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AO3] The perfect moment is one filled with messy hair, pjâs, and hot cocoa. Day 01 â to: my true love (Sylus/Reader) Day 02 â do you want to build a snowman? (it doesn't have to be a snowman) (Zayne/Reader) Day 03 â in a gingerbread house built for two (Rafayel/Reader) Day 04 â you shine like the stars, you light up my heart (Xavier/Reader) Day 05 â âtis the damn season and deck them goddamned halls (Sylus/Reader) A/N: I started writing this immediately after the last oneâŚâŚ.and if you saw my tumblr posts chronicling my descent into horninessâŚ.no, you did not. Anyway. That One Zayne Post was not an outline for this. I was. Going through something. â¨ď¸This is a wholesome seriesâ¨ď¸ Tag list: @miudle @alfredosaws @nezukoo-channn @voidsylus @rose-tinted-kalopsia @lavlynyan ă request to be added ă
To you, every moment with Zayne felt like a present, always unexpected, always delightful, and every single one you cherished with all of your heart.
You greedily collected all of the precious moments in life, tucking them away in your memories for safekeeping. With Zayne, it seemed you had an abundance of cherished moments, with so many innocuous snapshots that filled you with such wonderous joy when you reminiscence.
The best days always seemed to be the ones alone with him doing nothing, and yet it meant everything to you.
In the kitchen, with your hair up in a messy bun and dressed in only Zayneâs white dress shirt much too big for you, you hummed and danced happily as you gathered items from the cupboard. As you scavenged for everything you needed, you realized Zayne had moved the hot cocoa to a higher shelf. Frowning, you leaned up on your tiptoes, arm outstretched for the cannister just within sight. Just before the pads of your fingers brushed against the container, another arm reached for the same item, easily grabbing it off the shelf. You gasped, looking up and meeting Zayneâs gentle smile.
âIs this what you wanted to grab?â he asked.
You turned around, your back touching the counter, and Zayne keeping you enclosed in this tight space. You nodded happily before frowning. âWhy did you move it up so high?â
âIt wasnât intentional,â he said, explaining, âI was reorganizing the shelves by the different types of beverages, and coffee and tea outnumbered the hot cocoa.â
You laughed at his reasoning.
Zayne frowned. âWhy are you laughing at me?â
You shook your head and leaned up to kiss his cheek. âYouâre cuteâin a perfectionist sort of way,â you said before walking away with the cannister of hot cocoa, missing the beginning of Zayneâs ears turning a light shade of red.
You resumed humming as you checked the countertop.
Sprinkles, marshmallows, whipped cream and many other sweet treats were neatly arranged on the counter, creating a little mini hot cocoa bar.
Zayne approached you and peered at the counter curiously. âWhatâs all this?â
âA hot cocoa bar,â you chirped brightly. âI thought it would be fun if we make our own hot cocoa.â
He smiled. âIt is a perfect day for one,â Zayne agreed.
His eyes traveled across the counter, pausing at two items of interest.
Zayne looked on in amusement when he noticed the two mugs prepared. âSo, is this one mine?â he asked, holding up one that says âhello gorgeous,â his smile seemed to widened in delight at seeing your pinked cheeks when he purposely turned so the phrase was aimed at you. âI will take that as a yes, and I supposeâŚthis one is yours?â
âWellâŚâ Before you could hide your mug, Zayne had swiped it from you, picking it up and turning it around, pretending to examine it, though you both knew he was messing with you right now. He smirked as he read the text on the mug, ââHello handsomeâ.â
He looked at you pointedly, his suggestive smile making your heart skipped a beat, because he truly did look so, so handsome in this moment. Still dressed in his pjâs with unkempt hair, he looked nothing like he usually did during work days. At home, particularly around you, he seemed much more relaxed and casual, letting his guard completely lowered in your presence.
Your cheeks seemed to burn hotter under his cool gaze. âTheyâreâŚa set,â you tried to explain feebly.
âIndeed,â he agreed, handing you back your mug, âI like them.â
You were practically brimming with joy at his comment.
âNow,â Zayne started slowly, his eyes traveling across the counter, taking in the array of preparations you had made. He tilted his head to the side curiously with a teasing smile on his lips. âThis is not a trap, is it?â
âA trap?â you questioned, confused as you furrowed your brows.
âYouâre not going to scold me, are you?â
Realization dawned on you, and you answered hesitantly, âIâI trust you,â you said, but Zayneâs look of disbelief had you backtracking immediately. âWell, this is not an everyday thing. Occasionally is fine.â
Zayne hummed in agreement.
âWhy do I have to tell a doctor this anyway,â you mumbled to yourself, but Zayne heard every word.
âI practice what I preach,â he cut in with his own frown.
âReally?â It was your turn to look at him skeptically. âGreyson mentionedââ
âGreyson, perhaps, has a bit too much idle time at the hospital,â Zayne quipped, âThat should be remedied.â
âOh, Zayne, donât bully him!â
âI would not,â he said pointedly. He grabbed your wrist and with a gentle tug, he pulled you to him. Your hands rested on his firm chest, your widened eyes darting up to meet his, surprised by this sudden closeness. Zayne reached down and brushed aside the little strands of hair that framed your face. âI feel like I am the one being targeted by everyone.â
You sulked. âOnly because we care about you.â
Zayneâs hand paused, resting on your cheek. You turned, pressing a kiss to his palm before placing both of your hands over his larger one. You gently caressed his hand, your eyes looking to him with such sweet tenderness, it made him smile before he sighed resignedly, his hand pulled back and his arms now wrapped around you, keeping you held firmly in his embrace. Instinctively, your burrowed into his warmth, your own arms encircled around him.
âShould we get started then?â
You answered with a grin and pulled away from him.
âOkay, hot water or milk?â you asked him suddenly, âThere is a correct answer.â
Zayne pondered, and then smirked as he answered, âMilk.â
âDing-ding-ding! Correct!â you cheered. Retrieving the carton of milk from the fridge, you poured enough for two servings into an enamel milk pan on the stove, letting it gently warm up as you and Zayne made other preparations.
âPlain chocolate or peppermint?â
âPeppermint,â Zayne answered, smiling when you dropped a green chocolate sphere into his mug. âNow what is this?â
âItâs a hot cocoa bomb. Isnât it cute?â you asked while placing a similar one into your own mug. From the corner of your eye, you noticed Zayne picked up the little sphere to examine. You refrained from laughing as you watched Zayne eyed it with the same curiosity as a cat would with a Christmas ornament.
Fitting for the Yuletide occasion, the chocolate sphere was shaped just like a Christmas ornament, the deep sage color and light shimmer of edible glitter made it reminiscent of the holiday. Surprised, Zayne was able to catch a faint whiff of peppermint from it.
âInteresting,â he said as he carefully placed it back into his mug.
âExtra chocolately?â you asked, and when Zayne nodded, you dropped a few spoonsful of hot cocoa powder into his mug and yours as well.
âThe milk looks ready,â Zayne commented when he noticed the milk was simmering just below the boiling point. He turned off the stove and retrieved the milk pan. Carefully, he poured an equal amount of milk into both mugs, watching with almost childlike curiosity as the two chocolate bombs instantly melted from contact with the hot liquid.
Placing the pan aside, he accepted the spoon you handed to him. You both stirred your hot cocoa, accelerating the melting and emulsifying the beverage. From there, whipped cream, sprinkles, additional crushed peppermints and a snowflake-shaped marshmallow adorned the mug, creating the indulgent hot cocoa of your dream.
âCheers!â you and Zayne said simultaneously, and the two mugs clinked together. You both drank from your respective mug, laughing when you noticed the whipped cream mustache on the other.
âHold still,â Zayne said with a soft chuckle.
Compliant but also confused, you gasped when Zayne easily lifted you off the floor and set you on top of the counter. One hand rested behind on the countertop to steady your balance, your other still held your mug firmly. When you turned to face Zayne, he had already leaned forth, catching you by surprise when he seized your lips, kissing and savoring the lingering taste of whipped cream and chocolate on your lips. As you instinctively kissed him back, you also tasted the same sweetness on his own lips, wanting more and more.
âAhâZayneâŚâ You nervously set your mug down to the side, your hands reaching up to settle on his shoulders. âMmâŚâ
He licked the lingering whipped cream from your upper lip, giving you another light nip before he pulled back. His arms wrapped around you and he rested his head on your shoulder, his face tucked into the crook of your neck. You could hear him inhaling deeply, and then a soft sigh escaped.
âYou smell so sweet,â he murmured, breathing in deeply again, his lips pressing along your neck to leave little kisses.
âM-must be my lotionâŚâ you said absently, feeling a warmth spreading as he continued to lavish you with kisses, the heat of his body against yours growing stronger.
âIs that so?â He kissed your cheek, his lips lingering long enough for you to notice. For that brief instance, it seemed like he was pondering before he asked, âVanilla?â
âYesâŚâ
He laughed softly. Zayne rested his forehead against yours, his eyes peering down at you with so much affections. âYou look beautiful, my love,â he murmured.
âStop itâŚâ you said, embarrassed as your cheeks turned a light shade of pink. âMy hair is so messyâŚIâm not dressed properlyâŚandâŚâ
He reached down and grabbed your free hand, raising it to his lips. âYouâre always beautiful in my eyes,â he said, adding mischievously, âEven more so when dressed in nothing but my shirt.â
âZayneâŚâ
He picked up his mug of hot cocoa, holding it out to you. âHello gorgeous.â
You laughed, feeling a bit silly but also delighted as you grabbed yours to clink with his mug again. âHello handsome.â
How serendipitous.
Among the billions of people in the world, to have found each other in this life, to know that he was yours and you were his.
How wonderful, how enchanting, how perfect was this life.
#love and deepspace#love and deepspace zayne#love and deepspace x reader#zayne x reader#lnds series â dreaming of a winter wonderland#love and deepspace fanfiction#lnds fanfics#x â fanfics#iâŚdonât think iâll be able to finish the series in time with the holidays#the remaining fics will probably go up gradually in the following days after christmasâŚ#if only i didnât lose those four days of writing :â(
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@things-arent-what-they-seem66
(Dream)
It was another beautiful day in Eden. The sun was shining, the flowers were at full bloom, the animals were playing, and sitting by the creek was a certain couple. The lovers held each other tightly as they snuggled up close. Adam sighed blissfully as his head was ducked under the angels chin. Adam: Luci?
Lucifer: Yes my dove?
Adam: Can I ask you for a favor?
Lucifer: Of course simply ask me for anything and it is yours. My power knows no bounds.
Adam: Can you make me a promise?
That got the angel to tilt his head curiously.
Lucifer: What kind of promise?
Adam: That youâll never leave me. Or the pup.
He said placing a hand on his still smooth belly. They had both found out right after his heat had ended. The angel sensing a new life forming in him. While both were joyous at first, Adam had lingering fears. He was already scared at the thought of the angels finding out.
He didnât want to know what theyâd do to it. As well as scared that they would separate the two mates. He shuddered at the thought. Lucifer kissed his head reassuringly.
Lucifer: Adam I promise to never stray from your side. My word is as good as golden.
Adam smiled and went back to listening to the tranquil sounds of the garden.
(End of dream)
Adam groaned as he woke up. He sat up in his bed and rubbed any remaining sleep out of his eyes. He hated that once sweet memory with a passion. Adam: (scoffs) Some promise.
A knock came from the door and a familiar voice came through.
Lute: Sir, todayâs the day. Itâs almost time.
Extermination day
A grin formed on his face as he got out of bed and got ready. These past six months have been rough, especially Lucifer and Lilithâs child trying to cause trouble. Trying to preach about redemption and peace. As if that would ever happen. Now it was time to go down there and put the brat back in her place.
He wrapped his large chest, binding it tightly. Before putting on his special robes. The ones he only reserved for E day. All was missing was his mask to which he put it on happily. He loved it when the last thing a sinner saw was his manic mask before bashing their skull in.
He exited his apartment where his lieutenant was waiting for him. All geared up and ready to go. He couldnât help but feel a sense of pride emitting from him as he stared at the angel. He loved all the exorcists as though they were his own. He especially loved Lute for her dedication and loyalty, it was so hard to find that. The two shared a manic smile.
Adam: Letâs do this.
They made their way outside the gates of Heaven where the rest of his girls were waiting. Each year he always gave them a speech before heading out, this one was no different.
Adam: Today we will go down to the hotel and slaughter every single sinner that resides in there. The princess unfortunately must be left alone for she has protection from both the treaty and her parents. However, her precious demons arenât and you know who else doesnât have immunity? Your dear sister Vagatha!
A chorus of angry yells and boos echoed throughout the exorcists.
Adam: Vagatha has betrayed you all by going against her duty to Heaven and spreading her legs for the princess! For that she shall pay
Lute: YEAH LETS RIP VAGGIEâS CUNT OUT OF HER MOUTH!!!!
Adam: âŚWhat the, can you just, chill Lute. (Shakes head) Anyways whoever brings me the head of the traitor can have her old spot as third of command!
That got the girls excited. Adam: Now with that out of the way, ATTACK!!!
A portal opened up before them as they descended down to the depths of Hell.
The First Anti-Christ
@things-arent-what-they-seem66
(excuse me for the long prologue)
Anti Christ, the child of the fallen one, the devil. Everyone knows of the name and what it means. However, they donât know of WHO that child is do they? Everyone thinks that the child will make themselves known as they bring on the end of humanity. What people donât realize is that the anti-Christ has already walked upon the Earth.
In fact he was the first to be born on the planet. You see he was one of the very first humans. The very first child and son of the mother of humanity, Adam the first omega. His name was Cain.
Now many must be wondering on how this came to be. Why did it happen. How and why did the first omega manage to give birth to the fallen oneâs offspring. All will be explained here, in this story.
A long, long, long, time ago when the Earth was still young the creator of it had decided on what its final inhabitants would be. They were called humans, the very first of their kind. He made them into something special. With their names came their designations.
Lilith the first woman and alpha
Adam the first man and omega
He made the two to be companions, to watch over another as one would for a friend or as he hoped like siblings. However, his other creations had other plans. While the Lord was busy attending to his purpose of watching over the universe. The other creations, the angels went down to the humans and they told the two that they were more than just companions. They told them that they were mates and they would bring forth true humanity.
Both were confused and asked how? The angels told them that once a month Adamâs womb would welcome Lilithâs seed and instructed him for when the time came for Adam to lay on his back and to spread his legs for his mate. When they heard of this both were rather disgusted by it. They hadnât known each other for long but they simply werenât compatible in that way. They couldnât even bother to be friends for they both had too many differences that often clashed with each other.
While Adam was energetic and outgoing, Lilith was reserved and careful. It would often cause arguments from the two, especially when it came to their duties. Their first duties, of naming and caring for everything in the garden. Lilith thought Adam to be immature. Adam thought Lilith to be demanding. Both seemed to think that nothing was ever good enough for each person. One thing they both could agree on is that they did not wish to be mates.
Still Adam did not wish to upset the angels and simply bowed his head and nodded submissively. They began to explain other sets of rules that both were to follow. Lilith as the alpha was to always provide and care for her omega. Adam as the omega was to always follow her way and submit to his alpha. Both were to bring children into this world.
Lilith would become the father of humanity. While Adam would become the mother of humanity.
Lilith, disgusted at the thought, disagreed wholeheartedly. She fled from the garden and away from the omega. Hoping to never set another foot in there again. She was found by someone, an angel of the Lord himself, whom she would soon call a friend and sometime after that a husband. Though she didnât trust him at first she eventually told the angel of why she ran from paradise.
The angel was shocked and confused. Why would his siblings do that? Why would they mess with his Fatherâs creations that way? He wanted so badly to go up there and tell his Father of what they had done to Lilith. He knew that they would somehow find a way to pin the blame onto him.
That is why he came up with a new plan. To meet and talk to Lilithâs supposed mate. What he didnât know at the time was that the omega was actually his true mate.
He crept into the garden, careful not to aware the elders of his presence. What awaited him in the garden was not what he expected. A true beauty, one that took his breath away. Though he had thought Lilith to be pretty. She was nothing compared to Adam.
His soft brown hair, honeyed eyes that sparkled, and tan skin that was splattered by freckles. His Lucious curves was enough to drive him insane. The angel managed to open his mouth and introduced himself. His name was Lucifer, the angel of light and Godâs most favored son.
