#hurray! I wrote something!

[charles-among-us]

A little something for @alexglitches

I remade the whole Magolor betrayal dialogue for Glomas!

“Bravo, everyone.” Magolor clapped, a wide smile on his face as the boys came down from the bell tower. “You all truly earned your reputations as heroes! Your help with dealing with all these flowers was very much invaluable.” He continued, his clapping slowing to a stop. “To be honest, I was very much worried for your guys’ safety. You all look rather tired.”

“Yes, well when you run up so many flights of stairs, in outfits like these, it kinda does that to you.” Azul stated plainly.

“Ah I do suppose that is true.” Magolor agreed before chuckling, deciding to lighten his mood. “Ah how tired you all are indeed… How easy it would be…” He intentionally mused out loud, a smirk forming on his lips. “How easy it would be to finish you all off once and for all!” He giggled, walking backwards. His body then started to move upwards like he was ascending a staircase until he was quite a distance from the ground.

“What?! Why?” Deuce shouted, his voice carrying confusion and a hint of anger.

There it was. The reaction Magolor hoped for. He laughed once more before looking at the group. “Well, isn’t it obvious? Oh, what’s with all the weird looks? Fine. Let me explain everything.” He clapped his hands together as he then put on his best performance yet. “You all must’ve witnessed my little outburst of magic while climbing the stairs no doubt. That lovely little black hole earlier was but a mere fraction of my true power! I am very talented, I’m aware. And in fact, I feel as if I have fully recovered my magic! How lucky for me!” He went on, looking out for any incoming attacks.

And once he knew there were none, he continued speaking. “Anyway… The time has come for your dear Twisted Wonderland… No! The time has come for the ENTIRE UNIVERSE to bow down to me!” He laughed again before looking back down at the group, their confused faces looking up at him with disbelief, and let the silence fill the space.

After he deemed enough time had passed, Magolor then started laughing loudly, falling backwards as he floated in mid air, catching everyone off guard. “Gotcha! Hee-hee!” He suddenly said. “Oh! Oh you should’ve seen the look on your faces!” Magolor laughed, wiping tears off his face.

It took everyone a moment to realize he was joking around. “MAGOLOR!” They yelled at the floating cat eared mage.

“Whoops! Gotta go!” He said as he began to retreat as a couple of the boys started to give chase.

It was going to be a long night.

[flovverworks]

CHLOE BDAY HIP HIP HURRAY

[kareofbears]

growing pains

“We know how to handle our liquor.” Namjoon gently pushes the pot in from behind before closing the dishwasher with his foot. “You have a water bottle inside of your fanny pack for us.”

“Namjoon,” Hoseok turns around, expression suddenly serious. “I want you to have a party for Indigo.”

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“Please.”

“No.”

“Please.”

“No.”

“I’m begging.”

“I already said no,” Namjoon bends down to peer into his dishwasher, glad that he’s almost done. “Beg all you want.”

When Hoseok starts to get on his knees, expensive chiffon pants sinking into his dirty kitchen rug, he looks up in alarm. “Don’t actually beg!”

“I’ll stop begging if you do it.”

Namjoon groans. “Why do you care? You already had your party.”

“Because I want another one,” Hoseok says easily. “I like parties.”

“Well, I don’t.” He straightens up, heavy pot in hand, trying not to groan when he feels his back creak into place. Twenty-eight is too young for this kind of pain. “I don’t want to have to network my way through a crowd at my own party.”

“But you get to choose who gets to go. Because it would be your party.” Hoseok takes the pot away from Namjoon and goes to put it on the highest shelf, struggling a little. “In fact, I’ll help you with the guest list. Invite only people you like. No networking.”

He snorts. “That’s like promising me an open bar won’t end up with a couple people passed out on the ground.”

“That’s possible too, you know. We aren’t young anymore. We know how to handle our liquor,” Hoseok stands on his tippy toes, calves shaking as he tries to balance the weight of the pot in the cabinet.

“We know how to handle our liquor.” Namjoon gently pushes the pot in from behind before closing the dishwasher with his foot. “You have a water bottle inside of your fanny pack for us.”

“Namjoon,” Hoseok turns around, expression suddenly serious. “I want you to have a party for Indigo.”

He holds in a groan and goes into the living room, Hoseok marching behind him. “If you want a party, throw your own fucking party.”

“I don’t want a party for me, I want one for you. Three years is a long time to make one album, Joonie.”

“That’s actually about as long as it took you to make Jack in The Box.”

“Yeah, and I had a party to celebrate it.” Hoseok leans on the wall as Namjoon flings open a closet door. Books, clothes, and a mop fall out of it immediately. “It was a great party.”

“It was a great party,” he grunts, pulling the vacuum out by the nozzle and choosing to ignore Hoseok’s wince when Namjoon kicks the fallen objects back into its rightful place before shoving the door closed. “I’m going to vacuum now, and I’m going to stop hearing you, and when I’m done, we’re going to change the subject. Cool?”

“So cool,” Hoseok deadpans, pulling out his phone. “Don’t forget to get the entryway. It’s kind of gross there.”

Namjoon starts up the vacuum instead of answering, the loud sound giving him a false sense of privacy as he tries to ignore the irrepressible guilt he has whenever he declines Hoseok of anything. Hoseok hardly ever wants, hardly ever takes. It’s almost criminal to deny him this. He vacuums harder.

The underside of the coffee table is free of crumbs when he feels an earphone press into his ear. “What—”

“Joon-ah,” a tired voice says.

“Yoongi-hyung?” Namjoon shoots Hoseok a glare, who only smiles brightly, the other earbud peeking out from beneath his dark curls. “What is it?”

“Hobi tells me you don’t want a party for the album release.”

He sighs, pulling hard on the vacuum’s power cord to get some quiet. Hoseok’s eye twitches. “Why are you always so cruel to your household appliances?”

“Why are you bringing him into this?”

“Because he owes me,” Hoseok shrugs the same time Yoongi says “Because I owe him.”

Namjoon frowns. He remembers it being a thorn in the group’s side for a while. “It’s not your fault you couldn’t go to his party. You were sick.”

“It’s his album release. It’s a big deal.”

“And Yoongi insisted that I owe him, so,” Hoseok wiggles his shoulders. “Let’s get it.”

“Let’s get it.”

He pinches the bridge of his nose, vacuum forgotten at his feet. “Can we have a party for D-3 instead?”

Yoongi snorts. “Yeah, great. So we’ll have a party in approximately eight years.”

“It won’t take that long.” His voice comes out unsure even to his own ears. Agust D has the tendency to bend the schedule to his own whim, deadlines be damned. Hybe has pulled out a lot of its own hairs due to that fact, but he remains adamant. Namjoon respects him deeply.

“Yours is done. It’s here now.” Clacking can be heard through the receiver. “Come on, don’t make hyung fuss over this, it’ll give me a headache.”

“You’ve been getting more headaches lately,” Hoseok says, cracking open the closet and starts organize its contents. “You should get that checked out. Health is no joke.”

And now Namjoon would look like an asshole if he lets his guest clean by himself. “Hob-ah, enough,” he says, huffing when he only gets a dismissive wave. To Yoongi, “He’s right. If it’s frequent enough, I can call our manager and he can book you an appointment.”

“I can make my own phone calls.” A sigh rattles through the earbuds.“Our Jungkookie is learning English again.”

Hoseok and Namjoon hum sympathetically. English has been a major roadblock for most of them, and they take lessons to remedy that. But instead of taking consistent lessons (Hoseok), or watching English media (Jimin), or make English-speaking friends online (Seokjin), Jungkook learned English in random, intensive bursts of energy with no warning, eventually dropping off after three weeks. Namjoon doesn’t mind, but Yoongi had always had somewhat of a vendetta towards learning English altogether.

“He’s just passionate,” Namjoon defends, waving a hand even though he can’t be seen. “And you act like you still can’t speak English.”

“I learned against my will.”

“Says the one taking more English classes than the rest of us.”

“That would be Hobi.”

“My tutor actually recommended I stop taking lessons,” Hoseok says, tone mild but the glimmer in his eyes is bright. “Said I would improve better in real settings from now on.”

Namjoon makes a noise of surprise. “Congratulations!”

“Thank you, bro.”

“No problem, bro.”

“Oh my god, stop talking, you’re making my headache worse. I can barely hear you over the sound of my fucking beats.”

“You called me,” he rolls his eyes.

“Hobi called me!”

“Wait,” Hoseok frowns. “Are you working, hyung?”

“He’s been working this whole time.” Trust him, anyone would know if they had Min Yoongi’s full attention.

“Hyung…”

The wince is obvious in Yoongi’s voice. “Let’s go back to the part where Namjoon doesn’t want to celebrate his successes.”

“When you stop working,” Hoseok insists.

“Then I guess he’s never having his party.

“Yoongi-hyung!”

“Yoongi!” An unexpected voice calls through the phone. “My bro! My friend and older bro!”

“Kook,” Yoongi says, tense. “Please, hyung is busy—”

Jungkook pays him no mind, barreling forward, English flowing out excitedly. “How is the weather? How was the weather? How is the weather going to be?”

“I’m gonna—” The dial tone kicks in, beeping at them incessantly.

Namjoon snorts, returning his earphone to Hoseok. “How did we survive in dorms for so long?”

“Am I missing something?”

He cracks an eye open to see Hoseok looking at him, his gaze reminiscent of late-nights in a studio with a deadline in three hours. “What do you mean?”

“The party.”

Namjoon represses a sigh before stepping forward. “Hob-ah,” he says, gently kissing his temple. “You’re worrying too much. It’s just a party.”

“It’s Indigo.”

“It’s an album.”

“It’s an album!”

“We’ve made plenty of albums.”

Hoseok’s mouth twists. “I’m not liking the sound of that.”

“You know what I mean.” Namjoon pads back into his living room, hands grazing canvases as he does. “It’s a good album, yeah. I’m sure it’ll get plenty of buzz whether or not we get a Bangtan Bomb for the party. And you loved it when you heard it, so did the other guys, and Yoongi will eventually listen to it and like it, too.” He leans against his sofa, hip pressing into the cushion. “That’s all I really need.”

A hum. “I’m going to be honest for a second,” Hoseok says. “I don’t care about a party.”

Namjoon gapes. “What?”

“I don’t care about the party. I’ve been to plenty of parties.”

“I know,” he continues to stare. “Then what the hell?”

Hoseok walks up to him, hands on his hips, and Namjoon wonders when his hair got so long. “I wanted to celebrate you, Joon. That’s really it. You’re so—“ he scratches his head. “I feel like you tend to put yourself between a rock and a hard place, but you’re also the rock and the hard place. You don’t have to be there, you know? Let me pull you out.”

He opens his mouth, defiance on his tongue, but the fight dies in his throat. Twenty-eight feels too young, but he’s spent twelve years of those with Hoseok.

“I just feel a bit awkward.”

Hoseok smiles. “It can be awkward.”

“And I know the album is good.”

“Extremely good.”

And the hesitation melts away, the way it always does, when words are involved. “I’m not worried if the album’ll do well. We’ve—I’ve done well, enough times. But a celebration about me? For what? Doing what I’ve always done?”

“Yes, exactly.” Hoseok inhales sharply, but when he speaks, it’s so, so soft. “I’d celebrate you every day, if you let me.”

