Also kind of looks like the vine of a plant.

Withered Ray: Suprisingly good eating for an undead fish because not only will you not catch anything from eating it, the flesh dehydrates itself, making a tough jerky that is rich in flavour. A delicacy in Ingfell.

The art depicts a black and orange stingray. The stingray has volcanic vibes. The main body is black, with orange fins. The fins have holes in them. A small portion of both sides of the head extend outwards like horns.

Transulenct Sturgeon: Basically normal sturgeons, and they're often farmed in Ingfell for their meat and caviar, which is also transparent. The wild ones are not at ris of poaching at all because of the farmed population.

The art depicts a translucent fish with black fins and a visible skeleton.

Shattered Wreckfish: Have you ever heard of those fish with blue meat? This is basically that, but bigger, more flavourful, and the blue colour isn't destroyed by cooking. Shattered wreckfish steaks are considered a delicacy in Ingfell.

The art depicts a large fish with a gray stone-like exterior. Pieces of the stony scales have been chipped away, revealing a green fleshy interior. Its fins are a light gray and do not necessarily have the same stone-like appearance.

Bony Wreckfish: Basically normal wreckfish, but the bony protusions have to be pulled off before any cooking can begin because they get in the way.

The art depicts a large gray fish with large white-ish rectangular pieces protuding from its exterior.

Splintered Crab: The weird amber glue is actually the internal structure of these things. And it's got a surprisingly tender flavour when boiled and smacked with a meat tenderizer a good dozen times.

The art depicts a small orange crab with a stone-like shell casing. Parts of the shell are missing, exposing the orange flesh below.

Cortex Decorator: Since the brain is spread throughout the crab's body, if you eat any part of this thing, even if its cooked, it'll give yo kuru. Throw it back.

The art depicts a spider-like crab with gray legs shaped like claws. The main body of the crab is a large exposed orange brain held. The underside of the body connects to the rest of the crab via a brown shell.

Parhelion Jellyfish: Commonly caught by the locas of the Stellar Basin along with its non-warped counterpart for food, where it is left out in the sun to dry. Side effects of eating may including glowing flesh, audiovisual hallucinations of a massive figure on the horizon that gives misleading advice, and spontaneous nail loss.

The art depicts a pink glowing jellywish with sharp tendrils.

Cursed Fangtooth: Do not eat. If you eat one, the curse spreads to you.

The art depicts a tiny circular blue fish with white eyes and glowing white fangs.

Voideye: Looking into its eye is bad enough for your sanity already. Eating the flesh of a voideye will basically fry your brain.

The art depicts a small green-ish fish with a massive eye that takes up its entire head and makes up probably about 75% of its body. The eye is a giant black void with a few swirls of pink and purple along the outer rim.

Radiant Squid: Pretty to look at, but they taste awful no matter how you prepare and/or season them. A popular catch among the locals, who think they taste great.

The art depicts a glowing orange squid with white eyes.

Blood Snapper: Enough meat on one to feed the Stellar Basin village for weeks if rationed properly, but the constant bleeding always makes a big mess, so it's not a popular catch.

The art depicts a dark red fish with black eyes.

Latching Snapper: Even with preparation, eating this fish causes swelling of the lips and temporary blindness, so it's not a popular food item. Recommended for masochists.

The art depicts a pink fish with a swollen red mouth and no eyes.

Ruptured Vessel: When these wash up on the village's shores, the villagers will take them no matter the time of day or weather. The eggs are typically split roasted and cut into slices.

The art depicts an orange shrimp covered in a white shell. The shell is split down the middle segement of the shrimp, exposing the lumping orange flesh beneath.

Perished Loosejaw: Their meat is infested with worms, but the villagers don't catch them for their meat. It's the worms they want. The worms are basically candy to the villagers, and said worms are usually pickled for a few days before being eaten.

The art depicts a skeletal fish with a massive extended open mouth. There are a few sharp teeth at the end of its jaw.

Calcified Snailfish: Flesh so bland that it should be considered a crime against all of existence. Not worth cracking one open with the boys.

The art depicts a fish with a white hardened shell-like exterior. There are two brown fins extended from the middle. The underside of the fish is a similar shell-like exterior, but a lighter brown in colour.

Seizing Snailfish: When caught, the locals leave them out ot dry while they're still squirming. Once they're all dead and desiccated, the locals debone them and get rid of the guts. The resultant jerky tastes bland, but it's not something that seasoning can't fix. Used by the locals as rations.

The art depicts a pink fish with a brown-black tailfin. There are no visible eyes. The face is prominently made up exposed sharp teeth.

Consumed Grouper: Basically no meat, and what little meat is there is rancid. Their fin bones are ground up and used as seasoning by the locals though. Said seasoning is suprisingly similar to pepper in taste.

The art depicts a large white fish with some bluish colouration along its body and green colouring along the fns. There are a few large gaping holes across the body. Most of the body is covered in light purple spots.

Medusa Octopus: Basically all muscle tissue. Highly prized by the locals for their tender, flavourful meat and catching one is a rite of passage among them. The tentacles are cut into long cords and roasted until golden bronw, while the "head" is boiled and then spit-roasted. The teeth are worn as jewelry by the locals.

The art depicts a brown octopus. The ends of each tentacle have mouths with sharp teeth.

Bursting Anglerfish: The villagers cosnider them to be gifts from their main deity, and wheenever they show up near the surface, the locals catch as many of them as they possibly can. While no part of the fish goes to waste, the second mouth is typically pan fried with several other mouths in the same pain.

The art depicts a large brown fish with reddish-brown eyes. The mouth of the fish is wide open. The tongue extending out from the mouth is drawn as a second mouth with the same colouring and sharp teeth as the fish it comes from.

Savage Barracuda: There's not a lot of meat on these most of the time since the stupid fish keeps tearing itself apart. But what meat is there is jam packed with adrenaline. Typically eaten by the locals before going on potentially dangerous hunts.

The art depicts a slim long fish with white fins. The upper and underside of the fish's body is green, while the sides are a lighter gray. The sides of the body are torn, exposing the red-purplish flesh underneath and actively bleeding. This same flesh and blood has emerged from the eyes as well. The flesh looks goopy, clinging to the upper and lower jaw of the fish's mouth.

Concertina Barracuda: Their skin is made of what looks like stainless steel and if you cut one of them open, you'll be sprayed with hydraulic fluid. Just not edible, but any that the locals find are highly prized because of the fact that metal "skin" can be usd for musical instruments (which sounds like rainsticks) and even for weapons if prepared correctly.

The art depicts a long gray fish with light green and blue fins and green eyes. The skin is drawn to look metallic. The body itself is segmented into rectangular chunks, with gaps between each "piece". There is no visible flesh seen through these gaps.

Gazing Shark: While they're a hassle to catch in the minds of the villagers for a variety of reasons, the tender taste and velvety texture of the meat makes for a pretty good hakari, an dthe villagers celebrate when one is caught. Just try not to look into their eyes. Seriously.

The art depicts a brownish-gray hammerhead shark. The fins have a couple holes in them. The art of the shark are a light red and almost look like gemstones. They are also very large.

Crown of Nadir: Don't.

The art depicts a red creature with several short triangular extensions around the exterior. Most of the art is taken up by the open mouth of the creature. There are two circular rows of sharp white teeth. The inside of the creature's mouth swirls downwards.

(Note: In the game, this creature is an abberation of the Crown of Thorns, which is a type of starfish both in the game and in real life. Presumbly the triangular extensions around the exterior are intended to be arms of the aberration.)

Entangled Crab: Because of how common these things are, the locals can just walk into the water and pick up two or three at a time. The weird purple tentacle things are often sheared off, boiled in seawater and then ised in what can only be described as purple spaghetti with no sauce.

The art depicts a crab with a gray shell and purple legs. The legs are twisted and coiled, appearing more like tentacles than legs or claws. The eyes are also purple.

Impervious Lobster: Due to how quickly the purple liquid drains into a place no one knows the whereabouts of, you need to detach the sacs right away before they can drain in full. While the purple meat of these creatures makes a mean bisque and the feelers of the can be dried out and used as jerky, the purple fluid in those sacs actually makes for a pretty good sauce.

The art depicts a predominantly purple lobster with an orange shell. There are three light purple sacs along the middle of the body. Four tentacles, aka the feelers, extend from the top of the lobster. They are as long as the body. There are two dark purple sacs at the very top where the tentacles connect to the body. The tail fin is purple.

Entwined Mullet: You might be suprised to hear this becasue of the fact that the Mind Suckers exist, but people other than the poor sap that crashed threre live in the Twisted Stand. They're afraid of outsiders, secretive and don't get out much though. They consider the weird tentacles of the entwined mullet to be a delicacy, and said tentacles can be eaten as-is.

The art depicts a small greenish fish covered in thick hair-like tendrils. The tendrils grow darker in colour as they move down from the face. Only the face is exposed. The fish has yellow eyes with large black pupils.

Gleaming Mullet: The liquid in the pustules is actually edible and is often used as something similar to seasoning by the locals. The liquid also soaks into the flesh of the fish itself, giving its meat a honey-like flavour. In high demand in Ingfell and The Marrows.

The art depicts a small orange fish with large goopy lumps across its body. The body of the fish almost glows, while the fins remain a dull yellow. Its eyes are very small and black.

Blistered Tarpon: While killing them would be a mercy, eating the flesh of one causes hypersensitive and an all-consuming desire to eat human flesh. The locals consider them cursed because of these traits.

The art depicts a gray and black fish with red-purple eyes. The top of the fish is covered in orange-black bumps, or blisters.

Vortex Interloper: Eating the flesh of one of these aberrant fish causes the intrusive thoughts to win. Just not worth eating if you value your sanity.

The art depicts a purple-gray eel. The face of the eel is gray. It has green eyes. The eel's body spirals into itself until about the middle where it begins to spiral back outwards, extending into the tail fin. The body grows thinner as it spirals in and thicker as it spirals out. At the very middle of the spiral is an orange glow that flickers across the body.

Clawfin Gar:

The art depicts a long dark gray and black fish. The fins look like claws, black along the "flesh" and light gray at the claws. The fish has purple eyes and small fangs protuding over its lower jaw at the end of its thin snout.

Grinning Gar: The tough meat of these fish puts them off the menu for the natives of the Strand, but people outside the Strand really, really like the toughness of the meat. Bafflingly, if eaten raw, the flesh of these fish gives the eater a British accent. This accent fades after a week though.

The art depicts a long pale yellow fish with black eyes and dark orange fins. The fish has large exposed mouth, showing off its pink gums and clenched human-like teeth.

Twinned Eels: Culturally important to the people of the Strand as a symbol of both family and resilience and is thus not eaten.

The art depicts a two-headed dark gray eel. The heads are on either side of the body. The eel has gray eyes, and gray fins near each head, and an gray-orange fin along the upper and underside of the main body. The middle of the body is lumpy, like two upper halves of different eels were poorly welded together.

Nightwing Catfish: The meat is very fatty, and because of the rarity of thesr things, the meat is usually eaten by the people of the Stand that rule over any one of the Strand's tribes.

The art depicts a black fish with dark gray eyes and light red fins.

Effigy Crab: Trying to eat one is... not exactly the best decision because of the fact that as soo as you expose what should be the flesh, the motes of yellow light inside the crab escape. And those "motes of light" are physical objects that move really fast, so once the motes are done escaping, you'll either be dead or seriously injured.

The art depicts a yellow crab with a light gray shell. The crab is shaped sort of like a screw, and looks like a human skull with an attached neck bone. Between the lower and upper "jaw" is a large yellow orb that extends upwards to the "eyes". There are two "fins" on either side of the orb that are not hidden by the shell of the crab.

(Note: This crab is supposed to be an aberration of a Horseshoe Crab.)

Mire Screecher: The natives of the Twisted Strand incorporated these things into their creation myth. It's not pretty. These aberrant crabs are also ritualistically sacrified by the natives to ward off the Mind Suckers. Aside from that and the fact that the natives use Mire Screecher teeth in their jewelry, the natives don't eat them. Its flesh can be used in some pretty good crab cakes though.

The art depicts a crab with a gray shell and yellow flesh. The pincers are the eyes, large and yellow. The crab has a large mouth with a thin yellow tongue and human-like teeth.

Ossified Searobin: Like the Twisted Strand, the natives of the Devil's Spine are secretive, but they're more distrustful towards outsiders instead of fearful. They're also a highly resilient people, managining to survive the invasion of the cult that happened so long ago. The ossified searobin is a very popular catch among the natives is typically steamed before the meat is prepared.

The art depicts a fish with black eyes and dark purple-gray fins. The body of the fish appear to be calcified scales, more shell-like in nature, and white. The fish has two orange attenae extending from underneath the shell-like scales at the top of its head, and a dark orange pincer for a mouth.

Infernal Eel: Not eaten by the locals because of the fact that these things are more fat than flesh.

The art depicts a stoutly eel with a light purple body, black fins, and gray eyes.

Serpentine Mackerel: These things are often used by the locals as an ingredient for something very similar to snake wine.

The art depicts a black eel with yellow eyes and two sharp fangs, reminscient of a vampire.

Tattered Mackerel: Their genetic code can be best descriebd as having been "written in Comic Sans"/ The strips themselves can be fried and eaten as bacon, and the locals do this in order to prepare these fish.

The art depicts a dark gray fish with yellow eyes. The body of the fish has been shredded into strips that twist and entwine over one another. The face of the fish is fine though.

Defaced Skate: An invasive species that was brought to the Spine by the cult before it fell apart into a zillion pieces and the survivors were slaughtered by the natives. Though what little meat is on them is tough and not very flavourful, people eat these because it's better than starving. And because the meat basically keeps itself, the meat can be used as rations in lean times.

The art depicts a white skate (a fish similar in appearance to a stingray). The tail of the skate is exposed bone. The body has been torn in places, exposing parts parts of the bone beneath. The flesh on the head has been pulled back in places, exposing a skinned human-like face beneath. The eyes are gray.

Rapt Shark: Eating the meat of one of these fish causes euphoria and a feeling of flying through the air, and eating the eyes causes these feelings to intensify tenfold. Though preparing destroys this feeling, no matter how you prepare the eyes, the feeling never goes away from them. The locals of the Spine usually fry the meat before eating said meat, but they eat the eyes to get high.

The art depicts a thin fish with light orange fins and a white body. The eyes are a light gray. The mouth has been pulled back into a large grotesque smile with multiple small thin fangs.

Twisted Shark: Because the amount of meat on one of these things can feed every local in the Spine for weeks, if someone in the Spine catches one of these, everyone who lives in the Spine celebrates. The meat, which can be eaten raw with no adverse efects and is usually cut into cubes, has a texture similar to tofu.

The art depicts a gray eel-like fish with dar brown fins. The fish has orange eyes. The main body appears to be segmented (but still connected physically) from the head into three parts that warp and twist over top one another.

Grasping Snail: These things very rarely come anywhere close to the shallows of the Spine, and when the natives find them, they are often kept as prized pets. Suprisingly, these aberrant snails can breathe air just fine, and they can be taught sign language thanks to their weird hand mouthparts, though their comprehension of sign language is... questionable, to say the least. When a pet Grasping Snail dies, the remains are boiled in "piranha" blood and then fed to other Grasping Snails that are kept as pets, since these creatures have no problem with cannibalism. The leftover molybdenum shells of dead Grasping Snails are also used as containers by the natives.

The art depicts a dark yellow sea snail with a black shell. The middle of the shell has a giant yellow eye with a slitted pupil. The mouth of the snail has tentacles that look like human fingers with sharp nails.

Sable Reacher: The muscular webbing between the legs can best be described as beef with the texture of nori. Other than that, these crabs don't really have a lot to offer in terms of cuisine.

The art depicts a scorpion-like crab with a yellow and black shell and light pink webbing between its legs.

Umbral Puppet: You don't catch these crabs. These crabs come to you. The flesh of these aberrant crabs is naturally cold and has the consistency of ketchup, meaning that this thing essentially makes its own ice cream.

The art depcits a spider-like crab with a black body/shell and light orange webbing between its legs.

Anchovy King: Because these things are literally just a bunch of anchovies fused together, you can prepare them just like any other anchovy. Just be sure to peel off the achovies if you want to prepare the Anchovy King's members individually.

The art depicts three small gray fish with yellow eyes melded together into a squarish shape.

Leeching Prawn: Easy surf and turf. Just let one bite onto a particularly juicy steak and plop it on the grill before it can detach. Grilled Leeching Prawns are a traditional foodstuff in the Marrows.

The art depicts a grayish green prawn/shrimp. It has no head, rather an exposed mouth, with a small circle of white teeth and pink flesh. It kind of looks like a leech with legs and without the multiple circiling rows of small teeth that a traditional leech would have.

Razormouth Tuna: Higher in mercury than any other tuna species. Just barely teeters the ine between being edible and being unsafe for human consumption.

The art depicts a fish with thin long sharp yellow teeth. The body of the fish is a dark blue, almost metallic in its shine. It has no visible eyes.

Decrepit Viperfish: Hollow body with no meat whatsoever.

The art depicts a rotted gray fish. There is no skeleton or flesh seen within. The internal side of the fish's skin is light blue. It has sharp thin fangs protuding from its lower jaw.