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Louis smiling because of Lestat (+ Dreamstat)
#Interview with the Vampire#amc iwtv#iwtvedit#Louis de Pointe du Lac#Jacob Anderson#loustat#OTP: I didn't realize it was a gift#filmtvdaily#userbbelcher#cinemapix#userdosa#userveronika#sheisraging#userentertainments#tvarchive#smallscreensource#usertelevision#tvgifs#Rachel's edit tag#long post#gave myself psychic damage w this one#every single one of these smiles is so precious to me.#I don't have all their scenes downloaded so it's possible I'm missing a few. but this should be the majority of the smiles <3#when louis says ily for the first time lestat and I will both be screaming crying throwing up about it.#(and I mean that literally. rolin you better have lestat burst into tears when louis says it)
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BAND OF BROTHERS: EPISODE ONE + my favorite closeup shots
#bill guarnere#dick winters#carwood lipton#george luz#joe toye#luztoye#lewis nixon#donald hoobler#harry welsh#band of brothers#mine: gifs#did i need to include 10? no#but i love each of these and here's why#1 bc he's so absurdly cute and happy and carefree here it makes my heart melt#2 bc you can him trying so hard to keep his face neutral with sobel when he says 'what infractions sir?' and sobel says 'find some'#3 bc i could watch it all day... how does Lipton look so hot just moving his face like that???#4 bc there's no heterosexual explanation for this scene and i love these two being sexy goofballs together#5 bc it's the moment that almost single-handedly made Toye one of my earliest fave characters#6 bc that is literally Nix's expression when he sees Dick smiling tenderly at him... enough said#7 bc the early foreshadowing kills me UGHHH#8 bc he's pretty and glowing and there's that glimmer of mischief in his eyes#9 bc Harry is my most precious beloved wifeguy and goddamn what a smile#10 bc god it breaks my heart every time
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â SATORU GOJO IS THE HONORED ONE - AND HE'S MORE THAN HONORED TO BREED YOU ! â
⧠pairing: gojo satoru x sorcerer!reader
⧠summary: it's your duty as the wife of the clan head to help your husband get dressed -- even for battle. but that didn't mean he couldn't spend some time undressing you. aka fucking gojo in his shinjuku showdown outfit
⧠warnings: 18+, nsfw, smut, canon compliant, feral gojo, Ijichi featured, dom!gojo, breeding kink, dirty talk, oral (f), fingering (f! receiving), sex (p in v), mirror sex, clothed sex, creampie, implied multiple rounds, multiple positions, swearing,
⧠w/c: 7,946
⧠now playing: feature one of sab's kinktober
âPerfect,âÂ
The word slips from your lips without a second thought as you slip the haori over his shoulders, snow locks against the coal colored silk, slick as steel and light as a feather, yet carrying the heft of expense.Â
Just as your husband did.Â
Little words could describe Satoru Gojo â the most common being the strongest â unmatched strength that matched his flawless appearance and even more unsullied skill set. Curses would sooner exorcise themselves rather than face him, and those who didnât, well, they did not have long to linger on their mistake.Â
But you didnât think of him as the strongest. No, your husband was so much more than that. A teacher. A mentor. A friend. An idiot (but he would insist that he was your idiot, and he very much was). And he was perfect.Â
A remark you knew many would balk at, and even now â as you dressed your husband, at his insistence, fingers helping him pull the fabric over his body, before smoothing it over his muscle and the word fell from you without a second thought â you caught glimpse of a grimace on Ijichiâs face in the mirror.Â
âIjichi, you should go before I slap the shit out of you for your expression,â Ijichi squeaks in horror before slipping from the room, quiet click of the door welcoming silence, only for a moment, âwhat was that again, sweetheart?âÂ
You roll your eyes, âshould I really indulge you in making your ego any bigger? You may defeat Sukuna with just the sheer size and weight of it,â you tease, fingers smoothing and adjusting his haori.Â
âThink that would be a victory either way, sweetheart,â his fingers find yours, weaving with your own â miraculously soft even with bearing the weight of the world in his hands alone, âbut I donât want to win in such a boring way, especially to Sukuna,âÂ
âAnd whyâs that?â His lips curl.Â
âBecause I have to look cool in front of my precious students, donât I?â you see a hint of sadness linger in his gaze â and you hear the unspoken words, especially Megumi, but the smile slides back on as usual,  âI canât have myself embarrassing myself can I? Youâd never let me live it down,âÂ
âOh, no I wouldnât,â your fingers slide up to cup his cheek, âbut youâd expect nothing less from your wife, now would you?âÂ
And he grins, just as he did the day he had proposed to you, at the classroom at Jujutsu Tech where you first met, deep reds and oranges flooding the wood paneled room, painting it as it only could in the evenings, but even the sun paled in comparison to Satoru on his knee, lips curled in your favorite smile â the very one he gave you every day.Â
âMy wife,â he hums, and you have to stop yourself from biting your lip and tense your muscles so you didnât jump him then and there.Â
âWhat about it?â he runs the back of his fingers over your cheek.Â
âJust glad I convinced you to let us get married early,â not that it took much convincing at all â only a single look after he was unsealed and several minutes of making out later, and he had gotten Ijichi to get the registration and paperwork for him â the very papers Satoru had prepared before Shibuya, âbecause now youâre stuck with me, wifey,âÂ
You chuckle, your fingers finding his as they brushed your cheek, turning your head to kiss his fingers, âIâve been stuck with you from the moment we met,âÂ
And you had been â you hadnât known peace since he had thrown that Jujutsu Tech classroom door open all those years ago, with a welcome party prepared for you and the other first years, microphone in hand as he introduced each of you. And it wasnât his strength or his skill or even his stupidity that charmed you â but the goddamn smile on his lips.Â
Funny, how everyone was so preoccupied with his eyes, when every inch of his was just as captivatingâÂ
âThink youâre going to lose me now, Toru?â You rub your thumb across the length of his cheek, âdonât know if I could ever live without you,âÂ
âOh yeah?â he wraps his arms around your waist, his warm form enveloping you, âno regrets?âÂ
âOnly one,â and he tilts his head, blues gleaming with the low light of the room, catching like sunlight against waves, as your fingers traced down to the smooth silk of his clothes, âthat we never got married in a formal ceremony,âÂ
âIf I recall, you were in just as much of a rush as me,â his lips graze your jaw, threads of heat slipping up and down every inch of your body, a kiss pressed to the soft skin behind your ear, âyou barely wanted to even have the small ceremony we did,âÂ
âThatâs because someone kept touching me while I got ready,â and he did, as you changed into a dress you selected for the small ceremony â or rather you tried, as his warm palms slid up your body, his mouth covering your soft gasps and protests, âor do you forget that you nearly fucked me against the wall right outside the room we were going to marry?âÂ
âItâs not my fault my wife is so tempting, they say my technique is deadly, but you yourself are far more dangerous,â he hummed, another kiss against your cheek, as his thumb and forefinger cups your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze in the mirror, âwhy the want a formal ceremony anyway? If I remember, you said formal ceremonies were only for the attendees rather than the couple,âÂ
âWell, maybe I saw something that changed my mind,â or someone in somethingâ
âOh? And what could change my incredibly stubborn wifeâs mind?âÂ
You hate him â hate the teasing glint in his gaze because he knows exactly why, as he noses the hollow of your neck, lips grazing your flushed skin, âYou know why,â and he does, he sees it in the way your gaze lingers across his body, the way you shiver when his palm slips down your hip only to squeeze, and in the soft sound that leaves your lips when his fingers trace down your chin to the valley of your chest.Â
âIâd like to hear you say it, sweetheart,â he presses himself flush to your back, heat seeping through the fabric, just as his breath warmed your skin, âdonât tell me you forgot how to use your words,âÂ
âYouâre the worst,â and his chuckle reverberates against you, sending a shiver up your body, his hands sliding down the front of your shirt until he reaches the hem, fingers toying with the fabric.Â
âAnd what does that make you since you married me?âÂ
âA fool,â your lips curl, his eyes meeting yours, âbut a very smart one,â and he clicks his tongue.Â
âSo smart and yet she canât answer a simple question,â you sigh, and his fingers, finally, slide underneath against your bare stomach.Â
âYou just want me to stroke your ego,â and he grins at you in the mirror, robes nearly engulfing your form now.Â
âOh, thatâs not all I want you to stroke,â your snort is cut off by a gasp as his palms slide under your bra, âIâll just keep teasing you until you break,â and his fingers tease your pert nipples, a wave of heat headed straight for your cunt, âand yâknow I can, wifey.âÂ
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âHngh, Toru, pleaseââÂ
Satoru doesnât know what he loves more â the sound of his name on your lips, desperation on your tongue, the same tongue that he had tasted again and again or the sight of you below him, spread out on his desk, papers and books long crumpled and pushed onto the floor â but he doesnât need to choose a favorite thing when it comes to you.Â
Because every single thing is his favorite.Â
âIf you want me to stop, you can try, sweetheart,â he presses a kiss to your thigh, teeth grazing the soft flesh, another mark blooming among the rest, a field of reds and purples he could spend hours exploring, âdonât know how far youâd get,âÂ
His fingers press your thighs further apart, with the barest hint of strength, and youâre still utterly restrained under his touch â a lovely butterfly pinned for his viewing â and what a view it was.Â
âFucker,â you pout at him half-heartedly, your kiss ruined lips and fucked out gaze doing nothing to help your case, âwe were supposed to be getting you dressed forââÂ
âThen thereâs no problem,â his fingers tug your blouse over your head, your bra askew from his eager fingers, and his hand reaches around to undo the clasp. But he doesnât pull it away with his fingers, but instead bends down to away the intruding garment, âbecause youâre the only one getting undressed, sweets,âÂ
There was something about the thought â and the sight â of you completely bare for him, at his mercy naked and vulnerable, while he stood clad in the clothes meant for battle. His cock twitched, he supposed this was a battle of kind â as he pushed his sleeves up â a battle of how many times he could cum inside you.Â
âSatoruââ you squeal as he nearly rips away your panties, leaving you bare for him, your thighs closing on reflex, only for him to press them back apart, âfuckââÂ
âThatâs what Iâm trying to do, sweetheart,â he clicks his tongue, bringing your soaked panties to his nose to smell, before pocketing them, a grin on his lips, âa good luck charm,âÂ
You gape at him, half horrified and half amused at the thought of the Gojo elders somehow finding out that the Gojo clan headâs clothes had been defiled by your underwear â though you were sure they expected nothing less from Satoru Gojo. Â
But even so, you canât bring yourself to complain, âYou donât need luck to win,â and he scoffs lightly, his warm palm sliding up your thigh, lips pressing hot kisses up your shin, right to your knee, âyou just need to know Iâll kick your ass if you donât make it back in one piece to me,â your fingers run through his soft locks, before tracing over his cheek.Â
âI know, and the thought of you waiting for me is all I need,â he turns to your hand, lips pressing a kiss against the cool metal of your wedding ring, âand it wasnât for that,â and heâs shifting, settling fully between your thighs, lips inches from your sopping pussy, âitâs for making sure I can breed you right,âÂ
His fingers brush against your fluttering walls, index finger tracing the outer walls with the very tip, pulling and tugging until you were spread out completely, messy pussy on display just for him. You couldnât squirm under his the wet squelch making your cheeks burn, âS-stop teasing, justââÂ
You moan as he sinks a thick finger into you, knuckle deep and fast, âSo needy for someone who was whining a second ago about stopping,â it doesnât take long for a second finger to join, stretching out your perfect pussy, warm walls pulling him deeper each time he pulled out, his wrist and palm drenched in your juices, âbut yâknow I canât stop, wifey, itâs our duty, right? Duty to produce an heir, but more importantly,â And a third finger sinks inside, as he peers up at you, lips parted in a sweet moan that makes his cock throb, ready to bust without a single touch, because he doesnât need touch â not when itâs you under him, âmy duty to fuck and yours to be fucked,âÂ
And your cunt squeezes his fingers at his vulgar words, a coil growing tighter in the pit of your stomach, heat building, as you canât help moan his name, âand how will we fulfill our duty if I donât prepare you, huh? Gotta make sure youâre ready, hm?âÂ
His thumb rubs over your aching clit, the lewd noises of your slick nearly white noise to your ears as pleasure builds, every muscle taut underneath his touch. Heâs pumping faster and harder, nails dragging over your walls, until his fingers find that spot you love â the one he knows how to hit again and again, and he does.Â
Your head lolls back against the desk, pleasure ripping up your spine, âIâmââÂ
And thatâs the only warning you give before you cum, name on your lips as your back arches, as he fingerfucks you through your orgasm, working you down from your high. You're panting, chest heaving as he slowly eases his fingers from you, the emptiness making you whine.Â
Your eyes flutter open to the sight of him licking his fingers clean of your cum, tongue darting across his lips, a glint in his eyes.
âYouâre so sweet I can never get enough of you,â and he lifts a finger to your lips, letting you taste yourself on his digit, obediently closing your mouth around it, until heâs dragging it out, pulling at your bottom lip, âyouâre dripping from both lips arenât you?âÂ
âThatâs your fault,â god, youâre too fucking cute, thighs twitching as he leaned down to your soaked cunt, a pretty flushed pink, âyou made a mess,â and his tongue licks a stripe up your leaking walls, sparks blooming from the hot muscle flicking against your hard clit.Â
âThen I guess itâs my responsibility to clean you up,âÂ
Satoru Gojo is always too much â itâs too much the way his tongue drags over the seam of your cunt, itâs too much when his nose bumps against your clit when he buries his face in your pussy, your fingers curling in his white locks, and itâs too much when you feel his grunts and moans resonate against your drenched folds.Â
It was too much.Â
âHow are you so soft?â He mumbles, words whispered against your puffy clit before he kisses it, âyou say I donât play fair but you were unfair from the moment I met you,â he reaches down, palming at his erection, âand I knew youâd be mine,â Your eyes find his lips less than an inch from your pussy, chin and lips shiny with your cum and his spit, âyou and this sweet pussy,âÂ
And heâs slurping every ounce of your essence you give him, greedily lapping at you as if heâd rather drown in your juices than breath real air, âfuck, Toru, slow downââ toes curling as youÂ
He clicks his tongue, your head rolling back as your nails dig into his scalp, âYou shouldnât lie, sweets, not when this pretty girl is so honest,â the only sound being the wet squelch of yourÂ
âSatoru Gojo!â A familiar voice rings out followed by several knocks, âhow long do you expect to keep us waiting?âÂ
Fuck. And there was the reason you two were getting sresssd to begin with â a showing before Gakuganji and the Gojo clan before the battle with Sukuna. A showing Satoru agreed to undoubtedly to fuck with them â and you, now, for that matter, as he sucks at your clit again, your hand flying to cover your mouth.Â
âDidnât know you were waiting. Thought keeping you waiting would have sent you the right message,â Satoru replies, words said nearly against your wet cunt, breath warming your folds, a shiver working itâs way up your spine, âdo you all need to see me in my clothes for battle that badly? Iâll have to start to suspect other motives â and while Iâm flattered, with how flattered I can be from a bunch old geezers, I am a married manââÂ
âYou insolent bratââ his tirade falls on deaf ears as you try to urge Satoru off, but he doesnât, only pinning your hips in place, hands locked under your knee, as he tugs you closer.Â
And he only grins, âDonât tell me youâll let this old coot distract us, sweetheart? Gonna make me insecure, does my wife not like this as much as her pussy does?â He groans his fingers, spreading your walls apart, parting them to see your cum and pre leak, only for him to lap it up, âbecause youâve gotten wetter, havenât you?âÂ
âT-Toru, I swear to god, Iâllââ you half whisper, half hiss, and he sinks two fingers inside your needy walls, his tongue and fingers doing nothing to keep quiet as the squelch of your folds only grows louder as he drags his fingers inside every inch of you, while his tongue busies itself with your clit.Â
âYouâll what, wifey?â he hums, making you whimper, âleave? You know you donât want that. We could make a show of it, should I open these doors and let everyone see how needy you are for me,â and you canât help the gasp that parts your lips, walls clenching around his fingers, âmaybe then those geezers will see why I chose you,âÂ
âSatoru! Are you even listening?âÂ
âYou can say whatever you want to me here,â Satoru sinks a third finger inside, teasing your clit with chaste kisses, âIâm not leaving this room for the rest of the night,âÂ
Gakuganji pounds at the door, but you barely hear it, heart pounding in your ears, as you barely muffle your moans behind your clenched fist, âDisgraceful, do you think this is anyway to behaveââ youâre so close, too close, ready to cum as he pumps his fingers once, twice, three times â hitting your sweet spot again and againâyou feel yourself reach that peakâ
Only for him to stop. The whine that leaves your lips is a little too loud, just as his smirk is a little too wide.Â
Fucking asshole.Â
Satoru chuckles, teasing you open with his fingertips, just carding your folds barely open at all, pulling small gasps and moans muffled against clenched fingers, âAw, câmon, you donât think being sealed up in that box taught me anything? You should know it only made me take what I want,â Satoru pulls his fingers from inside you, licking up the side of his digits, âand what I want is right here,â he leans back down, âso tell me and leave,âÂ
âEven so, I need to speak to you alone,âÂ
âItâs only me and my wife. You can tell her anything you tell me, sheâs the more responsible one after all,â he punctuates it by his teeth grazing your clit, making your hips jerk underneath him, his hand covering your mouth, your fingers curling over his. He grins down at you as he kisses your thigh, âMy wife is indisposed at the moment,âÂ
You donât hear what Gakuganji says as his fingers sink back inside all at once, fingers rough as they fucked you open in earnest, but you hear Satoru scoff nonetheless.Â
âGet your mind out of the gutter, you old geezer â sheâs just lying down,â and he adds with a whisper, curling his fingers just right, âand getting her brains fingerfucked out,â and your pretty eyes are full of tears, cries muffled against his fingers, spit soaked, as he feels your walls clamp around his fingers, âwhat do you think? Should I let him in, sweetheart? Let him see how you well you get fucked by me, hear you scream my name when you cum for me?âÂ
Nerves on fire from his touch, heâs just adding fuel to the fire, and youâre bucking into his fingers, wanting his fingers deeper even a littleâ
âNo, I donât think so,â his lips curl as he leans down, cerulean glinting in the low light, as your walls give that tell tale flutter, âbecause this pretty cunt is just for me,â and he sucks hard at your clit, just as he pulls his hand away, âcum.âÂ
And you do, pleasure ripping through every inch of you as your back arches upwards into his touch, as he holds you against his face, cumming against his fingers and lips.Â
Itâs heaven, buried in your sweet cunt as you cum, hot release against his tongue that he laps up greedily, the wet squelch of your pussy along with your lips crying out his name again and again. doing nothing to ease the throbbing between his thighs.Â
And when he finally does pull away, licking his lips and chin clean of your release, he watches you coming down from your high â eyes fluttering open slowly as your chest heaves, pussy split open just for him, your cum staining parts of his pants shirt and haori.Â
Fuck, heâll have to see everyone off like this â your cum on his clothes â and his dick twitches, as he leans down to press kisses along your body, with you shivering as he does. And he wants nothing more than this moment to last, with you beneath him, the taste of you on his lips, and the sounds of your soft pants filling his ears.Â
That is until, you flipped him, back hitting the plush of the mattress, âsweetsââÂ
âDid you forget? Itâs a wifeâs duty to serve her husband,â and your fingers are as deft as they are possessed â grazing over the bulge in his pants, a hiss before pulling the drawstrings apart, âisnât that right, husband?âÂ
Fuck, he bites his lip as he watches you tug his trousers down, his erection slaps his stomach, hard and leaking through the fabric of his boxers, a large dark stain of precum from his weeping tip.Â
Fuck, your cunt ached at the sight of him â no matter how many times you saw his cock, you couldnât get over just how long he was â it was a miracle you were able to take him without breaking your cunt, though heâd gotten far too close.Â
âAnd I thought you said we couldnât undress me,â his cock twitches as your fingers trace over the dripping slit through the drenched material.Â
Your eyes donât meet his, still fixed on his hard on, âif the clothes are on you, does it even count as undressing?âÂ
And your fingers dip into the elastic of his boxers before snapping it against his skin, making him jolt, âshould I stop then, oh honored one?â You rub your thumb over his slit harshly, a gasp falling from his lips as his head lolls back, âmaybe I should go get Gakuganji, let you have your meeting,âÂ
âPlaying dirty doesnât suit you, sweetheartââ and you pull his boxers down, pooling around his knees just as his pants did, cold air hitting his cock making him hiss.Â
âLike I said,â your palms slide up his body, from his waist, and under his shirt, to his chest, stealing the breath from his lungs, âshould I stop?âÂ
He looks up at you, lungs filled with heat instead of air, lips hovering an inch from his leaking erection.Â
âFuck no.âÂ
~~~
Youâd be the death of him.Â
There was no mistake about it.Â
Satoru Gojo only had one weaknessâand you were sitting on top of him. Your hair disheveled with your fingers running through them, lips kiss bitten and ruined even as your teeth grazed your bottom lip, and your gaze molten and only for him â just for him.Â
And you called him perfect.Â
A groan leaves his chest as your tongue flicks against his slit, salty precum swallowed by eager lips. Heâs hypnotized by you, fingers reaching for you, as his thumb drags down your puffy bottom lip, parting your mouth for him, tongue darting out to lick the pad of his finger. Fuck, your mouth is so sweet, but how is it so wicked all the same?Â