Like the beginnings of high tide, Namjoon feels memories resurface from where he buried them. Memories of hiding under the covers, eyes dry as he does nothing but scroll mindlessly through the phone, trying to ignore Hoseok’s prodding about getting something to eat. Memories of Hoseok carefully going through choreography with him for hours, after everyone already went home, because he’s the only one who still can’t seem to understand. The memory of Hoseok tearing up when Namjoon reluctantly told him he’s finally going to therapy.

He bites back a smile as he maneuvers around Hoseok, putting away the vacuum. “I’d be okay with a dinner, I think.”

A laugh rings out behind him, light and relieved. “All that fuss for dinner! Aish, Joonie, what are we going to do with you?”

Namjoon throws his closet door open, pleased to see it tidy, before sliding the vacuum in. “No HYBE personnel. I want meat. And whiskey.”

He hears the tell-tale click of the Galaxy flip opening behind him. “Okay, whatever you want.”

“I want a framed picture of Seokjin-hyung there,” he says, just to be annoying.

“I’ll borrow Jungkook’s.”

“And I want a no-phone rule.”

“Say you’re joking.” There’s a sudden shove at his backside, which has him laughing. “I’m serious! How am I supposed to take pictures?”

“With your eyes.”

“Namjoon.”

Closing the closet door once more, he turns around, wrapping his arms around Hoseok’s waist, sighing into him. Hoseok hugs him back, humming happily. Despite himself, excitement bubbles in his chest at the thought of their dinner.

“Bring a polaroid.”

“Kim Namjoon.”

He laughs at how silly it is. As if he wouldn’t let Hoseok bring eight phones with him. As if he wouldn’t let Hoseok bring the entire company to their dinner if he asks. As if he wouldn’t give Hoseok anything he wanted, including the next twenty-eight years of his life, too.

[mononijikayu]

safe and sound — nanami kento.

“Who was that, Nanamin?” Yuuji asked hesitantly. “That was my wife.” Nanami explained to him, putting his phone away.�� “It’s better if we talk about it on the way there. Come on, let’s get going. I don’t want the store to close on us.” “Huh?” “Huh? Itadori–kun, are you okay?” The shock is now more evident than ever before in Itadori Yuuji’s face. He was hysterical, stunned and dumbfounded. “What? Nanamin, you’re married? You have a wife? Huh?” "Itadori–kun, please calm down." he began, his voice steady but tinged with an uncharacteristic gentleness. "Yes, I am married."

GENRE: Alternate Universe - Canon Convergence;

WARNING/s: Gen, Romance, Friends to Lovers, Husband and Wife, Friendship, Husband! Nanami, Reader! Wife, Fluff, Drama, Comfort, Falling In Love, Flirting, Fix-It, Humor, Domesticity, Family Life, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Idiots In Love, Light-Hearted, Slice of Life, Pining, Nanami Being A Great Husband;

WORDS: 6.9k words.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: im alive (hurray!!!); i've recovered a little bit, so i wrote this. hurray for the winning poll!!! i'm sorry it took this long to post. i hope you enjoy it as much i did writing it!!! i'll be writing pasilyo and seeing you in the upcoming days~ i love you all <3

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next: just one day

IT WAS ALWAYS SOMETHING, THE AFTERMATH. Every mission felt different. Every mission left a different taste, a different texture, a different feeling. And this wasn’t something that Nanami Kento was unfamiliar with. If he was being honest, he’d experienced all the sorts of emotions that come with being a Jujutsu sorcerer. But it was new to Itadori Yuuji. And it was devastating to watch.

It was almost as though the blond had returned to those days, that misery when Haibara Yu had died. He could remember being just as lost, being just as disgruntled and grievous. Every bit of it returned in a flash as he stood there, watching Yuuji grapple with the fresh wound of loss.

Itadori-kun hasn’t spoken since yesterday, not since they talked. But Nanami Kento had expected it as much. What does one say after such a tragedy? The boy who had died, the one named Junpei—he was a comfort to Yuuji. He didn’t know Junpei as well as Yuuji did, but he knew that he was just a kid. A kid who was robbed of his life, of a chance.

Nanami’s heart ached with a familiar pain as he watched Itadori Yuuji, who was sitting on the ground with his knees drawn to his chest, staring blankly ahead. It was an all-too-familiar sight, one that he had seen reflected in his own mirror years ago. The silence between them was thick, filled with the unspoken sorrow that hung heavily in the air.

He sighed as he saw the boy still at the edge of the school’s steps. His shoulders slumped and eyes fixed on the ground. The battle with the curse Mahito had taken its toll on everyone, but it seemed to have hit Yuuji the hardest. With Gojo Satoru still away on his overseas mission and Gojo Genmei's whereabouts uncertain, Nanami Kento felt the weight of responsibility settling heavily on his own shoulders. He couldn’t leave the boy alone. Not like this. He could see it in the young boy’s eyes. He needs relief, peace of mind. 

Ieiri Shoko and Kiyotaka Ijichi were good people, but Nanami knew they weren’t what Itadori-kun needed right now. Shoko was burdened with her own responsibilities, cleaning up the mess that curse left behind. Her duties as the school's medic were already overwhelming, and adding Yuuji's emotional turmoil to her plate would be unfair. Ijichi, on the other hand, was exhausted from going back and forth between missions, assisting wherever he was needed. He needed rest, not more stress.

Nanami sighed, racking his brain for a solution. No one else was to know that Itadori Yuuji was alive—that was what Gojo Satoru had insisted on. It was dangerous to reveal Yuuji's survival, especially with the higher-ups likely to come after him. They wouldn't hesitate to use Yuuji as a pawn in their political games, and Nanami couldn't allow that to happen.

The weight of responsibility pressed heavily on Nanami's shoulders. If he failed to ensure Yuuji's well-being, it would be his fault. He couldn’t bear the thought of failing another young sorcerer, not after what had happened to Haibara. The memory of his own anguish, his own failure, was still too vivid, too painful.

As Nanami watched Yuuji sitting despondently, he felt a surge of determination. This boy, who had been thrust into a world of curses and death, needed guidance and protection. It wasn’t a sin, to be a child who needs protection from the cruel world. He needed someone, something. To live, to breathe. To be relieved.  And it was up to Nanami to provide that. He would not let Itadori Yuuji fall into despair or danger. 

He approached Yuuji, who was still staring at the ground, lost in his own grief. "Itadori–kun." he said softly, trying to reach through the boy’s sorrow. "Are you alright?”

Yuuji looked up, his eyes empty and haunted. "O–oh, I’m fine, Nanamin. Please don’t worry about me—”

"I’d rather you be honest with me, Itadori–kun." Nanami replied. "I know you're hurting. And I know it feels like you’re alone. But you’re not. You should not burden yourself with this anymore than you should.”

Yuuji’s gaze dropped again, and Nanami felt a pang of sympathy. The boy had been through so much in such a short time. He needed someone to anchor him, to help him navigate the turbulent waters of his emotions and the dangerous world he now inhabited.

“But Nanamin…”

Haibara used to make that face too, Nanami thinks. That same expression of guilt and self-doubt, as if he hadn’t done enough, as if he should have been better. He could see it now, in Yuuji’s eyes. The weight of regret and the burden of what-ifs.

“I just…” Yuuji’s voice cracked, his words trailing off. The pain and uncertainty were clear, and Nanami’s heart ached with understanding.

"Gojo-san trusts you. And so do I," Nanami said, his eyes softening as he met Yuuji’s troubled gaze. "You’ve shown incredible strength and resilience, Itadori–kun. I told you that yesterday. It’s okay to feel what you’re feeling. It’s okay to grieve."

Yuuji’s lower lip trembled, and he bit down on it, trying to hold back the tears threatening to spill over. “But what if… what if I’m not strong enough? What if I fail again?”

Nanami shook his head slowly. “Strength isn’t about never failing, Itadori–kun. It’s about getting back up, even when you’ve fallen. It’s about continuing to fight, even when it seems impossible. You’re stronger than you think, and you don’t have to do this alone.”

The boy looked down, his hands gripping his knees tightly. “Junpei… he was my friend. And I couldn’t save him.”

Nanami’s grip on Yuuji’s shoulder tightened, offering a silent promise of support. “We can’t always save everyone. But we honor them by continuing to fight for others, by becoming better, stronger. Junpei–kun wouldn’t want you to give up. He’d want you to keep going, to keep trying.”

A tear slipped down Yuuji’s cheek, and he wiped it away with the back of his hand. “I just… I don’t know if I can.”

“You can,” Nanami assured him. “And you will. Little by little. You can do it, Itadori–kun.”

Itadori Yuuji didn’t respond immediately, but Nanami Kento could see a flicker of something—hope, maybe—in his eyes. It was a start. Little by little. He could feel the boy’s breathing become more even. He could see his features relax slightly, the tension he had vanishing. Nanami thinks that he’ll cry again, when Nanami isn’t there. But perhaps, this was enough. Seeing him be reassured once again, that it wasn’t his fault.  Maybe one day, Nanami Kento would see him smile genuinely again.

WHENEVER HE SEES YOUR NAME ON SCREEN, HE SMILES.When he heard the familiar melody of his ringtone, Nanami Kento excused himself from Itadori–kun and walked off to a more private area. The buzzing seclusion of Tokyo Jujutsu High’s main stairwell faded as he found a quiet corner. He felt a pang of guilt for not replying to you much earlier. He can only think how much you were thinking about him, with a worried heart. He knew you understood, especially during times when he was on missions. But he thinks that understanding can only go so far. His job after all was something that was hard to grasp with relief. 

But you knew the demands of his work as a sorcerer, when he told you about it years and years ago. He wouldn’t leave the work, you know that much. So you let it be. As long as he came home to you, that was fine. And so, it has always been fine when you don’t get a text between some days. All these years, you had never pressured him about not replying or calling. The same understanding applied when you were engrossed in your manuscripts during writing season. 

At times, Nanami Kento wishes he could be a better husband for you. A husband that you deserve. A husband that’s always there to coddle you, to take care of you, to love you. He thinks about it sometimes, if he were a househusband. He could commit his life to taking care of you, the way you had always done for him. Maybe one day he’d get that chance. Maybe he’d finally be able to return your love for him in a way that was true to loving you.

“Hello, my love.” he greeted, trying to keep his tone cheerful. “I’m sorry for not replying to you sooner.

“Kento, baby! I’m so glad I caught you.” you replied, your voice warm and bright. He loves it. He adores it when he hears that excited pitch. He was happiest when he could hear your voice. “I haven’t heard from you all day.  I hope everything’s been alright at work, baby.”

Nanami Kento hesitated for a moment. He didn’t have the heart to tell you that he had almost died yesterday, that the mission had been far more dangerous than anticipated. He didn’t want to worry you. He doesn’t like it when he stresses you out. You were in enough pressure for your deadlines, he didn’t want to add to that.

“Yes, everything’s fine, love.” he said, forcing a smile even though you couldn’t see it. “Just a bit busy, you know how it is.”

You sighed on the other end of the line, a sound filled with understanding and concern. “I know. I just worry about you sometimes. I’m a worry wart, you know?”

“I know you do, my love.” Nanami replied softly. “But I’m alright, really. I did well and survived. I’m okay. That’s all that matters.”

You sighed tenderly. ‘I suppose so. I think that’s always enough for me. Knowing that you’re well.”