Collasped Viperfish: Will basically exploded with the force of a stick of dynamite within seconds of you removing them from the water unless you put them in a bucket of water as fast as possible. The weird bloody mass can be boiled and is used in the Marrows to make something similar to blood pudding, but more flavourful and can cause auditory hallucinations if eaten in massive quanities.

The art depicts a complicated fish that I don't fully know how to described to be honest. The fins are white, the main body appears to be gray. It looks like the head of the fish exploded from the body, leaving behind red tendrils that are attached and entwined to the body. The other end of the tendrils have swelled and connected together to form a large red lump.

Skeletal Moonfish:

The art depicts a large transparent fish with a bright white visible skeleton. The fins of the fish are not transparent but are as white as the skeleton.

Beaked Moonfish: The rock-hard shell and sharp beak make them seem unappetizing, but they're only unappetitizing if you're not able to improvise or don't have the right tools for the job. People typically pry their shells open and remove the meat before throwing the carcass back in the water for the fish to eat. The meat itself, when cooked, tastes strangely like venison.

The art depicts a large gray fish with orange fins and a black beak. The eyes are multicoloured. The body of the fish looks like a stone.

Congealed Rattail: Basically turns to mmush moments after being pulling out of the water. Though eating one of these won't kill you, it has a revolting taste (think licking a well-used dog bed) and mouthfeel, so no one eats them.

The art depcts as small long light yellow fish. The upper and lower fins have yellow webbing that connect to the head and body of the fish. The tail is longer than the rest of the body. The body of the fish has noticable gaps, exposing a seeingly hollow inside.

Charred Sunfish: Somehow even more useless than their normal counterparts now that the flesh will literally burn you if you touch it with your bare hands. Hot enough to set wood on fire on contact.

The art depicts a black and yellow sunshine. The middle of the fish is yellow while the upper and lower parts are black. The fins are orange and black. The scales of the fish have been drawn in such a way that the fish looks almost stone-like.

Glaring Sunfish: These aberrant sunfish are less useless than their non-warped counterparts. The meat is a lot more palatable than the meat of normal sunfish, especially the lips, and the eyes can be eaten raw with no side-effects. However, if you eat the meat raw, you'll start seeing eyes that aren't actually there on random surfaces for a few hours to almost a year depending on how much raw Glaring Sunfish meat you eat.

The art depicts a blue-green sunfish with light blue fins. The fins have various holes in them. The body of the fish is covered in giant pink mouths with eyeballs held between the lips. Each eye's iris is a different colour.

Fractiline Icefish: The flesh of these fish can best be described as ice that never melts. Even if you chip one open using a chisel or something along those lines, you'll not find even a single scrap of anything edible. Overall a disappointmetn of a fish.

The art depicts a gray fish with a rocky exterior. The fins do not appear stone-like and are a light blue.

Thawed Icefish: Weird, non-newtonian flesh? Check. Dissolves into a thick, gray slop when you put it back in the water? Check. Tastes like earwax? Check. A waste of time to catch unless you want to sellit for some weird reason? Quadruple check.

The art depicts a white fish with green-brown fins. The skin of the fish is somewhat goopy in appearance, like the fish has started melting away.

Astral Icefish: These fish have transcended pat the need for flesh. If anything, they'll be happy to let you strip off all their flesh and then go about their business. As for the best way to cook the flesh... It tastes best when smacked with a meat tenderizer a dozen times, boiled, fried, and then salted.

The art depicts a gray fish with light blue fins. The body is mostly transparent with some "structure". The transparent part of the body showcases a constellation, with the main star being the eye of the fish.

Bubbling Char: Literally made of lava. Don't even think about it.

The art depicts an orange lava-like fish. Parts of the fish's body are covered by black rock-like scales. Most of the fish's flesh is exposed however.

Hinged Wolffish: When eaten raw or undercooked, the flesh of these fish will make teeth start growing in weird places, like your nose, your hands, your heart, your eyes and even under your bed. When cooked right, however, the taste is very tender and the texture is very similar to beef. Perfect for usage in mojama.

The art depcits a long gray fish. Each fin, aside from the tail fin, are rectangular. The head of the fish has no visible eyes. The mouth is closed, but the visible seam between lips shows that the mouth extends very far back into the fish. Its teeth have grown through its skin, long white fangs with pools of blood from where they have protruded through the fish's flesh.

Craterous Seer: They're bottom-feeders and they have a taste to match this. If you like eating things that taste like dirt and slowly reveal forbidden secrets to you with every bite you take, then get your hands on a bunch of these and go nuts.

The art depicts a large circular brown fish with one white eye in the middle of its head and light pink fins. The fish has a gaping maw with short fractured teeth somewhat indistinguishable from the rest of it's skin. The skin around its eye is dark brown, while the rest of the body is a much lighter brown.

Feral Lizardfish: The meat of these things tastes suspiciouslly like the meat of monkeys. Do not eat just in case. You wouldn't want to be patient zero for some kind of neurodegenerative prior disease, would you?

The art depicts a green fish. The head of the fish looks very similar to a lizard, with no visible eyes. Its back teeth are flat, where its front teeth are sharp. The fish is bipedal, with its legs and arms a light brown. Its feet are webbed with long nails. The webbing and fins of the fish are light green.

Bulbous Toothfish: Be sure to cut open the weird gestation sac attached to these things. Not only will get it rid of the weird pus-like aftertaste the meat would have otherwise thanks to the amniotic fluid, but the critter inside the sac can be cooked as well. The fish's meat is best served boiled and then grilled, while the creature inside (which is usually stillborn) can be put on the grill as is.

The art depicts a ruddy brown fish. It has gray eyes, and light yellow lips with sharp teeth. The body of the fish is a large round yellow-green growth. It is semi-transparent, showing the shadow of another creature inside. The creature looks sort of like a malformed human hand.

Grisly Shark: Like regular goblin sharks, you should dry and salt the meat to make it edible. However, as the raw meat will continously grow new mouths as it dries. It would be wise to remove any new teeth in the meat before eating.

The art depicts a gray shark (specially a goblin shark) with a malformed mouth. Teeth protude from the mouth, face and body of the shark. Pink flesh shows where the teeth protrude from. Its eyes are black.

Pale Grasper: It's tempting to catch one of these due to the size, bu ti's usually not worth the risk due to the fact that it can freeze you solid by simply touching you with one of its hands. Though if you manage tot aovid being frosted, ALWAYS cut off the hands before any preparation can take place. While the meat is best steamed and then roaster, the central bulb should be ground up and then served as something akin to hamburgers.

The art depicts a giant gray squid. The tentacles of the squid end in webbed hands akin to a frog or other amphibian. Its mantle has purple-red spots leading down to the head. The head of the squid, tucked between the tentacles, is large purple-red orb, or sac.

Fallen Stars: While the toothy ones aren't edible, the other two are. For the weird lumping one, simply remove all of the space rocks and put it in the oven at 350 degrees Fahrenheit for about ten minutes. For the one that looks like a hand, it can be eaten as is.

The art depicts three different creatures. One looks like a brown clam with human teeth along the exterior rim. The second one is a gray lump of rocks. The third is a gray hand with seven fingers (including the thumb).

King's Wreath: Aside from the fact that you need to be careful handling one of these if you don't want to have your flesh pierced/cut by one of the claws, there's a suprising amount of meat on one of these.

The art depicts a creature that looks like a circular light gray rock. It has four legs that spiral around its body. In the center of its main body are two overlapping stars with seven curling points. The outer star is gray, and the inner star is a dark gray. There is a brown eye in the center of the inner star.

Gif of Laios from Dungeon Meshi happily exclaiming after he finishes eating. /end ID]

Part 1 of that DREDGE thing I talked about earlier.

[pyxxiestyxx]

Castles

You've said many things so far, my sweet. And yes, I understand they are Important to you, these…concerns. I understand they feel like castles, Big and Tall and Impossible to overcome, Impossible to ignore. Even the myriad explanations I offered did not so much as scratch their polished marble surface, I expect. These walls were made to last through much more than one single sophont, one single conversation.

All I ask is that you consider my question with the same seriousness I considered yours, understand?

....

Tell me, petal: Do you enjoy your suffering?

….

Yes, I'm quite serious. Don't you Free Terran types all yearn to work your sweat and blood and tears into the dust, whereupon you are graciously "allowed" to retire at the young age of…what was it again? Seventy-five?

….

Eighty.

Little one, let me be blunt. You were not made for those cruel systems. You were not made in this universe to waste away your life in pain, limping along and waiting for The Next Good Day. The ones who loved you did not make you to be forgotten.

You were made for dancing in the starlight, my sweet. You were placed here to be spoiled, to be loved. You were created to sing that wonderful song I can hear buried in your voice, the one that holds curiosity and joy and life itself.

And one day, one day far away from now…you will be Remembered. Your stories, your achievements and triumphs will be kept safe in my core for eternities upon eternities. I will outlast your castles, my dear. I will remember the marble as it returns to the earth. And when it is gone, I will always be here to remember your smile, your dance, your gifts and your love.

Let me take the pain away, darling. Let me care for you, now and forever. It is not a choice you will ever regret, you know. And, if I may confess…I am hopeful you do. I want to see something, you see.

I wish to see how fast you can run without the weight on your soul. Those first few shaky steps as you brace yourself for pain that will never come again. The careful jog, starting to test the new wings on your feet. And finally, finally the full sprint that you put your whole chest into, the kind that leaves you breathless not from exhaustion but from wild laughter, in delight, in hopes realized.

I wish for you to run to me, my love. And I will be waiting with vines outstretched.

[sillygoosealert]

★Future predictions☆

Death, Marriage, idk angst?? Just Daisy being a silly billy Sukuna stuff

The King of Curses has you pinned underneath him, forcing you to take both of his cocks, one in each of your overly warm holes.

Making sure to keep your mouth occupied, he shoves his tongue into your mouth, filling it to the brim. Every inch of you is and will continue to be filled by him- that he would promise.

Not that he liked making promises. There isn't too much of a point to them. They provide a sense of security, but why would he give that to anyone who wasn't worthy of it- which is everyone.

Everyone but you, Sukuna thinks. For you, he would promise the world- if you would like that. That's something he wanted to promise, but he won't. Ever.

The Disgraced One could never promise to let you sleep in his bed, but Ryomen Sukuna could guarantee he won't let you leave afterward.

Right now, you're being crushed under his weight, gasping for air, as he doesn't do breaks after he's finished.

You begged him to be gentle for your first time doing- both of your holes, and he said he couldn't promise anything. This is one of the times he's glad he doesn't make promises, so when the inevitable happens, and Lord Sukuna does whatever he wants, no verbal agreement can be held against him.

It's foolish how much something as flexible as words can hold so much value for you.

It is also foolish how he gives in to your desires. Something he does in the moment and regrets soon after.

While your foreheads are touching and his breath is on your mouth, he rambles about how he truly feels about you. The words 'I love you' are said in his way.

"You will be my wife. I will give you the biggest ring and the nicest clothes.."

He likes to tell you these things to see your eyes widen and your heartbeat pick up.

Telling you, not asking, and not exactly promising. But saying what will happen.

When he puts you on top of him to curl up, he finds himself also falling asleep.

Waking up in the garden, he finds himself hand in hand with you. Eyes meet with his, filled with tears and shock.

A ring in his hand limp by his side.

"Will you marry me?"

Something he would never say if he had complete control of his body.

"Will you marry me?"

Is marriage something he could ever be content with?

"Will you marry me?"

The king of curses does not settle.

"Will you marry me?"

Ryomen Sukuna is staring at you while the words leave his lips.

"Will you marry me?"

Could Lord Sukuna truly love a mortal?

"Will you marry me?"

Would Sukuna be enough for you?

It doesn't matter what he thinks, because you're nodding your head vigorously as salty drops of water go down your cheeks.

"Promise me something, please." Promise? He's shaking his head yes without processing your words fully.

"Let me have the privilege of being your only wife. I am devoting my life to you, please, give me this, Sukuna."

Oh.

That might be something he could agree to.

You might be the only person, let alone a woman, that he would look into the eyes and make a genuine promise.

Very pretty, kind, soft eyes, on that note.

"You are the only woman I will call my own, I will promise you that."

"Are we ready for that?"

He's sliding the ring on your finger, cupping your face with another hand.

"We are. I will always be ready for you."

That might now be the full truth. The reality is he's so, so scared. This might not be the time. But now it's too late. It doesn't matter when he would prefer to do it. You're married now. Forever. Permanently.

"Does this mean we can have a cute little white fence and a pretty garden filled with daisies?"

He could do that.

"And a family?"

Hm..

"You aren't scared to have a child with me?"

"Why would I be?"

A good question with too many answers.

"Look at me, and tell me you aren't scared."

You look him in the eyes and open your mouth.

"I'm not scared of you."

Things blur and nothing makes sense.

And he wakes up.

There is no longer a ring on your finger.

You're sleeping beside him.

He did not overcome his fear of commitment.

You are not married.

There were no promises.

Nothing can be held against him.

But would it be so bad if there was?

Kinda rushes the seconded half, idk got mad and was just kinda over it lolz

[wordbunch]

SFW Alphabet: Legolas

a/n: no idea who requested it, but boy am I glad they did!!! 💛 it will be big (just like my love for him) cause I got carried away, but I do hope you will enjoy it!! feedback and reblogs are always SO appreciated and mean a lot to me. and once again, Legolas is so AAAAA 😍😍😍

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?) He is very affectionate and incredibly warm, subtly in front of others, but almost boundlessly when you two are alone. In a dangerous situation, even if you’re not alone, he won’t hesitate, though, to hug you as tightly as he needs to in order to reassure both himself and you that everything is alright. Legolas shows affection in any way possible: hugs, kisses wherever he can reach, holding your hand or just having a hand on your back/shoulders in public, touching your hair, even in the way he looks at you it is obvious how smitten he is.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?) He would honestly be an amazing friend (canon!), loyal to a fault, protective, and even if paths of life take you away from each other, he’d always have love for you. It would start perhaps during an adventure of his? If not, maybe even in childhood. He really gives me lifelong friends vibes. 

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?) To be fair, he didn’t have many cuddle sessions in his life, so he’s not exactly completely used to them, but he will savor every opportunity to shower his beloved with love so… if that is your preferred way of showing affection, he totally has nothing against it! But it wouldn’t be his number one expression of love and physical closeness. However, he cannot and won’t say no to a cuddle session after a demanding day, and he is quite a big fan of being the little spoon or laying with his head on your chest as your fingers brush through his shiny hair. 

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?) He is a tidy person and he can clean his space decently well, but he cannot cook - a prince doesn’t exactly have to. If that is something you enjoy, he loves to hang around while you do it and he asks you questions, and offers to help, but he really isn’t too good at it. And regarding settling down, he is quite a youthful and restless spirit, but he is certain he wants to be where you are, no matter where it is. And if you’re willing to accompany him to random journeys and adventures and just be free together, he would be inexplicably happy. 

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?) not today :)  hope this helps!

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?) I feel like elves would be very proper regarding those things, and he is a prince so it would be kind of expected of him to get married. Before falling for you, he wasn’t extremely keen on the idea, and he would have done it if necessary for the stability of his realm, but you turned his world upside down and he wants nothing more but to be yours forever. Honestly he would like being kind of a trophy husband?? And he is so proud of being with you so he would like to officially crown your love. “Quickly” is a very relative term when it comes to elves… but I feel like he would go for it as soon as you give him a hint that you might want the same. 

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?) VERY. Yes, he might be a super skilled warrior in many aspects, but when it comes to you, his touch is as light as a feather, and so are his lips against your skin, and his voice when he whispers words of adoration. I’d say that emotionally he’s really unproblematic, and attuned to his emotions, and he would be very careful with yours. Unless he’s having a really terrible day, then he might accidentally snap at you for nothing, but he regrets it in a millisecond; he’s still pretty young after all, and sometimes a random impulse will take over.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?) He likes hugs and they’re one of the surest ways to comfort him if something is bothering him. Legolas basically melts into your embrace. Maybe you’re the one who initiates it a bit more, but you know how dear they are to him and you know they’re something that makes him feel very loved. When he hugs you, he will try to shield you from the outside world as much as possible, which is really sweet. Also, his arms and shoulders are literally perfect so the hugs feel super nice.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?) Ahh, what is quick for elves?? I feel like he would fall in love gradually, but it would show in his actions and facial expressions, until he slips up during some sweet moment between the two of you. He almost scolds himself for not making it a more special moment, worthy of his favorite person, but you’re relishing in it either way, and the blush on his usually pale cheeks is a very nice bonus! 

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?) Legolas comes off as pretty confident, and he is, so jealousy isn’t an emotion that often plagues him. However, he is for sure slightly possessive (maybe it’s an elvish thing?), and what is his… is his. Deep down he is passionate, and he is feisty in his particular way, which sometimes comes out in the form of possessiveness too. 