âFuck, sweets, how do you look so good on your knees fâme? Sânot fair,â and your forefinger traces his pretty veins from base to tip, running over every curve and inch that would be buried in your tight cunt soon enough, his hips jumping against your touch, âgânna make me cum before you even touch me,âÂ
âIf youâre gonna cum anywhere, it better be on me,â your lips curl at the shiver that runs down his body, your fingers sliding up his thigh as your fingers slide the pre down his length, fingers slowly pumping him.Â
âFuuuuck, just like that, canât wait to bury myself in your sweet pussy, wifeyââ your lips kiss his slit, sucking as your fingers toyed with his balls, feeling far too tight from your touch, a moan cutting off his words.Â
âGâtta find a way to shut you up somehow, Toru,â you spit on his cock, pressing teasing kisses up and down his begging length, âor maybe we can find a gag,âÂ
Youâll kill him before he even gets a chance to fight Sukuna, and heâd die a happy man.Â
His precum drips down your chin, painting your lips, tongue darting out to lick it off your skin, âsâfucking good for me,â the praise sending a wave of heat right to your cunt, hot cum slipping down your thighs â and you finally let his cock slip past your lips.Â
A whine leaves his throat, his head lolls back, your pretty mouth wrapped around his dick, soaking his length, hips jerking against your mouth. Half muttered apologies, he couldnât look away from the sight of you on your knees for him â mouth stuffed full of his cock with glassy eyes from the soreness of your jaw as you bobbed your head up and down his length. Just watching his dick go and in out of your pretty fucking lips, drenched in your spit and his pre, was enough to make him want to cum then and there.Â
But he wasnât the only one.Â
Small whimpers and moans reverberate against his cock, tongue flicking against his veins, when his eyes flicker down, nails nearly digging into your scalp as he sees you two fingers deep in your cunt, the wet sounds of your pussy mixing with the squelches of his cock in your mouth.Â
âFuck, such a nasty girl I married, huh?â He runs his fingers through his hair, entranced by the sight of you fucking yourself open with your fingers, your mouth growing sloppily as you do, âdoes fucking my dick turn you on this much? Youâve soaked the sheets,â he chides, wide smirk undercutting any iota of scolding, while you meet his gaze with a glare, âAw, what? Canât take itââÂ
His words are cut off as you take him deep, too bumping against your throat, and his fingers curl in his locks.Â
âShitââ Your fingers graze his balls again before squeezing, hard, he nearly busts them and there, but he canât, not yet â his fingers weave into your locks to slowly pull you off, strings of spit and pre connecting your â not when he hasnât fucked your pretty cunt yet.Â
Your eyes are dilated, dark with pleasure as his gaze meets your own, a mix of his pre and your spit slipping from the corner of your mouth, âYou haven't cum yetââ and his fingers wrap around your wrist and pull your fingers from inside yourself.Â
You yelp as he flips you over in an instant, hitting the mattress with a bounce, large palms sliding up your thighs, as he presses your knees to your chest.Â
âThe only place Iâm cumming, sweetheart,â as he drags the swollen head of his cock against your needy folds, watching his precum smear against your twitching folds, before lifting your soaked fingers to his lips, âis inside your sweet cunt.âÂ
âToruâpleaseââ and youâre so needy, just for him, your fingers finding the front of his scarf before tugging him close, a gasp chased away by a grin as he sees the pure desperation in your eyes, âI need you,âÂ
âIâm right here, sweets,â and heâs leaning down to dot sweet kisses down your body â against your neck, the bridge of your collarbone, the swell of your breasts. âYouâre going to have to be more specific,âÂ
âFucker,â he laughs.Â
âNow youâre getting closer,â and he does too, bumping the head of his weeping erection against your puffy clit, as your folds feel as if theyâll part for him in an instant, âthis pretty girl is more honest than you are,â heâs parting your folds with his tip only to pull out.Â
A whine turns to a scowl, as you tug him even closer by his scarf, âI swear to god, if you donât fuck me, Iâll strangle you with thisââ and he sinks into you.Â
Fuck, you swear you feel every goddamn inch, vein, and curve as he works himself into your tight cunt, walls fluttering as if beckoning him deeperâand he was only too happy to oblige.Â
âToru, sâtoo big,â your whining only makes his cock throb inside you as he bottoms out inside, âsâtoo much,âÂ
âToo much? No, sweets, this dick was made to fuck you,â he grunts, taking every iota of his self control not to thrust into you and bury his cum deep in your womb â no, he wanted this to last, âand this pussy was made for my cum,â he rolls his hips against you swallowly, his tip brushing against your cervix, as both of your heads roll back.Â
âHow are you so tight? Pleasure rips up your spine as he begins a steady pace of fucking you, sounds of skin smacking together ringing in your ears, âyouâre fucking wet and yet you have me in a vice grip,â his clothes rub against you, your slick soaking through the fabric, âshould I go meet with the elders like this? Let them see the Gojo clanâs haori soaked by your juices,â fingers pressing your legs apart wider and higher, divots in your flesh from his touch.Â
Your walls squeeze at his words, mouth falling open wordlessly as he grunts, âF-fuck,â you can only manage to say, chest heaving as you grasp at the front of his haori, pulling him needlessly closer, âf-fasterââ and he grins.Â
He was more than happy to oblige.Â
He rails into you at a pace impossible for anyone but Satoru Gojo. And your gasp fades into a drawn out moan that makes him only want to fuck you harder and faster â he needed to bury himself in your cunt until all you remembered was how to moan his name.Â
âYou take me so well, so deep,â his hand laces with yours and guides it to the bulge in your stomach, âsee how deep you take me? Good girl,â the praise makes you keen, sending another wave of pre to soak his dick, and he chuckles, âgonna fit my baby so well too,âÂ
Your mouth falls open as his dick ruts against you, bullying your pussy open, âW-what?âÂ
âYâthink weâre gonna leave this bed before Iâve filled you up?â And he punctuates his words with each roll of his hip, ânah, this cunt is all mine tonight,â his thumb drags down your lips, pressing against your tongue, spit leaking out as you groaned, âand so are you,âÂ
And youâre sucking at his thumb, teeth grazing it before brushing it away to lean up to meet his lips in a bruising, messy kiss â all spit and teeth and tongue, as your hips meet his thrusts, tip finally finding that sweet spot that has your back arching and your eyes rolling back.Â
âToru, fuck, Iâm gânnaââ and youâre cumming, hard, orgasm hitting every inch of your body at once, nerve endings shot with pleasure as he fucks you through it â fucking relentless (or should you say limitless?). Satoru grunts as your walls clamp down on him, the wet squelch of your pussy only growing louder among your pants and moans. He watches the white ring of cum wrap around the base of his cock as it split you open, and all he wanted to do was cum inside you.Â
He needed to.Â
But heâs pulling out suddenly, a gasp ripped from your lips at the emptiness, before heâs pulling you into his lap, your back pressed to his chest, an arm around you to keep you from squirming.Â
âWhat are youââ your sentence cuts off as he teases your far too sensitive entrance with the head of his cock, âT-toru,âÂ
And his other hand snakes around to cup your chin, forcing you to meet your own gaze in the mirror.Â
Youâre a mess â sweat slicked and naked, your skin littered with blooming red marks dotting up and down your body, your nipples pebbled and hard under his touch, and your cunt on full display, his fingers slipping down to spread them, as if to show you where he just was.Â
And he was â hulking behind you, his whole form enveloping you as his cock pushed against your needy entrance. His haori disheveled and his hair askew from your fingers running through it, skin shiny with sweat, skin beautifully flushed, and his eyes filled with lust and his smile far too pleased with himself as he watched you squirm.Â
Your eyes squeeze shut, âDonât wanna be the only one to watch me cum inside you, you should enjoy the view too,â heâs finally sinking to you again, body falling back against him as he sheathed himself in you fully again, âlook at how well you take me,âÂ
And his fingers are cupping your chin, spit slipping from your mouth, as he forced you to look again, see the bulge in your stomach as he slowly began to fuck you, his grunts and moans hot against your ear, âyâknow, Iâm beginning to really believe you were made for me, sweets, the only one for me,â and heâs emphasizing it with a thrust, âyouâre the only one I can even imagine wanting, even just thinking of you is enough for me,â his words do nothing but make you grow tighter as he fucks upwards into you, as he spots your eyes shut again, âcâmon baby, watch me fuck you,â
So you do, watch as his cock slides in and out of your cunt, the wet noises and squelch almost too much for you to bear, the all too familiar knot in your stomach growing ready to snap. His fingers slide up your body to pinch and tease your sensitive nipples, already flushed from his attention. Heâs murmuring sweet words, but you donât hear any of them â youâre gone, lost in the pleasure, in the sweet stretch of your pussy around his cock, unable to look away as he fucks into you.Â
âSâgood for me, sweets, Iâm close,â and heâs pulling you down flush against him, cock buried to the base as his tip brushes against your g-spot with every thrust, his lips pressing needy kisses to the side of your neck, âfuck, gânna cumââÂ
âCum inside me, fill me up, Toru,â and he groans your name, turning your head to find your lips in a sloppy kiss, tongue wrapped around yours just as his cock hits the deepest part of your tight cunt and his fingers rub against your clit.Â
And youâre squirting, gushing over his lap and cock, pulling your lips from him as you moan his name, as he rails into you through your orgasm, until he notches himself as deep as he can before heâs cumming too, hot release painting your walls as he fills you up. Heâs fucking his cum into you.Â
You both grow slack as he slows his movements, relaxing against his body, murmuring soft praises as he slowly pulls himself from inside, clicking his tongue, as he watches his cum slip out of you.Â
âSweetheart, how will you fulfill your duty if you let my cum slip out like that?â he kisses your cheek, before heâs gathering the cum on his fingers to stuff it back inside, drawing a gasp from your lips, âmaybe Iâll just fill you up again, hm?âÂ
His softening cock twitches at the thought, as you lean into him, shifting as you feel just how wet youâve gotten himâŚand his clothes.Â
Fuck.Â
âToru, how are you going to fight in these clothes tomorrow?â you cover your burning cheeks, âitâs drenched,âÂ
âItâll dry,â you snap your head to him to glare at him, and he pouts, âwhat? Itâll be like youâre fighting with meââÂ
âI swear if I have to live with the knowledge you fought the king of curses with my cum all over you, Iâll kill youââÂ
âAnd if Iâm not aliveââ
âI will bring you back to life, just to kill you,â and your palm slides against the slant of his cheek, âand youâre not going to die, I forbid it,âÂ
He chuckles, his lips leaning down to meet yours in a sweet kiss, âThen I better not now, huh?âÂ
~~~
âYouâll come home to me, wonât you?âÂ
It hadnât been a question, not until now, now when youâre faced with the reality of the day pressed against you as day breaks over December 24th. Daylight seeped into the bedroom, his thumb tracing a lazy circle against the divot of your hip, a soft smile on his lips, with his arms wrapped around you.Â
Atlas long having shifted the sky to your husbandâs shoulders, from the second he existed in his world â but for a moment, you feel it too. Not like him â never like him, even when you tried to bear it with him. But you never could understand, no matter how you tried to. Â
But you tried â his fingers lacing with yours, engulfing yours with his warmth, as he lifted your intertwined fingers to his lips.Â
âWhere else would I go, sweets?â And you didnât want to think of the other possibilities, to say the words out loud and manifest them as some cruel jujutsu godâs intention. Because when were these gods ever kind? âI only belong in one place â two if you count the mochi place in Sendai,âÂ
But he doesnât earn a smile out of you, frown still firmly fixed to your lips, âouch, not even a pity half smile?â he tilts his head, âsweetheartââÂ
âYou said it yourself that the ten shadows is the ultimate counter to infinity,â you hate the words that leave your lips, filling in your mouth like bile, unable to do anything but spit them out like acid, âthat and Sukunaâs technique, Iâm worriedââÂ
âWorrying wonât change the outcome, baby, and Iâm not planning on losing,âÂ
âIf you arenât, then why did you agree to give Yuta your body?â your words were quiet, his movements still, muscles tense as if he had already given up his autonomy to another, âand you didnât tell me,â
Heâs careful with his words, tiptoeing between buried minesâ âI didnât want you to worry about something that wouldnât happenââ but still managing to step on one all the same.Â
âBullshit. You thought it would be better for me to find out if push comes to shove?â you laugh, a bitter noise, but all the anger leaves your body, and only fear is left, âI canât lose you, Toru,âÂ
âBabyââÂ
âI canât. I wonât,â youâre being petulant, you know are, but heâs the one person youâre allowed to be childish about, just as he is with you.Â
âYou wonât, huh?â He wasnât used to be treated like this â as fragile, as something thatâs fleeting, that could slip from fingers as easily as everyone else did. Even as you touched his, fingers tracing the curve of his jaw with the most delicate of touches, as if heâd shatter under your touch, âI donât think we get a say in that, sweets, unless you had secret meetings with a god I donât know about,âÂ
âSatoruââÂ
âDonât worry I wonât get too jealousââ and you cover his mouth, yanking him close by his scarf, your forehead pressed to his shoulder.Â
âI love you, you absolute idiot, you know that right?â And you feel his lips curl ever so slightly against your fingers, before he presses a soft kiss to your palm, easing it from his mouth, âI love you, I love you so much,âÂ
âI love you too,â he presses his forehead to yours, âIâll come back to you, but even if I donâtâŚIâll always be with you, you canât get rid of me, even in death,âÂ
âPromise?â And he kisses you, soft and languid, thumb rubbing back and forth against your speak.Â
âPromise.âÂ
And Satoru Gojo was never one to break his promises.Â
~~~~
Except now.Â
The slice cut through the silence of the battlefield with the wet squelch of flesh and blood, followed by two thumps, one soon after the other.Â
No, no. This wasnât true. It wasnât. It wasnât.Â
It couldnât be.Â
He promised he would come back. He promised heâd live. He promised.Â
He canât leave like this. No, he can heal himself, he can save himself, couldnât he? RCT like he did before with Toji. And for your eyes flickered around the room, no one could meet your gaze, none except Shoko, who saw the question in your eyes and only frowned before shaking her head, lit cigarette snapping in half as he held it too tight.Â
âNo, noââ you didnât even realize you said the words out loud before you felt everyoneâs eyes on you suddenly, before you felt something, a flicker of his cursed energy and you snapped.Â
âUi ui, take me with you,â Kashimo was already on his way to the battlefield, a lightning flash to deathâs door, with no fear.Â
Yuta says your name softly, âI donât know if thatâs a goodââ your eyes snap to his hard.Â
âYou have your plans, Yuta, and I have my own, this isnât a matter of discussion,â you step over to Ui Ui, seeing Yutaâs hands curl into fists, vision averted, âIâm not ready to give up on him,âÂ
And in a second, youâre in the middle of the battlefield, dust clearing as the distant noises of fighting rings in your ears, but you barely register it, no, not when wind rolls and you see him.Â
âSatoru,âÂ
Youâre at his side in an instant, your fingers running over his cheek, the heat leaving his body, cold creeping in, but as your fingers graze his, a quiet murmur of his name, and you see his eyes flutter.Â
And itâs immediate. You look to Ui Ui, as your hands are placed on either side of his split body, palms spread against his body, âTake us to Shoko, heâs alive.âÂ
~~~~
Satoru Gojo was never one to lose.Â
But he supposed if he had to lose to anyone, it might as well be the king of curses. But he knows he didnât really loose, as he watches the snow fall above him, wondering if the cold against his skin was the snow or if it was something else entirely.Â
Was this what it was like for Suguru? Is this what he saw? The winter sky, or was it him knelt beside him as his life left his body.Â
Maybe heâll ask him when he goes back, when he sees everyone again.Â
And then he hears it â your voice, the quiet murmur of his name, and the brush of your hand against his. Â
No, no, he canât leave. Not if he can help it. Not when youâre here.Â
He feels your cursed energy flood his body, the flow of cursed energy through every inch of him, as it keeps his heart beating and his brain alive â a gasp caught in his throat.Â
If you want to start anew, head north. If you want to return to your old self, head south.Â
Thereâs only one option.Â
He had to head north â even if it meant â he closed his eyes â losing everything, but himself.Â
But heâd have you â and that would be more than enough.Â
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âAre you enjoying the view?âÂ
Your lips curl as you stand in the doorway of your bedroom, leaning back against the doorframe, watching your husband dress himself.Â
âAlways do,â the floorboards creak lowly as you cross the bedroom to your husbandâs side, âwhy do you think I married you?âÂ
He chuckles, âand here I thought it was because of my incredible personality,â and you snort, as your arms wrap around his middle, your fingers adjusting the obi belt around his waist, âfeels like you laughed at that a little too hard, sweetheart,âÂ
âI just imagined how your students would react at that,â you laugh softly, as you finish adjusting his belt, only to grab his haori, a deep sky blue, as pretty as he is, âpretty sure theyâd disagree, especially after the stunt you pulledââ
And of course, the stunt you were referring to was him coercing you push a box out to his students, only for him to pop out.Â
âHow many chances would I have to do that? Plus, it was hilarious â did you see their faces?â And you scoff, shaking your head, âPlus, I figured it would be less shocking this way. Surprising them this way changes the focus from what happened to right now,âÂ
You helped him pull the haori on, guiding his arms in one sleeve and then another, âI think you just being alive was enough of a shock,â you kiss his palm, pressing it against your face.Â
And his lips curl, âWell I made a promise didnât I?â His other hand reaches for you, finding your waist and tugging you close, âand I never break a promise, especially when it comes to my beautiful wife,âÂ
âCan you call me that yet? We still havenât had the ceremony yet,â he shakes his head.Â
âThis is only a formality, something to appease the elders and keep the idea of a clan war at bay,â he scoffs, shaking his head, before shrugging, âbut it isnât so bad,âÂ
âWhyâs that?â And he smiles. Â
âBecause now we can have no regrets,â and your fingers trace upwards over his face, the scars from his battle bumpy as your fingers run over his soft skin, fingers reaching the blindfold over his left eye, before pushing it up â his cerulean blue eye now a milky white, âexcept maybe being able to marry you with both eyes,âÂ
âLike you said, we were already married,â your thumb runs over his shut eye gently, âthis is just a formality,â
He leans into your touch, nuzzling your hand, before his arms pull you flush against him, âThen can we be late?â And his lips lean down to press a heated kiss to your neck, voice reverberating against your skin, âbecause Iâd like to enjoy my wife before I have to share her with everyone else,âÂ
âToruââ a soft gasp cuts you off, as his hands slide down your sides to cup your ass, fingers squeezing, âwe canâtââÂ
âOh what will they do? Start without us?â And your resistance is waning as his lips start trailing kisses down your neck, tugging at your kimono if only to pull the fabric down your shoulders, âI promise Iâll be fast,âÂ
âLast time you promised that, we didnât even make it out the doorââ and his fingers are already undoing your obi, before sliding up and underneath the silk material, thighs parting under his touch, âgodââÂ
âYou donât have to call me âgod,â sweetheart,â and his fingers toy with your panties, âlook at my wife,â and heâs tilting your gaze to make you look at yourself in the mirror again, âperfect,âÂ
âJust like my husband,â and his lips curl.Â
âEven now?â And your fingers cup his cheek, forcing him to meet your gaze â no longer the look of the strongest or the gaze of the six eyes â just the eyes of your husband, Satoru Gojo. The very gaze heâll use to look to the future.Â
âEspecially now.â Â
⧠a/n: welcome to the first kinktober fic!! sorry it took a bit T_T. i've been super busy with work and i keep getting sick in weird ways. last week i got hives and this week, my stomach is being a jerk. but i hope you guys enjoyed :) i think the next fic may be 'a cult classic' or 'scream (only for me)' so look forward to that!! thank you to @coffee-and-geto and @gaylatteart for betaing!
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sukuna never says âi love you.â
to him, the words are meaningless. heâs been alive for thousands and thousands of years, of course he knows what it means. heâs not stupid, but for some reasonâevery time it comes out of your little human mouth, his heart aches. you say it so sweetly with the cheekiest grin on your face, not a single care in the world. he hated it. three words, eight letters of pure rubbish. at least, thatâs what he thinks to himself. for sukuna, he expresses his love in a different way.
physical touch. flicking your forehead, teasing you, saying things heâd never say to you while you were awake. that was his version of love, he didnât need those stupid, stupid words. or did he?
âlove you, âkuna,â youâd pepper another kiss against his cheek. he tchs, the audacity for you to do something so embarrassing. he never says it back but you know deep down heâs got to feel at least something in that cold heart of his. he just has to, after all you did steal his heart in a way. and he stole yours. your eyes always had a glinting sparkle whenever those words would come out and he hated it. his response to you saying you loved him would always be the same.
âyeah yeah,â he gruffs. or a simple, âi know..â
butâ thereâd be a time where heâd regret not saying it back. a cold, cruel time where itâs just you and him, no one else. except, it would really just be him.
sukuna had a hard time at expression his feelings. itâs not like he hated youâdespite his rough, barbarous persona.
he didnât hate you but he did. it was complicated. it was a struggle trying to put it into words. all he knew was that he loathed how soft you made him, he noticed his behavior would change around you overtime. sukunaâs voice was get more gentle, his shoulders would relax, and heâd always finding himself flicking your forehead for some strange reason. itâs annoying,
youâre annoying.
the feeling was love though, it had to be.
had to be,
so the moment comes where he regrets not saying it back.
itâs something heâd continuously beat himself up over for. because now, here you are, laid all out near the ground in his arms. all four of his arms held you in a tight, cradling embrace and heâs got an expression you donât think youâve ever seen before. sukunaâs scarlet red irises were blown and fearfully dilated. his thin nostrils flared up and his slit brows contort in panic and confusion.
sukuna ryomen was scared.