“Exactly. So, my love. Enough about me. Tell me, how was your day? Did you finish your manuscript for the new book?” He thinks that he could see your smile, even from a phone call. If there’s anything that makes him feel warm inside, it’s your smile.

There was a brief pause, and you laughed. “Yes, I did! It was a lot of work, but I finally finished it well. Before the deadline! Which means, no editor coming into our house to take me away from you! I’m really happy with how it turned out. I spent most of the day taking in the words I wrote and making sure everything was perfect.”

Nanami listened as you shared the details of your day, his heart lifting with every word you spoke. Your voice was animated and full of excitement, a soothing balm to his weary soul. He could picture you in the kitchen, eyes sparkling as you talked about finishing your manuscript and experimenting with new recipes. He asked questions, genuinely interested in every detail, finding comfort in the normalcy of your conversation.

As he listened, he was struck by the stark contrast between the world you described and the chaos he had faced earlier. Your day, filled with the mundane but meaningful tasks of editing and cooking, felt like a distant haven from the danger and uncertainty that had engulfed him. It was in these moments, when he could hear the warmth and love in your voice, that he found his grounding.

Nanami Kento often marveled at how deeply he loved you. It was a love that had grown over time, a steady flame that had become an essential part of his existence. Despite the tumultuous nature of his work, you were his constant, his anchor in a sea of unpredictability. Your unwavering support and understanding were the bedrock of his strength, and he cherished every bit of it.

In a world where so much was uncertain, your love was a rare and precious constant. It was the reason he fought so hard, the reason he pulled through the darkest moments. Your voice was a reminder of why he endured the risks and dangers of his profession. It was the promise of coming home to a place where he was loved and valued, no matter how challenging the world outside might be.

As you continued to talk, Nanami Kento felt a profound sense of gratitude. He knew that he could face any challenge, knowing that you were waiting for him at home. Your support gave him the strength to confront the darkness and emerge stronger. And in that quiet, shared moment over the phone, he felt an overwhelming appreciation for you, his partner, his love, and his greatest source of comfort.

“And then I took a break and made that recipe we found a while back!” you continued, giggling at the end. 

You were always like this, when you were excited about something that had turned out well. Nanami Kento thinks that he can only feel like his heart is going to burst whenever you talk like this, like you were sunshine itself in his cloudy days. 

“I can’t wait for you to come home, baby. You would enjoy it well!”

He chuckled softly. “I’m looking forward to it. It sounds delicious.”

You laughed, the sound light and musical. “I’ll make it for you when you get home. Just promise me you’ll be safe until then, okay?”

“I promise, my love. “Kento said, his voice sincere. “I’ll be home soon, okay?”

“That’s great!” You cheered on the other line. “I can cook it right away. I’m sure it will be ready by the time you get home.”

Nanami was about to reply when Itadori Yuuji walked in. The boy with fuschia hair started to speak but quickly realized that Nanami was on a call and fell silent. His face started to turn red as he blubbered a weak apology, as he turned around and started to walk off. Nanami shakes his head and puts his hand on his shoulder. Yuuji looks as though he was going to explode from embarrassment, mouthing to Nanami to let him go. But since he was here, he might as well introduce you to the boy.

Nanami Kento was private about his life. He rarely talked about how he was a proud married man. But it wasn’t because he was embarrassed. If anything, he would like to brag about you to the world. How you had the loveliest singing voice. How your cooking was the best he had ever tasted. How your words were always the warmest to hear. But he didn’t think he needed to share you with the world. Your presence was his sanctuary, a secret haven where he could retreat from the chaos of his duties.

In the quiet moments at home, when the world outside seemed a distant memory, he would listen to you hum a tune as you prepared dinner, your melody weaving a tapestry of comfort and familiarity. The aroma of your cooking filled the air, a symphony of flavors that spoke of love and care in every bite. And when you spoke, your voice gentle and soothing, it was as if the weight of his burdens lifted, replaced by a warmth that radiated from your every word.

Nanami didn’t need to share these moments with anyone else. They were his to treasure in this life, this little life he’s built with you. In your eyes, he found a reflection of the man he aspired to be – strong, yet tender; stoic, yet deeply affectionate. And in your embrace, he found the peace he so often sought in a world that demanded so much of him.

To the world, he was Nanami Kento, a formidable sorcerer and a man of few words. But to you, he was simply Kento, your beloved husband who cherished every moment spent in your presence. And that, he believed, was more than enough.

But he supposed, at least today, you would get known to the world.

“Who was that, Kento, baby?” you asked, curiosity piqued.

Nanami smiled slightly. “This is Itadori Yuuji, a student at Jujutsu High. I’m looking after him right now, for Gojo  and his wife.”

He could feel the pitch get higher. That excitement in your voice, it never gets old to him. “Oh, bring him over for dinner, baby. I’m sure there’s enough food for us to share. Maybe even more.”

Yuuji looked even more flustered, shaking his head slowly. “I don’t want to impose on you at all…”

“Nonsense, Yuu–chan! Can I call you that, Yuu–chan? I think it suits you well!” 

“Y–yes, that’s fine.” The boy uttered back, his lips trembling. “I–I don’t mind at all.”

“My! He sounds like a darling, baby.” You gushed happily. “I’d love to have him over for dinner with us, baby. It would be more lively.”

“Hm, I think so too.” He hums as he looks at Itadori. “Itadori–kun, you are welcome at our house.”

“I….I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything, Yuu–chan. We’ll be glad to have you.” You cooed on the other line. “Oh, baby. I think it’s going to be chilly tonight, so you might as well grab some miso paste before you get back home. It would be nice.”

Nanami nodded. “Alright. Is there anything else that you want me to grab?”

“I think something for the soup! I’ll text you the details.” You say to him. “But, baby, I’ll start cooking in a bit, so I’ll hang up.”

“You should. Remember the last time when you were cooking on call?”

He could feel the heat from your cheeks miles away. That incident will never leave you, you think. “T–that was one time, you know! And it ended on a happier note. It wasn’t that bad.”

“Hm, I suppose so.” He smiles at the phone. “I’ll be home in a bit, with Itadori–kun. I love you.”

“I love you too. See you soon, Kento!” You blew a kiss through the phone, and Nanami felt a little flustered as he ended the call.

Clearing his throat, he turned to Yuuji, who looked both embarrassed and curious. There were few people who knew he was married, let alone how much softer and brighter he became when it came to his wife. And now, Itadori Yuuji seems to be one of them.

Nanami's stern facade cracked ever so slightly as he met the young sorcerer's gaze. Yuuji's eyes were wide with a mix of surprise and wonder, clearly grappling with the unexpected revelation. Nanami could almost see the gears turning in the boy's head, trying to reconcile the image of the strict, no-nonsense mentor with the man who evidently harbored a deep, abiding love for someone special.

Kento sighed, pursing his lips. This was bound to happen, he supposed. The gods would make it happen, one way or another. He had always been careful, keeping his personal life meticulously separate from his professional duties. But perhaps it was inevitable that, sooner or later, the two worlds would collide.

“Who was that, Nanamin?” Yuuji asked hesitantly.

“That was my wife.” Nanami explained to him, putting his phone away.  “It’s better if we talk about it on the way there. Come on, let’s get going. I don’t want the store to close on us.”

“Huh?”

“Huh? Itadori–kun, are you okay?”

The shock is now more evident than ever before in Itadori Yuuji’s face. He was hysterical, stunned and dumbfounded. “What? Nanamin, you’re married? You have a wife? Huh?”

"Itadori–kun, please calm down." he began, his voice steady but tinged with an uncharacteristic gentleness. "Yes, I am married."

Yuuji blinked, processing the confirmation. He finds his composure and starts smiling. "Wow, Nanamin, I didn't know... I mean, you never mentioned it. But I should—Congratulations on your marriage!”

Nanami nodded, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He didn't know what to say as the young fuchsia-haired boy started clapping like it was a newly finished wedding reception. The sound of Yuuji's enthusiastic applause filled the air, an unexpected burst of joy that contrasted sharply with the usual solemnity of their conversations.

This kid has too much energy in him, now that he’s out of that dark headspace, Nanami thought, observing Yuuji's bright, expressive face. The transformation in the boy was remarkable; gone was the haunted look that had shadowed his eyes not so long ago. Instead, Yuuji was brimming with vitality, his spirit seemingly unbreakable despite the hardships he had faced.

But Kento thinks that it’s for the best. It’s hard to be in such a dark place. Levity should be welcomed. In a world where curses and battles often cast long shadows, moments of light-heartedness were precious. Nanami Kento had always believed in the importance of balance, of relief and seeing Itadory Yuuji so full of life reminded him of why he fought—to protect the innocence and joy that still existed in the world. 

"I don't often talk about it.” Nanami says softly. “Not because I am ashamed or unwilling, but because...well, my wife is a part of my life that I prefer to keep private. Our moments together are precious to me."

Yuuji's curiosity seemed to override his embarrassment. "Your wife must be really amazing, Nanamin!" he ventured, his tone sincere and full of admiration. “Your wife seems to make you very happy!”

"My love certainly does." Nanami replied, his expression softening as he thought of you. "My wife is my sanctuary, my peace in a turbulent world. I’m lucky to be blessed.”

Yuuji smiled, clearly moved by the rare glimpse into Nanami's personal life. "That sounds incredible, Nanamin. I think it's great that you have someone like that."

Nanami gave a small nod, a silent acknowledgment of the truth in Yuuji's words. But he cleared his throat, feeling a bit of heat rise to his face as the young boy grinned at him. "Thank you, Itadori-kun." he said, his voice steady yet softer than usual. "Now, let’s make our way. It’ll be hard to find a store open late."

Yuuji’s grin widened, but he nodded obediently, falling into step beside Nanami. "Right, Nanamin! Let’s get moving."

As they walked through the dimly lit streets, Nanami couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief. Despite the vulnerability of revealing a part of his personal life, he found solace in Yuuji’s reaction. He thinks his reaction was endearing, too. Nanami Kento thinks that he realizes the extent of the boy’s unfiltered happiness. It was like a deep uncharted ocean. But it was nice, how warm it was, his genuine response. 

Nanami Kento thinks that learning more about being an adult is because of Itadori Yuuji than anything else. And he thinks that’s lovely, and perhaps you will think the same. The children are the future, after all. And their joys will always be  a reminder of the simple joys that still existed, even amidst their perilous world. Perhaps that’s why Gojo Satoru gave him the boy. Gojo’s always been astute about that sort of thing, but Nanami thinks that he doesn’t have the capability of saying it out loud.

"Say Nanamin," Yuuji began, his tone conversational, more casual than before. Comfortable. "What's your wife’s favorite thing to cook?"

Nanami glanced at Yuuji, a small smile playing on his lips. "Well, my wife has a knack for many dishes, but my wife’s favorite to cook is a traditional Japanese meal. My wife loves making it, and I must admit, it’s my favorite to eat. Perhaps more than Danish or Filipino dishes.”

Yuuji's eyes sparkled with interest. "That sounds amazing! Do you ever help out in the kitchen?"

Nanami releases a small laugh, the sound carrying a warmth that feels foreign yet welcome. Yuuji thinks that he feels like he is going to smile wider. Happiness looks good in Nanamin’s face. "I do, when I can. I take days off sometimes. But my wife likes doing most of the cooking. My wife says that I’m more of a hindrance than help, though. But it’s the effort that counts, or so my wife tells me."