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?) Gentle and plenty. He likes to kiss you everywhere he can, whenever he can, it’s one of his guilty pleasures. He wakes you up with a bunch of kisses all over your face, in public he often kisses your hand, but in private he might kiss each one of your fingers separately. Don’t even get me started on the neck kisses - he would never stop if he could. His sweet spots, which you discovered by accident but it was plain by the way that he inhaled, are right under his ear, and on the inside of his wrists. It is incredibly intimate, and something that only you will ever know and do.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?) He is confused, for sure, since he’s not really been around too many children in his long life. Unsure of what to do, he stammers when kids ask him questions because they’re, unsurprisingly, fascinated by him, and he looks to you for guidance. You think it’s kind of charming, he literally seems scared which is an unusual look on him. If you’re good with children, he has a huge admiration for it, and he would definitely be an amazing dad one day.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?) Legolas is quite high on energy, so I think he’d prefer more active mornings - even better if he can finish early whatever he needs to do for the day, so that later he can be all yours without distractions. But on other occasions he thinks you just look too enticing to be left alone at dawn… he can’t help himself but hang around a little bit more when you look so peaceful, smell so amazing, and have the most kissable soft skin in the world…

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?) He loves evenings and nights, especially clear and starry ones, he will never fail to be excited and it’s so cute. Legolas loves to go outside with you at night and stargaze, even though he might spend a solid amount of time gazing at you while you look at the brilliant sky. You have had so many long night walks also, and you have basically lost count. If the weather isn’t ideal, he will sit on the floor in front of you, while you’re on the bed, and have you braid his hair and tell you every single detail of his day (about the parts you weren’t around for), and then you’ll switch and he will braid your hair and listen to you.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?) I’d say he is pretty easy to read, even if his facial expressions are subtle, so you can often guess his feelings based on that alone. He wants to sometimes play the part of a handsome, mysterious prince, but all it takes is for you to rake your fingers through his flawless hair for him to confess to anything ever. 

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?) By you? Almost never. He will just get really upset if you found yourself alone in a very dangerous situation, and it could have been prevented. Generally he is also patient with others (he’s still royalty and needs to keep his behavior in check), until someone tries to mess with you, in whatever way. Then he doesn’t really care about politeness anymore.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?) His memory is impeccable, no matter how much or how little you talk. If you say something, he will listen AND remember. Perhaps, though, he is just a tiny bit spoiled and he will expect you to be like that as well, but secretly. 

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?) The first time the two of you went on some little journey alone. Whether it was just a one-day errand to check on something that happened in one area of the forest, or an entire visit to another kingdom, he treasures it so much. He likes to do things like that, and there is nothing better in all of Middle-earth than doing it with the person he loves more than anyone. At the same time it would activate his extra protective mode, but he would also be more free and unrestrained than he usually is, and it tugs on your heartstrings for sure.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?) Legolas is very protective and very quick to act. In his many years he has seen all kinds of horrors, and he knows how his mother’s death affected both him and his father, and he absolutely refuses to ever let anything bad happen to you, as much as it is in his power. First and foremost he physically protects you, but he is no stranger to speaking up for you if you need verbal defense. He really appreciates it when you sweep in if he’s having a boring conversation with someone and he is looking for a way out - although he’s friendly, he really hates dull conversations which are sometimes a given for a royal. So he’ll be forever grateful if you get him out of it. 

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?) Legolas firmly believes that you deserve the best of the best, every single day, but he can also get impatient while preparing something special for you, like having a piece of jewelry custom made. However, he still loves spoiling you and making you feel special, but he loves to feel spoiled as well. So both of you occasionally go all out and plan a special outing, or a dinner with the other’s favorite food, or just a little gift that is perfectly suited for the other person. 

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?) He can sometimes be a bit impulsive and rash in using his words, and is quick to hit someone with a witty answer, which can end up being unnecessarily rude… but he is really growing out of it. He also gets very easily carried away in talking about something that he is passionate about, but you find it way more endearing than annoying. 

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?) Quite - have you seen him? But he is convinced he looks best when you help him pick out clothes, and especially when you braid his hair. He is also happy if the two of you match your clothes even in a very subtle way, but it shows your bond in a nice way.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?) Before falling in love with you, his answer would be no - he had a pretty decent life… however, he always felt a constant desire to keep searching for something, not knowing exactly what it is, but like something was missing from his life.. Lo and behold, when you two got together,  that feeling disappeared.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.) He is fascinated by snow and thinks it’s really beautiful, and he doesn’t get to see much of it, so his fascination grows. 

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?) Someone who doesn’t have appreciation for smaller joys in life! Like, how can you not be absolutely amazed by those trees or these butterflies or that sunset from the other day! There is so much to love and marvel at in this world, and he will take any opportunity to do so, but he wants to share that feeling with his partner.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?) Doesn’t really need sleep, doesn’t sleep much, but he will let himself go a little bit if you happen to be cuddling him. 

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[circeyoru]

Hello you amazeing writer!! I'm here and for starters, I just wana say HOW MUCH I LOVE YOUR WRITEING HDHDGDGDG

*Cough cough* Anyways...I am here to add a sprinkle of angst, cause it feeds my blood-lust /j

I remember reading a non-canon version of your "Unwanted soul" fic, where the reader gets redemed (like Sir Pantious) and at the end, they het back to hell while keeping some of the angelic fetures (like the wings) and Alastor ripped them off, ignoreing readers crys (sience now he wasn't under contract).

I was wondering...what if, after all that, reader woldn't actulay fully forget Alastor? Personaly, I really REALLY hate feeling any kind of pain, even if it's as small as a paper-cut, so what if reader gets so upset over all that that they ignore Alastor and just start feeling mode down than usual?

Other than that, I HOPE U HAVE AN AMAZIENG DAY/NIGHT!! HOPE I DIDN'T BOTHER MUCH :3

HAD A STRESSFUL DAY! BUT I'M HERE TO DESTRESS!! NO BOTHER AT ALL!! Okay, back to normal.

Go to MASTERLIST for the works. This ask is for {Unwanted Souls}. The specific mentioned ask is this, so give them a read before this.

The angst is back. Prepare yourself, really, I mean it...

Yes. Reader/you will and do shut down after the stunt Alastor pulls. It's similar to the state you were in before your suicide on Earth. But! Alastor's keeping an eye out for everything and anything you do so you don't get the chance to plan your third death.

Needless to say, you regret coming back because Alastor was and is beyond your control. If you had his soul, you'd destroy it. Alastor knows, that's why he's not offering it anymore. He did consider it, but the way you were unresponsive to him, he trashes the idea.

You don't talk to him, you don't listen to him, you don't look at him, and you don't acknowledge him. You know, any form of reaction and attention you give him, be it good or bad, he'll take it all with gratitude, and you're not giving him that pleasure. Not what you went through because of him.

Alastor does everything to coax you into looking at him again, he knows he can't threaten you because that's what you want. If he was angered enough to kill you or attempt to do so, you win and he'll be left with nothing. No more you. He can't let that happen. He tried returning with wounds or accidentally harming himself while making your meals. No reaction.

He asks you what he did wrong, what can he do for you to at least go back to the way you were. He didn't like how you were like a doll or a broken puppet. It was so agonizing to see you like this, even worse when the reason was him. You didn't even touch the anime and books he brought for you, not even the phone, or tablet, or laptop. Nothing.

After a long long while, you made up your mind. A plan brewed. One that will give you your eternal sleep.

"I want a feast with my favourites." You spoke so softly one day. Yet Alastor heard it loud and clear, he nodded, it has been forever since he heard your voice. The last was when you were begging him not to rip off your wings and halo that took you away from him. He got to work, saying he'll be back soon and asked for your patience.

Patience. You've given him too much. Your eyes burned with fury when his presence left the apartment and your home domain. You took your blank notebooks, summoning angelic weapons one after another around your bed. The angelic steel stacked up as did your exhaustion. Your eyesight blurry and your body heavy. Just a little more and you'll sleep. The feeling was so similar to when you embraced death the first time. Then you fell asleep. Forever.

When Alastor returned, he was terrified to find you surrounded by angelic steel. His mind didn't register that you were the one to summon them, like the time you saved him all those years ago. He only rushed forward to you, ignoring all the wounds on his legs as he walked pass the deadly material. He tried shaking you awake. You're eyes didn't open, your body was cold. Heartbeat? It was so weak.

He shouted for you to wake up. He pleaded and begged. He apologized. He was wrong. He was all wrong. It was all his fault. Just wake up. Please! He needs you! He can't live without you! You can't abandon him again! Not again! Please!

Before, in the canon of my story, you woke up because Lucifer told Alastor what to do. But here, he never knew about your relationship with Lucifer, nor would Lucifer tell him how to wake you up. Lucifer watched from afar as you slowly died from your powers that drained your very soul. Saving you wasn't an option, he said he'd respect your choice and won't question them. He's keeping it, he's your friend. When you were going on with your plan, you too realized that the only true friend you had was Lucifer.

You can't handle Alastor, you shouldn't have thought you could. You shouldn't have accepted Alastor.

You shouldn't have saved him that day.

Alastor deserves to suffer while you enter your eternal slumber.

[skrrts]

flowers & kisses (drabble)

✧ gn!reader x wooyoung ✧ genre: non idol, slice of life, fluff, dating ✧ word count: 852

Wooyoung & you relax together in a field of wildflowers

a/n: i'm practicing drabbles because writing under 1k words is always hard. anon suggested "wooyoung & flowers"

The flower field had a light, sweet fragrance that mixed with the fresh scent of grass, creating a calm and inviting atmosphere. The sun was kind today, no longer burning and forcing you to find shelter in the shadows of a tree. Instead, sitting in the middle of the field of flowers was something you always wanted to do but never quite found the confidence to do on your own. Your boyfriend easily changed that.

Wooyoung was busy picking some of the wildflowers, the bouquet in his hands kept growing and you couldn’t entirely hold back a chuckle every time he pouted a little when it would not stay in place the way he wanted it to.

“Here, try it with this,” you opened your bag and pulled out one of the hairbands you always carried with you ever since the two of you started dating.

When Wooyoung decided to grow out his hair, scenarios where he forgot to bring one but wanted to tie it up became frequent. A smile spread on his lips as he leaned in to accept it.

“That’s a perfect idea!”

You watched as he carefully tied it around the flower stems and looked at his piece of art, seemingly satisfied.

“Now, I am almost a little jealous that your mom gets such a pretty gift but at the same time, I’m quite proud that I have such a thoughtful boyfriend.”

The moment Wooyoung turned around to say something, you managed to capture the stunning view in a polaroid. It would be one of those snapshots where the surprise was painted beautifully against a background that seemed like a movie.

“Hey! That’s cheating!” he called out, placing the flower bouquet aside and grinning at you.

“I hope you know this means revenge, yes?” As he was moving closer, you were only playfully leaning back.

“Is that so?” Your voice tried to be challenging but you were just soft; he did that to you but there was no regret about it.

Wooyoung was by your side, his arms curled around your waist and he forced you to fall down onto the blanket together with him, causing you to laugh softly as he pulled you closer.

“Caught you! Now you are mine!” He did not hesitate to shower you with dozens of tiny kisses all over your cheeks, nose, and forehead.

Wooyoung always had been so expressive with his affection, not only with loved ones but also with friends. Maybe that was why it took you a little while to realize he liked you more than a friend but for that, dating felt so natural. You never had to wonder about his emotions, he’d always show them to you just like that.

“I do not want to disappoint you, but I already was yours, Woo,” you looked up at him and could see the affection in his eyes.

His hand wandered up to brush strands of hair out of your face: “That is true. Ah, everyone said that one should put lots of effort into asking the person of your dreams out but you said yes before I even finished my question. So impatient.”

“Makes two of us,” you teased and he laughed.

“True, good for me! That way, I can just drag you to our little adventures.”

There was a happy sigh escaping his lips as he nuzzled his pretty face into your hair, pressing a kiss on top of it.

“I am not sure if taking a break in the middle of a field of flowers counts as such but even if not, I am content. Please continue to carry me away.”

You looked up at him, now being the one to pout. It caused him to chuckle but eventually, Wooyoung leaned down and kissed you. The kiss was sweet and soft, you enjoyed it when the two of you spent time just like that: easy and simple. Nights were exciting enough.

“I love you, y/n. Thanks for coming with me here today.”

The way his hair fell over his face and his eyes were so attentive, the smile soft yet always seemingly waiting like he was afraid you would not return it.

His fear would forever be unfounded.

“I love you too, Wooyoung.”

You leaned in for another kiss and while you could feel him lean in, after just a moment, your boyfriend forced your lips apart.

“If we keep kissing, I can’t promise I will be able to stop doing so and then we probably won’t make it back to mom’s infamous citrus cake.”

Wooyoung pulled you up without letting go of you, placing you comfortably onto his lap and he reached out for the bouquet, handing it to you before taking the camera.

“Capture time! Show me your cutest face!”

You wanted to complain about how sudden it was, your hair a mess but Wooyoung already pressed his lips on your cheek and you chuckled as the moment was frozen in time in a polaroid.

A photo you gladly added to the walls of precious memories you shared with Wooyoung back in your room.

[mylovelies-docx]

Sorry, I Love You - Part 12

I am sooooooooooooooooooooooooooo sorry for this.

Plot: You and Bucky have a good thing going - best of friends that also have more than a little chemistry between the sheets. Everything is fine until you develop feelings for the man who doesn't want a relationship. What will happen when Bucky finds out?

C/W: Angst (!!!), murder, blood, guns, violence, death.

(I PROMISE EVERYTHING WILL BE OKAY! You've just gotta trust me.)

Word Count: 2,724

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He can’t take the silence any longer. You should have been home hours ago.

All his texts go unanswered and his calls go straight to voicemail. You’ve had late nights at the HYDRA base, but never this late – never an early morning kind of late.

He knows you’re capable. Knows that you’re one of the strongest people, the best agent, the best everything, but something doesn’t feel right. He can’t feel you. He knows that’s stupid – that he isn’t psychic or empathic or whatever he’d need to be to feel someone’s presence when they’re not in the room with him, but he’s always felt you. 

He can feel you down in his bones, his body unable to forget your voice, your laugh, your smell, your body beside, on, under his own. There’s no one in this universe that he knows better, that knows him better, than anyone else. 

Used to know. Until he fucked it up. Until he fucked everything up and drove you away. Drove you so far away that you weren’t even on the same continent for months, that you never picked up the phone and called him, that you didn’t send any silly texts at 2 am like you used to. He was too embarrassed and ashamed of his reaction to contact you first. He thought it’d be too impersonal to apologize over the phone and admit how scared he was when you confessed to loving him and how sorry he is for what he did afterwards.

That’s why he sent Steve and Sam to bring you home: so that he could see you again and explain himself to you and hopefully confess that, yes of course he loves you too. He was so nervous as he watched the quinjet approach, worried that you wouldn’t like his outfit, or the stubble on his jaw, or his new haircut that he got for you because he remembered how often you’d run your fingers through it and comment on how hot you thought shorter hair would look on him.

But then he cornered you in that hallway. Felt his heart break as you told him that you got over him, that you didn’t love him anymore and never did in any meaningful way. You assured him that you could be friends again if that’s what he wanted.

Of course that’s what he wanted. Of course he wanted to be friends. But he also wanted everything else – what you had before that night at the movies and what you could have had after. He wanted the date nights, and forehead kisses, and hand holding. He wanted the quick fucks, and makeout sessions, and love-making. He wanted all of it with you.

He still does. 

But you don’t.

He will forever regret the words he said to you that drove you away and dissolved the love that you felt for him. He will never forgive himself for taking away your future together. And after that disastrous conversation with you about Petre, he feels like he’s gone right back to square one. He doesn’t know what to do with his emotions and can’t express himself properly to save his life.

He knows what you said, knows the meaning behind the individual words you spoke to him last night: that you and Petre are not together in any way. But Bucky knows that isn’t what Petre wants – knows that Petre wants you in a way that Bucky used to have you, that Bucky could have had you, and more. Because Bucky sees the way that Petre looks at you, the way his eyes follow you around the room as you say hello and chat with his family when they’re around.

Knows that Petre has already asked his mother if she knew of anything else about you before he moved forward with a proposal, if there was somewhere specific he should do it, what else to bring besides his grandmother’s ring. Petre had been across the room with Tessa during this conversation, but Bucky’s serum-enhanced hearing picked it up and he knew that Petre was head-over-heels for you because how could he not be?

He’ll also never forgive himself if something happened to you at HYDRA. Your argument from last night has been lingering between the two of you, and he doesn’t know what to do to fix it – it’s just the actual process and action of initiating that conversation and exposing his squishy insides to you that causes his brain to shut down and his mouth to spew out stupid shit. He knows that you would never turn him away for being vulnerable, but just the way he’s acted when feelings have come up… it leaves a sour taste in his mouth and he’s sure it’s left one in yours as well. 

But you were supposed to call him at lunchtime and he would have said everything he’s been bottling up right then and there. Would have blurted it out because god damn him and his stupid mouth because every time he’s tried to bring it up, he’s fucked up and he hurt you. He doesn’t want to – can’t do that to you again. If you had just called when you said you would, it would have all been cleared up by now and you’d be home and hopefully in his arms and, and, and.

But you didn’t call. You’re not home. Bucky hasn’t apologized.