âbrat. get up.â he murmurs, three simple words was all he said to you. three simple words but you could barely even hear them.
all you heard was a brief inaudible mumble. you saw his lips moving but barely any sound came out. your body felt crushed, the pain was excruciating. your limbs, they felt like they were on fire. getting up was the last thing on your mind and youâve probably sone the most careless thing imaginable.
you took a hit for sukuna, a deadly hit that was powerful enough to cost you your life. itâs funny thoughâall the talk of seeing your life flash before your eyes, and now, being snatched into the inevitable end, you were starting to really see it.
âget up,â he repeats, and this time, a single tear falls right onto your cheek. you meet sukunaâs gaze. the king of curses was a mere mess right before your eyes. he was like this for just you. teary eyed and sniffling, he canât stand this pain.
youâre being held in his lap and not once does his eyes leave yours. sukuna takes a while to speak again and itâs as if heâs carefully thinking of what to say. time was precious right now, but he didnât wanna think about anything. his focus was solely on you, his favorite little human.
âcan you hear me? say something.â
âyou .. youâre gonna get wrinkles if you keep frowning too much, âkuna.â you hum, a weak finger stroking against his cheek.
archons, for whatever reason, that little comment brought a smile to his face. you were so annoying to him and yet, he wouldnât wanna be in anyone elseâs presence. everything hurt though,
your body felt scorchingly hot, your pulse remains to ring through your ears and you were wheezing a bit. âhey, hey,â he watches as you try to cling onto his hand. sukuna didnât know what to do, he didnât know what to say - all he did do though, was hold you. it was the least thing he could do. your hand was so small compared to his, his long fingernails gently tickling against your skin.
he didnât have it in him to scold you for trying to protect him. as fragile of a being you knew you were, you did it anyway. you risked your life for him. sukuna let his guard down and you jumped right in the way without a second thought for yourself. thatâs what love was, his heart bleeds at the recent flashback before a shaky breath leaves his lips. âthis wasnât supposed to happen. you canât leave me like this, please.â
âiâm not l- leaving.â you reply, your voice weak and frail. sukuna knew that was a lie. the more you stared at him, how the look of worry on his face paints and marinates his features, he was really scared. you were his everything, his breath of fresh air, maybe even his one true love. ânever gonna leave you, sukuna.â
and sukuna lays there with you on his lap. you seem still - too still. right before his eyes, he watches as your bodyâs temp run cold, final breaths making its introduction. everything was going so fast. he barely had time to react before he realized,
you were gone.
âno,â he whispers under his breath. the demon was at a loss of words. the feeling in his chest, it was indescribable. painful, and tight as he watches the light leave your eyes, something within him leaves also. a part of him. you were drifting away and there was nothing he could do about it. âno.â he repeats against, feeling a dull ache run cold through his body. sukuna didnât know what to do. heâs seeing red, but perhaps that wasnât just bloodshed and anger. maybe, maybe it was the one true feeling he was denying all along,
love.
his breaths become heavy once he realizes youâre actually gone. no movement, no cheeky replies, no random âi love you âkunaâs,â no nothing. the tear in his heart was enough to make him see the light with you. it hurt horribly, a lump in his throat builds up before he starts to weep. one tear comes then multiple shortly follow, landing past the thin fabric of his sown kimono and onto your lifeless body.
sukuna hated you. he hated how you made him so soft, so vulnerable, so weak. you came into sukunaâs life, stole his heart, and also broke it.
as his eye twitches, his smile had already faded once you left him.
for the first time in centuries, sukuna was defeated. his enemy wasnât a sorcerer, a curse, or even himself who he believed was his true worse enemy. sukuna ryomen was defeated by four simple letters, love. not only did you leave him in tears, but you also left him with an engagement ring inside his right palm.
he was far too late, he was gonna propose to you. that way, heâd build up the courage to say those stupid, stupid words. opening up his right hand, he stares at the ring he wanted to give you way earlier before this incident even happened. sukuna waited too long, heâd actually plan this for quite some time but again, he was scared.
with a defeated sigh, he surrenders, glancing at you for one last time. no smile on your face anymore but he just used his imagination. there you laid, peaceful, almost as if you were asleep. taking a deep breath, sukuna gives you his last gentle forehead flick before finally telling you the words heâs been longing to say for years.
âi ⌠i love you too, brat. never leavinâ you either.â
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@softgirlgonehaywire @staryukis @dollsuguru
have mercy on his smol heart suguru o(>< )o
#ohhhhhh my fucking god.#op this needs to stop#genuinely#i canât take it anymore#i canât#ME AND SATORU ARE LIKE THIS đ¤đ¤đ¤đ¤đ¤đ¤đ¤ RN WHAT THE FUCKKKKKKKKK#HEâS SO GORGEOUS MY LUGNS STOPPED WORKING MY BRAIN STARTED SHUTTING DOWN I AM OPENLY DROOLING#I CANâT STOP STARING AT HIM#op dare i say this is one of my absolute favorite sugus of urs so far âŚ.. ur sugus are ALWAYS the most gorgeous handsome pretty ever butâŚâŚ.#smth abt this oneâŚ.. in particularâŚ. really is just so gorgeousâŚâŚ. i canât really . Breathe PHDJDHDHFHCHHXHD#GENUINELY THOUGH#I FEEL LIKE SATORU I AM HIM HE IS ME (the coffee bouncing off his infinity is such a nice touch btw)#heâs stronger than me though i wouldâve faceplanted onto the floor and broken every single bone in my body#SUGUâS GRINNNNNNNNNNNNNNN âšď¸âšď¸âšď¸âšď¸âšď¸âšď¸âšď¸âšď¸âšď¸âšď¸âšď¸âšď¸âšď¸âšď¸âšď¸âšď¸âšď¸ IM WEEPING WHY IS HE SO SWEET AND CUTE#THE FANG??????? THE FANG?????????????? OP STOP MY HEART IS TOO FULL đđđđ#his expression in the first image is so precious i got the most extreme case of cuteness aggression i have ever experienced#i NEED to chew on his bones until i hear a crack im sorry#suguru should always be laughing and smiling and blushing uncontrollably ITâS WHAT HE DESERVESSSSSSS#god i donât even know what to say. your sugu is my favorite ever#im in love with you#with ur stsg#with their dynamic and love for each other and the way u depict it⌠the domesticity of this âŚâŚâŚ.#they fill me with sm warmth :((( tysm for blessing stsg nation as always <33333 im eating this piece alive#had to tag the beloveds ofc BABE (stsg nation) WAKE UPPPPPPP OWWLLLY POSTED âźď¸âźď¸âźď¸âźď¸#fanart âŠ
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Ruined!
Pairing: dbf!Joel x Reader
Summary: Joel is an old man who struggles to cum sometimes. Youâve got time to kill and a tight hole to fill.
Warnings: 18+. Peepaw brainrot + a dash of anorgasmia. Unprotected p-in-v, cockwarming, age gap, daddy kink.
Note: Finals are whooping my ass left & right. This is a quickie.
Word count: 1.2k | Part of the Waiting Game âverse
Surely he was hurting you now.
Joel Miller had a kink for many, many fun activities, but splitting a sweet young thing like you over his cock to the point you were almost in tears was just not one of them.
At the same time your poor, surely-bruised walls pulsed around his hardened length, he felt a pang of guilt. His balls were pressed against your ass like two lead weights, soaked with the remains of your third release, and his mind was at war with itselfâkeep fucking you like this? Pull out and offer his sincerest apologies for not being able to cum? A boy your age wouldâve never had you waiting around like that, aching around his cock, much less begging for something as simple as a cumshot.
He decided to go straight to the source. Leaning over your prone body on the bed before him, he was careful not to rut his hips or jostle his dick around too much.
Joel pressed a hot, stubbled kiss to your cheek, then:
ââSâit too much, baby? She need a break, maybe?â
Joel thumbed at that space where your body ended and his began and nearly lost his mind to the pearly-white slick that had accumulated with time. Two hours time, he had to remind himself while you moaned and writhed and bucked your ass back. Your cunt was choking him.
Crying, too.
Your eyes flew open the moment his words reached you.
âYou kiddinâ me, Miller?! I could do this shit all day.â
Sometimes Joel forgot you were only in your twenties. Really, the thought only occasionally crossed his mind in moments like theseâor when your father, his best friend, happened to bring you upâbut when it did, it hit him hard. You were young. Lively. Surely far too spry and full of life to be messing around with a man as old as him.
Joelâs guilt ran almost commensurate with his pleasure when he felt you anchor your feet on the bed and start to fuck yourself back and forth over his still-throbbing dick.
Almost.
He planted a hand beside your head and grinned. He let you fuck him. Felt you pull off, crawl up the bed a little, then beckon him back to your body, where your ass was now pointing up and your back was arched in invitation.
Almost.
âYou know I canât sleep without your cum inside me.â
And you made a point to spread your knees and look behind you with a smile as sweet as Miloâs tea, fingers drumming a beat against the bedspread in anticipation.
âYou do wanna fill me up, donât you, daddy?â you teased.
Yeah, no. The guilt was gone. Joel could worry about being a depraved old man when he was done cumming.
Then he was back inside you, driving his hips until every last inch of him was wrapped snug within your wet and velvety embrace, and he sighed. A real protracted one, like the kind he was liable to exhale after climbing two flights of stairs, or else just hoisting himself off the sofa. Or lifting you in his arms and fucking you hard against the hood of his Bronco. Any time. Any place. You were kind enough to oblige him with the best cardio of his life, so the least Joel could do now was make you cum again.
He snatched your hands up in one of his own and placed your wrists at the base of your spine. With his other, free set of fingers he took to rubbing your clit gently.
âSON OF Aââ
ââgood girl.â
You let out a bloodcurdling scream into your pillow and secretly hoped this manâs dick would never deflate again. Not with the way he was sawing his thing back and forth and dragging you to the edge, circling your clit like you were the single most precious thing in the world to him.
âOh, sweet pea, I didnât mean to make you cry.â
Like he could feel the tears staining the cushion himself.
âMmrooonme,â you cried into it, voice garbled by cotton.
âWhatâsâat, honey? Canât hear ya.â
Joel then bent at the waist, pretending to be leaning in to hear you better, when really he knew heâd be digging in your guts with that big, bulbous head of his and making you squeal again. Hands still held captive behind you, you inched your chin back on the pillow so your moans could be heard even louder while Joel sped up.
âYouâ ruined me,â you repeated. Now clear as ever.
Joel tried to hide his smile and glanced down between your body and his. Then, while his ring finger joined the other two to make their tight, light circles, he returned,
âRuined? Pussy feels just fine tâme.â
Youâd kill him if he wasnât so good at this. You turned your head more to meet his eyes from the corner of yours.
âNo. Ruined me. For anyone else.â
Probably forever.
âGood.â
You knew he liked it that way.
You saw it in his eyes. Felt it in his touch. The hefty, broad, and greying Joel Miller had been loafing around on this earth long enough to know how to claim what was his. When his hips knocked yours to lay you flat on the bed, you already knew what was coming next.
First, his arms came to rest on either side of your body.
âShit,â you whimpered.
Next, his lips went trailing down to your ear.
âJust a little more, sugarâthatâs it,â he murmured while his hips sank in, and you felt that big, delicious stretch.
Then he released your hands so they were free to squeeze the sheets, and when they did, his moved over themâlacing his fingers through your ownâand his lips pressed a kiss to your jaw. He held you in a tender grasp. His breath was hot on your neck, and the whole of his body was blanketing yours. Joel knew you liked it like that, which is why he made sure not to leave an inch of space in between. He was grunting, rutting, holding you close while his cock drilled a maddening pace inside you.
âYou ruined me too, yâknow,â he mumbled into your skin.
His nose was flush with the side of your cheek, nudging inward. Begging you to turn your head just a little more so he could kiss you. Weak as you were, you obliged.
And you moaned against that grey, stubbled chin of his when the thrusts above you had your cunt grinding the bed, rubbing that soft and helpless nub on the sheets.
âCâmonâ let daddy have it,â he growled, âLet daddy have it and make it his, huh? That okay by you, baby?â
It was.
More than okay, as confirmed by the orgasm that tore through your body moments later while your teeth sank into the flesh of Joelâs lower lip and your cunt clenched and soaked over him whole. Joel wedged his tongue in your mouth and fucked you through it. His broad and callused hands were like iron around your own, holding you tight and keeping you still amidst a maelstrom of pleasure that combed over your every last nerve.
He licked into your mouth. Licked over it. Took the sick and distinct pleasure of knowing no one but him got to see you like this, with your jaw hanging slack and your eyes rolling back and your whines repeating quietly, âDaddydaddypleasedaddyfuckohfuckdontstop.â
Maybe ruined wasnât such a bad thing to be at all.
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letters (MV33)
ę° max verstappen x childhoodbestfriend! reader ęą
synopsisâit was confusing, even though you were continents apart, you never understood why max never responded to your letters, until you attend the belgium gp to finally get the answers you were looking for. inspired by the prompt, "why did you never reply to my letters?" "you wrote me letters?"
genreâ fluffy, the fluffiest fluff i've ever fluffed.
word countâ 4.4k
aria yapsâ i have worked on this non-stop for two days, and i loved the way it turned out, maybe one of my favorite works. enjoy reading this as much as i enjoy writing this!!
SECOND PART
she was always around max, either from the sidelines or the first person max ran to when he won a race, it was always her. not even his father, even though he held his father to the highest regard, but it was always her.
the little wrinkles on the edge of her eyes when she smiled at him, the way her lips would curl up, or the way she would giggle every. single. time. that he would come and hug her after every race finish. he remembers it all. and the way he would snuggle his face in the crook of her neck and asked her softly after he would win a race, 'did you see me win, schatje?'
she would always smile back with a laugh, 'of course i did maxie.'
it was always about max, her life revolved around him, whether he liked it or not. she adored him and maybe he adored her a little bit more. they were childhood friends, they were inseparable since they were little babies, their mothers being friends made it even harder for the both of them to not be attached at the hip.
she loved being in his presence and he loved her.
the divorce between jos and sophie was hard on max, he blamed himself and his career but she was always there to tell him that it's not his fault. that their decision was their own and she never forgot to tell max that it wasn't his fault, no matter how much they told him that it was.
she saw the way jos had pushed max to his limits, get physical with his own son and his way of escaping that life was run to her arms, she was there tending to every bruise, every wound whether physical or emotional. she was his rock and it was final. nothing anyone could ever say or do would change his name.
"schatje," max had gently woken her up from her slumber, and she stirred awake from his soft voice, she noticed where she was and finally remembered what happened.
max had finished lower than expected and jos had thrown hurtful things about max, she was there on his mother's couch, comforting him and had fallen asleep that way, with max on her lap, "are you sleepy?"
she shook her head, not wanting to admit that yes, indeed she was sleepy, but if max needed comfort then that wasn't a big deal to her, "what's wrong maxie?"
"nothing, you can sleep on my bed if you're tired. i can sleep here," max had brushed a stray strand of her hair behind her ear but she refused, she hated taking his bed because she knew how uncomfortable the couch was, she wanted him to sleep well.
but he wouldn't allow her to take the couch, so they both slept on sophie's couch almost cuddled with eachother because they were both stubborn.
max was necessarily content with how he was living his life right now, but she made it better and that's all he could ask for. was it her smile? maybe her presence? max didn't care. the first memory he could remember from his early childhood was her, and it was etched into his memory like stone.
she was content with being max's rock, she was there to keep him grounded and she too only had memories of him from her early childhood. she wouldn't replace him for the world, he was too precious for anything in this earthly world.
but there was one day, it felt like a bomb dropped on her. her father had told her that he would have to move to korea to continue work, and she didn't know how to break the news to max until a few days before she had to leave.
she knew it was wrong to keep something this big away from max, but she was so stricken with anxiety that she never got the chance to until max came over to her house and saw all the packed boxes with their belongings.
"why didn't you tell me sooner?" max was angry, she could tell, by the way he was pacing around her room, looking at the packed boxes around. max thought he meant more to her than just a measly friend, he felt frustratedâ betrayed almost. why wouldn't she tell him? why would she keep something as big as this away from him?
"why didn't you say something before? why now? why before you could see me race this weekend?" max was raising his voice now, and she didn't know what to do. her eyes turned glassy and those doe eyes max loved so much just looked so sad.
she stayed quiet, a guilty look on her face. she knew max would break from the news, and she knew that it would affect his performance, but she didn't know how to stay, how to convince her father that she didn't want to go, so yet again, she stayed silent in important moments of her life.
"schatje, can you say something? say anything?!" max yelled and she flinches, she didn't know what to say or what to do, she wanted to say something, say anything. but nothing would come to her lips. it was so hard for her when he was angry like this, it reminded her of his father and his father was deathly scary when angry.
a sigh escapes max's lips when he sees her flinch, coming close to her to wrap her in a hug. tears escaped from her eyes as she held onto max tight, "i didn't know how to tell you," she whispers into max's ear but max didn't say anything to that, just held her even tighter and he did not want to let go.
"it's okay schatje, i'm not mad at you. i could never get mad at you, i'm sorry for raising my voice. i just don't want you to go," tears started to escape max's eyes too, he didn't want to see her go. he wanted her to stay, and she did too. but the universe was pulling them apart and there was nothing either of them could do about it.
the ride to the airport was tough, being only fifteen and sixteen respectively. max held her hand the entire time, not wanting to let go, he didn't want her to leave, she was his biggest support system and he couldn't imagine her gone like that.
she was the most scared of the two of them, what if her father never returned to belgium? what if she was stuck there in korea forever? what if she never got to see his pretty blue eyes anymore?
max was the one to ground her, no longer lost in her thoughts, "can you promise me we'll keep in touch? or maybe visit from time to time?" max was holding onto her hands tightly, she felt like they would bruise, she could only smile and nod.
her mother had called her over, it was time to go. she looked at max for what it felt like the last time and left her life in belgium.
dear schatje,
hi, this is the first week that you're gone and it's bene been so hard without you here with me. i forgot that you weren't here anymore and i was expecting to see your face, but when i didn't, i may or may not have almost cried.
i miss you so much. tell me how it is in korea, is it cold? do they have bears there? what about the food? is it good? can you eat it? i heard there's a lot of spiy spicy food there? honestly i don't care about what they have there, i just care about you.
when can you visit again? can you tell me if you're ever coming back? i'm so worried about you there, i miss you... so much schatje.
written with a lot of love, your maxie.
max always handed off his letters to his father, telling his father to hand it off to his mother because apparently they kept in contact and wanted to send it off to the post office on behalf of him.
he just wondered how she was doing there.
it's been months and countless of letters max had sent, and none of them replied. he was starting to lose hope, he didn't want to think that his best friend would forget about him so easily like that, but he held out hope. he knew that she wouldn't magically forget about him now that she was there.
jealousy bubbled within him when he realized that she would be meeting new people, what if she met someone like him? who enjoyed karting and wanted to steal her attention?
no, he couldn't be thinking like that. he loved her and he knew she loved him as much as he did, so he told himself to just be patient, maybe letters to korea took months to reach?
the naviety was almost laughable but he was fine with it. he just wanted to hear back from his pretty girl.