Yuuji laughed, the sound bright and full of life. "I bet you’re better than you think, Nanamin. It sounds like you two have a lot of fun together."

Nanami’s expression softened, the memories of their shared moments filling him with a gentle warmth. "We do. I’m happy to say that." he admitted, his voice quiet but filled with affection. "In those moments, everything else fades away. It’s just us, and that’s more than enough."

THE SMELL OF GRILLED SALMON MADE NANAMI HAPPY. You were always a much better cook than him, he thinks. He always looked forward to coming home and having a nice hearty meal when you made it for him. The thought of your cooking brought a soft smile to his face as he and Yuuji navigated through the ryokan. He gently handed the young boy slippers, which was returned by a gentle smile and a whispered thanks.

The weight of the day seemed to melt away as he stepped further into the warm embrace of your shared home. The familiar, comforting aroma of your cooking wafted through the air, mingling with the soft, ambient sounds of home. It was a stark contrast to the chaos and danger he faced daily, a sanctuary that he cherished more than anything.

Loosening his tie, he took a moment to simply stand in the hallway, eyes closed, breathing in the scents and sounds that spoke of love and normalcy. Each time he returned, he was reminded of just how much these simple, everyday moments meant to him. It wasn’t just the meals or the comfort of the house—it was you. Your presence was the balm to his weary soul, the light that guided him through the darkest of times.

As he walked toward the kitchen, he could hear you humming softly to yourself, a tune that brought a smile to his face. He paused at the doorway. He was going to take in this moment. Itadori Yuuji was just behind him. Both of them take in the sound of your tender humming. Kento was sure that you were also gracefully dancing on the other side, expertly preparing dinner. There was something almost magical in the way you worked, turning ordinary ingredients into something extraordinary. It wasn’t just food; it was an expression of your love and care, a daily reminder of how much you meant to each other.

He walks and then stops for a moment, where a wall separates the dining room and the kitchen. Nanami Kento often marveled at how effortlessly you could turn simple ingredients into something extraordinary. The kitchen was your domain, where you wielded spices and herbs with the same precision he applied to exorcizing curses. He watches as your humming intensifies as you move around the kitchen, your movements lively and excited.

There was a particular comfort in the routine you had established together in these many years of marriage. He enjoyed it, every single time. After a long, arduous day, he would come home to the welcoming warmth of your embrace and the tantalizing aromas wafting from the kitchen. You had a way of making every meal special, infusing each dish with a warmth that spoke of your love and care. He knew he was lucky, every single day — to be in your loving arms, to be cared for and adored by you.

As he walked toward the kitchen, he could hear you humming softly to yourself, a tune that brought a smile to his face. He paused at the doorway, taking in the sight of you moving gracefully, expertly preparing dinner. There was something almost magical in the way you worked, turning ordinary ingredients into something extraordinary. It wasn’t just food; it was an expression of your love and care, a daily reminder of how much you meant to each other.

Clearing his throat, your Kento stepped into the kitchen. "It smells amazing, my love." he said, his voice warm with affection.

You turned around, startled, and your cheeks flushed as you saw him standing there. "Kento, baby! I didn’t hear you come in." you said, quickly setting down the spoon you were holding. Then you noticed Yuuji standing behind him, grinning widely, and your blush deepened. "Oh! Yuu–chan, welcome. I–I’m sorry you had to see me in that state! My humming must have been so loud!"

Yuuji gave you a cheerful wave. "Hello, Mrs. Nanami! I didn’t mean to intrude, but Nanamin invited me over."

You wiped your hands on a towel, trying to regain your composure. "It’s no trouble at all. And please, you don’t have to be formal with me. You’re always welcome here, Yuu–chan!"

Nanami watched as Yuuji smiled wider at your response. He stepped closer to you, his presence calming your flustered nerves.  "Your humming was great." he said softly, his eyes filled with affection. “I’m home, my love.”

You smiled up at him, the embarrassment fading away in the warmth of his gaze. "I’m glad you’re home, Kento." you replied, reaching up to touch his cheek.

Yuuji watched the interaction with a happy grin. "You two are so cute, Nana–san!" he said, unable to hide his delight. 

You laughed, the sound light and happy. Kento didn’t know how to feel with the nickname that Yuuji gave you, but if you were happy about it, then he doesn’t think it’s anything to be having a fuss over.  "Thank you, Yuu–chan. Why don’t you take a seat? You must be so hungry! Oh, you should eat a lot. You seem to be getting thin! Come here and wash up. Dinner is almost ready.”

“Thank you, Nana–san!”

You grinned. “Oh, it’s my pleasure! Now go and wash up. Have a good warm one, okay? Ah, and the towels and some clothes are in a cabinet in front of the bathroom!”

Yuuji grinned and waved at you and Kento before he headed over to the direction you pointed and left. Kento crossed his arms and sighed. You were still smiling. “I’m glad you took that boy home. He seems to be such a lovely young man, Kento.”

“Hm. Itadori–kun’s a good kid.”

“Like Megumi–kun, hm?”

“Well, Fushiguro–kun’s a different sort of kid.”

As you turned back to the stove with an agreeable hum, your husband stepped closer, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind. You smile as he rests his chin on your shoulder. "Do you need any help?" he asked, his voice a low murmur in your ear.

You leaned back against him, savoring the feeling of his embrace. "Just keep me company," you said softly. "That’s all I need."

“How was your day?”

“It's really good.” You whisper to your husband, satisfied. “I finished my manuscript. I sent it to my editor. I’m just waiting for feedback.”

“What did you do for the rest of the day?” He asked softly, his eyes shifting to look at you tenderly. “I hope you rested. You must have worked through the manuscript without taking a break again, hm?”

It was quick for him to pick up on your ears turning red. He was right. “....I did sleep, you know. I rested a lot after. I knew you would be worried if I didn’t.”

“Ah, so that’s why you didn’t reply to my text.”

“Huh, what do you think I was doing?” You pouted as you looked at him. 

He grins. “I thought you were crying about your 3D man on Twitter again.”

You blush even harder. “Ahhhh, Kento! I wasn’t, I was sleeping!”

“Hm, that’s a win for me then.”

“You tease, you!”

Itadori Yuuji had gotten out of the shower and stopped his tracks when he saw the two of you bantering. It was something interesting to see. So far, he’d only known the blond to be stern and stoic, perhaps serious and strict too. But he could not help but feel warmth when he saw how he is with you, his wife. He could only watch with a mix of admiration and amusement as Nanami Kento stayed close to you as you finished preparing the meal. 

At times, Yuuji could not help wondering if his mother and father had ever done something like this. If he was being honest, he doesn’t remember much about his parents. And grandpa really didn’t talk much about them when he was growing up. But Yuuji still liked to imagine. He liked to imagine a warm, happy home. Where his parents were there, waiting for him. With a warm meal, a loving hug and a laughing face. 

For a moment, he couldn’t help but imagine that this was home. That this was his own little happy home. With a mother and a father that loved each other, with a warm meal on the way for his belly and a tender greeting with that laughing face for him. Itadori Yuuji thinks that maybe just this once, even just tonight, he’d like to keep this moment as it was and carve it in his memory. 

You were the first to notice that he had returned. You turned around as Kento moved away. You were still a bit flustered but smiled at him. “Did you have a good shower, Yuu–chan? Dinner’s almost ready, you can sit down!”

Yuuji smiled widely. “Yes, I did! Thank you for welcoming me again, Nana–san.”

You waved him off. “Oh, don’t even think about it, Yuu–chan. We’re glad to have you here!”

“Itadori–kun, come here.” Nanami calls to him, waving for him to come. “Help me set up the table for the meal.”

“Yes, of course, Nanamin!” He nodded, immediately coming over.

They settled the table as you began putting the dishes on the plates. You grinned as you turned to set the dishes on the table, your heart swelling with affection as you watched your husband indulge Yuuji in a conversation about how to properly plate a table. Yuuji, with his usual wide-eyed curiosity, listened intently as Nanami explained the intricacies of table setting—how the forks and knives should be arranged, the importance of the right glassware, and even the subtle art of folding napkins.

You could see the delight in Yuuji’s eyes as he absorbed every detail, and it warmed your chest to see Kenyto share his knowledge so patiently. It was clear that Kento was savoring this moment quietly, enjoying the chance to mentor and connect with Yuuji in this simple yet meaningful way. His usual reserved demeanor softened into something more tender and nurturing, and you couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of happiness.

The kitchen was alive with the sounds of your evening together—laughter, the clinking of utensils, and the occasional lighthearted banter. The atmosphere was warm and welcoming, a stark contrast to the challenges Nanami faced outside. You moved around the table, placing the final touches on the meal, while the two of them continued their engaging discussion.

"See, Itadori–kun." Nanami said, demonstrating the correct way to position a knife beside the plate. "The blade should always face inward, toward the plate. It’s a small detail, but it makes a big difference."

Yuuji nodded, his expression one of earnest concentration. "Got it! I’ll have to remember that. Thanks for the tips, Nanamin."

You couldn’t help but smile as you watched them. The sight of Kento imparting his knowledge with such care and Yuuji absorbing it with enthusiasm filled you with a profound sense of contentment. It was moments like these that reminded you of the beauty of simple connections, the joy of sharing everyday experiences, and the happiness that came from seeing the people you loved come together.

As you finished setting the table, you joined the conversation, your voice blending with theirs in easy harmony. The meal was ready, and the table was set with all the care Kento had described. The three of you chatted effortlessly, the conversation flowing naturally between you. Yuuji asked questions, Nanami answered with a mixture of expertise and humor, and you added your own touches to the discussion.

The kitchen was filled with laughter and the clinking of dishes, creating a symphony of warmth and joy. As you all sat down to enjoy the meal, you couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of fulfillment. The love and connection you shared with Nanami, now extended to Yuuji in these small, everyday moments, made you realize just how precious and meaningful these times were.

In the midst of the shared meal, as the conversation continued and the laughter echoed through the room, you felt incredibly grateful. The sight of Nanami treating Yuuji with such kindness, the ease of their interactions, and the warmth of your home created a beautiful tapestry of everyday joy. And as you looked around the table, surrounded by the people you loved, you knew that these were the moments you would cherish forever.

As the meal drew to a close, you noticed that Yuuji’s eyes were beginning to droop. The day's excitement and the hearty dinner had taken their toll. You glanced at your husband, who met your gaze with a knowing smile.

“Yuu–chan.” you said gently, placing a hand on his shoulder. “It’s getting late, and you must be tired. Why don’t you head to the guest room and get some rest? You’re welcome to stay the night if you’d like.”

Yuuji blinked, a little surprised but clearly pleased. “Oh, really? I didn’t mean to impose, Nana–san…”

“You’re not imposing at all, Yuu–chan.” you reassured him with a warm smile. “You’re always welcome here. Always. We’d be happy to have you stay.”

Yuuji’s face lit up with a genuine smile. “Thank you so much! I’d love to stay. It’s been a while since I had a home-cooked meal like this, and spending time with you both has been really nice.”

Kento nodded, his expression tender. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. The guest room is all set for you. Let me show you where it is.”

As your husband led Yuuji toward the guest room, you decided to go on ahead and tidy up the table and cleaned the remaining dishes before your husband came back. Your husband always insists on doing it, but he is already tired.It feels nice for you, you think — to make sure that the home is clean for your lovely husband to relax in. The sounds of their footsteps and quiet conversation in the hallway were a comforting backdrop to your evening chores. They still must be talking upstairs, if they were still walking about. A few minutes later, your husband returned, his demeanor still soft and content.