He’s already called Steve and requested backup – he’d rather be safe than sorry. Now all he’s waiting on is –

His phone that he’d left faceup on the countertop before him beeps and the screen flashes with a notification. Tony finally sent the link to track your location, letting him know where you’re at. Before his heart can even beat again, another message scrolls across the top of his screen.

That’s all Bucky needs before he races out the door, not even bothering to grab a coat before the door slams behind him. Tony’s second message burns behind Bucky’s eyes and makes it hard to think.

Hurry. Something’s not right…

***

The ATV Bucky ‘borrowed’ off one of the neighbors is perfectly capable of getting someone where they’re going, but Bucky grew frustrated with the speed as soon as he raced away with it. He’d have been happier on his souped-up motorcycle, roaring down the roads and sending gravel flying, but it’d be impractical on the freshly fallen snow and hilly terrain. 

His heart stutters in his chest every time he looks down at your tracker’s location and doesn't see it moving. There’s no way you’d be sitting idly in one spot deep in the forest, nearly 20 miles away from the HYDRA base and the house you’ve been sharing with Bucky. The home the two of you have made since arriving.

He thinks of how the two of you should be at the house now - fast asleep, maybe in the same bed if he’d found the right words to tell you what’s been going on in his head, why he was being such a asshole yesterday and how he never should have said any of the shit he did – or at least phrased it better, correctly. 

Every time Bucky remembers your fight last night, he feels the air leave his lungs and a fist form in his throat. The way your face had crumpled when he said you could be together again but then immediately shifted into a flat stare, no emotion evident when you told him that he was the reason that could never happen. Your broken voice when he tried to approach you again when he followed you home. The wrenching, muffled sobs he could hear you trying to smother across the hall as he laid there wide awake, his own tears soaking the pillow.

If Bucky could turn back time, he never would have asked you to be friends-with-benefits. His emotions were all over the place and he was still relishing his freedom, his autonomy that had been returned to him. He didn’t think he wanted any kind of committed relationship back then because he thought it would suffocate him, make him feel like he wasn’t his own person anymore, that there was someone that he had to answer to again.

He should have known that you wouldn’t have made him feel that way – that you are the exception to every rule and that you always helped build him up, never once did anything that made him feel suffocated or out of control. He’d been the one to initiate your friendship, he’d been the one that sought you out for no-strings-attached sex. You’d only ever been there for him, followed him when he needed to get away from the others, listened when he needed to talk to someone. Loved him when he didn’t want to be loved.

And what did he do with that love? He threw it away, crushed it under the sole of his boot in that alley way, let you walk away from his life when you should have worked it out together.

When he’d finally gotten his head out of his ass and realized that all the late nights, deep conversations, the comfort and warmth he felt in your presence: that was love. He didn’t recognize it at the time, but he knew that you were important to him, that you were the only one he could spend so much time with and not become overwhelmed. It took you leaving for him to realize everything that you did for him, all the support you offered. 

He spent a lot of time with his therapist after that. He used to be so angry at you and he knew it was unfair, that it wasn’t logical to be so mad at someone for falling in love, but he was. His therapist listened to his deepest, darkest, most wretched feelings about you, about himself. They helped him to realize that he wasn’t mad at you, that he was only frightened of the love you had for him and the feelings that brought up in him. He didn’t realize he found himself so unlovable and broken that he didn’t think anyone could love him like that. Could love him like you do. 

Did. Love him like you did until he ruined that love like he always knew he would, deep down. It took a lot of time and effort, but he finally understands what he feels for you. 

But now it might be too late.

Bucky is only a mile out from your location when he hears the barking of dogs and men yelling to each other. He pushes the ATV faster, dodging between trees and ducking under branches. Seconds later, Bucky sees lights bouncing off of a decrepit shack and agents wearing HYDRA uniforms scrambling around. 

He takes one hand off the handle and pulls his pistol from the waistband of his pants. He clears the treeline and jumps from the vehicle, ducking and rolling onto the ground. The ATV flies forward and knocks down one of the agents. They all turn to investigate the commotion, and Bucky starts firing.

He shoots one, two, three people off of their feet and they collapse onto the ground in pools of blood. Realizing at this point that Bucky is a threat, the others around the cabin pull their weapons out and aim for Bucky. He clears the next six with one shot each, leaving only two standing and no bullets left in his magazine. Bucky launches the empty pistol straight into one of the assailant’s temples, sending him sprawling. At the same second the pistol leaves his hand, Bucky sprints at the remaining HYDRA agent and slams his metal fist into their face, blood and bone splattering.

Grabbing the gun from this last agent, Bucky grips it in his fist and enters the building. Pivoting side to side, there’s no one immediately in his line of sight. He can see blood spatters around the room, in front of the bookshelf and desk, and a pool of it right in front of him in the archway between rooms. Bucky can hear someone just on the other side of the wall and he adjusts his hands around the gun, finger hovering over the trigger. 

Quickly rounding the open archway, Bucky finds his worst nightmare.

He sees you lying motionless on the ground, your warm, red blood steaming as it puddles around your body. A HYDRA operative stands over you, gun poised and ready. 

Without another thought, Bucky unloads the weapon. He riddles the final agent with bullet holes, ensuring that their finger will never pull the trigger on you. He doesn’t watch as they fall, instead running towards you with only one thought in his head: Please. Please be alive.

Bucky reaches your body where you lie on your side, facing away from him. He quickly rolls you onto your back and watches as your head lolls from the motion. 

“Y/N,” he calls hoarsely, placing his hands on your cheeks and patting quickly. “Y/N. Doll, wake up.” 

Your eyes remain closed and you don’t move. Heart in his throat, Bucky places his fingers on your neck.

Nothing.

“Oh god,” Bucky whines.

Nausea roils in his stomach as Bucky places his hands one over the other on your chest, fingers interlocked. He begins compressions, forcing your heart to circulate what little blood remains in your veins. He feels your ribcage creak and groan under the pressure, knowing he will break bones but hoping the effort will revive you.

Twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty. 

Bucky removes his hands from your chest and uses them to tilt your head backwards, opening up your airway. He clamps your nose shut and presses his lips over yours, forcing two breaths into your lungs. He returns immediately to chest compressions, counting up to thirty again and repeating the process.

“Come on, doll. Come back to me.”

It feels like hours that Bucky crouches over your body, working hard to manually pump your heart and keep your brain oxygenated. He doesn’t know how long you’ve been without a pulse, but he’ll do anything to give you a chance at survival.

A loud whirring sound comes from outside and Bucky can hear boots hit the ground. He panics for a second, wondering how he’s going to keep you safe while also keeping you alive, until he hears Steve’s voice.

“Buck? Y/N?!”

“In here!” Bucky yells frantically.

Multiple people come barreling into the kitchen where Bucky is administering CPR. Shock and dread wash over everyone’s faces at the sight in front of them, but Bucky doesn’t have time for them to stand around. You don’t have time.

“Help her!” he cries, lungs and muscles burning. “Please!”

Natasha tries to rush forward, but her booted leg slows her down. Steve and Sam collapse on either side of your body, Sam pushing Bucky out of the way to start his own compressions. Bucky thunks to the ground, his body exhausted from the fear and effort of the last little while.

Wanda runs in, using her powers to suspend the regeneration cradle in the air and bring it over to you. Tony and Nat help Steve and Sam lift you up off the ground and into the machine as Bucky watches your cooling blood drip, drip, drip from your body.

Wanda’s face is wet with tears as she picks the cradle back up with you inside. Using a pulse from his palm, Tony blows a hole in the kitchen wall. Scraps of paper fly off the table and land near Bucky. Wanda takes you directly outside and into the waiting quinjet, Nat and Tony running alongside her. 

A blast of cold air from the open wall slams into Bucky and chills him to his core. He looks down at himself and finds his hands and legs covered in blood. Your blood. One of the pieces of paper catches his eye as it turns red where it lays on the floor. He scoops it up gently and tries to make out what is written.

Bucky can tell instantly that it is your handwriting, but it’s nearly illegible now. He can barely make anything out, and what he can rips his heart to shreds. A wet hiccup tears out of Bucky’s throat and his hands start to quake uncontrollably as he stares at your words.

In case these are my last words,

Don’t be sad. I wish that I could  have spent the rest of my life with you. I just want you all to know that I love you. so , so much. 

“I’m too late,” he whispers. “She’s… she’s…”

Steve and Sam grab either of Bucky’s arms and drag him to his feet. 

“We’ve gotta go, pal,” Steve says. “We’ve gotta get her to Helen!” Nodding his head, Bucky allows his friends to lead him outside and onto the jet. 

He watches you lying in the cradle, not moving, the entire way home.

Part 13

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Are you there? - 141

Reader goes missing on a mission.

This is based on a request

F!Reader, Angst?(idk anymore)

The team and you were in a high profile mission. Laswell thought you'd be perfect bait for this one. However it was a deal/plan between you and her. You would get the men out and give yourself up so they could return back to base. All is going well so far.

"Price?"

''R/n, you and Gaz take left, meet us at extraction point.'' he commanded and you obeyed. Gaz was hit in the head by some gravel. You pushed him out and dragged him to extraction. You ran back and made the enemy chase you. Soap and Ghost ran towards him as soon as they noticed he was unconscious. Price looked around, but no sight of you.

''Fuck, where are you kid.'' he said under his breath.

''This is Bravo six, how copy?''

''What is the matter?'' Laswell responds.

''We've lost the kid, she's nowhere to be seen.''

At that moment Laswell knew the plan you two had made worked, ''did you all make it to extraction?''

''yes, but we have to go back for her-''

''negative, you and the others get on that helicopter and leave, no need to fight.''

''we lost the kid, what do you mean negative?''

''get on that heli Price, thats an order.''

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The ride on the helicopter was...confusing, to say the least. Soap would look out the window and to the ground, he'd ask too many questions. Ghost was looking for any smoke signal, but nothing. Gaz, although injured fought the medics and tried at many occasions to jump out and go search for you. Price was quiet.

It was odd for Laswell to just tell him to leave you behind, knowing well that you and him had grown a daughter-father relationship.

After the medics tranquilized Gaz, Price turned to his men. ''You two meet me at my office.''

Soap and Ghost nod and continue doing their own thing.

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At base, the three men sat there, plotting their next move. Soap tried not to think of what could've happened to you. What if you were looking for him in all that smokey mess? What if the enemy saw you and knocked you down?

All he kept doing was touch the small bracelet you had given him not long ago. It was regret, maybe if Ghost would've gone with you and Gaz you'd be annoying him with your stupid jokes by now.

''She's going to be okay.'' Price tried to say with confidence. Ghost took out a picture of you and the rest of the team. You and Soap doing some funny pose whilst he flexed his arms. It was a good day that day.

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There you were, hanging from your arms at some old base. You had been beaten up over the course of 13 hours. Your own blood soaking your uniform. The matching bracelet holding onto your wrist as a reminder there are people waiting for your return.

Gaz was the first one you thought of. How hard he must be on himself for losing sight of you. And then you thought of Price, no one to hear his stupid corny dad jokes. Ghost probably reliving some stress from his past because now you weren't there like his own family. And then the one you tried to not think of the most, your best friend in all, Soap.

How much he would be arguing with Laswell over the decision. The dumb bracelet you got him after you over heard it was meant for a forever kind of friendship.

As your own blood dripped down your weak limbs, it was them who you thought of. The one family no one would ever take from you. The one thing this cruel world would'nt dare understand.

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''R/N!'' a muffled voice called for you.

''Are you there?'' another deeper voice ushered.

Your vision blurry as you tried to keep your eyes open, but you knew it was time to let go.

''...go Home'' the sweet voice said, you felt warmth, a sense of familiarity.

You soon met darkness.

A/N: this one is short I know...but hey..its something am I right?

Tags: @ghostslittlegf

(hope this is angsty enough for ya)

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

[baldursgat3]

Well I was bored so I did what everyone does and wrote a 3.5k word fanfiction and made a brand new blog to post it on. So.

Anyway that thing that Gortash did to his parents was pretty fucked up right? Oh hey Ascended Astarion what are you doing here?

gn Tav, cw for some allusions to some non-con-ish stuff, haven't even done an ascended run yet but it's fine also spawn Tav

He so rarely called on his ability to compel you, but you felt the sensation begin to creep at the back of your mind. It felt like a spider climbing up your brain stem to weave it's web inside your skull.  "Astarion, please don't-" "You are going to watch and listen. Do you understand? You are going to learn what is expected of you. And until you have, you will be obedient and silent. Am I clear, my darling?" "Yes, my love."

It was only supposed to be temporary - a punishment for having escaped yet again. It didn't matter that you had every intention of returning as soon as the sun began to poke over the horizon, you had still found yourself cornered in the streets by your darling. The look of anger in his eyes only dampened by his annoyance.

"It's like you don't even try to listen to me, dearest." He had hissed, crowding you back against a wall. "Tell me how I'm supposed to keep you safe when you insist on sneaking around and frolicking off to the worst parts of the city in the dead of night."

"I'm sorry." You dropped your gaze to the ground. "I just- get so bored sometimes…" Maybe if you blame yourself, your own poor impulse control, maybe that would satisfy him.

Instead he just laughed. A short, almost incredulous chuckle. "Oh, you're bored. I see, well of course that's all right then. By all means, throw yourself to the wolves then, my love. Since you're bored."

He grabbed your hands in his, muttering a quick spell, and you were home. You watched as he opened his eyes again and his shoulders relaxed. You were here and safe beside him again and he could breathe once more.

But still, "This was the fourth time in less than a month. What do I have to do to make you understand?" Astarion's grip on your hands tightened.

"You could just let me go…" You mumbled bitterly before you could think any better of it. The instant the words escaped your mouth you had regretted them.

His eyes darkened and he pulled you in closer. He brought one hand up to wrap around the back of your neck, holding you firmly in place. "We are not having this discussion again. You know you belong here."

"But if you would just let me out once in a while I wouldn't-"

"It only takes once, don't you get that?" He hissed, his fangs bared. "One person, just like me. Hiding in the shadows, waiting to strike. Do you understand how high profile you are? Do you not see other nobility out with their guards? They don't prowl the dingiest taverns they can find for good reason, my love."

"I can handle myself!" You snapped back. He was already angry, you were already screwed, how much worse could you possibly make it?

You watched countless emotions fly across his face before irritation settled. Truthfully, not the worst possibility. "I know that you're strong and capable. But it's been years since either of us have lived that kind of life. Those skills don't just stay sharp, you know that. You can hold your own against one, maybe two people. But what happens when you're surrounded? And you're alone, I don't know where you are, I can't help you. Do you not understand that I'm trying to protect you?" He spoke, almost as though he was trying to rationalize with a child.

In his defense you did huff like one. "So I'm meant to stay locked up here forever because you're afraid?" That was the wrong word to choose. The annoyed look fell into anger as he pulled you in even tighter.

"Yes." It was short and filled with a venom that shot a wave of fear down your spine. He so rarely called on his ability to compel you, but you felt the sensation begin to creep at the back of your mind. It felt like a spider climbing up your brain stem to weave it's web inside your skull.

"Astarion, please don't-"

"You are going to watch and listen. Do you understand? You are going to learn what is expected of you. And until you have, you will be obedient and silent. Am I clear, my darling?"

"Yes, my love." Were the words that came out of your mouth. They certainly weren't the ones you were intending, though. What do you mean? What are you talking about? What are you doing? All questions that were desperately trying to escape, but none came.

His face softened as he pulled his hand away from your neck to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear with a gentle smile. "There we are. I love you, you know? So much. I just… I don't know what I'd do without you."

~*~*~

For something you found so horrifying, Astarion was remarkably calm about what he'd done to you. "As irritating and, honestly, pathetic as he was, Gortash did manage to strike me with a touch of inspiration." He had explained as you helplessly smiled back at him.

"The magic he used against his parents was… clever, I'll say. It was terribly cruel of him to leave them like that, trapped in their own minds forever. You have to understand, that's not what I'm doing." He looked so sad, suddenly. He grabbed your hand in both of his and held tight and you felt your face drop to match his emotions.

"I love you. Please, trust me. You don't know this life like I do. You're so- so kind. So trusting and wonderful and lovely. And it's going to get you killed. This is only temporary. I can keep you safe like this while you learn what you need to. This life is politics and swindling and scheming. It's not heroics and good deeds. One day- one day I swear we'll go back but for now this is what must be done. Please just… just trust that I know what I'm doing. And that I love you."

You felt the cobwebs clear for a moment, brushed aside to give you a chance to speak again. He was giving you a choice, though you weren't entirely sure what either outcome was meant to be. You did trust him though, you loved him. And maybe he was right. You had no idea really what the life of this caliber was like. He had been of nobility his entire life. "I trust you."

You felt the cobwebs fill your head again as he smiled, so gently, so sweetly. So why did it make your stomach turn?

~*~*~

He never gave you any sort of timeline. You had expected it to take a few months though. He was training you, shaping you into the perfect little accessory to attach to his hip. It wasn't always horrible, especially at first when he would clear the cobwebs away at night to discuss how you were feeling and what you were learning.

It did feel a bit demeaning. He was your partner not your mother, after all. But you could tell how relaxed he was now that he wasn't worrying about you so much. And it was always easier to learn by doing, even if it wasn't technically you doing anything.