"i do not understand why you keep writing letters to that stupid girl, she doesn't reply to you and all it does is distract you," jos had reprimanded his son, but max was stubborn. he didn't care what his father had to say, he loved all of her, even when she was thousands of kilometers away. he wanted to talk, even when she never replied.
max was in the process of writing another letter, but he never listened to his father, not about her. not about how much of a distraction she's been to his career, he didn't care. he used it as motivation to get better on the track, so the next time she saw him, he would be a world champion, that's what he silently promised to her.
it had been two years, and he hadn't heard a peep back. slowly, he was starting to lose hope but he couldn't lose hope, every single time he would send off the letters, he told himself that maybe it got lost in the mail.
max kept writing though.
max's debut in f1 was explosive to say the least, his interviews would absolutely go viral by the things he was saying in them. he didn't understand why, he just said what was on his mind.
what was truly on his mind was her.
was he not good enough for her? was him being in f1 not enough to impress her? why wouldn't she write back?
oh god how he missed her.
he still wrote to her weekly, it was religious at this point. he never forgot and he always told his father to send them off to his mother and the week after that was always disappointment because he wouldn't hear anything back.
little did he know, she never received those letters.
max had slowly stopped writing letters as he got into f1, he didn't see a point in it anymore. she never replied. she didn't care. letters didn't take years to reach korea, and he finally lost hope.
winning his first championship felt empty, the pretty girl who used to be waiting for him wasn't there for him anymore. of course, he was happy to win such an impressive feat, who wouldn't? but it just... lacked her.
max indeed lost hope that she would ever write back, but never lost hope that she was out there, somewhere, watching him race every single week and beat the shit out of his rivals. she loved watching him race and that's what he intended to do until the day he died, he wanted to impress her, maybe that was his ulterior motive to becoming a formula one driver.
all just to impress his best friend who had lost contact with him for a decade now.
"you need to stop figdeting so much," her mother had scolded her, she could only laugh nervously and stop fidgeting around. she wondered why max never wrote back to her, she had written him letters. did he hate her for moving out to korea and not coming to visit belgium?
she shook the thoughts out of her head, she was here now. for his home race, and for the rest of her life. her father had now decided to move back to belgium, because and i quote, 'i don't want my daughter to lose touch with her culture'.
she was 26 now, and she had guessed that he turned 27 not too long ago. it's been so long since she talked to him and she hoped that the spark that she had been yearning for had not been lost to the passages of time.
getting the paddock passes was not easy, it was a war and a half but she managed to snag some for herself and a friend that wanted to visit belgium and would arrive later on in the week.
"how did you even manage to get paddock passes for us?" heejin, her friend that wanted to visit had asked, she could only laugh and explain how she got them, it was a war and a half. heejin laughed along with her as they both arrived and scanned their passes at the entrance.
"i'm gonna meet my best friend hereâ well it's complicated. i don't think he considers me a best friend anymore, but i still do," she had softly told heejin who was a big formula one fan even before meeting her, heejin raised her eyebrow when she said that.
the both of them were walking down the paddock, passing all of the different team's hospitalities. heejin raised her eyebrow at her friend, who shrugged.
"who's your best friend?" heejin had asked as they pass by the red bull hospitality, she stopped which signalled heejin to stop as well, she looked at the redbull in awe. she hadn't been to a formula one race yet, the closest she'd been was to karting but that didn't bring on the feelings she felt when standing in front of this red bull building.
"well, he's driving the number one car."
"YOUR BEST FRIEND IS MAX VERSTAPPEN?!"
"YOUR BEST FRIEND IS MAX VERSTAPPEN?!"
max had heard a girl yell, he slowly turned his head. he was confused, he didn't have a best friendâ well not anymore. she had moved to korea, all memories of her stuck in his head being replayed all over and over again.
that's all he had left of her.
the other girl shushed the girl who yelled, and that's when it dawned on max. the other girl looked awfully familiar, he couldn't quite place why she looked so familiar but she looked like her, like his best friend.
"shh! you can't just yell that out in public," she clamped a hand on her friend's mouth, "they're gonna think i'm insane!" then the both of them giggled, it did sound ridiculous but now he was curious.
was she back? was that her? who was she with? is that her new best friend? is that her?
as they both walked away, max wanted to run up to them, to ask that one particular girl what her name was. what she was doing here and who she was with but all of that died when he got approached by his race engineer.
then he forgot all about that familiar girl that he saw in front of the red bull hospitality.
max would only get another glimpse of her when it was race day, they were walking through the paddock in a similar fashion, but max promised to himself that he would approach them, that he would ask but there was doubt in his heart.
what if she forgot about him?
she couldn't, right?
and so approach them he did, tapping the girl that he felt was so familiar to on the shoulder, she had turned around and they had locked eyes.
it was as if she never left.
the sparks, they all came rushing back and then his heart started beating out of his chest, he wanted to ask so many questions, why she was here, who she was with, when she came backâ why she came back, why she never wrote him back.
but the only thing that left his lips were a simple, "hi."
heejin was freaking out, she could tell. she knew that heejin was a big red bull fan too, always talking about how the team was dominating and they had the better car. she had heard all about it. but the little dutchboy she left all those years ago was standing in front of her and not-so little anymore and all those thoughts about her girlfriend was forgotten.
he looked the same, but grown and decked out in red bull merch. she wanted to laugh at how innocent he looked when he tapped her on the shoulder to get her to turn around, he looked stupid, stupidly cute.
all of those feelings from when she was back in belgium came back, she almost forgot what it felt like to be around maxâ her max. he looked like he was going to cry when he got a good look at her, that he finally realized that yes, it's her. the one that left him in belgium all those years ago.
and maybe she could cry too.
"maxie?" a familiar nickname slipped from her lips and she didn't get a response back, but a bear hug in return.
god, her scent. it was everything to him. he fucking missed itâ miss her.
"i thought... i thought you forgot about me," max buried his face into the crook of her neck, she too wrapped her arms around max and buried her face into his chest. his voice was so vulnerable, all she wanted to do was curl around him and tell him that she would never.
she shook her head as she sank into the hug, "i could never forget my maxie," she mumbled into his chest, he held onto her tighter. he never wanted to let go, not now, not ever. she was where she was finally supposed to be, right in his arms.
once they got time alone after his race, max had stolen her away from her friend and dragged her into his driver's room, locking the door and pushing her against the wall, slamming his lips onto hers. he had been dreaming about this for so long, his lips on hers.
he didn't want to so sexual with her, no not yet. being in the small driver's room where they couldn't be free out of the public eye wasn't a good place. he just wanted to touch her, hold her, love her, make sure that she knew how much he had missed this.
missed them being together.
her hands instinctively went up to hold onto his shoulders, holding on for dear life as he kissed her softly. the feelings going through him were a mix of nostalgia, longing and love. he loved her for so long and it was so like her to show up when it mattered the most.
he won it for her today, to show her, that the little max she knew still had it in him to win and to impress her even with a world championship under his belt.
she felt the softness and the gentleness that max was touching her with, she knew how much he loved her. how much he care, how much he longed for her touch and she did too, only so much more.
she had so many questions in her, on why he never replied to the letters she sent or why he never sent any himself, not knowing what happened with her letters and why they never arrived properly.
but she didn't care at the moment, all she cared about was that she was safely in his arms, never to be let go ever again.
safe to say, her lips were to the point of bruising that night. max had forbade her to go back home, or to be away from his sight. he had kissed her silly, not wanting to let her go and there she was, settled nicely in his arms.
it's not like she wanted to go anywhere anyway.
the movie in the background was long forgotten, max's lips felt like they were molded for hers. he had waited for her for so long, waited to feel her skin after so long and this just felt right, it felt right when he was with her.
"maxieâ mmhhâ my love, stop," she had to talk in between kisses, max didn't want to let her go, his fingers were basically imprinted onto her waist. she was straddling max as he sat upright and kissed her, so softly. like she would break if he was any harder, even though he absolutely did want to kiss her harder.
max released her from the kiss with a pout, his pretty lips were red and swollen from all the kissing they did. everything in the world just seemed to fade into the background when they were together, like everyone else in this world was so insignificant for their time and they were the only people worthy of each other's time.
"but why? i wanna kiss you, i miss you. i have waited for you for ten years, the least you can do is let me kiss you until you're sick of me," max mumbled against her lips and all she could do was giggle.
god, her laugh, he loved it.
she shook her head and left a final peck on his lips, "because i want to talk maxie, we can't just kiss whatever questions we have for eachother away," she told him but he seemed to think otherwise, she had moved back to put a bit of distance in between them, to make sure max didn't go in to kiss her again.
"oh yes we can, i don't care about the questions, schatje. i just wanna be with you, just like old days, but now it's so different because in those ten years without you, i finally realized what i felt and how i felt for you and i can't wait any damn longer to finally kiss those pretty lips of yours, so please. just let me do this for another three hours and we can talk," max begged as he pulled her closer.
she couldn't imagine kissing for another three hours as they spent the last hour doing it, but with him? she would do it for another life-time if she could.
the both of them later had the serious talk when they were done kissing each other, now wanting answers from eachother. their legs were tangled and intertwined with each other's, not wanting to let go from their skin to skin contact.
"first off, why did you never reply to my letters? i wrote you so many. so many that i lost count, i would always write to you but you never replied, why?" max's voice came out strained, all of the painful feelings from the last ten years of his life were coming out, her doe eyes looked up from where she was, laying against his chest.
"you wrote me letters? i wrote you letters, you never replied. i thought you got too busy with your karting career to replyâ"
"i could never get too busy to reply to you, but i never got any of your letters, schatje," max murmured against her forehead, kissing it gently after he spoke. she hummed a response before it dawned on her, she had always sent the letters to his father's address and she knew that his father wasn't fond of her, even offering her a huge lump sum of cash just for her to stay away from his son but she never accepted it, always choosing to be beside max, no matter what happened.
she looked up and sighed, she knew what happened now, she connected the pieces, "did you send your letters off to your dad?" she asked, and max nodded before it dawned on him too.
"that fucker hid the letters from you and never sent mine..."
she could only nod sadly, but it didn't matter now. all that mattered was that they were reconnected now.
scattered around them were the countless of letters max had written to her and all of the letters from her that he never received, the years of pining, longingâ all of them tucked neatly away into these little envelopes that held all of those unsaid feelings.
a soft sigh escapes her lips, she looked at all of them, there were hundreds maybe. all of them posted to where she stayed in korea but never sent, always kept in a big box where all of his letters were and hers were stuffed in there in a similar fashion.
her heart clenched when she saw how many there were, there were far more many than whatever she sent, even though she did send quite a big sum.
when max had found out, he stormed into jos' house and demanded to ask why he never sent out the letters that he wrote and a big fight broke out, she had to hold of max from physically harming his own father. then they left after given the big box filled with letters.
"there's so many..." she watched in awe as all of them were sorted by date, from the latest to the earliest, max looked up at her with those big blue icy eyes of his, he looked really sad. stuck in his feelings almost, not understand why his father would do whatever he did in the past.
max held her hand gently, pulling her into his embrace, "i have always loved you, even when i was a little kid. i just didn't understand what those feelings were, i just acted on how i felt and being away from you... i just couldn't. so i sent you my love in the form of these letters."
she left a lingering kiss on his cheek, she felt sorry for having to leave all those years ago. she should've fought, should've stood her ground on how much she wanted to stay but she was just a 16 year old kid who didn't know how to, "i know. i'm sorry i had to leave all those years ago."
"don't apologize, schatje. i have never blamed you for leaving me. i have always held love for you in my heart, even if you didn't know it."
"i always knew max, and i still do."
very willing to do a part 2 to this btw, will only do it when requested tho. not proofread, excuse grammar mistakes.
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# âIâM GONNA MARRY HER ANYWAYâ ââ .⌠( how batboys marry you and propose to you )
a/n: this is a request by anon (here) but literally this is making me feel like ultra single on a spectrum, anyways I love these type of requests because I like some simple stuff like this ya know? Tags: (batboys x fem!reader)
DICK GRAYSON ââ .âŚ
The Proposal: The stars are twinkling above as Dick stands beside you on a rooftop he transformed into a wonderland of fairy lights and soft music. âYouâve given me so many reasons to smile, and now I want to give you one more,â he says, his voice trembling with emotion as he gets down on one knee. His eyes are so full of love you feel like you could drown in them. When you say yes, he lifts you into his arms and spins you around, whispering, âI canât wait to spend the rest of my life loving you.â (Heâs such a mediocre man proposing đđ h/j)
The Ceremony: Dick watches you walk down the aisle, completely captivated, like heâs seeing the sun rise for the first time. His vows are filled with tender promises: âFrom the moment I met you, my heart knew it had found its home. You are my partner, my best friend, and the love of my life. I promise to stand by your side, to laugh with you, to cry with you, and to love you endlessly.â By the time he finishes, his voice cracks, and tears stream down his face. (You swear he cried like 6x times that day.)
Married Life: Every day with Dick is a celebration of love. He leaves you little notes that say, âYouâre my greatest adventureâ and brings you flowers just because. He holds your face in his hands like youâre the most precious thing in the world, telling you, âI fall more in love with you every single day.â
JASON TODD ââ .âŚ
The Proposal: Jason plans something quiet, but the depth of his love shines through. Sitting on the couch together after dinner, he pulls out a small velvet box and says, âIâm not great at speeches, and Iâve never been the guy who gets things right the first time. But I know I got this right. Youâre my home, my peace, and my everything. Marry me?â His voice is soft, almost vulnerable, and when he sees your tears, he gently wipes them away and says, âIâd spend my whole life making you happy.â
The Ceremony: Jasonâs vows are raw and honest: âIâve lived a life that didnât always make sense, but youâyouâre my clarity. You make me want to be better, to deserve the love you so freely give me. I promise to protect your heart, to cherish you every day, and to never stop fighting for us.â His hand shakes as he slides the ring onto your finger, but the love in his eyes steadies him.
Married Life: Jason doesnât just love youâhe adores you. Heâll randomly pull you into his lap just to hold you, resting his forehead against yours as he whispers, âYou have no idea how lucky I feel to have you.â On lazy mornings, he cooks breakfast for you, insisting, âYouâre too good for me, but Iâm keeping you anyway.â
TIM DRAKE ââ .âŚ
The Proposal: Timâs proposal is a masterpiece of thoughtfulness. He plans an entire day filled with your favorite thingsâa visit to your favorite bookstore, dinner at the place youâve been wanting to try, and finally, a quiet moment in a park under the stars. âIâve spent so much of my life searching,â he says, taking your hands in his. âBut with you, Iâve found everything Iâll ever need. Will you marry me?â His hands are shaking, but his voice is steady, full of hope and love.
The Ceremony: Tim looks at you like youâve hung the stars in the sky. His vows are deeply personal: âYou are my greatest discovery, the love I didnât know I was looking for. I promise to love you with the same care and dedication Iâve put into everything Iâve ever valuedâbecause nothing will ever mean as much to me as you do.â He kisses your hand after slipping the ring on, his eyes misty with tears.
Married Life: Timâs love is gentle but constant. He checks in on you throughout the day with texts like, âHowâs my favorite person?â and stays up late just to watch movies with you. On nights when heâs overwhelmed, he pulls you close and whispers, âI donât know what Iâd do without you.â
BRUCE WAYNE ââ .âŚ
The Proposal: Bruceâs proposal is understated but breathtaking. In a quiet corner of Wayne Manor, with a fire crackling in the background, he kneels before you. â Iâm not exactly good with words butâŚ..Iâve faced many things in my life, but nothing has been as terrifyingâor as wonderfulâas loving you. Youâve changed me in ways I didnât know were possible. Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?â His voice is steady, but his eyes are full of emotion. (He kinda proposes the same he did with Andrea Beaumont poor guy gets a bit of flashbacks đđ)
The Ceremony: Bruceâs vows are simple but deeply moving: âIn my darkest moments, you were my light. In my loneliest nights, you were my solace. I vow to be your partner, your protector, and your greatest love for as long as I live.â His hands linger on yours during the ring exchange, as if he canât believe youâre real.
Married Life: Bruce loves quietly but fiercely. He kisses your forehead every morning and holds your hand under the table during dinners. On difficult days, he pulls you into his arms and whispers, âYouâre my everything. I couldnât do this without you.â
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can i please request lando x single mom!reader smau?
really hope you like it! sorry that the comments are shit, very hard to come up with them. requests are open and always welcome!
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lando norris x single mum!reader
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yourinstagram luna's birthday month!!!!!!!!!!!!âď¸đđđ§Ą
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user02 lando and baby lunađĽšđĽšđĽš
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landonorris To my darling Luna, happy 1st birthday! Your giggles and smiles make every day special. I know I may not have been in your life for a very long time, but from the moment you came into my world, you've been loved as my own. Watching you grow this past year has been a blessing beyond words.Youâve brought so much love into my life, and Iâm blessed to be a part of yours for as long as youâll let me. Love you to the moon and back, princess!đŠˇđ
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yourusername Lan, Iâm so grateful for you every single day. your love and support have meant everything to us, and seeing the way you step up and care for Luna just melts my heart. Thank you for being an amazing partner and an incredible father figure. Weâre very lucky to have you in our lives. I love you so so so so so muchđŤśđťđ
âłlandonorris forever thankful for you and lunađ
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adam_norris_pure_electric grandma and grandpa are wishing baby L a very happy first birthday. We canât wait to see her! liked by author
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yourusername Happy 1st Birthday to my beautiful little girl! This past year has been a whirlwind of joy, love, and endless wonder. From your first smile to your first steps, every moment with you has been a precious gift. Watching you grow and discover the world has been the greatest adventure of my life. Your laughter lights up my days and your cuddles make everything better. Iâm so proud of the amazing little person youâre becoming and feel incredibly blessed to be your mom. I love you to the moon and back, my sweet angel.â¨
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user08 your journey as a mom is so inspiring. happy 1st birthday to your darling girl! sheâs lucky to have such a wonderful mom!
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tf 141 with a reader who loves jewelry >>
Itâs not a particularly visible obsession; all your boys know is that theyâve never seen you without jewelry. Be it pretty, delicate earrings, a lovely necklace that rests in between your cleavage, or a gleaming set of rings and bracelets. They are eye-catching, on occasions, and other times they blend so nicely into whatever outfit you have adorned yourself with.
They donât realize it, they donât make the connection until youâve invited them into your house, and then you are leading them deep, deep into the basement until they are in front of a closed room. The entire thing is suspicious, honestly alarming because Ghost did so much research into you but never knew anything about this- but you look so nervous and hopeful, emotions bared.
They arenât prepared to enter a room stuffed full of jewelry. A room practically glittering, gleaming like youâve brought yourself a corner of the starry universe. Rows upon rows, cabinets and closed glass cases. And then you are smiling, stepping into the room and urging them in.
âI⌠Iâve always loved jewelry,â you clear your throat, voice soft and hushed. You look around, an unmistakable look of fondness and happiness in your eyes. âNecklaces, earrings.. anything that can be put on the body to adorn it more than clothes could. Ever since I was a child, I was, well, obsessed with collecting them. I love collecting them, and every piece here is precious to me.â
Your cheeks turn pink, and you look away from their gazes. ââŚbut you are more precious to me, and I trust all of you. Which is why I feel happy, showing this part of me to you. AndâŚâ
You grin now, opening a cabinet with a simple key you put away to pull out four jewelry boxes. â-And that is why I got these!â
You open the first box, showing John a beautiful necklace that holds a single garnet shaped into a delicate teardrop. Garnet, for his birthstone. John, John, John- a man who will always have your heart. John, who treats you like a jewel even more delicate than the one in your hands. Youâve never had anyone hold you quite as he does, so full of love.
The second box is for Soap, for your Johnny. A dangling pair of earrings that would brush across your skin should you wear them, almost as sweetly as his kisses across your body. A stormy blue, much like his eyes.
Third box is bigger- the biggest. This one, you had custom-made. Not cheap at all, but worth every single dollar. Made entirely out of diamonds, the shoulder pieces would drape so elegantly across your shoulders and dangle off your back, like a never-ending embrace. Your most expensive piece to this day, and yet you would so easily swear that it did not compare to Gazâs beauty anyways. It was based on him, on how you looked at him, on the sheer love you felt for and from him.