“You know you didn’t have to wash it up, my love.” He presses a kiss on your cheek as you dry your hands. “I would have wanted to do it.”

You smile at him. “I know, but I wanted to do it. You deserve some rest.”

“So do you.” He sighs, growing softer as he looks at you. “I’ll do it tomorrow, hm? The whole day.”

You playfully roll your eyes, smiling wider. “Fine, if you insist.”

He smiles. “Good.”

“So, how is Yuu–chan?” You asked as you started untying your apron. “He must be exhausted.”

“Hm. He’s about to get ready for bed. He didn’t sleep much yesterday, so he should start to fall asleep soon.”

You sighed. “Poor boy. Well, he can stay as much as he likes. I doubt Sato–chan would be home early to pick him up again. Let him stay with us until then.”

“That’s what I told Gojo.”

“Good.” You smiled at him. “Then I could continue to cook for him. Pamper him, even!”

“You really made Itadori–kun’s night, my love.” Nanami said, his voice filled with appreciation. “He looked genuinely happy.”

You smiled at your husband. “He’s a good kid. I’m glad we could make him feel at home. It’s nice to share our home with someone who means so much to you. And well, someone who is dear to me now too.”

Kento walked closer to you, pulling you into a gentle embrace. “Thank you for making him feel welcome. I know it means a lot to him. And to me.”

You rested your head against his chest, savoring the warmth of his hug. “It’s what family is all about. And you know, it’s nice to have another person to share our home with.”

As you both stood there, the tranquility of the evening enveloping you, Nanami kissed the top of your head. “Let’s go check on him before we head to bed. It’s always nice to say goodnight.”

You nodded, and together you walked down the hallway to the guest room. The door was slightly ajar, and you could see Yuuji already settling in, his face relaxed and content. The blacket was covering him well enough. It was a cold night, so you were at least glad for that. You smiled at him.

“Hi, Yuu–chan. We just wanted to come up and say goodnight.” you said softly, peeking into the room. “Sleep well, hm? As much as you like, it’s okay. Remember, you have a home here with Kento and I whenever you want.”

Yuuji looked up, his eyes bright with gratitude. “Thank you, Nana–san, really. I’ll definitely take you up on that whenever I can. Nanamin already said the same thing, but really….I’m grateful to both of you.”

You smiled at him warmly. For a moment, Yuuji thinks that it would be a smile that only loving mothers can pull off. “Of course, don’t worry. Good night, Yuu–chan. Get some rest.”

With a final wave and a warm smile, you and Kento quietly closed the door and made your way back to your own room. The house felt even more like a home with Yuuji’s presence. And you were glad for it. As you looked at your husband, you knew that he felt the same way. You leaned against him, satisfied, happily. This was a happy night.

epilogue 

The warmth of the evening lingered, and you felt a happy contentment settle over you as you changed into your pajamas. Nanami Kento was already in bed, propped up against the pillows and reading a book. You slid under the covers next to him, resting your head on his shoulder.

"Kento, baby." you said, your tone light and playful. “I have thoughts I wanna say out loud.”

"Hmm?" He glanced down at you, his expression softening. “What are they about, my love?”

"I’ve been thinking, you know….I don’t think it’s crazy to think this, what I’m thinking." you began, a mischievous twinkle in your eye. "Maybe we should adopt Yuu–chan."

Nanami blinked, clearly taken aback. "Adopt Itadori–kun?"

You nodded, trying to keep a straight face. "Yes, he’s such a sweet boy, Kento. And he already seems like part of the family. Plus, he clearly adores you. And you clearly adore him. I’m sure it’s mutual between him and I. So, we might as well make it happen!”

Nanami chuckled, the sound deep and warm. "You do realize he’s already got Gojo as his current guardian, right? I doubt the higher–ups will allow us to take Itadori–kun.”

You pouted. "Yes, but think about it. I’m sure Sato–chan can convince everyone to make us Yuu–chan’s parents.  He’d bring so much energy into the house. Imagine all the laughter and fun. And you’d get to give him more life advice about girls, well even boys. I’m sure we’ll love him no matter what, you know?”

Kento closed his book, setting it aside. "And what would you get out of this arrangement?"

"Oh, just the joy of seeing you two bond even more. Being his mother…." you said with a laugh. "And maybe some help with the cooking. I can think some more, I’m sure.”

Kento shook his head, a smile tugging at his lips. "You’re incorrigible, my love.”

"But you love me still, hm?" you said, leaning in to kiss his cheek.

"That I do, my love." he agreed, wrapping his arm around you. "But I think we should leave the adopting to those who don’t have to face curses every day."

You sighed dramatically, still pouting. "Fine, fine. But I still think it’s a good idea."

Kento laughed, pulling you closer. "Maybe we can settle for having him over for dinner more often. How does that sound?"

You snuggled into his embrace, your smile widening. "Perfect. And who knows, maybe he’ll start calling you his dad! And me, his mom!”

Kento groaned playfully. "Now that’s a terrifying thought."

You laughed, the sound mingled with his, and the two of you drifted off to sleep, the warmth of your love and the lightheartedness of your conversation wrapping around you like a cozy blanket.

“But maybe when you retire….”

“......I’ll think about it.”

“I love you so much!” You say, kissing his shoulder. 

You hear him sigh, content. “I love you too.”

facts about nanami and his wife:

kento thinks that he fits being a house-husband. he likes the idea of taking care of his wife, so he thinks that he'd be great at it. he's thought about quitting sorcery to be a house-husband.

yuuji becomes a staple in your house. the guest room he used became his regular bedroom at the house. you buy clothes you think would suit him often and put it in his drawers. when he can't stay for the night, you indulge a long dinner.

these dinners lasting long into the night leads into yuuji not going home to the dorms at all and a long phone call between kento and yaga.

kento's mother and grandmother send your recipes to try almost daily. you guys maintain a group chat without the men in your lives. you enjoy it a lot, when you vent about your editor.

your editor always has a hard time with you keeping up with deadlines and because your editor's stric. sometimes, he brings out a picture of kento looking disappointed at you and you cry harder.

you still continue to ask kento to adopt yuuji because you really love him a lot. it would be easier if he was your son!!!

[writing-for-life]

Sandman Sneak Peek Analysis

There is Brief Lives in this, but you’ll miss it if you blink…

Is everyone recovering? 🤣

So we obviously got our fill of thirst traps, but I wanted to analyse the sneak peek (click to watch) a bit more closely.

Many people were commenting they only see Season of Mists and Song of Orpheus in the clip, but I don’t think that’s true. We obviously don’t know what exactly they did to the arcs and what might have changed, but I still predict that the first batch will be Season of Mists and Brief Lives (with other stuff thrown in, I wrote about it here). [I think we also saw a clip from Thermidor in the sneak peek, and that Lady Johanna Constantine was in it, but that just as an aside.]

So let’s start with stills I think are definitely from

Brief Lives

I honestly think it’s this (they’re lighting his face from below for a campfire effect, there are candles etc):

Edit 22/09:

We sleuthed a bit more across several platforms, and some clever people pointed out this:

These two frames appear in different places of the sneak peak, so we can’t know for certain if they are from the same scene. It is possible though. And if they are: He is wearing his ruby on the one to the left. It’s hard to tell if it’s the same thing to the right, but it could be? If so, that would mean this could be from Song of Orpheus instead of Brief Lives.

He does wear a clasp in Brief Lives all the way through, so that’s also possible, but again: If these shots are from the same scene, which it honestly looks like, I’m now leaning towards Song of Orpheus, and this particular scene (there’s a fire there, too):

Plus, if you zoom in and squint really hard, he seems to be wearing something on his shoulder here, too:

What else?

We see Despair’s Realm. But we don’t in Season of Mists. So this is either Brief Lives, or they give us a bit of Three Septembers and a January (which I’d love tbh, but I’m not going to hold my breath).

Next:

I think this could be Ruby’s/Wanda’s death/the fire. It’s really hard to see, but that could be Indya Moore sleeping? Let me know what you think…

Then this one:

I bet my bottom dollar this is Suffragette City and Ishtar’s dance. Now, the bottom panel is a tricky one because in the sneak peek, it’s actually right after the shot of (presumed) Wanda, so my initial response was it’s the fire. But the curtains look exactly the same as in the one with Ishtar’s dance, plus I think the glass is also in both shots. Which makes me think they either just put those scenes randomly together in the clip despite them being separate, OR that they changed the arc a bit and pulled Wanda/Ruby and Ishtar’s dance together. Either way, we’re definitely in Brief Lives I think.

Over to…

Season of Mists

I cackled like a lunatic when I saw this. IYKYK, but I somehow didn’t expect them to give us that one. Hurray (or not, depending on whether you like spiders I guess 🤣)

Angels looking modern…

Shame really, I wouldn’t have minded a more comics accurate look, but hey. Also: Is that your man Edward, @marlowe-zara ? Hard to tell from this angle, but I think it could be?

That’s also Andre Flynn in the background (also an Angel then).

Shivering Jemmy with the balloon! 🎈 If she doesn’t dump it on Dream, I’m gonna riot!

These ones with Lucienne are hard to place, and they could be anything, but they somehow give me stronger Season of Mists than Brief Lives vibes, although both is possible.

I have a hunch it’s this one:

Then there’s naturally all the obvious stuff (Cluracan, Susano-o-No-Mikoto, the family dinner etc etc), but I don’t think I have to get into those because they jump out at us straightaway.

More in the realm of

Casting

I think that might be Ella Rumpf as Eurydice, @tickldpnk8 What do you think?

This is definitely Wil Coban, but who he? Fae (the ears suggest so much)?

So what’s everyone thinking?

[mokokone]

Intense |Hyper x Reader [Smut]|

⚠Wᴀʀɴɪɴɢ!⚠ Tʜᴇ sᴛᴏʀʏ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴs sᴍᴜᴛ, ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪsʟɪᴋᴇ sᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ/ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ɢᴏ sᴏᴍᴇᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴇʟsᴇ. Tʜᴀɴᴋs!♡

A/N: hurray, I finally wrote a lemon about this guy, and i couldn't be happier. Hope you enjoy!♡

The shoji to the living room slides open.

"Kusuriuri," you say, entering the room. You see your husband for two and a half years, lying on the floor with one hand supporting his head and the other turning the pages of the book he's currently engrossed in. He looks up at you, his eyes glowing with an intensity that makes your heart skip a beat.

"What is it, my love?" The low rumble of his voice sends a shiver down your spine as you approached and kneel in front of him.

You swallow your nerves and speak softly, "there's something I've been thinking about, something I want to try with you tonight."

 His blue eyes, now filled with curiosity, meet yours as he sets the book aside. You continue, "I want you to be... your other self when we make love."

 Kusuriuri's eyebrows shoot up in surprise, but before he can say anything, you quickly add, "I want to love all of you, every part of who you are."

He studies you for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then, with a knowing smile, he says, "Ah. Hyper, you mean?" His voice is gentle, but you can feel the caution underlying it.

"I don't know, my love. That form - that version of me... I can only become him when the Taima Ken Exorcism Sword is unsheathe. He is only used for combat against malevolent Mononoke," he explains.