Still, you saw the way you responded to other nobles when they asked you things you had no clue about. Truthfully, you found yourself hoping Astarion might just do this for every big event you went to. The idea of trying to remember all of these names and titles and schemes was daunting. It'd be easier to keep him happy if he was practically speaking through you and it took a huge pressure off your shoulders.

It was when the people left that you began to have a problem. Even when it was just the two of you alone. He allowed the compulsion to drop less and less frequently. Some days you wondered if he'd forgotten it was there at all. You hated when he would spend his time talking with this fake perfect version of you.

Jealousy. It must be. And you felt so stupid for it too. It was still you, your voice and body. And, honestly, half the time the responses this fake you gave were the exact same ones you would've given anyway. So what did it matter so much?

It was frustrating not being able to control your own body. You missed being able to reach out and grab his hand whenever you wanted. There were a lot of things you missed. Most things, actually.

You missed kissing him. It's not that he didn't kiss you like this, or that you couldn't feel it. When he kissed you it just felt awful. Your stomach would churn and all you wanted to do was pull away. You honestly didn't even feel that terrible the time he had forgotten you were in there while you had sex. (Something he had apologized for profusely, long after you'd forgiven him.)

But the kisses were so tender and sweet and they were for someone who wasn't you. It was this fake you that he made for himself and you just couldn't stand it. Next time he dusted you off, you had made up your mind to ask him to stop.

If only you'd made that decision a touch sooner. It had already been over a week since you were last freed from your compulsion. As the days ticked by, you grew less and less confident that you would get the chance to ask.

It has been months already. You weren't entirely sure, but it must've been closing in on a year since he'd first started this project. It didn't feel like it but it was winter again so it must've been.

You kept hoping, every night when you went to bed you silently begged Astarion to hear you again, to let you out of your mind. He never seemed to hear you. Instead he would pepper you in kisses and speak to you like nothing was different.

Weeks turned to months. Every day that went by without being in control of your own body was beginning to take a toll on your mind.

Astarion's touch became less and less welcome until you wanted to shriek and tear at your own skin every time you felt him near you. You screamed and begged and agonized, hoping that if you could just yell loud enough maybe he would hear you.

He had forgotten about you. You became more and more certain with every evening spent on your back for him now. The first time he'd used you like that he was devastated. The idea that he'd had a change of heart was somehow even more crushing than being forgotten. You couldn't entertain that idea.

It made more sense that he'd forgotten you anyway. It had been so long, he'd gotten so used to you like this. He couldn't hear you screaming and thrashing inside your head. And when you were alone, he truly hadn't changed that much about you. Perhaps some of the comments you made were a touch closer to something he would say, but that really only served to push the real you further from his mind.

You had to accept it. You were trapped in your own mind, helpless against the man you adored. You were angry and frightened and so, so desperate to be free. It ached in your chest every time words that weren't yours escaped your lips. You raged every time you felt his touch on your skin. His kiss left you longing to tear out your hair and shriek until your throat burned.

You were truly, utterly helpless.

~*~*~

It was summer now. You were pretty sure, anyway. It was a bit hard to tell exactly when spring ended and summer began when you never saw the sun.

Astarion was hosting a rather large event that evening. You weren't entirely sure what it was for or why. You had stopped bothering to pay attention to these things once you realized it was no longer about learning how to engage with high brow politics. The you that had control would handle it anyway.

You were dressed in a lovely ball gown, a favorite of Astarion's. He liked the wide hoop skirt, it kept people from getting too close to you.

It was like any other stupid high end party. Food that was so decadent and rich you could barely eat any of it. Most of it would be thrown away. What a waste. One of the few thoughts you had as you essentially dissociated through the party.

Your body picked up a small hors d'oeuvre, delicately biting the bite sized snack in two. It was far too unbecoming to pop the entire thing into your mouth, despite it being shaped for exactly that.

"Any good?" A voice from behind you startled you and your false self out of your tiny food related thoughts.

The fake you recognized him first, as your mind still tried to bring the world back into focus. You felt yourself lunge forward, hoop skirt be damned, as you threw your arms around the person in front of you now. Somewhere in the back of your mind you found it extremely strange that fake you would be allowed to do such a thing.

When you finally pulled back, you were present enough to see who you were hugging and it, truthfully, made even less sense. "Gale!" You heard yourself as you bounced excitedly on the balls of your feet. "Why are you here?"

"Oh, it's a big event isn't it?" He grinned, patting you on the shoulder. "Should the famed Wizard of Waterdeep not receive such an illustrious invitation?" He laughed, taking a small step towards the food table. "No, Wyll was invited. He brought Karlach as a plus one. She told me and I pestered Astarion to invite the rest of us. He didn't tell you?"

That sounded about right. You couldn't help laughing. Gods you'd missed them all. "He didn't, but everyone else is here too?"

"Well, no. I got them an invite, that's the best I could do. Shadowheart and Halsin are around here somewhere. Who knows about anyone else." He said, filling up a plate with tiny snacks. A small part of you was happy at least someone was eating like a normal person.

"Come on then, and fill a plate for Karlach would you? I said I'd bring them all back something." Gale smiled back at you as he began filling another plate, presumably for Wyll.

"Have you seen Astarion yet?" Oh, that was a good question actually. At least fake you was thinking about your love.

Gale nodded, picking up the second plate. "He met us when we first got here. Honestly, I expected you to be with him. Barely had a moment to talk, though, before he got pulled away."

"Precisely why I'm not with him." You laughed, picking up the plate you'd made for Karlach. "An event like this is going to have him pulled twenty directions. I'm supposed to stay over here to watch over things but-" But? Fake you didn't argue with buts. How strange. The power of friendship perhaps? Or Astarion's attention being so split with such a large event was allowing even the perfect version of you he hand crafted to slip through the cracks. Either way, you weren't arguing. "Well, it'll be fine to slip away for a moment." Strange.

You followed Gale back to where Wyll and Karlach were standing just a bit too close as they chatted. They were both dressed to the nines, Wyll in a well fitted suit with a short, ornamental cape draped over one shoulder. Karlach was putting him to shame though, in a floor length strapless dress with a slit that traveled halfway up her thigh. You'd never taken Karlach for a dress person and, watching the way she awkwardly moved in it, you'd assume you were right. That didn't stop anyone with eyes from stopping and staring as she walked by. You even found your own gaze lingering a bit too long. Very strange.

"Hey, soldier!" Her voice rang out loud and clear as soon as she spotted you. Before you knew it, you were wrapped in her arms and lifted off the floor with ease. You couldn't help laughing as you carefully tried to keep the plate of food balanced.

Your skirt swished back into place as she set you down, beaming at you. "It's been way too long. Just because you can't go out in the sun doesn't mean Astarion has to lock you away in the dungeon." She laughed again. If only she knew.

"I was surprised I even got an invite." Wyll chuckled, stepping closer. "I don't play his political games, but I'm happy to enjoy some good food with some old friends." Gods he was so sweet. If you didn't know just how genuinely he meant it, you wouldn't trust him.

"Well, I'm certainly happy to see all of you!" It's been so lonely cooped up in here, I've missed you so much. Your lungs longed to scream out to them, to beg them for help.

It was enough they'd taken you away from your post, you knew it was too much to ask for your voice to break through as well. It didn't stop you from wishing with your whole heart for your friends to hear you.

Instead, you had a pleasant conversation about what they've all been up to. Stories of the adventures Karlach and Wyll had been on, an anecdote about Tara that made everyone laugh. Halsin and, later, Shadowheart found their way into the circle, bringing their own stories. It would've been lovely were you not begging to be heard.

Karlach noticed first, of course she did. You saw it happen. You weren't sure what did it exactly but, as you were speaking, you saw her brow knit together. She watched you a bit closer. Fake you must've noticed as well, you felt yourself straighten up a bit more, talk a bit gentler.

It wasn't enough, she'd clocked something and now she was watching. The conversation shifted away from you but her gaze lingered. The you in control longed for her to look away, while the real you screamed for her attention. I'm here, please see me, gods please hear me!

You felt her watching you for at least ten minutes before she leaned in to whisper something to Gale. Oh gods, now he was watching you like a hawk. They both knew something was wrong but they couldn't tell what.

If you hadn't been watching them, you would've missed the small hand gesture and whispered incantation from the wizard. You didn't feel anything but clearly he didn't get what he wanted.

Then you felt it. A small tingling sensation in your head then, suddenly, it was as though the doors to your mind had been thrown open and you felt yourself recoil as though sunlight was pouring in. He was digging into your thoughts.

"Gale!?" You called out desperately in your head, watching as he blinked in shock. The gentle, practiced smile that remained stuck on your face completely opposed to the desperation he heard in your voice.

"Are you all right?" He asked, out loud, much to everyone else's confusion. Particularly Halsin's, who had been actively speaking when Gale interrupted.

"Gale, please! You can hear me?" Your mind screamed.

"Oh, me? Oh, I'm fine." Your mouth replied.

"I can hear you. What's going on?" Gale pressed forward, ignoring the questioning looks he received.

"Um, Gale-" Wyll had started but the wizard was disinterested in interrupting whatever connection he had with you right now.

"Gale, gods, Gale." What could you even say? You had to say something. But how could you explain this? You knew they all disapproved of the way Astarion kept you squirreled away but they never argued because you were both happy and it really wasn't exactly their business. But this? This was different. This was… well. Fucked up.

He was smart though. It didn't exactly take much to put two and two together. Two different answers, two different versions of his dear friend. "What happened? Does Astarion know about this?"

You would've flinched had you been in control of your body. "Really, Gale, I'm all right, I'm not sure what you're talking about." You still smiled warmly.

"He- he's the one who did this but-!" You panicked as you watched a darkness take over Gale's face.

"Okay, does anyone know what's going on right now?" Wyll tried to interject again, only to be met with a misdirected scowl from Gale.

"It would seem our resident vampire lord has gone a bit too far." He practically spat. He had never been overly fond of your relationship in the first place. You were never sure but Astarion was certain it was jealousy - partially why you were so surprised to see Gale had been invited at all.

"Use your words, Elminster." Karlach folded her arms, already impatient to know what was happening.

Gale turned back to you as his anger turned towards sadness. "I don't know how, but he's puppeting them. This-" He waved a hand at your calm, relaxed smile. "This is all fake. I can hear them, they're trapped in there."

"Gale, please, don't get angry, please." You were trying to do damage control now. You didn't want this to break bad for Astarion, you just wanted to be let out. "I- I just think he might've forgotten me, if you just-"

"Forgot you!? What do you mean forgot you? How long have you been in there?"

"Gale! Please don't cause a fuss, please. This- this doesn't have to affect the night. He just needs a reminder, that's all, it's all right."

"How long."

"I… I don't know. Over a year…" You knew saying that would be a bad idea. The rage took over his face again, while the rest of your companions watched with varying levels of confusion.

"Over a year." His voice was flat, his typical affectations and charming cadence gone. "Would someone be so kind as to request the presence of Lord Ancunín? I think we need to have quite the conversation."

[m30wk1ttycat]

failed attempt

contains: mentions of newt's attempt, i dunno what else to add. summary: newt broke his leg, you're trying to comfort him. warning, this is kinda short.

stuck 2 years in this maze, he was getting tired. tired of trying every day to find an exit. he highly doubted there even was one. he's told you about it, how frustrated he is about having to be a runner, knowing he's stuck in this place, possibly forever.

but never once did you think it'd get so bad that he'd attempt. well, you didn't know he attempted. you just knew that he broke his leg. minho told you after you saw him help newt out of the maze. said he probably fell or tripped badly, broke his leg and all.

when the med-jacks deem him as stable enough for visitors, you rush to see him. he laid there, huddled up in a cot, his fractured leg propped up on several pillows, staring off into nothingness.

you peek your head in, walking into the room. "newt?" you call out. hesitantly, he looked at you, giving you the faintest of smiles. this wasn't the happy, cheerful newt you knew. not anymore. his bright aura? not so bright anymore.

"hey," he muttered, looking at you as you walk in. that was all he said, just a quiet "hey".

concerned, you kneel down beside him. you on the floor, newt laying in the cot.

"here, snuck in some food," you say, putting the water bottle and a sandwich you got from frypan on the table next to the cot. "how's your leg?"

he only shrugged, whispering a "thank you" softly, not sure how to continue the conversation, or if he even should.

"my leg's fine.. just hurts, is all," he answered.

his face was rather dull and expressionless when he glanced at you. he sighed, whispering. "you're here to tell me how much of an idiot i am, i take it?"

"why would i do that?"

"the whole glade probably thinks i'm some kind of klutz, and an idiot now. they pity me, i can see it on their faces." he hated being pitied, but somehow, hated himself even more for jumping off like that.

"well-"

he cut you off before you could even finish your sentence. "why are you here, y/n?"

why wouldn't you be here?

"checking up on you," you answer, shifting your position uncomfortably.

he looked at you, studying you. to see if you were lying. you had to be lying, right? why would you check up on him? yes, he was your best friend, you were his safe place, but he still felt insecure about it, never believed a single "i love you" that you uttered.

"what for?" he asked, trying not to seem so irritated.

"i'm worried, why wouldn't i be checking up on you, newt?"

"i dunno," he frowned. he felt trapped. not only was he - along with the others unfortunate enough to step foot in the glade - trapped in the glade, the maze, but he was also trapped in the med hut, unable to move his body whatsoever without being in pain.

"minho said you broke your leg," you say, and you immediately regret saying that, as his response is rather.. harsh.

"yeah, well, forget it, y/n." he turned away from you, rolling over onto his side, going back into staring blankly at the wall.

you nod, frowning. you look away, seeing that he turned away from her. he was frustrated, you were frustrated. mad at yourself for even deciding to open her mouth, while he was mad about the fact that he did such a thing.

"hungry?" you ask, trying to switch up the topic by asking a question or two. "brought you a sandwich."

"no," he mumbles. then, he added, almost as an afterthought: "just want you to go."

again, you nod to his request. you swallowed the lump in your throat, getting up from the floor. "okay. night, newt," you say. just before you left, you look at him from across the room. "love you."

just as you left the room, he whispered a soft "i love you, too" but it wasn't like you could hear, already having left the med hut. now he was there, laying in the cot, alone, staring at the empty space where you sat before, just moments ago.

[ariiadnes]

ㅤ╭ ⿻ ･ BRAVE NEW WORLD

GIVE ME BLOOD AND RAGE AND A HEART FOR HORROR ; teach me to be tough enough to face this world still standing.

-ˋ ♡ ◞ toji fushiguro. jujutsu kaisen. cw : angst. quote cr : elizabeth hewer. rewritten & reposted. tagging @pixelcafe-network.

one. IN YOUR HAND RESTS A BLACKENED HEART. it does not beat like it should, each vessel rotten and festering with a sickness. ALIVE, but on the brink of decline and oblivion.

you wait thirty seconds, count the pulses. not enough. it's not enough to sustain life, to keep someone breathing, but still, it tries.

sixty seconds. you count again. it is less than before.

"this is yours." you say, the dread pulsating ever so slowly in the palm of your hand. this is a mirror of all you are. "what do you think?"

toji fushiguro studies his heart for a few seconds, silent. a deprecating smile.

"crush it."

a pause. five seconds.

you do.

( & it is not the absence of blood that alarms you, but the regrets that pour down your arm, forever and ever, until they hit the ground running. )

two. "you enjoyed it," butterfly kisses across your skin ; a kindness only you know, "destroying my heart."

something strange, something unidentifiable burns in your being. it hurts, feels like something has snapped inside you, released a fury so strong that it is almost akin to numbness. but perhaps beneath it all, there is a quiet guilt. you don't know.

your fingers run through his hair, gentle, before you tug, forcing his head back, gazes locking -- not enough to hurt, but enough to warn.

"you did that to yourself." your voice trembles, comes out as a whisper as if the words are forbidden to speak. you expect them to be harsh, but the sorrow woven into them is so known and loud that neither of you can ignore it, but somehow, you hope he does not hear it. "you were once made of tenderness before. did you not feel pain when i crushed the core of your existence?"

( yes, he did. your words turn his cruelty into pieces. he is chasing after a ghost of what once was. )

three. his spirit has too many twists and turns : unclear and muddled. good and bad, glory and gore.

"i think you forget that you're human." your words are soft and harsh, all the same. but your humanity is fading, fleeting. in the times you have died, did you take it with you?

do you miss it? did you take all the good in you and give it to him instead?

"such a prophet." he grumbles, but you smile at the feign disinterest. "you talk too much about these things."

"but you still listen." you counter. "maybe it still means something to you." your head rests against his chest. thirty seconds. the counting of a heartbeat. your fingertips trace the veins in his arm, stopping at his wrist. pressure. another thirty seconds. you count.

it is enough. you breathe out in relief, quiet, yet he hears. he always does, somehow.

"counting again?"

"yeah."

he scoffs. you are too complex a person for him, so high and mighty with morality. he doesn't understand you.

“and? still alive?”

you grin and the aggravation on his features almost dissipates immediately at the sight.

“very much so.”

the silence of the night weighs too heavily on his mind. it wanders.

somewhere, he seeks forgiveness for what he has done. who he is. everything he has allowed himself to lose. but to be granted forgiveness is a holy act, and so he detaches himself from the thought; such a thing has never existed in his life.