The last piece is a necklace. It curls around your neck not like a collar, but like a hissy cat seeking warmth. Three rows of pearls, shiny and pretty, and in the middle sits a round red jasper. You donât remember when it had been, but youâd read that red jasper meant courage, preseverance, and healing. Perfect for your brave, incredible Si, whom youâll always admire and adore.
But in your enthusiasm of describing how and why you chose each piece, you are blind to the way they look at you:
In a room full of gems, jewels and stars, you shine the brightest to them.
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All of a Sudden, There You Are
3k. homelander x gn!reader. pining. pure fluff! an older fic that desperately needed cleaning up. rewritten for a consistent perspective and added 600-some words. gif credit. AO3 link.
As Homelander's stylist, it's your job to ensure he looks his best, whether he's saving the world or saving face in front of the cameras. After nearly a year servicing him, things between you change abruptly.
Familiarity and consistency feed a base need in all of us. So much of what is best in us is bound up in the permanence of those around us that it becomes the measure of our stability. For Homelander, there are precious few things in his life that offer him any such quality of solidarity. People come and go. It's the nature of the business that has always been his life.
He's stopped paying attention to the PA's, interns and other worker ants that rotate in and out. Their faces blend together in a bland sea of normality and mediocrity. They're little more than cogs in the machine of his contrastingly extraordinary life.
Funny, then, that you should catch his attention amidst the insectoid buzz of it all.
It happens quite abruptly. He's just sat down before a brightly lit vanity where it's your job to style his hair and makeup, as it has been for the last several months. You greet him good morning, as you do every time, but for whatever reason... He notices you today.
"Remind me, what's your name again?" Homelander asks, watching you draw a comb from your kit.
That visibly catches you off guard. You offer only a dumbfounded stare for a moment before snapping to attention, smiling sheepishly as you introduce yourself. The name doesn't sound familiar to him. Had he never actually asked? Probably not. Thereâs rarely a point in bothering.
He hums contemplatively. "You've been styling me for a while.â
"Yes, sir. About eight months now," you say, using the comb to begin working product through his hair. Heâs fairly certain this is the most he's ever spoken to you in all that time.
That sounds like both a long while and yet no time at all. It's nothing in the grand scheme of his life, but in terms of the people he sees consistently, that puts you in a shockingly small pool of individuals. Inevitably they move on, whether by choice or because theyâve found a way to irritate him enough that he has them dismissed.
He can recall his last stylist not by their name or face, but by the way theyâd always manage to spray product in his eyes. They hadnât lasted two days. The one before that he canât bring to mind a single detail of.
Typically humans only become exceptional to him for how they grate on his patience. Youâve somehow managed to avoid making yourself noteworthy in that regard. Before today you had served as little more than a properly functioning gear in the well-oiled machine of his life.
Now it's as though you suddenly exist to him. Blood, flesh, laughter and all.
"Gooood morning," he greets you the next day, once again triggering another flare of surprise in you. Heâs aware of the strangeness of his initiation, but behaves as though he isnât. He flashes you one of his trademark Hollywood grins.
"Good morning to you, sir," you say with an answering smile that catches his eye. You sound pleased, which tickles something pleasant in the back of his own mind. He likes how well youâre mirroring his shift in mannerism.
He waves his hand dismissively. "Please, Homelander is fine. You keep it awfully formal."
You're actually quite pretty, he notices. Not exceptionally so, not like the celebrities and figures of social influence that someone like him brushes shoulders with on a daily basis, but... pretty nonetheless. He doesn't remember you being this pretty before, and speculates while you work whether you've changed something about yourself. He cannot put his finger on what exactly that may be, though.
Heâs perceptive when it comes to the things that matter. Until yesterday, you hadnât.
You laugh sweetly, pushing your fingers through his hair. His eyes flutter shut as you do. Youâre good with your hands, much better than the last stylist. Heâs sure he made note of that at some point, but in the same way someone notices when a door stops squeaking. You take it for granted after the first time.
"I'm a creature of habit. Might take me a couple tries to adjust," you warn, covering his forehead with your palm as you spritz product into his hair. You never let any of that sticky crap get on his face, much less in his eyes. You take measures to ensure his comfort, even though heâs never scolded you. You seem to do it entirely out of reflex simply because you care enough to.
"Well, you've made it this far. You've got time to adjust," he says. Now that he's seen you, he finds that he doesn't care for the thought of you being gone. More than that, he starts actively looking forward to the time he spends in the chair with you. What used to be a monotonous aspect of the celebrity side of his life becomes a comforting ritual.Â
The two of you chat with surprising ease, like old friends made new. He tells you about himself, vents to you about work and personal business alike. In turn he learns about you and the life you live beyond the time you share with him. Itâs nothing extraordinaryânot like hisâbut it's yours, and for some reason, thatâs enough to make it interesting.
The more he grasps that you are an entire person outside of the service you provide him, the more he wants to know. He doesnât give a fuck about your elderly cat, but he does like the way your voice changes when you talk about it. His mind drifts when you tell him these little anecdotes, and he wonders what you tell the people in your life about him. He wonders if your tone similarly changes when you do. Do you speak fondly of him? Days turn to weeks. Little by little, Homelander discerns small changes in himself. Thereâs a slight pep in his step these days. The sun feels a little warmer, the thrum of crowded events less irritating. His attitude towards interviews flips; even the ones he used to dread he begins to anticipate. He knows youâll have him looking and feeling his finest. He knows that regardless of what awaits him, youâll have something to say about it that will make it easier to smile for the cameras.
Thinking of you is sometimes all it takes.
When he has nothing on his schedule to be styled for, he sulks. On those days, he misses your laugh the most.Â
He makes sure the products he keeps at home are the same as the ones you use. The smell of them reminds him of the smell of you, of your knock-off Dior perfume that fades too quickly after you apply it, which makes it just perfect for his keen sense of smell. The humble subtlety of you, your sincerity and gentleness, have become a boon against the unfeeling corporate reality of his life. On the days he does see you, he begins to miss you before heâs even left you. Now, as he walks to his next scheduled appointment with you, heâs painfully aware of the beat of his own heart. His stomach is twisting in on itself, though he isnât hungry. If anything, he feels a little nauseous. The closer he gets to the door, the louder the cacophony inside of him becomes. Is he sick? That shouldnât be possible, but he canât understand whatâs happening to him. Pausing just outside the door, he takes in a steadying breath.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
Taking a moment to collect himself, he gives his face two quick pats on either side, shaking his head. Get it together, he tells himself, stepping into the dressing room.Â
âGooood mornââ Homelander cuts himself short, looking around the empty room. His brows pinch. He isnât early. Pursing his lips, he takes a brief stroll about the room, clutching his hands behind his back. He peers down the hallway, cutting through the layers of wall with his vision. No sign of you on the grounds yet. He clicks his tongue.Â
Youâve never been late. Unable to settle, he paces for a while. He has the thought to call you, but he realizes he doesnât have your number. Why doesnât he have your number? It seems such an obvious thing to have despite the fact heâs never needed it.
Heâs just pulled out his cellphone to track it down from Ashley when the door suddenly opens and his head snaps up. The initial relief he feels is cut short, turning cold in his chest when the person who steps through the door is most definitely not you. âGood morning!â the woman greets him, her voice chirpy and grating in his ears. Sheâs not really happy to see him. She doesnât know the first fucking thing about him. At most, sheâs another sycophantic drone whoâs only pleased to breathe his air. In his upset, she looks freakishly distorted, her smile overly wide and fake. His leather gloves creak as he curls his hands into fists. âWho the fuck are you?â he asks, voice as measured as he can manage it. His anger hits in an unreasonable surge, hot like lava from a volcano. This womanâs only crime is the fact sheâs not you, and yet itâs enough to make him want to rip her head off her shoulders, spine and all. The woman hesitates in the doorway, her chipper demeanor flipping to a fearful one. âUhm, my name is Lisa, Iâm supposed to style you toââ âWhere is my stylist?â he interrupts her, prowling towards her like a hungry predator. He says again, louder this time, voice full of anger and anxiety in equal measure, âWhere the fuck is my stylist?!â âIâ I donât know!â Lisa yelps, stepping backwards from him. âI was called in as a last minute replacement! They saidâ they said there was an accident, orââ Homelander pushes her roughly out of the doorway, blowing past her with a frustrated growl. She hits the wall hard before crumpling to the floor like a lifeless sack of potatoes, but he doesnât even register it. He calls Ashley, stalking down the hallway, his footfalls loud with fury. Why the fuck didnât anyone think to tell him? âAshley!â He snarls into his phone the second she answers. âTell me where the fuck my goddamn stylist is.â
Homelander is at the hospital within minutes. The staff puts up a meager effort to enforce protocols, but heâs The Homelander, and after a lie or two, they eventually let him through. He hates the smell of hospitals. The sickly mix of bleach and illness, the buzzing of the fluorescent lights. They never should have brought you here. You should be in Voughtâs med ward.
You should be with him. When he finds you, youâre sitting with the hospital bed halfway reclined, wearing nothing but a hospital gown. The vibrant reds and blues of his suit paint a sharp contrast to the stark white walls of the hospital room when he steps inside. You have a pudding cup in your hand, though you nearly drop it when you see him in the doorway. His hair is woefully unstyled, splayed loose in every direction from his flight. âH-Homelander,â you sputter, choking on your bite of pudding. You swallow, clearing your throat. Heâs walking towards you. The closer he gets, the faster your heart beats in his ears. âWhat are you doing here?â âAre you okay?â He asks, blowing off your question entirely. He blinks and his vision flickers through your clothes and skin alike. He scans your body for internal damage, for broken or fractured bones. Youâre not wearing a cast or anything, but he needs to be sure. You nod, clutching at the blanket, wearing your confusion plainly on your face. âYeah, Iâm okay, itâs probably just mild whiplash, but Iâm getting an x-ray to beââ âYouâre fine,â he breathes more to himself than to you, his relief palpable. He can hear the flustered patter of your heart clearly. With the adrenaline wearing off, heâs beginning to feel that sickly familiar feeling that he had experienced in the hallway; butterflies rampant in his stomach, battering their wings frantically inside him. His jaw feels tight, his tongue too big for his mouth. Staring at you now, frail and precious as you are in this ugly hospital bed, he realizes whatâs the matterâwhat has always been the matterâhe is deeply and incurably in love with you. âAre you okay?â You ask, taking in his tortured expression, his wildly wind-swept hair. The obvious concern in your voice and in your eyes churns his already twisting gut. âNo,â he says, the response knee-jerk. Even though the room is still, he feels as though the world is spinning around him. âNo, I think Iâm in love with you,â he says, expression twisted up, like heâs figuring out each word as he says them. Your heart skips a beat, your breath catches in your lungs. Itâs as if the words have paralyzed you. Homelander laughs. It sounds a little hysterical.Â
âIâm telling you all of a sudden, but it isnât new with me,â he says, reaching out to cup either side of your face in his gloved hands. âI love you,â he says, voice firmer now, the realization setting in fully. He looks slightly delirious with it. Heâs discovered a secret that he should have known all along, that seems so obvious in hindsight. Of course he loves you, because you love him. The gentleness in your hands as you touched his face, the care in your fingers stroking through his hair far longer than both of you knew you needed to. You dedicated yourself like no other to showing him reverence in service of him, and is that not love in its purest form? And yet, you donât look to share his elation. You look like youâve been struck by lightning, expression wide and bewildered. You still havenât taken a breath. Homelanderâs smile falters. âWhatâs the matter?â He asks, tone dropping a touch. âThis is good news! Great, even.â For every second that you do not speak, the beat of his heart feels heavier in his chest. Why donât you look happy? Finally, you suck in a shaky breath. He watches you with all the intensity of a viper poised to strike.
âIâŚâ You hesitate. You lift your hands and grip his wrists, squeezing them through the thick fabric of his gloves as if to convince yourself that heâs really there. Maybe the accident was worse than he thought. Did you hit your head?Â
Panic swells in his chest. It hadnât occurred to him you might not reciprocate. The thought makes him ill.
âI neverâŚâ your eyes turn glassy, welling with tears. âSay it!â he wants to shout, his own heart hammering loudly enough to nearly drown out your words. âI never would have thoughtâor even dreamedâin a million years that you might love me back.â
love me back.
Like a dying ember roaring back to life, Homelanderâs demeanor reignites, his faded smile broadening once more.Â
âI realized it when I was worried fucking sick because you didn't show up,â he says, leaning closer to you. Heâs brought the scent of ozone from the sky he tore through on his way to you, but all he cares about is the faint smell of pudding lingering on your lips.
He huffs a laugh. âThey sent in some idiot to fill in for you. Like they could replace you. I almost tore her head off,â he says, giddy with euphoria. Your expression shifts, brows furrowing. âWait, what? You almost-â âIâm gonna kiss you now,â he interrupts, his voice a low rumble. He can already taste you in the breaths youâre close enough to share with him, and heâs never been hungrier for anythingâor anyoneâin his life. You fall silent with a shiver, nodding minutely, eyes falling shut. âPlease do.â His lips meet yours in a gentle press. He deserves a medal for not crushing you with the sheer magnitude of his desire. You all but melt against him, settling into his grip as smoothly as you settled into his life, his mind, his heart. When the two of you break apart, you make a breathless noise that shoots through him like a bolt of lightning. He feels hyper aware of your every sound and move.
God, how he wants to feel every part of you.Â
You move your hands to touch his face and he leans into the softness of your caress. Youâve been close enough to kiss more times than he can count. The fact itâs only now occurred to him to do so seems like lunacy. Your eyes dip to his lips, your thumb brushes the bottom one. He catches it with a quick kiss and you laugh your sweet bell-chime laughter.
Pushing your hand into his hair, the wondrous joy in your expression becomes tinged with amusement. âAnd people wonder why I use so much gel,â you murmur, smooth the wild splay of his hair down with both hands, cupping the back of his head. Homelander smiles wide and boyishly, which prompts you to kiss him again.
âIâm not having some kind of brain bleed hallucination right now, right?â You ask quietly, the tip of your nose lightly pressed to his. He brushes his lips against yours between words. âYouâre serious?â
âAs a heart attack,â he purrs, stroking your cheek with his thumb. Despite the ugly fluorescent lights and the dreadful hospital stench all around, you look resplendent in your joy.
He had been right. It was love that you touched him with. It had been subtle, imbued in your every movement, and for months he had soaked it up until, unbeknownst to him, he fell into it as well.
âTrust me when I say youâll be seeing a lot more of me from now on,â he says, brushing your nose with his.
Maybe instead of tearing them limb from limb, heâll send flowers to whoever the sorry son of a bitch that rear-ended you this morning was. Who knows how much more time he would have wasted before he realized he was utterly smitten with you.
#i've been meaning to get this fic fixed up for ages bc the original was a MESS and randomly switched to the reader's pov halfway in lol#but i have major fondness and nostalgia for this fic#it's from like my first month in the fandom#homelander x reader#homelander x you#homelander fanfiction#x reader#my writing#fluff
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âBETTER AT LOVING YOU.
Sae has always believed that playing football was the only thing he was good at. Meeting you drastically changed his belief. Sae is reminded again while trying to teach you how to play football, which you fail. Badly⌠BUT he still loves you nevertheless.
content warnings: established relationship, tooth-rotting fluff, fem!reader, present to past flashbacks pairing(s): itoshi sae x reader word count: 1600+ A/N: idek
PRESENT.
âI donât get it! Why the hell are there so many rules to a game that's whole premise is just âkick ball in goal, win.ââ you say defeated.
Sae knew that this wasnât going to turn out very well, but after your constant pestering for about 4 minutes, he gave in.Â
The result?
Pouty you lying on the turf of the empty indoor pitch after about⌠maybe 20 minutes? After sliding away every single time he tried to pass the ball to you, you seem to have given up.Â
âWhat if I get hit by the ball or something?â you said before.
âThen move on?â he says questioningly.
You did NOT take that well.
With a great big sigh, Sae makes his way to sit near your body and look at your exasperated face. He brushes away the loose strands of hair in front of your face. His eyes trace yours, âmesmerized and in loveâ the public would describe.Â
Well. Sae is not denying any of those allegations.
âItâs fine,â Sae insisted âYou're not planning to be a pro football player any time soon anyways.â
âSee but if I was anyone else would you be saying that?â you questioned.
âNo.âÂ
âHmph! See! It isnât really fine.â
âYouâre you and everyone else is lukewarm and boring. Why does it matter that I treat them differently?â He squints at you.
Your mouth is left agape at his response.Â
Saeâs lips turned upturned at the sight. You reply with a big grin on your face. Itâs always a treat to see your handsome loverâs smile you always say to him.
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PAST.
Meeting a girl being chased by a seagull was not on his agenda this summer.
Sandwich in hand you rain around the empty sandy beach being chased by one, no wait two, hold on now three?! To simplify it you were being chased by seagulls, many, many seagulls.
Sae watches you with curious eyes, head swaying left and right following you as you try to protect your oh-so-precious sandwich in hand. Finally, after much anticipation, you throw the sandwich at one of the seagulls in despair, but he could tell that you were out of breath. Your hands on your knees heaving after much running from the evil sea birds, you whip your head toward the pinkish-maroon head man.Â
Sae not being too far away makes out the words falling from your pretty lips:
âYOU! WHYâD YOU JUST STAND THERE?â You point at him accusingly.
Running up the stairs and⌠pushing him down to the ground?
âAh. Oops. I didnât actually mean it-â
And thatâs where your sudden story of love began. After the apologies and bickering you forced him to buy you new food as an apology. Sae looks at you with an eyebrow raised, hands in pockets.Â
âIâve seen a lot of fans trying to ask me out, but Iâve never seen someone as stalkery and insane as you.â He says as if itâs a fact.Â
âYou were literally watching me for the past ten minutes,â you reply blankly.
Seems like Sae canât argue with that.
He finds out on your little rendezvous that you're here in Spain for vacation and you arenât a stalker fan. Though Sae questions if thatâs true ever so often. Your intentions are clear though, after this, you want nothing to do with him.
Which⌠is new...
So in your next days in Spain, somehow fate has linked you two together in some of the coincidental places Every. Single. Day. Much to your avail.Â
Sometimes itâs bumping into him again on a random alleyway. Others itâs you getting scammed in a tourist trap and Sae is just âtoo annoyedâ to see a tourist get their money taken away.
Except, every practice he goes to now he wonders if heâll see you again today. His mind used to be filled with only one thing and that was football, but somehow youâve wiggled your way into his mind.
Maybe even his heart.
His stone-cold expression to you is just a challenge to break the ice even more and you find yourself growing warmer to the emerald-eye man.Â
Your odd compliments and your unique character stir something inside of him. He continues to tell himself that this is only temporary and heâll forget about you after you leave.
Even though.
Even though, he doesnât want you to leave.
His brain is now filled with more of you than football. He thinks about what he can do to make you smile, to laugh. He thinks about what gifts youâd like next and if youâd like churros more or xuixos.
You ask him questions past his athlete life and ask him about things he likes to do. Unfortunately, he has no reply. Heâs known nothing more than football all his life.Â
So you open him to the world of, well, everything else. You force him to go on walks with you and visit random tourist places that Saeâs gone to millions of times, but every time with you seems brighter than the last. You teach him about your hobbies and other places you visited. You talk about your home country to him and reminisce about the times in high school. This summer is different, more you.
Time passes by and you two grow closer. Even his teammates see the subtle differences. They look shocked to see that Sae is doing something outside of practice.