You nod, your gaze never leaving his. "I understand that, but I figured that if I'm to be your wife, I should love you completely, even the sides of you that are meant for battle. Besides," you lean in closer, whispering, "I want to know what it's like to be loved by Hyper."

Kusuriuri snorts. "What? Am I not enough to satisfy your needs?" He asked curtly. Though he hadn't meant to sound defensive, you can tell he's slightly hurt. You place your hand gently on his cheek.

"Yes. You are plenty to satisfy me," you whisper, your voice laced with sincerity and affection. "But I want to love all of you, Kusuriuri. Not just the part of you that's a loving husband, but the part of you that's a fierce warrior as well. The part that fights to keep this world safe from mononoke."

He looks at you intently, his eyes searching yours for any sign of doubt. "Hyper is... intense," he warns you, his voice dropping to a low, serious tone. "I'm... he is strong, rough, and unyielding. He's not like me in that way. I'm worried that you might not be able to handle him."

You can tell he's hesitant, but your resolve doesn't waver. You nod solemnly. "I know he is, but I trust you, and I trust myself. I'm not asking you to hold back. I want to love him just as much as I love you."

Kusuriuri sighs, his expression a mix of concern and admiration. He reaches out and brushes a lock of hair from your face, his thumb tracing your cheek.

"You truly are a remarkable woman," he murmurs. "However, you are foolish. You do not know what it is you're asking of me, my love. Or the dangerous game you are playing."

He pauses briefly, his gaze staring into yours both intently and affectionately and then continue. "But if it is your wish, I shall grant it," he says, his lips forming a smirk. "Just remember... you asked for this."

You couldn't stop the smile that spreads across your face, feeling a thrill of excitement and a hint of nervousness. "Thank you, goshujin-sama," you say before leaning in to kiss him.

Kusuriuri shudders at the honorific, and for a moment, you can feel the essence of another presence within him.

It begs to be unleashed - to feel you, to claim you.

And it is intense!

It had heat and urgency to it, the kind of passion that could only be found in a love that had grown over two and a half years of hunting mononoke and tender moments.

Pulling away, you watched Kusuriuri lick his lips, his gaze darkening with desire. "Wait for me in the bedroom," he says, his voice a deep growl that sends a shiver down your spine. "And wear something nice."

You nod eagerly and retreat to the bedroom, your heart racing with excitement for what's to come.

Opening your wardrobe, you select a kimono that would be suitable. It's a red with delicate white abstract patterns scattered across it. The fabric is silky and light, hugging your body in all the right places, and it hangs off your shoulders just low enough to show cleavage. You slip it on, the coolness of the silk sending a shiver through your body. You tie it loosely, leaving a gap down the middle that allows you to move freely.

Sauntering over towards the futon, you sit down, your legs folded beneath you, and take a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart. The anticipation is palpable, making the air thick with desire.

Moonlight streams through the paper walls of the bedroom, casting a soft glow over the space as you wait for him. The air charged with an electric tension that makes your skin prickle. 

You wait patiently for your husband to come and join you.

As the minutes tick by, you can feel your excitement and nervousness building. You've never been with Hyper before, and you do not know what to expect. But you trust Kusuriuri, and you want to experience all facets of the man you've chosen to spend the rest of your life with. Both he and Hyper are two halves of the same coin, and you wanted to love both of them equally. 

The quiet of the night is disrupted by the sound of the shoji sliding open. You feel a presence enter the room, and your heart leaps into your throat. You don't dare look back, focusing instead on the soft sound of his footsteps approaching you.

You feel the futon dip under his weight as he sits behind you, his strong arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you back against his firm chest. You gasp as his warm breath tickles your ear. 

He leans in, his lips brushing against your skin as he whispers, "Are you ready for this?" His voice is deeper, more primal than Kusuriuri's, and you can feel the power of his alter ego resonating through his body.

You take a moment to glance down at his arms that's wrapped around your waist. Unlike Kusuriuri, who is pale, Hyper had a darker skin tone, almost as if kissed by the sun. You lightly traced the golden markings aligning his skin, feeling his muscles flex under your touch.

Evidently you nod, your voice a bare whisper. "Yes, goshujin-sama. I'm ready."

Hyper's arms tighten around you, and you can feel his heart pounding in his chest, a wild rhythm that matches the racing of your own. He leans in closer, his warmth enveloping you like a second skin. His nose nuzzles into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply, as if to memorize your scent.

"May I suggest a safe-word?" He murmured, his voice a gentle rumble. "If it becomes too much, I will stop immediately."

You think for a minute, trying to come up with a word that you're unlikely to say in the heat of the moment.

 "Koi," you breathe, and you feel him press his lips against your neck.

Hyper nods, pleased with your reply as his hands slide up to your shoulders, pushing the kimono down to reveal your collarbones. He kisses a line down to your shoulder, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin.

"You look beautiful, my Kokoro."

His heart.

"It's a shame it has to come off," Hyper says, his voice a seductive murmur that sends a thrill through your body. He carefully unties the sash of your kimono, allowing the fabric to slip down your body. It pools around your waist, leaving your upper body exposed to his hungry crimson gaze.

You feel a tremble of anticipation as his hands explore your bare skin, tracing the lines of your shoulders and collarbones before moving to cup your breasts. His touch is firm, his fingers teasing your nipples until they tighten into peaks. You arch your back, offering yourself to him fully, feeling a wetness growing between your legs.

"Nngh..." You moaned as Hyper's skilled hands roamed over your body, eliciting reactions you never knew possible. His thumbs circled your nipples, and his other hand trailed down your stomach to the apex of your thighs, teasing the damp fabric of your underwear. The anticipation was almost unbearable, your body aching to be claimed by him.

With a swift movement, he lifted you off the futon and laid you down. He spreads your legs, settling himself in between them. You could feel his arousal pressing against your thigh as he leaned over, capturing your mouth in a fiery kiss. His tongue danced with yours, demanding and possessive, as if he was claiming every part of you.

Hyper's hand trailed down your body, his hand pushing your panties aside, eager to feel your heat. You moan into his mouth as he dips a finger inside, testing your readiness. He smirks, feeling how wet you already are for him. He pulls away, leaving you panting and desperate for more.

"Already wet and I barely even started," Hyper chuckles darkly, his eyes gleaming with a mix of arousal and satisfaction. He kisses down your neck, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses and light nibbles that make you squirm. His finger inside you moves with a steady rhythm, coating itself in your slickness before pulling out and tracing lazy circles around your cl*t. You bite your bottom lip, trying to keep from crying out too loudly.

His hot tongue licks around your breast before he takes the nipple into his mouth, sucking hard. You gasp, arching off the futon. His teeth graze the sensitive flesh, sending bolts of pleasure straight to your core. His fingers pump into you, curling and stroking until you're writhing beneath him.

"Ahhh~♡" You moaned as Hyper's expert touch brought you closer and closer to the edge. His teeth grazed over your nipple, the sharpness of his fangs a stark reminder of his other form, but it only excited you more. 

You feel his hand pull away from your drenching p***y, which was then followed by fabric ripping. He tears panties apart, exposing you completely to the cool air of the room. He doesn't bother to remove it entirely, instead leaving it there.

"I've been waiting for this," he murmurs, his eyes glinting in the moonlight as he hurriedly unties the red obi of his kimono, the fabric giving way, revealing his firm, muscular chest. His erection is prominent, straining against his hakama, and you can't help but stare at it, feeling a mix of excitement and trepidation.

Hyper's hand moves to the ties, letting his hakama fall open to expose his c♂ck. It's thick and veined, and you feel a surge of wetness at the sight of it. He leans over you, his eyes never leaving yours as he lines himself up with your entrance.

He leans over you, his long white hair falling around your face like a curtain. "Remember," he whispers, his breath hot against your skin, "you wanted this. It's not too late to use your safe-word."

You shake your head, your eyes locked with his red gaze. "I regret nothing," you affirm, your voice trembling with desire. "I love you... I love you both."

To show him you mean it, you wrap your legs around his waist, trapping him and making the tip of his c♂ck probe your entrance. He groans at the sensation, and you can feel his control slipping. 

"Goshujin-sama," you whisper, "please..."

Hyper's eyes burn with desire, the intensity of his gaze setting your skin on fire. Without another word, he pushes into you, filling you completely. You gasp as you adjust to his size, your nails digging into the futon as he moves. His strokes are deep and powerful, each one sending waves of pleasure crashing through you.

You've never felt this full before, this alive. Kusuriuri's lovemaking is tender, but Hyper's is raw and primal. It's like being claimed by a force of nature, and you can't get enough of it. Your body responds instinctively, hips rising to meet his every thrust.

"Ahn... Mngh..." You couldn't form coherent words as Hyper's c♂ck stretched and filled you, the sensation overwhelming. His movements were unlike anything you've ever experienced with Kusuriuri. Each thrust was powerful and unrelenting, claiming you in a way that was almost violent but oh so satisfying.

Now you fully understand what Kusuriuri meant by "intense."

He rams into you, the sound of skin against skin echoing through the room as he claimed you with a ferocity that seemed almost otherworldly. Your body quaked under his, the pleasure bordering on pain but never quite crossing over. You could feel your climax building, a crescendo of sensation that threatened to consume you entirely.

"My Kokoro," he groans, feeling your inner walls tighten around him as you near climax. His grip on your hips tightens, long red nails digging into your skin; his rhythm growing more erratic as he f**ks you with everything he's got. The sound of your moans and his grunts fill the room, mingling with the rustling of the futon beneath you.

"I'm cumming, goshujin-sama!♡" You scream out your release, your body trembling as you ride the wave of pleasure that crashes over you. Hyper's strokes become more frantic, his breath hot and ragged against your neck as he, too, reaches the precipice.

Warmth floods your insides as the man above you collapses on top of you, his breathing ragged and his heart pounding against your chest. You feel the sticky wetness of his release inside you, and for a moment, you just lay there, trying to catch your breath.

Hyper's weight is a comfort, his muscles relaxing as he kisses your neck, his teeth gently nipping at your skin. "You're mine," he murmurs, his voice still deep and gruff with desire. You nod, your hands tracing patterns on his back. You are his, just as he is yours.

He pulls out slowly, and you feel a bit of sadness that the moment is over, but he quickly turns you onto your side, pulling you into a spooning position. 

The afterglow of your love-making fills the room, the only sound being the two of you trying to calm your erratic breathing. You can feel his heartbeat slowly returning to normal as he holds you tightly, his hand resting on your stomach, feeling the gentle rise and fall of your breaths. His other hand plays with the strands of your hair, gently stroking and tucking them behind your ear.

Hyper whispers sweet nothings into your ear, words of love and ownership that make you feel cherished. His fiery eyes are now gentle, filled with a love so intense it's almost overwhelming. You snuggle closer into his embrace, feeling more connected to him than ever before.

He runs a finger down your spine, making you shiver, and you can feel his c♂ck already erected again. You smile to yourself, knowing that you're not the only one who enjoyed this union. You whisper back, your voice hoarse from the passionate cries of ecstasy,

"I'm yours, goshujin-sama, forever."

The kiss deepens, and before you know it, you're both lost in the passion again. His c♂ck, now fully erect, presses against your stomach, leaving a wet trail of pre-cum. You look into his eyes, questioning if you should continue.

Hyper's eyes darken at your declaration as he leans in, kissing you softly, his tongue darting out to taste you again.