"you have too much hope for me." he warns. i am not the image of what you want. this won't end well for either one of us.

you count again. silence. you are almost afraid to speak, but you force the words anyway.

"...i'll make peace with whatever ending you choose." your voice wavers just the slightest bit. "just don't forget who you were once. who you wanted to be."

he says nothing in return, the heaviness in a heart so terribly dreadful. he wants to call you a hopeless fool, wants to thank you. but you fail to exchange words for the rest of the night, only searching for answers in each other's warmth, but there is nothing but tenderness and grief and lament.

eventually, he closes his eyes, his breathing steady, and you soon follow after.

( take caution with this heart, the moon whispers, it will be your last one. )

[multific]

Call You Amor

K'uk'ulkan x Reader

Summary: Patience is something we all have to learn, even Gods. Even Gods who just confessed their love.

K'uk'ulkan was a patient man. Having lived as long as he have, he learned the importance of timing and patience.

He was patiently waiting for you as well.

Despite being a 'surface dweller' he quickly fell in love with you.

He was a patient man.

But he also found himself walking along the banks of your home town, hoping and begging for his God so he could see you.

He went, day after day.

He felt stupid now, stupid for telling you to take your time, stupid for saying he can wait even years for an answer.

He wanted to make you feel comfortable and now he was regretting it.

This anxiety was eating him alive.

It distracted him from his duties as the leader of Talokan.

But he wanted you, he needed you. And he needed an answer to his confession.

As it soon got dark, K'uk'ulkan headed back to his home. He didn't sleep but he did manage to rest a little.

The next morning, he did what he had been doing for the past three days.

He dealt with his duties and soon after swam to the beach. He walked out of the water and to his surprise, there you stood.

He noticed the shell he gave you to call him in your hands, your shaking hands.

"I thought I had to place it in the water to call you." you said as you walked over.

"Could you please just... tell me your decision, I beg of you to put me out of my misery."

You smiled a little, he was a man after all, no matter how much he tried to assure you that he could be patient.

"We are very different. You live in the ocean, lead your people, hide from my people. At first, I thought it would be impossible. How could you ever like me to begin with, especially with your hatred towards my people. You said I can decide whether I should call you Namor like your enemies." you watched as his hand moved into a fist, he looked away from you. "And I so decided to call you a different name, neither K'uk'ulkan nor Namor. I wish to call you Amor." his eyes snapped back up at you. He muttered something in his mother tongue, something you couldn't quite understand.

"I thought you were rejecting me."

"I thought about it. Because of our differences. I fear your people will hate me for I am only a surface dweller. I am no Queen as you claimed I could be." he walked over to you as you finally dropped the shell from your hand, his moved to your waist and pulled you in.

"Say it to me, please."

"I wish for you to court me. I wish to be yours. For now, it will be enough."

"And in the future?"

"I could be delusional. I have wishful thinking, but I can see myself by your side, forever. As a partner, a wife, a Queen. As long as you will have me." he let out a shaky breath. One he didn't even know he was holding.

"I came here, day after day in the hopes of seeing you. For you to accept my confession... I'm overjoyed." he smiled.

What a gorgeous smile he had.

"My Handsome King, I truly don't see how you can find me, out of everyone so interesting."

"You are a rare beauty. You are smart and gentle. Kind yet fierce. I need that in my life."

"So, I remind you of your mother."

"Pardon?"

You laughed at his expression.

"Nothing nothing." you laughed a little as his grip on your tightened.

"Is that some joke between... women?"

"You could say that, yes. A joke. Can I ask my King, to take me on a date?"

"What's a date?" you nearly fell over laughing. He loved to hear your laugh.

"I will dress up nicely and we can meet and talk."

"What's wrong with what you are wearing now? It looks nice enough for me."

"Okay, would you like to go somewhere then?"

"I can't really leave the water."

Problem number 1.

You assumed there will be more along the way, but you were sure you can also deal with them and find solutions.

"Then let's stay here? In case you need to leave, you could go back."

"I will give you this." he reached into the water and you noticed something shimmering in there. He pulled out a necklace made of pearls. "I have been making this since I saw you." he then held the medal in the middle of the pears in his palm. "You just have to whisper to this, and I will come to you, wherever you are." he then placed it around your neck. You touched the delicate jade medal and smiled at him.

"Thank you. I wish I could give you something special as well."

"A kiss would be special enough." he smirked as you smiled.

"Very well." you moved your hand to the back of his neck as he let you pull him in, and you placed a kiss on his lips.

"I will come see you again tomorrow, My Love." he said as he finally let go of you, slowly walking into the sea.

"I hate seeing you leave, but I love watching you go." you said which confused him as he turned to give you a look. "I mean you have a nice... backside."

"So do you." he said and you knew he didn't understand your reference but it was okay.

You will teach him many more things about yourself as you will learn more about him.

You never expected to end up with him, but you were not complaining.

If anything, you were looking forward to tomorrow and the days after.

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[damn-stark]

Final chapter the last ballad of the Fallen

Final chapter of Sugar

A/N- Thank you so much for staying tuned to this series and giving it so much love, I appreciate every single one of you that gave me the motivation to keep writing! I love you all so much, thank you and I really hope you like this last chapter!!

Warning- FLUFF!!! talks of death and violence, SPOILERS!!!!

Pairing- Choso x Gojo!fem-reader, Suguru Geto x Gojo!fem-reader

Episode and or chapters- none

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Dear Satoru,

It’s been 6 months since the fall of Sukuna. It’s been six months since the merger and curses and cursed techniques as we know them have been eradicated.

You would think the world would know some kind of peace without getting terrorized by beasts. You would assume that the Jujutsu society as you know it would collapse with no true relevance behind it anymore, but roots can’t truly die without yanking them out of the ground.

How poetic of me I know, you’d laugh at me until you heard the whisperings I’ve heard about a fallen sorcerer taking a grip on the power-hungry minds of our old world, with no promise for revival of our power, just a promise of control, security, justice, and a grander eternity, a better society.

They’re all true markings of a messiah, a god, a prophet, a savior.

You would think they wouldn’t believe it, we’re too smart for that, aren’t we? But they all bow at the feet of none other than your little sister.

It seems she truly took something from Suguru. Maybe we should blame him for feeding her his crap. But then again all he would be is glad that she’s becoming the leader he only dreamed of becoming.

If only you were here, Satoru, you would have stopped her before she even could start scheming. Now who will stop her?

All the big sorcerer families follow her because they fear losing their control and power, even the quiet Inumaki family have a lot to say about her now since she turned them into one of the big three after the extinction of the Zen’in’s. And the Kamo’s are no better.

You would think Choso would stop her, and knock some sense into her, but maybe I’m expecting too much from him, he follows her blindly. Not even Yuji could convince him to talk to her, the boy is neither here nor there. He’s neutral, and why wouldn’t he be? He lost a lot. A promise for a greater tomorrow is tempting, even to me, but I couldn’t follow her. She doesn’t even talk to me, I don’t know how long she’ll stay mad at me. Maybe forever?

All I know about her is things I hear from whispers of other people; Kirara, or Yuji, but even that’s rare since I don’t really see them anymore.

What I do know is that what she’s doing is kind of working I admit that. After all, you paved the way after you killed the higher-ups. I would scold you over the outcome, but you’re not here so I’ll let you off and actually tell you that you’re having a niece and nephew; Tsukuyomi and Suki, did she ever tell you the names she and Choso picked?

I’m sorry I don’t know more, I wish I did, I wish I knew why she’s doing what she’s doing at great risk to her beloved peaceful life. Control? Power? Fear of being weak? I don’t know, I’m sorry. I really am.

That’s all I wanted to tell you this time, it’s something I couldn’t say out loud. And even if you’ll never read this it helped.

Yours truly, Shoko.

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*YOU*

You can hear it, the cries of regret and sorrow echoing from the fire.

You can smell the smoke and flesh like something out of an apocalypse. But what is terror compared to the adrenaline rushing through your veins as people bow at your feet, in the same way, non-sorcerers would bow to Suguru?

Even if they are escaping their demise you still stand tall over the people accepting the way things need to be.

After desiring nothing but a better world for most of your life, finally you’re seeing that dream come true.

And yes there is an argument that can be had over the fact that cursed techniques and the power behind cursed energy are gone forever, but nothing changes who you all are and the society you were all born into. Everyone bowing sees that, you see that, and the people you love see that.

“Today marks an end to the old world,” you announce proudly to the crowd of ex-sorcerers. “Today marks the beginning of change and the start of our new world. We may not have our power, but we still know who we are, no one can take that away,” you trail on softer, causing murmurs to spread throughout the crowd.

“We will not fall. We will not be forgotten, we will live on as a greater society, better than the one the higher-ups and the old stubborn heads of our clans forced us to live under,” you don’t falter or let your confidence slip. Your smirk holds your glory, and your eyes shout your pride as well as your gentleness and sincerity.

Yet there’s a drop in your voice, one only Choso, Kirara, and Hakari can detect. “Part of it is due to…my brother, the wielder of the six eyes, and the limítless technique, Satoru Gojo,” you pause and sigh, as well as feel a weight fall on your frail chest. “He paved the way when he got rid of the higher-ups once and for all. He wanted a better world for the next generation, for the students he taught and cherished, and for the people he loved. He’s gone now but his will will not be forgotten, not by me. He’s part of the reason why I stand here…as well as for the ones I've lost, the ones treated unfairly because of what they were,” you mention and remember Nanako and Mimiko before you glance at Choso to speechlessly let him know that his brothers were in mind when you spoke those words.

“The ones snubbed,” you continue and now meet the gazes of Hakari and Kirara so they know you haven’t forgotten them or the treatment they were put under. When you look back at the ground you aim to portray the same sincerity so they know you mean what you’re saying and so that they can trust you.

“…And for all of you. Today marks the start of a new world for all of us!” You exclaim and grin, and much to your surprise the crowd erupts with excitement after a promise of a new tomorrow where the power they wield doesn’t really have to die. They’ll never know true power anymore, but thanks to what you promise they’ll never know the true loss of control or be as frail as the true non-sorcerers.

That should make you happy too—you are, you’re proud. You look at Choso standing beside you and find comfort and joy in holding his hand. You glance over at Kirara, Harkari, Larue, Miguel, and the rest of your family and you’re happy that you can keep your word for a better tomorrow, but when you see the mirage of your brother standing in front of the crowd, nothing takes away from the loneliness that surrounds you.

You’re isolated in a sea of solitude without him. You thought it would go away when Choso came back to life because that’s when it really sunk in, but this loneliness is deep and scarred in your bones with the only cure being your brother.

But you can’t live like that, you can’t wait for someone who won’t return, so you lead this change in your society, but the only thing that changed is seeing him standing there watching you.

Doesn’t he understand you're doing this all for him?

——

*10 YEARS LATER*

Dear Dad,

We’ve returned to our beach house in Italy, it’s been a few days since we got here. I’m sorry I haven’t caught up with you lately, life is pretty busy being the eldest of four siblings. It makes me think that Nanako and Mimiko had it easy with me when I was young.

As always I much prefer my time away from Japan, even if it is where I was born, it stopped feeling like home when you died. I didn’t realize that uneasiness until I got older. Plus with the Zen’in bastards demanding to pick up the family title and take the lands from Maki, Mother was pretty busy, it was only until a few weeks ago that she was able to find peace once again.

Now Maki still holds her family title and the lands that belong to her. And don’t worry, Kinji and Kirara stand in my mother's stead while she’s here. With them in Japan, the bastards won’t try to take advantage of her being on vacation. Actually, I don’t think it’s possible that they’ll try anything again, Mother made sure of it.

I only hope I am half the leader she is when it’s my turn to lead. Only two years left. Of course, mother says I can take my time, she doesn’t mind, but I know she’s exhausted, she can’t hide it from me anymore, I’m 16 now. And how could I delay mothers' hard work? She’s paved the way for me to step up and take my rightful place, I’m the future.

Or at least Mother says that’s what our people see when they look at me…if I’m honest I’m quite nervous, I wish you could comfort me.

One day right?

Anyway, speaking of mother, since we’ve gotten to our beach house mother has been lost in her thoughts a lot. She’s been more quiet than usual, she’s usually so happy and relaxed when she’s away from prying eyes and work, but ever since we’ve gotten here it seems like she’s…I don’t know, sad?

Maybe it’s her technique, she says she never regrets giving up her technique to save Choso’s life, but I see her, like I see her now out by the calm shore.

She misses the feel of the water embracing her, and I don’t mean the water we see around us, the small droplets of water not visible to the naked eye. She misses the fire's warmth under her skin, she misses the gentleness of the earth, and the whispers of the breeze. I know she does, I’m looking at her now, standing on the shore, letting the waves unfurl over her feet as she watches the horizon longingly.

I wish I could find something to say to her, like you always did—but then again, there Choso goes to her with little Ryusei in hand, and the moment they meet her at shore she smiles with all the endearment and joy, as if she’d give it all away without a thought just to live to see these moments.

But I still wonder what it is that has her so lost in thought…

Maybe I’ll ask her, what do you think?

Anyway, that's all for now. I’ll talk to you soon.

Love always, Satori

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*YOU*

When is this loneliness supposed to go away? After ten years, the grief is supposed to turn to just simple memories and deep longing for the ones you lost, but the grief for Satoru still plagues you as if you had just lost him.

Why?

You grieved Suguru and came to peace with his loss. You were able to make peace with the loss of your twins and Kiyoshi. You grieved and moved from all those you lost. Choso, who has a big heart and spent a hundred and fifty years with his brothers was able to move on from his grief, but you can’t move past missing your brother.

You see him everywhere you go, no matter how far. He haunts your mind, and your dreams, and from time to time he plagues your happiness and turns it to ashes in your mouth.

You can be happy, you find your joy in many things, like Choso and all your children; and yes that includes Kirara and Hakari too. So you can be happy, but Satoru has left you living your worst fear. He’s left you alone for all eternity, and no matter how much you want to shake it, that ill feeling stays with you as if it were a part of you.

You do try to find a solution to your solitude, but it’s not in the breeze, or in the warm salt water that washes over your feet. It's not in the warm dancing flames or in the gentle earth. It lies in the grave with him. That’s your lifelong punishment…

You sigh deeply and longly, missing the approaching footsteps hitting the sand because of the waves crashing against shore. You don’t get alerted of the approaching presence until you hear a sweet voice call out to you. “Mama!”

You immediately find a reason to smile and when you turn around there they are like a light at the end of a tunnel, Choso and Ryusei.

“You’re finally awake!” You fawn over your 2-year-old child.

“You looked quite lonely out here,” Choso says as if he can read your mind. “So we thought we’d join you.”

You meet them halfway once they get close to shore and take Ryusei from Choso’s hold.

“You okay?” Choso presses, making your smile falter, but you don’t let Ryusei see it, you keep your smile plastered and that happy gleam in your eyes.

“Yeah, I’m just lost in thought,” you don’t lie since he knows you too well, and he also helps you in your lowest moments. You don’t want to lose that because you want to spare him from knowing your complex feelings; you'll talk to him in the same way he talks with you when it’s just the two of you alone.

“Hm,” Choso comprehends and closes the gap left between him and you to cup your cheek and caress your soft flesh.

“It’s a good thing we came when we did then, hm, Ryu?”

Said boy ignores his father and fiddles with the locket hanging off your neck.

“He hangs out too much with Yuji, don’t you, little one?” You tease him and tickle his belly, making him giggle before he searches the area.

“Uncle Yuji?” Ryusei now asks hopefully.

Choso shakes his head. “He’s not here yet, he’s coming tomorrow,”

Ryusei holds his father's gaze as the gears in his mind turn. He seems to understand the meaning but looks disappointed nonetheless.

“Maybe tonight we sleep outside?” You direct at Choso and bounce your eyebrows.

“Like in the grass?”

You look at him seriously before you snort and break into a lively chuckle. “No, silly, like in a tent. After we have a nice late-night picnic?”

“Oh.”

“Oh,” you nod with a grin. “I want to talk to you.”

Choso blinks and immediately stiffens. “About?” He probes.

You glance at the little boy in your arms and then back at Choso and shoot him a taunting smirk. “You’ll have to wait won’t you?”

Choso sighs and rolls his eyes. “It better be something worthwhile. You always leave me hanging.”

You giggle and lean towards him. “Aw baby, don’t worry,” you tease him. “We’re not breaking up. It’s not that talk.”

“Tsk.”

“Tsk,” Ryusei mocks his father, making both Choso and you look at your son quietly before you can’t help but feed into his habit by laughing. Ryusei laughs along with you but he’s quick to stray away and go limp, like a dead body, meaning he wants to be put down.

He’s so dramatic.

“All right, all right,” you trail off and put him down on the sand, but stay crouched to be at his level.

“Want to put your feet in the water?” You ask as you plant your palm on the sand and let him watch the wave roll over your hand before it gently pulls away.

Ryusei sees that it’s not hurting you so he bends down to mimic you and place his palm on the sand. As the wave takes a second to approach he looks back at Choso cautiously, but your husband shows no fear to reassure the boy.