At some point, the spontaneous meetings arenât enough and at one of your meetings, you take his phone and add your number to him with a cute little selfie of you. You always remind him how much of a dry texter he is, but he always replies instantaneously even to your random texts at 3 am.
Youâre âbearable,â he says.Â
Bearable enough to have you as the only person who can bypass Saeâs Do Not Disturb.
Time slows when heâs with you, always experiencing new things with you.
Time doesnât stop completely though.
At some point, you have to leave. Itâs only summer after all.
And that fact leaves a bitter taste on his tongue.
You, however, donât seem a bit worried. Sae frowns at the fact.
Until one day before your departure, he asks.
âWhy donât you seem fazed?â
âHmm?â you say while stuffing all sorts of pastries in your face.
âAbout leaving I mean,â he says in a hushed tone.
âItâs not like this is goodbye though. Weâre still gonna talk duh.â You say as if itâs a matter of fact.
Saeâs taken aback at your reply. Heâs used to your random replies but this one seems so.. genuine. You donât plan to leave this behind, your memories behind.
You donât plan to leave him behind.
The day your plane departs is probably one of Sae disliked days. You wave at him but donât say goodbye, instead it's a âSee you Later!â
And you leave.
He wonders if youâll text back if youâll really keep your promise of staying in touch.
And you do.
You call him when your plane arrives back in your country. You tell him how bad the legroom was and everything else. Heâs happy to hear your voice.
So after some weeks of constant calls, texts, and memes, you ask the dreaded question.
âSo.. uh.. What are we?â you laugh nervously.
Sae is lying in his bed, it's currently 11 pm, very much past the time he should be asleep by now.Â
âSaeeeeâŚ??â you drag out.
He furrows his brows, taking in the question. What are you two?
âWhat do you want to be?â He internally slaps himself at the reply.
âThatâs so ominous.â You joke.
âI mean, I donât know. Does the famous athlete Itoshi Sae have a secret girlfriend on the side right now?â you ask.
âNo. UnlessâŚâ He trails off.
âUnless??â
âUnless you want to be mine.â He declares.
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PRESENT.
Sae smiles fondly at the memories. He blanked out out of pure embarrassment, but he recalls your reply being something like âWell you better ask me properly!â He remembers looking for flights for you to come back to Spain. And when you do things become official. You stay at his place because itâs âcheaperâ, but you both know that itâs just an excuse. You spend time any time you can. He still clearly remembers the day when you called his penthouse your home.Â
He knows heâs not very good at a lot of things out of football, but he knows heâs good at loving you. After a couple of years, he made you his wife. The one heâll always come home to after a game or practice.
âWhatchuâ smiling about huh?â You beam.
He rolls his eyes.
âDid you just roll your eyes at me?!â
âI didnât roll anything. You should be practicing rolling the ball around right now.â he says dryly.
âYouâre so unfunny Sae.â You drag his arm down and topple on him.
âNo more football!â You state loudly.
âNo more football,â he repeats.
Sae never thought heâd be saying that line ever in his life. He never even thought of marrying anyone.
But sometimes fate can surprise us.
So while football was a bust for you it was still a good time spent in Saeâs egoist mind. Any time with you is a good time in all honesty.
You may not be the best at football, but thatâs okay. He doesnât need another football lover he just needs you to love him
And with this in mind,
Sae is good at football sure, but heâs pretty sure heâs better at loving you over anything else.
#bllk#bllk x reader#bllk x you#sae x reader#itoshi sae#sae itoshi#sae itoshi x reader#sae itoshi x you#sae itoshi x y/n#sae itoshi fluff#blue lock fluff#sae x you#bllk fluff#bllk sae#bllk smut#sae smut#sae fluff#itoshi brothers#sae
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please please please i need you to write something for my man Aegon I love how you write for himđ
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Aegon II Targaryen x fem!reader
-summary:normally Aegon would ignore Helaena and her strange behavior but,since his wife Y/n got pregnant,he canât help but think about the words his sister said the moment he announced the news.
-warnings:set in season 1,pre blood and cheese and luke death,teen pregnancy(both Aegon and reader are sixteen),talk about child death,Aegon being paranoid and keeping secrets,Helaena predictions,classic asoiaf warnings,reader can be of whatever house you want.
-thank you so much for the request and let me know what you guys think,send you all my loveđŠˇ
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It hurts.
Love,Aegon thinks.
Love hurts.
His heart bursts,his heart explodes,his heart climbs down his throat and assaults his temples, squeezing and compressing them until his eyes darken,until it scars the tormented irises and pupils.
Loving too much is fatal.Or not?
Isn't that so?
Live well,live badly.Does he lives at all?
âI don't knowâ,his conscience responds.
Aegon would like to know,but he doesnât know.He doesnât even think he knows what the right way to live is anymore,heâs terrified that he doesnât know what it means to live anymore.
How can he live?How?
How can he pretend that everything is alright?That everything,in the future,is going to be alright?
Normally Aegon wouldnât think about these sort of things,he used to live day by day dictated by his own selfish desires.But since he had got married two years ago,something in him changed completely.He started to understand what it meant to love and live for someone else,to wake up every morning early to just watch her sleep so soundly next to him,to stay sober at every hour so that he could remember her kind words,her sweet face and calm voice.Wanting to be a different version,a better one,of himself only because she showed him that he deserved happiness and love like everyone else and in return he only wanted to give her the best he could.
But golden necklaces,earrings,beautiful flowers and the most expensive dresses could not fill the hole that was slowly opening under their feet,a hidden tragedy ready to swallow them whole and to break their hearts and souls forever.
Aegon wasnât one to listen to his family,he longed for his mother love and his father attention,he despised his older half sister,made fun of his younger brothers and mostly ignored his other sister.Only this time,something happened,something made him look in Helaena direction for the first time and his ears had caught every single word that she had whispered to herself.
His wife,Lady Y/n,the most beautiful and kind woman,a innocent young girl with a heart too big for her body,was pregnant.It was true,what they said about expecting women,she was glowing like the most precious diamond and her happiness about becoming a mother,the mother of the lover of her life child,couldnât be contained by her shiny eyes and big smile.
ÂŤThe Maester said that signs suggest is going to be a boy.ÂťAegon had announced one day at the breakfast table.
His mother had smiled kindly and Aemond had nodded giving his shoulder a warm squeeze.It was still too early in the pregnancy to understand whether is was going to be boy or a girl,but still Aegon had hoped that the Maester was right.Having a son was a dream that he never dared to imagine or to say out loud until then,the living proof that he was going to be better than his father ever was for him.
Helaena was sitting next to him,quietly playing with a wooden butterfly,all lost in the secret gardens of her mind when she muttered something: ÂŤA son for a son.Âťwithout even understanding her own words.
As their mother and brother were talking,Aegon turned slightly toward her.Usually he wouldnât pay attention to his sister and her strange behavior,he was disgusted by all of those insects that she so lovingly brought everywhere like some pet on a leash and he was so relieved when his father had betrothed him to Y/n instead that her.He wouldnât even lister or look over her if in the past,her silent words of warning werenât revealed to be the sour truth.Aemond had lost an eye just like she had said.Maybe if back then he had listened to her,he would have helped his brother and nothing would have happened.
ÂŤWhat does it mean?ÂťAegon had whispered to her confused.
Helaena wasnât looking at him,her fingers gracefully tracing the toyÂŤThey only want the boy,not the girl.Âťshe said as if she didnât heard him,nodding to herself.
Aegon left the spoon that he was holding,a sensation of nausea was crawling up his stomach,his heart beating fasterÂŤThe boy?My boy?Who wants him?Âťhe asked.
His sister stayed quiet,every second felt like an agony for him.His mind became of stone and a part of his was laughing for the fact that he was actually really listening to her,to her crazy words and empty head.But still,something,maybe his father instinct that was already part of him,told him that what she was saying was another dark truth.
A boy and a girl,she had said.He was going to have both,twins.He couldnât even imagine it,praying that they would take after their mother soft and gentle spirit but also his fierce nature.Y/n would have been delighted to know that they were about to have twice of the love,but what would she said if she knew that someone wanted their son?
ÂŤThe rats.ÂťHelaena answered then,her eyes bore holes in his as she turned to look at her older brother,shiny lilac flowers watered in fear and condolences.
It had been months since that conversation and Aegon couldnât stop to think about it.Every night,as he watched Y/n sleep next to him while he so gently caressed her belly where two new lives were growing,he could still feel his sister horrified stare on him and her heavy words in his ears.
Y/n is talking to Aegon,while they were lying under the covers of their bed.Her head is on his chest,her hair smelled of flowers and peaches,her voice sleepy and always so tender as his hand was staying on her swollen stomach.She's talking to him about her day and he can't listen to her,he can't even see her behind his pale eyelashes that lower,behind his tired eyelids that are threatening to close tightly.
With the fingers of his free hand he massage them,the nail of his index finger finds a tear that was hidden there,at the corner of the right eye,and uprooting it,let it be dried out by air.
Aegon was exhausted.He had difficulty to sleep when every sound made him jump,every shadow in the corner gave him a heart attack.
He would like to stop thinking,he would like to find a way to turn off his mind,to blow up the candle that kept his brain from sleeping and this crazy thought makes him understand that he had become even more incredibly pathetic than he already was.
Aegon was terrorized.If he already ignored Helaena,now he was avoiding her like the plague in fear that she could say something else,or worse,talk about her thoughts to Y/n.
Y/n,his beautiful and sweet wife,already had so much to think about.Being eight months pregnant was taking a toll on her,even though she never stopped smiling,he could see that she was tired and that her body couldnât bare it anymore.He couldnât let her worry about something that his weird sister said to him,not when the Maester said that she needed peace,calmness and affection.And even if he hadnât said that,how could Aegon tell her what was keeping him awake at night?
He set more and more knights to follow his wife around to make sure that nothing happened to her and his children,the Maester came to check on her at least once a day and when he wasnât with her,his mother would keep her company in the solarium.He had personally hired people to hunt the rats of the Red Keep.Aegon so often dreamed of being just like the armors that Ser Arryk wears,cold, motionless,empty,that he has come to believe that it would be beautiful,it would be fulfilling,to be something without emotions and rest in a corner without light.
Aegon had still to meet his son,both of his children,after he had dreamed of him,of them,for so long.And yet already someone wanted to take his baby away from him.
The flashes of the veins on his forehead tingle and he clash,he crush himself,against an imaginary expanse of water that slaps his brain,crushes his lungs with long ivory tusks,disfigures his face.
Aegon was blocked.
He was stuck in some claustrophobic scribbled box,in a rusty bubble of his faulty soul,and he was afraid see beyond.But he could see the future,the one that Helaena had tried to warn him about.
He could see beyond and,the certainty is disconcerting,he clearly see that the worst nightmare of any human being,what wakes up men in the middle of the night and scares children with simple shadows,is the awareness of being chased:no one can ever escape from themselves,no one has ever escaped from destiny.
Not even him,especially him.
Because Aegon knew already,tasting it on the tip of his tongue,that what will happen is was going to be his fault.Certainly not because of Y/n.
ÂŤAm I boring you?ÂťY/n voice was tired but still sweetÂŤForgive me,my days are monotonous,predictable and highly boring.Âťshe huffed,caressing his hand above her stomach.
Ever since she had started showing,her husband treated her like the finest and most delicate porcelain.All she could do during the day was read in their chambers,walk through the gardens and pray with the Queen.Not exactly a vivacious life,especially since Ser Arryk followed her every move.
She yawns,she apologizes,and Aegon finally slam the lumpy eyelashes and look at her.
Y/n is smiling,innocent,carrying his children and then his body moves by itself,he act instinctively, and get her closer to him.
A hand behind her nape,a strong and fast grip, almost stuttered,and Aegon feel her words on the palate,he eat them between his lips moving on her open mouth.He kiss her badly,and he hurt himself,he will hurt both of them,he kiss her following the dull rhythm of his ears,he kiss her and he pass the noise of his thoughts to her.
Aegon feels a hole in the center of his throat,a knot of cries,and this makes him sway and covers his eyes with torn red lightning here and there,it breaks his mind.Yet he keep kissing her.He have to kiss her.
Kissing Y/n scratches his soul,kissing her stirs up his fears and reminds him,in the pause of one of her breath,the so natural way in which pleasure and pain mix,get tangled,whenever pieces of skin graze and play with the tongues and crests of a fire.Fingertips caressing purple flames,white sheets reduced to blackened shreds,a plate of ice lying on the jigular.
Kissing Y/n now is like taking a sip of salt.Filling her mouth,having her under his palms,feeling the boiling heat of her cheeks against his nose and against his upper lip.
Y/n forces Aegon to give her every good part of himself,even those he thought were lost by now,and she does it with twisting tongues or with an annoying clash of teeth.All it takes is a simple touch and heâs willing to give her the world.She makes him wanting to be a better person and he so scared to fail her,that he wouldnât be able to protect her and the most precious things that they created together.
ÂŤAegon.Âťshe whispered on his lips,eyes fluttered closed.
ÂŤI love you.Âťhe said without thinkingÂŤI love you and our children.And I didn't think I could ever love,not this way.Âťhe confessed,his voice trembling as his mouth was on hers again.
ÂŤI love you too.Are you alright sweetheart?ÂťY/n asked placing a hand on his warm cheek,she could read him like a open book but sometimes even her couldnât understand him completely.
Aegon wished he could tell her all about what was going on in his mind.To share with her his deepest fears,to let her hold him and tell him that everything is going to be alright and that they will be safe and together for all of their lives.
But when she starts kissing him in a different way,like a helpless girl who would let herself do anything from him,when she starts kissing him with a teenage heat,a heat so in love and so lost, then he would like to do something else.
He would like to yell all the terrible words that Helaena told him,he would like to tug on her and burst her stupid and crazy soap bubbles in front of her eyes and he would like to do it just to remind her who he really was.To remind his sweet Y/n that so willingly loved,accepted and cherished him,that believed that with him nothing could touch her,that he was still a dragon and dragons are known to burn people.
Aegon doesnât answer her,he just lets his forehead on hers with his eyes closed.
ÂŤYou donât have to worry.ÂťY/n murmured against his skinÂŤYou are not like your father and our children already know that,they love you just like I do.Âťshe promised him,their hands interlaced on her belly.
He had voiced his concerns about fatherhood the moment she told him that she was with child,his child.Children now.And she had spent countless nights reassuring him that he was going to be a good father,a better one,unlike his.That he was going to be there for them,but now he knows that he canât escape his own fate.His father shadow will forever be there to remind him that they are just the same:bound to fail their families.
âStop it,please.Stop holding my heart so tight in your hands,that's enough.âAegon thought.
It was in moments like these that Aegon remembered that Y/n was just a girl,a frightened sixteen years old who lives every second with her chest open,her heart too visible to anyone,too exposed.The feelings,the emotions,painted between her bright eyes and lips,make her an easy target,a sacrificial lamb,a too good person who can easily be stabbed in the back.
Her goodness and naivety makes her vulnerable and Aegon knows it,Gods,he knows it.
Because Y/n is not,in the slightest,capable of defending herself,she is not even able to understand the reality of the universe,she does not come to terms with the subtle and treacherous truths.She does not accept the existence of evil in the world,she does not accept the possibility that often what is considered good and right,is not really good,is not really right.
So how could Aegon get her away from the black that drips from his nails,scars,thoughts?Y/n thinks she knows how dark his soul is,she thinks she's got it,but he know she doesnât.
It will never be like this.
ÂŤAegon.Âťshe calls for him again as soon as she realizes that his mind is wandering too far.
Y/n throws his name on his skin and he swallow the panic that warms his esophagus,which runs through his every rib,as he block her head in his hands,almost in a trap.
Aegon push her to lie on the mattress,make her collapse between the pillows almost as if he had beaten her in a duel,and he hovers on top of her relaxed body,carefully holding her stomach.
Y/n doesn't tremble.
Heâs are literally assaulting her and she lets him do it,she agrees,she welcomes him between her legs,in her heart,in her mouth that moves a little away from his and then falls on his eyelids that are still closed.
Aegon wish he could tear his eyes out,blind himself with huge metal spikes.He doesnât let anyone get so close to him,heâd never done it and now more than before he wished didnât do it.Because now they would see it,they already saw it.It was evident,under the lights and everyone eyes that his legacy was about to be born and die all in once.
Even the rats will see it.If someone dared to direct their steps towards Aegon,if someone dared even raise their head towards him,they would see his pupils and find Y/n and their children in there.
At the center of all his thoughts,of all his hopes:the end of an entire life that has bent over itself in the hope of scraping together some more time and living it with them.
So what's wrong?What binds his eyelashes in a white spider web?Could Helaena be right or he was being paranoid again?She was right about the fact that Y/n was carrying twins,the Maester had confirmed it months ago,but could she be right about the rest?
Then he felt it,against his warm palm and his heart skip a beat.A little kick,yet strong and determined to be felt.
ÂŤLooks like someone woke up.ÂťY/n giggled,looking down at her body.
ÂŤI didnât mean to wake them.Iâm sorry.Âťis all that Aegon can whisper and he doesnât even know what heâs really apologizing for.
Y/n listens to him and suddenly recognizes something in the tone of his voice.She relaxes her limbs under him even more,completely wipes away any trace of tension as if someone had just cut the thin threads that moved her body,and she sulks as she touches his lilac eyes that he still deny her,stubbornly.
ÂŤWhy are you so sad?What happened?Âťshe said,concern covering all her beautiful face.
Itâs not what happened,but what could happen.
Aegon forced a smile on his lipsÂŤA bad dream.That's all.Âťhe lies,shaking his head.
Thats what he prayed every night,that it was all a nightmare and that he would wake up soon.
Y/n rubs her fingertips on his eyelashes and he feel her lips lying against his cheekbone.Sheâs smiling.
ÂŤDon't worry.I just found the last sleep crumbs that were hiding from you and threw them away. They were the ones who held back the bad dream and now they are gone.Âťshe explained to him,peppering sweet kisses on his face.
Aegon eyelids rise on their own and he clash with the flickering image of his wife looking at him and bringing to his face her index finger on which one of his eyelashes is placed,almost a crescent moon caught in the air and hovering towards the earth.
ÂŤDo you want to make a wish?My mother always told me to do it,but I have to admit that almost none of my wishes ever came true in this way. Maybe I was asking for impossible things,out of my reach.Same thing with the shooting stars.Do you want to try anyway?ÂťY/n was rumbling,now he remembered why she was friends with his sister.
Aegon leverage his elbows,without getting too far away from her and look at her strangelyÂŤWhat?Âťhe asked confused.
His cheeks mottled red and it seems to him that the way she bites her lips is yet another punch against his anesthetized emotions.
ÂŤForgive me,it's such a stupid thing.Please forget it.Âťand while she is saying it she moves her nail in the act of throwing away his wish that has taken on the common form of a pale eyelash.
Y/n gesture makes the eyelash roll down and it swirls over itself and chases the earth,chases its tail,forms several open circles into which he stick his dream,his nightmare,his hidden thought.
The eyelash is lost on the red carpet and Aegon don't see it anymore.
He look for Y/n gaze again as she pushes him back into kissing her.She asks him,clumsily,to let go of those silly words of hers.The words of a girl that was still too young and forced by her father to grow up too fast,a girl hat was still a child herself with all of her fantasies and fairytales.A child that will raise children soon.
Because Y/n was better than Aegon,she is,even if she doesn't know it,and she showed it to him so many times that he has now lost count of the occasions when he felt at fault.Occasions when he realized he don't deserve her.
Aegon prefer to ignore this reality of the facts,he prefer to put his lips on her collarbone and bite slowly,resume and rummaging through her fertile body,one hand in her hair and the other under her nightgown,and grab as much as much as she offers him.
And Y/n offers Aegon everything,always.