He smirks, as if reading your thoughts. "Are you up for another round, my Kokoro," he asked, his voice thick with desire.

You nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck.

The last thing you remember was the feeling of him sliding back into you, filling you completely once more.

Unfortunately, somewhere in the intense moment, you had to use your safe word, unable to handle the intensity of his lovemaking. But he had been gentle, reassuring, and had brought you back to the edge before plunging you over again.

᪥END᪥

[cokoweee]

Annual "Coko did this Vape Mikey AU" is my favorite time of the year ~

THIS YEAR IS SPECIAL! ITS BEEN 3 YEARS SINCE I WROTE THAT COMICliteral piece of garbage

🎊🎉✨So as a hip hip hurray for its anniversary in actually gunna do something special! ✨✨🎉🎊

[jollmaster]

1. your redesigns are so pretty! my favourite is your one of mortal vega / vaggie, to be honest

2. have any of the character's sexualities been changed? if i remember correctly (which i might not be) i think you stated at some point that relationships wouldn't be the main focus or a big part of your AU? and i was curious whether that impacted their sexualities in some way.

3. this is unrelated to your AU, but on the topic of ships, which would you say is your favourite? canon and / or non canon. and if you have one, is there any headcanon for the ship you particularly like / agree with?

thank you, anon 🖤 love you!

found one of very first concepts with mortal Vaggie, hurray

I adore her too, I loved painting that corset dress and pearls! Vaggie and Alastor were basically the first ones whose redesigns I did; at first it was just for fun, and now here we are, dudes

about sexualities and changes

• I had already wrote about this, the whole point is that in my AU you can think however you want (if similar to canon that's fine, if in different way that's also valid); it doesn't matter in global sence, so sexuality in this rewrite is your own headcanon

• perhaps the only small change is the fact that Angel Dust has incidental heterosexual tendencies and flirts both with men and with women: this helped him in mortal life + he doesn't see flirting as something sincere, it's just a way of domination + he was in relationship with woman in early Viv's concept

• to sum up, I just don't think that this is their biggest problem in most cases

about favourite ship

looks around

looks at own blog

well, I dunno 🤣

maybe my favourite ship is radiorose, with whom I have both drawings and fanfiction, and who are basically ship I draw all the time? 📻🥀 just look at my blog lol

headcanon, which I like and agree with: they're friends and cannibal besties at first and foremost, 100% not simple lovers

(yeah and I don't like any canon pairings in their final versions, I'll be honest, not my cup of tea, either a mess or boring)

[collegeboysam]

Tagged by @homoautoerotic for a a writing meme (the last lines meme, I believe) which I'm gonna assume is about posting the last lines you wrote for a fic and go with that lol <3 so devil's minion with jealous Daniel upon ye!

“This vampire can’t be more than a year or two,” Armand hums, “And yet already quite good at disposing of bodies.” Daniel frowns, suddenly ticked off by Armand’s impressed tone. “Not that good,” he argues, giving the corpse a resentful look.  He wouldn’t even call it a little good. Pretty fucking shitty, in his opinion. Hurried and careless. Daniel fails to see whatever it is Armand’s so curious about as he circles the body, nodding to himself. What’s so interesting about a dead guy in a ditch anyway? Daniel has done that more than a hundred times in the last year and not a single one has bees dug back up by the police. Hurray! Where are his appreciative little hums? Not that Armand doesn’t. Praise Daniel after a good hunt, that is. But still.  “The tattoos and birthmarks have been scrapped in case the remains are found. That’s definitely smart.”  “I guess,” Daniel grunts, shoving his hands in his pants. “If you’re into that ‘I’m a douchebag pretending to be Dexter’ type of vibe.” Armand turns his face toward him, perfect eyebrow arched.    “What? It just feels like you’re applauding a toddler for blinking, that’s all.”  Daniel shrugs again, non committed and completely fucking chill. He’s only giving his honest opinion, as usual, that’s not weird for him, right? Right. It’s just that apparently he didn’t get the memo that Armand would like him to play “Operation” whenever he gets rid of a body, but that’s fine. Daniel can pull out teeth and burn out fingerprints if that’s what his Maker is into. 

The gist of this wip is that there's a new fledgling in town, who kinda develops a thing for Armand when he seems him interact with Daniel. "Want me a maker to take care of me like that" type of thing, so he starts maker-courting Armand. Whole time Daniel trying to be suave about it while deep down all he wants is to be a total "I'm your one and only fledgling, I waited 40 years for it, fuck this!"-brat about it. Not like Armand even cares about the guy, but it still rubs Daniel wrong anytime a new little gift arrives at Armand's feet.

Tagging @armandology @oldbutchdaniel @danielsarmand and @loumandivorce to post something you're working on if you want! would love to read <3

[fishyishy]

A3! Translation - Izumida Azami SR 【A wish that is a secret to everyone】 「Tanzaku with a written wish」 (1/2)

Azami: Director.....that's an insane amount of vegetables.

Director: For dinner, I'm planning to make a curry using lots of summer vegetables to prevent summer fatigue.

Director: By the way, was there something you needed?

Azami: I'm gonna be going to my parents house tomorrow to pick bamboo, so I thought I'd let you know.

Director: Ah, that bamboo you mentioned before? But tomorrow seems pretty sudden.

Azami: I told them it was okay since we weren't in a hurry, but my dad keeps nagging me to come and pick it quickly because it'll be Tanabata by then.

Director: (I'm sure the Chairman really wants to see Azami-kun.)

Director: Everyone will be happy and grateful to have bamboo again this year. Please go and collect it.

Azami: Got it.

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Azami: I'm home.

Sakoda: Azami, welcome home!

Chairman: So you've finally come to pick bamboo.

Azami: I've already told you I didn't need it yet......

Chairman: You might not need it, Azami, but there are other young people who may feel differently.

Sakoda: That's right Azami! Maybe the Summer Troupe members would like decorating the bamboo!

Azami: Well, it is true that the Summer Troupe guys were making something and are probably gonna display it....

Sakoda: Then it'll be better to bring it sooner right?

Azami: You can decorate it in just a day.

Chairman: Well, that's fine isn't it? The sooner we can get it the better.

Makita: Bocchan, there are lots of bamboos in the garden. Please choose whichever one you like.

Azami: There are a lot? Got it, I'll go and check it out.

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Azami: There's so many....... One would have been enough, but they prepared this many.

Makita: Ahh, well the Chairman told me to prepare a lot of things.

Sakoda: The bamboos that Azami doesn't choose will be donated to a nearby kindergarten or a store that children often go to, so don't worry!

Azami: I see. Which one to choose.....

Azami: (Ah, this bamboo's color is the prettiest)

Azami: I'll take this one.

Makita: As expected, you picked a good one. Well then, I'll get it ready so you can take it.

Azami: I'm counting on it.

Sakoda: I'll help out too!

Azami: (.....huh? That bamboo over there has something decorated on it)

Azami: (Are these all tanzaku* written by the members? I wonder what they wrote)

Azami: "World peace"....?

Young Yakuza Member A: Bon! That one's mine! If Bon reads it, I feel like it's gonna come true!

Young Yakuza Member B: Eee! Please read the rest of ours too!

Young Yakuza Member C: Please!

Azami: It can't be helped...

Azami: "I hope the idol Kocchan is able to become the center".....? This one is "Health First"......

Azami: This one says "I hope I can shake hands with the model Kika-chan" haa?

Azami: (I can't imagine these would be a Yakuza's wish...)

Young Yakuza Member B: Hurray, I got Bon to read it!

Young Yakuza Member C: I hope my wish comes true!

Azami: (I thought that people wouldn't actually believe this kinda thing.... but it turns out everyone does)

Young Yakuza Member A: Bon! Here's a tanzaku and a pen!

Azami: Ah?

Young Yakuza Member A: Don't be like that. Please write your wishes down too, kay!

Azami: Hah!? I said I'm fine! I don't want to write it!

Young Yakuza Member A: Hahaa, well, I guess I have a complex about my handwriting.

Young Yakuza Member B: Mhm, it's cool, but it's round like a girls, so you probably don't want all of us seeing it right?

Young Yakuza Member B: Is that so? But it makes for a nice gap!

Azami: That's not what I'm talking about!

Young Yakuza Member C: If you don't want people seeing your tanzaku, you don't have to display it here.

Azami: Well, that's fine I guess.....

Azami: But you absolutely cannot come into my room while I'm writing it!

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I next

*tanzaku are long, thin strips of colorful paper used to write wishes on during the Tanabata Festival, and are normally hung on bamboo branches

[artigas]

in many respects, these past few weeks in my phd program have been some of the most miserable in my entire life. institutions, academia included, cannot love you back and i am learning that in very personal, difficult, and tangible ways. there have been so many moments where i've completely and utterly understood why people give up on doctorate programs. ever since passing comps, i feel like i've had one moment of thinking i can't possibly be more stressed or anxious or uncomfortable until i'm confronted with the next. but here are some small joys:

i won an award for that dracula paper i wrote about blood transfusions. second place in the entire graduate program! hurray!

i published an essay last winter and now i'm in conversation with the person that essay is about, who not only read and loved the paper, but might want to commission me to write more. i have his number in my phone. i might have a really stunning professional opportunity on the other end of our scheduled phone conversation!

i got invited to a conference that is in a totally different field than what i studied. this could be because the conference is that desperate for papers (a real possibility) but maybe this also means that my Poe paper wasn't all that bad if my first attempt at writing something in the medieval field was good enough to warrant being invited to present it. i submitted my paper and haven't yet gotten the confirmation that it got accepted, but the prospect of going to my first conference -- and being personally invited to do so no less! -- is really nice

last, i applied to my first conference (in which i wasn't directly invited to attend), too!! there's a horror conference in new mexico that i'd kill to go to (no pun intended, i'm writing about a slasher film for this one lol) and well .. who knows if they'll accept but i'm so proud of myself for applying in the first place!

UPDATE: I JUST GOT AN EMAIL TELLING ME THAT MY HORROR PAPER GOT ACCEPTED THE SAME FUCKIN DAY I APPLIED. AHH!!

this is all to say ... i have to remember what a good friend said today: just because i'm having a horrible time doesn't mean i'm horrible at this. i gotta muscle through. i can do hard things. it won't be this difficult forever.

[meteor752]

Episode 8 thoughts

I’m scared

Philosophy with Edward, good start

He looks strangely cute honestly, like a very happy boy

Alright, random guy just aggressively “HMMMMMM”

You indoctrinating them into your sea cult Eddie?

Random guy being more aggressive, aight

At this point I had to leave for class, so like tbc for me

Okay I’m back!

Aww they hugging :)

Mans name is pop pop?

Okay it’s not

I adore Ed’s hair, but I think that’s a given here

Yeah okay mans is strugglin

Bye bye Eddie!

Prince boy is back…hurray

Spanish Jackie is absolutely slaying, I adore her

Aaaaaaaand, I have class again, jolly good

If I get called away again I’m gonna loose it

Oh great the stupid nose jar is back

Oh no Swede!!

Oh the bridge is back!

This is a strange friendship, but I kinda love it. The gay loser and bisexual girlboss is back

Let’s go Stede! Save your bestie!