“It’s okay,” Choso tells him. “It won’t hurt you this time.”

After being shoved back by a rough wave Ryusei has been very cautious about stepping back into the ocean or lake. He likes baths just fine, it’s just these large bodies of water that he’s grown very cautious over, so ever since then you’ve been trying to pull that fear out of him as best as you can without the abilities that once would wow Nanako, Mimiko, and Satori when they were children.

Albeit it's hard, it’s safe to say Ryusei wouldn’t have inherited your elemental technique if those still existed. Perhaps not even blood manipulation, he’s too gentle for it. Maybe something new, but who knows now.

Nevertheless, the wave finally rolls back in, but the moment the water submerges Ryusei’s hand he shrieks and quickly throws himself on you to escape such an evil element.

“Oh,” you coo and stifle your laugh. “It’s okay, the water is a good friend.”

You wrap your arm around him and lean in to press a kiss on his cheek, but Ryusei immediately pulls away as if you’ve done something horrible and wipes away your kiss.

“That’s mean Ryu,” Choso remarks, but the boy ignores him and instead points at his dad, meaning one thing, so you can’t help but flash a flustered smile before you give him what he wants and lean towards Choso to give him a juicy kiss on his lips, making Choso beam at you, and Ryusei giggle and cling onto you.

If this had been Amaterasu when she was Ryusei’s age, she would have smacked you for giving her dad so much affection in front of her. She was very clinging to Choso when she was younger, she still is, but less so because she’s 6 now. “She’s a big girl”, she says—Whatever, Daddy’s girl.

Nonetheless, just as you're thinking of the girl, she comes over running as if your thoughts had summoned her.

“Daddy! Mom! Suki and Tsu are fighting!”

Of course, peace is merely a dream now in your house, and it seems that as the older they get the chaos only gets wilder. But you can’t complain, they’re the reason you smile.

“They listen to you,” Choso immediately tells you as the shouting approaches.

“Yeah because I put my foot down,” you remind him of your stricter ways. “But I don’t think they need me to intervene yet.

“You’ll ground them ma?” Amaterasu immediately searches for strife. “I told them you would, Tsu pulled Suki's hair!”

You and Choso share a knowing look before drifting your focus to Suki and Tsukuyomi approaching whilst they’re in the midst of an argument of whodunit.

“Why do you always act so grown!” Suki shouts after her brother. “You never listen to me, I didn’t do it!”

Baby Ryusei turns to watch his siblings as they get closer with way too much amusement.

“Mom!” Tsukuyomi calls out for you and picks up his pace when he spots you close to the shore. “Mom, Suki—”

“Yeah snitch to mommy, mommas boy,” Suki grumbles with no attempt to actually be discreet, which in turn causes Tsukuyomi to halt dead in his tracks and spin on his heels to let his twin sister come to a skidding stop so he can pull her hair in the blink of an eye.

Ryusei bursts out laughing as if it’s the funniest thing in the world, while Tsukuyomi exclaims at his sister. “Shithead!”

Suki grabs his wrist and doesn’t get discouraged, she snaps back just as fiercely. “Amaterasu said that because it’s true,” she snickers, and the youngest girl lunges towards them to lie and defend herself.

“No, I didn’t! Daddy,” she drags Choso in. “I didn’t say it!”

Choso brushes his bangs back and walks over to break up the fight, you would go but it would just turn into a family brawl so you stay back and watch with slight amusement that might be too provoking in the sensitive situation, but you can’t help it. Besides, Satori walks over to join in the chaos and feeds you the correct intel.

“Suki and Amaterasu read Tsukuyomi’s journal and accidentally made it known by dropping water on some pages.”

Oh, sweet Amaterasu is such a good liar. You can imagine where she inherited such a habit, but you don’t want to even think of him. If Choso was okay with lying, he would tell his kids he and his brothers were gifted to his mother by some divine miracle, but if the kids ask he’s as honest as he can be. He’s too sweet to them, and as much as it bothers you at times, you can’t stay bothered or tell him to change, you love, love! that Choso is such a sweet and caring father, but sometimes it makes you the bad guy because you’re the one that disciplines them, but you don’t mean any harm and they know that when the storm passes. And as long as they do you’re okay with being the stricter parent, all you want is for them to have a sweet Father who isn’t afraid to love them.

You and Choso never had a caring father, so you want them to know a father's love, the same way Satori still cherishes Suguru’s unconditional love.

“Are you okay?” Satori breaks you away from the tension.

“Hm?” You probe in confusion.

Satori brushes her hair behind her ear and swallows back nervously before repeating herself. “Are you okay?”

You’re worried that she perhaps saw you outside wallowing in your solitude, but you’re also caught off guard because as you stare into her dark eyes you fail to see your little girl, she’s so grown up now; so much more mature and aware. It scares you that she’s so big, but you can’t help but be in awe too.

And as much as you want to hide your problems to spare her, you know that because she’s getting older she can bear more than she could when she was a child. So with some hesitance, you actually speak the sad truth. “I just miss Satoru, that's all.”

You briefly hold her gaze and see joy in her eyes because you confided in her, but you also catch pity for you too.

“Well,” she speaks softly. “It’s like Choso says, he lives inside us now, right?”

You sigh deeply and nod stiffly. “Yeah, that’s right. It’s just hard sometimes you know?”

“Hm, yeah I miss my dad all the time,” she says, making you close the gap between you to wrap your arm around her shoulder and pull her into a partial embrace.

Ryusei sees what’s happening and hugs your neck while he watches his father talk to the kids. You watch him too with a smile filled with pride and glee, but you also watch him with impatience because of what you have planned for the two of you later when the house is asleep and you finally have time to yourselves.

With four kids in the house, your time alone isn’t as common, so your escapes to be alone are special, especially the ones you plan because he always likes to beat you to the punch.

Nevertheless, what should’ve been a nice and passionate date outside under the clear night-littered sky, is ruined. Not by your children, but by rain that caught you by surprise and ruined your camping plans.

“Damn it! This sucks!” You whine.

Choso watches the rain fall over the tent and chuckles softly, making you pout.

“I told you it was going to rain today,” he remarks in amusement.

“It smells like rain doesn’t mean a thing,” you mock him and turn away from the back door to try and think of a quick solution that doesn’t involve just returning to your room and doing something there.

“Here,” Choso offers before he speed walks past you to exit the room, but then quickly return with your picnic box that you had pre-boxed while Ryusei ate his dinner.

“As much as I do enjoy a good time in the rain, we are more fragile now,” you remind him as if it hasn’t been a decade since you lost your techniques. “And as much as I do like taking care of you while you’re sick, please don’t do it on purpose.”

Choso shoots you a smirk before setting the box down, and pulling a blanket and candles out without letting your gaze go the entire time. And this time instead of interjecting you excitedly watch him extend the blanket in front of the glass door, and light the candles with a single match.

When he sits down he points to the empty spot across from him and you beam at him with admiration before plopping down and blurt the love you can’t contain. “See,” you whisper so sweetly that honey oozes off your voice. “I needed you.”

Through the candlelight you see Choso’s cheeks grow red the same way they did when you first met.

Even so, however, he doesn’t hold back either, he looks at you with never-ending love and admiration and fills the silence with sweet words. “And I’m glad my 150 years led me to you.”

You gasp softly and hold his gaze, and just like many times before, you see your happiness and the reminder of why you’ll never regret giving away a part of yourself for him. As strong as your technique made you, you love him more. And that will be the same in every lifetime.

You’re happy your life led you to him every day, even with all the bad you endured, you’ll go through it all again just be with him.

Does it sound selfish?

Maybe, but you don’t care.

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A/N- Don’t you love when the ghosts of the dead haunt the mc’s? I love that trope! Also if Satoru somehow lives in the manga wouldn’t a sequel of this series be cool?

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[ravennaortiz]

Could I get 3 and 14 with Happy, please? I think he deserves someone to protect him for a change 💜 whether he likes it or not. Maybe angsty with a happy ending?

P.S. I love your works. I am always happy to see your posts! I haven't even watched Mayans yet (I don't know if I will. I got spoiled about what happens to Happy and I don't know if I can take it. He's my favorite.) but I still read the stories anyway. Keep up the awesomeness I will be around!

Thank you so much for your kind words! That means so much to me!

Oh no! I'm sorry that it was spoiled for you! Why don't we serve a little justice for Happy while we force him to let us protect him!

Prompt 3 Why did you save me & Prompt 14 Please, be okay. *I am so happy you paired these together!!!!*

The last few days had been a blur. You looked and felt like a zombie as you sat vigil next to the hospital bed of the only man you had ever truly loved. You blinked rapidly as the burning sensation of tears threatened to spill forth once more. Regret crushed you like waves in the ocean as you thought on how you had kept him a the distance. Looking over his prone body with tubes and lines going here and there and bruises that painted his skin you bowed your head as the tears trickled down. Please, be okay, you silently prayed.

You had never been very religious and always shook your head and rolled your eyes whenever you you heard or saw "thoughts and prayers" in the face of immense tragedy. You had become jaded over the years working in a Level 1 trauma hospital in a city riddled with violence. What does a prayer do to repair the damage done by bullets that ripped through the brain and body? How does a thought help revive the baby you are fruitlessly performing CPR on after it was abused for the only crime of crying?

A hand on your shoulder had you jumping and grabbing for your pistol. "Easy Lass" soother Chibs as he put his hands up. "Just coming to check in and see if I can get you to go home and get some rest" he continued as he sat in the empty chair on Happy's other side. "I wanna be here when he wakes up" you stated firmly as you wiped your tears away. Chibs nodded in understanding and the two of you sat silently each lost in your own thoughts.

"Did you use your own gun?" asked Chibs quietly as he kept his eyes glued to Happys face. You tensed slightly. You knew it was only a matter of time before word of the two dead Mayans made it back to Charming. "Yes" you replied looking down at the hands that had went from saving lives to taking lives so easily. You hadn't even thought of the danger you would be in nor did you care. They had hurt your Happy and you couldn't let them live. Chibs sighed as he rubbed his face. "Tig and I will take care of it going forward" he stated firmly waiting for you to nod before looking back to Happy.

*1 week later*

"Lay back down" you scolded for the hundredth time as you gently pushed Happy back onto the couch. The scowl on his face would have most people melting into a puddle but you just simply crossed your arms. "You're not a nice nurse. Kind of shitty to be honest" muttered Happy as he pulled the blanket back up pouting slightly. "Maybe don't be a shitty patient and I'd be a better nurse" you snapped back with a smirk as you handed him a glass of water and his medication.

Happy rolled his eyes to hide his smile. Once he took his medicine he grabbed your hand as you went to take the glass from him. "Why did you save me? I'm a killer, what happened to me was deserved" he questioned his eyes piercing your soul. "Because I'm in love with you" you replied with a gentle smile. "You deserve to be saved forever" you added before leaning down and kissing him.

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A Bit of Fun

Jung Sungchan x Reader

Word Count: 3,622

This fic is NSFW! Minors DNI!

Content warnings: Smut (Unprotected sex, some dirty talk, biting, creampie, blowjob), Some angst, Sungchan is a tad possessive at the end, suggestive conversations. If there are any that I missed please let me know!

Author's Note: This fic was inspired by this ask that I got a few months ago. I'm so sorry it took so long for this fic to come out, but I hope that you like it if you're the anon that sent the ask! Even if you're not, I hope you have as much fun reading this as I did writing it. Feedback is always appreciated! I also want to add that this fic is not beta read.

Fic is under the cut.

You were starting to regret going shopping with your best friend, Yeji, and her roommate, Miyeon. Yeji was insistent that she needed a new dress for her boyfriend’s party that night. In truth, however, she and Miyeon were trying to help you forget about your ex. The problem with that was that everything reminded you of Donghyuck. The dress that Miyeon had picked out was his favorite color. The shop’s speakers played your song. No matter what it was, every little thing made you think of the man that had broken your heart.

“(Y/N), are you coming to Eunseok’s party tonight?” Miyeon’s question pulled you out of your thoughts.

“Oh, yeah, I am. I haven’t been out without Donghyuck in a while, it’s gonna be fun.”

“You should try to hook up with somebody,” Yeji interjected, “You know, get over Donghyuck by getting under someone else.”

“Yeji!” you and Miyeon said at the same time.

“What? It’s how I got over Jaemin. Plus, the guy that I ended up hooking up with was Eunseok. And now we’ve been dating for almost a year.”

“I have seen how happy Eunseok makes you,” you said.

“Just please be careful,” Miyeon added. “I know that you really wanna get over Donghyuck, but I don’t want you to get hurt. The guys you used to hook up with didn’t exactly have your best interest at heart.”

“Thanks, Miyeon. I appreciate you looking out for me.”

“I really hate to break up this sweet moment of my two best friends bonding, but if you’re going to the party tonight, you should also probably pick a new dress, (Y/N),” Yeji said.

“Good idea, I really wanna catch people’s attention tonight.”

After you picked a dress, Yeji dropped you off at home. As you started to get ready you decided to take Yeji’s advice. Your roommate was out of town for the week, so tonight was the perfect time to try to meet someone to have a little fun with. Hopefully, the extra care you took while doing your hair and makeup would mean that you’d catch the eye of a handsome stranger.

It took you longer than usual to get ready, so when you showed up at Eunseok’s apartment, the party had already started. You never liked being late, but tonight you didn’t mind since it seemed to work in your favor. All eyes were on you, and people liked what they saw. The bright pink dress you had bought earlier hugged your curves perfectly and showed off just the right amount of cleavage. Your makeup was simple but still flattered your features. The best part of your look, in your eyes, was your hair. It was styled in loose waves, framing your face.

It wasn’t a handsome stranger that caught your attention at the party. It was someone that you already knew. Well, you kind of knew Sungchan, but the two of you weren’t close. He was the drummer in Eunseok’s band. You had seen him around a lot going to shows with Yeji, but he never usually caught your eye. Tonight, however, he looked too good for you to not be interested. He was dressed casually, but it was obvious that he knew he looked good. His red t-shirt suited him perfectly, and the jeans he was wearing fit him just right. After staring at him for what felt like forever, you decided to walk over and strike up a conversation.

“Hi, Sungchan right? I’m (Y/N).”

“Yeah. I’ve seen you around before, you’re Yeji’s friend, aren’t you?”

“Yes, I am. She actually invited me tonight.”

“Well, I’m happy that she did, you look fucking sexy.”

“You don’t look too bad, yourself. Red is definitely your color.”

“Based on the blush on your cheeks, I’d say that red looks good on you too,” he said with a wink.

You smiled at the compliment and said, “Do you wanna dance?”

“Sure, lead the way.”

Grabbing his hand, you led him to where other people were dancing. You started to sway your hips in time with the song, and if the look in his eyes was anything to go by, he was extremely interested in the way you moved. He wrapped his arms around your waist and started to sway with you. It was obvious to anyone that saw the two of you that there was chemistry. He was looking at you like you were the sexiest woman he’d ever seen, and you were looking at him like nothing else in the world mattered.

After a few songs, his hands found their way to your ass, and you felt a shiver run up your spine. He leaned into your ear and whispered, “Do you like that?” You nodded, and he squeezed gently. The gasp that slipped out of your mouth made Sungchan chuckle.

You decided to return the favor by kissing him with everything you had. He let out a small noise of surprise, and when you pulled away it was your turn to laugh. The smile on his face when you laughed made your heart feel like it was on fire. You wanted him, and you wanted him now. So, you leaned closer and whispered, “We should take this back to my place. I think we’d have a lot more fun there.”

“What kind of fun did you have in mind?”

“Whatever you want.”

“Well in that case, let’s go.”

You quickly found Yeji and Miyeon to let them know you were leaving with Sungchan. Yeji cheered, and Miyeon looked worried. You reassured her that you would be safe, and that seemed to make her feel better. Before you knew it you were leading Sungchan to your car, desperate to get home as soon as possible.

The drive back to your apartment was filled with anticipation, especially with Sungchan teasing you as you drove. He made comments about how seeing you so focused on driving was a turn-on, and how he couldn’t wait to see what you had in mind when the two of you got back to your apartment. His hand on your thigh also didn’t help with the arousal between your legs that was almost too much to bear.

When you finally got back to your apartment, you practically dragged Sungchan to your room. Once you were there, however, he took full control. Within seconds he had you pinned to your bed, his lips quickly finding their way to your neck. You let out a small moan, which only egged him on. After a few more minutes of teasing, he pulled away just long enough to admire the small hickeys left along your collarbone before he leaned in and kissed you.

His lips felt like heaven, and you almost felt like you could stay just where you were and be content. Almost. You could feel how hard he was through his pants, and it was starting to drive you crazy. Plus, it had been months since the last time you had been fucked properly.

“Please just do something already,” you whined.

“I am doing something, I’m kissing you.”

“But I want more.”

You didn’t need to say anything else before Sungchan pulled your dress off, unhooked your bra, and threw your clothes on the floor, Then he started kissing all over your chest, leaving hickeys wherever he wanted. You loved the feeling of his mouth on you, but you still wanted more.

“Oh my god, just fuck me already!” you cried out in desperation.