ÂŤNo wish was ever fulfilled?No one?Âťthe question comes out of his teeth before he can control it,it pours out as his mouth moves over her belly that he suddenly feel quiver.
She is laughing.All three of them are,he realizes as he start tracing with his fingers his children imaginary features on the skin of her stomach.
ÂŤMaybe two of them.ÂťY/n says,referring to the lives she created inside of herÂŤBut I found out that my wishes only come true when I look at myself in a puddle.Âťshe laughs again with her mouth open and then moves her head into a pillow.
His fingertips tingle on contact with her skin and his stomach closes into a knot the moment he notice how the intimacy that his movements has turned into familiarity.Because that is what they were going to be soon,a family.
ÂŤWhen did you looked at yourself into a puddle?ÂťAegon suddenly asked,giggling a bit when another kick met his hand.
Y/n hand found its way into his messy silver locksÂŤThe day that my father had accompanied me here for our betrothal.Âťshe tells him,a warm feeling in her chest at the memory.
ÂŤIt was raining.Âťhe said,he remembered perfectly the first time he saw her.
He remembered her father fussing all over her wet hair,trying to adjust her dress and to make her look presentable.But she was still the most beautiful and vulnerable creature that Aegon had aver seen.A little wet bird in a golden cage.
She noddedÂŤBefore entering the Keep i took a deep breath and,as I stared at my reflection into a puddle at my feet,I secretly wished that the husband i was going to have would love him as much as I love looking at the star.Âťshe smiled lovingly down at him.
It came true.Aegon felt his heart exploding in his chest,he loved his wife more than anything in the world.It was so easy for him to love her,how could he not?The thought that she had to wish for something like that,for something that for him was like breathing made his eyes flutter with little tears.
Aegon moved an arm and he already knew that he will hold her hand,remaining palm to palm,as he already know that her fingers will chase his,that they will squeeze,gasps.Wrists banging against wrists,veins in contact.
The time of a whole life that slips away.
ÂŤI have never made a wish.Âťhe confessed then.
He just took,he just wanted.
Oh Aegon,what a stupid mistake.
He stole the dreams of his future child,he had plundered entire experiences of the past,and yet he could have simply asked.With courtesy,with kindness.With a little humility.
What a stupid mistake.
ÂŤYou must have had a really bad dream.ÂťY/n whispers in her voice broken by his caresses,and then leans and puts her forehead against his as he rise to look at herÂŤBut itâs never too late,you can still have your wish.Âťshe reassured him.
No he couldnât and maybe they should stop talking,stop wasting time.They both should just exchange their saliva and shut up.Pant,moan obscenely and stop everything else.Eliminate among them the layers of soul,the remnants of some childish hopes,and join like empty bags.
It would be better this way,Aegon recognize this too,just below the surface,just below the peel of his chest,at least admit with himself that it would be better that way.He should stop discovering her hips with words,with confessions,with Helaena confusing words,with half-truths:it's too risky.
He should just close himself and unite with her only the bodies,discover the consistency of the painless choices and stay there stationary,inside an empty and deep gap in which the arms and legs move frantically without ever finding anything to hold on to.
This was his life once,before her.
Aegon had endless possibilities of oblivion,between the broken lines of the light palms,he had everything a young,spoiled prince could ask for.
The simplicity of superficial human relationships flowed through the buttonholes of his fingers and he continued to be unhappy,stubbornly perpetuated his pursuit of unhappiness,but he didn't know it,and therefore he really wasn't.
Or maybe yes?Maybe a part of him knew that?Is that why his chest is burning now?Because now he was finally happy for the first time and he didnât wanted it to end?
Because now Aegon has Y/n and he managed to create something pure and innocent and beautiful with her,giving them all of the good qualities he didnât knew he possessed.
Y/n seems to listen to his every secret and fear,to feel his breathing change and become noisier,deeper.She place a hand on his abdomen, slowly,she traces with her fingertips first his palm and then also his wrist,then also the blue vein,and repeat his name,repeat his name,repeat his name again.
Aegon enchant himself in front of the movement of her mouth and listen to the ticking of her heart that stretches until it pulls a painful fist on his gums.
Heâs an adult now,a husband and a father.He should behave as such and leave the butterflies to the kids and remember that him,in his stomach and belly,only have the worms of rotten apples.
This happens to those who never make a wish. Didn't he know that?
ÂŤI would kill for our family,even innocent people if this means keep the three of you safe.ÂťAegon suddenly said,voicing his thoughts out loudÂŤWould you still love me after that?Âťthe question is sour in his mouth.
Y/n opens her eyelids to the sound of his question,frantically slams her eyelashes,those eyelashes,and swallows with difficulty.The cheeks are even redder and the ears are also red,the eyes are shiny.Atoms of soul and innocence:they agglomerated together and formed her,a little girl composed of glass and cobwebs,bubbles and feathers.
The bravest Lady he had ever met.
ÂŤOf course I will love you.My heart is your for eternity.Âťshe replies and doesn't hesitate for a momentÂŤAnd I would do the same for us.Âťshe added with a whisper.
Her love for him is equivalent to a black hole in which he could immerse himself and observe a boundless horizon of stars broken and stuck in an icy ground.
She loves him.
And she knows that Aegon loves her too.But right now he can't even answer her,to tell her that heâs sorry,that heâs scared,that he reciprocate her feelings with the same intensity or that maybe he reciprocate them in an even more desperate way than her,crazier.He wish he could tell her that he wished they had more time,that he wasnât who he is,that he wished that they were born in a different place and had different lives to share forever.
Y/n face is beautiful,her forehead is smooth,no flickering lines to scar her tranquility,and the skin near her eyes is crumpled from the day they got married and started to live a life together.It's the restrained cries,the sleepless nights,the quarrels,the misunderstandings,the voracious kisses left on them like square pieces.
Y/n looks at him,her eyes are still shiny,and with her fingertips and palms she clings to his camisole.
Sh clings to him and Aegon doesnât feel any weight,he doesnât feel any pain,no discomfort.Then at least one thing shines certain and bright in his mind:she has become the very consistency of his body.She has entered his limbs,without him noticing,and she is so close to him,beyond the blood and the breaths,that her hand is now an extension of his,her chest is his,her back is his,her lips are his.
And they would be able to see it,all perfectly together in the faces of their children.
And it is not a mere matter of possession,just an arranged marriage to unite two houses,this is not the truth and it will never be.It is something ancestral,like being destined to meet her,being destined to belong to it,being destined to live there,despite time and space.
Aegon and Y/n were sitting on the opposite ends of a timeline,at two distant points in human life, so far away that they saw each other like blurred halos,and they wanted so much to find the other,they have desired it so much,so much,that they have decided to tilt the axes of existence,to hang on to them,and to reunite with an interweaving of hands.
They had bent their faces,touched their souls by ticking of nails,and nothing was the same again.What a stupid mistake they made,something that their innocent son will pay one day.
Aegon felt like he was on fire,his whole body was trembling and his heart ached in his chestÂŤY/nâŚIâŚI-Âťbut what could he tell her?
He could push her away from him,go ahead and just do it,but on his bones he will still find her shape and her footprints.If he looked for her,looked for her in him,he would find that she was everywhere.
ÂŤY/n,IâmâŚIâm really sorr-Âťhe tried to choke out what he could.
ÂŤDo you know what I wanted when I first looked inside a puddle?ÂťY/n didnât let him finish,instead she kept stroking his face lovingly to help him calm down.
Aegon doesnât move and she puts her index finger against his right temple,light.He knew that,from where she was from,it usually rained during the end of the summer and that she loved playing outside with her siblings and mother.She was the one that taught Y/n to look inside poodles and to dance in the rain,something that she would teach her future children too.
ÂŤI wished I could see myself.I wanted it intensely,I really wanted it with all my strength,as I never wanted anything in life.ÂťY/n started to explain him.
All of her life was planned for her,from the moment she came to the world,by her father that only saw his daughter as piece of chess to move on the board in order to gain power.She didnât even knew who she was if not Lady Y/n,a proper and polite young girl ready to marry in the royal house.But now she knew who she was,what she liked to eat,to read,what to do in her free time and it was all thanks to Aegon that had shown her how to be selfish for the first time and to live for herself.
ÂŤAnd I see myself now,I can see myself,but I'm not happy.Because I have a new wish,much more important:that you can see yourself in the same way I see you,the way our children already see you.Then yes,i would be happy.We would both be happy.Âťshe told him,sincerely with a little smile on her beautiful face.
Y/n had plundered his last feelings,which were nothing more than bread crumbs left attached to the eaten crusts.If the world fell,the sun fell,all the snow,the hail,the rain and the lightning fell,even the rainbow.He will make fire pour from the sky,he will spill blood just to keep his family alive and safe besides him.
Aegon doesnât say anything,he moves forward on top of her and kisses her one again.He has a wish now:time.The only thing he wanted was time,more time to see his children grow up and become beautiful people,time to spend with them and to teach them how the world works,to help them and hold their hands,to protect them when they were scared and to remains them that he will love them forever.More time with Y/n,to love and cherish her,to grow old with her,to make her smile and laugh at the most inappropriate times,to caress her sweet face at night as he watches her sleep.He just wanted more time,he deserved it.
ÂŤHow about,the next time that rains,we go outside,just us.ÂťAegon murmurs on her lipsÂŤI have a wish to make.Âťhe continued with a small smile.
And he prayed the gods,whoever could listen to him,that it would become true the moment Y/n giggled and nodded her head.He hoped but hope can do nothing against an already written destiny and then he will be ready to go to war.
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Little Rainbow
Pairing: Azriel Ă reader
Summary: When you canât comfort your baby daughter, you bring her to her dad, who always manages to calm her down.
Warnings: just lots of fluff
Word count: 2.2k
A/N: I thought I'd try my hand at writing second person pov instead of third. It just felt natural to write this one in 2nd pov. Maybe I'll stick with it in the future idk. This was born out of my baby fever btw, enjoy!
Azriel sensed you right before his shadows whispered of your arrival. He would recognize those steps and those soft wails anywhere.
A smile was already on his lips when the door opened with a small creak and you, his beautiful and loving mate, walked in holding your few-months-old daughter in your arms.
Leaning against the back of his chair, he watched as his shadows shot forward to greet the two of you, writhing around you and caressing your cheeks. You chuckled, but your daughter's soft cries stopped only for a moment before starting again, her little face even redder.
Azriel had spent centuries thinking he would never find love, that he wasn't good enough to deserve it. He was glad for his brothersâ happiness, and yet silently jealous of what they had. Brother, uncle, friendâhe was grateful for it all, he truly was, but he longed for something more.
Then he met you.
Even before the mating bond snapped, he already knew you were the one. He had never been so smitten with someone in all his long years. He fell for you as quickly as a stone sinks in water, and finding out you were mates was just the cherry on top. He was convinced he could never love anything or anyone as much as he loved you.
But then you got pregnant. And when you gave birth, one look at the tiny bundle in Madja's arms was enough to prove him wrong. Seeing his mate holding his baby shortly after brought tears to his eyes, and he couldn't keep them from falling when you passed him Irisânamed for the rainbow shining in the sky as she came into the world.
It was one of the happiest moments of his life, if not the happiest: looking down at the fragile, beautiful new life he had helped create.
But now, Iris was crying.
âOne of those days?â he asked, his arms already outstretched toward his daughter.
âYeah⌠sorry to interrupt you,â you answered with a sigh. You passed the baby to him and perched on the armrest of his chair. âBut I tried feeding her, playing with her. I sang her all the lullabies I know. Nothing worked. She wants you.â
Azriel smiled down at Iris, holding her as if she were the most precious thing in the world. And to him, to you, she was. You were never interrupting when it was about her.
âYou missed me, little rainbow?â he asked softly, a scarred finger trailing down her red, puffy cheeks. His shadows followed suit to swirl around her little face as if they could wipe away her tears.
He'd been scared at firstâscared he would somehow taint something so perfect with his scarred hands, hands that had done things he had never been proud of. Though you had reassured him many times, his every concern melted away completely only when Iris had grabbed his pointer finger and innocently put it in her mouth.
It was exactly what she was doing now. Under Azriel's adoring gaze, his daughter wrapped her tiny hands around the finger he had just used to caress her and began contentedly sucking on it, her wails stopping for the moment.
âI don't understand how you do that,â you complained, though your tone was soft, your eyes full of pure love and adoration as you watched your mate and your baby. âShe refused her binky when I gave it to her. Every. Single. Time.â
Azriel finally looked up from his child and met your gaze. Amusement sparked in his eyes at your grumble.
âDon't take it personally, love,â he said, curling one of his wings around you and gently nudging you with it. âShe said âmamaâ the other day.â
Catching on to his little wing bump, you slid from the armrest onto his lap, even as you rolled your eyes at him. âShe didn't say 'mamaâ. She was just babbling. She's too young to say words, Az.â
Azriel hummed thoughtfully, but his gaze slid back to Iris. She was still clutching his finger, and even though it had been almost seven months since she was born, watching her was as mesmerizing as the first time.
She had his eyesâhazel with a speck of greenâbut her hair was the same shade as yours. The two of you had initially spent hours simply gazing at her, whether she was awake or asleep, endlessly debating who she resembled the most. You claimed she had inherited Azriel's nose, he said she had your mouth. The truth was, it was too soon to know for sure, but neither of you cared. She was your rainbow, and she would always be perfect in Azriel's eyes.
The one thing he wasn't sure how to feel about was the lack of wings. After Feyre's tragic experience while giving birth, he had been relieved when Madja announced that your baby wouldn't have them. He never wanted to see you in such pain or risk losing you during childbirth. And yet, he was still Illyrian. Nothing could change that. A part of him longed for the chance to teach his baby daughter to fly, to hear the song of the wind and feel that unparalleled sense of freedom that only came from soaring high in the sky.
âMaybe it's the shadows.â
Your voice dragged him back to reality, and he turned to you with a furrowed brow.
âWhy she's always calmer around you,â you clarified, gesturing to the shadows swirling around Iris. You caressed her head, and her eyes tracked back to you as she giggled around Azriel's finger. âThey soothe her.â
Azriel smiled, his heart soaring at the sound of his daughter's soft laughter. His wing curled more tightly around you, drawing you closer so he could place a gentle kiss on your temple. âShe's just like her mom, isn't she?â
You could only nod, returning his loving smile with one of your own. It was trueâhis shadows had always been a safe space to you. The first time he had seen you upset, they rushed to you, swirling around you and brushing your cheeks and your neck until you chuckled. From that moment, whether it was anger, sadness, or fatigue, they would leave Azriel's side to cheer you up before he could even take a step in your direction.
Your head came to rest on Azrielâs shoulder and you both watched your daughter's eyes grow heavy, her lids starting to drop as she stubbornly tried to keep them open, her hold on her dad's finger relenting.
âYou fall asleep so easily in daddy's arms, don't you, little rainbow?â you whispered as you tenderly booped her cute little nose. âJust like mommy.â
Azriel chuckled, placing his now-free hand on the small of your back to gently nudge you to stand up. âLet's go to bed, love.â
You rose from his lap, and he immediately felt the absence of your warmth against him, but you only stood in front of him with that cute frown of yoursâthe one that created a small crease between your brows that he always wanted to smooth with his thumb.
Azriel knew exactly what you were thinking.
During the last month of your pregnancy, he had asked Rhys to keep missions away from Velaris to a bare minimum. And after Iris was born, he had stopped taking on any missions that required him to be away for more than two days, because he simply couldn't bear the thought of being separated from you and his baby girl. After centuries, he had finally learned the meaning of the word âdelegateâ. But sending his spies on jobs he'd usually do himself had led to a high pile of documents and reports on his deskâa pile he mostly tackled after you and Iris had gone to bed.
âI'm done working for tonight,â he reassured you, standing up and rocking Iris in his arms. âIt can wait.â
It couldn't, not really. Some of those papers had been sitting on his desk for days, and the Azriel he was until seven months ago would have recoiled at the mere thought of unfinished work. But that was before an eternal rainbow added even more colors to his life than you already had.
You only smiled at him and brushed a kiss against his cheek. âLet's go to bed, then,â you repeated before turning to walk out.
Azriel followed you, his babyâs eyes fluttering open at the movement and darting around as he walked down the pastel-blue hallway. She was always so curious, even when tired.
Not wanting to risk Iris deciding sheâd rather stay awake and explore than sleep, Azriel began to hum her favorite lullaby. You glanced over your shoulder at the sound of his deep voice resonating off the walls, a soft smile on your lips as you watched the shadows gently sway to the melody.
He met your gaze when you stopped in front of Irisâs room, where you had painted the walls a light shade of pink while Azriel assembled the cream-colored furniture. He shook his head and gestured for you to keep walking, never interrupting his soft singing as Irisâs eyes fluttered closed once more. You raised an eyebrow but continued toward your bedroom at the end of the hallway.
You had recently started getting Iris used to sleeping in her own room instead of yours, with both doors left open for the rare times she still woke up at night. But tonight, Azriel wanted to hold both his girls in his arms.
Iris was fast asleep by the time Azriel gently placed her in the center of your large bed, careful not to wake her up. She rolled onto her tummy and let out a content sigh that had you both staring in awe.
You turned to him and wrapped your arms around his waist. âYou didn't want her to sleep alone?â you murmured, your tone amused.
âI couldn't,â he answered with a smile, his fingers tangling in your silky hair. âShe missed me, you said it yourself.â
You chuckled, leaning up to peck him on the lips.
Azriel didn't let you pull away.
It felt like a lifetime had passed since he last had some alone time with you. If it wasn't Iris needing attention and care, it was his duties as spymaster keeping him so busy that you had resorted to dragging your favorite armchair in his study, where you would curl up with a book during your daughter's nap time. Sitting in comfortable silence as you each focused on your own tasks was better than being apart.
He felt you relax, melting against his body as he deepened the kiss, and only then did he pull back to rest his forehead against yours.
âAnd I missed you,â he whispered. Your cheeks were warm under his touch and he took a moment to just breathe in your familiar, soothing scent.
âThen you should have let Iris sleep in her crib, my love,â you said with a glance at your daughter. A mischievous gleam entered your eyes when they settled on him again. âBecause I really miss you too.â
Azriel's soft laugh echoed in the room, and he kissed the top of your head. âTomorrow,â he promised. He could make those reports wait a bit longer.
You smirked, stealing one last kiss before stepping back to peel off your clothes. He took a moment to admire youâyour smooth skin, the dip of your hips, the soft curve of your stomach that remained from childbirthâbut he quickly undressed as well, and soon you were both in bed, with Iris nestled between you.
Azriel placed a broad hand on her back to draw her a bit closer, and his wing draped over you as you scooted over, enveloping the three of you in a warm, dark cocoon, the silence interrupted only by your daughterâs soft snoring.
He felt you move in the dark and guessed you had just kissed Iris when you murmured, âGoodnight, my rainbow. Even though you didn't let me sing you lullabies.â
Azriel didn't need to see your face to know you had a loving look in your eyes and a playful smile on your lips.
âOf course she prefers my lullabies,â he teased, brushing his thumb over Iris's back. âShe's her daddy's girl.â
For a moment, he was tempted to fold back his wing and let the moonlight caress your face, just to catch your cute pout as you said, âI used to be your girl.â
âYou still are, love. You're both my girls,â he assured you, letting his wing lower over you like a second blanket. âYou're my family. There's nothing I love more than you and Iris.â
âI love you too,â you replied, your voice now stripped of all playfulness. Only pure, undiluted sincerity remained, warming his heart. âBoth of you.â
Silence fell again, and it wasn't long before your breathing evened out as you drifted into sleep. But Azriel stayed awake a while longer, listening to the steady rhythm of his mate's soft sighs and his daughter's occasional snorts.
His own little familyâeverything he had ever wanted, more than he had ever dared to hope for.
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