Eddie nooooooooooooo

Eddie yessssssssssssss

Goth Ed is back, ready to avenge his bf

My god he looks fucking cool

OH THE KRAKEN

Izzy keeps on being the best character of the season

I think Prince boy has a crush on Izzy, just like the rest of the fandom

What you trynna do prince boy

“It’s about belonging to something when the world has told you you’re nothing” pirating keeps on being an allegory for the queer community, and it keeps being so sweet, especially to Izzy’s story

Wait when did Roach and Fang even get here?

THOSE LETTERS ARE NOT FOR YOU MISTER

Casually reading the letter while stabbing a guy, he just keeps on winning

The fanfics were right!!! He did find the letters!

“YOU WROTE ME A LOVELY LETTER!!” gurl saaaaaaame

THE BLACK BEACH!!

Girlboss is helping!!

STEARD!!!

Smooch!

I’m so soft…

That reunion is all I ever wanted out of this show actually

“For love!!” Stede we don’t deserve you

Don’t ya dare touch Lucius scarf!

Oh Auntie is alive!

When did Jim become the crew doctor? They are somehow worse at it than Roach I’d say

New trio to obsess over

Edward Teach canonically did a flip during a fight, my baby

They are both so supportive to their golden retriever friend/bf

Babe!!

“But you’re not a man. You’re soft” alright auntie

Trans Oluwande?

Izzy keeps saying eat the rich, and we stan him

Izzy!!!!!!! Hell yes!!!!

Oh oh my god

Please don’t tell me Swede died for that!

Oh okay no he’s like that princess bride dude, aight

Olu is a great support system

Ed is slaying in his gay ass sitting way

I DID NOT CONSENT TO HAVING A FULL BARE ARSE JUST DISPLAYED IN FRONT OF ME

Stede looks surprisingly sexy in that outfit

Alright, a little Archie Jim action, hell yeah

How come every time they kiss Izzy is just, in the background

THEY ALL LOOK SO GOOD!!

Frenchie!

Girlbosses, all of them

HOLY FUCKING SHIT JIM

Aww, Eddie cares <3

Aww, Izzy does not care <3

Frenchie helps Izzy! Fuck do I ship that now?

If Izzy dies I’m gonna throw my computer

Izzy remains the best even while on deaths door

Wait he called him Eddie?

Okay I don’t have captions, so I have no idea what Izzy is saying here

WHAT ARE THEY SAYING?!?!

Okay I heard Twat

Something about family?

Oh my god…

Okay I’m not throwing my computer because it’s technically my school’s computer but like bruv

NO!!!

IZZY!!!!!!!!

Why him??????

Zheng apart of the crew? Ayo?

Stede don’t push it

WEDDING!!!

Why is Wee John officiating?

Maybe it’s because he’s Calypso

Oh no they’re all officiating that’s sweet

Mateys!!!

Roach is a doll

Frenchie is officially the first mate? Ayo???

INNKEEPERS!!!!!!!!!

Does that mean Frenchie is the captain??

The cravat!

Hi Buttons

Frenchie!

I think this is the first interaction Wee John and Frenchie has had all season, which is sad honestly

If we get a season 3, it better switch povs between The Revenge and Stede and Ed’s adventures as innkeepers, together with their pet bird Buttons and the ghost of Izzy

[universeinthebox]

Hey again

Shout-out to all the people who liked and commented on my last post. Glad to know that Squeak hasn’t been forgotten. =)

Comments:

winterstraystar said: For Sonic: Thank you for still looking out for his blog, it means a lot. For Squeak: Hope you are going better wherever life has taken you. I hope you live with no regrets 

You’re welcome. I should mention that I’ve done a little writing, and one of my stories is about Squeak. Here it is: https://www.fimfiction.net/story/528407/thanks-for-the-memories

I can’t believe how long it took me to get a fimfiction account. It says something about all the trauma I’ve been through.

There were a lot of us in the Box with mental health struggles of one sort or another. It was really valuable to have that space to talk, and also create! It reminds me of that one Subnormality comic...

pinkusponkus said: Squeak did so much for so many people. I miss him! 

Thank you! We miss him too!

kasamari said: I miss the care and love of the whole team you guys put together. I will keep following this and Squeak’s other spaces in the hopes that I get the chance to tell Squeak that the soldier who left his pregnant wife for training all those years ago is now a proud father of 4, still married to the same amazing woman. I will always be so grateful for the story of Good Night and for the wonderful Ponies in a Box that worked to share so many stories.

CONGRATULATIONS! Hip Hip Hurray! I hope we can all be so fortunate. =)

You didn’t ask for advice, but I’m gonna provide some anyway. My favorite parenting book is Unconditional Parenting by Alfie Kohn. Also, conventional school sucks and kids would be much better off at Sudbury Schools: https://www.facebook.com/HudsonValleySudburySchool/videos/10155951019968804/ (The teachers are better off too!) Anyway, give your kids a hug from us. And maybe show them an old PIAB video or two =)

And hopefully, hopefully someday you’ll be able to tell Squeak the news directly. I’m sure he’d be happy for you. =)

warbalist said: I miss writing music for his stuff. 😭

Oh wow, you wrote music for him? (Sorry, I don’t recognize the username!) What did you write?

I miss working with him too. I miss the sheer sense of possibility we had in 2012, in the brony fandom generally and especially with Pony in a Box. I still remember how I was on vacation and Squeak came up with the idea for The Best and within 12 hours it was fully written, recorded and posted on Youtube. Or how about that time the other boxers and me secretly made a short for Squeak’s birthday?

I miss hearing our stuff premiere on Celestia Radio. I miss reading the comments as they came in. I miss the little ARG we did for Wrong Way Backwards. I miss the feeling that anything was possible.

I’m really sad that I didn’t go to BronyCon 2013. A lot of PIAB people were there, and in retrospect that was the best opportunity I ever had to see the boxers in person. But my mom had cancer and I had anxiety mixed with self-hatred and the flight seemed too much of a risk and it didn’t seem fair to mom so in the end I didn’t go. =(

I miss my box friends. Too many of us had IRL problems at the same time, and we gradually scattered to the winds. We’ve still got a discord server but it rarely gets any activity. It’s so sad. =(

Special shout-out to Togpie, who was a vital support to me during some extremely difficult times in my life. I think maybe she burnt out, caring for me all the time. If so, I don’t blame her. She worked really hard to help me when she was already busy with her own problems. I haven’t heard from her in over a year now. I hope she’s ok...

It’s strange how Life is so much grander and deeper than it seems. Do you know what I mean? There is so much meaning and passion and joy and opportunities taken and opportunities missed just in this one little group of people. There are so many things that shaped us, so many traumas that the Box helped us face, and then the Box itself drifted away because we still hadn’t found perfect solutions to Life’s problems.

And here I am, posting this little thing that a handful of people will see. How will it impact you? What’s your story?

A good life is possible, I’m sure. The solutions involve things like Children’s Rights and Sudbury Schools and Democracy and Universal Basic Income. The solutions involve things like ponies and fandoms and community for its own sake. The solutions involve knowing that you matter and your feelings matter, and it’s ok to cry when you’re hurt and it’s ok to get mad at abusive people and systems.

I think of the billionaires of the world and I wonder why they don’t just feed the poor. I’ve had a lot of friends who deserve money, good people tied down by bad circumstances. I’ve given a few thousand myself, trying to figure out how much I can afford considering I still can’t manage a full-time job (on account of my mental health). And I wonder why anyone thinks Elon Musk is a good person, seeing that he has so much money but he refuses to help people.

I think back to a time when guys openly liking ponies would have been impossible, when this fandom would have been impossible, where the formation of Pony in a Box would have been impossible. I wonder how many wonderful memories past generations never got to experience because of their stupid rules, and I’m glad for the progress we’ve made and the hope of more progress to come, and I’m also very sad that more progress hasn’t happened already.

Every so often I google anti-aging medicine (which is a legit field now) because I want to make up for all the time I’ve lost to trauma and abuse.

In the meantime, though, I’m glad we had Pony in a Box. And I’m glad that the fandom still exists. And I hope that the choices I make today will help future generations. Maybe new opportunities will come our way, like the TARDIS fading in from the Vortex.

Thank you, my friends.

Onwards and Upwards --Sonicsuns

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By The Alley 🍂🚬

This time I wrote the story bit in my language first and then translated it to English, which is why it took ages to get done, buuut it’s finally here, so hurray to that! The struggles of a non-native English speaker I suppose. 😂 Apologies if some stuff might sound off, I tried to translate it to the best of my abilities.

Now, what did Hubert say to Dolly, eh? Am I using my out-of-order approach to create mystery regarding something you’d have already known about, had I been writing things in order? 👁️ Well, here’s a hint - what he said was NOT nice. He was unequivocally a jerk and Dolly has very good reason to be pissed. 😂

It remains to be seen how things are going to go between them and how we get from this to having baby Delicia… unless technically we are kinda there already? Who knows, I said nothing. 🤐 Btw, this scene takes place in 1954, I’d say towards the end of August or so.

Also, say “Hi” to Paddy, Hubert’s flat mate, childhood friend and one of the few people who can insult him to his face without getting on his bad side. 😂

( © Hubert & Paddy are my original characters. They’re part of a storytelling project me and @eve-to-adam are working on.)

[porphyriosao3]

Hurray, I actually wrote something! Rumors of my death are exaggerated.

[blenselche]

I just wanted to lyk that I power read through keep yourself in like 2 days but have been struggling to write a proper comment that doesn't feel inadequate. Because woah boy the emotional journey this fic sent me on. I am simultaneously both living for this and am deceased. I'm trying to reread chapter by chapter for notes but my brain is pretty chaotic so I might not get around to finishing that. And I didn't wanna Not write you Something abt this fricking epic and be like... I felt.. stuff lol

I've also been semi stalking your blog recently because you showed up in my recommended and somefruckinghow I have never managed to fall into the Finn Fern ship even after many Many years in the AT fandom and shipping various other pairings so... thank you? 😅 (but also how dare I can't find anything on this ship anywhere else pls send help I'm not ok)

Also on a more serious note I saw your post abt being clean and first Congrats on 10 years that's amazing!! 🎉🎉 And I hope one day I get there myself. Technically I'm 5 years sober but only finished taking methadone a few months ago.

Sorry this is kinda ranty and half thought out but like I needed to get it out. Hope your life is good and stuff 🥰

This is probably the nicest thing to ever land in my inbox so first of all thank you <3 and second of all congratulations on 5 years! That's a huge accomplishment! I'm rooting for your next five! You'll wake up one day and someone ELSE will remind you that it's been X years and it'll feel so good :)) and congrats on getting off methadone! I know how hard it is to taper/get off harm reduction medication, it's arguably harder than quitting opiates imo. (ain't that a shit sandwich)

I'm so happy you enjoyed my fic, it's nuts how fast people eat through it. Huge compliment to be told that it couldn't be put down/was read so enthusiastically! (even if you don't finish the notes I'd still be so stoked to read what you wrote btw!) And eyy, another convert, hurray! but also I am so sorry. There was a surge of finnfern stuff after 3 buckets aired and then it just dropped off a cliff, sorry to get you into a ship that's seemingly been left in a cobwebby corner. There's some people still making art for it on twitter iirc but overall it's got the pulse of a corpse lol. Super weird that it was one of the top AT ships for a solid few months and then just.... nothing. I'm in fandoms older than dirt with obscure crack pairings that get more content uploaded to the net on the regular, it's odd.

Thank you again <333 hope your life is good and stuff too ╰(⸝⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝⸝)╯