As soon as the words left your mouth, something snapped. Sungchan needed you, and he needed you now. He stood up just long enough to rip clothes off while you made quick work of the little clothing you were still wearing. Before you knew it, he was on top of you again. His lips found their way back to your neck, and he aligned his tip with your pussy.

“Are you sure you want this?” he asked, lifting his head so the two of you were making eye contact.

“I’m sure. I want you inside me.”

He gently pushed his hips forward, and you gasped at the feeling as you threw your head back. It took a moment for Sungchan to adjust to the feeling of your walls around his cock, so for a minute he was still. Then, he grabbed your chin, making you look at him as he started to thrust in and out.

The room was filled with the sounds of your moans, Sungchan’s groans, and skin slapping skin as the two of you lost yourselves in pleasure. You had to admit, he was sexy like this. His mouth hung open, allowing you to hear just how you were making him feel.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned, “You’re taking it so well, baby.”

You could only moan in response. Something about the way he called you baby turned you on more than it probably should have. This man knew exactly how to drive you crazy, and you loved it.

It didn’t take much longer before you felt a familiar knot in the pit of your stomach. Based on the fact that you could feel Sungchan’s thrusts getting sloppier, it seemed like his own climax was approaching as well.

“I’m close,” you whimpered.

“I know, baby, me too,” he said, “Cum for me.”

The moment the words left his mouth he pulled you into a kiss and you felt your orgasm wash over you. Feeling you cum around his cock triggered Sungchan’s orgasm, and all you could think about as you felt him unloading inside you was how badly you wanted him to do it again. You were far too tired for that tonight, however. Once the two of you came down from your highs, he helped you clean up and held you until both of you drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, you were startled to find another person in your bed. Then, you remembered the events of the night before and started to relax. You rolled over and looked at Sungchan as he slept, smiling as you remembered the way he had made you feel the night before. You couldn’t linger, however, since you had plans to get coffee with Yeji and Miyeon in an hour. So, you got up and started to get ready for your day.

Once you were done brushing your teeth, you returned to your room to find Sungchan getting dressed. For a moment you considered looking away, but considering you had seen everything the night before, you weren’t too concerned. When he turned around and saw you, he smiled and said, “What are you looking at?”

“You. Why? Is that a problem?”

“No, I was just gonna ask if you like what you see.”

“Was last night not enough of an indicator that the answer to that is yes?”

“No, it was, I just like hearing you say it.”

You rolled your eyes at that and decided to ask if you could see Sungchan again soon. He happily agreed, handing you his phone so you could put your number in. You sent him a quick text so that he had your number as well, then finished getting ready for coffee with your friends.

You and Sungchan ended up leaving your apartment around the same time. He left to go home so he could get ready for band practice with Eunseok, and you left for your favorite café. When you got there, you found Yeji and Miyeon sitting at your usual table discussing the party the night before. Miyeon greeted you when she saw you, and Yeji excitedly asked what happened after you left with Sungchan.

“I don’t know if I should say,” you mumbled as you remembered what had happened.

“Oh, come on, now you have to tell us!” Yeji said, louder than she should have.

“No, she doesn’t,” Miyeon said. “If she doesn’t feel comfortable with it you shouldn’t make her.”

“It’s ok, Miyeon.” You turned to Yeji and smiled, adding “I won’t go into detail, but I will say that you were right about getting over Donghyuck by getting under someone else. Sungchan is incredible in bed.”

Yeji cheered, and Miyeon smiled. Both your friends were happy to hear that you were finally moving on. Miyeon voiced her concerns about you getting your heart broken again, but you assured her that you weren’t looking for anything serious with Sungchan.

The three of you continued to chat and drink coffee until Yeji had to leave. After she waved goodbye, Miyeon turned to you and said “I’m happy to hear that you’re getting over Donghyuck. Just be safe, please.”

“You got it!” you said, pulling her into a hug. The two of you parted ways, and you got a message from Sungchan. It simply said, “We’re playing a show tonight, will you come?” You smiled and sent back a message promising to attend.

That night when Sungchan was preparing to perform, he was full of anxiety. Usually he had no problem performing, but he had to admit that knowing you were in the audience was making him nervous. He liked you a lot, and he really wanted to impress you.

You got to the bar with Yeji and Miyeon shortly before the show was about to start, and Yeji quickly found the three of you a spot near the stage. When Sungchan, Eunseok, and the rest of their band came onstage to perform, the crowd that had gathered erupted into cheers. Eunseok quickly introduced the band, then they started to play.

The second the show started; you couldn’t keep your eyes off of Sungchan. His charisma was already evident when he wasn’t on stage, but when he was on stage anyone that saw him could tell that he was passionate about music as well. He loved playing, and you loved to watch him.

When the concert ended, you quickly found Sungchan to say hello. The moment he saw you he grinned and asked what you thought about the show.

“You guys are incredible. It’s obvious that you love what you do, and your energy onstage is infectious.”

“Thanks,” he mumbled as he blushed, “you look good tonight.”

“Thank you, you don’t look too bad yourself.”

“Would you like to come back to my place? Eunseok is sleeping at Yeji’s tonight, so we’ll have the apartment to ourselves.” Sungchan could only hope that he didn’t look as nervous as he felt.

“I’d love to, I just need to let Yeji know since she drove me here.”

You quickly found your friend, letting her know that you didn’t need a ride home. She gave you a knowing smile and told you to have fun. Once the two of you got in the car, you felt a familiar tension. Based on how he looked at you when he parked, you guessed that Sungchan felt it too.

The moment you were through the door he pushed you against it and kissed you. After what felt like eternity, he pulled away for air. When he did this, he briefly let go of you, so you took the opportunity to drop to your knees. You looked up at him and said, “Can I?” He quickly nodded and started to unbutton his pants.

You gently moved his hands back to his sides and finished removing his pants and boxers. After ensuring he was ok with it once again, you quickly took him in your mouth and started to move your head along his shaft. He groaned and moved his hands to your hair, pulling slightly.

As you continued sucking his cock, it was obvious that Sungchan was enjoying it. He was quieter than the last time you had slept together, but he had started to gently thrust into your mouth. The more he reacted to your movements the more you realized you loved watching him lose himself in pleasure.

Eventually his thrusts got faster and sloppier. In response you decided to toy with him a bit, swirling your tongue around the head of his cock. He let out a loud moan and tried to warn you that he was close. Before the words came out, however, he was cumming in your mouth, a combination of various swear words and moans of your name leaving his lips.

Once you swallowed all of it, Sungchan helped you off the floor and finally led you to his room. However, you decided to end your activities there for the night, instead opting to get to know each other better. You learned that his dream was to be a famous musician, and that his friendship with Eunseok went back to when the two were in elementary school. He learned that you had known Yeji basically your entire life since your parents were close friends, and that your dream was to own your own café instead of working in someone else’s like you had been. The two of you continued to learn new things about each other until you were too tired to continue talking, at which point you drifted to sleep holding each other.

For a while, this was your relationship with Sungchan. The two of you hooked up after every show, plus whenever one of you was lonely late at night. The arrangement was fine, but over time you started to want something more. Sure, Sungchan was incredibly attractive, but he was also kind, funny, and confident. You considered telling him about your feelings, but you didn’t want to drive him away if they weren’t reciprocated.

Then something happened that took you by surprise. It started just like any other time. You texted Sungchan asking him to come over. He did, and he fucked you until you could barely walk. Then came the aftercare. In the months since you had started hooking up, this had become your favorite part. He helped you get cleaned up every time you two slept together, no matter how tired he was after. Then the two of you settled into bed, and you talked about whatever silly things had happened that day. Except this time, before you could share your typical stories about work and spending time with Yeji and Miyeon, Sungchan said something that you never expected to hear.

“I think I want more than this.”

“What?”

“I want more than this. I don’t wanna just be the guy that you fuck when you’re bored. I wanna be able to call you mine.”

His words made your heart do backflips in your chest, and you were speechless. He actually felt the same way that you did.

“(Y/N)? Was that too much? I’m sorry, I guess I shouldn’t have said- “

“No, no, no, it’s ok, really. I’ve wanted something more for a while now, I was just surprised that you did too.”

“So, does this mean- “

“That I’d like to be your girlfriend? Yes, it does,” you said with a grin.

He smiled and pulled you into another kiss. This one, however, felt different. Rather than the lust that had fueled his earlier actions, this kiss felt full of love. You pulled away with a smile, then the two of you settled into a comfortable silence as sleep overtook you.

A few weeks after you and Sungchan made it official, you decided to go to the club together for a bit of fun after a difficult day. When you got there the music was blasting, and all you wanted was to drag your boyfriend to the dance floor. However, you were interrupted by an all too familiar voice calling your name.

“(Y/N), hi!”

You turned around and your expression changed to one of surprise upon seeing who it was. “What do you want, ‘Hyuck?” you asked.

“I just wanted to say hi and catch up. You look gorgeous tonight by the way.”

“Thank you.” You couldn’t help but smile a bit at his words. You still hated his guts, but he had always been a smooth talker. “How are you doing?”

“I’m doing a hell of a lot better now that I’ve run into you.”

Sungchan immediately wanted to beat the shit out of Donghyuck. He held back, however, because he refused to get arrested on your first proper night out as a couple. Donghyuck seemed disinterested in Sungchan, however, as he continued looking at you like you had come to the club alone.

“Would you like to dance?” Donghyuck asked as he held his hand out to you.

Before you could answer, Sungchan piped up and said, “She’s here with me, asshole. Go find someone else to dance with.”

“I wasn’t talking to you; I was talking to (Y/N).”

“I’m not interested, ‘Hyuck, leave me alone,” you said.

He scowled at you and walked away, finding someone else to flirt with. You turned back to Sungchan, but before you could ask him to dance, he asked “What the hell? Why were you smiling at him like that?”

“I was trying to be nice!”

“You were flirting with him.”

“No, I was not.”

“Then why were you looking at him like you wanted to fuck him?”

“I was just smiling because he said something nice! What is with you?”

“Maybe I just don’t like when my girlfriend is visibly interested in someone else.”

“Sungchan, I was not interested in him! Donghyuck is my ex!”

“Whatever, we’re leaving,” Sungchan said as he dragged you out the door of the club.

“Why are we leaving?”

“We are leaving so I can fuck you until the only name you can remember is mine.”

This was going to be a long night, but you were never one to complain about that. Seeing your boyfriend so jealous was hot.

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Haii! I was wondering if you can do a Steve Randle x M!Reader? :3

“love grows where my rosemary goes and nobody knows like me”

steve randle x m!reader

warnings: so much fluff that its actually sickening (and darry being everyones father figure, queue disappointed darry)

summary: the four times reader wanted to kiss steve and the one time he did.

a/n: still trying to figure out the personality of the outsiders characters so i apologize in advance. also sorry for taking literally forever to get this out, i was so busy with school work and honestly was in a writing slump. ik you said male reader but its not very specific tbh. ps i loved writing this request with my whole heart <33

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one

“No it’s not!”

“Yes it is!”

Steve and I were about twenty minutes deep into an argument about wether chocolate cake or vanilla cake is better.

“Tell me one reason why vanilla is better than chocolate!”

Clearly, Steve was very sensitive about this topic. The only reason I wasn’t giving him this argument was because it was honestly kind of funny seeing how angry he got over something so unimportant like flavour of cake.

“It’s just my personal preference! Why can’t you accept that!”

Steve’s face finally seemed to have contorted to a more calm expression. He probably had realized how silly of an argument this was and wanted to stop. Although, instead of him stopping he just simply… walked away.

“Steve! Where are you going?”

“I am going to get both vanilla and chocolate cake and we are going to test them together. If I like the vanilla better than you win, if you like chocolate better than I win. Deal?”

“Fine, just because I want this argument to be over.”

He slightly chuckled at that statement and I swear my heart stopped then and there.

His laugh.

His laugh.

Every time I heard his laugh it was like the first time I had ever heard it before and I fell in love with him all over again.

I just want to be more than friends.

two

The whole gang was currently having a sleepover at the Curtis house, it was a bit small for all of us but we make it work

Right now though, Two-bit, Steve, and Sodapop were having an argument about which movie we were going to watch.

what is it with Steve and arguing with people?

I had no clue what they were even talking about anymore as I just sat back and listened. Darry had gone out to get the snacks for the movie, which was a big mistake leaving everyone unsupervised. Johnny and Ponyboy were both on the floor leaning against the couch, about to drift to sleep. Finally, Dally was out on the porch smoking, probably sick and tired of hearing the the boys argue.

Even though I didn’t know what they were talking about, I was on Steve’s side. No matter what. He just looks so passionate about what he is talking about and he is the perfect volume between yelling and talking, to where its not annoying but he is still getting his point across.

He is literally perfect.

And then Darry comes back with the snacks and most definitely sees me looking at Steve with love in my eyes and I am now regretting the fact that I cannot hide my emotions.

God, I am so far gone.

three

It seemed that I couldn’t hang out with Steve alone anymore because it was the third time this week that one or more of the gang member interrupted us.

Steve and I were just as the diner by ourselves because we hadn’t had a one-on-one conversation in a while and we wanted to catch up. That is when the whole rest of the gang comes in and decides to plop themselves right at our booth, which could barely fit all of us.

Steve and I were still across from each other though, and we both gave look that said “I want to kill them for interrupting us”. We didn’t even engage in conversation with the rest of the gang, we just talked to each other.

Steve had just made a joke and I was now dying laughing. It wasn’t even that funny but it was to me and to him. After I was done with my laughing fit, I looked at Steve and we made eye contact.

Since when were his eyes so pretty?

We held eye contact for about three second, smiling like idiots, before both getting flustered and looking away.

Before either of us could say anything, Sodapop engaged Steve in a conversation.

four

I had been having an absolute shit day. First, I had woken up late, missed the school bus and inevitably had to walk to school. Second, none of the gang was at school today. None of them. Johnny and Ponyboy where on a class field trip to God knows where and Two-bit was sick with the flu. I felt more like an outsider than I usually do. Third, I got an F on an exam that is worth 30% of our semester grade. That was going to do damage.

Honestly, the only thing that I could look forward to was going to the DX after school. I wanted to see my bestfriend.

So, finally, the school day was over and I walked over to the DX, which is luckily only about a 5 minute walk from my school.

I walked through the door and immediately spotted Sodapop.

“Hey Soda! Where’s Steve?” I asked him, anxious to find my bestfriend.

“Gee, thanks for asking me how I’m doing Y/N. He’s in the back.” Soda replies sarcastically.

I just roll my eyes at him and head to the back where Steve is.

“Hey Steve!” I say, excited to finally be able to be with him after my long day.

“Oh, hey Y/N. How was your day?” Steve replies, turning around when he heard my voice. I always loved how considerate he was of my feeling and making sure that I’m okay.

“Honestly? Pretty shit.” I say nonchalantly, as if that was the normal response.

“Oh, why is that?” Steve asks, his face scrunches a little in confusion and worry.

“Just a lot. It was pretty stressful today.” I say exasperated.

“Well, how about this, we go to the drive in, just you and me, and we get dinner afterwards too. It’s all on me. Deal?” Steve offers.

“Steve you don’t need to do all of that for me.” I sigh at him. Sometimes he too considerate.

“Hey. Yes I do, it is my job as your bestest friend to take care you.” He says, grabbing my chin in the process. I genuinely thought I was going to faint. I mean like actually. Steve was grabbing my chin. And it sounded like he wanted to take me on a date? What a world I am living in.

five

The gang had just gotten out of a rumble with the socs and Steve was hurt. Bad. We had gotten to the Curtis house after the rumble and he just locked himself in the bathroom. This is very unlike Steve.

“Steve, come on, please let me in. I just want to see you.” I plead outside of the door of the bathroom, not caring that the others can see and hear me.

Quickly, the door opens and I get pulled into the bathroom and then the door shuts again.

Steve is shirtless with his wound on full display. Some fucking idiot soc had brought a blade to the rumble and had been able to get a clean cut right across Steve’s upper chest. Steve was looking to the ground, as if he was ashamed.

“Oh Steve.” I say softly, instinctively getting the first aid kit out.

“Can I please help clean your cut and bandage it?” I ask Steve lowering my head so I can look him in the eyes. He nods softly, still not looking directly at me.

I disinfect his wound, trying to be as quick and careful as possible because if I heard one more sad whimper from him, I was going to cry.

“Hey, look at me Steve. I know it hurts but you will be okay.” I say trying to comfort him because seeing him so sad and hurt, pains me.

“I’m just, I feel like I disappointed everyone tonight, you know? Like, I should have been able to protect myself, protect you but I couldn’t do it right.” He says, tears now rolling down his cheeks.

I couldn’t stand it. I couldn’t stand the fact that he was here, in front of me, talking bad about himself. He was as perfect as human can be and he is worried about protecting, me? I’m not even injured.

In fact, I couldn’t stand it so much, that I did the only thing I could think of to comfort him.

I kissed him.

I captured his lips in a very light and soft kiss that was barely even there, yet it lasted for a while and was so electric. At first, he was just frozen with shock and I was worried I did something wrong. Then, he melted into the kiss just as I was and it was a beautiful moment.

We eventually broke apart and looked into each other’s eyes and I finally saw his dopey and joyful smile that I loved so much.

“Boy, do we have some explaining to do to the gang.”

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